His chest and torso are covered. So is his back. His left leg is fully decorated, and the right one has a few here and there. Both his nipples are pierced; each with a silver barbell through them.
“Shit,” I mutter, my voice raspy. “You’re so hot.”
He smirks, jerking his head to the side to get hair away from his eyes. It’s something he does often, and I could never tell what was so sexy about it. I think it’s just him. Anything he does is attractive to me.
“So are you.”
“I’m…” I look down at myself. “Plain.”
He barks a laugh. When I look back at him, his eyes are shining with equal ferocity.
Leif crawls onto the bed, straddling my hips.
“We could change that.” His gaze narrows slightly. “If you got a tattoo, would it show on all your forms?”
I shrug, not sure of the answer and not in the right frame of mind to think about it enough to make sense of it.
Precum drips from the tip of his cock, long and hard. That’s all I can focus on.
“What is this?” I ask, reaching for his dick that has something along the underside.
He gently swats my hand away.
“Touch me, and I’ll come,” he warns.
“Isn’t that the point?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I want you to come again first.”
“That’s not fair.”
He smirks. “No, but it’s really fucking hot.” He takes his dick in his hand, lifting it so I can see the underside. “This is my Jacob’s ladder piercing.” He lifts it a little higher. “And my hafada piercing.”
“Didn’t that hurt?” Fuck, just thinking about it has my dick wanting to go soft.
Shrugging, he says, “Not enough to not do it multiple times. Healing sucks, but it’s fun to play with.”
“Can I touch it?” I ask.
Leif lifts his dick even higher, nearly pressing it against his stomach as he takes a deep breath. I brush my finger along the length of his dick, feeling the three bumps of silver jewelry along the way. His breath hitches, and his stomach muscles tense. My gaze drifts to the lowest one, the ring through the top of his sac, about an inch from the base of his dick.
“I don’t know why this is so hot.” I flick my gaze at him.
“I’m glad you approve. Now lay back.”
I settle back again, wanting to touch him more but listening feels like the better option. I get comfortable against the pillows. Leif lowers himself against my body, his erection hard against me. His chest brushes mine, and I reach up to grip his waist, just wanting to feel him. No—needingto feel him.
His mouth comes down on mine, and for the first time, I open for him, darting my tongue out to taste his. Before, he was kissingme. Teasingme. I was so turned on that I could barely move or register what was happening. I was focused on not coming. Now, I want to enjoy this in a different way. I want to feel him.
Every nerve ending in my body lights up, pulsing with need, similar to how it does when I shift. It’s confusing at first, feeling different body parts and sensations, but the more I do it, the easier it is to adjust. This might be like that, too. It’s intense nowbecause it’s my first time, but maybe after a while, it’ll settle a little, but not in a bad way. Just in a way that I can be more present and focused on him without being overwhelmed by it all. Or maybe sex will always feel like this.
I never want to stop feeling like every bit of my body is on fire… for Leif. Who knew a human could make me feel like this?
Leif thrusts forward, the pressure of his body grinding against my cock pulling an unexpected moan from me. He does it again, and my grip tightens on him.
I feel the rungs of his piercings against my skin, but I really want to feel them on my dick.
“Can you… just…” I try to get the words out, but they’re not working. So, I shift him over, moving him with ease, so his dick presses against mine more.
