Unholy Fucking Shitballs #2
When his fingertips met a delicate chain under their tunic, it was Dex’s turn to inhale sharply. He traced the metal down to their belly piercing, then he followed it up, up, up to where it split in two directions, forming a Y shape. To their nipple piercings, he realized.
Unable to swallow it, he growled, and his dick hardened fully in his gym shorts.
He’d always found their piercings hot, but this jewelry piece was something else entirely.
One little pluck to the chain, and it would tug on their nipples.
Like they could read exactly where his mind was going, Cya released a sexy little noise in the back of their throat, leaning more heavily against his chest. Dex’s reflection grinned, and it was all teeth.
A wave of heady spice blasted into him, and triumph roared through his veins, feeding the instinctual beast in his chest that wanted to make Cya scream as they came on his fingers or his tongue or his dick. Because he was the reason they smelled like this. He was the one to turn them on.
Something wet splattered on the floor, breaking the charged spell, and Cya yelped, backing up into him to get away from the water. “The sink!” they cried, and Dex scrambled to turn off the faucet before it overflowed any more.
“Shit,” he muttered as water sloshed onto his shirt and shorts.
He stepped back in hopes of avoiding it, but he was too late.
The swishy fabric of his shorts clung to him, outlining his raging erection obscenely.
At the exact same moment, Cya crouched down to dry up the water on the floor, bringing themself eye-level to his hard-on.
Humiliation crashed over him as they made a strained choking sound, eyes widening in surprise.
They froze.
He froze.
Even the wind chime froze.
He stared down at them in horror. They stared at his dick in what he hoped wasn’t horror. Pleasant surprise would have been nice, but he’d have settled for neutrality or even good-natured amusement.
The silence stretched, broken only by the echo of running water from the bathroom. Dex cleared his throat delicately, knowing he had to be the first one to speak. It was his stupid dick, after all.
“First off, let me profusely apologize,” he said as he leaned back against the counter so his cock wasn’t literally right in front of their face. “I promise, this wasn’t premedicated.”
“Premeditated,” they whispered, gaze still locked on his erection.
“Um, okay. Still, sorry. Didn’t intend for, you know, but there it is.
” He waved at his dick unnecessarily, then at Cya, still coiled on the floor at his feet.
“And there you are. Which is my bad, not yours. Not that it’s bad that you’re there.
I just mean you should probably get up because, as long as you’re down there, it’s not going away. ”
Finally looking away from his dick, Cya gaped up at him, and he really started to panic now.
“Shit, that’s not helpful. I just meant that you don’t have to be down there.
Unless you wanted to because it’s your choice what you do with your body.
And I like that you’re down there, but you didn’t know the whole situation, so informed consent wasn’t established, and every time I fantasized about this, you were super consenting, I promise. ”
Their eyes widened impossibly, and Dex whined in the back of his throat. “Oh my gods, how am I still making this worse? Cya, you have to say something or else I’m gonna just keep talking and—”
They lifted a hand and placed it on his thigh. Right next to his cock. Their rattle shook, their chest heaved, and those golden eyes dropped back to his groin, forked tongue flicked out over their bottom lip.
“Or that,” he gasped out. “You could do that too.”
An odd hum sounded in their throat, then they moved with lightning speed and efficiency. Shirt up. Shorts down. And then Cylene Zoia Vysov swallowed his dick in one go.
“Unholy fucking shitballs!” he cried, hands scrabbling for purchase on the counter behind him.
His brain was still trying to catch up to the reality of Cya on their knees—er, tail? Whatever. They were down there, and their mouth was on his dick, and it was warm and wet and—
“Oh my gods. Oh fuck. Cya, you… Shit.”
Crowding between his legs, Cya moaned as they took him almost all the way into their mouth. He wasn’t that long, but their throat still spasmed, making them choke loudly. Then they licked back up, caught their breath, and tried again.
It was messy and clumsy, like maybe they’d never actually done this before, but whatever they lacked in skill, they certainly made up for in enthusiasm.
They sucked and slurped and gagged, their forked tongue circling the head of his cock as their tail slowly wound up one of his legs until their vibrating rattle rubbed over his taint.
Their spit collected in the fine fur of his fuzzy sheath and smeared over their chin as they bobbed their head in an unpracticed, borderline desperate rhythm.
With nearly every descent, they choked, but instead of deterring them, it seemed to solidify their determination to keep going, to do it harder, to get it right.
And Dex? At this point, he was just along for the ride.
Head back, he gasped at the ceiling as he resisted the urge to thrust into their greedy mouth.
They were clearly new at this, and he didn’t want to hurt them or choke them, even if they seemed plenty keen to choke themself.
They were moaning louder than he was, and their rattle continued to shake and vibrate as it rubbed between his legs, then further back.
“Oh, that’s new,” he panted as it pressed to his asshole and shook, then it snaked up to circle the base of his tail. It squeezed, and his knees nearly gave out. “Fuck, Cya. So good, baby.”
They whimpered—whether from the praise or the pet name, he didn’t know—but they bobbed their head faster, took him deeper, choked louder. Everything was hot and wet and sloppy, and Dex couldn’t stop himself from cupping the back of their head and tangling his fingers in their hair.
“You’re doing so good. You feel so good.”
A full body tremor wracked through them, and Cya groaned. Okay, praise it was. Good to know.
Their hands rubbed frantically over his thighs and gasped at his hips, then slipped between his legs to massage the swell of his balls.
There was no finesse, no plan, just disjointed actions and instinctual movements.
Their continuous moan vibrated down his shaft and into his sack, and his knot started to swell at the base of his dick with his impending orgasm.