Once they were both standing, he shot them a shit-eating grin. “I should buy a travel-size to carry in my pocket. You know, for emergencies.”
He yelped and sprinted out of the bedroom as they tried to smack him with their tail. Since he was out of range, they snatched his pillow from the bed and chucked it at his back. Giggling like a little kid, he ran to the bathroom and locked himself inside.
“You incorrigible oaf!” they shouted after him.
“Yeah? Well, you choked on this oaf’s dick and liked it!” he yelled back.
“I promise I won’t make that mistake again.”
Dex cackled. “We’ll see, highness. We’ll see.”
Chapter twenty-three
Sleep-Sexxing
Cya
Asexhaustedastheywere, Cya didn’t sleep well. Dex’s bed was small in general, but with both of them on it, it was impossibly cramped. Plus, Cya had never shared a bed with anyone before, except for a few choice friends back when they, well, had friends. Certainly, never with a lover. Certainly, never with a lover like Dex, who ran hot as a furnace and, apparently, loved to cuddle.
Not that they disliked his warmth or his arms around them. They wanted the closeness, the reassurance of his affection. They were simply unaccustomed to sleeping while entirely embalmed in foreign limbs and fur.
Around two in the morning, they wriggled around to reposition and tried curling their lower half around Dex’s leg and waist to add more mattress space for the rest of them, and it helped. One arm around his shoulders, the other thrown over their head, they managed to drift off to sleep.
They were able to sleep deeply until they were rudely awoken by the front door of the flat shutting loudly. Since Jasmyn wouldn’t hear her and Dex clearly slept like the dead, Dex’s mom shuffled noisily around the kitchen, ignorant of Cya’s presence and inability to sleep through the racket.
Flattening Dex’s ears with a hand, they peered at his alarm clock. A little after six in the morning. They rubbed at their itchy eyes and ran a hand through their ratty hair, faltering when their fingers caught on something flaky and somehow sticky.
Horrified, they brought the chunk of hair in front of their face to examine the substance. Oh dear gods, it was cum. They had slept with cum in their hair!
They inspected the rest of their hair, neck, and face as best they could without a mirror, and they found a few more specks in their hair and even some on the skin behind their ear—which, honestly, how? It was one thing to get cum on them in the heat of the moment, but to feel it dried and tacky on them now wasnotit.
Carefully, they extricated themself from Dex’s arms and rose from the bed. Dead to the world, Dex slept on, snoring in soft little puffs, ear twitching as he dreamed. They bent down and kissed his button nose, and his short whiskers spasmed.
After ensuring Ellyn had retired to her bedroom, Cya snuck to the bathroom and showered, donning Dex’s shirt again after they finished. They used their finger to brush their teeth, then swished more mouthwash. Since they didn’t have any of their beauty supplies or face creams, they rubbed some generic lotion into their skin and braided their hair.
Back in Dex’s room, they smiled down at the snoring Lupyn, half his big body hanging off the side of the mattress. His tail swished every nowand then, his ears constantly twitching, and affection flooded Cya’s chest. They moved to the foot of the bed and carefully fit themself in the tiny space available between Dex and the wall.
Situated on their side, they tucked their hands under their cheek and studied his sleeping face. He looked younger like this, boyish and innocent, like the world hadn’t yet sank its claws into him. Sure, he acted carefree, but they knew he carried the burden of providing for his family and protecting his sister, all while he got an education and held down a job and trained hard at dyscus.
Yet, he’d still made time to tutor them, an ungrateful, spiteful brat who’d hated him. They didn’t deserve his friendship or his affection, but now that they had it, they were too selfish to ever give it up. Which meant they had to work even harder to become someone worthy of it, someone worthy of him.
They leaned in and pressed their forehead to his, soft fur tickling their brow. Closing their eyes, they breathed in and released it on a sigh.
Like he could sense their presence, even in unconsciousness, Dex mumbled in Lupali and tucked his head under their chin, face pressed to the hollow of their throat as he curled his arms between their torsos. His knuckles brushed their nipple, and a flash of heat zipped down their spine.
They huffed and settled as comfortably as they could, being pinned to the wall and all, and played with the longer hair on the back of his head. Dex hummed, his tail fluttering, and his knuckle brushed over their nipple again. With a conscious effort, they resisted the urge to push into the touch.
Their nipples had always been sensitive, but they’d survived years without being touched by another person and their whole life without beingpleasedby another person. They could live through the next hour just fine.
At some point in the, hopefully, near future, Cya wanted to experience everything with Dex. Even if they didn’t know how to do everything right the first time, they would learn; he had already proven himself a patient teacher, after all.
A nose pushed into their pulse point, prodding, and they tilted their head to give the sleeping Lupyn better access. Dex growled happily, crowding into them until they felt his morning erection against their front through the fabric of his sleep shorts. He was too low to add pressure where they needed, but they still enjoyed the surge of pride that, once again, they’d turned him on.
Lips grazed over the hollow of their throat, his knuckle circling their peaked nipple, and Cya opened their eyes, already smiling at his audacity. “You’re awake.”
The head under their chin shook back and forth. “No,” Dex said, voice gravelly with sleep.
“You sneaky bastard,” they teased, and he snickered, tongue darting out to taste the skin of their pulse point. “I should push you out of bed.”
