*This post contains spoilers. If you haven’t yet done so, read “ Heel to Lung, Ear to Ear ” now.

Odell isn’t fucking you the way you told him to. Not once have you requested these slow thrusts, nor have you asked for his eyes to hover over yours and stare, stare until his thin orange brows angle with concern, embers misled by the night. This fire-haired boy is more confused than pleased and you do not care. You care so little that all you want to tell him is that he doesn’t need to do that, tha...