“You don’t mind if we wait?”
“No. Not at all.”
“I’m worried about it hurting. That’s a sensitive place. And what if I have to poop?”
I smiled at his lack of filter. I wouldn’t want it any other way. “I don’t know about pooping, but you definitely don’t want to be running away from Rabids right after anal.”
“Remember when people used to say, ‘up your butt and around the corner?’”
“Yeah,” I chuckled.
“That’s literally where your dick goes.”
“Pretty much.”
I waited for him to say more, content to watch him work his way through the mysteries of anal sex.
“But I know that I want it to be you,” he said at last. “My first time up the butt and around the corner. You can’t get mad at me though if I poop on your dick.”
“That’s almost as sexy as when you say weiner,” I teased.
“Yeah, I’m hard,” he said and pulled down his underwear to show me.
“Same here.” I placed his hand against my own.
“You want to race me to the finish line? We can see who blows first.”
Without waiting for me to catch up, he squirted some lotion onto his hand, wrapped his fingers around his dick, and with a rushed countdown, started tugging. I grabbed for my own, then rolled over on top of him, squishing him despite his laughing protests that he might puke. I pinned him underneath me so that I could kiss him while we both stroked ourselves feverishly to get off.
“I win,” Kitten said, chest heaving, while I reached for a t-shirt to wipe us off. “Not that shirt. I just washed it.” He rolled out of bed and padded over to the sink for a damp rag, then considerately cleaned both of us.
“Thanks, cutie. That was fun. Come back to bed now. I’m lonely.”
He snuggled back under the covers, and I kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose. Was I doting on him? Fuck yes. With his eyelids growing heavy, content in his post-orgasm bliss, I predicted he’d pass out at any moment.
“Do you ever want children?” he asked sleepily, surprising me yet again.
“I don’t know. Seems like hard times for raising kids. And I don’t know if I’d be a good dad.”
“You’d be good at it though.”
I flicked at one of the curls that perpetually kissed his forehead. There wasn’t enough time in the day for all the ways I wanted to touch him. “Yeah? How do you know?”
“From the way you take care of me and Little Miss Purrfect and Teresa, and the others too. I hope there are kids there. I miss the sound of children laughing. Is that weird?”
“No, it’s not weird at all. It’s beautiful and sort of tragic.”
He burrowed down deeper against my chest with his soft exhales ghosting against my skin. I listened to his breathing even out, the rhythm of his heart beating alongside my own.
“I hope there are children there,” he murmured again before his eyes closed for good.
“Me too, sweetness.”
EIGHTEEN
KITTEN
We visitedSantiago at the lab again the next day so that I could say goodbye to him before we left. Like before, he sat across from us behind the plexiglass barrier, looking tired but alert.
