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“Yes.”
“Okay. Good.” Nick held Kit’s hip still and slid forwards, cock tunnelling deep inside in one smooth, steady stroke.
Kit shook, ass suddenly right in Nick’s lap. His breaths punched out of him in surprised, quick gasps. An ache throbbed through his core. He thought he’d sized an item to match Nick, but he must have erred on the smaller side because Nick made him feel far more full.
“Ah.” Kit tensed.
“I’m holding still now,” Nick promised. He went back to scent-marking Kit’s nape softly. “Touch yourself for me, nice and gentle.”
Kit’s cock was still pricked up despite the ache. He stroked himself with a loose grip, gently. His tail lashed, trying to shake out the physical discomfort, and after a few lashes and soft strokes, the ache lessened. It melted away, and Kit sank lower onto Nick until he felt his balls pressed warmly against his ass.
“This feels good to you?” Kit checked, breathless. He had never once enjoyed penetrating, and he’d often suspected that nobody else did either and simply lied about it to please their partners. But he shifted his hips, and there was no deception in the way Nick’s cock remained upright and hard. Kit had sought out Ios for advice, but all of Ios’s tips for mutual pleasure drifted far away on a moan.
“Really good,” Nick panted. “I’m going to start moving, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Keep touching yourself,” Nick encouraged. Nick’s fingers flexed at his hips, and he suspected that Nick wanted to reach for his front, take Kit in his hand and do the touching himself. Kit trusted him not to act on that impulse.
Nick’s hips withdrew, slow, and returned, steady. He was gentle, but he didn’t hesitate or back off from the motion. Kit tensed initially, but like he’d quickly adjusted to Nick sheathed inside, he grew accustomed to this feeling too and relaxed into it. Letting Nick move freer, allowing his rocking to become thrusts. Kit’s face curled into the pillow, his breaths transforming into gasps. Despite Nick’s request to touch himself, Kit grasped the sheets into a fist instead.
A strange feeling grew inside. A scalding heat that left him moaning, writhing, biting into Nick’s arm. He twisted tohump the mattress, and Nick growled, hauling him back against him, thrusting hard.
“Please,” Kit begged. He twisted himself again, desperately trying to change their position. He used his tail, trying to drag Nick onto him.
Nick resisted, and Kit’s thrashing resulted in popping out. He groaned, upset, and reached immediately to get Nick back inside.
“Kit,” Nick warned.
“Please.”
“I’m not doing one of the things you’ve expressly said you don’t want in the heat of the moment,” Nick said firmly.
Kit whined.
Nick’s pants were ragged. Kit knew he’d been so close to coming.
“What is it you don’t like about this position?” Nick asked. He grasped his cock, not letting Kit guide it back inside. With an impatient breath, Kit moved himself instead, trying to line them up that way. Nick moved his cock out of the way again.
Kit groaned, frustrated. “You should be on top of me,” he got out.
“I’m not doing that… I think you just want to hump the mattress. Is that it? Here.” Nick grabbed the pillow from under their heads and pushed it between Kit’s legs. A feeling of white-hot heat shot through Kit. He grasped Nick’s hand, guided his fingers apart and pushed forward. Through the safe barrier of the pillow, he could feel Nick’s touch. With a groan, he jutted his hips forwards, cock leaking precum in steady bursts.
“Hang on,” Nick growled. “Don’t get off by yourself.”
Nick slid into him with a quick thrust and fucked hard into his ass. Kit cried out, losing himself in fevered madness as pleasure raced through his entire body. His tail struck the mattress over and over and over until his cock erupted. His headthrust back, loud cries falling from his lips, punctuated by Nick’s thrusts as he followed Kit over the edge.
Kit’s muscles quaked as he came down from a high he’d never experienced before. Nick panted against his neck, catching his breath alongside him. Sweat had begun to cool when Nick softened, cock and warm release sliding out of Kit.
Kit twisted in Nick’s arms, burying his face into his throat, revelling in his musk-drenched skin. He licked every inch he could reach, sucking, kissing, purring.
Kit found his voice only after he’d scented Nick to his satisfaction. “I did not know if I would enjoy being pierced,” he said hoarsely, honestly. “But I did. Did you?”
Something part groan, part chuckle came from Nick. “That wasunreal. Did I enjoy it? Yes, I did.” He covered his face with both hands, groaning again. “I don’t know how I’m going to get through my day and not just fantasise about being in bed with you.”
Kit pulled back to read Nick’s expression. “Do you mean that?”
Nick looked at him like he was crazy, but then he seemed to realise Kit was asking him seriously, and that expression softened. “Yes, I mean that. You’re amazing.”
