I blink at him and clear my throat. “Good to know. I’ll make some modifications.”
“It could be because my dick is strong. When I used this on Everest, he came almost immediately. Though I had to squeeze it tightly as his cock is small.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from sliding off the chair and rolling around the floor. Everest looks like he’s about to fade into oblivion.
I do my best to hide a smile. “Got it. Strong Vyastil cocks. I’ll make sure to make a note of that.”
I don’t say that Cielo didn’t mind how ‘weak’ mine was and that I came quickly as well, but I’m finding that Cielo and Rathyn have very different upbringings.
He pulls out another sex toy. This one I’m really proud of. I came up with this one night while fingering Cielo’s slit. It’s like a cock ring, but wider, enough to fit around their thick base. And not only does it vibrate, but it squeezes as well.
When I tried it on Cielo, he bucked off the mattress and exploded all over my sheets. Cielo must see what I’m thinking because he hums low in his throat and shifts, his tail wrapping around my ankle.
If we were alone, I think I might wrap that Vyastil cock ring around his dick and suck.
“I came very hard when I wore this. It filled up Everest so much that he could not walk straight.”
Everest slams the mug onto the counter next to Cielo, his neck and face bright pink. “Do we have to go into detail?”
Rathyn meets his mortified stare. “This is what he asked for. It is a…stipulation of earning these. He wanted feedback.”
“Yes, but not on our fucking double date!” He groans and places his face in his hand, making Rathyn move over to him.
“I have upset you,” he says softly, pulling Everest into his arms, his tail curling around Everest’s leg. “I did not mean to. I enjoy being intimate with you. It is new…I want to continue to explore with our bodies, tongues, and using these toys. They are fascinating.”
Everest peers up at Rathyn, and something in the way they look at one another makes my heart flip. I know Everest often seems exasperated by Rathyn, but he loves him as well.
He leans up on his tiptoes and pulls Rathyn down for a long kiss. “I know. I know, and I get it. But can we save this for another time?”
Rathyn hums and nods. “Of course, my love.”
Everest sighs, pressing his forehead against Rathyn’s chest. “Thank you.”
As he says it, Cielo gulps down his latte and stands up, smacking his lips.
“Ooooh. I have summmthing to show.”
Our eyes all turn toward him, and he whips the cloth away from his hips, exposing his pink panties. Rathyn’s eyes widen, and I let out a mortified laugh as he twists this way and that.
“Looook. Pretty.”
Rathyn nods, observing. “I should like a pair of these. For myself and for Everest. Are they comfortable?”
“You waaant to try on?” Cielo asks as Rathyn’s tail uncurls from Everest’s leg and gingerly touches the fabric.
“Oh my god. I don’t think you’re supposed to share panties. Especially not unwashed,” Everest breathes in horror, but Rathyn and Cielo are not listening, too enthralled with the pink lace panties.
“It is soft,” Rathyn says, hooking the end of his tail in the waistband. “And stretchy. Is there room for your cock?”
They begin speaking swiftly in Eretharian, and Everest and I stare at one another, our eyes shining. This may not be the date Everest had planned, but it’s nice to have someone who understands. I’ve not yet met another human-Vyastil pairing, and in this moment, I’m glad we did this.
Suddenly, Cielo bends down and pulls something from the wrap that was tied around his waist. He shows them to Rathyn all while continuing to speak in Eretharian.
“Oh my god, are those pink socks for his feet?” Everest squeaks, and I nod.
“My mom made those, but seriously. How did he hide those in there? I thought he took them off in the car.”
“Dude,” Everest says, leaning over the counter, and Cielo and Rathyn move toward the couch, the socks now in Rathyn’s hands. “That fabric is wild. I don’t know. I bet there were some like invisible pockets or something.”
