Sleep-Sexxing #2
“You need to brush your teeth,” they mumbled against his lips, and he huffed in exasperation.
“Really? That’s what you’re concerned about right now?
” he griped, and when they nodded, he snorted and kissed them again, closed-mouthed this time.
“Fine. I’ll brush my teeth in a second. But first, why don’t you want me to go down on you?
It’s okay if that’s a boundary, I’m just curious. Do you not enjoy it?”
“I don’t know if I enjoy it. I’ve never really done any of this before. Unless you count a few handjobs, and reading a lot of smut books,” they added in an attempt at levity.
Dex laughed, peppering their face with little kisses until they were laughing too. “That’s hot and adorable.”
He shifted their position until they lay more on their back with his torso hovering over them. His eyes roamed over their face, like he was trying to memorize them, as he undid their braid and sifted his fingers through their hair.
“I won’t ever do anything you don’t want, and if you never want me to touch you there, that’s okay.” He traced their brows, then down the flat bridge of their nose. “But I gotta ask: do you not want me to go down on you because you’re afraid I won’t like what I find down there?”
Sometimes, they hated how clearly he could see them, but they also loved him for it too. They stared at his chin, unable to meet his gaze as they shrugged.
“There were surgeries, when I was a baby,” they whispered as they traced his lips with their fingertips. “To try and fix things. There were complications, and not everything healed well. I have scars.”
He puckered his lips against the pads of their fingers. “Does it hurt?”
They shook their head. “Opposite.”
“What do you mean?” he asked gently.
Horribly embarrassed now, they swallowed thickly and ran their fingers down his throat and over the top of his chest. “They removed parts of my—of me. So I’d look more like a girl. But now, with the scar tissue and the missing pieces, sensation is dulled.”
“I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have done that to you when you were too little to consent,” he said, and they blinked away the responding tears. “Can you still come? Last night, I thought you did.”
“I was very aroused, which makes a difference, obviously.” They shaped his prominent pecs without looking at him; it was easier to speak candidly that way. “And I’ve figured out what works.”
His knuckle tapped under their chin, then hooked and pushed, forcing them to look at him. “I’d really like it if you showed me sometime.”
A flush of heat bubbled under their skin, and it was only forty percent embarrassment. “You want to watch me touch myself?”
Dex’s grin was all teeth. “Yeah, baby, I’d love to watch you touch yourself. Then you can teach me how, so I can make you come too. Only if you want me to,” he added, so sweetly.
“I don’t know,” they said honestly.
“That’s okay.” His forehead rested on theirs. “Can I make you feel good in other ways?”
Slowly, they nodded. “My nipples are very sensitive. Like, there’s been a few times that I was able to, um, climax that way,” they told him, and his eyes brightened with interest. “Which I know is kind of weird.”
“Not weird.” He shook his head, lowering his hand to circle their areola through the shirt. “Hot. Like, really hot.”
They smiled, gasping as he grazed the barest touch over their nipple. “Oh. Good. That’s… good.”
“Maybe”—he flicked their peaked nub with his fingernail, making them mewl—“I could go brush my teeth, and when I come back, we could try that?”
Their hands fisted in the short, downy fur of his chest as they trembled. “What about your sister? She’ll be awake soon.”
“She knows not to come into my room.”
His hips flexed, rubbing his erection into the curve of their hip as he boldly cupped their breast, thumb rolling over their nipple in earnest. Cya moaned, arching into him as pleasure rushed through their veins and settled low in their belly.
“Dex,” they gasped, and he growled in satisfaction.
He surged back in to kiss them, but their lips barely met before his alarm blared through the room, shattering the moment. They both groaned in disappointment, and Dex flopped over on the mattress, smacking the alarm clock harder than was probably necessary.
Throwing an arm over his eyes, he pouted like a little kid deprived of their favorite candy. “How irresponsible would I be if I skipped the game today to stay in bed and sex you up?”
With a full-belly laugh, Cya propped themself up on an elbow, peeking at the tent in his shorts where his erection strained against the fabric. A small damp spot darkened the material near the tip of his dick, his pre-cum soaking through, and pride filled their belly.
“Pretty irresponsible, I’d say,” they said, and he scowled up at them.
“But… sex,” he whined.
“How about you come over to mine after the game?” they suggested, fingers tip-toeing down his sternum to the ridges of his abs. “We can take advantage of my big, empty house.”
His dick twitched in his shorts. “I like that plan.”
Leaning down, they kissed him, pulling away before he could lick into their mouth. “Get up and get dressed.”
He grumbled but obeyed. Cya laid back down, cushioning their head on their arms as he rose from the bed and stretched. The muscles of his back strained and rolled, and they ogled him unabashedly.
With no preamble, he dropped his shorts to the floor, and Cya squeaked in shock, half-hiding their face in their arms. They peeked, of course, but they tried not to. They wanted to be respectful, after all.
“I don’t care if you see me,” Dex said easily as he tossed the shorts into his laundry hamper. “I can even pose if you want.”
He cycled through several body-builder poses, each more ridiculous than the last, and his complete lack of shame or insecurity was a breath of fresh air. Cya laughed and settled more comfortably on the bed, allowing themself to drink in his powerful physique.
His pale peach erection was retreating back into the protective fuzzy sheath between his legs, and they wanted to coil up between his spread knees and lie with their face buried in the fur of his groin.
They’d adored the weight of his thick cock on their tongue, the contrast of soft skin over hardened flesh as their lips stretched around him.
Apparently, they were really into sucking dick, and they couldn’t wait to do it again.
Shame tried to wriggle in to steal the happy glow in their belly, but they fought it.
Dex said that they didn’t have to be ashamed, that their desire was sexy.
He’d said that their enthusiasm—ahem, desperation—last night had been hot.
It was probably still depraved that they wanted him to pull their hair and make them choke on his cock until they cried, but they knew he wouldn’t judge them. Maybe he’d enjoy it as much as they would, and they could be perverted sex fiends together.
“What are you smirking about?” he asked as he tugged a tank top over his head and stepped into a clean pair of workout shorts.
“I want to be sex fiends together,” they said in hopes of shocking him, giggling when he barked a laugh.
Approaching the bed, he leaned down and fisted his hands on the mattress. “I think we probably have different definitions of what makes someone a sex fiend, but I’ll happily be a sex fiend with you. You know, within reason.”
“We’ll discuss hard limits later,” they teased.
“Wow, using big boy words. I’m impressed.”
“I told you I read a lot of smut,” they said, and he lunged in to kiss them. They swallowed his laughter and kissed him back.
“How about you start your sex-fiendery right now,” he growled against their lips.
“That’s not a word,” they said, flicking their tongue over his bottom lip.
“It is now.” He held himself high enough to make eye contact. “I want you to come in my bed.”
Cya inhaled sharply at that, rattle clicking. “What?”
“After I’m gone, I want you to get yourself off in my bed, in my shirt, on my sheets,” he purred, dragging his nose over their cheek. “So when I get home, I’ll smell you everywhere.”
“Dex Triever, you absolute degenerate,” they said as he drew the tip of his tongue over their top lip.
“Will you?” he asked, eyes glittering with excitement and amusement. “Will you do that for me, highness?”
Pressing their lips together, they nodded, and he rumbled his approval, capturing their mouth in a filthy kiss.
“Good,” he said when they parted. “I’ll see you at your place after the game.”
“It’s a date.”
“Sex date,” he corrected, and they rolled their eyes.
After they pecked his mouth again, they lifted a hand. “Sex date high-five?”
“Oh my gods,” he breathed in awe, tail wagging enthusiastically behind him. “A sex date high-five is, like, all I’ve ever wanted.”
He high-fived them reverently, and, laughing, they drew him down into one last kiss.
“Boom,” they whispered against his lips, and he sighed dreamily.
“Boom.”