“I thought not, since you just did,” Nick breathed out in amusement. He relaxed against Kit’s back, a strange laugh bubbling out of his chest. “Did you like that? Rubbing against my cock?”
Kit’s cheeks reddened.
“What about your hole? Was it rude of me to come down here?” Nick didn’t want to reach out with his hands, but he moved his hips to run his softening erection over Kit’s hole, glistening with cum. The bud tightened, and Kit drew in a shaky breath.
“It was not rude,” Kit murmured.
Nick hummed.
Kit twisted in his arms, rubbing his face against Nick’s, all affection. “I am interested in feeling your piercings inside. I have never been with a man with piercings. Or a man at all,” Kit admitted.
Nick let that settle. Considered its meanings. “You’ve been with me a few times now,” he said. “It isn’t just penetration that counts. You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?”
Kit’s skin flamed. His eyes were bright, clear. He nodded.
“And you’ve liked it? Having a cock rubbing against you?” Even if Kit was only using him as a means of experimentation, Nick was determined that he would do his best for him. It had crossed his mind that Kit had come on to him because he felt like a safe choice. Nick was someone Kit knew he could physically overpower, and he wasn’t a woman. That being said, that criteria left almost the entire world open, given that all the kits here were very clear about Kit being physically stronger than them.
Kit ducked his head, hiding. “It’s your cock,” he said, as if that was an answer to Nick’s question. No. He said it as if it wastheanswer.
Kit likedNick’scock rubbing against him.
Nick felt his face redden.
“I can take the piercings out.” Nick’s mouth moved all by itself. “We can try both, but your first time shouldn’t be with them in.”
“Okay,” Kit said, as if he was agreeing to a plan.
There was a beat of silence. Kit’s head was still down-turned, looking right at Nick’s cock as it started hardening again. “How do I take them out?” Kit asked.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“I—hang on.” Nick forced himself away from Kit, sitting up with effort. “Wait. We need to have a conversation about this first.”
Kit sat up too, legs folding up beneath him, tail draping comfortably across Nick’s lap, eyes focusing on Nick head-on. His gorgeous cock was resting on his thigh, curved against his hip, slightly plump. Nick was momentarily distracted. “First of all, you have the nicest cock I’ve seen in my life. I just want to get that out of the way. Now, what I want –”
Kit groaned at the compliment. And the bastard sprang into Nick’s lap, attacking his mouth with tongue. Instinct ruled his body. Nick thrust his tongue right between those lush lips and kissed him back hard. Kit’s cock touched his bare stomach, wetting a line of precum onto his abs. His own cock nested into Kit’s ass, the semen he’d spilled there dripping down onto him.
Nick wrenched back, throwing his weight onto his hands behind him. “No, stop, we’re talking first because otherwise I’m just going to fuck the life out of you, and that might not be what you want, so –”
“I am happy with you fucking me.” Kit wrapped his arms around Nick’s shoulders. He was leaning in for another kiss. Nick turned his face aside, and Kit licked his cheek instead. “Without the piercings. With them, too.”
“Are you interested in doing me?” Nick asked.
Kit froze mid-lick. His tail wrenched to the side and wrapped so quickly around Kit’s leg that Nick’s soul hurt. He lifted his gaze from his tail to Kit’s expression, watching as he shut down.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Nick said, lowering his voice. “Which is okay.”
Even with the reassurance, the tension in Kit’s body didn’t release; Nick had unintentionally thrust him somewhere dark. Somewhere Nick didn’t want him to be and certainly wasn’t going to leave him. Panic circled as he imagined failing Kit. They were in bed together, naked apart from Kit’s rumpled shirt and Nick’s pants pushed down to his thighs. Kit no doubt felt the vulnerability of their physical exposure.
Trevor would power through. He would be empathetic. He would be patient. Nick wasn’t either normally, but for Kit, he would be the most patient and empathetic person in the world. He didn’t have his dad’s magical ability to always know what to say, but he would try so damn hard that effort would bridge the gap. “There’s no pressure with me, Kit,” Nick said. “I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to. I want you to feel good, and I want you to feel safe. I don’t necessarily know how to do that, give that, but I can promise that I’ll never push for something you don’t want. If you want to scent-mark me, okay. If you want to rub against me, great. If you want us to have penetrative sex, I’m on board with that too.”
Kit blinked, emotion returning to his eyes. The shadows lessened, receding into the distance. He met Nick’s eyes. “What do you want?” Kit asked.
“What I needis a conversation,” Nick said. “I need to know that I’m not scaring you. I need to know us having sex isn’t going to turn into your worst nightmare becauseIwouldn’t be able to handle that either.” Something self-conscious crept into Kit’s expression. “But if we’re talking about physical wants,which I think is what you were asking me, there’s very little we could do in bed that I wouldn’t enjoy. I like you scent-marking me. I think you rubbing against me to get off is the hottest thing in the universe. And I’m so on board for more.”
Kit’s breaths were shallow and uneven. His arms were still locked around Nick’s shoulders, clinging.
