They folded their hands behind their backside and leaned against the wall. The nerves were worse now, tightening their stomach until they almost felt sick. Not because they didn’t want Dex in their room or didn’t want to have a sex date with him. They did, but they were nervous.
The blowjob last night hadn’t been planned. It had been an impulse decision born from sudden lust and opportunity, but this was planned. They’d come up to Cya’s room to have sex, and now, all they could think about was how sweaty and clammy their hands were.
Oh gods, what if they tried to give him a handjob and couldn’t grip his dick, and they just slid right off like a Slip-n-Slide? That wasn’t sexy!
With a startling howl, Dex took a running start before he leapt onto their bed, laughing as he bounced, then sank into the plush mattress. His clawed feet hung off the side, and he kicked them like a little kid on a swing. Then he groaned in relaxation.
“Oh yeah, I could get used to this,” he breathed, and some of Cya’s nerves melted away as they laughed. His head popped up, and he smacked the mattress beside him. “Come on. You gotta try this.”
“I sleep on it every night,” they said haughtily.
“Ugh, jealous!” He grinned and smacked the bed again. “Get over here. You’re stressing me out with your worrying.”
Pouting, they pushed off the wall. “I’m not worrying.”
“You’re worrying,” he claimed again, and they crossed their arms over their chest with a huff. “Just, run and jump. Er, I guess running requires feet, so… slither and jump?”
“Oh my gods.”
“Hey, I’m trying to be respectful,” he said, his eyes big and innocent.
“I’m not jumping into my own bed. I’ll lay down like a normal person.”
He pressed his palm to his mouth and blew a fart noise. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Before they could talk themself out of it, they rushed toward the bed and pushed off the ground. They landed with a screech beside Dex, laughing as he cheered his approval. He immediately enveloped them in his arms, manhandling them until they were lying side-by-side, facing each other.
“Have you never jumped into your bed before?” he asked.
“No, why would I? A bed’s for sleeping, not rough-housing,” they said as they tucked their hands under their cheek.
“Oh my gods, what do rich people even do for fun?”
Dex snuggled closer until his knees knocked the bent joint of their tail, his elbows meeting Cya’s between their chests. His ballcap sat cockeyed on his head, and they reached out to remove it. They tugged their hair tie free, their hair tumbling around their shoulders, then plopped the cap backwards on their own head.
Positively gleeful, he rumbled happily. “Is it weird that I want you to watch you come while you wear that?”
They snorted rudely, covering their mouth with a hand. “Dear gods, what?”
He shrugged, unashamed. “I dunno. I just had the mental image of you naked in nothing but my hat while you came, and it did things to me.”
Hiding their face in their bedding, they blushed furiously. “That doesn’t sound very sexy. I would look silly.”
Impossibly, he understood their muffled words because he blew a raspberry. “First off, it does sound sexy. Secondly, sexy and silly are not mutually exclusive.”
They peeked out at him. “No one wants to look silly when they’re trying to feel sexy.”
“Why not? Sex is supposed to be fun.” His eyes widened in horror. “Oh man, do rich people not have fun when they fuck?”
With a frown, Cya propped themself up on an elbow. “I imagine they do.”
“It’s probably all stuffy and awkward.” He scrunched up his nose as he attempted a poor impression of Cya’s accent. “Oh, sorry, but shall I commence the thrusting now? I suppose, but only if it’s not an imposition, gov’nor!”
More offended than they’d ever been, they lunged at the cackling Lupyn and beat their fists against his chest. “We don’t sound like that!”
“Yeah, it probably sounds even more proper,” he teased, giggling like a child as he warded off their attack. “You people probably storm each other’s vaginal keeps and beseeg the dick-turrets.”
“It’s besiege!” Cya snarled as they full-body tackled him.
