Oh yes, darling," he hissed. You tapped his shoulder and he fell to the side, and you topped him, cupping his heart. His head pressed back into the bed, mussing his hair. "S-shit-" the speaker glitched again, cutting off the sound. Your fingers were being coated in goo, and testing his limits, you squeezed. Not hard, but his whole body spasmed and what sounded like an autotuned scream wrenched from his speakers.