Chapter Forty-Two
Kit
Kit’s bliss-filled dream held firm in the morning light.
Nick lay curled around him, arms, legs, face, all pressing in from every side.
Each time they had spent the night together, Nick, in his sleep, had moved Kit onto his side, plastered himself against his back, and fused them together with an arm locked around Kit’s stomach.
The moment Nick got them into this position, he settled, not moving again until morning.
Kit ran his fingers lightly along the arm banding his stomach, feeling pulses of heat against the spells inked into Nick’s skin. His purr began and would not stop.
Nick hummed and sleepily scent-marked Kit’s nape before he stopped, slowly tensing. His fingers tightened on Kit’s stomach. “Is touching you like this okay?”
“It is okay,” Kit reassured. It was easy to let go with Nick, who would not reach where his touch was uninvited.
His thoughts drifted to what they’d done before falling asleep, and he felt his face redden.
“It… I…” Shyness stunted his words. “You were meant to enter me.” Why a complaint left Kit’s lips, he had no idea; he had none of last night, and he had been the one to get distracted. And the one to fall asleep!
“We’ll get around to it,” Nick said with a chuckle. “I enjoyed what we did instead though, didn’t you?” Nick nosed his nape, breathing in. “I love the way you smell,” he said with a groan. “And taste.” More scent-marking.
Instinct had him lifting his tail at the base in invitation.
Heat slicked its way down Kit’s spine, and he bowed his head as Nick’s mouth caressed the slope of his neck.
His eyelids fluttered shut as Nick’s tongue caught a bundle of nerves beneath the hinge of his jaw in a nip.
Kit thrust his hips back, pushing against Nick’s hardened cock.
They’d kicked off their trousers during the night, leaving them bare skin to bare skin.
Kit hesitated at the abundance of contact, eyes flicking open.
He shifted his hands out of Nick’s reach and watched closely as Nick’s hand glided across his stomach, caressed his ribs, grasped the base of his tail and ran his grip all the way to the tufts at the end.
“Doing okay?” Nick checked.
Kit settled back into his skin, the flash of unease dissipating.
One of Nick’s arms was in the curve of Kit’s neck, trapped against the mattress.
The other was wrapped up in his tail, where he could effortlessly pin it wherever he liked.
“Yes,” he murmured. Kit reached for the lotion, poured too much into his hand.
He shifted his hips forwards and without preamble slid two fingers inside.
Kit had practised. Once he’d slickened his inside, he palmed lotion over Nick’s hard cock.
He traced a pulsing vein from root to head, shivering at the thought of what it would feel like inside him.
Nick stopped scenting Kit’s neck and leaned back, watching.
His gaze boiled Kit’s bare skin, his open looking so…
so… Kit twisted so that his face was buried in his pillow.
He ended up licking a stretch of upper arm, scenting Nick’s skin, smelling his arousal.
Nick’s looking and the heated arousal that came with it were overwhelming.
“Like this?” Kit raised his tail out of the way.
“If you’re sure,” Nick said.
Kit nodded.
“Can I hold your hip, or is that too close to your cock for comfort?” Nick checked.
Kit still had Nick’s hand trapped in his tail; he impatiently put it onto his bare hip. Nick chuckled.
“Okay. You guide my cock in so,” Nick said, an amused note in his voice.
A mix of purr and growl rumbled unbidden from Kit’s throat. He reached back to do as asked, gripping Nick’s length with his fingers, then using the end of his tail to help. Nick’s breath caught as his tip pressed against his hole. Kit didn’t hesitate as he bore down.
The hand on his hip tightened, fingers digging in. “We’ll stay in this position. I won’t try to get on top. Alright?”
Kit nodded.
“And,” Nick added in a strained voice, “you will speak up if you feel uncomfortable for any reason.”
“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 to hump 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 head thrust 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 was unreal. 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.”
Warmth radiated through him. “Next, we will put in the piercings?” Kit suggested.
“Not today. Not this week, either. Next month, maybe,” Nick added.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to be sore. I’m kind of”—Nick gestured to his unclothed bottom half—“big,” was said with an abashed tone.
“I noticed.”
That elicited red cheeks. A shy, lop-sided smile.
Nick rolled out of bed, stretching with a groan.
At the top of his buttocks, right where a tail grew from a kit, was a spell.
Kit had noticed it on several occasions, though often when he was either too shy or preoccupied to properly examine it.
It had the look of a pocket-watch, notches marked in a circle, but the script was one Kit did not know.
“What does this spell do?” he asked. It had a different look from the script on Nick’s arms.
Nick peered down his own broad back at the little symbol. “It’s a compass, a navigation device. I got it when I started college and was feeling a little…lost. It’s not meant to be a spell, but who knows?” Nick smiled faintly. “Maybe it’s what helped me find my true north.”