Chapter 23 #3
He blushes and glances up at Rathyn and then Cielo. “Our neighbor is a Vyastil, and he’s a nice guy. I just think people need to be cooler. But you did break the chair, so I can’t let you stay tonight.”
“It was far too small,” Rathyn says, and Everest touches him gently.
“Come on, babe. Let’s go home before you say something to get us in actual trouble.”
He nods, and then they stride toward the exit, leaving Cielo to glance longingly at the glass case where the fruit snacks are.
“We’ll grab some with dinner, okay? I’ll order some for you.”
He grins widely, and then his tail wraps around my waist tightly, pulling me into his side. My joints twinge, but I refuse to let him see it. I don’t want this date to be ruined.
I pocket the tickets the sweet worker gave us. Not that we’re going to come back, but I’ll hand them off to Gia and Amara or maybe even Luca. Maybe he has someone he can bring. I’m pretty sure movie theaters—for now at least—are not made for the Vyastil.
“Let’s go finish our date.”
He stares down at me, and a wave of affection pulses through me. It takes away the ache slightly as I lean into him.
“And when we get back home, you can show me those pretty pink panties again.”
I’ve never been inside the Foundry. I’ve only stared at it from the outside when I picked up Cielo that one time, but fuck, it’s nice. I whistle as we make our way up the elevator to the loft Everest and Rathyn live in.
“Damn, this is swanky,” I say softly. “Puts my place to shame.”
Cielo trills loudly and tightens his tail around me. “No…you are my hooome.”
My cheeks warm, and I feel my heart turn to mush. This guy, I swear. I don’t deserve him.
“Alright, food is on the way and so are more fruit snacks,” Everest says, putting his phone away and pushing the door open. When I step inside, I let my eyes take it in. Large windows overlooking the city, brick walls, luxury cabinetry. Everything looks tidy and clean, and way too expensive.
“Damn, should I take my shoes off?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” Everest says. “You want a latte, Cielo? One of the weird broccoli things?” He pulls open the fridge and holds out the mossy plant from Erethar.
Cielo’s ears twitch, and he takes it from Everest, consuming it in a few bites.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
I grin, and he hums low in his throat.
“So, yes to the latte then?” Everest asks as Rathyn’s claws clack across the floors toward the bedroom.
“Yes,” Cielo says again, and then pulls himself onto a chair at the island, his pink jacket pulled tightly across his shoulders. I can’t help but follow, needing to rest my tired legs. The burning sensation is making its way up my thighs and into my wrists.
I think it’s going to be a bad flare this time, but I’m gonna suck it up.
“How many of these do you drink a day? Still like a hundred?” Everest asks, turning the machine on.
“No. Maybe ten.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s not so bad. Bet you go through a lot of milk.”
I snort as a door closes behind me, and Rathyn’s claws click against the floor as he approaches. “We go through so much milk and beans, but I’ve found a place I can get them wholesale. The milk…well, I may have to buy a cow.”
Everest chuckles as Rathyn appears, a bag in his hand.
“What you got there?” I ask, trying to distract myself.
He pulls out a large ribbed double-edged sex toy, one side with a dildo, the other with a gigantic cock sleeve, and sets it on the counter. I gave it to Everest a few weeks ago.
“It is…enjoyable. I did not think I would like it, but I find that I do.”
I gape at it, and then see Everest’s cheeks flame as he slaps a hand over his face.
“Why do you look ashamed, my Everest? You work at a sex shop.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to tote them around and place them on the kitchen counter…on our double date.”
“Dates you told me are about wooing, flirting, and often end with sex. And you love it when I put this inside you.”
“Oh my god,” Everest replies, eyeing me with an apology in his gaze before turning around. “Go on. Don’t mind me.”
Rathyn nods and then pulls out something else, one of the vibrating cock sleeves I created. It is a favorite of Cielo’s. He looks at it, and his ears flutter. I feel a wave of lust pulse through me once more, and I shift in my seat.
“This is good, but the vibrations need to be stronger to achieve my climax.”
I blink at him and clear my throat. “Good to know. I’ll make some modifications.”
“It could be because my dick is strong. When I used this on Everest, he came almost immediately. Though I had to squeeze it tightly as his cock is small.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from sliding off the chair and rolling around the floor. Everest looks like he’s about to fade into oblivion.
I do my best to hide a smile. “Got it. Strong Vyastil cocks. I’ll make sure to make a note of that.”
I don’t say that Cielo didn’t mind how ‘weak’ mine was and that I came quickly as well, but I’m finding that Cielo and Rathyn have very different upbringings.
He pulls out another sex toy. This one I’m really proud of. I came up with this one night while fingering Cielo’s slit. It’s like a cock ring, but wider, enough to fit around their thick base. And not only does it vibrate, but it squeezes as well.
When I tried it on Cielo, he bucked off the mattress and exploded all over my sheets. Cielo must see what I’m thinking because he hums low in his throat and shifts, his tail wrapping around my ankle.
If we were alone, I think I might wrap that Vyastil cock ring around his dick and suck.
“I came very hard when I wore this. It filled up Everest so much that he could not walk straight.”
Everest slams the mug onto the counter next to Cielo, his neck and face bright pink. “Do we have to go into detail?”
Rathyn meets his mortified stare. “This is what he asked for. It is a…stipulation of earning these. He wanted feedback.”
“Yes, but not on our fucking double date!” He groans and places his face in his hand, making Rathyn move over to him.
“I have upset you,” he says softly, pulling Everest into his arms, his tail curling around Everest’s leg. “I did not mean to. I enjoy being intimate with you. It is new…I want to continue to explore with our bodies, tongues, and using these toys. They are fascinating.”
Everest peers up at Rathyn, and something in the way they look at one another makes my heart flip. I know Everest often seems exasperated by Rathyn, but he loves him as well.
He leans up on his tiptoes and pulls Rathyn down for a long kiss. “I know. I know, and I get it. But can we save this for another time?”
Rathyn hums and nods. “Of course, my love.”
Everest sighs, pressing his forehead against Rathyn’s chest. “Thank you.”
As he says it, Cielo gulps down his latte and stands up, smacking his lips.
“Ooooh. I have summmthing to show.”
Our eyes all turn toward him, and he whips the cloth away from his hips, exposing his pink panties. Rathyn’s eyes widen, and I let out a mortified laugh as he twists this way and that.
“Looook. Pretty.”
Rathyn nods, observing. “I should like a pair of these. For myself and for Everest. Are they comfortable?”
“You waaant to try on?” Cielo asks as Rathyn’s tail uncurls from Everest’s leg and gingerly touches the fabric.
“Oh my god. I don’t think you’re supposed to share panties. Especially not unwashed,” Everest breathes in horror, but Rathyn and Cielo are not listening, too enthralled with the pink lace panties.
“It is soft,” Rathyn says, hooking the end of his tail in the waistband. “And stretchy. Is there room for your cock?”
They begin speaking swiftly in Eretharian, and Everest and I stare at one another, our eyes shining. This may not be the date Everest had planned, but it’s nice to have someone who understands. I’ve not yet met another human-Vyastil pairing, and in this moment, I’m glad we did this.
Suddenly, Cielo bends down and pulls something from the wrap that was tied around his waist. He shows them to Rathyn all while continuing to speak in Eretharian.
“Oh my god, are those pink socks for his feet?” Everest squeaks, and I nod.
“My mom made those, but seriously. How did he hide those in there? I thought he took them off in the car.”
“Dude,” Everest says, leaning over the counter, and Cielo and Rathyn move toward the couch, the socks now in Rathyn’s hands. “That fabric is wild. I don’t know. I bet there were some like invisible pockets or something.”
“I guess so.” I grimace.
“You do know you’re gonna have to seriously modify some panties for Rathyn and ask your mom for some more socks?”
I peer over my shoulder and see Rathyn lifting his socked foot, his claws poking out of the stitches, trilling loudly. Cielo responds, the two of them continuing to speak in Eretharian.
“Why do they seem like two divas right now?”
“Because they are,” I reply, and Everest giggles.
“I cannot believe this is how our date ended up,” he says, sweeping the sex toys off the counter and into the bag. The doorbell rings, and Everest rushes to answer it.
And I sit there, pain niggling at my joints and twisting my stomach slightly. But I refuse to ruin this night. I hear Rathyn trill again as Cielo peels the panties off his thighs and hands them over to be examined.
Cielo beams, looking ecstatic as Rathyn sits down to pull them on.
He looks proud that Rathyn is impressed. He looks truly happy, the kind of happiness I see him wear when he is with me or with his friends from the gym.
No, I’m not going to ruin this night.
I’m going to let the warmth of this experience, of this closeness with friends, carry me through.