My head tipped forward and I pressed my tongue, firm, against his slit.Araxis gasped, a subvocal rumble rolling from his chest; I could feel it under my palms, like his whole body was shaking with arousal.I curled my hands around his hips, holding him in place, keeping him pressed fully against me, and I swiped my tongue again up the length of his slit.He was slick,sowet, and his liquid was sweet in my mouth.I could drink him down forever.Which, of course, he should know.I shifted back, just slightly."You taste amazing.I can't wait to make you come."
His skin, already flushed, deepened in colour.The slight pattern I'd been admiring since I first spoke with him at the den, and which I'd been able to barely trace under my fingertips, gleamed suddenly, as if lit by some interior light source.One of his legs was hooked over my shoulder."Then you'd better start –" he began, choking off the rest of the words as I tipped my mouth forward to devour him again.As if I needed that much direction.
My tongue traced the shape of him, the barely-raised scales outside, dripping with his wetness, and the sweet, hotter flesh within.He rocked hard against me, his hips rolling forward, riding my face.My cock ached, painful within my own pants; pre-come had made them cling uncomfortably to my cockhead, but I barely noticed."Can I use my fingers to fuck you?"I asked, breaking away for air.My chin was practically dripping, my face flushed.I wanted to stay between histhighs forever, and from the gleam of his cheeks and the blown-wide expression of his eyes, he would have let me.
Words finally seemed to have escaped Araxis.He nodded, and I brushed one finger against his slit, exploring; he was already so wet and eager that when he shifted his hips against me, pushing himself forward, my finger slipped in.The walls of his channel quivered around my skin, a shocked sound tearing from his throat.I watched him, careful."How's that?"
"Hn –good," he hissed.I could feel him rumbling, the skin at his hip trembling with the vibrations beneath my fingertips."Tisqen, Sashen."My name was equal parts ragged and precious in his mouth, and he looked beautiful as his eyes fluttered shut, his lips open, his sharp-tipped tongue catching on his lower lip as he sucked on it.
I slid my mouth against him again, adding a second finger and rocking it gently into him.His channel was so tight and slick; the vibration from his chest tremored inside of him as well; I could feel ridges running the length of him as I pulsed my fingers inside of his body.Every flick of my tongue caused a new spasm, and soon he was hissing my name, gasping it, grinding hard against me as I fucked into him and drank him down.
"Sashen, I'm –"
He didn't need to tell me, I couldfeelit building almost as if it were my own orgasm.I could feel it in the tiny tremors, the way his legs trembled; in the way his chest was rumbling more, the crescendo building.I slid the flat of my tongue against his slit, persistent, rhythmic, as I fucked him with my fingers.
Araxis cried out, "Sashen!"and his slit clenched down, and hegushedcome down over my hand, into my mouth, and I drank every drop."Tisqen," shuddered Araxis, and I sat back onto the heels and let my fingers slide free, my hand covered in clear come to the wrist.He blinked blearily, leg still hooked around my shoulder, and I pressed a wet kiss to the inside of his knee.
"Good?"
"A bit better thannice," he admitted with a crooked smile.
"You've already beat my personal best."His slit gleamed in the dim light with slick, and he let out a sweet little moan as the plate over his second hole relaxed, and the head of his dick emerged.It was, without a doubt, the prettiest cock I'd ever seen – and I had seen a hell of a lot.
His cock was shiny with the same slick I'd just been devouring, and it was pink from shaft to head.Little scales ran up his length in soft, tapered ridges that I knew would feel incredible against the roof of my mouth or rubbing inside of me.Those same ridges were glistening and wet; his dick didn't end in a slit, and I suspected that when he came, it would be all along the pretty fuchsia lines of his cock.
I wanted to take him down my throat, and I wanted to do ityesterday.
Araxis must have seen my intention in my stare, because his leg shifted until he pressed his angular foot against my shoulder, pushing me away."Hm, I think you'll need to wait.I haven't evenseenyou yet, Sashen.Take your clothes off."
I looked up at him, sprawled there on his bed and facing me, his legs wide, his cock out, sticky and sated and ready for more.I could barely breathe – but I didn't need to breathe to follow instructions.
I stood, my dick rigid and unyielding in my pants, and I shrugged out of my – his – jacket.Araxis watched with glassy eyes, smirking."I like when you wear that."
"I keep it on my bed," I said, sudden and unplanned, as I pulled my shirt off.I flushed, then, caught between thinking it was hot and thinking it was humiliating how much I liked how he smelled.How much I liked having something ofhispressed against me.
His lilac tongue flicked out, one of his hands drifting down his torso to pull up the hem of his shirt so that I could see his perfect expanse of skin."Do you hold it close when you make yourself come?"
My pulse throbbed everywhere, my hands faltering at the waist of my pants as that pulse of heat flared within me."Only when I'm thinking of you."
His grin sharpened."Keep going," he said, nudging my forearm with one perfect foot."And how often is that?"
If he was a client, I'd say something teasing, something to provoke a bit of jealousy.But here, with Araxis – who was kind and good and justperfection– I wanted honesty.I wanted to do something different, tobesomeone different.So I said, "Every night," as I slipped out of my pants.
His lips parted, and something flickered across his features.I didn't know him well enough yet to read the expression, but Icouldsee the hunger there.He drank me in, staring."Come here," he said, crooking a finger, so I went.I slung my leg over him so that I was straddling his lap, his long fingers digging into the flesh of my ass with a pleased, possessive groan.
Our mouths met again, and I realized, with some distant surprise, that I was shaking.He pulled away, looking up at me, one hand rising to run through my hair.His thumb traced the shape of my lips, gentle.My body rocked against his, yearning for more contact; our cocks brushed, and the slide of his slick shaft against my own was intoxicating.Even with all of that, it was the eye contact that left me dizzy – I could get lost in the black of his eyes, which seemed to see all of me; there wasn't hiding this close, with his hands on my body, my lips swollen from tasting him.
"I really like you," I breathed in the quiet space between us.
He smiled, and warmth unfurled beneath my ribs."I really like you too."
When I kissed him again, it felt like I was falling from an impossible height, but that I knew there would be someone waiting to catch me.As I bent forward, the angle rubbed our cocks together more firmly, a moan catching in my throat.It wasn't nearly enough friction, so I reached down and grabbed our dicks in one hand.Araxis broke the kiss, looking down – and then he reached to touch us as well.Our hands met around our cocks and they looked –fuck, they looked justperfecttogether.
I was panting for breath, our hands working – palms slick with Araxis's come – as my hips jerked against his."I'm not going to last," I muttered, a broken sound leaving my throat.
Beneath me, Araxis rumbled, licking a stripe up my throat that made me shudder with need.He could lick me everywhere.His tongue felt electric."And why's that?"he breathed.
"I want you so bad."My hips thrust against his, our shafts grinding together, our hands sliding – the friction was perfect, the heat and the wet wasperfect, the ridges of his cock sliding against mine like they were meant to fit together.My heart stuttered hard in my chest, the orgasm starting to build in my body.Inevitable, gravitational."I – You're perfect.Justso good– I want –"
