He murmurs. Or maybe it’s a moan. I can’t make itout because his entire face is lost between the cheeks of my ass. I’m bracing myself on the counter as he pushes that tongue deeper, and fuck, he’s added… a finger. Maybe two? His thumb adds some pressure to my horn, and my heels come off the floor. I lower my head and notice the long string of precum dripping from my cockhead. I’ve never come without touching myself, but with what Sean’s doing inside me, I sense it could happen.
“Sean,” I groan, my voice rough, desperate. “Please. Please. Just—fuck me already.”
He laughs softly against my skin, the bastard, and I love him for it.
“Your hole is so sweet.”
I tilt my head, trying for serious. “Orcs do taste sweeter to their mates. It’s been proven in clinical studies.”
Sean chuckles, kissing my ass cheek. “No, you big nerd. I didn’t mean scientifically sweet. I just meant I love eating you out.”
He stands, taking hold of my hips, and I feel his raging boner on my… lower thigh.
That’s when we realize the problem: logistics.
I’m at least two heads taller, built like a tank, and my mate is… not.
I try squatting. Sean grunts to reach. Still too tall. Sean eyes a dining chair like it’s part of a circus act.
“Maybe if I stand on that?” he says, pointing.
For half a second, I picture it working. Then I picture the news headline:LOCAL COMPUTER NERDACCIDENTALLY LAUNCHES BOYFRIEND THROUGH CEILING.
“Okay, maybe not the best idea,” I say, wiping sweat from my brow. “I don’t want to have to explain to the paramedics how my boyfriend broke a leg banging me.”
Sean freezes. “Boyfriend?”
I meet his gaze and let the silence stretch, just long enough for it to sink in. “Yeah,” I say softly, a little smile tugging at my mouth. “Boyfriend. If that’s okay.”
“Yeah. More than okay.” He kisses my chest, right where my heart pounds under his touch.
Then he gets this look—half cunning, half chaos.
“Wait here.”
He bolts for the bed. I’m still catching my breath when he drags out a large, bright blue, neatly folded… tarp.
“Uh,” I say, blinking. “Where did you get that?”
“It’s new,” he says, defensive and adorable. “I bought it. Just in case.”
Something in me goes very still.
I can handle taunting, touching, even him whispering the filthiest things in my ear. But this—this simple, thoughtful gesture—undoes me completely.
“Sean.” My voice cracks. “You bought a tarp.”
My eyes go wide as it hits me. He was never going to shut me out.
“Yeah,” he says, biting his lip. “You know, cleanup and all. You produce… uh, a lot of cum. And we shouldn’t always have to do it in the shower.”
I laugh, low and shaky, and help him spread the tarp over the bed, tucking the corners neatly under the mattress. My hands shake, not from lust but something deeper—warm, steady awe.
Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.
We meet in the middle, eyes catching, hearts hammering.
I drop down onto all fours, feeling the mattress shift beneath me and the smooth, crinkly surface of the thick plastic underneath. Sean leans in, brushing his lips against mine, and I hum in response, letting the closeness ground me. My hands move instinctively as he stands. I take his dick in my mouth, giving him a long suck before he pulls back, grabs the lube, and moves behind me.
