Tonguing at a fang, they slid a hand down his chest, fingers bumping over his abs before they cupped his half-hard dick. “You need a clear head and a body free of tension to play good dyscus, you know.”
He walked them back until their spine met the wall. “Is that so?”
Triumphant, Cya nodded and stroked him to full hardness through his shorts. “It’s practically doctor’s orders.”
“I’d hate to ignore medical advice.” He licked at their pulse point. “This cannot take long. Like, for real, Cy.”
“I’d best get on my knees, then,” they said, and he moaned, pushing his erection into their hand.
A throat cleared, and they instantly leapt apart. Chirping uncomfortably, Hemersyn reached into their bedroom and grabbed the doorknob, slowly pulling the door shut. Dex glared at the floor, tail curled around his hips to cover his erection. Cya blushed horribly and fidgeted with their tunic.
“Perhaps we can enact a closed-door policy for such… things,” the Avia suggested.
“Right,” they said awkwardly. “Sorry.”
“Sorry,” Dex echoed.
The door clicked shut, and Cya groaned, burying their face in their hands. “Oh my gods, that was humiliating.”
“You need to get your own place.”
Dex stomped over to his duffel bag, already packed for the game, and threw it over his shoulder as they fisted their hands on their hips.
“Me? You should getyourown place. You’re older.”
“Only by, like, ten months. And I can’t move out yet. Not until Jas is done with secondary or something.”
“I don’t think she’ll need you babysitting that long.” They propped their shoulder on the wall as he settled the duffel on his back, the strap diagonal across his torso. “Another two years, and you’ll be off the hook.”
He cupped their face and kissed them, hard and a little dirty. “Well, best buckle in for two more years of sneaky sex, then.”
“I don’t mind,” they whispered between kisses. “I kind of like when you cover my mouth to keep me quiet.”
“Not helping my boner,” he growled.
They grinned smugly. “Oops.”
The next kiss was utterly filthy, and Cya whimpered as he angled their head where he wanted so he could kiss them deeper. He fucked their mouth with his tongue, and they slumped into his chest, melting into goop. When they parted, they were both dazed and out of breath.
“See you at the game later?” he asked, voice rough and gravelly.
Shivers snaked down their spine as they nodded, forked tongue flicking over his bottom lip. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Good.” He planted one last kiss on their pliant mouth. “See you in a few hours, highness.”
With a parting smack to their backside, Dex swaggered out of the room, cackling at the responding shake of their rattle. Anchoring themself to the door frame, they hung their torso out into the hall to track the Lupyn’s departure.
“Hemersyn, Dex made inappropriate advances on me. You must defend my honor!”
A trilling chortle echoed from the kitchen. “No one dishonors Cya on my watch. Dex, my boy, we duel at dawn.”
“Sounds good, Pops,” Dex called back as he opened the front door. He shot Cya a wink, and feeling cheeky, they lifted their crop top high enough to flash him their breasts. Another snarl ripped from his chest before he grinned darkly and shouted, “Hemersyn, Cya just flashed me their tits. Now you gotta defendmyhonor!”
“Dex!” they screeched as Hemersyn squawked in horror.
“Cylene Zoia Vysov, are you trying to send me to an early grave?”
“Bye.” Dex waggled his tongue unfairly as he ducked out of the flat.
