Park still sounded completely unbothered. “Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about it. Like in the mornings, when I wake up, before I go on my run, and you’re still asleep next to me. And you smell like sex. And you’re making these needy little noises and rubbing against me. All I want to do is roll you over and rut into you. I think about it so much I have to get up and jerk off in the bathroom instead. I have to bite into my own hand so I don’t wake you.”

“You could do that,” Cooper said. His voice cracked and he had to clear his throat. “I mean, I give you my permission to fuck me awake. Sometime. Depending.”

He clamped his mouth shut from adding any more qualifiers or technical concerns. This was a fantasy. If they actually wanted to experiment with any of that, they’d have a much more in-depth, clearheaded conversation about it later.

Right now, Cooper’s skin felt too tight. He was hyper aware of the heat of the phone against his cheek, the prickling of sweat in the crook of his elbows, the damp brush of fabric where his cockhead pushed against his boxers, but he didn’t touch himself yet. Just enjoyed the slow build of pleasure as his hips started to make unconscious, abortive little twitches into space.

“Yeah? Would you like that?” Park was sounding a bit more affected, too. “It seems like you would, the way you grind up against me all night, humping my leg like a dog in heat. You’re very demanding, even when you’re asleep, did you know that?”

“How horrible for you.”

“It’s hell,” Park agreed. “Someday I’m going to snap and give you what you’re so clearly desperate for. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Cooper whispered. “I want it. Tell me.”

“It would be some early morning after we already fucked the night before, so you’re still a little sweet and soft and open for me. I could put you on your side and work my fingers into you easily enough that you’d think you were still dreaming. I would let you use me how you like. Let you rock on my fingers while my other hand would stroke your body, tease you, touch you everywhere except where you need it. And when you try to reach for yourself, I’d trap your hands behind your back.”

Cooper made a soft, involuntary sound. “Why?”