“No, it’s not.” Setting the frame down, he closed the distance between them and bent down to kiss Rusty firmly on the mouth. “Thank you, Rus. For everything. The caves and the card, the cow earrings and necklace, and myCowabungafigurine. Just all of it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Rusty whispered, brushing his button nose against Gem’s small one. “You deserve beautiful things too.”
His eyes burned, but he refused to give in to tears. Not when he was so overwhelmingly and incandescently happy. “This is a beautiful thing.”
Popping onto his toes, Rusty gripped Gem’s wrists and connected their mouths again. This kiss was hungrier than the others they’d shared, heavier with meaning and expectation, and Gem met him, curling his tongue around Rusty’s rough one. With a sexy little growl, Rusty shifted his grip on Gem’s arms and somehow managed to scale his body like he was one of those desert trees.
“Oh shit, that should not have gotten me as hard as it did,” Gem commented as he banded several arms around the Pyclon to shoulder his weight.
Rusty laughed and loosely looped his arms around Gem’s neck. “Shut up, and fuck me, Akyllo.”
And oh, it was fucking on! They were going to smash, and Gem didn’t care if it did destroy the universe. Ass-ageddon was here, and if the world was going to end tonight, he would be dying with Rusty’s cock in his mouth and his name on the Pyclon’s lips.
They kissed feverishly as Gem stumbled toward the couch. They’d make it to the bed eventually, but he needed a surface now and the bedroom was just too far away. Rusty sucked on Gem’s tongue as he collapsed onto the couch, barely avoiding tripping and dropping the Pyclon on his ass.
Settling in Gem’s lap, Rusty pressed close, shuddering as Gem mapped his body with his many hands. The silky fur of his back. The satin of his squishy belly. Gem’s lowest hands gripped the underside of Rusty’s thighs near his knees, tugging him impossibly closer.
A needy little whine scraped the Pyclon’s throat as his claws dug into the back of Gem’s neck. Gem moaned, wanting more. He wanted those claws to score his back and scratch up his chest. He wanted Rusty’s canines in his shoulder and the fleshy meat of his inside thigh and, yes, his ample asscheeks.
His fingers danced along the base of Rusty’s tail, and Rusty jolted like he’d touched a livewire, a snarled chitter breaking their kiss. Gem snickered and did it again, rubbing harder, and Rusty moaned. Gods, he moaned, and it was lovely.
“You like that?” Gem asked, gripping Rusty’s tail and stroking, and Rusty’s head fell back.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and Gem did it again, jerking his tail like it was his dick.
“I bet I could make you come like this,” Gem said as Rusty gasped up at the ceiling. “But I’ll test that another time. Right now, I want to suck your brains out through your dick.”
“Oh shit,” Rusty choked out, lunging back in for another desperate kiss.
He writhed in Gem’s arms, hips moving in a stuttered, desperate roll. The hard column trapped inside Rusty’s jeans rubbed against Gem’s stomach, and Rusty gasped, like he was surprised. Surprised that he was hard, maybe? Or that it felt good? Gem didn’t know.
Sharp canines nipped at Gem’s jaw, and he angled his head to give Rusty better access. A spine-tingling snarl ripped from the Pyclon’s throat as he worked his way down Gem’s neck until he latched onto his pulse-point andsucked. Gem pressed Rusty’s face closer, encouraging him to suck harder, and he did. Then he rasped his coarse tongue over the spot where he always scent-marked him, and Gem shivered.
Fighting for patience—and control—Gem secured his grip on Rusty and flipped them over. Rusty yelped in shock as he settled on the couch where Gem had been sitting. With a sly smile, Gem straddled his lap, and Rusty rubbed his palms up and down Gem’s thighs over his sweats.
“Can I take this off?” Gem asked breathlessly, fingering the hem of Rusty’s shirt. With a nod, Rusty lifted his arms, and Gem tugged it up, both of them laughing when it caught on Rusty’s black, button nose.
“Can—” Rusty barely started before Gem was nodding, helping Rusty remove his own shirt. His claws traced the swirls of red over Gem’s chest like they were a marvel to behold. “Red, right?” Gem nodded, tilting his head, and Rusty purred as he fingered the mark he’d most likely sucked into Gem’s skin. “I wish I could see it.”
“I like how you see me,” Gem confessed, breath catching as Rusty dragged his claws down his neck and torso, the bleached marks fading as quickly as they appeared.
“I like seeing you,” Rusty murmured, almost to himself as he framed Gem’s waist under his lowest arms.
Seeing, not looking. The word choice felt significant. Lots of people liked looking at Gem, but very few took the time toseehim. But here, now, laid bare before this man, Gem had never felt more known or understood.
The kiss they shared next shook Gem to his core, and he opened for Rusty, letting him explore his mouth with his rough tongue. He traced Gem’s small fang, and Gem pulled back.
“Unless you want a numb tongue, I don’t suggest playing with those,” he warned playfully, and Rusty chuckled.
“I thought most Araknis don’t have venom?” Rusty asked as Gem guided his hands to his ass.
“Just lucky I guess,” he said, groaning when Rusty squeezed, claws digging in, pricking him through his sweats.
Rusty nipped at Gem’s lip, stinging but not breaking skin. “Seeing as I have your ass in my hands, I think I’m the lucky one.”
“I knew you liked my ass.” Gem kissed Rusty’s husky laugh off his lips and rolled his hips. “Just wait till you see what I can do with it. You know, if you’re into that.”
“I’m into you,” Rusty said simply, and Gem went warm all over.
