"You at my heart, in a filthy alleyway, out of this chest." His words, and the feel of his skin, turns my shiver into a hard shudder. "Not today."

A low disappointed sound in my throat, and then a startled noise as he draws my finger into his mouth. The feeling of that alone is almost enough to make this body ejaculate. I feel my mouth twist and I focus hard with that new awareness, pushing it away. My breath is coming fast through my nose. Can he tell that I haven't had sex in this body?

"You," I tell him, and I'm not-quite-laughing, at myself and at the situation, "are terrible. Horrible. Oh," as his tongue moves against my finger. Half-memories are crowding me, things that I've done with him. Oh, yes.