The bed didn’t get a second glance as they made their way to the bathroom, meeting at the shower with a kiss.
Tripp looked fantastic with or without clothes. And without, he was a treat for sore eyes.
“Glad you’re getting more comfortable with me.” Tripp pressed in, their bellies touching, Dray’s soft, rounded shape to Tripp’s taut surface. He had no hesitation in reaching for Dray’s hips, caressing the sides of his chest and over his bottom. No hesitation at all when his hand curled around and cupped his belly. A twitch within jarred Dray into a gasp and Tripp smiled. “Someone else is, too.”
“This isn’t about him.” Dray moved Tripp’s hand away.
“Him?” Tripp froze and stared at Dray with wide, puppy dog eyes.
Dray shook his head. “I do get regular prenatal care, you know?”
“Good. Good. I—sometime soon we need to sit down and hatch out financials. I owe you for the doctor’s visits. Stuff.” Tripp’s cheeks flushed.
Dray reached into the shower, fiddled with the knobs, and slapped Tripp’s ass. “We can be responsible adults later. We fuck now.”
“O-oh. Okay!” Tripp stumbled as Dray drew him in and smiled.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” Dray stuck his tongue out as the water cascaded over them. Hair plastered against his head, eyes bright and silvery as ever, those same ones that glittered at him in the club all those months ago.
Maybe it was suggestion, or the power of false memories. Who knew? But Dray would never forget that perfect cock that slid deep inside him. Dray hummed as Tripp made a slow start, leaning in for a tender kiss that dragged to his neck.
Teeth grazed sensitive skin, and Tripp nipped ever so gently. “Don’t worry. I can control my fangs.”
“I wasn’t worried. Indie, remember? Chomp away.” Dray tucked in, dropped his own fangs, and nipped at the nape of his neck to earn a hiss and groan of pleasure.
“But the baby.” Tripp shuddered but couldn’t escape Dray’s teeth. Their jaws were made to eat other snakes, the fangs serrated, curving backward. There was no escaping an indigo once they got their teeth in. Dray used it to his advantage and reached down to grasp Tripp’s cock.
A steady pump woke his half-hard cock into full mast, the foreskin prying back little by little as it plumped. Precum drooled and dripped, the only distinction between it and the water being the slow, stringy drip. “I knew from the beginning whoever I hooked up with was a reptile by the feel of it. That means my child inherited my immunity. Also, now that I know you’re the father, are rattlesnakes affected by their own venom?”
Tripp’s eyes widened as if a thought dawned on him. “My dad’s never been able to claim my mom because…”
“That’s really sad,” Dray said, licking at the wound he caused. In a flash, as quick as a snake’s strike, Tripp countered and opened his mouth, curved fangs sliding out, eyes slitting. His jaw sank into Dray’s nape, pricking fangs seating themselves as if he were home. And if the shudder, whimper, and hitched breath that emanated from Tripp was correct—he was crying.
Tripp held there for long moments, their bond swimming between one another for long moments until he withdrew. Venom rushed through Dray’s veins, invigorating in a way nothing else had been. It told his snake self that there was a fight, adrenaline spiking in his primal brain.This one curls tail well.
Snake was pleased, apparently. Dray made a note of that as Tripp went primal, pressing Dray against the wall, turning him into a comfortable position. Wandering fingers reached his entrance and toyed him open, impatient but not brutal. “Why didn’t you let me touch your cock that night?”
Tripp continued to loosen Dray, fingers undulating so dexterously. Dray welcomed the touch, sighing into it. “BecauseI have all those piercings, and noobs don’t know what t-to do with it.”
“I’ll learn. I promise.” Tripp reached around to stroke the length of Dray, keeping his touch gentle and considerate of the piercings. He used the foreskin so gently, letting it do the work underneath his guiding hand. His other hand slid from Dray’s ass and guided his cock home, easing into a spot he’d not been in so long. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t—mff… Like.”
Dray could barely give anuh-huhfor an answer, soaking in the pleasure. Their first time had been messy, frantic, and quick, and this time would be no different. They had places to be, after all. But he filled Dray so easily, rocking his hips while his other stroked him into complacency and bliss. Dray could only moan so softly. “Flick the piercings gently. Please.”
Tripp didn’t wait. He listened, reacted immediately, made sure Dray had his pleasure in spades. It’d been so long, too long. Dray had denied himself as punishment, as if he’d rejected his own sexual urges as a betrayal. But there they were again, plentiful as ever.
They sighed with pleasure, hissed and writhed, Tripp’s hips moved so hypnotically that Dray lost himself in the evolution of their lust. Heat sex was great, but mating sex? It filled a hole…no pun intended… Actually, yeah! Pun intended! It filled a hole that Dray thought would never be complete again.
In a single penultimate moment, they shuddered, and Dray swore he could feel Tripp’s orgasm starting in his toes, rising to his spine, radiating through him and into Dray as his twin cockheads flared. “F-fuck.”
Tripp was silent as he came, no vocalizations, no moans. They halted in his chest, left only to breathy noises that punctuated with a grunt.
Hot cum flooded Dray’s insides at the same time he erupted against the shower wall to be washed away in the warm flow.Soft panting breaths slowed down to a breathy hum of pleasure. “You’re amazing.”
Dray smiled and relaxed as Tripp pulled out. “Okay, let’s get dressed and go meet your parents.”
A chime of the doorbell rang out, and Dray threw a towel on, the split in the back side barely closing over his ass. He walked ahead of Tripp to get the door and flung it open with a grin. “Rick!”
The cat shifter sat on the other side with a reusable grocery bag. “Brought you an overnight kit, too. Good luck.”
