Griffin is on his bed, a book in hand. He looks puzzled by my sudden arrival.
“What did you think of the book I gave you?” I ask without preamble.
“The book? I thought it was great that they used metal to—”
“No,” I cut him off. “Not the fantasy book. The other one, with werewolves.”
The one with an extremely gay pack of werewolves and a lot of smut.
Griffin’s pupils widen slightly. “I loved it.”
I smile. “I loved it too. Especially the second part, where they make out a lot and have wild sex.”
“Helios…”
It sounds like a warning, but I don’t care.
I swallow my nerves. “I really enjoy wild sex, Griffin. And I think I would enjoy it a lot with you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says quietly.
“Oh, but I do. If you like me, come here and kiss me. If you don’t, I’ll know that you’re not interested, and I’ll stop bothering you forever.”
Before I have time to blink, Griffin is on me. My back hits the wall, and his mouth covers mine. He swallows my gasp of surprise. Our kiss is even more urgent than before, as the tension that has built up between us all day is finally released. His tongue is hot against mine, and I moan.
My hands start roaming over his chest and stomach, looking for skin. I want to touch his scales. I want to feel his warmth. But he gets a hold of my waist and spins me around until I’m facing the wall. Then he buries his face in my neck and licks it.
“Helios…” he says in a deeper voice than usual. “I’m not entirely human.”
I snort and say, breathless, “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
“You don’t understand. It’s not just the horns and the scales. I’m not human, Helios.”
I try to look at him, but he pins me against him. I feel the unmistakable bulge rub on my lower back. I have a feeling that I know where this is going. Oliver, too, was different. It saddens me to say that I know it from a first-hand experience.
“Griffin. I know that you’re different, and I don’t care,” I say. “You could have tentacles flying out of your ass; it would still mean a good time for both of us. Did you know I used to have a third nipple?”
That takes him by surprise, and he laughs. His joy is so rare, I marvel at it.
“What do you mean by youusedto have one?” he says. “Where has it gone?”
“I have a nasty scar on my chest from a fight that exploded in a settlement a few years ago. I think it tore my poor nipple away, and now it’s gone. I miss it dearly.”
Griffin chuckles into my neck. “I’m sorry for your loss…” He caresses my chest over the old scars that don’t hurt anymore.
“So yeah. I know you’re a mutant, Griffin,” I say. “And I don’t care. I want to see all of you, if you’ll let me.”
What could he have to hide? Does he have a ridged cock like Oliver? Or maybe he’s a hermaphrodite. I’ve heard that Modrek, the mutant that rules in the East, is one. Maybe he really does have tentacles. Who knows with mutants?
Griffin gently bites my neck and brings me back to reality. He could have a second head hidden under his pants; it wouldn’t stop me from thirsting after him right now. It would just mean he gives incredible blowjobs.
“Can I undress you?” he whispers in my ear.
“Fuck…yes…” I breathe out.
I’m a hundred percent human. So normal and flawed. But he seems to like it.
My hoodie and my t-shirt are the first to go. He throws them over his shoulder, and they land on the floor. He watches me for a moment, and I swear that he’s almost…purring. It’s a deep sound that rises from his throat. I don’t know how else to describe it.
