“If it meant that one of them got to live, then yeah, I’d swap my life for theirs,” I said, without really thinking about it. “I mean, I don’t have a death wish, or anything. I don’twantto die. But they were both so fuckingyoung.”
“How old are you?” he asked, and it came as a somewhat jarring realisation that I’d never told him.
“I’m twenty-eight. You’re twenty, right?”
“Or thereabouts,” he said. “The Eumadians don’t bother keeping track of our exact ages.”
“Fucking bastards,” I muttered.
The stroking over my hair paused for a moment, then continued. “You don’t like the Eumadians,” he surmised.
“No, I don’t.”
We both fell silent for a while, and as time went on, I noticed that I’d begun tracing patterns over his t-shirt, toying with the tie at the waistband of his sweatpants. It seemed we’d both been in the mood to put on something comfortable, after a day in stiff clothes. My mind was wandering, tossing up odd thoughts with no particular pattern, and in the patchwork of ideas, it occurred to me that I’d never kissed Kade. It seemed a ridiculous detail, all of a sudden, that I’d had his cock in my mouth, but I hadn’t kissed him.
Did dimari get taught how to kiss? Fuck, I really needed to have a look at his operations manual again. I wasn’t sure how much detail it would contain, but it could at least give me an idea about which aspects of sex he knew about, and which would be a mystery to him.
“Do you know how to kiss someone?” I asked, before I could think better of it. “Do they teach you that?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, with neither enthusiasm nor apprehension in his tone.
“And you know about anal sex, right?”
“Yes, sir,” he repeated.
I nodded against his shoulder. He was warm, and solid, and…
And now there was a tent punching out the front of his pants, small, but growing.
I lifted myself onto one elbow and looked down at his face. He seemed both expectant and wary. Deliberately silencing my conscience, I leaned up the bed and pressed my mouth over his. He tensed for a moment, but then a little moan of approval rumbled out of his throat, and his hands caught me around the waist. He responded to the kiss, his lips tugging at mine, his mouth opening to receive my tongue. I didn’t really think about what I was doing. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to feel. I just wanted to drown out the world for a while.
I sat up, pulled off my t-shirt, then slid my hands up his torso, taking his t-shirt with me. “Take this off,” I muttered, distracted by sculpted abs and the gorgeous variations of colour over his chest. Down the centre, between his pecs, was a little valley of a lighter blue, and under his arms was paler still, a pastel teal colour that reminded me of the leaves out in the jungle. He allowed me to trace the contours of the colours, wriggling his t-shirt over his head as he tried to stay still for my examination.
Boldly, I ran my hand down his body to cup his growing erection. He jolted as I wrapped my fingers around it. “I want to fuck you,” I murmured against his mouth as I bent to kiss him again. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, sir,” he breathed, parting his legs, a faint moan rising from him as I squeezed again.
“Take these off.” I’d barely touched the waistband of his pants when he shoved them down his body, shuffling his legs frantically to get rid of them. The scales on his inner thighs were that same pale teal colour, and I bent down to kiss the area. His scales were smooth beneath my tongue, warm, with a musky scent that was like the jungle after it had rained. I toyed with his balls, then took his cock in my mouth. His hips flexed upwards, then he muttered an apology.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I want you to enjoy this. I want you to feel good.” My fingers slid down past his balls, down to his entrance, as his legs fell open wider.
But then I stopped, a frantic idea dragging all my other thoughts to a stop. Did I have any lube? I sat up. Where had I left it? Surely I had some somewhere.
“Sir?” Kade said, a wary question that was filled with worry.
“We need lube,” I said, not wanting him to think he’d done anything wrong. He was perfect. He was beautiful. He was temptation personified, and I needed to be inside him.
“There’s some in the bathroom cabinet,” he said, then, at my surprised look, added, “I found it when I was cleaning the bathroom the other day. Shall I get it?” He was already moving off the bed, so I nodded. While he was gone, I shimmied out of my sweatpants, tossing them off the bed. So much for Kade’s efforts to tidy the room.
He was back a moment later, handing me the tube, wearing nothing but a smile and a thoroughly eager erection.
“Lie down,” I instructed him. He did, settling on his back with his legs parted. He gave his own cock a few lazy strokes, biting his lip as he looked at me.
It was blatant seduction, and I couldn’t resist it. I leaned up to kiss him again, and as it turned out, that was a thoroughly distracting activity all by itself. I lost myself for a few minutes, letting my thoughts shut off as I weaved my tongue around his, nibbling on his lips, threading my fingers through his hair.
His hand on my cock finally brought me back to where we were supposed to be going with this, and by that point, I was panting and leaking, leaving faint smears of fluid over his thighs.
“Tell me if this hurts,” I told him, as I slicked some lube onto my fingers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
