Sleep-Sexxing
Chapter twenty-three
Cya
As exhausted as they were, Cya didn’t sleep well.
Dex’s bed was small in general, but with both of them on it, it was impossibly cramped.
Plus, Cya had never shared a bed with anyone before, except for a few choice friends back when they, well, had friends.
Certainly, never with a lover. Certainly, never with a lover like Dex, who ran hot as a furnace and, apparently, loved to cuddle.
Not that they disliked his warmth or his arms around them. They wanted the closeness, the reassurance of his affection. They were simply unaccustomed to sleeping while entirely embalmed in foreign limbs and fur.
Around two in the morning, they wriggled around to reposition and tried curling their lower half around Dex’s leg and waist to add more mattress space for the rest of them, and it helped. One arm around his shoulders, the other thrown over their head, they managed to drift off to sleep.
They were able to sleep deeply until they were rudely awoken by the front door of the flat shutting loudly. Since Jasmyn wouldn’t hear her and Dex clearly slept like the dead, Dex’s mom shuffled noisily around the kitchen, ignorant of Cya’s presence and inability to sleep through the racket.
Flattening Dex’s ears with a hand, they peered at his alarm clock. A little after six in the morning. They rubbed at their itchy eyes and ran a hand through their ratty hair, faltering when their fingers caught on something flaky and somehow sticky.
Horrified, they brought the chunk of hair in front of their face to examine the substance. Oh dear gods, it was cum. They had slept with cum in their hair!
They inspected the rest of their hair, neck, and face as best they could without a mirror, and they found a few more specks in their hair and even some on the skin behind their ear—which, honestly, how?
It was one thing to get cum on them in the heat of the moment, but to feel it dried and tacky on them now was not it.
Carefully, they extricated themself from Dex’s arms and rose from the bed. Dead to the world, Dex slept on, snoring in soft little puffs, ear twitching as he dreamed. They bent down and kissed his button nose, and his short whiskers spasmed.
After ensuring Ellyn had retired to her bedroom, Cya snuck to the bathroom and showered, donning Dex’s shirt again after they finished.
They used their finger to brush their teeth, then swished more mouthwash.
Since they didn’t have any of their beauty supplies or face creams, they rubbed some generic lotion into their skin and braided their hair.
Back in Dex’s room, they smiled down at the snoring Lupyn, half his big body hanging off the side of the mattress.
His tail swished every now and then, his ears constantly twitching, and affection flooded Cya’s chest. They moved to the foot of the bed and carefully fit themself in the tiny space available between Dex and the wall.
Situated on their side, they tucked their hands under their cheek and studied his sleeping face.
He looked younger like this, boyish and innocent, like the world hadn’t yet sank its claws into him.
Sure, he acted carefree, but they knew he carried the burden of providing for his family and protecting his sister, all while he got an education and held down a job and trained hard at dyscus.
Yet, he’d still made time to tutor them, an ungrateful, spiteful brat who’d hated him.
They didn’t deserve his friendship or his affection, but now that they had it, they were too selfish to ever give it up.
Which meant they had to work even harder to become someone worthy of it, someone worthy of him.
They leaned in and pressed their forehead to his, soft fur tickling their brow. Closing their eyes, they breathed in and released it on a sigh.
Like he could sense their presence, even in unconsciousness, Dex mumbled in Lupali and tucked his head under their chin, face pressed to the hollow of their throat as he curled his arms between their torsos. His knuckles brushed their nipple, and a flash of heat zipped down their spine.
They huffed and settled as comfortably as they could, being pinned to the wall and all, and played with the longer hair on the back of his head. Dex hummed, his tail fluttering, and his knuckle brushed over their nipple again. With a conscious effort, they resisted the urge to push into the touch.
Their nipples had always been sensitive, but they’d survived years without being touched by another person and their whole life without being pleased by another person. They could live through the next hour just fine.
At some point in the, hopefully, near future, Cya wanted to experience everything with Dex. Even if they didn’t know how to do everything right the first time, they would learn; he had already proven himself a patient teacher, after all.
A nose pushed into their pulse point, prodding, and they tilted their head to give the sleeping Lupyn better access.
Dex growled happily, crowding into them until they felt his morning erection against their front through the fabric of his sleep shorts.
He was too low to add pressure where they needed, but they still enjoyed the surge of pride that, once again, they’d turned him on.
Lips grazed over the hollow of their throat, his knuckle circling their peaked nipple, and Cya opened their eyes, already smiling at his audacity. “You’re awake.”
The head under their chin shook back and forth. “No,” Dex said, voice gravelly with sleep.
“You sneaky bastard,” they teased, and he snickered, tongue darting out to taste the skin of their pulse point. “I should push you out of bed.”
“But I’m still sleeping; I can’t be held responsible for what I do when I sleep… sex?”
Cya burst into laughter. “Sleep sex?”
“Like sleep walking,” he reasoned as he nuzzled the neckline of the shirt they wore. “But sex. Sleep sexxing.”
“I didn’t realize you suffered from sexsomnia.”
“Psh, you and your fancy words. Mine are better.”
“How is sleep-sexxing—”
“You’re ruining the mood.” Dex pouted against their collarbone.
“Until you brush your teeth, there is no mood,” they declared resolutely, and he pressed his mouth to their skin and blew, making a fart noise. “Ah, well, that certainly changes my mind.”
He smiled, teeth hard on their collarbone. “I’m just that sexy.”
Backing up enough to look at them with sleepy eyes, he smiled, and they smiled back. They smoothed his wild eyebrows and the pillow lines in his cheek fur. He turned his face and nuzzled their hand, kissing their palm.
“Morning,” he whispered.
“Good morning.”
“You took a shower, didn’t you?” he asked in an accusatory tone. “I like that you used my soap, but I’d like it better if you smelled like my—me,” he corrected quickly. “If you just smelled like me.”
Their cheeks flamed at his verbal slip and what it meant. His cum. He wanted Cya to smell like his cum, and for some reason, that… did things to them.
Dex must have smelled their reaction, because he stiffened, eyes darkening, and the morning erection trapped against their hip twitched. Slowly, his lips spread in a vain smirk, and he stroked a fingertip down the center of their chest between their now-fully peaked nipples.
“You like that, highness?” he asked, studying their face as his finger followed the small chain connecting their nipple piercings to their belly ring. “Smelling like me. Knowing everyone else would smell me on you too. They’d wonder about all the dirty things you did to get that way.”
They were burning again, their skin prickling, their breath catching. Dex circled their left nipple, not close enough to satisfy but enough to tease, to make them want. With an embarrassing whimper, they bit down on their bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut.
“Do you like that, Cya?” he asked again, breath hot on their jaw.
And they did. Gods help them, they did like that. It was perverse, but maybe that was part of why it turned them on so much. They’d spent their life striving to be perfect, to be good and proper because it was demanded of them.
Cylene was supposed to be a girl who did as she was told and followed the path marked out for her. She was to be polite and poised and genteel. She was supposed to fall in line and, above all, be good.
But Cya didn’t want to be good. Good led to molds that never fit and shapes they could never copy. It left them feeling cold and empty and lonely. Good was so fucking boring; they were so godsdamned tired of being good.
So they nodded and said, “Yes. I like that.”
Dex gasped against their throat, like he hadn’t actually expected them to agree, and he lifted his mismatched gaze to meet their eyes.
He captured their chin and traced their bottom lip with his thumb, pressing against the soft flesh.
They flicked their forked tongue over the digit, and a rumble vibrated from his chest and into theirs.
When he prodded at their lip again, they opened, taking his thumb into their mouth entirely.
They moaned at the salty taste of his skin, sucking hungrily until he hit the back of their tongue.
They gagged instinctually, which only made them want him deeper, and they made a noise of distress when he tried to pull back.
Cautiously, Dex slid his thumb back toward their throat, and they went limp, nostrils flaring with every desperate breath.
He made them choke again, and they fisted their hands in his fur with a broken sound of pleasure.
With a dangerous smirk, he pumped his thumb in and out of their mouth a few times, like he was demonstrating how he’d fuck their mouth with his cock, and they shuddered.
“I want you to come,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Can I go down on you?”
Cya shook their head, and he frowned. Not in displeasure or disapproval, but in confusion. He removed his thumb, bringing a mortifying whine from them, but he quickly replaced it with his mouth. He kissed them, hard and a little sloppy, tasting sour from sleep.