Chapter 19
Tavryn
My moment of being good is over. Now it’s time to be very, very bad.
Something about Banjo makes me absolutely feral.
I’m not normally like this. I don’t top.
I find it to be far too much work for only a relatively small payout.
But the idea of burying myself in Banjo’s body was so appealing, I just couldn’t help myself.
I wanted him. I needed him. Actually, I still want and need him.
I’ve had nowhere near my fill of his hot, tight body.
Banjo is limp and pliant beneath me in the absolute best way, his breath coming in harsh pants.
I should probably give him another moment to catch his breath.
I don’t. Once I’m certain he doesn’t need to use his safeword, my hips pick up their rough rhythm again.
He writhes under me, his knees attempting to slide further apart.
I yank him back up until he’s right where I want him.
“Oh no you don’t,” I growl, giving him a particularly hard thrust as a warning.
He makes this soft, pitiful little sound that sends all my predator instincts into overdrive.
“I know you have one more in you, even if I have to force it out.” I squeeze the fleshlight with my tail to prove a point, enjoying the squelching sound our cum makes as it oozes out around Banjo’s half hard cock.
“Tav, babe, no.” Banjo’s voice is breathy and strained, but he doesn’t stop rocking back against me. What a perfect little cockslut. “It ain’t happenin’.”
“It’s happening,” I assure him, groaning as his body clenches around me. He’s still so unbelievably tight, which means I’ll have to try harder. I won’t be satisfied until I leave him gaping.
“Noooooo!”
I give him a slap on the backside for being so whiny, smirking as his flesh jiggles. A time or two more and he’ll have an imprint of my hand on his cheek. It won’t be hard to come up with an excuse to give him a couple more smacks.
Banjo draws a sharp breath before letting out what almost sounds like a sob.
Oh. Oh. I desperately want to hear him make that sound again.
I briefly consider turning the suction feature back up on the toy but think better of it.
Although his earlier reaction was lovely, I have no doubt the second time will break him.
I can’t risk that happening until I’m ready.
So instead, I go with the second-best option to drive him wild: continuously pegging his prostate.
I trail my hands up his sides to his shoulders as I work myself in and out of him.
Then, I slide my arm around his body and pull him up to me, back to chest. The position is slightly awkward with our height difference—which I still refuse to acknowledge—but it allows me to drive up at the perfect angle for him to fully appreciate my ridged cock.
Banjo’s hands fly up to grip the arm I have wrapped around his chest, a variety of nonsensical syllables leaving his lips as each thrust forces him up into the toy. I slide the fleshlight along his cock in time with my movements, squeezing it to suck on his sensitive head.
The noises Banjo’s making turn into a chant of my name. I don’t think it’s ever sounded sweeter than it does coming from him. “Oh, Tav. Tavryn. Tav!”
“That’s it, darling. Just let go,” I mutter, peppering his back with kisses. By this point, I’m struggling to keep both my voice and my pace even.
I slide my hand up until my fingers wrap around Banjo’s throat.
Though I don’t press hard enough to restrict his breathing, I get my point across.
Banjo goes limp in my arms, his head falling nearly all the way back until it’s bumping against mine.
He reaches back and around to tangle his fingers into my long hair.
It seems to be the only thing that’s currently keeping him upright.
“Tell me,” Banjo begs. His cheeks are flushed and streaked with tears. I can’t wait to lick each drop off of his pretty face. “Please, Tav, please.” He’s doing so well that I give in and tell him what he so desperately needs to hear.
“You are such a good boy.” I grunt as I rock my hips against him harder and faster.
I’m close, close enough that it’s becoming difficult for me to control my tail.
All it wants to do is thrash, but I force it to shove the fleshlight down until Banjo’s cock is fully sheathed in it. “And now you’re going to come for me.”
Before Banjo draws his next breath, the tip of my tail presses the switch at the base of the toy to turn it back on.
Banjo goes rigid in my arms, and his mouth opens in a silent scream as the fleshlight rips another release out of him.
I double my own efforts, my cock pulsing as I drive up into him once, twice, before my own release tears through me.
I bury my face against Banjo’s back, groaning as shocks of pleasure work their way through my system.
Banjo is fully crying now, so I carefully turn the toy off and let it fall to the bed to be dealt with later.
“Shhhh,” I soothe, my hips still jerking into him in aborted little thrusts.
He manages to relax once his cock is free, and I guide him down to the bed.
The change in position has my cock sliding out of him.
I miss the heat of him around me already.
Once he’s comfortable, I move to straddle his chest so I can look down at him. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen his face. He looks absolutely wrecked, eyes watery and lips red and swollen from where he’s obviously been biting them.
He’s never been more attractive.
“Look at you,” I whisper, leaning down to trail soft kisses up his neck. “You look positively debauched.” A few stray tears remain, and I eagerly gather them up on the tip of my tongue. Mm. Delicious.
“I’m pretty sure I’m dead,” Banjo sighs, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoys my attention. “You killed me with your cock and that…that thing.” He shudders when he mentions the fleshlight. “Sucked my soul right outta my dick.”
I chuckle, my nose brushing against Banjo’s jaw as he attempts to look down at his crotch. It doesn’t work, since I’m very much in his way. “Is my dick even still there? I swear that thing tugged it right off.”
I slide my hand down, giving Banjo’s soft cock a gentle squeeze. “Still there, darling.” He’s being ridiculous. I hate how cute it is. It was easy to tell myself it was just sex during the moment, but this? This is about as far from “just sex” as one can get.
“Good,” Banjo says with a relieved sigh. “Because I wanna do it again.” I prop myself up a bit, arching a brow as I stare down at him in disbelief. He frowns up at me for a moment before huffing out a sheepish laugh. “Not right now. Definitely not right now.”
I nod, letting myself relax against him again. We should get up and clean both ourselves and the bed, but that can all be done later. The only thing I want to do now is soak up every moment of post-orgasmic bliss with him.
Eventually, Banjo’s growling stomach stirs us into action.
I take a quick turn in the bathroom, just rinsing off before throwing on my robe.
I itch to clean Banjo myself, but since the shower is barely big enough for me, that’s not a feasible option.
If only we’d done this back on Qauvela when we had access to a giant soaking tub.
Lesson learned, I suppose. Maybe on the way back to Earth, I’ll find somewhere with enough room to thoroughly pamper him.
While Banjo is in the shower, I change out the dirty bedding and throw it in the wash.
If I can’t take care of Banjo the way I really want, I’ll have to settle for this.
It doesn’t feel like enough. I glance towards the bathroom door, which Banjo has of course left open a crack to “let the steam out.” It’s an open invitation, I’m sure it is, but one I resist taking.
He’s singing, his voice loud, clear, and unconcerned.
He’s totally fine. This feeling gnawing at my gut must just be hunger. Banjo isn’t the only one who didn’t eat much for lunch.
Banjo is out of the shower by the time the food has warmed through.
We decide to be less formal and settle on the couch, one of us on each end.
It’s small, really built for one, so there’s not much space between us.
I find myself gravitating closer to him as I get comfortable.
Clearly Banjo is taking up too much space, which is then forcing me to sit close.
There’s no other explanation for this draw I’m feeling towards him.
“Mm, I’m pretty sure this tastes better now than when I first made it,” Banjo says, smacking his lips appreciatively. I stare at him, at a complete loss for how someone can be so strange and yet so attractive at the same time. “It’s kinda spicy though.”
I snort, taking a bite of my food. The “curry,” as Banjo called it, is flavorful, but definitely doesn’t have any kind of heat to it. Unless by “spicy” he means it has spices in it. I’m not entirely sure which translation is correct.
“If you think this is spicy, I would suggest avoiding most of the food on Vocarie.” It’s the first time I’ve spoken to him about my home, and I’m honestly not sure why I brought it up now.
I typically avoid the subject, as it often leads to questions like “why did you leave?” that I’m not interested in answering.
“They grow a large variety of hot peppers there, and they aren’t afraid to use them. ”
Banjo laughs lightly. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind if I’m ever there.” He falls quiet, staring at his mostly empty bowl. I frown at him. This sudden melancholy is uncharacteristic.
“What?” I demand, wondering if my earlier concern about Banjo was necessary after all. If he’s not feeling well after our time together, I need to know so I can address it. Not because I care for him; it’s just the right thing to do. “What’s wrong?”