Kit followed Nick closely as he changed into loose clothes and was practically on top of him when he crawled onto the bed. “Kit…” Nick laughed. “Come on.”
Kit hummed, only backing off long enough for Nick to lie down, and then he was right there, curling his body over his. Nick lay on his back, adjusting his arm so that Kit could fit comfortably against him, and then let his eyes drift shut. The room felt safer now that he was familiar with it and knew the men outside. No urge to check the locks or latch surfaced, and Nick had a feeling that when he drifted off, it would be to another night of undisturbed sleep.
Kit’s breaths were steady, but fast. His body didn’t relax the way Nick’s did, maintaining a slight tension as the minutes passed. Nick opened his eyes again. Kit wasn’t initiating anything, but that slightly ochre scent drifted from his skin.
“We can do other stuff if you want,” Nick said. “Non-penetrative.”
“I’d like to practice taking out your piercings,” Kit replied immediately. The whip of his tail and the speed of his delivery left Nick suspecting Kit had been on the cusp of asking before he had spoken. Kit sat up, meeting Nick’s eyes. “I will be gentle. If you instruct me how—or perhaps show me with one? I can do the rest.”
Nick wondered if he’d ever have the strength to saynoto such a request. “Go on then,” Nick said with a grin. “But I’m not helping, you have to figure it out.”
Kit’s eyes flashed. But, Nick noted, not in worry but rather in anticipation, or excitement, for the challenge.
Kit sat up, taking the sheet away with an impatient sweep of his arm. Nick adjusted the pillow under his head, letting himself see Kit’s concentrated look as he stared at Nick’s clothed legs. He flicked a look over Nick’s expression as he reached for the waistband of his trousers, and when Nick didn’t object, hepulled them off. Kit then cupped Nick’s knees and guided them up, propping Nick’s feet on the mattress. He settled himself on his knees between Nick’s spread legs, scrunching his eyebrows together as he decided on a plan of action.
Nick was already sporting a semi.
“What was it you accused me of before? Brazenly looking at your cock?” Nick raised an eyebrow.
Kit’s tail lashed, though it hooked when he met Nick’s eyes. “You are not shy,” he pointed out. “And I am not looking, I am…studying.” He crept closer, knees brushing against the back of Nick’s thighs. He reached out only to stop, remove his gloves with an impatient grunt and toss them aside. The warning not to reach for his hands didn’t come.
Kit’s finger brushed against the lowest rung of the scrotum ladder. The metal clinked softly against his nail, a ticklish feeling rippling through Nick. His cock twitched, startling Kit.
Nick smothered a grin. “You’re touching my cock, that’s going to happen.”
Kit grunted his acknowledgement. His tail flicked in and carefully twined around Nick’s shaft, weaving between his piercings. The limb tightened until it was snug and then tugged Nick’s cock up, pinning it to his abdomen, his balls lifted up to be easily accessible.
Kit peered at the first rung closely. He tapped it, and his tail kept Nick’s cock still even though he twitched. His breath was warm on Nick’s sack, making him squirm, fingers curling around his pillow to squeeze.
Kit pinched the round ball on the end of the ring and tugged. Nothing happened. He took hold of the ball on the other side of the ring and tugged; it came off. A purr burst from Kit’s chest. “I see,” he murmured. He guided the ring out of Nick withthe utmost care, eyes flicking up intermittently to check Nick’s expression for pain.
The only pain came from how hard he was getting. Kit straightened up, a victorious gleam in his eye. “It is not so difficult,” he said. “These are very well made.” He placed the ball back onto the end of the ring and set it aside on the bedside table.
Nick watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Kit worked his way steadily up through each piercing, removing the three rings from his scrotum and the five bars from his shaft. He used his tail to stretch the skin around the piercing he was currently working on, his touch braver after each success. Nick was tense and aroused, and he clutched the pillow tighter to stop himself from grabbing his cock for relief. He wanted that to come from Kit.
Kit placed the last of the piercings aside and studied Nick’s cock at length. His tail was still wound around it, providing pressure, but not friction. A single drop of precum beaded on his tip. Kit’s eyes found it. His head canted to the side, and he angled his tail so that the edges of his tufts slid against Nick’s slit and pushed.
Nick cried out, hips bucking. He inadvertently knocked the tufts out of place. Kit moved in, hands settling onto Nick’s hips, pushing down. His tufts found Nick’s slit again and rubbed against it. It wasn’t much, but the sensation drove Nick wild.
“Kit.” Nick’s entire body spasmed.
With the gentlest touch, Kit delivered the most exquisite agony.
“You are cut.” Kit’s voice was thick. “So you require saliva.”
Nick was too tied up in the sensation of his body to realise what Kit had in mind. By the time he did, Kit’s breath was on his tip. The tuft moved aside, fluttering against his sensitiveunderside, still finding a way to torture him. Nick could barely keep his eyes open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He’d be humping the air if Kit wasn’t pinning him still. He watched, waiting to see if Kit would spit or –
Kit’s tongue darted out and wet Nick’s tip. He angled his head to the side. Wet along the ridge of his head. And then he leaned in, rubbing his cheek against Nick’s cock with a pleased hum. Every one of Nick’s breaths was a curse or a pleasured groan as Kit scent-marked his cock.
His lips spread over Nick’s tip, holding him in his mouth as his tongue pressed flat to his slit. Kit lowered, and Nick watched transfixed as he swallowed down his cock, lips glistening red. Kit’s lashes fluttered when Nick prodded the back of his throat.
“I’m going to come,” Nick warned. “I can’t help it. It’ll be in your mouth if you don’t –”
Kit’s cheeks hollowed, the heat of his throat closing around Nick.
Nick gasped, arcing off the bed as the orgasm tore through him. His mind whited out under its force, nothing but bodily sensation remaining as he spilled onto Kit’s tongue. Kit groaned, lowering down onto Nick with a wet slide, swallowing down the rest of his release.
Nick collapsed, gasping.
