Nick sat on the edge of the bed, the wooden frame digging into his calves as he pushed back. Looked. Kit, who had been completely at ease watching Nick, fidgeted under his gaze. A slow flush grew across his cheeks, the edges of his bronzed collarbones taking on a reddish hue. Kit’s swishing tail took on a sharpness. His eyes were half-lidded, the blue of his irises a hungry, waning moon.
Kit took a step forward. Then another. Nick tilted back his head, keeping their eyes connected.
“I like your people,” Nick said.
Kit’s cheeks twitched as his tail hooked. “They like you too, as I knew they would. All the kits on board the ship do too.” There was a pleased note in Kit’s voice.
“I don’t feel like I was particularly nice to them,” Nick said. Though admittedly, he could tell that they liked him, or they thought him a novelty of some sort. “I did a lot of teamsports as a teenager, and I’d get roped into helping out the younger groups training all the time… I never really understood why the kids liked me.” Despite his attitude, the buoyant and the brusque alike had circled him like ducklings chasing their mother, and the trainers always hunted him down to help out, ignoring other classmates whom Nick would have picked out as far better suited to the task.
“You are genuine. A quality all children are drawn towards.” Kit’s tail brushed against Nick’s thigh, the tufts fluttering. He advanced another step, knees brushing against Nick’s.
“Are you content with the bath you received?” Kit’s cheeks reddened further as he asked, but in a show of determination, his eyes remained locked on Nick’s.
Nick’s mouth slid into a grin. “You mean, am I happy with thecleaning?” he teased, raising a brow. “I told you I was.”
“But do you still feel that way?” Kit checked, peering carefully at his face.
Nick felt his grin fading, realising why Kit was asking, what he was checking. “Yes,” he answered seriously. “I was comfortable with it, and still am. You made me feel good, and you didn’t overstep.”
Kit breathed out in relief, then gathered himself, shoulders squared. “The hall was very messy. With those frogs. And the dancing. And the music.” Kit’s eyes slipped away from Nick’s, travelling down the open collar of his shirt, over the slopes of his chest, landing between his legs before darting quickly sideways. His face glowed red as he said, “You are probably dirty again.”
Nick studied his face, his tail, his revealing leather pants. Kit held himself taut, a coiled spring. Nick shifted his weight back onto his palms and slowly tightened the sheets into a firm grip. “Are you suggesting another bath?”
“A bath is perhaps not necessary,” Kit said. His tail swished from side to side, excited.
Nick’s want rose within him on a heady wave of ochre and musk.
“I could clean you?” Kit murmured.
Nick’s cock twitched. “Would you scent-mark me too?” His voice came out rough. He let go of the sheets long enough to tap his bottom lip. “Here?”
Kit caught Nick’s face in a firm grip, crushing his mouth to Nick’s with a groan. A note of surprise escaped Nick’s lips, only to be swallowed up by Kit’s hungry mouth. Nick only took a moment to recover, and then he was kissing Kit back, thrusting his hand behind him before he grabbed Kit and inadvertently upset him.
Kit clambered onto his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Nick’s thighs, leveraging himself up so that Nick had to tilt his head back to keep their mouths connected. Nick’s eyelids fluttered shut on a groan as gloved fingers sank into the hair at his nape. The sound of Kit’s irritated growl vibrated through Nick’s chest.
Kit broke their kiss, that growl continuing. Nick opened his eyes as Kit ripped off one fine glove. Then the other, revealing lean, elegant fingers. Kit’s gaze cut sharply to Nick’s face, a rigid stillness seizing his body. “You will not reach for my hands?” Kit checked, an edge, an impatience in his voice.
“I won’t touch anywhere unless you ask,” Nick promised.
Kit’s mouth was on Nick’s again, cutting offaskhalfway through. Warm, exposed fingers curled into Nick’s hair, carding through long strands. Kit’s hips thrust forward, his erection rubbing against Nick’s abdomen. Kit was an iron bar, curved up against his right hip. He twisted himself and ground in again. And again. Chasing after his own pleasure. His grip on Nicktightened, and a groan slid from between Kit’s lips—aroused, glorious.
“Fuck,” Nick murmured against Kit’s mouth. With each thrust, Kit’s ass ground against Nick’s cock, pressure and weight working him up, and up and up. Nick thrust his tongue into Kit’s mouth, hot inside, and welcoming too. A purr slowly began, ramping up in intensity until Kit had them both vibrating with the strength of it.
Kit broke their kiss. He hooked his arms around Nick’s shoulders, buried his face in Nick’s hair and panted hot, gasping breaths into the strands. Nick tilted his head slightly, lightly kissing Kit’s bare throat, mouthing his fevered, frantic pulse.
Kit’s hips bucked as frantically as his pulse, trying to match the pace of his heart.
His grip tightened to a painful degree, grounding Nick in his body, keeping him focused and anchored, hyper-aware of every little cue from Kit as the man fell further apart on his lap. “Nick.” Kit’s tail wound around his arm, wrist to shoulder. It quivered and began tightening in pulses that matched Kit’s thrusts. “Nick,” Kit groaned, his voice ragged.
“Keep going,” Nick encouraged, mouthing the delicate throat in front of him. “You’re almost there.”
Kit’s entire body curled around him, weight shifting until Nick was supporting them both. Kit’s movements pulled Nick’s shirt loose from his pants, dragged the material askew until Kit’s cock rubbed over a loose string from the collar, digging it into Nick’s chest. It must have felt good. Kit jolted as if shocked. Nick’s eyes were shut, his nose pressed into Kit’s jaw, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex as Kit cried out softly, body losing its steady rhythm as he shook, tense, quaking. A wet spot grew on the front of his trousers, cock trembling.
Kit clung to him, slackening until his weight was no longer held up and taut, instead collapsed against Nick’s chest.Nick breathed out in relief when Kit’s purr started again softly after a stutter. Kit nuzzled his cheek, breath warm, humid and settled. His tail loosened on Nick’s arm.
“Feel okay?” Nick checked. Everything in Kit’s body said he did, but he needed to make sure.
Kit hummed, tongue dragging across the bridge of Nick’s nose. He framed Nick’s face between his hands and proceeded with a thorough scent-marking. Nick shut his eyes, not complaining once. He didn’t scrunch his nose like he had the last time. The idea of saliva on his face bothered him less when he could feel a small wet patch on his abdomen from Kit’s release. Plus, now that he knew the act of scent-marking made Kit feel good, it felt more intimate, less confusing.
