He takes in the words my hands are forming and nods again, his skin going even darker violet. But before I can take a step toward him and maybe get on with the whole kissing thing, he glances at the mess around me, and his eyes widen.
It is pretty appalling. I should have just locked the door and burned it all down.
“Yeah, I know this is a little much, but I’m working on it.”
His claws graze over an open box holding a cock sleeve and a dildo. ‘What?’ he signs with one hand.
I pick up the sleeve and hold it up for him to see. “Sex toy companies send me samples. And I don’t know what to do withthem, so usually they make their way here. For research, to see if they’ll be a good fit for the shop.”
Cielo reaches out, a finger brushing along the sleeve I’m holding. ‘For-for?’ he asks, and I roll my lips between my teeth.
“Well, this goes around your dick. And you fuck into it.” I place it in front of my crotch and thrust my hips forward a few times so he gets the hint.
Cielo’s ears flutter wildly, his tail curling tightly around his waist.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever done that, I mean…obviously you don’t use sex toys, but I mean…put your dick in something?”
His claws poke out and retract before poking out again, and I bite back a grin at the slight malfunction.
“If this makes you uncomfortable, you don’t need to respond. It’s kind of an invasive question, but you know, if you want to, I’m all ears.”
He shakes his head, and he reaches out again, taking the sleeve and holding it up to his face. He examines it and then shakes his head once more.
‘Small. Tight,’ he explains.
I let out a small laugh. “You got a big dick then?”
He blushes slightly and shrugs.
“If you ever want to show me, you know, you can. I’d love to design sex toys for the Vyastil. From everything Everest told me, ya’ll are majorly repressed. I think some toys would make everything so much more…fun.”
The thought of creating something for Cielo makes my cock harden even more. Thank god for the long shirt I’m wearing and the loose pants. I clamp my mouth shut and turn around, shuffling through a box, but my attention is drawn back to Cielo, who is making a small trilling sound in the back of his throat.
I glance over my shoulder and see him watching me.
‘What do you need to make…sex toys for us?’
I almost stop breathing. For a moment, I think he means ‘us’ as in him and me, but then I realize he means the Vyastil. I can’t ignore the smallest punch of disappointment as I breathe out and shrug.
“Oh, maybe some measurements? Just need to know how big you really are. I mean, I have an idea, but you know…nothing specific,” I say aloud.
His fangs appear against his bottom lip, and he stares down at the small scrap of fabric between his legs. His tail loosens around him slightly, and I hold my breath. He’s not really going to strip down now and show me his dick, is he?
Oh god, I may lose my mind if he does.
‘Want see?’ he asks, looking almost shy.
And yep, okay. That’s exactly what he means to do.
“Of course!” I say a little too loudly, making him jump. He trills again in the back of his throat, and I make a face at how tactless I’m being. What the hell is wrong with me? Was it the kiss? Or is it just him?
I wish I fucking knew.
“Sorry. I mean,” I say and sign at the same time, my hands polite and soft, “I would love to see your dick.”
His eyelids flutter, and then his hand whips in front of him as he pulls the scrap of fabric from around his waist, revealing that long slit between his legs. No cock is visible yet, although I knew that about his species.
I hold my breath and then tell myself to breathe, to act normal.
