Tragos wasn't going to stop because of it, no, but he couldn't fight the sudden memory of Barak and Cy, when they were teenagers, talking about the pubes of someone Cy had been out with. He remembered the outright disgust on Cy's voice and the rowdy agreement from Barak and the way Barak had mimed throwing up out the kitchen window, and Kaden, who can't have been more than six, asking what's pubes and Cy giving him such a horrifying description it made him cry.
Get out of my head he snapped at his memory. This is Marcie. He kissed her deeply, his fingers starting to play between her legs, and found he didn't mind the feel of it at all. It wasn't the - no, he wasn't going to let himself think about the words they'd used - but it wasn't like they'd been describing. She was still soft and warm and wet where it counted, and he ran the pad of his fingertip in a circle round her clit. "Gonna make you come like I should've done at Thanksgiving," he said, watching her intently. "Sneakin' into your parents' house, hands all over you," he squeezed her breast as he said it, mouth hovering open just above hers.