Chapter 25 Physical Intimacy #2
“Your butt cheeks are very furry,” they said.
“Yeah, I’m a hairy guy.”
“I like it,” they said, nuzzling his neck. “Your body hair is very attractive.”
“You are very attractive too,” he said, lips grazing their earlobe with every word, and they gasped as crackling warmth danced along their nerve endings. They felt his phallus stir against their hip, the soft flesh thickening and growing.
With a noise of surprise, they pulled back enough to stare down at the lengthening appendage. “You are getting an erection.”
He cringed. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why?” Their attention jumped between his thick arousal and his worried expression. “I do not find your body’s reactions repulsive, remember?”
“I know. I just… don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Their chest throbbed with affection. “Thank you. I do not feel uncomfortable. I am proud that you find me attractive. It is flattering. And”—they inspected his erection again—“you have a handsome penis. It is stately and regal.”
His cheeks darkened with a blush as he burst into laughter. “Well, I can honestly say that’s the first time anyone has called my dick stately or regal. Or handsome.”
“Good,” they said smugly. “May I touch it? I am curious what it feels like.”
Bryce inhaled sharply, and a thick wall of pheromones smashed into them. “I, uh, don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“You are aroused at the idea of me touching you,” they said, more a statement than a question, but he nodded all the same.
“Yes, you touching me like this,” he said with a wave to his bobbing erection, “would turn me on more. It would be sexual for me.”
“Oh. That is not my intention.”
He chuckled and nodded. “I know. That’s why it’s probably best if you wait until I’m not so keyed up to run tests on my dick.”
“You make it sound like I am going to conduct scientific experiments on your penis,” they scolded.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t if I let you,” he challenged, and they huffed in mock offense.
“I promise, your phallus is not that interesting.”
Wrapping an arm around their waist, he drew them close again, warming them up in the water. “Well, you’re the one who said it was regal and stately.”
“I see I should have kept my compliments to myself. Males and their obsession with their own endowment,” they lamented. “Yet another part of your penis-brain that I do not understand.”
“I adore you,” he said, and they could not continue their act of disinterest, not when he was being so sweet.
“I reciprocate the sentiment,” they admitted, and he grinned.
When the water began to cool, he sent Zef from the shower. “Let me finish up in here,” he said, the tips of ears burning red.
“Are you going to masturbate?” they asked as they wrapped a towel around their shoulders.
He glared at them through the crack in the shower door but grudgingly admitted, “Yes.”
“May I observe?” they asked, antennas wriggling in interest.
An odd choking sound scraped his throat as he wiped a hand down his face. “You wanna watch me jerk off?”
They nodded exuberantly. “As long as I do not have to engage physically, yes. I understand the mechanics of it, as I have read anatomy books, but I would like to see it in person.”
“For science?” he asked playfully.
“Yes, but also because it is you.” They stepped forward, reaching out to cup his water-warm cheek. “I care about your pleasure, Bryce, and I wish to experience it with you in whatever way I can.”
Turning his head, he kissed their palm, making their breath hitch. “Okay, you can watch me, but maybe not this time? Feels a little weird in my parents’ house.”
The idea of sharing intimacy under Toa Sian’s roof made them grimace, and they nodded. “Yes, I understand. Perhaps when we are back home, if you are feeling amorous, then I could watch as you pleasure yourself.”
“Good God, the things that come out of your mouth,” he groaned into their palm. “Get out of here before I combust.”
Far too pleased with themself, they dried off, feeling the heat of Bryce’s gaze on them the whole time.
It was thrilling and satisfying, even with the sexual undertones of the situation.
Because there was safety here, a security that they could express sensuality without expectation of sexual engagement.
And, of course, the affection, connection, and consent shared between them.
Yes, Bryce was sexualizing them in this moment, but they were giving him permission to do so.
Instead of feeling violated or used, they felt powerful as they pressed their back to the bathroom door and watched Bryce watch them.
“Get out,” he practically growled as his arm behind the opaque door moved to—Zef assumed—touch himself.
“You may fantasize about me if you like,” they said, another wave of delight rushing through them when Bryce released a pained noise. “Though I expect you to keep it wholesome.”
That lightning storm was back, flashing in his gray eyes, and he smiled roguishly as he looked around the glass partition. “Get. Out.”
With a half-manic laugh, Zef obeyed. They checked the hallway, ensuring no one was there to see them in nothing but a towel—how utterly scandalous they were. Then they made sure the lock on the knob was engaged as they slipped out of the bathroom.
Before they shut the door, they met Bryce’s gaze through the crack of the shower door. “I am almost ready to kiss you. Perhaps you can fantasize about that.”
“Keep talking, and I’m dragging you back in here to kiss you myself,” he said, an edge to the playfulness that made Zef almost believe him.
“Enjoy doing penis-brain things,” they said as they shut the door firmly, giggling like a child as Bryce groaned.