Nick shifted, slightly uncomfortable due to the fact that Kit repositioning had lost him friction down below. And Kit humping his stomach until he came—Nick was very, very turned-on. “I’m not reaching for you,” Nick murmured. “Okay?” He reached into his own trousers, guiding his cock just free of the fabric so he could touch himself. He thumbed his piercings, turning each ring in his scrotum and then twisting his ladder rungs before pumping himself with a light touch, a soft torture as Kit adored Nick’s skin with his tongue.
Nick revelled for longer than he thought himself capable of, but eventually his body grew tense with need and desire, sensation ramping up slowly, unbearably, until a thread of frustrated patience snipped. Nick’s breaths were unsteady when he peeled open his eyes, seeing a smooth temple, black hair stuck to it by sweat. “I’m cut, Kit,” he murmured. “Let my face go for just a sec, okay? I need some saliva.”
Kit leaned back, eyes sliding to Nick’s cock. He reached down, took Nick by the wrist and guided his hand up. Every movement was slack, almost lazy. Kit cupped Nick’s hand, palm up, and bowed his head. His tongue slid out.
A full-body shiver prickled over Nick. The air thickened as he watched, transfixed, as Kit licked along each finger, between them, nibbled on Nick’s thumb, and bit down gently before sucking the skin red. His tail moved as he did this. Sliding across Nick’s lap, brushing against his cock.
Nick’s attention split between the worship his hand was receiving and his cock. The end of Kit’s tail, the thinnest part just before it tapered off into tufts, slowly wrapped around his shaft. It wound around, pressing against his piercings and moving them as the pressure tightened. Nick’s blood roared, gaze snapping to Kit,who wasn’t even paying attention, eyes shut as he sucked two of Nick’s fingers into his mouth. Nick’s attention dragged back to his cock.
This tail had split the skin on his back open. It had a terrifying strength, yet it wrapped so carefully around his cock, tightening in little maddening pulses.
Nick’s balls were tight to his shaft, his mind cracking open when those soft tufts brushed against the sensitive underside of his head. Nick inhaled sharply, hips bucking up as his climax crashed through him with a vengeance, a wave of overwhelming sensation rocketing through his body.
Nick’s breath swept away as he spilled out, the individual banding of Kit’s tail constricting as his cock pulsed, semen landing on his shirt, his pants, the tufts of Kit’s tail.
Dazed, Nick came back to his senses, loosening the fist he had twisted into Kit’s shirt. He tried to smooth out the damage, return the crisp lines to his tailored shirt. “Sorry, I scrunched the fabric.” Nick drew in a sharp breath. “Kit, shit, I’m sorry.” He yanked his hand away, and quick as a whip, Kit caught his wrist. Put Nick’s hand back on his side.
Through the gut punch of panic, Nick realised that Kit was still relaxed. He didn’t tense, even as he purposefullyflattened Nick’s hand against his ribs. There wasn’t a hint of stress in his expression but rather a tired, lethargic delight.
“You once called it a rat’s tail,” Kit said. He still had Nick’s other hand in his grip. He flattened out those fingers too and rubbed his face into them. Nick’s breath stopped entirely. He didn’t dare move as Kit rested his cheek in Nick’s palm. Willingly. Happily.
Distracted, it took him a minute to process Kit’s words. “What are you talking about?”
“You said you were going to cut off my disgusting rat’s tail,” Kit continued, eyes fixed on Nick’s face, the merriment in his eyes plain to see. “Yet you rather seem to enjoy it.”
Nick swallowed hard. Kit wasteasinghim. About coming. From being touched by his tail. “I might have to revise that promise.” His voice came out wrecked. He twitched his thumb, just the tiniest bit, and Kit leaned into it, giving Nick the bravery to stroke his cheek. And Kitstayedhappy. He stayed content. “For the record, I never actually thought your tail was disgusting.”
Kit’s eyes brightened.
“Though, I can’t say I ever imagined…this.” Kit’s tail was still wrapped around him. Holding Nick gently as he softened.
“You’re unreal, Kit,” Nick muttered under his breath.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kit tightened his grip on Nick when he tried to fetch a washcloth, the little objecting noise he made criminally persuasive. Nick yielded, settling for taking off his already dirty shirt and using that to clean them both.
Nick stretched out on his back, the injuries barely bothering him anymore, and Kit followed, burrowing his face against his neck, throwing a leg over his thighs, an arm finding his waist.
“Did you like it?” Kit asked, an undercurrent of nerves and insecurity threaded through the middle of the question. It was in the way he held on to Nick, the unevenness of the breaths against his neck.
“There’s no part of that I didn’t like,” Nick answered honestly. “I feel really close to you. I was able to get into it—which, sometimes, I can’t do—and it was just so, so good.” Nick caught the inside of his cheek, hesitating, shying away from the vulnerability, but then Kit’s gloveless fingers cradled his ribs, and he found his courage. “You made me feel wanted. Like, as a person. And that’s not something I’ve felt in a long time, and you justgaveit to me.” An embarrassed laugh got caught in hischest, even though nothing he was saying was funny. “I sound stupid.”
Kit purred so hard he shook the bed, his touch and warmth saying,you don’t sound stupid.
“And you smell amazing, by the way,” Nick added. He nosed his hair, breathing in. It wasn’t as strong as from Kit’s skin, but the ochre hung pleasantly in the air.
“I know my tail has been bothering you since… I have seen you flinching.”
“I have,” Nick admitted. “But that’s not going to be a thing. I like your tail.” His hand was resting on his stomach, and he turned it up, opening his fingers. Kit’s face was buried in his neck, but he must have sensed the ask regardless; his tail swished into his palm, and Nick closed his grip on him. “It’s soft and tactile, and I think the fact that you can wrap this around my cock and my piercings and be so gentle that it doesn’t hurt at all is kind of nuts. I like that it’s warm too. I like how it’s black but still catches the moonlight. I like how the tufts are the same colour as your hair.”
Kit vibrated with the most soothing, wonderful purr.
Feelings welled up, and Nick didn’t know how to handle them. He was used to a crash after sex. He was used to an overwhelming amount of disinterest in his partner the second after he climaxed. He wasn’t used to feeling fulfilled; he wasn’t used to being compelled totalk.
“I’m going to move a bit,” Nick warned. “I’m twisting onto my side, and I’m not going to reach for you with my hands, but I would like to scent-mark your mouth.”
Kit hummed, stayed relaxed, so Nick adjusted and got his lips over Kit’s, chasing after the feeling of closeness. He already had Kit’s tail in his hand, so he tugged him by it, pulling Kit on top of him. Nick pulled back after a few seconds, and Kit buriedhis face once more into the crook of his neck, this time draped over him.
