I traced my fingers along the curve of the horn, marveling at the texture, at the reality of touching something that I’d never experienced before. Kieran's breathing had gotten deeper, and when I looked down, I could see his cock starting to harden beneath the water.
It was... not human. He was longer than what I’d seen before, with a slight upward curve and what looked like ridges along the shaft. The head was flared wide with little nubs along the edges. The sight of it should have been intimidating, but instead I felt my own cock stir with interest.
"Still okay?" Kieran asked, noticing where my gaze had gone.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"Good." He stood up in the shallow water, offering me his hand. "Come here."
I let him pull me up, water streaming off both our bodies. He was taller than I'd realized, maybe six-two to my six feet, and his body was magnificent. All lean muscle and golden skin, the hair on his chest trailing down in a line that disappeared into the coarser fur covering his lower half. His legs were wrong in the way I'd seen earlier from afar. They were digitigrade, ending in cloven hooves instead of feet. But somehow that just made him more beautiful, more otherworldly in the best way.
He guided me to sit on the edge of the pool, my legs still dangling in the water. Then he positioned himself between my knees. His hands came to rest on my thighs, thumbs stroking gently.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he said, looking up at me with those impossible eyes. "And I want you to tell me if anything doesn't feel good, all right?"
"All right."
He started with my mouth, kissing me slowly and thoroughly. His lips were soft, his tongue clever, and he tasted like something I couldn't quite identify. It was almost like honey, maybe, or warm red wine. I found myself melting into the kiss, my hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, feeling the play of muscle beneath his skin.
When he finally pulled back, I was already breathing hard.
"Better," he murmured, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "You're starting to relax a bit at least."
Then he kissed his way down my throat, taking his time, his mouth hot and wet against my skin. When he reached my collarbone, he bit down gently, and I gasped at the sharp pleasure of it.
"Do you like that?"
"Y-Yes."
He did it again, this time at the junction of my neck and shoulder, and I felt my cock jump against my stomach. Kieran noticed, his eyes dropping down to take in my arousal with obvious appreciation.
"You're beautiful, Cal," he said, and the sincerity in his voice made my chest tight. "Absolutely beautiful."
His mouth continued its exploration, moving down to my chest. When he took my nipple between his lips and sucked gently, I arched up off the stone with a broken cry. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like that, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.
"You are sensitive," Kieran observed with satisfaction, then moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. By the time he was done, I was trembling, my hands fisted in his curly hair.
He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me squirm. When he reached my cock, he paused, looking up at me with a question in his eyes.
"May I?"
I nodded frantically, already beyond words.
His mouth was hot and perfect, taking my entire length in slowly, his tongue working against the underside of my shaft in a way that made my vision blur around the edges. I'd gotten head before, obviously. But never like this. Never with this kind of careful attention, like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
"Kieran," I gasped, my hips trying to thrust up despite my best efforts to stay still. "I'm going to?—"
He pulled off with a soft pop. "Not just yet," he said, his voice rough from taking me so deep. "I want to be inside you when you cum."
The words sent a bolt of heat straight through me and I nodded. “Please."
He stood up, water dripping from his body, and I got my first really good look at his cock. It was definitely bigger than anything I was used to, thick and flushed dark red, those ridges I'd noticed before standing out prominently along the shaft. The flared head was almost mushroom-shaped, and I could see pre-cum beading at the tip.
"Will it fit?" I asked, then immediately felt stupid for the question.
Kieran's expression softened. "We'll go slowly. And I have something that will help." He reached for something behind one of the potted plants and produced a small bottle of what was obviously lube. "The bathhouse keeps supplies in all the rooms."
He sat back down on the edge of the pool, pulling me toward him until I was straddling his lap, my knees on either side of his hips. From this angle, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, hot and hard and impossibly thick.
