“What if I don’t know what I like,” Rusty whispered, embarrassment flooding his face with warmth at the unintended honesty.
Gem smiled and kissed him again, firmer this time. “We can figure that out tonight, if you want.”
“Okay,” Rusty said, and Gem hummed in satisfaction.
“Good. Now, I’m gonna put on something more comfortable, which actually means something less comfortable but way more sexy.” He waggled his tongue and shimmied backward in the direction of the bathroom. “And when I come back, we’re gonna fuck. Okay?”
More nervous than he should have been, Rusty just nodded, and Gem’s fur vibrated with excitement as he said, “Then I’ll be right back.”
With a trembling exhale, Rusty said, “I’ll be waiting.”
Chapter twenty-eight
Good Girl
Gem
Gem left Rusty inthe living room and headed to the bathroom. After eating all that carnival food, he knew he needed extra prep to ensure things didn’t get messy in a way he didn’t want. So he douched, then he brushed his teeth. He scrubbed a soapy washcloth in all his nooks and crannies until he felt clean enough, then he grabbed the lingerie he’d stashed in the cabinet earlier and put it on.
He inspected the white, lacy bralette and panty set in the mirror as he fluffed his windswept hair. There was a pink bow above his ass with a heart-shaped, peek-a-boo cutout underneath it. The bralette was designed for flat-chested people and hugged his upper torso snugly. He felt beautiful and sexy and confident.
“Let’s go get our Care Bear,” he said to his reflection before he turned off the light and opened the door.
Rusty stood at the fire escape window, pane cracked to let the smoke from his cigarette out. He’d removed his shirt but kept his jeans on, and his tail was flicking back and forth anxiously. At the sound of the door opening, he crushed the cigarette against the brick outside, then slid the window shut. Gem heard the shake in his fortifying inhale, and his hearts squeezed with affection.
As Rusty faced him, Gem couldn’t help but strike a pose. He leaned back against the wall, crossing one foot over the other as he tucked his hands behind his back, ensuring Rusty had an unimpeded view of everything. The moment Rusty’s eyes landed on him, they widened, and his pink fur fluffed up. Everywhere.
A growl rumbled in Rusty’s chest as Gem toyed with the lace bralette. “I bought this for you. Do you like it?”
Ducking his head, Rusty barked a weak laugh, like he couldn’t believe Gem had to ask. “Yeah, Gem. I like it.”
Since Rusty wasn’t moving, Gem took it upon himself to close the distance between them. He slunk towards the Pyclon, gait predatory, and Rusty’s throat bobbed. It was a rush, knowing he could affect Rusty this way with only a look and a little lace.
Toebean-to-claw, Gem smiled lecherously down at the Pyclon as he used one index finger and thumb to pinch the hinge of Rusty’s glasses, where they hooked on his pocket. He drew them out slowly, then slipped them onto Rusty’s face, all while Rusty stared at him like he was his next meal.
“So, Professor,” Gem crooned, “how do you want me?”
Another growl thrummed in the air between them as Rusty captured Gem’s chin in one hand, drawing him down enough to whisper against his lips. “In the bedroom. Now.”
And oh, Gem was getting absolutely railed tonight, and he couldn’t fucking wait.
Without a word, Gem turned on his heels and sashayed toward his bedroom. His strutting was interrupted by a sharp slap to his ass, and he yelped in shock, gawking at Rusty over his shoulder.
“You just slapped my ass!” he said stupidly.
Rusty smirked. “You mad about it?”
Gem shook his head. “No. In fact, I hope you do it more. It just surprised me.”
The intense atmosphere cracked as Rusty laughed, and Gem beamed at him, booping him on the nose quickly before he continued his sultry strut to the bed. Before he could throw himself seductively onto the mattress, Rusty grunted in reprimand, and Gem paused, one knee on the bed.
“Supplies?” he asked casually, hands in his pockets as he propped his shoulder against the wall.
Gem’s dick gave an excited twitch as he moved to his side table and stooped to open the bottom drawer. He might have bent over farther than necessary, just to give Rusty a show of his ass in his panties, but he wasn’t going to admit it. He retrieved several condoms from the box, then the lube, setting everything on the table top. Just to be a brat, he grabbed his favorite buttplug—thick and extra-long to stimulate all the right places—and added it to the pile.
The heat of Rusty’s body behind him preceded a rough palm landing on his lower back, but he still jumped at the contact, not having heard the Pyclon approach. He straightened, but Rusty released another tsk ofreprimand. Gem froze in response. That clawed hand smoothed up Gem’s spine, following the path of thicker fuzz, and when Rusty added pressure to the middle of Gem’s back, he obeyed the unspoken command.
Bending back over, Gem rested his upper arms on the side table for balance as his middle hands gripped the edge of the wood. Rusty purred in satisfaction as he dragged his hand back down until it rested right above Gem’s ass. His thumb flicked the bow of Gem’s panties, then lowered to the peek-a-boo cutout, pressing to the top of Gem’s asscrack.
