“I’m glad.” Chaos scooted closer until they were touching, his soft fur brushing against the skin of Cooper’s lower back and his cock—Jesus, was that thing really hard again?—pressing against Cooper’s crease. “Puppy?”
“Yeah?” Cooper asked, the word coming out hoarse.
“I’m cold.”
Cooper huffed a laugh. “Liar. You’re a furnace.” He really was. Cooper could feel the heat of Chaos against his back, prickles of sweat already forming where they touched.
Chaos tucked his chin against Cooper’s shoulder. “But I’d be so much warmer inside of you,” he whined.
Jesus. Cooper had created a monster. Or he’d let one through the proverbial door, at the very least.
But for all that Cooper was a little sore in some delicate places, he also felt pretty fucking good. Worn out in a satisfying way, his muscles loose and his brain quiet like it almost never was first thing in the morning. He wasn’t even spiraling about the meeting they had to attend later today. At least not yet.
So he hiked his leg up, twisting his lower body in a way that exposed him for Chaos’s attentions. “All right, menace.” He let out a breath, already shivery with anticipation. “Come inside, then.”
“Really?” Chaos brushed a finger against Cooper’s crease, dipping into the furrow to circle his hole. Probably noting Cooper’s slight grimace, he reassured him, “I’ll be so gentle. So—soslow. You won’t be sorry.”
Then there was more lube at Cooper’s entrance—an absurd amount, once again. And hardly a minute later, Chaos was slipping inside him, nice and easy, just as he’d promised.
Cooper let out another breath, his body sinking into the bed as his muscles relaxed. Besides a little pinch at his rim, it felt really, really good. The tapered tip of Chaos’s cock came in handy, sliding in so easily like it did, and with those nodules…
Well, Chaos didn’t have to do much for those to hit all the right places.
Chaos’s arm slipped around Cooper’s belly, pulling him more firmly against him as he just barely pulled out before pressing in again slowly. “Mm,” he hummed. “So much better, puppy. So warm and cozy.”
Cooper’s cheeks heated. His ears too. He’d never been called warm and cozy in the context of being a receptacle for dick before, but he kind of liked it. It was strangely flattering and weirdly endearing, like pretty much everything Chaos did.
Chaos went slow, just as promised, grinding their lower halves together. Somehow his restraint only seemed to highlight the bumps of those nodules, the way they pressed and massaged against Cooper’s inner walls. Cooper was hard in no time at all, and Chaos was instantly gleeful, pressing his hand against Cooper so that the slow drag of his hips rubbed Cooper’s cock between his body and Chaos’s palm.
It shouldn’t have been enough; it really shouldn’t have. But it would be, wouldn’t it? Cooper would come, just as Chaos wanted. Last night he’d managed it even when he’d been overstimulated and so, so sensitive, but this morning he felt loose and pliant and…cozy. And it just felt so fucking good. Especially with Chaos murmuring in his ear the way he was. “So perfect, puppy. Mm. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
Cooper’s orgasm crested in a quiet wave, no less intense for the way it sneaked up on him. His whole body shuddered, his toes curling, and Chaos’s praise intensified, a long, steady stream of adulation. Just a few pumps of his hips later and he was half-draped over Cooper, his arm digging into Cooper’s belly as he quivered against him, that otherworldly heat filling Cooper just like it had the night before.
Cooper cupped a hand to his lower belly as he shook and shattered in Chaos’s arms. No one had ever come inside him unprotected before. Not until Chaos.
Chaos spent a long few minutes pressing kisses to Cooper’s shoulder, letting them both come down from their peaks, and then abruptly pulled out before bounding off the bed to who knew where, yelling, “Be right back!”
Cooper didn’t have the energy to follow, but Chaos returned before he knew it anyway, and Cooper gasped at the extremely rough, extremely cold, wet washcloth that was pressed against his ass.
“See?” Chaos asked as he cleaned Cooper with a less-than-delicate bedside manner. “I was so gentle, wasn’t I?”
Jarring clean-up aside, he had been, in his way. Just like he had been every time they’d hooked up. But was gentle really what Chaos enjoyed?
Cooper gathered his strength, propping up onto his arm to look at Chaos over his shoulder. “It’s still…good for you like that?” he asked hesitantly. “Even though you’re used to rough and wild?”
Chaos frowned at him, tossing the washcloth on the floor without looking where it landed. “Of course. I’m not some single-minded brute like Kaisyir—I can like more than one thing. And just because something is soft doesn’t mean it isn’t strong too. And…appealing.” He gave Cooper a sly look. “I still filled you with my seed, didn’t I? Planted my hatchlings inside you.”
Cooper rolled his eyes. He was 90 percent certain now that Chaos was just fucking with him about the hatchlings thing. Or…80 percent?
He’d still ask Nix later, just in case.
Chaos hopped onto his feet, clapping his hands. “Now. What does one wear to a Mafia meeting? A tracksuit? A tuxedo? Chain-mail armor?”
Cooper laughed, rising from the bed on shaky legs.
He was growing far too fond of this demon menace. He was totally screwed; he knew that now.
And maybe he should feel bad that he’d sort of just…fallen into being Chaos’s human source for sexual experimentation. His fake boyfriend, almost.
