Jake got a damp towel to clean them up. David reveled in the care. He was content to bask in serenity for a while, until he wanted to confirm something because the sex had been really, really good. “We’re going to do that often, right?” he asked.
“Have sex? I hope so.”
“Oh, good.”
“Like I said, there are lots of fun things we can do in bed.”
“Mm, like what?”
Instead of answering, Jake asked, “Haven’t you watched porn?”
“No. Aunt Julie and Uncle Ed blocked it very effectively.”
“Really? They didn’t strike me as the ultra-conservative, porn-is-evil type.”
“That’s not why they blocked it. I only learned last year they did it because they worried most porn is really degrading to omegas and they didn’t want me to see that, and either be traumatized or think I had to accept it. At least that’s what Lori told me.”
“They have a point there,” conceded Jake. “We’ll explore together, figure out what you like. It’ll be fun.”
“I liked what we just did, after it stopped hurting.”