Cooper wanted to touch him. To be touched by him. He hoped Chaos wanted the same.
Chaos’s hesitation didn’t last long. “Yes.” He nodded eagerly, wild strands of hair flopping in his face. “Yes, puppy. Good idea. Let’spractice.”
He said the last word with a wicked bite of humor, like it was some sort of inside joke. And then he was tugging Cooper onto his lap, arranging Cooper’s legs until he was straddling the demon. Chaos was still in his human form, though his hair had stayed purple, and his eyes were a golden yellow instead of brown. But he had no wings to contend with as he leaned back on the couch, his hands settling on Cooper’s hips.
Chaos had gotten very familiar with the process of kissing during their sessions, and he slid his hand easily into Cooper’s hair now, tugging Cooper’s mouth to his.
Cooper moaned into the kiss as he slid his tongue into Chaos’s waiting mouth—he loved how warm Chaos was, in whatever form he took. Loved the way he met Cooper with such greedy intent, like Cooper was a meal he’d been starving for. Cooper’s cock filled rapidly, his body associating Chaos’s touch with incoming pleasure after the way Chaos had been tossing him blow jobs like candy the past few days.
He ground his hips against Chaos shamelessly as Chaos licked and nibbled and murmured approvingly at him. Cooper’s own movements were artless and sloppy, his arousal coming on too fast, but Chaos liked that just fine, Cooper had learned. As long as Cooper was enthusiastically into whatever they were doing, Chaos was delighted.
When oxygen became a scarce commodity, Cooper leaned back, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t help asking the question that had been plaguing him, the words coming out between pants. “Did you and Nix ever…” When Chaos only cocked his head with a frown, Cooper gestured between them. “Like this? Together?”
“Oh! Practice?”
Cooper bit back another surge of bitterness at Chaos usingtheirword to describe what he’d done with Nix, but Chaos was already shaking his head. “No. Nix prefers human prey. And I prefer…” He bit at his lower lip mischievously, thumbs stroking the soft skin of Cooper’s hips. “Something different.”
“Oh.” Cooper fiddled with the hoodie strings on Chaos’s sweatshirt. Cooper’s sweatshirt, really, that Chaos had taken. “Bracchus?”
“Yes, puppy?”
Cooper didn’t know quite how to ask what he wanted to. He had gotten too used to the apps, too used to walking into a room and already knowing what was expected.
Would you like to fuck me?Willyou fuck me? Please, God, just go ahead and fuck me?
He cleared his throat, grinding down just a touch, reassuring himself that Chaos was hard too. Cooper wasn’t the only one. “Do you want to…see my toys again?”
Flames lit up in Chaos’s pupils. “Just to see?” he asked coyly, thumbs pressing hard into Cooper’s skin now.
“No. You can—” Cooper’s breath hitched as Chaos’s fingers dipped below his waistband. “You can play with them. With me. If you—if you want.”
Chaos’s gaze dropped to Cooper’s sweatpants and the erection tenting them. It was obvious whatCooperwanted, no matter how roundabout his request. But it was hard for embarrassment to linger when Chaos stroked a finger over the fabric, humming appreciatively when Cooper’s cock jerked under his touch.
“But, puppy,” he murmured, a sly edge to his voice. “What if I put one of those toys inside you and I get all jealous?”
Cooper swallowed with a dry throat, trying to stop himself from rocking into Chaos’s touch and focus. Cooper hadn’t said anything about putting the toysinsidehim, but he wasn’t going to correct Chaos. Not when that was exactly what he’d been looking for. “What do you mean, jealous?”
“What ifIwant to be inside you instead?” Chaos asked, his lower lip pushing out as he teased Cooper’s cock. “What if I want to fill you up?”
“Then…then…” Cooper’s face felt hot, his body strung tight with tension. “Then I guess you could…you could do that. If you—if you end up feeling jealous.”
Chaos grinned at him, no longer coy but triumphant, and then he was standing, Cooper in his arms. Cooper didn’t know how that was possible—they were the same fucking size—but he supposed that was the demon strength coming in handy.
Chaos walked them to the bedroom, tossing Cooper onto the bed like a sack of potatoes when they got there. Cooper giggled as he bounced on the mattress, the sound trailing off as he felt a strange flash of warmth. He yelped.
Holy shit—his clothes were on fuckingfire.
But the fear only lasted a moment. His clothes disintegrated around him in an instant, his skin untouched and unharmed by the flames, his bed not even smoking. Cooper was left nude, his heart racing with residual adrenaline. He gaped at Chaos, who was naked now as well, that intimidating cock bobbing in front of him as he opened Cooper’s bedside drawer.
Chaos ignored Cooper’s shock, humming in thought as he stared inside the drawer, then pulled out Cooper’s anal beads. “Like eggs,” he murmured. “Hatchlings.” He grinned at Cooper, waving the beads in front of him. “Our hatchlings would be so cute, don’t you think? Should we try to make some?”
A new sort of anxiety coursed through Cooper. Chaos couldn’t mean…
“Right. But. Wait.” Cooper shook his head. “That can’t actually—wecan’t actually—”
Chaos cackled, setting the beads and a bottle of lube beside Cooper on the bed. He knelt between Cooper’s thighs, pushing Cooper’s legs apart to give himself more room, stroking Cooper’s hip. “Silly puppy,” he soothed. “Don’t fret. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
It wasn’t nearly as reassuring as Chaos seemed to think—not when Cooper didn’t have an answer to what the fuck “hatchlings” were—but apparently Cooper’s body didn’t care about any of that. He was still hard as a rock, precum dripping from his tip, waiting for whatever would come next.
