Rocks clattered across the work bench as Dex’s golden tail flicked. Cya had him sat on the table, his feet hooked at the ankles behind their backside as they ground against him. His shorts were on the floor, his tank top rucked up to his armpits so they could bury their face between his furry pecs.
Leaning back on his hands, he groaned as they swiveled their hips, the column of his cock sliding along their slick, narrow slit. His knot was firming at his base, and they rubbed what was left of their hemipenes against it hard enough to make their nerves sing.
“I’m gonna come,” they gasped into his fur, and he slid a hand between their bodies to tug on the chain connecting their piercings.
The sharp pleasure-pain zapped down their spine, and they came with a keening cry. He rubbed the back of their neck and murmured words of adoration as they trembled with aftershocks, their tail muscles strugglingto keep them upright when all they wanted to do was twist and coil until they had their lover trapped in a mating knot.
Of course, a mate coil was impossible since Dex wasn’t a Sypent, but Cya usually did their best to entangle him quite completely during sex. When they were horizontal, at least. Since they currently needed their tail to keep them upright, they settled for wrapping their arms around his torso and embracing him tightly as they floated in bliss.
“Afternoon delight,” Dex snickered in their ear, and they snorted.
“Don’t pretend that’s not why you stopped by,” they snarked back as they trailed kisses up his sternum to his neck. They rubbed their cheek against his throat, and he shuddered at the scent-marking. “It’s a good thing Hemersyn’s running errands.”
Sitting up, he framed their face in his hands and tipped their head back so he could kiss them deeply. “Better finish this up fast then. Don’t want him skinning me alive for defiling you in your workshop.”
“I think he’s fully aware of the defilement,” they said as he licked a stripe from their pulse point back to their mouth. “But, yes, let’s finish up.”
“On your knees, your majesty,” he growled, and Cya shivered at the command.
“I don’t have knees,” they sassed, moaning when he scraped his sharp canines against the delicate skin of their throat.
“Always the spoiled brat.”
He fisted their hair, bringing another whimpered groan from them, then he added just enough pressure to feel demanding without actually forcing them lower. They went without too much of a fight.
In their not-so-humble opinion, they were getting very skilled at blowjobs. They still choked, but it wasn’t because they were unpracticed; it was because they wanted to choke. Sure, the taboo of being called a needyslut while he jacked off on their face made them wetter than any smut novel ever had, but they loved the unadulterated freedom of being imperfect, of feeling used and ruined by someone who loved them, someone who respected them, someone who’d tell them how beautiful they were covered in jizz, then gently clean them up after.
As Dex caught his breath, he slumped back on the work bench, petting Cya’s hair as they licked his cock clean. They gave the head a wet, sucking kiss, before they settled comfortably on the coil of their tail beneath them. Sated and loose, he grinned down at them, and they smiled back as he swiped a thumb over their bottom lip.
“Good job, highness,” he purred, and they nuzzled into his hand, gasping when his fingers loosely gripped their throat under their jaw. He didn’t squeeze, of course, but the perceived threat still made them shudder as he angled their head back so he could admire the mess he’d made of their neck and chest. “Gotta clean you up, now.”
Clumsily sliding off the table and onto the floor before them, he practically tackled them, smothering them with kisses and licks as they shrieked with laughter. He stripped off his shirt and wiped his spunk off their breasts, then he sucked a love bite into their pulse point. With a sigh, they rubbed the back of his head and cinched their tail around his waist and down one leg.
“Come skinny dip with me,” he rumbled into their neck.
“Dex Triever, you scoundrel,” they sniffed pompously, squealing when he blew a wet raspberry into their skin. “We can’t skinny dip! Hemersyn will be back at some point, and just because he bathed me as a child doesn’t mean I want him seeing me naked now.”
“I’ll just text him and tell him to take his sweet time.”
They smacked his shoulder. “No, then he’llthink we’re having sex.”
“Pretty sure he thinks we’re always having sex when he’s not around,” Dex said, dodging another one of their smacks. “Just jump in with me. We’ll cool off and get you unsticky.”
“Unsticky isn’t a word,” they said as he climbed to his feet, gathered both their clothes in one arm, and offered them his other hand. They took it, and he pulled them up, placing the clothes in their arms. “What are you—ah!”
Cya yelped as he scooped them into his arms bridal style and strode confidently out of the workshop and into the late August sunshine. He made a beeline for the pool, and they grabbed his chest fur and pulled threateningly.
“Don’t you dare.”
The Lupyn grinned but didn’t slow his stride.
“I’m holding both our phones,” they squeaked, lifting them up to prove it.
He paused, then set them down. They sighed in relief as he took their clothes and phones and placed them on a lounge chair. With a devious smile, he scooped them right back up and broke into a run.
“I just washed my hair!” they cried as they tried to scrabble over his shoulders to escape.
They were too late. He tightened his hold on them and leapt into the deep end of the pool. Instead of taking a breath as they should have, they screamed a moment before icy water engulfed them. They wriggled out of Dex’s arms and desperately swam for the surface, breaking through with a choking gasp.
