With a needy sound, Gem captured Rusty’s face and kissed him, licking into his mouth ravenously. Rusty kissed him back, walking him backward until his legs hit the side table. His ass knocked the condoms, lube, and buttplug to the floor. He even toppled the lamp, but he didn’t care, too busy sucking on Rusty’s tongue.
He settled his weight on the side table, and Rusty hitched his knees around his hips. His coarse jeans ground against Gem’s cock through the lace, and he mewled into Rusty’s mouth. Nerves burning, skin on fire, Gem encircled Rusty with all his limbs, pressing them together from hips to chest. His head fell back as Rusty thrust against him, teeth scraping down his throat.
Two fingers with trimmed claws—a recent upgrade to Rusty’s manicure—pressed expectantly against Gem’s lips. “Open,” Rusty demanded, and Gem opened. They pushed inside forcefully, not stopping until they teased his throat, and Gem choked. Loudly.
Rusty snarled as he finger-fucked Gem’s mouth, and Gem moaned deliriously, grinding helplessly against Rusty’s hard jean-clad dick. When his fingers were soaked with spit, Rusty withdrew them and slid them under Gem’s panties, between his cheeks.
“Fuck yes,” Gem hissed, tilting his hips. “Finger-blast me. Make my ass your bitch.”
His lust-drunk brain thought it was sexy, but Rusty snorted a laugh. “Who says finger-blast?”
“Shut up and fuck me!” Gem growled, the sound choking off as Rusty pushed a spit-slicked finger into his ass, just shy of too rough. “Ahhh, shit!”
“You were saying?” Rusty said with a cocky grin. His tail was puffy and high with his arousal, but it swayed playfully. He was having fun with this, and Gem loved it.
This wasn’t the shy Pyclon who’d followed Gem’s lead in a kiss, or the man who’d cautiously taken Gem’s cock in his mouth. This was someone who understood how to use desire to drive a partner mad, who knew every way to make a body sing, who knew the power he possessed and was finally free to wield it. It was possibly the sexiest thing Gem had ever seen.
They kissed messily, all tongues and teeth as Rusty worked a second finger inside him, thrusting shallowly at first, then pushing deeper. Gem rolled his hips, taking his fingers hungrily. He mewled into Rusty’s mouth when a third finger joined the first two, and the Pyclon grinned against Gem’s lips.
“Want you to ride me,” Rusty panted, and Gem nodded.
“I’ll ride you. I’ll ride you so fucking good.” He pushed on Rusty’s chest, and the Pyclon stepped back, fingers falling away, leaving him bereft. “Bed. Back against the headboard.”
Rusty clicked his tongue in reprimand, even as he followed the order, settling on the bed. “You just can’t help but be bossy.”
“I let you choose the activity. I’m just making it happen quicker,” Gem defended as he retrieved the spilled supplies. He tossed the lube and condoms at the Pyclon, and Rusty caught them, setting them beside his leg. Since Gem wanted to stretch himself the rest of the way on Rusty’s cock, he left the plug on the side table. “Now take off your fucking pants!”
With another snicker, Rusty shoved his jeans down his legs, kicking them off. Gem admired his thick cock a moment, fur vibrating in anticipation as he climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. He set Rusty’s glasses back into place and wriggled closer, until their dicks met, separated only by lace. Rusty yanked Gem down, hands on the back of his neck, and kissed him again. Their tongues dueled, and Gem wrapped a hand around Rusty’s dick.
It was warm and stiff, skin soft and smooth. The spines at the base flared when Gem brushed a thumb over them, and Rusty moaned. Then Rusty dipped his hand inside Gem’s panties, captured his dick, and stroked, matching Gem’s tempo. Jerking each other off, they panted into each other’s mouths, and Gem smiled.
“Can I ride your dick now?” Gem asked, already opening the first condom packet as he lubed several fingers.
Rusty nodded wordless as he thrust into Gem’s grip, but when Gem made to remove his panties, Rusty stopped him with a half-feral snarl. “Keep them on,” he ordered, eyes dark and ravenous.
Tonguing a fang, Gem smirked and used a hand to draw his panties to the side so he could lube his entrance. “Only if I can stretch myself on your cock.” Rusty hesitated, but before he could protest, Gem traced his parted lips with his tongue. “Please.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rusty said, and Gem’s hearts squeezed. Sometimes, he was too adorable.
“Trust me, I’ll like it.” Gem licked Rusty’s lips again. “Not all pain is bad, baby.”
Clawed hands gripped his hips tightly as Gem gloved Rusty’s cock, then slathered it in lube. Gem lifted onto his knees, pulling his panties farther to the side so he could notch Rusty’s cock on his rim. All eight eyes locked with Rusty’s, Gem sat back, slowly enveloping the Pyclon’s cock. Several small eyes rolled back into his head, and Rusty bared his canines in a silent snarl of pleasure.
Reaching between Gem’s legs, Rusty traced the rim of Gem’s asshole as it stretched around his dick. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, and Gem grinned smugly.
“Do I feel good, baby?” He took another inch with a moan. “Does my pussy feel so good?”
Rusty nodded wordlessly, head thunking against the headboard as he gritted his teeth, claws digging into Gem’s hip until he feared they’d break skin. Oh, but he wanted it. Gem wanted every mark and scar. Rusty had already carved himself into Gem’s soul; he wanted the physical evidence to prove it.
As Gem leisurely impaled himself, Rusty squeezed his eyes shut, moaning brokenly, and Gem memorized every sound, every pained expression of pleasure on his Mammylion face. He never wanted to forget.
The stretch was exquisite, and he whimpered as he reached Rusty’s base, rocking in his lap to work the spines inside. Rusty was growling now, a constant thrum between them, and Gem sighed as he finally settled on his furry thighs, his majestic cock fully inside him.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” Gem said as his head fell back. “Knew you’d feel so good.”
Rusty massaged the place they were joined, and Gem hummed in pleasure as he rocked in his lap, unrushed and easy. Rusty’s hand smoothed over Gem’s taint, rubbing the tangled lace against the slight swell of his internal sacs, and pleasure rushed through his veins, lighting up his nerve-endings.
“Such a pretty thing,” Rusty said as he cupped Gem’s cock through his panties. “So pretty I almost don’t want to ruin it.”
