Cielo is oblivious to my inward panic. He’s busy staring down between his legs and waiting for something to happen.
But it doesn’t. His cock seems determined to stay inside his slit.
His brow furrows, and he looks almost distressed. Maybe he’s having some kind of performance anxiety? I don’t know, but I mean, I get it. It happens to humans all over the world. Sometimes you get hard and sometimes…you don’t.
“Hey,” I say softly. “Hey. Maybe right here isn’t the best place to do this. I mean, it’s crowded, and you know…messy.”
His lips curl down, and I move toward him, my foot catching on a box and making me topple forward.
Cielo catches me without a second of hesitation, his arms wrapping around my waist, and he effortlessly picks me up and holds me against him. He’s warm, and so soft. I can’t help but tuck my face against his shoulder.
And it’s in this moment that I feel something nudging my stomach.
Leaning back, I peer down and see the tip of his cock protruding. His ears are fluttering wildly, and his tail wraps around my waist to hold me tighter against him. It takes me a second to realize what he needs.
Me. And friction.
“Oh. Oh, I see. Can I…” I glance up and meet his stare. “Can I touch you?”
His throat bobs, and he nods.
“Okay, then. Come to the bedroom. That way, you can lie down, and I can touch you. If you’d like that?”
He doesn’t even hesitate. He carries me across the hall and to my bed in four long steps. Setting me down gently, he flops backward onto the mattress and spreads out, his long frame taking up almost all the space.
I stare down at him, at his handsome face, his strong chest, at the cockhead poking out from the slit between his legs.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous, I think as I adjust myself and step toward him. His claws are sliding in and out of his fingertips,but he keeps them against the sheets, shredding them in the process, but I don’t care.
I want to get my hands on him. I want to touch him.
The kiss we shared earlier flashes through my mind, and I want to do it again.
And again.
But first, I’m going to do this.
My palm slides up the inside of his leg, and his velvet skin changes, looking almost like mossy scales in the light coming in from the window. My fingers curl slightly, and I drag them up until I’m right at his slit. I can’t help but touch it, feeling the wetness there.
I know Vyastil are self-lubricating, and for some reason, touching Cielo like this makes my lungs constrict.
Maybe because I know I’m his first. That he’s never had a human touch him like this.
It’s intoxicating.
“Can I?” I ask softly as I drag my finger around his cockhead. “Can I touch more of you?”
He nods, bits of the sheet shredded beneath his hands already. By the time we’re done, I may not even have a mattress left. I bite back a smile and drag my palm over the top of his cock. It leaks profusely as Cielo lets out a soft trill full of surprise and shock, before it becomes a low and needy whine.
Oh. Oh, I love that.
I do it again, cupping him in my hand, waiting for more of him to appear. And it does. Slowly. Inch by inch, his cock fills my palm, the base so wide I can barely wrap my fingers around it. The ridges, which circle his length, bulge over the blue skin of his cock. The tip is almost purple.
He’s gorgeous like this, spread out and exposed.
Cielo’s throat clicks as he gasps for breath, his tail tight around my thigh, and his eyes open and close as I start to strokehim. My grip is tight and sure, and suddenly the goal of this is lost to both of us as Cielo thrusts his hips up into my fist and I watch him do it.
I can’t look away.
