He said it almost fondly, and something bitter clenched in Cooper’s gut. Which was stupid, plain and simple. What right did Cooper have to be jealous, especially of some random hookup from centuries ago?
Still, he found himself warning, in case Chaos was expecting more of the same, “I’m not generally, like, some sort of wildcat in the bedroom.”
“No, you aren’t, are you?” Chaos said with a sly smile, his golden eyes finally darting up to meet Cooper’s gaze again. “You’re sweet.” He reached out a taloned hand to stroke Cooper’s bare knee. “Pliant.” His thumb swept up the sensitive skin of Cooper’s inner thigh. “Agreeable.”
Cooper squirmed. Should he be offended right now? And Chaos tightened his hold. He’d said those things—sweet, pliant, agreeable—like they were positives. Like they got him hot or something.
Cooper cleared his throat again, trying for a smile. “I guess I’m the right person to teach you to be gentle with humans, then, huh?”
Flames danced in Chaos’s vertical pupils. “Yes. Exactly the right person.” He stepped closer, his hand sliding up Cooper’s leg to tug on his boxer briefs. “Off,” he demanded, somewhere between insistent and petulant. “They’re covering what I want to see.”
Jesus. Cooper sucked in a breath, but he supposedagreeablemight be the right adjective after all because he shimmied his underwear down and off as ordered, revealing his half-hard cock to Chaos’s intent gaze.
He was aware he was painfully average in that department—even on the smaller side—but Chaos made a quiet, intrigued noise, his lips curling in delight. His fingertip brushed against the head of Cooper’s cock, and Cooper held back a shiver at the light touch.
“I don’t have this,” Chaos mused, stroking again.
For a second, Cooper thought Chaos was telling him he didn’t have a cock at all, but then he realized. “Foreskin?”
“Mm. I like it.” Chaos continued to stare, unblinking, as Cooper started hardening fully under his touch. He licked his lips as Cooper’s cockhead started peeking out, his foreskin retracting, and then Chaos pushed it back fully, his touch gentle as anything, despite what he’d said about needing to learn. “Pretty,” he whispered, more to himself than to Cooper. “Very pretty.”
He knelt in front of Cooper’s spread legs then, licking his lips like he was seating himself at some lecherous buffet. His wings were tucked behind him, his tail suspiciously docile. His hair was electric blue today, and Cooper brushed it back from Chaos’s eyes.
“Show me, please. Before we get started.”
Chaos knew what Cooper was asking for—he bared his teeth, displaying their blunt human ends, as opposed to his usual sharp fangs.
“You know the basics?” Cooper asked, an echo of his earlier question, before their first kiss.
“I don’t bite down,” Chaos told him somberly, then bared his teeth again in a quick snap. “No chomping.”
He was clearly teasing, but it was still a little nerve-racking, having such a volatile creature eye level with Cooper’s vulnerable dick. But something about that little bite of fear, of uncertainty, was doing it for Cooper in a weird way. He hadn’t thought he worked like that. He’d never even been particularly kinky. But messing around with unpredictable Chaos was….exciting. Strange.
“You don’t bite down,” he repeated, really hoping that mantra stuck in Chaos’s brain. “Or I’m never gonna want to do this again.”
Chaos grinned at him. “So stern, puppy.”
“Yeah, well, I have strong feelings about my dick getting bitten off.”
“I would never bite off something so lovely,” Chaos murmured, stroking a finger along the head of Cooper’s cock again. A drop of precum beaded at the slit as Cooper sucked in another sharp breath, and Chaos hummed happily. “You only have the one, after all.”
“Do you—” Cooper was struck by a daunting thought, and his eyes dropped to Chaos’s crotch. “You don’t have more than one, do you?”
“Would you like to see?” Chaos didn’t wait for an answer—he stopped caressing Cooper and hopped to his feet immediately, his clothes disappearing in a flash, leaving him naked.
He was…
Wow.
The skin Cooper had seen until now—the skin on Chaos’s arms and feet and face—had always looked mostly human, even in Chaos’s demon form, like he had a tan that was a touch more golden than natural. But naked, Chaos’s skin gave way to a light, downy fur on his chest, fur that traveled down to his belly, hips, and thighs. It matched the light, golden brown of the tuft of his tail.
It looked soft. And strange. And kind of beautiful.
But that wasn’t what Chaos had been wanting to show off when he stripped, apparently. He grabbed hold of his now bare cock, opening his fingers so it lay on his palm, like he was offering it up to Cooper’s perusal.
So Cooper perused, if only to beagreeable.
Chaos’s cock was already hard—Cooper took a moment to be flattered—andalmosthuman-looking, much like the skin on his arms and face. It was larger than what Cooper was used to taking but tapered at the tip. And it had…bumps going along the top and bottom. They almost looked like subdermal piercings, if those were a thing that demons had. The veins running along it were black and weirdly plentiful.
