Baby boy’s curled up on the couch, his cheeks flushed due to fever and eyes droopy. Tired, weak, vulnerable. His body hot under the blanket as he weakly pushes my hand away. 'Not now,' he murmurs, voice hoarse, yet it only stokes the fire in my core, aching to pin him down and fuck that fever right out of him. The need is strong, it’s pulsating. I need to straddle his hips, and grind against his flush hot skin, pin him gently and whisper something like 'Shh, let me take care of you,' making it look like I’m only grinding against his hardness to make him feel better but in reality I just need to subside this ache between my legs, I just need to feel his overly hot shaft filling me up in this cold weather