Ty bit his lower lip. “It can be a little hard to control when I’m really interested.”
The surge of confidence Morgan felt was almost as good as an orgasm in and of itself. “Yeah?” he said, closing the distance between them and hovering his mouth over Ty’s. “You want me that much?” Wanting was all right; wanting was something Morgan could handle.
“Yes,” Ty said insistently. “You ask and ask, and the answer is always—mmm.” Morgan captured his mouth in a kiss, pressing their bodies together from shoulder to shin. Ty held him tight and close, his arms winding around Morgan’s waist like, well—like tentacles, he supposed, a little too flexible and a little too strong to be a man’s grasp. “Lie with me,” Ty urged the second their mouths parted, but Morgan shook his head.
“Sit down,” he said instead, slowly pushing at Ty’s shoulders until he sat on the edge of the bed. Morgan kicked the sweatpants over so they cushioned his knees, then knelt down in front of Ty, spreading him wide with his hands. “I’m going to suck you off,” he murmured, never looking away from Ty’s deep,dark eyes. Those were ocean eyes, eyes that saw even in the dark, eyes that had seen straight through Morgan and into him and still wanted what they found.
“Please,” Ty whispered, and that was all it took. Morgan reached forward and wrapped his hand around Ty’s cock. He quickly found out that it might be capable of looking human, but it didn’t act that way. It was as flexible as a tentacle and seemed decidedly friendly, bunching and stretching against his grip, like it was trying to hold him right back. When Morgan bent down to kiss the tip, he and Ty both gasped when Ty’s cock suddenly grew by several more inches.
“I’m sorry,” Ty said breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I can’t, I can’t stop it.”
Morgan had never been more eager to give a blow job in his life. “Don’t be sorry,” he said, then closed his lips over the head. Ty tasted like the ocean, salt and sea water, and beneath that, firm, cool flesh that writhed against his tongue. It was alien and a little intimidating but seeing how much Ty was enjoying it was all Morgan needed to keep going. He used both hands and kept his strokes firm as he suckled on the head, which petted across his tongue, like it was congratulating him on a job well done.
Ty’s whole body was a ripple of color, bright red focusing on his groin and expanding out in waves. His mouth was open, little moans coming unashamedly from him as he stared down with wide-eyed, unabashed wonder at Morgan. Morgan pulled off the head of his cock with a little pop. “Can you come like this?” he asked huskily, his throat already a little sore.
“Yes, I think so,” Ty said, drawing the words out sibilantly. “But it would be faster if I was, um, deeper.”
“Deeper?”
“Mmm.”
Morgan wasn’t sure he was quite ready for how deep Ty’s cock could probably go down his throat, and he knew he wasn’t readyto be fucked by him. That was a level of intimacy he couldn’t make the jump to yet, especially when he felt so uncertain about where they really stood. “I don’t know about deep,” Morgan said at last, “but what about tight?” He crawled up into Ty’s lap and pressed in close to him, trapping his cock between their bodies. “Like this.”
Ty blinked, and then his pupils seemed to morph all of a sudden, going from small and round to enormous and long in less than a second. It was so unexpected that part of Morgan, the part that was still coming to grips with the fact that there was a lot more to his lover than it looked like, briefly felt the urge to flinch.
“I want anything I can have with you,” Ty breathed. “I like this. But … what do you want?”
“I like this too,” Morgan said, and Ty nodded. He pulled Morgan to his feet and helped him undress, then turned them around and pressed Morgan back against the bed until he was sitting against the headboard. Ty settled onto his lap, wrapped his arms around Morgan’s neck, and pulled him into a kiss.
This part, the kissing, felt so normal and natural that for a moment it was a little hard to believe Morgan was with someone who wasn’t completely human. When Ty rutted up against him, though, the differences between them were immediately obvious once more.
Morgan groaned as he felt Ty’s cock twine around his, coiling and rubbing against him even as it stretched farther up his body. He’d never felt anything even close to this before, this strange sensation of pressure and liveliness and connectedness. It was an entirely new way to experience a partner, and when the friendly head of Ty’s cock nuzzled against the top of his abdomen, all while still stroking him below, Morgan knew he wasn’t going to last long.
He inhaled sharply as he lifted his hips, jerking Ty in close with the hold he had around his waist as he began to come. “Ah, ah, fuck,ah.” His release spread across their bellies and Ty’s dick. The slickness seemed to do a lot for Ty, and just a few seconds later, he followed suit, not coming explosively like Morgan had but with a long, slow moan, a few thick spurts of his seed oozing out the top of his dick and catching in his chest hair, like tiny clumps of seaweed. It could have been off-putting, but Morgan found it ridiculously hot instead.
They sat there gasping in the aftermath, holding onto each other for all they were worth. Morgan thought it had to be the single hottest experience of his entire life, and they’d barely even done anything yet.
Morgan wasn’t sure what else he wanted, but he knew he wanted more with Ty. He kissed the point of Ty’s chin, then the tip of his nose, then his lips. “Let’s go shower. We can clean up and talk through what we might like to try next.”
“Oh, there’s so much,” Ty said, his eyes wide and shining as he stroked his hands through Morgan’s disheveled hair. “You’re all I think about.”
It was too much, too soon, but also so welcome that Morgan couldn’t help but light up under the praise.Don’t rush.You’ve made him take care of you for so long, no wonder you’re all he thinks about.He kissed him one last time, then stood up. “Come on.”
Chapter ten
It would have been nice if Morgan could have focused on nothing but learning about his lover as an equal for the next few weeks, and hopefully finally figuring out exactly what Ty really meant by “love.” Unfortunately, though, there were still other things to do, plenty of things, and they all seemed to rear their heads at once in the weeks leading up to Christmas.
Bentley was getting bolder, no longer content to allow lawyers to be their go-betweens. He hadn’t approached Morgan’s sister again, but he’d contacted all of the people who used to be their mutual friends and begged them to get in touch with Morgan on his behalf. Morgan’s email was flooded with messages from folks he hadn’t heard from in months. Some of them were polite enough to maintain the fiction that they actually cared about how Morgan was doing, but most of them were already on Bentley’s side, lambasting him for not jumping on the amazing business opportunity that Bentley had cooked up for him.
It didn’t hurt as much anymore as Morgan had worried it would to get these sorts of messages. He’d even expected the sentiment to a certain degree. These people were also entrepreneurs, the heads of their own companies and in the same boat that he had been for over a decade: making money, hustling, and doing deals. It was in their blood. They weren’t the odd ones out. He was.
The thing that gave him the most guilt about it was the fact that hedidn’tfeel guilty. Morgan didn’t miss the things he’d worked so hard for even though a big part of him felt like he should. Had he wasted an entire decade?
But then he’d get a message from his sister or field a phone call from his niece, and Morgan would be reminded again that, no, he was grateful for everything he had done and everything that he had now. His business might have gone differently than he’d hoped it would, but it had left him in a place to take care of his family and to take care of himself, and he couldn’t be sorry for that.
Ty was rather busy as well. One of the researchers he had regular contact with was unexpectedly retiring and handing the ongoing research off to a graduate student, someone with a different schedule and not entirely compatible goals. Morgan spent at least an hour every evening helping Ty read through his communications and figuring out how to reply.
“What did you do if Phil couldn’t help you with this kind of thing?” Morgan asked one night as they sat together, poring over a new potential schedule for the new year.
