She turned and cawed at me while Sebbie walked over to a bowl on the counter that had a lid on it.
“She’s not allowed in the bedroom,” I told Sebbie.
He just chuckled as he brought the bowl, which apparently contained nuts, over to Crow, placing a handful on the table for her.
“She sleeps outside. She likes to roost with the other crows,” I stated.
Sebbie turned to put the bowl back on the counter, and Crow stared at me. She had just picked up a peanut, and the little shit stared me in the eye while she chomped down on it with her beak.
I lifted my top lip and bared my teeth, a tiny growl escaping. Crow ruffled her feathers, and one dropped down onto the floor just as Sebbie turned around.
“Oh! That’s so cool! She lost a feather here! Can I keep it?” he asked, looking from Crow to me.
She fluffed her feathers and cooed, and I nodded my head.
What followed was about twenty minutes of hearing how beautiful, smart, and wonderful Crow was. Sebbie offered me snacks, too, but I declined. He was the only snack I wanted, if only Crow would give me a minute alone with him.
Crow kept shooting me dirty looks when Sebbie wasn’t looking. (Yes, crows can give you dirty looks. It’s all about the head tilt.) When he was facing her, I lifted a lip and growled at her. I was slightly annoyed at her, but I also knew she was mostly fucking with me. She might have slept in with us, because she did really like Sebbie, but I knew she wouldn’t have stayed the whole night. She liked the local murder, and she roosted with them all the time.
When Sebbie seemed to finally be winding down on his adoration of Crow, I opened a window by the table. I silently sent her the message to leave, but she waited another five minutes just to spite me. When she finally did fly out the window, she sent me an image as she went.
It was the man in black.
Lovely. I supposed that meant he’d be visiting in one form or another tonight.
I shut the window and turned around to face Sebbie, who was humming to himself as he brushed the crumbs that Crow had left behind into his hand.
He was so perfect, and love washed through me at seeing him cheerfully clean up after giving my familiar snacks she loved best—because I’d noticed that the bowl had all her favorites. Sebbie was the type of person to casually notice someone’s favorites and then just always have them at hand.
He was going to spoil us both, and I’d have to make sure to spoil him right back.
I walked up behind him while he washed his hands at the sink, leaning in and nuzzling at his neck. He tilted itautomatically, giving me more access. My mouth licked and nibbled along the trail leading up to his ear, and his breath caught at the sensations. I reached a hand around and up under his scrubs, casually rubbing my thumb over his nipple.
He had forgotten totally that he was washing his hands, and they were clasped together underneath the warm running water. I reached over to shut the water off.
“Shower,” Sebbie mumbled. “I have to shower. I’m all icky from working a twelve-hour shift.”
I really didn’t give a shit if he showered or not—he smelled absolutely divine to me. But I wanted my mate comfortable, and I was also hoping to get my mouth on him tonight. I didn’t want him feeling self-conscious or worried when I licked his cock for the first time.
“Can I join you?” I asked.
He groaned in response, his hips jerking forward a bit. I guessed that answered that question.
I gave his neck one last nibble, grazing my teeth gently against his skin. Then I steered him toward the bathroom, walking behind him. We ended up doing this strange awkward walk to try to stay in sync, because I wasn’t willing to let Sebbie go, and he giggled as we made our way into the bathroom.
I smiled, kissing the top of his head. I loved that Sebbie was so lighthearted and filled with joy. I wanted to keep him that way, no matter what happened.
When we got to the bathroom, we broke apart, although I gave his nipple one last brush of my thumb. He was grinning when he turned around and pulled his shirt off. I went to turn the water on, but he was impatiently pulling at my shirt, too, and still giggling. I laughed and obliged him, raising my arms so he could pull it off, then I finished setting the water temperature in the shower.
By the time the bathroom was filling with steam, Sebbie and I were both stripped of our clothes. He stepped into the shower, throwing me a saucy wink. I growled low in my throat and followed him, grabbing him for a kiss. The gentle rain spray of his shower warmed us as I licked into his mouth, overcome with need for him.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I dropped to my knees, thankful that Sebbie’s walk-in shower was spacious. He gasped and went to cover his cock. I looked up at him, but he didn’t seem upset or shy. All I could smell coming from him was arousal, so I wasn’t sure why he’d covered up.
“I want to taste you,” I told him.
His eyes glazed over a little, but he still hadn’t moved his hands. I’d discovered over our experiences that Sebbie liked seeing our size difference, but helovedhearing me talk about it. His arousal spiked every time.
“Can I suck on your cute little cock, Sebbie?” I asked him.
