The Yes List - Hookup Rules

Nathan Bronson and Aiden Ashley just matched on the app. She cooked tonight. He had this whole restaurant thing locked in, table for two, black tablecloth, maybe even candlelight. His dick still twitched when the car pulled up and she opened the door with a smirk—apparently dinner is already plated in the kitchen. Nathan's idea gets tossed. He laughs, says alright, boots off. Both of them keep checking each other out like they need an up-close taste now. Forks scrape, knees brush, neither hungry for food anymore. They lay out rules between bites. Safe word. Condoms on the table. Quick poll on positions. Somebody tips wine into somebody's mouth and the next moment the kiss turns heavy. She works the zipper. He reaches under her skirt. The plates get shoved aside. Dinner isn't finished, not yet, at least by their calendar. Home-run signals flash between fingers, smirks, and the rasp of his teeth at her neck. Nathan guides the way; she answers with greedy hands and a whimpered yes when he tests how far he's allowed tonight. Either dessert just kicked off or they straight-up told hunger what to suck.