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I groaned and let my eyes slip shut, too swept up in the pleasure to resist the urge. Luc stroked and squeezed with his tail, adding to the pool of precum coating my belly. My hips met him for every thrust, pushing my cock through the tight coil, the soft layer of hair tickling my shaft in just the right way.

The pointed tip broke away from the rest of the coil and feathered over my tip, coaxing another drop of clear liquid from my slit.

“Fuck…” I muttered.

I was so close.

“Oh, you precious human…” Luc cooed. “All you have to do is choose me, and I’ll show you pleasure like you never thought possible. Can you do that?”

All I could do was whimper, pressing nothing more than pathetic cries past my lips with each pass of the point of Luc’s tail over my slit. He dipped inside, and my hips jackknifed off the bed. “Please…”

“Please, what?”

What the fuck else could I be asking for right now?

“Wanna come,” I muttered.

My hands flexed behind my head, fingers tightening in my hair, desperate for something to grasp onto.

“I want to hear you say it first.”

“Ah…” Luc teased my slit with the point of his tail, sending sparks of pleasure up my shaft and through my entire body. The length of his tail squeezed my shaft, putting pressure all the way to my balls, which were full to the brim and drawn up tight.

But Luc was smart, providing enough friction to feel good—to feel fucking breathtaking—but not enough to make me come.

His tail flattened against my shaft and down to my balls, where he wrapped another loop around them and tightened, effectively tugging them away from my body and stopping my orgasm in its tracks.

I keened again. “Please, Luc–I just said it!”

“No.” The single word hit me right in the gut, where a ball of desire was sitting heavily and ready to burst. “Say you choose me.”

“I choose you.” I didn’t even think about the words before they were out of my mouth. I was hanging on by a thread, and would say just about anything to be allowed to finally come.

“Tell me you want me to be your first.”

“I want you to be my first.”

Luc tightened his grip on my cock to a level that was nearly painful, but damn it hurt in the best way possible. “Tell me I’ll be your last.”

“Fuck—you’re my last! Please, please, please, just fucking let me come!”

Luc leapt out of his chair and his tail flexed against my shaft, drawing a growl from deep in my chest. He leaned over me, claiming my mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. Tongues tangled, and my orgasm simmered at the base of my spine. With Luc chasing my tonsils with his tongue, I could no longer beg with my words.

As it was, my body was done waiting. My hips thrust into his tail, faster and faster until tingles spread through my body. The tip licked over my cockhead, gathering up more and more precum to smear over my dick and drip to my stomach.

Panting into the kiss, I fucked into the tight coil around me. To hell with his rules, I threw my arms around his neck, latching onto his hair and tugging. He moaned, breaking off the kiss. “Fall apart for me, Tate.”

I snapped. My cock pulsed, shooting hot bursts of cum against my chest and stomach, the orgasm so intense that cum hit my chin, my nose. Luc wasted no time, using his tongue to clean up every fucking drop.

My cock was still pulsing, long after I thought there was nothing left. Waves of pleasure made my body tremble, and the aftershocks brought tears to my eyes.

Loop by loop, Luke carefully unwrapped himself from my cock and brought his tail to my mouth for me to lick it clean. Bright eyes watched me, neon orbs in an otherwise dark room.

“My pretty little human,” he murmured.

Heat spread through my veins and warmed me from the inside out. My breathing slowed, and my heart relaxed.

Shit, I’d never come so hard in my life. Was that what I was missing out on? Perhaps I should have started having sex a long time ago, but would it feel the same?