His dick twitched in his shorts. “I like that plan.”
Leaning down, they kissed him, pulling away before he could lick into their mouth. “Get up and get dressed.”
He grumbled but obeyed. Cya laid back down, cushioning their head on their arms as he rose from the bed and stretched. The muscles of his back strained and rolled, and they ogled him unabashedly.
With no preamble, he dropped his shorts to the floor, and Cya squeaked in shock, half-hiding their face in their arms. They peeked, of course, but they tried not to. They wanted to be respectful, after all.
“I don’t care if you see me,” Dex said easily as he tossed the shorts into his laundry hamper. “I can even pose if you want.”
He cycled through several body-builder poses, each more ridiculous than the last, and his complete lack of shame or insecurity was a breath of fresh air. Cya laughed and settled more comfortably on the bed, allowing themself to drink in his powerful physique.
His pale peach erection was retreating back into the protective fuzzy sheath between his legs, and they wanted to coil up between his spread knees and lie with their face buried in the fur of his groin. They’d adoredthe weight of his thick cock on their tongue, the contrast of soft skin over hardened flesh as their lips stretched around him.
Apparently, they were really into sucking dick, and they couldn’t wait to do it again. Shame tried to wriggle in to steal the happy glow in their belly, but they fought it. Dex said that they didn’t have to be ashamed, that their desire was sexy. He’d said that their enthusiasm—ahem, desperation—last night had been hot.
It was probably still depraved that they wanted him to pull their hair and make them choke on his cock until they cried, but they knew he wouldn’t judge them. Maybe he’d enjoy it as much as they would, and they could be perverted sex fiends together.
“What are you smirking about?” he asked as he tugged a tank top over his head and stepped into a clean pair of workout shorts.
“I want to be sex fiends together,” they said in hopes of shocking him, giggling when he barked a laugh.
Approaching the bed, he leaned down and fisted his hands on the mattress. “I think we probably have different definitions of what makes someone a sex fiend, but I’ll happily be a sex fiend with you. You know, within reason.”
“We’ll discuss hard limits later,” they teased.
“Wow, using big boy words. I’m impressed.”
“I told you I read a lot of smut,” they said, and he lunged in to kiss them. They swallowed his laughter and kissed him back.
“How about you start your sex-fiendery right now,” he growled against their lips.
“That’s not a word,” they said, flicking their tongue over his bottom lip.
“It is now.” He held himself high enough to make eye contact. “I want you to come in my bed.”
Cya inhaled sharply at that, rattle clicking. “What?”
“After I’m gone, I want you to get yourself off in my bed, in my shirt, on my sheets,” he purred, dragging his nose over their cheek. “So when I get home, I’ll smell you everywhere.”
“Dex Triever, you absolute degenerate,” they said as he drew the tip of his tongue over their top lip.
“Will you?” he asked, eyes glittering with excitement and amusement. “Will you do that for me, highness?”
Pressing their lips together, they nodded, and he rumbled his approval, capturing their mouth in a filthy kiss.
“Good,” he said when they parted. “I’ll see you at your place after the game.”
“It’s a date.”
“Sex date,” he corrected, and they rolled their eyes.
After they pecked his mouth again, they lifted a hand. “Sex date high-five?”
“Oh my gods,” he breathed in awe, tail wagging enthusiastically behind him. “A sex date high-five is, like, all I’ve ever wanted.”
He high-fived them reverently, and, laughing, they drew him down into one last kiss.
“Boom,” they whispered against his lips, and he sighed dreamily.
