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My hips shift,but the press of Cy’s erection againstmy ass feels different this time.Realer.My eyes snap open.
Cy’s pressed against me for real. That part wasn’t a dream. Their arm is wrapped around me, holding me to them. My underwear is still on but shoved down enough for my dick to pop out of the waistband. Luckily, Cypress still seems to be asleep.
But I have no clue how I’m going to keep it that way while also getting out of Cy’s arms. It’d be easier if I wasn’t still harder than a rock. I shift, trying to roll out of Cy’s grip, but I only manage to roll onto my back. Their leg lifts, bent at the knee, and drapes over my thigh. Cy’s hand rests on my chest as they curl into my side. Then they grunt and open their eyes.
Cy blinks, watching their hand trail slowly through my chest hair. I freeze, my whole body going tense as Cy chuckles. “Hell of a way to wake up,” they say. “Do you usually sleep naked?”
“Yeah, I do,” I retort. “It wouldn’t have mattered if you weren’t in my bed.”
“Wait.” Cy’s leg presses down on me, keeping me in place. They trail their hand to one of my nipples and scrape their nail over the pebbled flesh. I try to hold back a moan. “It doesn’t matter. Nohardfeelings?” they laugh. “Pun intended.”
My dick twitches, and I feel Cy’s press into my thigh in response. “You’re such a fucking asshole,” I mutter.
“First, you’re cuddled into me half naked, and now you’re talking about fucking assholes? Damn, you must be desperate. Maybe I should do you a favor and help you outwith that.” Cy moves their hand lower while looking in my eyes, waiting for my response.
They can’t be serious.Can they?
“Hello, earth to Theo?” Cy says when I stay silent. “I might be an ass, but I do believe in consent.”
“You’re joking, right?” I ask. Cy meets my eyes, and for a moment neither one of us says a word. There’s no denying that we’re both turned on, but are we really doing this?
“Joking, of course,” Cy says, holding their hands up in surrender. “No need to get your panties in a twist.”
“I don’t wear panties.”
“Shame. You’d look good in them,” Cy shrugs their eyebrows with a smirk.
I shove Cy’s shoulder, and they grab my wrist, pinning my hand over my head. Cy leans over me, and somewhere in the back of my mind I’m thinking of kissing them. “Let. Me. Go.”
“Be honest,” Cy says. “Do you want me to get off of you, or do you want me to get you off?”
I meet Cy’s eyes, but I can’t make the words come out of my lips.
“You stopped fighting me,” Cy taunts, loosening their grip on my wrist. “You want my hand on your dick,Theo?” They move their hand up and down my forearm, mimicking jerking me off. “Tell me you want it, and I’ll do it.”
“I … touch me.” The words sound breathy. Needy. Like I’m begging for it.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cy’s hand wraps around my dick, and I bite my lip, trying to keep back a moan. I must still be dreaming. Cy’s thumb traces the head of my dick while they look down at me. “If I knew it was this easy to shut you up …” Cy trails off, shaking their head.
“Fuck you,” I tell them, but the groan that follows doesn’t help.
“Maybe. If you ask nicely,” Cy laughs, their hand working me faster. “Would you want that, Teddy? Your dick wrapped in my hot, tight—”
I cut Cy’s words off with a harsh kiss. Part of me expects them to push me off or bite my tongue, but I can’t keep listening to their words. The image of Cy bent over as I fuck their ass is too tempting.
Their lips press against mine with a clash of teeth and tongues. It’s like no other kiss I’ve ever had. My balls tightenand Cy strokes me faster, tightening their grip on my dick. “Shit,” I mutter.
Cy presses a kiss to my chest; their hand tightens on my wrist. The only warning I get is their teeth scraping over my nipple before they bite down. For a second, my vision whites out. My entire body tenses as I come. Then I go lax, my tension melting away.
Cy lets go of my wrist first. They sit back, lifting their head from my chest. The last point of contact between us is their hand on my dick. I’m still a bit hazy with post-orgasm bliss. At least that’s the excuse I tell myself for why I’m still lying here.
“Damn, Teddy. Didn’t realize you had it in you,” Cy lifts their hand, looking at the mess I left behind. Their eyes meet mine as Cy opens their mouth, their tongue coming out. I grab their wrist without thinking. “Too gay for you?” they taunt.
I laugh, letting go of their hand. As soon as the noise escapes me, I lose it, cracking up. This whole situation is ridiculous. “We’re stepsiblings,” I finally manage to say.
“So? Keyword there beingstep, as in no blood relations.”
