“Maybe we should try the floor,” Ren taunted. “That way nobody will get hurt falling from the bed.”
Catching Darzul off balance, still struggling not to fall, Ren grabbed the other man by the waist and lifted, flipping him onto his stomach. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.”
Before Darzul could gather himself to resist, Ren moved, setting a knee on either side of Darzul’s legs and then plopping down to sit astride his thighs. This put his stiffening cock resting along the crack of the Arzulan’s shapely ass. Ren admired the view, while Darzul sputtered and swore. Even though he bucked and twisted, he could not break free. Ren’s weight on his legs was enough to keep him pinned to the bed.
Soon the Arzulan quit struggling. “You win. Get on with it, won’t you?”
“Get on with what?” Ren laced his voice with all the innocence he could summon. “What do you imagine I should do to you?”
“Do you have to ask? Have you always been bottom before?”