He looked at me with eyes full of questions; his thick brows furrowed. “I don’t want to sound like I’m full of myself, but… is this me?” He pointed to the first painting.
I swallowed, fighting the urge to look away. “Yeah. That’s why I couldn’t show them to anyone.”
His eyes filled with tears. “They’re gorgeous.”
“But private. Intimate.” I touched his shoulder and he covered my hand with his, keeping it there.
“Yeah. All art is like that when it comes from the heart. That’s the best part.”
“I’m sorry I painted you like this, I’ve been unable to create anything else.” I took sheets off several other paintings, all including Kert front and center. The newest ones with his horns longer, like he looked in video chats lately. “They remind me of you, and showing them to anyone—much less selling them—didn’t feel right.”
Kert sighed, pursing his lips. “So this is why you didn’t submit any art to galleries? Didn’t show anything to DeeDee?”
“Yeah.” I wrapped my tentacles around my waist, but Kert took one and hugged it to his chest.
“Oh, my beautiful Marin. I have something to tell you too, but first, I need this.” He knelt in front of me and tugged at my waistband. “Gimme.”
A wave of relief hit me like an ocean wave in the summer. Comforting and freeing. Followed by intense arousal.
Kert kneeling at my feet, looking up at me with hunger and asking for my cocks was the picture of perfection.
“Bossy little brat.” My voice came out low, laced with lust.
He nuzzled the bulge in my sweatpants. “I need your cock right now, or I’ll perish amongst the art depicting my hairy bare ass.”
I chuckled. “Bossy and dramatic.” With quick moves, I shoved my sweats down along with my boxers and pulled my sleeveless tank over my head, leaving it all in a heap.
Kert was watching me with a hungry expression, even though he’d seen me naked so many times already. “I’ll never get enough of looking at your cocks. Will you let me suck them? Will you fuck me with them?”
“You can suck.” I traced his jawline with my knuckles. “But your ass can take one at a time only.”
“You’ve been focusing on me, and I love it, but are you satisfied?” He licked the pre-cum from the tip of my upper cock.
His question took me aback. I’d been so used to sex at a BDSM club and fooling around with submissive friends that I fell into the dominant role with ease and never looked back. No one had ever asked me to focus more on myself.
“Very. Bringing you pleasure is my ultimate goal when you’re naked for me.”
“Well then, I want your cocks too. If I give you good head, will you finally fuck me with them?” He caressed my thighs, then the vee at my hips with his fingertips.
“One of them.” I sent my tentacles to roam over his shoulders, tugging on his crop top.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. You know I heal quicker than full-blooded humans and my skin and muscles are stretchy. You can pound me to oblivion and I’ll be good to fuck the next day.”
“Then I’ll have to fuck you so well you won’t want to do anything but sleep the next day.”
“Mmhmm. Prove it.” He thrust his chin up.
“Get naked first.”
The speed with which he wriggled out of his tight jeans was impressive, and soon his crop top and socks joined my pile of clothes. When he returned to his knees, he parted his thighs and linked his hands behind his back.
The piercings in his nipples, belly button, and cock were an erotic addition to the absolute perfection that was Kert’s body. The crimson shade of his skin and black dusting of hair were made to taunt me.
“You’re a work of art, Kert. The entirety of you.” I brushed his hair off his horns.
He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. I stroked the horn again and did the same with the other.
He leaned into my touch. “They’re sensitive.”
