Chapter 2 #2
He gave Darcy a quick kiss because it felt like he needed one.
“I like that you’re carefree and easy with me.
I liked sitting and eating with you, and I liked kissing you, coming with you, and being here in your bed with you.
” He didn’t see any reason to be coy or pretend otherwise.
Life was too short for stupid games. And if someone thought less of you because you wanted to jump right into bed with them, well fuck them—only not in the nice sexy way.
“I’ve really liked doing all that with you, too.”
“Good. Now let’s show our appreciation of being with each other with less words and more actions,” he suggested. Because while he wasn’t against spending time with Darcy just talking and getting to know him, right now they were naked in bed together and he wanted to explore that.
“That’s got to be the best idea ever.” Smiling, Darcy leaned in to kiss him and Charma met him halfway.
They both groaned as they kissed, and he took advantage of their open mouths to press his tongue between Darcy’s lips.
He loved the way Darcy tasted. It felt right, almost like being home.
Charma pushed that thought away because whoa, he’d only just met Darcy and while he didn’t see anything wrong with making out on the first date—or first meeting in their case—that was all this was.
It might become more, but that’s all it was right now.
He focused on their kisses and on touching Darcy’s warm, smooth skin.
There was a tiny bit of hair sprinkled across Darcy’s chest and a lovely little treasure trail leading right to Charma’s favorite treasure.
He was fascinated by the feeling of the hair under his fingertips.
His kind didn’t have hair aside from what was on their head and their eyebrows.
No beard to shave, no treasure trails, no nest around the dangling bits, so he paid extra attention with Darcy.
Rubbing back and forth across Darcy’s chest, Charma enjoyed the feeling of the hair brushing over his fingertips.
Then he did the same thing with the hair from below Darcy’s navel on downward.
It was thicker here and more bristly. The hair around Darcy’s cock was thicker still, and he tugged, not too hard, and that made Darcy moan.
“Teasing me,” Darcy whispered.
“Am I?” He hadn’t meant to; he was just fascinated by their differences.
“You keep skirting the most sensitive bits.”
“Oh! Sorry?” Charma wasn’t really, though. He was enjoying his explorations, and they had all afternoon, didn’t they? Plus now that they’d come, the urgency had backed off.
“Nah, it’s okay. You just make me want things.”
He laughed. Darcy charmed the heck out of him. “That’s good, right?”
“Yeah, it is. But it also makes me forget to return the favor.” Darcy’s fingers opened and closed on his shoulders, and then let go, moving to trace his shape.
“Returning the favor is good.” Very good, and now that he had Darcy’s fingers all over him, he was beginning to understand what Darcy meant. The sweet sensations were very distracting, and it would be easy to forget he was supposed to be touching, too.
He closed his eyes so he could focus on what he was feeling—both feelings.
What Darcy was doing to him and what he could feel under his fingertips.
As Darcy traced his shape, he traced Darcy’s, using that as his guide.
Darcy’s fingers slid along his ribs, so he slid his along Darcy’s.
Then on down over hips to thighs. His fingertips were caught up in Darcy’s hair again, and he stroked over it, wondering if Darcy thought it was weird that he didn’t have hairy legs.
“Do you shave everything?” Darcy asked, and Charma nearly crowed—Darcy had noticed the difference!
“Nope. I don’t have hair everywhere like you do.”
“None at all?” Darcy backed away a bit, taking him in from his hairless legs and cock, to the smoothness of his belly and chest. Then Darcy lifted his arm and examined his pit. “Wow, you really don’t have any hair on your body.”
Charma nodded. “It’s got something to do with the lizard in me. None of us have hair on our bodies.”
“Huh. Interesting. I wonder if say bear or wolf shifters are extra hairy as humans…”
“As interesting as this?” Charma asked, sliding his fingers across Darcy’s belly, the back of his hand brushing Darcy’s cockhead.
“Nope. Not nearly as interesting as that.” Darcy was slightly breathless as he said it. “You could do it again, as I probably need to examine that more closely.”
That had Charma giggling but also giving Darcy what he’d asked for. He moved his hand slower this time, fingertips sliding on the warm skin, tracing the lovely muscles. His pinky dragged along Darcy’s cockhead, making Darcy take in a sharp breath.
Then Charma turned his hand and wrapped it around the thick cock.
He stroked it a few times before letting go in favor of tracing the shape of it.
Darcy groaned for him, hands opening and closing on his waist. He took his time, wanting to explore how Darcy was different from himself.
Definitely thicker, but also a little shorter, and Charma loved the way some of the veins stood out.
They felt neat under his fingertips. The head was ever so slightly spongy and the tip was slick, the tiny slit almost tickling his fingers as they brushed over it.
And hot. Oh goddess, Darcy’s cock was so hot.
On top of that, he could smell Darcy. He’d gotten a good whiff of the guy when he’d been in Darcy’s pocket, but heat and need had made Darcy’s scent stronger, muskier, and Charma suddenly needed to taste.
He slid down the bed and took in the head of Darcy’s cock.
Darcy cried out, hands dropping to Charma’s head and holding on.
They opened and closed, like Darcy didn’t quite know what to do.
Charma did, though. He licked at the cockhead in his mouth, tongue circling it before sliding back and forth across the tiny little slit lips.
Darcy started babbling, words coming out of his mouth but not making any sense.
Charma had to smile, which was weird with Darcy’s cock in his mouth, so he made himself stop and take more of Darcy in.
He moved his head, slowly bobbing down and up along the solid flesh.
Darcy tasted even better than he smelled, and the tiny drops of pre-come that leaked from him exploded that flavor across Charma’s tongue. It made him want more.
He tightened his lips and moved faster, loving the way Darcy’s words twisted as he did it, turning into simple sounds that spoke more of his pleasure than actual words would have.
Oh yeah, he was making Darcy feel amazing and that made him feel ten feet tall.
The fact that he was enjoying it so much too was just icing on the cake.
When Darcy started pumping his hips, then stopping, then doing it again. Charma grabbed hold of his ass and squeezed, then pulled him forward, encouraging the movements. He could take it.
A low, needy whimper sounded, and Darcy’s hands tightened on his head, holding him in place as Darcy let his hips have their way, pushing the hot erection into his mouth over and over. Charma slapped with his tongue and increased his suction, trying to make it as good as possible.
Darcy’s babbling increased, and Charma figured if Darcy could actually speak, he’d be warning that he was about to go off. And that was just fine with Charma. He wanted to taste.
He hummed, his fingers digging into Darcy’s ass as he pulled him in deeper and that was all it took. Darcy shouted his name and thrust deep, coming down Charma’s throat in a few long pulses.
When Charma pulled off slowly, Darcy rolled onto his back, panting.
“Oh my God,” Darcy managed to get out.
Charma licked his lips and preened.
Darcy lay there panting, and Charma slid up along his body, feeling sexy and needy, but willing to wait his turn. He liked the fact that Darcy needed recovery time from his blow job; he’d made Darcy feel so good. He preened again.
Darcy turned toward him, eyes still a little glazed, his lips slowly curving up into a wide smile. “That was…”
Charma grinned. “The word you’re looking for has got to be amazing, given it’s rendered you speechless.”
Eyes lighting up, Darcy laughed. “I’m not sure amazing is a big enough word.”
Oh, if Charma had been preening before, now he was… uber-preening. Darcy made him feel good without even touching him and that was pretty cool.
Then Darcy slid a couple fingers along his breastbone, from his neck on down to his navel, teasing his fingers around his belly button. Okay, so the words made him feel good, but Darcy’s touch was even better.
Charma moaned as Darcy slid his fingers to the side, finding and tracing his hip bone and the dip between his hip and his pelvis. He whimpered when Darcy moved to do the same thing with his other hip.
“Not fair,” he whispered.
“Should I stop teasing?” Darcy asked.
“Goddess, yes!”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure I’m going to pounce you and do unspeakable things to you if you don’t touch my cock right now!” Every little touch was teasing him terribly and his cock was dripping, aching, making him desperate to have Darcy touch him there.
“How unspeakable?” Darcy asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Charma opened his mouth to growl and tensed up to pounce like he’d promised he would, but before he could, Darcy’s hand finally wrapped around his cock and everything else disappeared from Charma’s head.
Darcy’s hold was gentle, but not too loose, and when he stroked, Charma’s eyes rolled back in his head and his hips bucked without him even meaning to.
“Good?” Darcy whispered.
“Uh-huh.” Charma was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to make words happen, so he didn’t even bother trying.
Darcy shifted, turning onto his side and tightening his hold on Charma’s cock.
He moved his hand slowly, each stroke long and careful.
It was perfect, that touch revving Charma up, making his balls ache and pull up against his body.
If it had been fast, it would be over far too soon.
Instead, Darcy’s deliberate pace was really doing it for Charma, making him feel good but not pushing him over yet, and Charma just reveled in it, felt every moment of it.
“You’re so pretty,” Darcy told him, fingers of his free hand coming to slide on Charma’s chest. His nipples were teased and then given a firmer touch. His nipples tightened, just like his balls had, and drew up as if trying to make themselves more noticeable to Darcy and his questing fingers.
Then Darcy’s words sank in, and he could feel his cheeks heat. “If you think I’m pretty, you should see my chameleon.”
“I have,” Darcy reminded him. “And yeah, you’re probably the prettiest chameleon I’ve ever seen, but I prefer the human you. Like a lot.”
Charma put his hands over his head and stretched, showing off a little for Darcy. “You do, eh?”
“Can I do this with your chameleon?” Darcy asked, moving his hand faster, thumb sliding across his slit on every upstroke. Then Darcy leaned in and took his right nipple between hot lips, applying suction.
Charma cried out and arched. “Don’t stop!”
Darcy didn’t stop. In fact, the suction increased, making Charma crazy.
His hips set up a rhythm, pushing up into each and every stroke, Darcy’s hand so good, hot and getting tighter. He was going to come and soon.
He rolled his head from side to side, hips working, babbling. He wasn’t sure he was even saying words, but it just felt too good to even care.
Darcy let go of his nipple and moved to lick his earlobe. “Forget pretty, you’re beautiful,” Darcy whispered.
Charma came, the whole world graying out for a moment as pleasure overtook everything else.
He lay there for who knew how long, panting, slowly coming back down from the orgasm. He hadn’t felt anything that good in a very long time. It was amazing how much better Darcy’s hand had been than his own. He finally turned and met Darcy’s gaze. He smiled.
“Hey,” Darcy said, looking about like how Charma felt.
“Hey,” he answered back. Yeah, that about summed it up because he meant, “Oh, that felt so good,” and “I’d like to do it again sometime” and “I really like you” and the hey had summed that all up for him.
Darcy grinned, and he grinned right back, loose and happy and not planning on moving anytime soon.