He dips his head and then stares down at me. “I…I don’t know how to do this. What do I do?”
My heart twists in my chest. His inexperience is pretty on par with my own when it comes to touching dicks, but pleasure is something I know plenty about, and it kills me to think he hasn’t allowed himself any of it for so long.
I sit up a little and shift to the side. “You can lie on your back, and I can do all the work.”
He cocks his head slightly, and then we’re rolling, my body pulled on top of his. His tail is still wrapped around me, and my legs are straddling his.
“I do not need humans to do work for me. I can do it myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, big man. I get it. You’re strong and don’t need me.”
His eyes narrow. “Untrue. I have made it perfectly clear, my little human, how very much I need you.”
I know he means my cum, but honestly, in this moment, I don’t care. He looks gorgeous beneath me, his rainbow eyes are illuminated with something I can’t quite place. Apprehension, maybe? Or eagerness.
Either way, I want him naked. I want to see everything. And I want him to enjoy every second of what I have to give.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, my finger curling around the hem of his robe.
He stares down at my finger, and he dips his chin again.
“All of it?” I add.
He nods again, and I shift slightly, my hands dragging the silky fabric off him. His chest is completely exposed now,showing off his pierced nipples and the one through the skin of his abdomen.
My hands splay across his chest, and I feel the thrum beneath my palms, feeling the beating hearts before I drag my fingertips down to the slip of fabric covering his cock.
I peer down at him, and I see the way his eyes flash.
“Still okay?”
“Yes.”
With a flick of my wrist, I pull the fabric down, exposing his unsheathed cock. It’s wet, naturally lubricated, and it’s not soft, but also not hard. At least, not the way I get hard. I touched it before, but now I get toseeit. It’s large and thick. Its head is blunt, with heavy spiraling ridges of skin that corkscrew down to the base of him. I don’t see his balls, but I assume they’re inside the slit his cock has appeared through.
“How cool. Do you naturally lubricate?”
“Yes. It is…convenient for breeding.”
“And for other things.” I stare down at it and then let my finger slide up one of the ridges.
His hum is low, deep from his throat, and his fingers fist the sheets around him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Feel weird?”
He growls softly as I do it again, and I decide that he has no idea what to do with this sensation.
I take it slow, letting my fingers explore slowly, gently, before wrapping my hand around him. When I do this, the fabric beneath him tears, his tail tightening around me. I hesitate a moment, making sure he isn’t going to ask me to stop before letting my hand slide down his wet length.
It hits his groin, my knuckle catching on his slit before letting my fist drag up his dick. My wrist twists around his bluntcockhead, and that’s when I see the first spurt of cum trickle from his dick.
“It’s not white.”
“No.”
