That's the thing about getting older, he's realized. Everyone knows what they like, everyone understands themselves a little better, and everyone is willing to ask for what they want. It makes him harder, if that's even possible, to hear Joyce say harder.

It's difficult to focus when she's touching him, but Hopper gets his arm around her back, her slight frame, and he lifts her, turns her, lays her back on the bed. His teeth close down harder on her nipple, but his mouth slides away a second later as he kisses the skin beneath her breast, then along the edge of her ribs.