“Something else,” he repeats, because while he’s fine with not putting a label on this, it’s important. Sylvie is free to sleep with him and Loki and whoever else she wants, but this isn’t just sex. He cares for her, but he doesn’t feel a need to define anything. That would just complicate things.

When they’re together, he feels good about it. He likes being with her, likes how she makes him feel, and that is what’s important.

“Friendship has its perks,” he teases with a low chuckle, lifting his head to watch where she’s rocking against him, flushing when he realizes that his come is leaking out of her and onto his cock, making a mess of them both. The sight of it feels obscene in a way that makes him swallow hard, biting his lip as he reaches down to use his thumb to wipe away a slick, pearly smear at the crease of her thigh.

“I’ve never actually come inside of a woman before,” he says almost dazedly, sliding his thumb through the delicate pink folds of her cunt, gathering come and pressing it back inside of her. He looks up at her almost bashfully, feeling grateful that with her, he feels free to explore a little more, to give into wilder urges that might not have gone over as well when he was younger.

He slides his thumb free and brings it up his mouth as he lifts his gaze to Sylvie’s face, watching her as he licks the pad of it clean. “We taste good.”