“Baybeeee.”
“Yeah,” he says, pulling his pink bottom lip between his teeth. He looks up at me, and I want nothing more than to kiss him.
Instead, he turns his head down and reaches into his satchel.
“I have something for you. Well, I asked Everest to get it for you. It’s so we can talk during the day.” He holds a white box outto me, and I take it in my palm. “I miss you when I don’t get to see you.”
My ears flutter so wildly that I fear I may fly off the ground like the skyrr on Erethar.
“It’s a cell phone,” he signs and says at the same time, linking his arm through mine and pulling me toward his apartment. “So you can text me when you’re going somewhere, or call me and send me pictures.”
I stare down at the white box. I know what a phone is. I have seen Everest use one, but his looks nothing like this. Perhaps it is a different sort. I turn it in my hand, then place it up to my ear, but I hear nothing.
He laughs. “No, no. That’s the box. The phone is inside. Come on. I’ll show you.”
When we get inside his warm apartment, I shrug off my pink jacket and set it on the back of the couch like he does with his coats.
Dante takes the box from me and opens it, revealing a metallic stone. I know most humans use these. I just never thought I’d be gifted one.
But Dante is doing that for me now.
Just like he gifted me his hole yesterday, and his tongue, and the taste of his cum….
His cheeks flush, as if he’s remembering the same thing I am. He quite liked it, what I did to him. And I did as well. He tasted like mine.
“Here,” he says, clearing his throat and holding the phone out to me. “I set it up. My phone number is in there, and so is Everest’s. Oh, and I added Gia, Amara, and Luca. You can add your gym friends to it, and I’m sure Q has a number which I should probably get, too.”
I do not like that he wishes to exchange numbers with Quilliyn. I do not know what this feeling means, but it’s hot and ugly, sitting in my chest.
I do not ask, though, as I’m too distracted by the way he’s bending over to look in his satchel. I want to tear those pants from his body and stick my tongue inside of him again.
He peers over his shoulder at me, and I can hear the soft puffs of his breath.
“Danteee.”
“Cielo,” he replies, and then something cracks, and I’m on him.
I’m unable to stop myself, and from the way he gasps and clings, it’s clear he does not want me to cease. He moans as I shred the clothes from his body, and the way his round bottom arches out, his hands clawing at the table he’s bent over, is too tempting for me to ever want to let go.
I fall to my knees in worship, much like we do on Erethar, only this time I am here to worship at the altar of Dante.
I spread his cheeks and lick at him, hearing those sweet moans he makes. They are for me, and only me. He is mine.
It spurs me on, pushing my tongue deep within him. I am not allowed to drink his cum, but I can do this. I can make those sounds of pleasure come from his throat, from his soul. It makes my cockhead appear between my legs. I want to feel myself expel, but I will not. Not tonight. I have taken too much from Dante already.
Instead, my eyes close as I succumb to the ecstasy of this ritual, making sure not to pierce his skin with my claws.
I lose track of time, feeling his rim contracting around my tongue until his small cock spills between his legs. The scent is intoxicating. I want to drag my tongue along it like he asked me to earlier, to consume it. But I do not. I keep my tongue inside of his tight hole until he tells me to stop.
“Cielo, oh my god. Hold on. Ohfuck,” he murmurs, arching his hips forward, my tongue slipping from him. “Shit. Your phone is ringing.”
I pull back suddenly, feeling slightly unstable, trying to remember where I am.
My phone is pressed into my palm, and I scowl down at it, offended that this thing would interrupt such a precious moment.
Dante laughs and presses the round button on the screen. It changes color, and I see Everest on the other side of the screen.
“Oh my god! It worked.” He turns slightly, “Rath, look. It’s Cielo.”
