So Rusty took him deep into his throat, then sucked back up. And Gem—who must have shoved half a fist in his mouth to stifle his volume—came with a warbling cry. Since he’d never been a fan of swallowing, Rusty lifted off Gem’s dick at the first rush of glimmery fluid, stroking himthrough his orgasm as his prehensiles coiled around Rusty’s hand, his barbs piercing his hide.
He felt the sharp prick, but it wasn’t painful. As long as he didn’t tear them free, he’d be fine. So he gently rubbed Gem’s still weeping dick as he fought to catch his breath. He was light-headed, and he really needed some water, but he felt good. Proud, even.
Admiring the mess he’d made of Gem and those sexy bowed panties, he settled more of his weight on Gem’s chest, and the Araknis hummed blissfully, limbs trembling with aftershocks. He used a corner of the blanket to haphazardly clean Gem up before he glanced over his shoulder to check on him.
Gem had one arm thrown over his closed eyes, another hand clamped over his mouth as he panted. He looked utterly debauched, and Rusty purred in satisfaction. He leaned back and scent-marked Gem’s throat, over the bruise he’d bitten there last night, and Gem sighed.
After the barbs disengaged, Rusty climbed off Gem’s torso and collapsed onto the mattress. He leaned his temple against Gem’s knee as Gem propped his head on Rusty’s shin. Still panting, they made eye contact, and they both grinned loosely.
“You okay?” Gem asked, and Rusty nodded.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never sixty-nined before,” Rusty admitted, and Gem snickered.
“Well, for your first time, you did splendidly.”
“Fuck right off,” Rusty mumbled, and Gem laughed harder.
With a groan, Gem flopped around gracelessly until he was facing the same direction as Rusty, their heads nearly falling off the end of the bed.Rusty turned, their noses brushing. Gem beamed at him, scratching along his jaw.
“You okay, Rus?” he asked again, and Rusty tilted his head to kiss Gem’s wrist and nodded. “Good.”
Their foreheads rubbed together, and Rusty closed his eyes, exhaustion settling over him.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to go home now,” Gem muttered. “I can’t feel my legs. They’re jellified from your deep-throating skills.”
Without opening his eyes, Rusty grinned, and Gem snorted.
“Don’t look so smug.”
“I jellified your legs, apparently. I’m allowed to be smug.”
Gem snipped nonsensically before pillowy lips pressed to Rusty’s mouth. Rusty kissed him back lazily, his mind already drifting away.
“I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a bit,” Gem slurred, and Rusty nodded.
“Me too,” he said. At least, he thought he said it out loud, but he was already untethered, sinking into the dark.
Chapter twenty-five
Theoretical Babies
Gem
“Gem?” a voice whisperedin his ear a moment before lips pressed gentle kisses down the side of his neck. “It’s nearly midnight, caryd. Do you still want to go home?”
Groaning, Gem turned into the warm, furry body behind him. “Five more minutes.”
Rusty chuckled, whiskers tickling over Gem’s face as he nuzzled his cheek. “The last tram comes in about twenty minutes. I don’t want you walking home alone.”
The sentiment made Gem’s hearts turn to squish, even if Rusty’s worry was utterly ridiculous. He could take care of himself, but he liked that Rusty cared, all the same. Blinking his eyes open, he smiled sleepily up at the Pyclon. Rusty grinned back, head propped on one hand as he traced Gem’s jaw with an index claw.
“Did I fall asleep?”
Rusty nodded. “We both did.”
