Chapter 27 #2
“I missed you too,” I admit, hands sliding down to undo Banjo’s pants. I shove them and his undergarments down in one fell swoop. “Now get in the shower. I’m not doing anything more until I’ve at least brushed my teeth.”
Banjo nods, twisting to turn the water on. I reach around him for my toothbrush and quickly brush and rinse. By the time I spit, I’m already feeling a thousand times better. I’ll feel even more like myself once I’m clean.
Banjo pulls me under the warm water. There’s not an inch of space between our bodies, though I’m unsure if it’s because of the size of the shower or Banjo’s undeniable need for closeness. The tight fit doesn’t bother me. The fact that Banjo is currently blocking the stream of water does.
“Why do you have to be so tall?” I complain, though it's hard to stay angry when there’s water sluicing down Banjo’s broad shoulders.
Why haven’t we ever done this before? I suddenly want to take all my showers with him, no matter how inconvenient it may be.
“Actually, never mind. I suddenly find myself not caring.”
Banjo laughs and carefully switches our positions so I’m taking the brunt of the spray. I can’t help but groan when the hot water hits my back, massaging tense muscles. I close my eyes and tip my head back to fully enjoy the moment.
Banjo is enjoying the moment too. I can feel his eyes on me. His gaze is almost as hot as his touch. He’s had at least one hand on me since we came into the bathroom.
“Tav?”
I tilt my head just enough so the water won’t get in my eyes as I crack one open. “Yes, darling?”
Banjo nibbles on his lower lip, his face flushed from more than the warm water. “Can…Can I suck your cock? Please?”
My head rolls all the way forward so I’m looking directly at him.
He looks desperate for it. Like he might break in two if I say no.
“I don’t think I can get an erection,” I warn him, pushing past the shame accompanying the admission.
If our heated makeout session didn’t have my cock filling, it’s likely nothing can.
“I’m not operating at my best right now. ”
“I know.” Banjo sinks to his knees in front of me, nuzzling at the crease of my thigh and groin before I can stop him.
I haven’t even had the chance to wash yet.
It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. “I need you inside me. Hard or not, I don’t care.
I’ll be real gentle, Tav, baby, please.”
Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he looks up at me. These past two weeks were far harder on him than I thought. He needs the reminder that he’s mine. That I’ll take care of his needs, no matter what they are.
“Alright, darling,” I whisper, running wet fingers through his hair. He leans forward, mouth open, but I tighten my grip on his curls to keep him still. The whine he lets out in response sends a shiver through me. “Not yet. I need to clean up first.”
Banjo slumps back against the wall with a sigh.
“I guess that’s reasonable,” he mutters.
He watches as I grab the soap, running it all over my body as quickly as I can.
I don’t like making Banjo wait for the things he needs, especially when he’s like this.
Plus, I can always give myself a more thorough wash later.
Once I’m certain all the soap is rinsed off, I motion him forward.
“Come here.” He does as I say, mouth opening just enough for me to guide my soft cock into it.
The breath he lets out is so full of relief it breaks my heart a little, and I promise myself I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he’s never parted from me again.
Banjo doesn’t suck me, not really. He just holds my cock in his warm mouth.
It’s more enjoyable than I imagined. Pleasant little tingles shoot through me.
Not quite arousal, but something softer.
Warmer. “Mm, yes, that’s my good boy,” I praise, stroking his hair.
Banjo lets out a pleased sound that’s muffled around my cock.
Once I’m certain Banjo is happy and as comfortable as he can be on his knees in the shower, I turn my attention to my own comfort. I take my time washing and conditioning my hair, using blunt nails to work out all the grime that built up on my scalp over the last couple of weeks.
Banjo stays exactly where he is. When my full length becomes too much for him, he pulls back to nurse on the head before eventually swallowing me down again. I fantasize about spending the rest of my life like this, with my cock buried down Banjo’s throat, as I rinse conditioner from my hair.
With that task completed, I turn my attention back to Banjo.
It takes a little work to adjust the showerhead enough to hit him, but I manage to wet his hair enough to shampoo it.
I massage his scalp as I work it into a lather, nails scraping against skin.
Banjo leans into the contact, his eyes hooded as he basks in my attention.
It’s so nice I hate for it to be over, but all good things must come to an end. I tap his cheek to get him to release my now half-hard cock. A bit of drool leaks from the corner of his mouth, and I manage to swipe it away with my thumb before the water can get it.
“All good?” I ask. Banjo shoots me a dopey grin before nodding. My eyes trail down his chest and stomach. His hard cock sticks out from his body, the trail of precum so long it nearly reaches the floor. I can’t help but smirk down at him. “Did you enjoy yourself, darling?”
Banjo’s cheeks grow even redder. “Yeah,” he replies, the word slurred. Now that I’m not staring at his cock, I notice his eyes are glassy. Looks like someone is floating. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“Oh, look at you, behaving yourself.” I tangle my fingers into his hair so I can roughly jerk his head back. The moan he makes is deliciously obscene. “Do you feel better now that you finally had my cock buried inside you again?”
Banjo’s hips jerk, his cock bobbing in front of him.
It’s flushed as red as his face. His lips are parted too, his breaths coming in short, shallow bursts as he hangs on to my every word.
“You’re such a desperate, needy little thing.
I’m surprised a cockslut like you could survive being away from me for two entire weeks.
” My tail slides around his throat. “Unless, of course, you were letting someone else fill your greedy holes.”
“No!” Banjo gasps. My grip on his throat tightens, not enough to restrict his airflow, but enough to remind him exactly who he belongs to. Just in case he’s forgotten whose collar he’s wearing. “No one else, Tav. Ever. Only you. Only you for my entire life, I swear. I’m only yours.”
“I believe you, sweet boy,” I coo, the tip of my tail trailing along his jaw. His mouth falls open in invitation, but I resist the urge to bury my tail in his mouth. “Get up.”
Banjo scrambles to his feet on shaking legs.
He bumps into me so many times I eventually grip his hips to steady him.
“Good. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall.” Banjo glances for the briefest moment down at my cock, and I make a disapproving sound.
“None of that tonight, you needy whore. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll be happy about it. ”
“S-sorry,” Banjo stammers, twisting around so fast he would have fallen if the shower stall had been any larger. It’s not, thankfully, and he quickly manages to catch himself on the wall. I push on his lower back until he arches, presenting his backside for me. Perfect.
“Sorry what?” I ask as I slick two fingers up with soap.
I’d love to give him more, but I know this won’t last long.
I’d be disappointed if I didn’t know there’d be plenty of time to play with Banjo’s perfect hole later.
Now is about getting Banjo off. About making him feel so good his legs give out.
Banjo pauses. I wait patiently for him to figure out what I want. “Oh!” I chuckle as it finally clicks. “Sorry, sir.”
“That’s it, pretty boy. That’s all I want from you.” I slowly push one finger into him, groaning softly as he stretches to accommodate me. I pause when I’m in to the first knuckle and glance up to check on Banjo. I can’t see his expression, but his tense shoulders tell me everything I need to know.
“Relax, darling,” I whisper, trailing my fingers down his spine. He shivers, and his body relaxes around me. “Yes. Let me play with my hole.” I push my finger in just a bit further before I start pumping it in and out of him, going deeper with each thrust.
“Yes,” Banjo moans, his head falling forward with a thunk against the shower wall. “It’s your hole. All yours.”
I hum in response, leaning over him as I work the second finger in. I pepper his shoulders with kisses. Unlike me, Banjo’s back is smooth. Unmarred. Good. I’d never want Banjo to experience the excruciating pain I did.
Once both fingers easily slide in and out, I curl them to brush against that little nub. Banjo’s reaction is immediate. He gasps, clenching around me.
“Tav, oh baby, yes. Right there,” he babbles, rocking back against me. I grip his hip to hold him still, focusing all my attention on his prostate. He’s so sensitive here. Some days, he can come with only the slightest bit of pressure against it.
I enjoy Banjo’s mostly incoherent chanting as I massage his prostate, changing up the pressure to keep him on his toes. Literally. And then, his rambling forms words besides yes and Tav.
“Bite me,” Banjo groans, his head falling to the side to offer his neck to me. “Hard. Need it, babe. Tav, please.”
I run my tongue along my teeth, lingering on my fangs. How hard is hard? I’ve nipped Banjo plenty, but I’ve never fully bitten him. The thought makes me ache. Absolutely nothing sounds better than sinking my teeth into his flesh.
“Where?” I ask, as if it’s not obvious. I run my fingers down the curve of his throat to land right above his collar. “Here?” Banjo nods eagerly, words too difficult over his heavy breathing. “You want me to bite you right here?”
“Yes,” Banjo forces out. I pause all movement until he adds a quick, “sir!” As soon as the word has left his lips, I sink my teeth into his throat, not stopping until warm blood fills my mouth. Banjo’s scream bounces around the tiny shower, louder even than the running water.
I worry I’ve gone too far until I realize he’s coming.
Thick streams of seed shoot from his completely untouched cock to coat the shower wall.
I move my fingers quickly to work him through it, my mouth still attached to his throat.
For some reason, I’m struggling to let go, at least until his body goes limp against the shower wall.
My hand falls away as I carefully dislodge my fangs. Banjo whimpers when I run my tongue over the fresh mark. Thankfully, it doesn’t appear to be actively bleeding. Hopefully it’ll scar so he’ll carry it forever.
“Tav,” Banjo sighs once he gets his feet under him enough to lean back against me.
It’s slightly awkward considering our height difference, but I don’t mind.
If he’s good, I’m good. “That was so hot.” His head falls back to bump against mine, and he lets out a drunken little giggle as his temple brushes one horn.
“Your fangs felt so dang good. Like my own sexy vampire.” The last word he says doesn’t translate.
I’ll have to ask Stells what a vampire is later.
“Come on, let’s get you dried off and in bed,” I tell him, turning the water off before guiding him out of the shower. Water drips from me onto the floor. I barely even notice. I’m too busy toweling Banjo dry to care about myself.
“You gotta eat, babe,” Banjo mutters as he nuzzles against my neck. Well. That’s definitely not helping him dry off any faster, since I’m still dripping. “Let me fix you somethin’ while you dry off and get dressed.”
The idea of Banjo being out of my sight makes my hackles rise. It doesn’t matter that he’s only going to be in the next room or that I’ll still be able to see him from where I am.
He’s right though. I do need to eat if I’m going to regain my strength. And since regaining my strength means getting back to having nonstop sex with Banjo, the choice is simple.
“Fine,” I sigh, tossing Banjo his towel. He scrubs it over his hair before tying it around his waist. “Only if you make me something incredible.”
Banjo grins at me over his shoulder as he heads into the kitchen. “Are you tellin’ me you won’t eat whatever I fix, even if it ain’t?” I hesitate, and he laughs. Alright, he’s got me there. I would eat it, and happily, because I know it’ll make him happy.
And right now, there’s nothing in all the galaxies I care about more than Banjo’s happiness.