“Never been thanked for sex before,” he said, and they laughed wetly. “Honestly, I should be thanking you. That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Since he was still hard against their front and the only mess Cya felt on their scales was their own, they assumed he hadn’t come yet, and they smiled into the kiss he gifted them. He’d worshiped at their altar; now, they’d return the favor.
With a pained grunt, Dex straightened to perch atop them, stretching his back as he winked down at them. “Give me a sec. Back got stiff.”
Snickering, Cya rose to a sitting position as well. “Sorry.”
He shook his head severely. “No, don’t ever apologize for being the sexiest godsdamned person I know. For real, I nearly came from the noises you made alone. Redonkulous.”
“Whatever.”
They snorted in disbelief, face flushing as they began their exploration of his torso with their eyes and hands. They sifted their fingers through the short, soft, creamy fur of his chest, then down to his defined abs. His muscles flexed under their touch, and they smiled wryly up at him. Far from embarrassed, he grinned wide, showing many teeth, and it was so conceited.
“Knew you liked my hot bod.”
“Arrogance doesn’t become you,” they scolded, even as they traced each ridge of abdominal muscle.
As Dex danced light touches across their shoulders, they explored his firm body, reveling in the power and strength under their fingertips. He could overpower them so easily,hurtthem if he wanted, but Cya knew down to their bones that he never would. Unless they asked him to, perhaps.
The thought made them shudder, and they leaned in to press their face between his pecs, breathing in his musk and woodsy wild. Amidst his fur, their fingers found a pert nipple, and Cya turned their head, cheek pillowed on his chest, and inspected the tiny, pink nub.
“You have nipples,” they said in mild surprise as he sifted his fingers through their hair.
“Most Mammylions do.”
“Are they sensitive?”
He shrugged. “I mean, not really. At least, not in a sexy way, I don’t think.”
Chin propped on his sternum, they studied his reaction as they rolled his nipple between their thumb and fingers. His nose wrinkled, and he gave them another shrug. They pinched him, and he yelped.
“Owie,” he whined childishly.
“I’m sorry, darling,” they said sincerely as they kissed an apology to his poor nipple.
“Darling,” he echoed, and for a moment, they swore he was blushing under his fur. “That’s nice.”
“Darling Dex,” they purred, and his tail wagged against theirs.
“And Sexy Cya,” he finished. “The dynamic duo.”
“Now, those are nicknames I can get behind,” they teased, and Dex fist-pumped modestly. “I am sorry about your nipple.”
He pouted excessively. “You have to be gentle with me; I’m a delicate flower.”
They giggled and gave his pec another kiss. “Okay, I’ll be gentle. Just remember to be a little less gentle with me.”
Slowly, Dex slipped a hand back into their hair, fingers tangling, and his nostrils flared as he scented their excitement. Using his grip on their hair to angle their head where he wanted, he kissed them hard and insistent, and they circled their arms around him to map his powerful back. As their hands roamed over his strong muscles, their tail snaked around his waist, the tapered tip of their rattle wriggling under the waistband of his shorts.
He gasped against their mouth as they carefully worked his shorts down enough to free his cock before they coiled the thinnest part of their tail beneath their rattle around him. The pale peach shaft was glossy from his own fluids, the head glistening with pre-cum. Cya wanted to lick it off, but they weren’t in the best position for that, so they settled for collecting theslick on their rattle and bringing it to their mouth. All while Dex stared at them with wide eyes and parted lips.
Forked tongue flicking, they licked their rattle clean. It tasted salty and musky and a little bitter, but their mouth watered all the same. They wanted to gag on his cock again, but instead, they captured it with their tail and rhythmically squeezed it.
The Lupyn’s eyes fluttered shut, hips jerking into the tunnel of their tail. “Oh, fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” they asked continuing to massage his flexing back muscles with their hands.
“Uh-huh. Could use some lube, but yeah, so good.”
