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Clay got back on the bed, grapes in hand, and climbed over August’s lap.

“What are you doing?” August asked. “Not that I mind.”

“I…” Clay’s scales shimmered. “I was going to…”

“I like it, whatever it is.” August rubbed his hands along Clay’s sides.

Pushing past the nervousness of not knowing what he was doing, Clay relaxed against August. Small clusters of grapes rested on August’s abs, each one still damp from the rinse he’d given them earlier. Clay plucked one from its stem, turning it between his fingers before holding it up.

“Open,” Clay said.

August’s lips parted with a smile. “Why?”

“I saw a video once where human Earthlings fed each other grapes. I am doing that, to be romantic.”

Clay waited impatiently, tracing the curve of August’s mouth with the cool grape until he opened. He brushed his fingers along August’s lips and slipped the grape inside, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the juice. He grabbed another to repeat the actions, then another, ignoring any fears that August would tire of it.

It was a silly game, one that was more awkward than he’d intended, but its purpose was to buy time for the two of them to exist together. Rubbing himself against August’s cock, his own body signaled its interest by sliding his tail up August’s leg.

“How will I ever go back to sleeping with someone without a tail?” August said.

You never have to, Clay thought, if you come home with me.

“I’m sorry I ruined you for everyone else,” he said instead.

August laughed softly. “You’re not wrong.”

Clay rolled his hips, drawing a moan from them both, then ran his hands through the hair on August’s chest. “You’re so hairy.”

“I’m not that hairy. I usually shave it for work.”

“I like it.” He bent down to lick at one of two bumps on August’s chest. “What is this dot for?”

“That’s a nipple. It’s how mammals feed their babies. We all have them. Well, not platypuses,” August mused. “But everyone else.”

“They feed babies?” Clay pinched one, making August squirm. “How?”

“Well, not every nipple is gonna feed a baby. Like, I can’t have babies, so my nipples are functionally useless—but it feels pretty good when you do that, so I’ll keep them.”

“Why do you have them if they don’t work?”

August rubbed his forehead. "I don’t know. That’s just how evolution worked out.” His finger traced the seam of Clay’s slit teasingly. “Weren’t you just making fun of me for not knowing about space traffic? And you don’t even know what a nipple is?”

“Would you have children?” Clay asked, shifting on August’s lap. “If you could?”

“I can have children, just not… I can’t be pregnant.”

Clay nodded, taking August’s answer at face value. He didn’t push, hoping to avoid hearing an answer he didn’t want.

“It’s been almost an hour,” he said, shifting again. His body craved more. “Can you teach me something else?”

He watched August’s face, noting the way his eyebrows raised, and his sly smile. August was hard beneath him, pressed up against the soft skin beneath his tail. He lifted his hips to reposition, sliding August’s dick between his thighs.

“I’ll teach you anything you want. Although, so far, it seems like you know exactly what to do,” August said, pressing the tip of his finger into Clay’s leaking slit.

On a moan, Clay leaned down, capturing August’s lips in a deep kiss. It did feel easy now, especially sitting on top of August, grinding his hips slowly—August’s face was wracked with pleasure, a reward for Clay’s educational efforts.

Because of their anatomy, Clay had to lean forward enough to press their chests together, if he wanted his slit to rub against August’s dick. Slick seeped from his opening, coating August’s shaft and dripping onto his belly. He rocked his hips in steady circles, spreading the wetness with each pass. The feeling of August’s chest hair made him press down harder to chase the feeling.