Chapter 14 #3
“Banjo?” He blinks down at me, though it doesn’t do anything to clear that glazed look.
“Mhm?” he hums, shooting me a dopey grin. I force my face to remain neutral, no matter how contagious his smile is.
“Are you alright?” I ask, biting my lower lip. Maybe I went too far with my tail. I honestly hadn’t realized what was happening until it was already over.
“Yeah, I think,” Banjo replies as he slides his arms around my waist. “Just got a little light headed, that’s all. Probably stood up too fast.”
He leans into me more heavily, dipping his head to bury his face against my neck.
I fail to hold back my chuckle. I’d apologize if Banjo seemed at all upset.
Luckily, he doesn’t, so I focus on finally ridding him of his pants.
The hook and loop keeping them tight around his waist comes free without issue, but the rest of the fabric is too wet to come down easily.
Probably because he’s not wearing any undergarments. I glare up at him.
“Are you completely against wearing proper attire, or did you run out of clean undergarments again?” I ask with a little scoff. Banjo looks down, laughing lightly. As usual, he doesn’t seem even the slightest bit ashamed.
“I tried wearin’ ‘em with my boxers, but they got all bunched up,” he explains as he turns his attention back to me. I don’t reply, too busy attempting to get his pants off. Why did I agree to do this again? It was his bad decision; he should be the one to deal with the consequences.
Eventually, I wiggle his pants down his hips until they’re low enough to slide the rest of the way off. Or at least, they would if he didn’t still have his boots on. They’re the black lace-up kind like mine, instead of the brown boots he normally wears.
I slowly back him up to the bed. He lets me guide him without any issues and falls back onto the mattress. I finish undressing him before kneeling between his spread legs. Banjo shifts back to give me more room when he realizes what I’m doing.
“Disgusting human,” I scold as I look over his half hard cock. Before Banjo, I had no idea how messy humans are. He seems to leak constantly when he’s aroused.
His cock and balls are coated in his seed, and it sticks to the patch of hair at the base of his shaft. As I study him, the flushed head of his cock peeks out from his foreskin. I toy with the soft, stretchy skin, pushing it back until the head is fully revealed. Interesting.
Banjo, who had been propped up on his elbows to look at me, collapses back against the bed with a groan. “Never knew a fella lookin’ at me could make me so horny,” he mutters, throwing one arm over his eyes to block out the glare from the overhead lighting.
Since he’s no longer watching me, I dip my head down and lick up a bit of the sticky release off his shaft. It’s bitter, but not unpleasant. Banjo’s hips twitch up at the contact, and he lets out another one of those low groans.
I take that as a sign to continue, so I do, dipping my head down to lick and suck at his balls until they’re reasonably clean. Banjo writhes under the attention, saying something the translator doesn’t catch. I glance up at him.
“Do you want me to stop?” Now that I’ve learned human men typically only come once—yet more evidence of their overall inferiority as a species—I try not to overwhelm him with my own desire.
I can be patient, if absolutely necessary, and Banjo has proven he’s fine focusing entirely on me.
But there’s still much about Banjo’s body left to explore.
The last thing I want to do is pass up a perfect opportunity.
“No, ‘m good,” Banjo replies, his breath already coming quickly again. I make a small sound in acknowledgement, refocusing my attention on cleaning up the mess he’s made of himself.
By the time I’m finished lapping up his release, a new dribble of pre-cum works its way down his length. I let out an irritated huff before quickly licking it up.
Banjo laughs in response, the sound dazed and breathy. “You’re fightin’ a battle you ain’t gon’ win, babe.”
I glance up at him, brows drawn down. I resent that statement. There’s absolutely no fight I would ever get in that I couldn’t win. “It’s not my fault you insist on…leaking everywhere!”
“I mean, it is kinda your fault,” he tells me. I take in a scandalized gasp that only makes his laughter grow louder. “I wouldn’t be leakin’ like that if you didn’t turn me on so dang much!” That softens my frown, as usual. Apparently, I’m a sucker for flattery, at least when it comes from Banjo.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, moving up his body until I’m hovering over him. His smile is soft and easy, different from the one he kept flashing on stage. This kind of smile is just for me. “You think I’m…what is it that humans say?” I tilt my head, trying to remember. “Hot?”
Banjo used the word to describe Mass and when he attempted to explain “daddies” to me, but he’s never used it to describe me directly. He’s called me all kinds of other things: pretty, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful. Never hot. Is there a difference?
Banjo answers before I can dwell on the thought for too long.
“Tav, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen," he promises me. I bask in the compliment, even if I won’t allow my expression to show it.
“Yes, you’re hot. So, so hot. All day I’ve been thinkin’ about how I couldn’t wait to be with you again. ”
He leans up, capturing my lips in a kiss as hot as he claims I am. He breaks it far before I’m finished. “Let me prove it to you.” I consider it for a moment before shrugging and flopping to lie next to him on the bed. Banjo lets out an affectionate laugh. “You’re such a pillow princess.”
I smirk up at him, stretching out across the large bed. Based on context, I have a feeling that means something more in human than what the translator says, but I don’t care.
“If you want to treat me like royalty, you’re more than welcome to,” I hum. “In fact, I encourage it.” I motion towards my very erect cock. It’s been far too long since it's gotten attention. “Let’s see you try to impress me.”