You said you didn't want to be sacred forever, right? So, for tonight, just worry about belonging to me. Lecherous or improper....don't worry about things like that. Just fill your head with me, okay?

[Lets his legs fall open at Friday's touch, as calm as Friday isn't, before stretching out one leg to hook around Friday's, keeping him close as he looks Friday over in return, his gaze following the graceful lines of the other man's body]

Or is that too wicked for me to ask of you?