“I’m nervous.” Dre’s warm voice so close to his ear was like Viagra to Sammy’s own erection that had grown so hard that it started to hurt.
“Me too. You’re so gorgeous. I want to touch you all over but don’t know where to start.”
Dre grinned and rolled onto his back. “How about you straddle me, which would give my hands a nice place to rest and my eyes the chance to take you fully in while you can start…exploring.” He waggled his eyebrows. Sammy started to laugh, which drained his nervousness. Carefully, because he didn’t want to appear more awkward than he already felt, Sammy climbed onto Dre. The heat coming from Dre felt great on the skin of his thighs and under his palms. The cock poking at his lower back had Sammy’s imagination plunging to the gutter. No mindless sex today, he reminded himself sternly. You want to explore. He leaned down to give Dre a deep kiss. It took quite a while, and when Dre finally let Sammy up again, he felt a bit dizzy. Drunk on the kiss, Sammy started caressing the tip of a tattooed swirl that started right under Dre’s left ear. He followed the complicated pattern, lost it twice, once around the right nipple, the second time at Dre’s ribcage, before he tracked it down to his navel.
“They’re beautiful. Do they mean anything?” Sammy felt heat rising in his cheeks. What a stupid question! But Dre chuckled, seemingly not offended in the least.
“Actually, they do. The fact that they’re silver means I’m royalty. Ordinary demons have black tattoos and warriors’ are bronze. Only my father’s are golden, because he’s the king. We’re born with them, which makes choosing a career a lot easier.”
Sammy laughed. “Seems like it. And what kind of career is being royalty? Are you exceptionally good at waving?”
Dre tickled Sammy in retaliation until he was out of breath.
“Mercy! I’m sure you have a lot of grave responsibilities.”
“I have. And just for the record, demons and waving don’t go well together. When you do it with your claws, it’s seen as a threat.”
As if to heighten his words, Dre let the claws on his right hand grow out. Very carefully he dragged them across Sammy’s chest, making him whimper. Sammy knew he probably should be frightened. Dre’s claws were long and sharp enough to slice him open like a ripe melon. But all he felt was lust.
“Is that all? Or are the patterns some secret language? Like Elvish?” He moaned when the needle-sharp tips dug into the flesh below his ribcage, not deep enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make him feel them.
Dre’s eyes were a deep, blazing red, and he was looking at Sammy as if he wanted to swallow him whole. “Yes, they are a kind of language, but more like the pictographs of the Aztecs than Elvish.” He pointed at his right nipple, around which the pattern looked a bit like a nest of coiling snakes. “This here is my name. Well, not really my name, more like what it represents in the demon tongue.” Before Sammy could open his mouth to ask, Dre talked on. “Chaos and the ability to navigate it. I can’t bring order, but I don’t have to, since I own the chaos. This”—he pointed at his navel—“represents my family, which has ruled over the demon world since the beginning of time.”
Sammy listened, completely fascinated. “So the places where it looks as if there’s a nest of tattoos are actual words. What about the long lines between? Are they there just to connect the different words?”
Dre smiled, obviously pleased by Sammy’s interest. “Yes and no. Some of them are words themselves, others are mere links. The demon tongue is complicated because it uses pictures as well as words to convey meaning. Have you ever seen one of those graffiti paintings where you realized it was actually a word, but you could only read it after somebody told you what it was supposed to mean?”
Sammy nodded. He’d always admired that kind of art.
“It’s a bit like that with my tattoos. If you know what they’re supposed to mean, it’s clear as the day. You’ll understand once I’ve taught you.”
Sammy started following another swirl with the tip of his index finger. “Are you sure I’ll be able to learn it? It looks awfully complicated.”
Dre grabbed his other hand to press a kiss on his palm. “You’re a very smart man, mo grah thu. You’ll figure it out in no time.”
Sammy smiled. “Thank you.” He shifted a bit on Dre’s stomach. The movement had the tip of Dre’s cock gliding along his spine. The sudden coldness when the air hit the wet trail Dre’s cockhead had left made Sammy shudder.
“Oh God, Dre. I’m not sure I can stick to just exploring. You’re so hot.”
Dre’s answer was a whimpering sound deep in his throat. “Don’t tempt me, Sammy. We’re supposed to take it slow.” He jerked his hips upward, lifting Sammy’s knees off the mattress. A feverish gleam made his eyes appear almost fluorescent. Sammy groaned.
“Do you think jerking each other off counts as taking it slow?”
“It does now!” Dre growled. He tightened his grip on Sammy’s hips before he rolled them sideways. Then he pulled Sammy as close to himself as possible, trapping both their hard cocks between their stomachs. Sammy instinctively slung his arm around Dre’s body to help him. Dre maneuvered one of his hands between them, engulfing their shafts. If Sammy hadn’t been so turned on, he might have felt embarrassed by the difference in size, but at the moment, all he cared about was that his cock was almost completely swallowed by Dre’s big hand and that the heat and texture of Dre’s cock—slightly raspy where the scales were elevated by the thick veins underneath while wonderfully smooth where the skin spanned the flesh—had him close to exploding.
“So good, Dre. It feels so good.”
“Yes, mo grah thu. You’re perfect.” Dre panted heavily in Sammy’s ear, while he started stroking their shafts. Sammy followed the movement with his hips, chasing the friction that soon would have him exploding against Dre’s chest.
“Close, Dre. So close. Need you… Harder.”
“Sammy!”
The moment Dre’s hand closed like a vise around their cocks, Sammy felt the pulsing start in his balls, race along his shaft, then his seed shot out at the same time Dre coated his stomach with his release. The warm stickiness from their combined essence felt so good on Sammy’s skin that his cock twitched with interest, even though he felt like he just spent everything he had. The touch of Dre’s hand on his cock was both soothing and painful, making his nerve endings scream from overstimulation. Dre murmured in a language Sammy assumed was his mother tongue, because all he could make out in the musical lilt was his own name. He shifted a bit, to re-establish skin contact in the places where they had parted during their orgasms and a sharp pain in his back told him Dre’s claws must have come out. The realization that being with him had made Dre lose his composure quickly morphed the pain into a warm tingling of pleasure. All of a sudden, the pressure in his back vanished.
“Sorry.” Dre winced. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Shh, it’s fine. It feels good to be able to make you go crazy.”
“Always, mo grah thu. Always.”
They started kissing while the cum dried on their bodies. Sammy found he didn’t care one bit. After they had both come down from their high and their skin had started to itch, they went into the bathroom to have a shower. It felt natural to do that together with Dre, even though it was a challenge to fit them both into the shower stall. Sammy had always meant to get a new, huge shower, but had postponed the project until now. As it seemed, a bigger one had just become a necessity. When they were both clean, they changed the sheets on the bed, fetched a bottle of water from the kitchen then snuggled under the covers.