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Luke realized he was frozen in place, on his knees at Syrus’s side, his fingers completely still inside what was now a sort of slit. He met Syrus’s gaze again.

Syrus gave him a lazy, pleasure-soaked smile. “Be brave, sweet Luke.”

“It feels good?” Luke asked, because even though the signs were there, he needed some sort of confirmation. All this was too strange, too foreign, for him to rely completely on instinct.

“It feels wondrous.”

Wondrous. Luke licked at dry lips, then let his fingers dip further. Let them spread and stroke. It was…textured inside, ridges and folds meeting his probing, all of them slick and wet.

Luke’s blood was rushing, ringing in his ears as it all traveled south. Syrus’s sounds were part of it—his obvious pleasure, his little purrs and moans as Luke tentatively explored—but also the simple feel of him. That slick warmth, familiar and foreign at the same time.

Something began moving alongside Luke’s fingers, a pulsing that matched his strokes, a change to the texture of the channel. Luke bit his lip and watched Syrus’s chest rise and fall with increasing speed. Something was clearly happening.

Still, Luke was completely unprepared for it when his fingers were pressed out of the way and pushed out of the slit. He fell back on his ass as Syrus groaned, his protected assets finally emerging.

And oh. Oh.

Luke stared at the appendage that had popped out to slap against Syrus’s stomach, a gush of wetness coming along with it.

It didn’t look at all like Syrus’s human cock. Or…maybe a little. There were some similarities— the way it was a flushed, dark pink, almost red at the tip. The veins along the sides. But the shape was completely different. Flatter but wider, thicker at the base and narrowing to a sort of tip at the end, like some twisted, erotic version of a fat human tongue.

Syrus rose onto his forearms and slapped his fins against the futon. “Come back, Luke.”

It wasn’t like Luke had gone far. One of his knees was still touching Syrus’s tail, even. But he knew what Syrus meant. Still, he hesitated, watching the thing that must have been Syrus’s cock twist and writhe.

The way it moved, almost prehensile…what would that feel like? What would that feel like inside him?

Luke’s ass clenched, his cock bucking against the tight restraint of his jeans. But apparently Syrus had other ideas.

“Luke,” he crooned when Luke didn’t make a move. “You’ve been with women, yes? You must like a warm, wet hole for your cock now and again.” Syrus pressed long, blue-tinged fingers to the lower part of his slit, the open section underneath his protruding cock. “You’ll find none better.”

Dazed as Luke was, it took him a second to realize exactly what Syrus meant.

“There’s room?” he asked. He didn’t recognize his own voice, as hoarse and deep as it was.

“Oh yes,” Syrus purred, fingers dancing in his own moisture. “A snug fit, maybe, but I don’t think you’ll mind.”

Luke pressed a desperate hand to his zipper, trying to soothe the sudden ache. No, he wouldn’t mind, would he? He was already hard. Painfully so, a state that had snuck up on him during his exploration.

Luke had never thought of himself as especially adventurous in the bedroom, but Syrus’s invitation was doing things to his body, his skin suddenly hot and flushed and way too tight. The thought of pressing his cock in there, that strange, wet place…

Syrus’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You’ll need to disrobe, of course. Your clothes are terrible. So rough.”

Because Luke would need to straddle him—his tail. That was how he would fuck Syrus.

Syrus wants me to fuck him.

Luke shivered. His hands were reaching for his clothes before his brain could process it, and Syrus’s grin grew wider as Luke hurried to shuck off his boots.

“How do you know what it feels like to fuck a human woman?”

Luke asked the question more to distract himself than out of real suspicion. Syrus had already told him he received memories from the blood and…whatever else he consumed. Presumably some of those memories were nonvirginal.

“I’ve tasted your spend, Luke.”

Luke paused, his fingers on the button of his jeans. “You saw…”

Syrus shook his head. “I felt. Only impressions. Sensations.” He sighed, even as his serpentine cock flexed against his stomach. “It made me terribly jealous.”