Everest rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Literally.”
Don’t I know it. But I’m going to keep that to myself for now.
“Shit, I’d better go. Rathyn is calling,” he says, standing up. “Jesus, keep your fucking tail on,” he adds in a mutter.
I didn’t hear his phone, but maybe it’s on a low vibrate. “Well, come by on Monday,” I tell him. “I can start training you on the register. The rest of the job is easy. Sell sex toys and try to keep the perverts from doing anything gross to the merchandise.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Ew, but it’s better than changing out old hot dog water.”
I’m a saint for not laughing. I really am. I pull Everest into a quick hug, then walk him to the back door and lock it after he’s gone. I feel accomplished. And happy.
I have ideas brewing, a new employee to help with the shop, a better idea about what I can do for the Vyastil, and Cielo waiting for me at home.
Apart from the pain, my life has always been pretty good, but now it’s starting to feel like maybe it can be great.
As much as I’m in a hurry to see Cielo, I find myself in the little shed behind the building during my lunch break. Luca and I put it together after buying the building on clearance the year after I opened the shop.
It’s mostly for storage, but I set up a little table, shelves, and tools that let me make molds for the prototypes I send with Luca to conventions.
Most of them are very rough, but they get the idea across. The ones that run on batteries aren’t functional, but I’ve made plenty of plugs and sleeves that have gotten us contracts, and several of my designs are in shops all over the country.
It’s kind of a point of pride, though the contracts barely cover the cost of production, and I don’t talk about it much. I’m already known as the pink-haired sex-shop guy in town. I’m not ashamed of it. At all. But I’m not sure I want that to be my global reputation.
For now, I sit with the sketchbook I’ve been working on, staring at the vague shape of the sleeve that I think could work for the Vyastil. I haven’t explored everything about Cielo’s body that I’d like to, though I know I have time now.
He’s got a slit where his cock is hidden, and I can’t help but wonder if being fucked there would feel good for him. From the diagrams I’ve studied, they don’t have an asshole like we do. They’re closer to birds in that respect.
But the diagrams don’t talk about erogenous zones either, and Cielo seems to enjoy being touched everywhere.
At the very least, I know he likes having his cock played with, so that’s a good start. I know it’s huge, and I’m not even sure if he showed me all of it, but what I got my hands on had been enough to bring him over the edge.
And I think I have enough silicone to make a couple of larger sleeves that will fit their shape. It would be easier if I were able to take a cast of his cock, but I don’t think we’ve reached the point in our friendship where I can ask him for that.
The thought makes me smile though, because I know he’d do it. He’d get flustered—maybe turned on. He’d be curious and watch with his big, gorgeous rainbow eyes. His hands would touch everything as he learned what I was doing.
He’d be fascinated by it.
And by me.
And I would love every second of it.
My face feels hot as I shape the clay into what I remember holding in my hands, then I dip it into the plaster and wait for it to set. When the mold is finished, I pour in the quick-drying silicone and watch as it begins to harden.
In about a day, it’ll be cured, soft, and pliant—a perfect sleeve for him to fuck.
My mouth goes a little dry as I pull over another container and begin a second one. Then a third. There are other Vyastil that I know. Quilliyn would happily test anything I give him, and while Rathyn might turn his nose up at such a human thing, I could probably get Everest to convince him to give it a go.
Plus, I need to pay him for his time, so this is a start.
By the time I’m done, I realize I have to get back to the shop for the afternoon. I have three molds setting, and when they’re ready, I’ll just have to do a little shaping and trimming.
But then…
Then I’ll bring one home and see what Cielo thinks. I have a feeling it’ll go very, very well for me.
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