And then he wondered what Khoth’s cock looked like. Heat bloomed between his thighs. Did the Thaf’ell have sex like humans did? Was there blue goo? Did Khoth have semen? What if he had a barbed cock like a dog? Did the Thaf’ell engage in anal intercourse? Was Khoth a top or bottom?
Halfway through these questions, the Osiris began answering them.
No! No, don’t tell me! Jace cried and wished he could cover his face with his hands in embarrassment.
But you asked about basic Thaf’ell anatomy and sexual practices--
That’s another thing like the liking thing. Private. Don’t want to know scientifically exactly. I want Khoth to tell me or to show me if he wants to, Jace tried to explain.
I already informed you of his sexual interest. If you wish to know these things through practical experimentation, you may wake him with a kiss, the Osiris suggested.
Jace’s mouth went dry at the very thought. He imagined pressing his own mouth against Khoth’s. He’d kissed someone. Sammie, actually. It hadn’t been a romantic thing as he had always known he’d like guys and he was not her type, but they’d wanted to practice kissing. Sammie had a much better chance of getting someone to use that practice kissing on, but Jace had been game nevertheless. It had been nice. A little wet. And they’d clacked teeth a few times. But nothing to set his heart aflame. Yet he was pretty sure if he and Khoth kissed that it would be quite a bit different.
He licked his lips. His gaze was focused on Khoth’s mouth. He could almost imagine how that lips would give under his. They would be soft and pliant. They would part and he would taste Khoth for the first time. What would Khoth taste like? Citrus? Or spice? Or something altogether different?
In his sleep, Khoth would move his tongue lazily against Jace’s. They would slide past each other. Khoth’s canines were sharper than a human’s. They would rasp over the top of his tender tongue. The thrill of that pleasure-pain would skate over his nerves and go right to his cock. Just the thought of it now did that. He was hard.
It was then that Khoth slowly opened his eyes. Those blue-on-blue eyes that were slightly luminescent in the darkness. Khoth blinked sleepily as he stared at Jace as if he wasn’t sure if he was awake or asleep.
“You’re here,” Khoth stated. His voice was still blurry from sleep.
“Yeah, and so are you,” Jace laughed softly, delightedly.
Khoth’s gaze sharpened and the sleep left his eyes. He sat up abruptly, but he was still half on and half off Jace. He seemed almost bewildered like an animal who wasn’t sure which way led to safety.
“Hey, hey, you’re all right. It’s all right,” Jace soothed him.
He was able to untuck an arm from under the covers and touch Khoth’s left shoulder. The Thaf’ell Commander just had on his synthskin suit and Jace could feel the muscles underlying that thin yet powerful piece of material.
“You were asleep when I arrived. I did not wish to disturb your rest,” Khoth sounded a little robotic as if he’d practiced this speech before he’d fallen asleep himself. “The Osiris said you wished me to stay. It would not let me leave.”
Jace’s happiness soured then. “The Osiris wouldn’t let you go to your own quarters.”
You wished him here. He wished to be here. I gave him the excuse, the Osiris clarified.
Not cool, Osiris. You could have messed everything up. If Khoth thinks he has to be nice to me in order to obtain my help against the Khul that will be awful! Jace scolded it.
We will see who is right. He wishes to be with you. His mother recognized this as well. You should ask him, the Osiris suggested.
I cannot believe you, Jace growled.
Khoth started to crawl off of him and towards the edge of the bed. Jace’s mouth opened, but nothing came out to convince Khoth to stay where he was. But, as if it had a mind of its own, his right arm shot out and grabbed Khoth. The Thaf’ell Commander froze and slowly lowered his gaze until it was on Jace’s hand. Jace immediately released him.
“S-sorry! Sorry! The Osiris made you stay and here I am--”
He chose to sleep on the bed, the Osiris helpfully pointed out.
“Here I am… ah, still trying to keep you,” Jace finished with a grimace.
“I thought you would not wish me so close. I chose to rest on the bed, but I left sufficient space so I would not touch you.” Khoth was frowning as if he couldn’t understand how he had wound around Jace.
“I think you may be a cuddler!” Jace teased.
Khoth blued. “I would not do that without your permission!”
The horrified look on the Thaf’ell Commander’s face had Jace waving his hands. “No! I mean… you did! You would have! I didn’t mind! It was nice to wake up with you here. You’re like my anchor. My touchstone. With you here things don’t seem as overwhelming.”
Khoth studied him with an unreadable expression, but he wasn’t leaving the bed. He did though move his hands through his hair, straightening the snarls with his fingers. Jace found himself reaching over to smooth down a place Khoth missed. The Thaf’ell Commander’s eyes widened as Jace finished fixing his hair.
