Breath leaves my lungs as I feel him slowly lick past my lips, learning me, mapping out the curves of my mouth. My fingers curl against him, holding him to me, not wanting this to stop.
Not wanting it to end.
And this time, he doesn’t slide down my throat. Instead, we spend long minutes with our tongues tangled around each other. And as we suck and bite, my fingers find his, and I lift his hands to touch me. I bring them up to my face, and I feel the way his skin slides against mine as he cradles my head in his hands.
His kissing grows deeper then, like he’s slowly losing control.
I urge him on, wanting to see him fall apart, wanting to see him completely undone for me.
I want him bare and panting. I want him to give in to his pleasure.
But he suddenly rips his mouth from mine, and that’s when I feel it. His cock against mine.
Our eyes clash, his grip tightening against my face, his skin rippling with barely contained tension. “Everest,” he gasps.
“Don’t go. Please don’t go,” I beg. And he doesn’t. “It feels good, right?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, and my legs tighten around him to hold him in place. He shifts restlessly against me, and in that moment, I feel more of his cock emerge.
Fuck, it feels so good. So warm against mine, even with the fabric covering it. “You’re not used to this, are you? Feeling good?”
He swallows heavily. “No.”
Silence stretches between us, and I know that I’m taking a huge risk, but I can’t help but ask, “Can I touch you?”
His ears flutter, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
“And by ‘touch you,’” I clarify, “I mean your cock?”
The muscles of his arms strain, and he takes a long time to finally answer me. “We do not let anyone touch our cocks. They are for breeding, and I am not a breeder.”
“Yeah, but that’s with another Vyastil. I’m a human.Yourhuman. And I think you’ll like it.” I drag my hand up his spine, and he shivers slightly. “Maybe even more than kissing.” When he says nothing, I add, “Life is all about new experiences, Rath. Let yourself have this.”
He huffs and frowns. “Life is about surviving conflicts, not creating new experiences.”
I sigh and then stare at him intently. “Alright, fine. If you really don’t want this, we can stop. I don’t want you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
He hesitates a moment, weighing his options. “If I do this, will you take ruenox?”
I make a face. “All you think about is cum, don’t you?”
His tail slides between my legs and tugs on my balls, and I let out a small yelp as his eyes twinkle. “And you only think about my cock.”
For a moment, I thought maybe I was going too far, trying to get him to do this with me, but I can see now he’s feeling playful. So, maybe I’m on to something.
I smile back at him. “I’m just interested in it. It’s all tucked away and hidden. It’s like a sexy secret.”
“Your curiosity will harm you one day.”
“Nah, I have you to protect me.”
His ears flutter at that, and his tail curls around my leg tightly. “Yes.”
“Is that a yes to touching your cock or protecting me?”
“Both.”
My heart races in my chest at that. “Oh, okay. I didn’t think you’d say that. But listen, if you hate it, just tell me to stop, and I will. I promise I won’t argue.”
