His ears flutter, and then he points to my cock cage. “Do I spank this?”
“No,” I say with a small snort. “This is just like a control, power exchange kind of thing. But listen, I’m not wearing this because it’s a kink I’m into. I’m wearing it because you’re being a butthead.”
His eyes widen, and his ears flutter. “My head is not a butt.”
I snort again, and the laughter jostles the plug slightly, making my cock twitch. “Fuck,” I hiss and straighten up, trying to keep my body from moving.
“You laugh at me. Do you like butt heads?”
“Rath, your head isn’t a butt. It’s a name for someone.”
“It is an unkind name. An insult to my species.”
“Yeah, I…alright. I can see why you think that, but this was more a term of endearment.” He cocks his head, and I reach out, touching his chest slightly. “It means I like you, and sometimes I may call you a silly name.”
A trill moves in the back of his throat. “Like, Small Cock?”
I sigh and step away. “No, not like that at all. Leave the nicknames to me.”
“I will if you take the armor off. I do not like it.”
“Yeah, well, I think you deserve a little punishment for breaking your promise to me. You won’t even discuss the possibility of going back to Erethar.”
He stares long and hard. “And this is why you close up your hole and hide your cock from me?”
Well, when he puts it like that. Kind of makes me feel silly. “Yeah.”
His tail tightens around his thigh. “Fine, we can discuss a trip. But you will not flirt with anyone if we go.”
“Yeah, I don’t really flirt.”
“You wink and that is enough.”
“I won’t wink. I won’t even blink.”
Just to prove to him I can, I stare at him without doing so for such a long time that he jostles me slightly.
“Do not hurt your eyes by being stubborn, human. They are fragile, just like the rest of you.”
I sigh, my eyelids scratching over the dry orbs when I finally lower them. “Yeah, alright. I’ll at least blink.”
He stares at me and then turns, his robe floating behind him as he moves.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To the table where we can discuss removing your armor. We will do this like the Vyastil do.”
“So, what? You don’t stand when you talk?”
“We do, but this is a negotiation.”
I stare at him, and his eyes flick down to my cock cage once more. He pulls out a chair and points to it, and I feel that plug in my ass twitch slightly.
“I can’t sit there with this in me.”
“Your ass is not…soft enough.”
I stare at him. “What is with you and the insults today? Is it because I called you a butthead?”
