But imagine helping keep Rex relaxed and cockwarmed comfortable while he reviews some reports 👀
Legs kept spread on each side of that man's strong, thiiick thighs, so much so you need to rest against his (strong, warm, delicious) chest to keep balance and comfort, all the while you're speared on his cock 🥵
And Rex, the cheeky mf, keeps caressing and squeezing your thighs, your chest, your waist - any soft place he can reach, tbh - because of course he will, you're his soft, little, beloved stress relieving thing.
And when he's dealing with a particularly stressful report, one big hand finds home between your legs, teasing and pleasing until you come undone around him - because there's no better feeling to relax him than your walls pulsing around him, milking him for all he's worth.
But if you think that's it you're in for a hell of a time, because his clone stamina is something of legend, and there's so many reports to see...
I feel like this rn. Only thing appropriate I can say here because my brain is scrambled thinking about him like this.
Oh the loving and supportive and teasing filth he’d mutter in your ear. About how good you are, how divine you feel, how you melt under his touch, how fucking soft you are for him. You’re his girl. His most beloved, valued, precious and special girl. His girl. You’re his. He’ll say it to you a thousand times over and each time he means it more.
He wants you to come apart around him. To let the silken warmth of your walls suffocate him like he’s dreamed about for weeks. He wants it to be slow, so every tightening muscle in your core pulls him in deeper and the position you’re in let’s him entangle himself in you and around you. You with him ties up his only loose end and knots you together so tightly that nothing in the universe could undo the bond. your souls are woven into one with every shuddering breath you take and every gasp you mewl out in response.