Ares' POV
I tell them, my fingers still slowly working my spitfire's rapidly growing cock, his little pants are heaven to my ears. "I'm fully capable of topping from the bottom." I tell them. I'm secure enough in my masculinity and my body to let my lover fuck me, so the concept isn't as gross or foreign to me as it is to others.
"That's hot." Cherry whispers and Ben silently nods in agreement.
"You know, Thomas," Nysa starts startling him enough to make him jump. "When you asked if your room was soundproof I thought you were joking." She admits and her expression is shy while she adverts her gaze, and if she was alive, she would be blushing.
