Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
Casimir shakes his head as he grabs me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap. “You asked him to! Don’t worry, it was nothing weird. He was just spraying you with the showerhead like he was power washing you.”
“And… you saw nothing weird about that?”
“No, you should have seen the dirt just flying off you. You asked!”
“I will never be able to face him again.”
“And ignore the bruise on your head.” He leans in for a kiss that I do not reciprocate.
“My head?” I pat my head until I feel a lump on my forehead. “What the hell did you guys do to my head?”
“I… maybe… minorly misjudged the width of the doorway.”
I stare at the man who can swiftly leap off the tenth floor of a building, snatch me up and scale up a wall… but apparently can’t carry an unconscious man through a doorway .
“I see…” I whisper. “Like you just bashed me into the doorframe?”
“Well… you kind of slipped a little. Just… it’s fine. Forget all of that.”
“No, no, no. I would love to know what all happened. I do see I’m wearing clothes. Did that happen before or after my head was bashed into the doorway?”
“Cyrus clothed you.”
“How many people were involved in this adventure?”
“Just us three. You knew we were all there! You did some weird ‘Eenie meenie’ thing that… I still don’t understand before picking Ezio to bathe you and Cyrus to clothe you and declaring to everyone that I was pure evil!”
“Fucking hell. Please forget all of that. But how did you drop me? You know, the man who grabbed me and jerked me away from a bomb dropped me because I was… what, exactly? Wiggling around too much?”
“Slippery. Cyrus was right, I shouldn’t have mentioned any of this. Can we get back to kissing?”
“So… out of your goodwill, you guys looked at me and were like ‘I bet we should wash him and make sure he’s okay,’ then proceeded to waterboard me, throw me into a doorway, and needed a human to save me.”
Casimir’s quiet as I continue to sit on his lap. “So about that kiss?” he asks.
“No, no, I want to verify that I have all of the events in order.”
He’s silent.
Clearly there’s something else that I probably don’t even want to know about.
“Let’s just say we had to wash you twice.”
“What the fuck happened ?” I ask.
“Cyrus saw me drop you and he went to catch you as I was also grabbing for you. It’s how I managed to not catch you as he threw his bowl of… salsa on you.”
“I don’t believe any of this happened.”
“You woke up during multiple parts of it! You interacted with us.”
“Please, just kiss me and end this.”
“I was just going to let Gustov lick it off your back because… honestly, he’d already done so at that point, but Cyrus told me that was gross and to rinse you off.
What I want to know is why are you more concerned about this than anything I’ve told you about my past?
I would also like to remind you that if you’d have just asked for me , none of this would have happened. ”
“Well, even half-dead me wanted your attention and wanted to make you jealous, I guess! I was mad, okay? I wanted you to be like ‘Hell yes, I’ll date you.’”
Casimir grabs my face and tips it up. “Hell yes, I’ll date you.”
That makes me smile. “Ooh, now we’re talking.”
“But Ezio can never pet you or rub his grimy face all over your furry body.”
“What about my not-so-furry body?” I tease.
His eyebrow rises.
“I’m joking. Ezio never meant anything by any of the teasing. I think he just treats me like an actual dog. And remember, I didn’t mean anything by it either. We both knew you wouldn’t take us seriously.”
“Yeah,” Casimir says before leaning in and kissing me. “I’m sorry I was so stubborn that you had to resort to such grotesque measures to get my attention.”
“Thank you,” I respond with a smile before leaning into his lips.
He presses them against mine, mouth parting as I grab on to him.
Why do I feel so much more excited now? I mean…
trust me, every other time we’ve gotten frisky, it’s been fun as hell, but there’s something different about knowing he’s finally mine.
His tongue brushes against my lips before meeting my own. It wraps around mine, tangling and teasing as his fingers run up my back.
I reach down and slip a finger under the waistband of his pants. “You want me to touch you?”
“I do, but your toying tone tells me that you have something else in mind.”
“No, no, no. I would never,” I say as I open his pants to reveal his cock. “I was just thinking…” I reach down and stroke him as he watches me intently.
“You thinking while touching me has me worried.”
That pleases me greatly. “That you should apologize…”
“Eh. Do I have to?”
“For calling my hands clammy .”
That makes him laugh. “Oh wow, you sure hold a grudge. The issue is… that they are.”
With a hand on his chest, I give him a push, and he drops down onto his back as he laughs. I swing off him, grab the hem of his pants, and yank them off before tossing them. “I could leave you here, eager all night.”
“Over clammy hands? You would honestly do that? You would forgive me so easily for not saying yes right away, but not this?”
“Correct. Tell me how angelic my hands are,” I order as I pull my shirt off while he watches with clear interest, but it’s nothing compared to the way his eyes drop when I push down my pants.
I love how sexy he makes me feel, like he’s seeing something amazing for the first time, instead of…
hell, I feel like I’ve been naked during most of our excursions… or wearing a napkin.
Casimir sits up and reaches for me, taking my hands in his as he kisses the palms and then each finger. “Your hands are perfectly kissably clammy.”
“You are a monster,” I say as I climb up onto him.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Oh, I feel completely fine. There’s this weird pain in my head from where my white knight threw me into a doorway, but besides that, I’m fine. Wait… maybe you’re the one with the clammy hands. Maybe that’s why you dropped me.”
He looks at his hands like they might have deceived him. “No…”
“Right?”
“How could you ever face me if they were?”
“We can be clammy together. We are so romantic.” I grin at him before kissing his lips again. “Can I take your shirt off?”
“Hmm…”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means what it means.”
“You don’t have to. I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with.”
“No, it’s fine with you.”
“I mean… I really don’t even want to see your chiseled body that much. Like your muscular body only reminds me that I should get off the couch more, and… do I really want to? So maybe it is best to keep it clothed.”
Casimir shakes his head at my attempt to lighten the mood. “You are sexy just the way you are.”
“And so are you,” I remind him.
He reaches down and grabs the bottom of his shirt before drawing it off and tossing it to the floor.
Since he’s facing me, I can’t see the majority of the scars, but some wrap around his side.
He kisses my cheek before his lips start down my neck, and instead of tension, all I find is pleasure because with him, I feel safe.
I feel safe enough that I might even let him bite my neck… someday.
Instead, he sucks and kisses his way down my throat as I rock my hips forward until my cock brushes up against his.
“You know what would be sexy?” I ask.
“I’m hoping me naked in front of you.”
“You naked in front of me all the time,” I decide.
“I mean… you think it’s normal to do it all the time, so why shouldn’t I?”
“Right?” I reply with a grin as he hooks my waist and flips me onto my back on the bed before leaning over me.
“You have lube?” Casimir asks.
“I sure do. I’ve contemplated carrying it everywhere with me just in case the sexy vampire ripped my clothes off. I thought maybe if I showed you how well I could fetch it, you’d just take me right there!”
“Your clothes are already always off.”
“The issue is, the lube’s in the bag in the room I was staying in. Do you think?—”
He’s gone and back before I can even finish that sentence. He tosses the bottle and I catch it before popping it open. “Eh?”
Casimir grins at me. “You look so excited, like it was a magic trick or something.”
“The magic trick was getting you into bed,” I say.
He grabs my ankles and pulls me back to him. “I know magic too.”
“Oh?”
“I can make your cock disappear… in my mouth.”
I close the cap on the lube and toss it onto the bedside table.
“Oh my god, my joke wasn’t that bad!” he protests.
“Things are closing down,” I say as I grab for the sheets to pull them over me.
He huffs in disbelief. “It was supposed to be sexy!”
“And it was, and that’s why I’m scared, Casimir. A normal person would think that was weird, but my cock was like ‘Hell yeah, I love magic!’”
“Maybe pretending your cock talks is the weird part,” he comments as he digs at the sheets until he finds me.
“Noooo! Don’t turn this on me. I’m sexy,” I say. He leans against me to retrieve the lube.
“Oh so sexy. Tell me what else your cock says.”
“Your mocking tone is not going to deter me. It’s saying, ‘Just look at me and ignore Julian’s words.’”
“So even your cock is embarrassed by you?”
“Maybe a little bit!”
That makes Casimir laugh as he pops open the lube.
Is this how sexy time is supposed to go? “How about I just rave about how sexy I am. Like ooh, look,” I say as I take the lube and squeeze some into his hand. “Did you see that? Did you see how well my clammy hand squeezed that bottle?”
“Oh, I saw that. Fuck, that was hot. It almost made me forget about your talking dick.”
I keep squeezing.
“That’s enough!”
“I’m sorry, my embarrassment made me squeeze harder than I meant to. Good thing I wasn’t holding your dick at the time! Ha ha.”
“Sounds devastating,” he says. “Maybe I can kiss that trauma away from you.” He leans in and I press my lips against his as his fingers drift down my thigh, leaving a trail of surplus lube along the way as he slides down between my legs. His finger runs between my ass cheeks, gliding over me.