Nick’s eyes slid shut, head tilting back as he moaned.
“Can you pour some onto your hand?” Kit requested. He leaned in, scent-marking Nick’s cheek and jaw.
Nick did as asked without opening his eyes. A second later, Kit’s tail was brushing against his hand, winding its way into Nick’s grip, rubbing, sliding, getting the lotion all over it. It left Nick’s hand and wound around their cocks, lubed up and slick.
“Jesus,” Nick cursed. He thrust his hips up, fucking the heat and wetness, dying as Kit got his tail tufts against the bundle of nerves at the underside of his cockhead. He waspanting, the tension in him rising, heart beating out of his chest, sweat beading all over his body. He threw back his head as he gasped, cursed, moaned.
He collapsed back on the mattress, Kit chasing him down, humping into the friction his own tail was providing—and Kit’s voice grew louder, gorgeous, as his hip pumps roughened. Kit’s hand fell away, allowing his tail to provide all the strangling friction, and Nick gasped in surprise as both Kit’s hands abruptly found Nick’s and seized a hold. Kit rose up, pinning Nick’s hands on either side of his head, fucking against him as he gasped, “I’m gonna… Nick…”
Kit slammed his mouth to Nick’s, thrusting his tongue and a moan inside.
Nick’s body imploded. Blood roaring, mind blanking, his orgasm swept through him in breath-snatching waves. His body jerked in erratic thrusts as he released, and Kit came undone with him, moaning into Nick’s mouth, twitching as he painted his cock and stomach with hot cum. When Nick finally gasped in a much-needed breath, Kit broke away from the kiss and collapsed, head on his chest, a soft whine humming from his throat, accompanied by a weak purr.
Seconds later, both turned into soft snores.
Chapter Forty-Two
Kit
Kit’s bliss-filled dream held firm in the morning light. Nick lay curled around him, arms, legs, face, all pressing in from every side. Each time they had spent the night together, Nick, in his sleep, had moved Kit onto his side, plastered himself against his back, and fused them together with an arm locked around Kit’s stomach. The moment Nick got them into this position, he settled, not moving again until morning.
Kit ran his fingers lightly along the arm banding his stomach, feeling pulses of heat against the spells inked into Nick’s skin. His purr began and would not stop.
Nick hummed and sleepily scent-marked Kit’s nape before he stopped, slowly tensing. His fingers tightened on Kit’s stomach. “Is touching you like this okay?”
“It is okay,” Kit reassured. It was easy to let go with Nick, who would not reach where his touch was uninvited. His thoughts drifted to what they’d done before falling asleep, andhe felt his face redden. “It… I…” Shyness stunted his words. “You were meant to enter me.” Why a complaint left Kit’s lips, he had no idea; he had none of last night, and he had been the one to get distracted. And the one to fall asleep!
“We’ll get around to it,” Nick said with a chuckle. “I enjoyed what we did instead though, didn’t you?” Nick nosed his nape, breathing in. “I love the way you smell,” he said with a groan. “And taste.” More scent-marking.
Instinct had him lifting his tail at the base in invitation.
Heat slicked its way down Kit’s spine, and he bowed his head as Nick’s mouth caressed the slope of his neck. His eyelids fluttered shut as Nick’s tongue caught a bundle of nerves beneath the hinge of his jaw in a nip. Kit thrust his hips back, pushing against Nick’s hardened cock. They’d kicked off their trousers during the night, leaving them bare skin to bare skin. Kit hesitated at the abundance of contact, eyes flicking open. He shifted his hands out of Nick’s reach and watched closely as Nick’s hand glided across his stomach, caressed his ribs, grasped the base of his tail and ran his grip all the way to the tufts at the end.
“Doing okay?” Nick checked.
Kit settled back into his skin, the flash of unease dissipating. One of Nick’s arms was in the curve of Kit’s neck, trapped against the mattress. The other was wrapped up in his tail, where he could effortlessly pin it wherever he liked. “Yes,” he murmured. Kit reached for the lotion, poured too much into his hand. He shifted his hips forwards and without preamble slid two fingers inside. Kit had practised. Once he’d slickened his inside, he palmed lotion over Nick’s hard cock. He traced a pulsing vein from root to head, shivering at the thought of what it would feel like inside him.
Nick stopped scenting Kit’s neck and leaned back, watching. His gaze boiled Kit’s bare skin, his open looking so…so… Kit twisted so that his face was buried in his pillow. He ended up licking a stretch of upper arm, scenting Nick’s skin, smelling his arousal. Nick’slookingand the heated arousal that came with it were overwhelming.
“Like this?” Kit raised his tail out of the way.
“If you’re sure,” Nick said.
Kit nodded.
“Can I hold your hip, or is that too close to your cock for comfort?” Nick checked.
Kit still had Nick’s hand trapped in his tail; he impatiently put it onto his bare hip. Nick chuckled.
“Okay. You guide my cock in so,” Nick said, an amused note in his voice.
A mix of purr and growl rumbled unbidden from Kit’s throat. He reached back to do as asked, gripping Nick’s length with his fingers, then using the end of his tail to help. Nick’s breath caught as his tip pressed against his hole. Kit didn’t hesitate as he bore down.
The hand on his hip tightened, fingers digging in. “We’ll stay in this position. I won’t try to get on top. Alright?”
Kit nodded.
“And,” Nick added in a strained voice, “youwillspeak up if you feel uncomfortable for any reason.”
