“N-no, it’s not a cliché. It’s fascinating.” He wriggled a little bit where he lay, but I tightened my hold on his feet, and he held still. Good boy.“There’s so much interest in the supernatural and wereworlds. How many of the writers of these shows—and the viewers—would soil their underwear if they found out that some of this stuff was real?”
“You mean like how Remmy pissed his pants?” I asked.
Tyler laughed. “Yes, exactly like that.”
I let go of his feet and placed his legs on the floor. “Come here, Tyler. Lie on my chest.” He complied immediately—which was always a huge turn on for me with lovers, but especially this one—and soon his body was curled into mine, since I had also stretched out on the couch in order to have his back to mine.