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Kit went still.
He immediately pulled back again and peered down. Nick cracked open an eye to see Kit’s expression going from confused to aroused. “You are –” Kit swallowed hard. “It is dangerous to have a blade so close to your cock.” Every word of caution was turned-on.
“I did have some trouble with it,” Nick agreed.
Kit’s eyes snapped up. “Did someone assist you? Like with the piercings?”
“No. But if you’re offering, I might take you up on it.” Nick grinned. “I bet you’re handier with a blade than me. I cut myself just down here.” He reached for himself, pulling apart his balls. The nick that had been agony was invisible, hidden between two metal rings.
Kit ran his fingers along the butter-smooth skin surrounding Nick’s cock. His brow was creased as he thought about it. “I will commission a suitable blade from my engineer. Let me see the one you used first.” Kit turned away. “Where are your things?”
“Do you need to see right this second?” Nick asked.
Kit paused. “No. It can wait till morning.” He faced Nick again, examining more. His bravery in looking openly at Nick’s exposed cock was so different from his shyness the first time they’d been intimate. Kit had been so afraid of touching Nick, afraid of hurting him, yet now he’d so quickly agreed to shaving him.
“May I remove the piercings?” Kit asked.
Nick studied Kit. His eyes were bright and alert, his skin warmed with a healthy glow.
“If you’re up for it, so am I. We can take it slow too if you like.”
“The past three months have been slow,” Kit said, surly. “I have had more than enough ofthat.” He caught Nick by the hand, warm skin to warm skin, and led him down a hall into a bedroom. Nick let himself be ushered to the bed, sitting on the edge. Kit tugged at the fabric of his trousers again, pushing them down and out of the way, and clambered onto his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Nick’s thighs.
Kit took hold of Nick’s wrists and purposefully placed his hands on his backside. “Here is fine, but not the front.”
Nick stared up at Kit in surprise, and Kit met his eyes. “I wish us to join like this. Do you?” A shy blush crept across his face, but his determination shone through regardless.
Nick breathed in deep. “I do,” he said softly. The trust made him ache. He slid his hand over Kit’s buttocks, attuned to any tension or unhappiness, but Kit’s attention quickly moved on, and he seemed far too occupied with removing Nick’s piercings to even notice the hesitant touch.
Nick fondled Kit’s buttocks, getting him used to that feeling, before raising his hand to the waistband of his trousers. Sliding it in slowly, watching Kit’s expression.
Kit faltered.
“Too much?” Nick checked, immediately halting.
Kit swallowed hard. He thought about the answer before shaking his head. He slid his arms around Nick’s shoulders and rested his face against his hair. “You may continue,” he said.
Nick did, slowly. He repeated the exact same stroking motion he’d done above the fabric, just against bare skin, keeping his focus on the hard bar pressing to his abdomen. Kit stayed hard, and he relaxed enough for Nick to press a kiss—disguised as scent-marking –to his throat. Kit hummed, his purr ratcheting up.
“Would you be up for untying your trousers and sliding them down?” Nick asked. “You don’t have to,” he added quickly.
Kit’s hips were swaying, his cock rocking against Nick’s stomach. He groaned, his breaths heavy. Kit undid the strings holding his trousers up and roughly pushed the leather down, exposing himself to mid-thigh. Kit’s head turned down, and he seemed to startle at the sight of his own cock, plump and perked-up mid-air.
Nick quickly flicked Kit’s shirt out, covering it. “It’s all okay. See?”
“You said you like to look.” Kit immediately moved the shirt away again.
“Yes, but only if you’re comfortable –”
“I am comfortable.” Kit grasped himself and slid his grip from root to tip. Nick stopped everything to watch. The back of Kit’s knuckles brushed against Nick’s cock with each stroke.
“Fuck,” Nick muttered under his breath, heat rising inside. “Let’s try—how about if we put our cocks together?” He had to let go of Kit and slid his hands behind himself, gripping the sheets to stop himself from reaching for his own cock. Both their heads were tilted down, watching.
“Like this?” Kit adjusted his hips, lining them up perfectly.
“Ah, just like that. Yes. Okay. Now do what you were just doing, but with both of us in your hand.”
Kit’s tail swept roughly to the side. His face was bright pink, his eyes shining and eager. “I didn’t know we could do this. I got this for touching your cock.” He grabbed a small bottle from the bedside table. “Since you’re cut and need comfort.” He poured out lotion onto his palm and, without hesitating, grasped them together and began to stroke. His touch was slick and brave.
