Beseeging the Dick-Turrets
Chapter twenty-five
Cya
Nerves sloshed inside Cya’s gut as they opened their bedroom door and let Dex inside.
He walked in and looked around, tail swishing lazily, nostrils flaring as he absorbed all the scents.
As they leaned back on the door, hands cramping from their tight grip on the doorknob behind them, they watched the Lupyn take in their room for almost a full minute before he started moving.
He went to their desk first, dragging two fingers along its edge as he studied the miscellaneous jewelry supplies, makeup brushes, and their laptop cord. He touched each item reverently before he moved on to their dresser, then their vanity, then their ensuite bathroom.
Confused, they followed him, peering inside the bathroom to watch as he ran his fingers over their sink, touching their toothpaste, hairbrush, even their box of floss.
His chest heaved, breath puffing out of him as he reached into the corner shower and grazed a fingertip over their shampoo and conditioner.
He even grabbed their towel with both hands and kneaded it for several seconds before releasing it.
They wanted to ask what he was doing, but his brows were furrowed in concentration, like this odd ritual was important.
So they quietly observed him as he returned to their bedroom and let his hands drift over the curtains before he cocked his head at the four-poster bed.
He slid a hand down the two posts at the end, fingertips tapping over the footboard.
Spinning in a circle, he inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a rush, and whatever tension he’d been feeling evaporated. He turned to Cya and grinned proudly, like he’d accomplished something vital.
“You good?” they asked, and he nodded sheepishly but didn’t explain himself.
“I like your room,” he said, and his voice had taken on a bit of a rasp.
“Thank you.”
They folded their hands behind their backside and leaned against the wall. The nerves were worse now, tightening their stomach until they almost felt sick. Not because they didn’t want Dex in their room or didn’t want to have a sex date with him. They did, but they were nervous.
The blowjob last night hadn’t been planned. It had been an impulse decision born from sudden lust and opportunity, but this was planned. They’d come up to Cya’s room to have sex, and now, all they could think about was how sweaty and clammy their hands were.
Oh gods, what if they tried to give him a handjob and couldn’t grip his dick, and they just slid right off like a Slip-n-Slide? That wasn’t sexy!
With a startling howl, Dex took a running start before he leapt onto their bed, laughing as he bounced, then sank into the plush mattress. His clawed feet hung off the side, and he kicked them like a little kid on a swing. Then he groaned in relaxation.
“Oh yeah, I could get used to this,” he breathed, and some of Cya’s nerves melted away as they laughed. His head popped up, and he smacked the mattress beside him. “Come on. You gotta try this.”
“I sleep on it every night,” they said haughtily.
“Ugh, jealous!” He grinned and smacked the bed again. “Get over here. You’re stressing me out with your worrying.”
Pouting, they pushed off the wall. “I’m not worrying.”
“You’re worrying,” he claimed again, and they crossed their arms over their chest with a huff. “Just, run and jump. Er, I guess running requires feet, so… slither and jump?”
“Oh my gods.”
“Hey, I’m trying to be respectful,” he said, his eyes big and innocent.
“I’m not jumping into my own bed. I’ll lay down like a normal person.”
He pressed his palm to his mouth and blew a fart noise. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Before they could talk themself out of it, they rushed toward the bed and pushed off the ground. They landed with a screech beside Dex, laughing as he cheered his approval. He immediately enveloped them in his arms, manhandling them until they were lying side-by-side, facing each other.
“Have you never jumped into your bed before?” he asked.
“No, why would I? A bed’s for sleeping, not rough-housing,” they said as they tucked their hands under their cheek.
“Oh my gods, what do rich people even do for fun?”
Dex snuggled closer until his knees knocked the bent joint of their tail, his elbows meeting Cya’s between their chests.
His ballcap sat cockeyed on his head, and they reached out to remove it.
They tugged their hair tie free, their hair tumbling around their shoulders, then plopped the cap backwards on their own head.
Positively gleeful, he rumbled happily. “Is it weird that I want you to watch you come while you wear that?”
They snorted rudely, covering their mouth with a hand. “Dear gods, what?”
He shrugged, unashamed. “I dunno. I just had the mental image of you naked in nothing but my hat while you came, and it did things to me.”
Hiding their face in their bedding, they blushed furiously. “That doesn’t sound very sexy. I would look silly.”
Impossibly, he understood their muffled words because he blew a raspberry. “First off, it does sound sexy. Secondly, sexy and silly are not mutually exclusive.”
They peeked out at him. “No one wants to look silly when they’re trying to feel sexy.”
“Why not? Sex is supposed to be fun.” His eyes widened in horror. “Oh man, do rich people not have fun when they fuck?”
With a frown, Cya propped themself up on an elbow. “I imagine they do.”
“It’s probably all stuffy and awkward.” He scrunched up his nose as he attempted a poor impression of Cya’s accent. “Oh, sorry, but shall I commence the thrusting now? I suppose, but only if it’s not an imposition, gov’nor!”
More offended than they’d ever been, they lunged at the cackling Lupyn and beat their fists against his chest. “We don’t sound like that!”
“Yeah, it probably sounds even more proper,” he teased, giggling like a child as he warded off their attack. “You people probably storm each other’s vaginal keeps and beseeg the dick-turrets.”
“It’s besiege!” Cya snarled as they full-body tackled him.
Roaring with laughter, he grabbed them around the waist and tossed them about on the bed as they shrieked in outrage and amusement combined.
Somehow, it turned into a wrestling-tickling battle, and while they were no match for his upper body strength, their tail was stronger than he expected.
Every time he almost had them pinned, they’d wriggle free and coil around him, constricting his struggles.
By the time Cya finally gave up and let him win, they were crying from laughter, their face flushed, their skin slick with a light sweat.
Giggling like a child, Dex pinned their hands above their head and buried his face in their neck.
He blew a raspberry against their throat, making them shriek again, and they felt him smile, teeth hard and sharp.
“That’s better,” he said as their laughter faded.
“What’s better?”
“You smelled all nervous and scared before.” He dug his elbows into the bed on either side of their head and hovered above them. “Now you smell happy.”
They tried not to get defensive. “It’s normal to be nervous.”
His smile was as kind and understanding as ever. “I know, but you don’t have to be. It’s just us, and we don’t have to do anything at all. We can just hang out and talk or watch a movie or take a nap.”
Fighting their embarrassment, they wiggled under him, rubbing up between his legs as they said, “And if I wish to beseeg your dick-turret.”
With another full-bellied guffaw, he waggled his eyebrows unfairly. “Then beseeg away, highness. As long as I can—” He sat up, one finger aloft as he dug his phone out of his pocket and typed furiously.
“What are you—”
“Ah, ah, ah, give me a minute!” He shushed them as he read from his screen. “As long as I can beset, descend on, or bushwack—ha, that’s a fun word—your castle peaks. And by castle peaks, I mean your boobs.”
Now that their hands were free, they wiped at the tears of hilarity still gathering in their eyes. “Did you just search the word besiege in the dictionary?”
“Word-ryno-dot-com,” he said seriously, showing them his phone screen. “It’s how I’m able to be suave”—he quickly typed again—“and ingratiating and debo-debonier?”
Cya was laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe, but they managed a strangled, “Debonair.”
“Yeah, that.” He tossed his phone up onto the head of the bed as he smothered their laughing mouth and cheeks with kisses. “I’m gonna be hella debonair as I sex you up. You’re gonna be so turned on you’ll probably explode.”
“This has gotten very violent, very fast.” They squealed as he scraped his sharp canines over their pulse point. “Can we get back to being sexy?”
With a dark chuckle, Dex licked a stripe up their throat as he rolled his hips against them, and they gasped at the feel of his half-hard dick. “We can do that, baby.”
They hummed in pleasure. “I like when you call me that.”
“Then I’ll keep calling you that,” he promised as he dragged one of their spaghetti straps to the side until it slumped off their shoulder.
He kissed the skin there as his other hand gripped their side over their ribcage, right under the hem of their crop top.
Like he was testing the waters, giving them time to stop him, he slowly pushed higher until he framed the underside of their small breast.
Insecurity tried to wriggle in, but they ignored the urge to push his hand away. Their breasts—if they could even be called breasts—were tiny and unimpressive, but Cya wanted him to touch them. Maybe he’d put his mouth there too. The idea made them shudder in anticipation.
“Cy, baby,” Dex cooed as he trailed kisses from their shoulder to their collarbone, “can I—”
They didn’t even let him finish. “Please. Please, I want—oh gods!”
Their head fell back as his warm, rough palm cupped them, and they both groaned as his thumb circled the barbell pierced through their nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, then tugged gently, and Cya arched off the bed with a cry.