For a while, I let Yuche do whatever he wanted simply because that was easier than pretending I had any complaints.
He had apparently decided that taking his time was important, and every time I thought he might finally hurry, he found another reason not to. His hands moved over me with the same careful attention he gave everything else, except there was nothing clinical about the way he touched me now. He knew where I reacted before I did and seemed perfectly willing to spend as long as necessary proving it.
Eventually, I reached down and caught his shoulder. "You know there are two people in this bed, right?"
Yuche lifted his head and looked at me, clearly waiting for an explanation.
I pushed myself up against the pillows and studied him.
