Chapter Twenty-Five
Nick woke up spooning Kit. One arm was stretched out, comfortable in the gap at Kit’s neck; the other was wrapped around Kit’s waist, locking their bodies together.
He had a bleary few seconds to acclimatise, to take in the light streaming in the window, to register the sounds of voices, creaking wagon wheels, and horseshoes striking cobble before he realised how tightly he was holding Kit.
Nick cursed softly, jerking his hand away.
Kit’s tail wiggled. Nick had the lean limb jammed between his morning wood and Kit’s ass.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you, I was half asleep,” Nick rushed out.
As he spoke, Kit scooted back, digging his ass against Nick’s cock. A hand reached back to cup Nick’s hip and encourage him forward. “This position is okay.” Kit twisted to nuzzle his face against Nick’s. “Just do not touch me in front. And do not try to get on top.”
“I won’t,” Nick promised. Kit’s silk shirt had creased during the night, the lacing on the collar undone and pulled askew, exposing a pointy collar bone and a pink nipple.
Kit licked the corner of his mouth with a hum.
He ground against Nick’s erection with small hip rolls, then moved forwards enough to get his tail out to the side and repositioned so Nick’s erection was squeezing between his cheeks.
Nick’s pants kept a layer of fabric between them, but the slightly painful friction of the cotton against his cock was perfect.
He groaned as the piercings tugged, catching on the fabric, little pinches of pain that sent bolts of pleasure right through his brain. If he was a guy who produced anything more than the barest of precum, his cock would be weeping in delight.
Kit stopped kissing and faced away from Nick, focusing on rolling his hips. Nick buried his face in his nape, mouthing his skin. He tipped his pelvis to give Kit a better angle to grind against, and he shook with the effort not to cover Kit’s hand with his.
Kit’s chest heaved in heavy pants, and Nick became aware of a wet sound. He opened his eyes, gaze sliding down the bed to see the white sheet covering Kit’s front moving up and down quickly. “I’m going to move the sheet back, if you don’t mind,” Nick murmured.
Kit hummed.
Nick peeled back the silk sheet, craning his neck to get a good look.
One of Kit’s hands was gripping Nick’s pants in a fist, holding him still as he ground against his cock. The other was cupping his own balls, massaging and squeezing. Kit’s cock was just like him—lean, tall and elegant. Nick glimpsed a mouthwatering pink tip through flashes of black.
Kit’s tail was coiled around his own cock, expertly pumping. Nick leaned in, pressing his mouth to Kit’s ear, shivering as he watched, so fucking aroused that he didn’t know what to do with it. “No wonder you were so good with your tail.”
Kit whined. He abandoned his grip on Nick and reached for his own head, grasping himself tightly and jacking hard.
Nick moved his hips, keeping up the grinding motion, watching. His breaths felt raw. Each one filled him with shivers as he breathed down Kit’s musk, listened to his soft, desperate moans.
“I can feel your piercings,” Kit groaned out.
“Want to feel them even more?”
Kit nodded quickly. “Yes.”
“I’m just reaching for myself,” Nick reassured before carefully pushing down his pants. He went slowly in case Kit objected. Nick’s erection slotted perfectly between Kit’s cheeks, his head bumping against the base of Kit’s tail as he began thrusting.
Kit trembled. “I feel them.”
Nick buried his face in the soft skin just beneath Kit’s ear.
His scent seemed to be strongest here, and Nick breathed in, then mouthed the skin to taste it too.
He pistoned his hips, mind maddened, body tightening in need.
“Your tail,” Nick panted, “is pushing against my slit. Would it be rude to come on it?”
Kit cried out, body jerking and seizing.
The sudden break in the rhythm against Nick pushed him over the edge, and his breath caught in his chest as his cock convulsed and he spilled, missing Kit’s tail, getting all of his release on Kit’s hole instead.
Nick stared at that as he caught his breath.
All he could think about was how badly he wanted to slide a finger into Kit.
One. Or two. Or three. Enough to get him stretched out for Nick’s cock to fit in next.
The want of it ached through him, more intensely than he’d ever wanted anyone in his entire life.
Kit groaned softly as he unwound his tail. The limb was dirtied by his release, as were Kit’s fingers. Nick’s hair clung to his skin, and Kit’s shirt was damp against his chest.
“It would not be rude,” Kit said, out of breath.
“I thought not, since you just did,” Nick breathed out in amusement. He relaxed against Kit’s back, a strange laugh bubbling out of his chest. “Did you like that? Rubbing against my cock?”
Kit’s cheeks reddened.
“What about your hole? Was it rude of me to come down here?” Nick didn’t want to reach out with his hands, but he moved his hips to run his softening erection over Kit’s hole, glistening with cum. The bud tightened, and Kit drew in a shaky breath.
“It was not rude,” Kit murmured.
Nick hummed.
Kit twisted in his arms, rubbing his face against Nick’s, all affection. “I am interested in feeling your piercings inside. I have never been with a man with piercings. Or a man at all,” Kit admitted.
Nick let that settle. Considered its meanings. “You’ve been with me a few times now,” he said. “It isn’t just penetration that counts. You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?”
Kit’s skin flamed. His eyes were bright, clear. He nodded.
“And you’ve liked it? Having a cock rubbing against you?
” Even if Kit was only using him as a means of experimentation, Nick was determined that he would do his best for him.
It had crossed his mind that Kit had come on to him because he felt like a safe choice.
Nick was someone Kit knew he could physically overpower, and he wasn’t a woman.
That being said, that criteria left almost the entire world open, given that all the kits here were very clear about Kit being physically stronger than them.
Kit ducked his head, hiding. “It’s your cock,” he said, as if that was an answer to Nick’s question. No. He said it as if it was the answer.
Kit liked Nick’s cock rubbing against him.
Nick felt his face redden.
“I can take the piercings out.” Nick’s mouth moved all by itself. “We can try both, but your first time shouldn’t be with them in.”
“Okay,” Kit said, as if he was agreeing to a plan.
There was a beat of silence. Kit’s head was still down-turned, looking right at Nick’s cock as it started hardening again. “How do I take them out?” Kit asked.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“I—hang on.” Nick forced himself away from Kit, sitting up with effort. “Wait. We need to have a conversation about this first.”
Kit sat up too, legs folding up beneath him, tail draping comfortably across Nick’s lap, eyes focusing on Nick head-on.
His gorgeous cock was resting on his thigh, curved against his hip, slightly plump.
Nick was momentarily distracted. “First of all, you have the nicest cock I’ve seen in my life.
I just want to get that out of the way. Now, what I want –”
Kit groaned at the compliment. And the bastard sprang into Nick’s lap, attacking his mouth with tongue.
Instinct ruled his body. Nick thrust his tongue right between those lush lips and kissed him back hard.
Kit’s cock touched his bare stomach, wetting a line of precum onto his abs.
His own cock nested into Kit’s ass, the semen he’d spilled there dripping down onto him.
Nick wrenched back, throwing his weight onto his hands behind him. “No, stop, we’re talking first because otherwise I’m just going to fuck the life out of you, and that might not be what you want, so –”
“I am happy with you fucking me.” Kit wrapped his arms around Nick’s shoulders. He was leaning in for another kiss. Nick turned his face aside, and Kit licked his cheek instead. “Without the piercings. With them, too.”
“Are you interested in doing me?” Nick asked.
Kit froze mid-lick. His tail wrenched to the side and wrapped so quickly around Kit’s leg that Nick’s soul hurt. He lifted his gaze from his tail to Kit’s expression, watching as he shut down.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Nick said, lowering his voice. “Which is okay.”
Even with the reassurance, the tension in Kit’s body didn’t release; Nick had unintentionally thrust him somewhere dark.
Somewhere Nick didn’t want him to be and certainly wasn’t going to leave him.
Panic circled as he imagined failing Kit.
They were in bed together, naked apart from Kit’s rumpled shirt and Nick’s pants pushed down to his thighs.
Kit no doubt felt the vulnerability of their physical exposure.
Trevor would power through. He would be empathetic.
He would be patient. Nick wasn’t either normally, but for Kit, he would be the most patient and empathetic person in the world.
He didn’t have his dad’s magical ability to always know what to say, but he would try so damn hard that effort would bridge the gap.
“There’s no pressure with me, Kit,” Nick said.
“I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to.
I want you to feel good, and I want you to feel safe.
I don’t necessarily know how to do that, give that, but I can promise that I’ll never push for something you don’t want.
If you want to scent-mark me, okay. If you want to rub against me, great.
If you want us to have penetrative sex, I’m on board with that too. ”
Kit blinked, emotion returning to his eyes. The shadows lessened, receding into the distance. He met Nick’s eyes. “What do you want?” Kit asked.
“What I need is a conversation,” Nick said.
“I need to know that I’m not scaring you.
I need to know us having sex isn’t going to turn into your worst nightmare because I wouldn’t be able to handle that either.
” Something self-conscious crept into Kit’s expression.
“But if we’re talking about physical wants, which I think is what you were asking me, there’s very little we could do in bed that I wouldn’t enjoy.
I like you scent-marking me. I think you rubbing against me to get off is the hottest thing in the universe. And I’m so on board for more.”
Kit’s breaths were shallow and uneven. His arms were still locked around Nick’s shoulders, clinging.
“You have not scared me,” Kit said. His gaze dipped.
“You are kind. And honest. I cannot imagine you ever doing as she does. I know you would not.” Kit’s voice became stronger as he talked.
His gaze rose to meet Nick’s eyes. Nick didn’t turn away from the eye contact, but he felt Kit’s tail release his own leg to wrap around Nick’s instead.
“I wish for you to be inside me. I wish it for my own pleasure, and I wish it so that I might bring you pleasure too.”
Kit was so serious. He meant every word, and Nick couldn’t help but feel flustered and flattered by the casual good opinion Kit seemed to have of him. “I can work with that. Are you comfortable on my lap like this? Would you prefer a different position?”
Kit’s tail started to unwind, his body tensing again.
“You can keep it around my leg,” Nick said quickly.
“If you can. Or would you be more comfortable having this conversation while we’re dressed?
” Nick had his hands on the bed behind him, resting his weight on his palms. Kit was sitting on his lap, arms hooked on his shoulders, face close enough for Nick to feel his warm breath on his cheek.
Rather than retreat, Kit folded forwards. He buried his face in Nick’s neck and clung on, tail latching on tightly too. “Like this,” Kit said. “With me on top.”
“Thank you for telling me. What about my hands?”
“Do not reach for me,” Kit said, a snap in his voice.
“They’ll stay on the bed like this. I won’t touch you.” Nick was going to ask about holding his sides, since he’d inadvertently done that a few times and Kit hadn’t minded, but he shelved the question for now. “How do you feel about kissing –”
“No.” Another snap.
“Okay.”
Kit’s breaths were tense and ragged. “Scent-marking is fine,” he added tightly.
Right. Because Desre didn’t like anything actually kit-related, so that would have been totally out of the question.
“You don’t want me to touch your cock at all.” It came out as more of a statement than a question. Kit nodded anyway.
“How about looking?”
“Looking is…okay.” Kit sounded embarrassed.
Nick tilted his head to rest his chin in Kit’s hair. “Great. Cause you’re nice to look at.”
Kit made a noise in his throat. “You said you like my cock. I do not want you to touch it, but I am happy for you to see it.”
“Such a sweet talker.” Nick huffed.
Kit shuffled on his lap. “Are there more questions?”
“Do you have any for me? Is there more I should know that I’m not thinking of?” Nick was sure there probably were a million things, but he couldn’t think of them in that moment.
A sharp rap of knuckles against the door answered Nick.
Nick glanced towards the door, debating for a moment, then sighed.
Just because the room felt like a private bubble didn’t mean it was one.
“I’ll check,” he said. He shifted his weight, and Kit slid from his lap.
Kit sat on the bed, his tail lashing, his face filling with unease as he glanced at the door.
Nick righted his trousers as he padded across the bedroom.
He set his foot in place so that the door couldn’t be opened enough to see the mostly naked Kit perched on crumpled sheets.
He turned the key and pulled it open to find Seche standing there.
He was dressed in polished mahogany leathers, a vibrant blue cloak clasped to his shoulders.
His eyes flicked over Nick, taking in his state of undress, but there was no disapproval when he met Nick’s eyes.
“My scouts have spotted merfolk in the river. Are you ready?”