More Than Meets the Eye
Chapter twenty-four
Dex
On the train to Pride, Dex received a voice note from Cya. He already had his earphones connected, listening to his “Get Pumped!” playlist, so he paused his music and started the voice message.
A sexy moan filled his ears, and he sat up straighter in his seat and punched the Pause button. He double-checked that his Bluetooth was still connected so the passengers around him couldn’t hear, and when he was confident he could safely listen, he slumped low in his seat and pushed Play.
Heavy breathing, hitched and stuttered. Muffled moans, like they were biting their bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. Then a jingle of chain, followed by a higher pitched whimper.
Well, that was one way to go from flaccid to hard as stone in three seconds. His dick tented his gym shorts, and he curled up his legs, resting his knees on the seat in front of him to hide it as Cya continued to gasp in his ear.
He closed his eyes, letting his imagination fill in the blanks.
Cya stretched out on his bed, naked. Deep green tail flexing as their body rolled with pleasure.
Maybe they were plucking at the chain connecting their piercings to stimulate their nipples.
One hand was working… well, not between their legs, but rubbing the slit hiding under their scales, maybe?
Dismissing that detail, he focused on Cya’s face, thin lips parting with every gasp, eyes squeezed shut. Their chest heaved, fingers rolling pert nipples. He wanted to taste Cya there, tug on the barbell piercings with his teeth.
Cya’s gasps grew choppier, each moan louder and higher than the last.
They said, “Oh gods.”
They said, “Dex, I—”
They said, “Fuck!”
Then they groaned, long and throaty, half-muffled in Dex’s pillow or in their shoulder or under their palm.
He wanted to know what they looked like, whether their face went slack or screwed up in pleasure.
He wanted to kiss them and drink down their moans.
He wanted to taste their pleasure on his tongue.
His earphones crackled, then Cya’s voice came through, sated and smiling, “Now your sheets smell like me.”
The voice note ended, and Dex opened his eyes. He was embarrassingly hard, and he couldn’t wait to get home tonight and roll around in his dirty sheets. To other species, it was probably weird and embarrassing, but to Dex, it just made sense.
Cya was his now, so he needed to smell like them, and they needed to smell like him. It was pure logic.
As the train rolled to a stop in Pride station, Dex waited for the few other passengers around him to exit, then he quickly snapped a quick pic of his still-hard dick.
It wasn’t very artistic. The lighting was shit, and the angle was not the most flattering.
But he didn’t have many options, so he shrugged and sent it.
Thanks for this.
He tucked his boner into the elastic of his shorts and tugged his tank top down to cover it as much as possible. Then he awkwardly made his way to the tram.
Cya texted him back halfway to campus.
A dick pic on the train? Scandalous.
If I could jerk off without getting myself arrested, I would record it and send it to you as a thank-you for your voice note.
Pervert.
Don’t act like you don’t like it.
Their next message was a picture. Cya’s torso, his shirt that they’d slept in pulled up high to reveal almost everything.
Their bronze skin, flat stomach smattered with stray scales.
A curved golden bar through their belly button, connected to a gold chain that went up and up and up.
Then it forked, heading toward each nipple.
Of course, no nipple was visible, but it was close.
Could you be any hotter? You’re killing me here, highness. My boner was almost gone, but now it’s back.
Oops. *evil smile emoji
I’ve unlocked a sex monster.
It wasn’t until Dex was in the locker room, changing into his uniform that his phone chimed with their response.
Don’t act like you don’t like it.
They won their game against Gluttony by two points, which cemented their spot in the play-offs in a few weeks.
And if they worked hard and got lucky, they’d make it to the finals and hopefully walk away with the championship title in September.
The team celebrated in the locker room, but Dex was more interested in getting to Cya’s place for their sex date than chest-bumping his teammates.
After the perfunctory celebrations died down, Dex showered, cleaning thoroughly without being weird about it in front of his teammates.
He blow-dried and dressed quickly, then sprinted to the tram stop.
He texted Cya that he was on his way as he waited for the tram to arrive, but the message went unread.
Twenty minutes later, he stood outside Cya’s house.
The gate was open, so he headed to the front door and rang the bell.
Since their house was ginormous, he gave them time to get there, but when two full minutes had passed, he rang again.
When that resulted in the same, he pulled out his phone and called them.
They picked up on the third ring, and he said, “Um, I’m at your front door.”
“Oh shit!” Something clattered, and the speaker crackled. “Sorry, I was in my workshop and lost track of time. I’ll be right there.”
The line went dead, and the front door opened a minute later. Cya smiled sheepishly in apology as they moved aside to let him in, and Dex entered, giving them an appreciative onceover.
They were dressed in a two-piece outfit that did things to his heart rate. Stretched around their hips was a cream-colored skirt, and they wore a dark pink, spaghetti-strap crop top that ended in stylish tatters mere inches under their tiny breasts.
The chain connecting their belly ring to their nipples was gone, replaced with a simple barbell with dark pink jewels winking in their navel. As always, their arms were graced with gold bangles and bands, and their hair was knotted in a messy bun, wavy strands hanging loose around their face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you. I just got caught up in—never mind. Hello.” They smiled almost bashfully as they closed the door behind him, turning the deadbolt.
“It’s no biggie,” he said, fighting every hormonal urge he had to tackle the sexy Sypent to the ground and kiss their face off. “I was only, like, ten percent worried that you’d already gotten yourself a new Lupyn boyfriend to replace me.”
They leaned back against the door with a withering stare. “You say that like I have a fetish or something.”
“Hey, I ain’t judging.” He dropped his duffel to the marble floor and held up his palms in surrender as he swaggered toward them. “If you got a fur fetish, baby, I got you covered.”
“You’re an idiot,” they said without any heat, and he snorted.
“Can this idiot kiss you?” he asked as he pressed his hands to the door on either side of their head, boxing them in.
Teeth capturing their bottom lip, they pretended to ponder a moment before they nodded. “I suppose that’s acceptable.”
“Acceptable? Wow, curb the enthusiasm, would you?”
“Shut up, and kiss me,” they grumbled, grabbing his face and yanking him in.
Dex went all too willingly, capturing their lips hungrily as he dropped his hands to their bare waist. Their skin was so soft and smooth, and he curved one hand around to their lower back, pressing to their spine.
With a sigh, Cya melted against him, slipping their arms around his neck as their chests met.
They tasted like fancy herbs he didn’t have names for and mint tea and something smoky, like the incense they smelled like.
Dex was already obsessed with it, ravenous for it, and he growled in satisfaction when Cya parted their lips to grant him more access.
He licked into their mouth, and they met him, sinuous tongue dancing with his.
Not wanting to get carried away too quickly, he softened the kiss, slowing it down, then he ghosted smaller, sweeter kisses to the corner of their mouth, their jaw, the spot between their eyes. Then he rested his forehead on theirs as they both caught their breath.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” they said.
Then they both laughed.
“What were you doing just now?” he asked as he traced their ribs with his thumbs. “You said something about a workshop.”
“Oh, it’s where I make my jewelry and tumble my rocks,” they said dismissively. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. That sounds cool. Can I see?”
Genuine surprise played over their features. “Really?”
“Um, shyeah.” He kissed them again, then stepped back so they could lead the way. “Show me your workshop.”
Their face brightened with excitement, and they grabbed his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and tugged him toward the backyard.
They twined their fingers with his without a second’s hesitation, as if they’d done it a million times, and Dex’s chest swelled with warmth, his tummy flip-flopping.
Behind the house, past the pool, stood a small garage-like structure.
It was too big to be a shed but too small to fit a vehicle.
Dex had noticed it last week, but he’d never asked what it was.
He just assumed it was a rich-person thing, like a little house to hold the Vysov family scarf collection or something.
Cya led him inside, clicking on the overhead lights. He didn’t recognize most of what he saw, beyond several work benches, a stand-alone, industrial sink, and numerous tall shelving units holding boxes and boxes of stones. The air smelled like metal and rock and burning things.
“This is where I make my jewelry,” they said as they released his hand and moved further into the space. “I store my rough stones here, and after they’ve finished their tumbling cycles, I move them to the racks over here.”
They moved around the shed, pointing everything out.
“I smelt some metal, but I’m still not very good at it,” they admitted, gesturing to a furnace-like contraption. “I’m much better at soldering."