I’m about to open my legs for Timalah but he surprises me by crawling over me and straddling my hips. He moves his hips so our cocks are rubbing against each other and a noise is ripped from my throat. It’s hard to think about genitalia on a medical level when you’re trying not to instantly come. Someday in the near future I will spend an entire night just exploring Timalah’s body. But tonight is not that night and the thought of a future doing this over and over and over again makes my stomach flutter pleasantly.
“Miles, you have to tell me what feels good for you,” Timalah says as he wraps his big palm around both of our cocks, stroking us together. My eyes stare at the heads of our cocks as they emerge from Timalah’s palm, his blue head pressed up against my pink one.
“Oh god,” I gasp out, my back arching off the bed. “That’s working pretty well for me, thanks.”
A wide smile spreads across Timalah’s face, his sharp canines poking out. I grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down into a kiss. His free hand lands beside my head as his lips meet mine. Our kisses grow desperate and needy, his fangs digging into my lips mixing the tiniest bit of pain with my pleasure. It feels so fucking good. Too good.
“Wait,” I breathe, pushing him away so I can get my bearings once more. “Hold on. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point? Do humans do it differently?”
I can’t help but laugh at the question. “Don’t worry, I will be coming. I just don’t want this to be over quite yet.”
I sit up enough to grab Timalah’s hips, pulling him forward as I lay back down until his knees are straddling my chest, his big blue cock right in front of my face. I lick my lips, my mouth watering. I look up at him. “Is this okay? Can I suck your cock?”
“By all means,” he says breathlessly, a sparkle in his pretty blue eyes.
I open my mouth, taking just the tip between my lips. I swirl my tongue around the slit, moaning at the sweet taste that explodes on my tongue. Fuck, this taste could so easily become addicting. I’m not sure I can ever go back to the way things were before this moment. Now that I’ve had my first taste, I know I won’t ever be able to get enough, I’ll always be craving more. No one will ever compare, Timalah has ruined me for anyone else.
Timalah, as the ancestors say, is my one, true partner.
“Miles,” Timalah moans, the noise making my entire body shiver with delight. Now is not the time to have a crisis over the realization that Timalah is the love of my life. Nope. Having his cock in my mouth is not the time for this. So instead I focus back on the taste at hand, wanting to give Timalah as much pleasure as possible, wanting this to be unforgettable.
As Timalah slowly pushes his hips forward, feeding me his cock, I feel the little ridges slide against the inside of my cheeks. They feel hard, just underneath the velvety softness of his skin. I close my eyes, imagining how they’d feel inside me, deciding I need to feel that someday.
“You feel so good,” Timalah tells me, his voice going impossibly deeper. “So good, Miles. Your mouth is better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
The praise washes over me like hot water. My cock throbs where it lays against my belly, pleasure rushing through me. I wrap my hand around Timalah’s base, using it to stroke the bottom half of his cock as I suckle the tip.
“I am getting so close,” he moans, his hand coming down and burying in my hair. He grips the strands hard, making pain prickle my scalp. I whine around his cock. My free hand runs over his hard abs, feeling as they twitch and jerk with his movements, fucking into my mouth.
My eyes stare up at him. Come inside my mouth, I think in his direction, not even sure that’s how things work but I’m rewarded with his eyes widening and a grin crossing his lips. He nods his head.
“Yes,” he hisses out, his hand tightening in my hair. “I hope you’re ready.”
Just before he comes, I feel something snake around my cock. I realize with a start that it’s Timalah’s tail. That’s hotter than I even thought possible and it feels so much better than my dreams. His tail strokes me, wrapping all the way from the base of my cock to the tip. The tip of his tail swirls around my precum slick tip. My toes curl in pleasure as it dips into the tip of my cock, filling me in a way I’ve never experienced before. As he pulls it back out, my eyes roll back in my head as my orgasm takes me completely by surprise, barreling me over with pleasure.
The cock inside my mouth grows impossibly harder and after another moment, Timalah cries out as he comes. I swallow as much as I can, my eyes closing at the taste of his seed hitting my tongue. A little bit falls from the side of my mouth but Timalah is there, scooping it up with his thumb and feeding it back to me. I suck his thumb into my mouth, taking a moment to swirl my tongue around the pad of it before he’s pulling it free.
Timalah looks down at my belly before giving me the sexiest smirk. I’m so overwhelmed from my orgasm that I can do nothing but lay there as he leans down and licks my belly clean. I twitch with an aftershock, swatting him away when he tries to take my softening cock into his mouth.
“Come here,” I murmur, my eyes barely staying open. “Humans like to cuddle after sex.”
“Ah,” Timalah says as he gets into the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. “The endorphins are making you sleepy and skin to skin contact will help us further bond. Got it.”
I open my mouth only for a deep belly laugh to escape. “Oh my god,” I breathe out between giggles. “I was thinking it just feels nice, but yeah, that’s a good reason too.”
Timalah buries his face in my hair and for the first time, I realize Timalah is embarrassed. It’s so incredibly endearing that I feel myself fall just a little bit harder for him.
I turn so I can steal his lips in a kiss. Both of our bodies go lax, content to hold each other and trade gentle, unhurried kisses.
Chapter Six
Miles
“Hey,” Christian murmurs, stepping up to my side and nudging me with his elbow. I try not to jump at his presence. My eyes finally flit away from Timalah who’s currently standing near the front of the square with some of his other comrades.
“What’s up?”
Christian gives me a long look. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. Totally fine. Why?”
“I don’t know,” Christian says slowly, turning to face forward. “You just look weird. And you’re staring at Timalah more than usual.”
“I am not,” I say right away, wishing my cheeks wouldn’t turn bright red. If it was anyone but Christian there’s a chance I could pretend it was just the sun. But my best friend isn’t letting me get out of this so easily. I roll my eyes and huff. “Fine. Whatever. What do you want me to say? Do you want me to admit that I told Timalah I have feelings for him? That I made him a traditional human date meal that ended with us kissing and going back to my bedroom? Is that what you really want, Christian?” My mouth snaps closed with an audible click as I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.
Christian grunts, his nose wrinkling. “God, no. I want no details. Eww.”