“My grandfather always went on about chickens, you know. Lamenting the ban in some places, and limits in others, when it comes to owning them. Can’t really say I see what he found so interesting about the birds, even now.”
Quill winced when Ender’s eyes narrowed further, his pupils more clearly elongating into a snake-like slit. The Gorgon may have not been looking at the offending Cryptid, but he was hearing him well enough. Thomas was not going to survive long here if this was how unobservant he was of other people’s moods. Especially if the ‘people’ he was ignoring happened to beEnder, and the emotion was ‘pissed the fuck off’. An emotion the Chupacabra had managed to rile up in the Gorgon the moment he had started talking.
Quill had just set Princess aside when Thomas asked, “So, do you eat them when they get old or stop laying eggs?”
His eyes widened in horror at the man as Ender’s hand froze on Charlie, and he slowly looked over at Thomas, his eyes fully snake now.
“Oh shit!” Quill gasped. Without hesitating, he scooped up the new recruit and leaped to his feet, taking off running as the Cryptid squealed in shock.
Dread filled his stomach when he looked back and spotted Ender on his feet. His hair now white snakes that were moving up around his head, scales were rapidly forming around the Gorgon’s face as rage burned in every single eye that turned their way.
“ATTACK, CHICKENS, ATTACK!” the Gorgon bellowed, pointing.
“OH, COME ON, ENDER!? HE DIDN’T KNOW!?” Quill yelped in fear, running faster when Ender’s entire flock started chasing after them.
Having pushed the coffee table out of the way, against one of the other couches, Cyrus, now completely nude, knelt down on the rug-covered floor of his living room, in front of the brown couch that Killian was currently sprawled out on. Given how naked he was, all of Killian’s pearlescent skin was there for Cyrus’ eyes to feast on. So as he hunched further, while gently lifting Killian’s left foot, his gaze slowly trickled upward, over the Siren’s lean, semi-muscular form.
There was so much to look at, from the Siren’s hairless, shapely legs, to the man’s long, hard uncut cock nestled against his taut stomach, but for a brief moment, Cyrus’ gaze was caught on the birthmark on the left side of Killian’s hip. Made up of multiple different colors, even if faint, the mark was shapedlike the spiral of a nautilus shell, and it identified the Siren as someone capable of giving birth. It would deepen in color if the man was ever pregnant.
Flicking his eyes upward, he met Killian’s gaze as he pressed a kiss to the top of the Cryptid’s foot.
The Siren smirked down at him, a twinkle in his glowing blue eyes, as he said, “I feel you enjoy kissing my feet a bit too much. It's not a fetish you’ve hidden from me, is it?”
“No, no.” Cyrus chuckled. “The only feet I like are yours, and the only one with a fetish here is you, Baby.”
“As if you don’t enjoy it!” the man hmphed.
He smirked. “I don’t deny that. I love worshiping every inch of you, just as much as you love me doing it.”
Killian's eyes narrowed sharply. “Then get to it.”
“Impatient,” Cyrus tsked, before pressing another kiss on the man's foot.
Never breaking eye contact, he trailed kisses up the man’s leg, lightly nipping and licking as he went. Killian’s skin was cool to the touch, yet heated wherever he laid his mouth, as if it were soaking in his warmth.
The Siren’s legs were forced apart by Cyrus’ body as he moved upward, Killian's breathing coming faster while he rose. On reaching the top of his hip, he purposely bit down on the man’s birthmark. Killian gasped, arching upward with a whimper.
It was a stark contrast to how the man used to react to Cyrus touching him there. In the beginning of their relationship, Killian had hated the mark, and he hated it even more whenever Cyrus touched it. It had taken years of working together, but he was happy that now the only reaction he got was pleasure.
Biting down harder, his fangs broke the skin, drawing a moan from Killian’s lips, as he sucked a bit of the man’s blood into his mouth. Fates didn’t need much blood to survive, onlyabout a mouthful each week, but they did in fact need it. Not that they were vampires, as those didn’t exist, much to the disappointment of humans.
After taking his fill, Cyrus carefully pulled his fangs free, the Siren whimpering as he licked at the spot.
A shudder ranthrough Killian’s body as he stared down into Cyrus’ intensely heated gaze, while the man licked the fertility mark on his hip. Part of him was waiting for the disgust he used to feel whenever anyone, himself included, touched it, to rise up, but it didn’t. All he felt was hot and needy, knowing the powerful man knelt between his legs wanted to be there and was there willingly. And what a man he was.
There were taut muscles and tawny-bronze skin wherever he looked, not to mention the hard and very large uncut cock dangling between the man's legs that was all for him. Though the size of the man's hands, and the veins running through them, were enough to turn Killian on.
He was a bit thankful that Cyrus’ couches were raised higher than normal. It made the position a hell of a lot easier with how tall the Fate was. At the very least, it was better for the man’s back.
Cyrus pressed one more kiss on the mark, before pushing both of his legs back, setting them on his shoulders. Killian said nothing, he just let himself be maneuvered and dragged further down the couch, putting more of him on display. His hole twisted as it happened, a drop of slick trickling out.
The wonders of self-lubricating holes. Though it did save them on lube, it was still something even he found odd about himself.
He shuddered when Cyrus nuzzled his bearded face against his prick, it twitched as he did. Killian’s heart sped up as the Fate waited for him. The reddish-purple gaze meeting his felt so intense, it practically burned.
Cyrus was waiting for him to speak, because Cyrus was his to command. Which was a huge fucking turn-on, even though Killian knew it was more an illusion and he wouldn’t be in control for too much longer.
Licking his lips, as he threaded his fingers into Cyrus’ curly brown hair, he ordered, “Suck it.”
