Blowjob-Adjacent #2
He placed a hand on their shoulder for balance as he cupped the back of their head with his other. They sighed, palms rubbing up and down his thighs, fingers gripping, then releasing his waistband. Then they buried their face in his groin, nuzzling his erection.
“Oh, is that what you want?” Dex crooned, and, hiding their face even more, they nodded. “Go on then.”
“Make me,” they repeated their earlier words, but the sass was gone, replaced with a plaintive plea.
“Make you… take it?” he asked, mostly for clarification, but it must have turned them on more because they whined into his obliques, nodding again. “You want me to make you suck my dick?”
They moaned and wrenched on the waistband of his shorts, and he used one hand to help them free his aching erection.
Threading his fingers in their hair, he fisted it close to their scalp like he had last night, and they went limp against him.
He didn’t want to use physical force, so he settled for being bossy instead.
“Prove it. Show me how much you want it.”
And man-oh-man, did they prove it. Like the previous blowjob, they were noisy and messy, gagging at every opportunity.
At their prompting, Dex fucked into their mouth, though he didn’t go too hard, never wanting to actually hurt them.
He made sure to voice how amazing they made him feel as they choked desperately.
He said, “Use your hands now. That’s right. Just like that.”
He said, “What a beautiful mess you are. Gods, you’re pretty even when you cry.”
He said, “That’s right, highness. You take my dick so good.”
When he came down their throat, they choked as they struggled to swallow it all, then they pulled off his dick to catch their breath, angling his shaft so the rest of his orgasm spilled onto their neck and chest. They watched the last few trickles of spunk slide down his shaft with an accomplished smile on their face, flicking their tongue over the sensitive head to taste him one last time.
Cupping their cheeks, Dex angled their head back and kissed them, ignoring the tears, spit, and cum still smeared there.
He tasted himself on their tongue, and he snarled in triumph.
That was right; it was exactly how they were supposed to taste, supposed to smell.
They were his, and now, everyone would know it.
After, he picked Cya up and carried them inside as they hummed dreamily into his chest, arms looped loosely around his neck. He drew them a warm bath, then settled them in the water. He sat on the edge, petting their hair as they lay between his legs, head on his thigh.
Eventually, they blinked away the haze and peeked up at him shyly, uncertainly, and he smiled down at them. “You did good, highness.”
Their body loosened in relief. “I liked it so much. I’ve always had to be flawless and controlled, but when I… and when you... I don’t have to be perfect. I don’t have to be good. I can be messy and sloppy and depraved. It makes it mine, and it makes it real.”
“No more knotted yarn?” he asked, and they shook their head. “Good. That’s real good, Cya.”
“You don’t mind it, right? You don’t think I’m disgusting or pathetic, do you?”
He kissed their temple, then their cheek. “I promise, you’re so sexy when you’re desperate. I don’t wanna hurt you, though. I don’t like being too rough.”
“Okay. I don’t want you to hurt me,” they said, arms tightening around his calf. “But I think I like feeling used and… dirty. Does that make me a pervert?”
“I don’t think it does, but even if I’m wrong, I don’t care. We’ll be perverts together.”
They snickered, letting him turn their head so he could kiss them lightly.
Before they left the bath, Dex held them with their back to his chest, his fingers playing with their nipples as Cya’s hands moved under the water, rubbing their…
clits? He was going with clits, for now.
He kept his eyes on theirs as they gasped their pleasure against his lips, and when they came, it was with an exhale of relief and a whisper of his name.
He swallowed both ravenously.
At work the next day, Dex did very little to hide the official upgrade to his and Cya’s relationship, and within half of an hour of him arriving at the cafe and interacting—erm, flirting obnoxiously—with Cya, Rusty slapped the tea towel he’d been using to clean the pastry case onto the counter and pointed accusingly at them both.
“Oh my gods, I knew it!” He fist-pumped, then pulled out his phone. “Yes! I fucking knew it, and Gem said I was on crack and that there was no way. But I was right. I was right, and Gem was wrong, and I’m gonna rub it in his beautiful face.”
Dex stared at the cackling Pyclon as he typed quickly on his phone, and Cya pursed their lips, casting Dex an accusing stare like this was all his fault. “What?” he demanded. “I didn’t say nothing.”
“You didn’t have to,” they said.
“Yeah, it’s been kinda obvious, but Gem gaslighted me, so I started to doubt,” Rusty grumbled. “Man, I feel so vindicated.”
“Because we’re dating?” Cya clarified at the same time Dex said, “Because we’re boinking?”
At Cya’s furious screech, he backtracked, “I mean, dating. I totally meant, dating.”
Rusty’s fingers paused their rapid typing, his nose wrinkling. “Gross. You just tainted my victory.”
“Ha, taint,” Dex snickered, and Cya rubbed the space between their eyes.
“Really, Dex?”
Crossing his arms above his chubby belly, Rusty studied Cya, nodding in Dex’s direction. “You sure about him?”
“Honestly, I vacillate,” they said.
“Is that good?” Dex asked, gaze ping-ponging between them.
Rusty snorted a laugh, grabbing the tray and heading out into the dining area as Cya returned their attention to the portafilter.
“Is vacillating good?” he demanded, but they ignored him.
During his break, he stopped in Quin’s office to give her his new class schedule for the coming semester, but he hovered on the threshold when he found Quin and Toni side-by-side on the couch.
Toni was hunched over, elbows on his knees, and Quin had a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
They both looked up at Dex’s interruption.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, and Toni straightened as Quin stood up.
She wobbled a little, balance thrown off by her round belly, and Toni placed a hand on her back to steady her as he said, “No, it’s cool. Come on in, kid.”
“Everything good?” Quin asked, and Dex nodded as he shut the door.
“Yeah, just wanted to give you my schedule for next semester.” He handed her the list of courses he’d printed out. “One of my required classes changed to Wednesdays at one, so I’ll need to leave early. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Your education is important,” Quin said as she took the schedule and scanned it. “Any other conflicts?”
“No, but if it’s okay, I could start early on Wednesdays. Like work six to twelve, instead of nine to three.”
Turning to Toni, Quin handed him the paper. “Mr. Manager.”
With a tiny smile, Toni took her offering and sat down behind her desk, flattening Dex’s schedule next to the laptop. His face was still drawn, the normal spark in his eyes doused, but he had some color back, cheeks less pale than they’d been last time Dex had seen him.