He raised eyebrows at a discovery. “No underwear?”
“I wanted…I want…” Jewels and submission and fairy-story towers, in that accent: dreamy with subspace. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I wanted to make it…easy…so you could just take me, so I’d be ready for you, please…”
Jason processed that, and then walked fingers back: across that now-bare and very squeezable ass, to the spot where curves met, where Colby wanted him, and—
“Oh my God.”
“I told you I wanted to be ready for you,” Colby explained, hazily squirming against Jason’s fingers. Jason’s fingers, genuinely astounded, moved more. Traced lube and wetness, the base of a plug, firm and thick, stretching Colby open for him…
“You were…you’ve been wearing…the whole time…”