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Syrus didn’t look jealous though. He looked…hungry, his eyes hot on Luke’s skin as Luke unzipped and lowered his jeans and then his underwear, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

Syrus should have looked ungainly, plopped on the floor like that, lifted onto his forearms to get a better view. It wasn’t like he was remotely in his element here. He couldn’t walk, couldn’t even rise from the futon if he wanted to.

But he didn’t look ungainly. Not at all. He looked like exactly what he was: a siren lying in wait. He didn’t have to move or stand—Luke would come to him, and he knew it.

Luke shucked off his shirt. Naked, he knelt and shuffled closer, grateful for the futon’s padding on knees that weren’t in their twenties anymore.

He hesitated there, hands hovering over Syrus’s tail. “How do I…get you ready?”

“But I am ready.” Syrus’s eyes gleamed, the gold flecks alarmingly bright in the sun-soaked garage. “You’ve been very arousing, you know.”

Luke swallowed hard. “And it’ll feel good, having me inside you?”

“Oh, Luke.” Syrus let out a low, husky laugh. “If you keep being so sweet, I’ll have no choice but to take a bite out of you.”

There was no reason that should make Luke’s skin prickle or his cock jerk in the air. And yet…

“Come closer,” Syrus crooned.

There was only one way to get closer. Luke took a breath and slung his leg over Syrus’s tail, straddling him about halfway up. The tail was cool and smooth against the inside of his thighs, but also…strong. Incredibly muscular. Between that and Syrus’s natural height, Luke felt…small, almost. Dainty in comparison.

Why that thought had precum weeping from the head of his dick, Luke had no idea. The position he was in left his swollen, leaking head resting just below Syrus’s slit, where Syrus’s own moisture was still seeping.

“Closer,” Syrus urged again, his voice barely a hum on the air.

Luke shuffled upward, and the head of his cock—just the tip, really—dipped inside that welcoming slit. Syrus hissed. Luke closed his eyes.

When Syrus made an impatient noise, Luke’s hips jutted forward a few inches, almost without his permission. He groaned. Fuck. It was so warm and wet and…textured. Syrus’s inner walls were muscular in their own way—Luke had felt as much against his fingers—and now they were sucking at the head of Luke’s cock like a hungry mouth. And Luke’s dick was sharing space, the base of Syrus’s cock pressing down against it, keeping Luke trapped tightly.

How the fuck was he supposed to move without blowing his load?

But Luke wasn’t given a choice. Syrus bucked underneath him, forcing Luke deeper. Luke groaned again, his belly clenching tightly. “Oh fuuuck.”

“You like it, dear Luke?” Syrus asked coyly.

Luke let out a breathless, desperate laugh. “You know I do.”

“Then take your pleasure. Give me more.”

Luke could do this. He could. Like Syrus had said, it wasn’t his first time in a warm, wet hole. Not that Luke had ever gone around thinking of it in those terms. Syrus and his smooth talking were clearly corrupting Luke’s thoughts.

Luke rocked his hips tentatively, lips pressed together tightly to prevent another moan as Syrus’s slit reluctantly released him, then eagerly sucked him back in. Luke’s hands were still in the air, some protective measure against sensory overload, he was pretty sure. He concentrated on his balance, moving back and forth with that tail between his spread thighs, riding Syrus in a strange, new rhythm.

Having his balance to focus on was another protective measure, a last-ditch effort not to come too soon. But Luke got the hang of it too quickly, his hips sliding easily, his eager cock escaping that tight, grasping fit only to press in again, deeper and deeper.

Luke didn’t know where to look. At Syrus’s beautiful face, tight with pleasure and a fierce sort of greed? His slit, where Luke’s angry red cock was plunging in and out again and again? Or that cock of his, the way it was jerking and writhing with Luke’s movements, begging for⁠—

Luke reached out a hand.

“Yes, Luke,” Syrus moaned. “Touch me. Touch me now.”

The feel was like nothing else. Wet and slick but firm, like a pussy and a tongue and a cock combined.

He’s going to fuck me with this one day, Luke thought, a delirious wave of fresh arousal rushing through him.

Because it wasn’t even a question, was it? Even if Luke had reservations—and he was starting to think he didn’t have any when it came to Syrus—Syrus would find a way to change Luke’s mind. He’d lure and charm and cajole, and Luke would eat it all right the fuck up. He’d end up with this foreign cock inside him, twisting and writhing deep in his guts, and he’d end up fucking loving it.

But that would come later. For now, it was Luke doing the fucking, and it felt like nothing else in this world. His cock getting sucked and massaged, his hand around this foreign, slick appendage. Luke rubbed his thumb over it, tightening his grip, and Syrus let out a low growl, rising to wrap his arms around Luke and tug him down to his chest.