Roaring with laughter, he grabbed them around the waist and tossed them about on the bed as they shrieked in outrage and amusement combined. Somehow, it turned into a wrestling-tickling battle, and while they were no match for his upper body strength, their tail was stronger than he expected. Every time he almost had them pinned, they’d wriggle free and coil around him, constricting his struggles.
By the time Cya finally gave up and let him win, they were crying from laughter, their face flushed, their skin slick with a light sweat. Giggling like a child, Dex pinned their hands above their head and buried his face in their neck. He blew a raspberry against their throat, making them shriek again, and they felt him smile, teeth hard and sharp.
“That’s better,” he said as their laughter faded.
“What’s better?”
“You smelled all nervous and scared before.” He dug his elbows into the bed on either side of their head and hovered above them. “Now you smell happy.”
They tried not to get defensive. “It’s normal to be nervous.”
His smile was as kind and understanding as ever. “I know, but you don’t have to be. It’s just us, and we don’t have to do anything at all. We can just hang out and talk or watch a movie or take a nap.”
Fighting their embarrassment, they wiggled under him, rubbing up between his legs as they said, “And if I wish tobeseegyour dick-turret.”
With another full-bellied guffaw, he waggled his eyebrows unfairly. “Then beseeg away, highness. As long as I can—” He sat up, one finger aloft as he dug his phone out of his pocket and typed furiously.
“What areyou—”
“Ah, ah, ah, give me a minute!” He shushed them as he read from his screen. “As long as I can beset, descend on, or bushwack—ha, that’s a fun word—your castle peaks. And by castle peaks, I mean your boobs.”
Now that their hands were free, they wiped at the tears of hilarity still gathering in their eyes. “Did you just search the wordbesiegein the dictionary?”
“Word-ryno-dot-com,” he said seriously, showing them his phone screen. “It’s how I’m able to be suave”—he quickly typed again—“and ingratiating and debo-debonier?”
Cya was laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe, but they managed a strangled, “Debonair.”
“Yeah, that.” He tossed his phone up onto the head of the bed as he smothered their laughing mouth and cheeks with kisses. “I’m gonna be hella debonair as I sex you up. You’re gonna be so turned on you’ll probably explode.”
“This has gotten very violent, very fast.” They squealed as he scraped his sharp canines over their pulse point. “Can we get back to being sexy?”
With a dark chuckle, Dex licked a stripe up their throat as he rolled his hips against them, and they gasped at the feel of his half-hard dick. “We can do that, baby.”
They hummed in pleasure. “I like when you call me that.”
“Then I’ll keep calling you that,” he promised as he dragged one of their spaghetti straps to the side until it slumped off their shoulder. He kissed the skin there as his other hand gripped their side over their ribcage, right under the hem of their crop top. Like he was testing the waters, giving them time to stop him, he slowly pushed higher until he framed the underside of their small breast.
Insecurity tried to wriggle in, but they ignored the urge to push his hand away. Their breasts—if they could even be called breasts—were tiny and unimpressive, but Cya wanted him to touch them. Maybe he’d put his mouth there too. The idea made them shudder in anticipation.
“Cy, baby,” Dex cooed as he trailed kisses from their shoulder to their collarbone, “can I—”
They didn’t even let him finish. “Please. Please, I want—oh gods!”
Their head fell back as his warm, rough palm cupped them, and they both groaned as his thumb circled the barbell pierced through their nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, then tugged gently, and Cya arched off the bed with a cry.
Dex captured their mouth with his, drinking down their moans as he slid his other hand under their shirt to play with their other nipple. Heat settled in their groin, their scales shifting and parting under their skirt on instinct, and his growing erection ground down on their slit. It wasn’t enough pressure for them to truly feel it through the scar tissue, but they still lifted their hips to meet his slow thrusts.
The kiss broke, and Cya yanked at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up his torso. Releasing their breasts, he sat up, bringing them with him until he settled in their lap, straddling their tail. He snickered and helped their hectic hands in removing his shirt, then he gripped their crop top, pausing to ask, “Can I take this off?”
Nodding, they lifted their arms, and he slowly peeled the shirt free, baring them from head to hips. A pleased growl vibrated in his chest as his blue and brown eyes scanned them, his cock jerking against their belly.
He flattened his hand on their chest between their breasts and pushed. They obeyed the silent command, lying back down, hands above their head. Their chest heaved under his touch, and they blushed, exposed andvulnerable. His heated gaze devoured them, and he absently rubbed himself through his shorts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, like he was in awe of them. He circled their dark, peaked nipple, then plucked at the gold piercing, and they whimpered, biting their bottom lip to stifle the sound. “No,” he said, almost sternly, his other hand tugging their lip free of their teeth. “I wanna hear you. I want to hear exactly how good I make you feel.”
“Dex,” they gasped as he gave their nipple a light pinch, and he bared his canines in a half-feral smile.
“Yeah, baby, that’s my fucking name.”
