Rusty wanted.
Getting Gem’s pants off proved more difficult given their position, and Gem ended up falling back on the couch with a shriek of laughter as Rusty tugged on the sweats. The elastic was stuck on Gem’s thick calf fur, and Rusty chittered in annoyance as he yanked to free it.
“If I thought you’d need a manual, I would have done it myself,” Gem said through his laughter as Rusty finally freed Gem’s ankles.
He chucked the pants aside with a growl before he kicked off his own jeans that had pooled around his feet. He turned toward Gem who was laid out on the couch like a feast and nearly swallowed his tongue. The swirls did go all the way up, and Rusty followed the spiral color that seemed to circle Gem’s cock like a bulls-eye.
His barbed prehensiles had already emerged to encase the core of his dick, hiding it from view. As Gem had claimed all those weeks ago, his cock wasn’t big. It was incredibly slender and almost delicate-looking. Even the black barbs flaring at even intervals didn’t detract from how… pretty it was.
Everything about Gem was pretty, even his cock it would seem. And here Rusty was, sharp-clawed and feral. He didn’t want to sully Gem’s perfection with his touch, but the moment his palm smoothed over Gem’s lovely kneecap, the Araknis’s many eyes closed as he smiled.
Setting one foot on the floor, Gem pressed the other into the couch, resting his raised knee on the back cushions. Spread and vulnerable, he leaned against the arm rest and smirked smugly, fingers dragging teasingly up his length.
“Like what you see?” he purred, and Rusty nodded. Gem’s lower hand slid between his legs, two fingers rubbing over the fuzzy, wrinkled skin of his asshole. “I touched myself here, thinking of you.”
With a pathetic whine, Rusty pressed his face into the crux of Gem’s knee, nipping at the tender skin there, and Gem chuckled.
“I imagined it was your fingers. Or your cock,” Gem crooned, numerous hands caressing himself. “I came so hard I screamed your name and woke the neighbor.”
“Gem,” Rusty warned, but Gem just continued to smile, more thrilled than reprimanded.
“Did you touch yourself and think of me?” Gem asked, shivering in delight at Rusty’s glare. “Come on, Cheer Bear. Tell me.”
“Yes,” he admitted grudgingly, and Gem beamed at him.
“Did you say my name?”
“Yes,” he muttered again, dragging his nose down the inside of Gem’s thigh, breathing him in.
“That’s real good, Rus.”
Another wave of embarrassment washed over Rusty, and he was so thankful he had fur to mask it. He latched on to the inside of Gem’s thigh and sucked hard in retaliation for that smartass comment, and Gem laughed.
“Don’t be a tease,” Gem chided, a hand pressing to the back of Rusty’s head, adding pressure. “Bite me, and leave a fucking mark.”
Something primal and ferocious rose within him, and Rusty snarled as he obeyed, sinking his teeth into Gem’s fleshy thigh. Gem threw his head back with a warbling cry, fingers fisting in Rusty’s fur. But he didn’t tug Rusty away; in fact, he pushed Rusty in, like he wanted him to bite harder.
He didn’t. As much as he wanted to leave Gem riddled with his marks, he didn’t want to hurt him. He wasn’t a pito.
So he unlocked his jaw before his canines broke Gem’s thick skin, licking at the indents he’d left behind. It would probably bruise, and a terrible, dark part of him wanted it to.
Two fingers drifted over Rusty cheek, tapping on his bottom lip. “Suck,” Gem ordered, and Rusty was all too willing to comply.
Parting his lips, he sucked Gem’s fingers into his mouth, throat barely reacting when one slid to the back of his tongue. It had been a while, but Rusty still knew how to deep-throat. He curled his tongue around Gem’s fingers, getting them nice and wet, never breaking eye contact.
Gem’s breathing stuttered as he stroked himself, several eyes watching the fingers in Rusty’s mouth, several admiring the mark Rusty had bitten into his thigh. His two largest eyes, though, were locked with Rusty’s.
“Do you want me to show you?” Gem asked as he removed his messy fingers from Rusty’s mouth. “How I touched myself. The way I said your name. Do you want to see?”
Yes, but Rusty wanted to touch too. He wanted his mouth between Gem’s asscheeks and his hand on Gem’s dick. He wanted to be the reason Gem moaned in pleasure.
But Gem was also a sight to behold, lean body undulating, hands moving, dick hard but still hiding. Then Gem rubbed his spit-slicked fingers over his ass, and Rusty growled, dragging several claws down the length of Gem’s thigh. They left raised skin behind but didn’t break through, and Gem moaned, deep and throaty.
“I rode my fingers, then one of my dildos,” he gasped out as he pressed spit-slicked fingers into himself. “But it wasn’t you. I wanted it to be you.”
Resting his head on Gem’s knee, Rusty watched those fingers sink in. “Show me,” he demanded, and Gem smiled.
His numerous hands moved, spreading his asscheeks so Rusty had an unimpeded view of his fingers thrusting shallowly, massaging the stretch of skin between his cock and his asshole where he was undoubtedly stimulating his internal sacs, and stroking his cock more rhythmically. His largest eyes pinched close in pleasure, but several smaller ones watched Rusty watch him.
