Page 24 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

“What did I do wrong,pepi?”

“Nothing.”

His little dolphin looked terrified all of a sudden.

“Talk to me,” Mael whispered. “If I crossed a line,tell mewhat I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Echo muttered, looking embarrassed.

Mael slid to that side of the bed and placed his feet on the floor before drawing Echo between his legs. “Do you want me to leave?”

Echo stared, silent a few seconds.

Mael held his breath, terrified he’d be sent away.

“No,” Echo finally whispered. “I don’t want you to go.”

Mael released a slow breath. “I don’t want to go, either… but I need to know what I did wrong, so I don’t do it again.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Echo whispered. “I’m… I’m not… like other men.”

“Are you trans?”

Echo’s eyes widened. “Why would you ask that?”

“You just said you weren’t like other men, so I assume you do identify as male.” Mael replied, his voice low. “But…”

“But I’m femme.”

Echo had gotten naked before diving into the water… and Mael had seen the lace panties and bra he’d been wearing. Just like the panties he’d pulled off Echo earlier that night. The sweater and shirt were likely hiding a bra and that’s why Echo hadn’t wanted to take them off.

“Yes, you’re femme,” Mael said. “So, I wasn’t sure. Plus, I saw you last night when you stripped down.”

Echo’s eyes widened.“Whatdid you see?”

Mael lifted a hand, slowly stroking against Echo’s hip. “When you took off your jeans and hoodie, I saw you were wearing a bra and panties.” He smiled, tracing his fingertips along the Echo’s belly, just under the button down and sweater vest. “I suspect you have a bra on again tonight and you’re afraid I won’t be into it. If that’s the case, you’re dead wrong. You lookedsofucking sexy.”

“Is that all?” Echo asked. “All that you saw?”

Mael frowned. “Is there more I should’ve seen?”

Echo met his gaze. “A man wearing women’s clothing doesn’t bother you?”

“Clothing isn’t inherently maleorfemale. You can wear whatever you like,” Mael replied. “I was a little disappointed when you yanked off your pants and panties and didn’t let me see you in them. I almost put up a fight and made you put them back on, but I wasn’t sure if it would cause more harm than good.”

Echo smiled softly, his body relaxing against Mael’s touch. He lifted his arms and grabbed the hem of his sweater before pulling it over his head. When he began to unbutton the shirt, Mael stopped breathing, anticipation killing him. Once the buttons were all undone, he didn’t remove the shirt. He stood watching Mael.

Mael lifted his hands slowly and pushed the sides back. Under, Echo had on a pink bra the same shade his panties had been. Mael groaned and slid the shirt off Echo’s shoulders. “That’ssofuckinghot, Echo.”

Once the shirt fell to the floor, Mael slid out of the bed and hunted through the piles on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” Echo asked.

“I need to see the set,” Mael said, finding the right lump of material in the dim closet light. He dragged the panties from inside Echo’s pants and marched back to the bed. He knelt and lifted one of Echo’s legs, hooking the lace around one tiny foot. “I don’t make a habit of putting someone’s panties backonbefore getting them in bed, but I’ve got to see the whole look.”

Echo was silent, watching him closely while he dragged them up. Mael’s hands shook as he lifted them. Once they were back on, Mael rested back on his haunches and let out a long, slow, shaky breath.

His little dolphin wasstunning.The small head of his cock peeked out over the edge of the pink lace, shining with a pearl of fluid that begged to be licked off. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was about the lacy things. Maybe the contrast of masculine and feminine. Echo’s body was firmer and more muscled than most women, but there was also a softness that wasn’t fully masculine either. Echo was something else entirely.

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