Текст книги "Berries and Greed"

Автор книги: Lily Mayne

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A tiny part of me wanted to gently reprimand him for pushing back, for trying to control the situation, but he was learning—we both were. We were both figuring this out.

“I’m on my period,” I reminded him.

His brows furrowed. “I don’t care.”

Squeezing his thighs, I spread them wider and heard his breath catch in his throat. His cock twitched, generous balls lifting toward the base.

“I’m not feeling like being touched today,” I told him gently, then gave him a smirk as I trailed my fingertips over his inner thighs, feeling the muscles jump. “But seeing as you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll compromise.”

Releasing his legs, I unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it off, then unhooked my plain black bra and dropped it on the mattress before looking at Greid.

His jaw had gone slack, yellow eyes heavy as they fixed on my breasts. His cock flexed, lifting off his stomach to smack back down with an audible thud.

God, I was pretty sure no one had ever reacted so strongly to seeing my tits before. Not that they weren’t great—in my opinion, at least, and apparently in Greid’s. They were small, and my nipples were a dusky pink that grew deeper in colour at the tips—which were stiffening rapidly under the weight of Greid’s heavy gaze.

“Fuck.” He swallowed thickly before finally, reluctantly, tearing his gaze away to look me in the eyes. “You’re… you’re beautiful, Beryl.”

God, he was so sweet. Dipping down to kiss his knee, I let my nipple graze over his shin. He sucked in a breath, leg twitching.

Sitting back up, I tugged my pants down my legs, lifting one knee at a time to get them off. I was left in my panties, which were plain black and big—pretty much reaching my bellybutton. Not exactly designed to be sexy or seductive, especially with the white wings of my pad stark against the gusset, but Greid’s hips shifted at the sight of me, his cock flexing again.

“Beryl.” He swallowed, fingers twitching around the sheets. “Please can I—”

“Who’s in charge here, Greid?” I gently reminded him, lifting a brow to give him a stern look.

His reaction was immediate and kind of amazing. He shuddered, sinking back against the headboard, his whole body growing loose and pliant.

“You are,” he whispered, cock flexing up off his belly again, a little trail of pre-cum shiny against his dark skin.

I smiled, deep satisfaction welling inside me from how sweetly he submitted. “Good boy.”

Trying to be as graceful as possible, I shifted up to straddle his waist. Greid tensed, holding perfectly still and parting his lips to protest as I carefully lowered myself onto his cock. The barbs were blunted, not sharp, and felt only like vague bumps through my underwear and the thick pad.

Still, the risk was there. The barbs were dangerously close to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When I shifted my hips, I felt them catch on the fabric of my panties. But arousal wound through me, slow and lazy, the urge to give Greid pleasure heating my blood. He was practically vibrating beneath me from a combination of tension and lust, his cock throbbing, the heat of it managing to permeate the thick pad.

His long fingers slowly crept onto my thighs, throat dipping as he gazed at me, brows pinched with anguish. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I smoothed a hand over his flat chest, belly jumping with lust when my fingertip found the stiff peak of a tiny nipple and his breath hitched in response to the touch.

I grinned at him, stroking it again, noting the way his pupils expanded and his face spikes flexed in a lazy wave.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, Greid,” I told him. “I’ll be careful. I’ll look after you.”

He let out a sigh, relaxing beneath me as his hands slid higher up my thighs. I shivered from the touch, finally appreciating the fact that Greid’s hands were on my bare skin. The long, elegant fingers I’d watched so intently in the past as they crafted beautiful jewellery or lifted a joint to his lips or flexed absently around his coffee cup as he kept me company while I made us breakfast.

A rush of warm affection tightened my chest, made me brace a hand on his shoulder and lean in to kiss him. He made a soft sound into my mouth, tongue eagerly meeting mine when I slid it inside. I kept my other hand on his chest, rubbing soothingly over his two pounding hearts before thumbing his nipple again, wanting to grin when he let out a hoarse groan against my lips.

God, he was so responsive. And sensitive. Some of the men I’d been with had said they didn’t really get much sensation from their nipples and weren’t interested in having them played with. I already knew that wouldn’t be the case with Greid. He was greedy for any and all touch, soaking it up with sweet desperation.

“My greedy boy,” I murmured against his lips, grinning when his cock bucked hard between my legs and he moaned into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips over his jaw and down his neck. His hands clutched my thighs tighter, long fingers splaying until the tips of his middle and forefingers bit into the curve of my ass. He tipped his head back against the headboard, offering up the column of his throat for my lips and tongue and teeth.

A tiny, brief fantasy from a while back popped into my mind—one of fisting his hair, yanking his head back and closing my teeth around the prominent bump in his throat. But now that I knew pain was a hard limit for Greid—and he hadn’t specified whether that was any and all pain, even just brief bites of it—the fantasy shifted, turning into something I thought he’d enjoy.

Sliding the hand on his shoulder up over the bend of his neck, I threaded my fingers gently through his hair and made my way to the centre of his throat. I licked the bump, feeling it bob under my tongue, before closing my lips around it for a soft suck.

It bobbed again with Greid’s moan as he shuddered, tipping his head back further, stretching out his throat for me. I licked the bump again, swirling my tongue around it before trailing down to the hollow of his collarbone.

Kissing my way down the centre of his chest, I slid a little lower on his cock, faintly feeling the downward-curving barbs bump over my clit through the pad. It drew a moan from my throat as I skimmed my lips over to a nipple, still peaked and stiff.

A strangled groan burst from Greid as I swirled my tongue around it before pursing my lips to give it a gentle suck. Part of me wanted to nibble on it, but there was no way I was going to risk it—not without knowing just how sensitive he was.

“Feeling okay?” I mumbled, giving it one more suck before moving to the other to deliver the same treatment.

“Yes.” Greid’s voice was hoarse, his breaths quick around the words. “Yes. Yeah.”

I gave his nipple a kiss before lifting my head to glance down between us. His cock was leaking everywhere, trails of smoky liquid running down his sides and leaving slick ribbons on his dark skin.

My mouth practically watered with the urge to lick them up, to taste him. But I refrained. This was Greid’s reward. His first true hint of being able to be completely submissive during sex. Yes, of course a blowjob would be a great reward—in whatever way we could do that together—but it didn’t leave much room for the other things he craved. Being controlled. Being directed. I could order him not to come, keep him on the edge for as long as possible, but I wanted to do something more.

Lifting my head, I gave him a teasing grin. “Is it weird for you that I only have two breasts?”

His eyes immediately dropped to my chest and flared with heat. “Not weird. Just different. You don’t need more than two. They’re perfect.”

Warmth flowed through me. Balancing myself on my knees, I cupped my breasts and gave both nipples a light pinch, smiling at the way his breath left him in a rush.

“Do you want to taste them?” I purred, feeling his claws bite into my skin as he clutched my thighs tighter.

“God, yes,” he croaked, practically panting as his cock flexed beneath me. “Please.”

“You deserve it,” I crooned, releasing one breast to cup the back of his head and draw it closer.

I arched my back so he could reach, thrusting my breasts toward his mouth. He groaned hoarsely, peppering sweet kisses all over the swell of one and trailing his lips down toward my nipple. My whole body tightened with anticipation, clit throbbing, nipples stiffening even more.

His fast breaths fanned over the peak before slick heat circled it. My head fell back, a low moan leaving me as Greid swirled his tongue then drew my nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth. He moaned around it, hands sliding up to my hips and gripping tight, like he wanted to tug me closer.

I didn’t know which aspect stopped him—my earlier words about who was in charge, or his fear of hurting me with his barbs. Either way, I did it for him, lifting my hips to settle higher up his shaft, pressing my weight onto it to hear him moan hoarsely again around my nipple.

He sucked on it with the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue teasing the tip before he laved it decadently. My breath caught from the feel of all those bumps. God, he had a talented mouth.

“That feels so good,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair. “You’re my greedy boy, aren’t you? I bet you’d do this for hours if I let you.”

Greid shuddered, moaning plaintively as he swirled his tongue and sucked again. Directing him over to my other nipple, I reached down and uncurled his long fingers from around my hip to draw his hand up to my breast. He groaned, cupping it and sliding his thumb over my wet nipple as he sucked on the other.

Sensation skittered through me, pleasure shooting down from my chest into my core, tightening my belly on its descent. I rocked my hips, feeling the drag of his barbs catching on my underwear. Greid’s moan was garbled against my breast, his hand squeezing in response.

Taking a breath, I gently eased his head away. I was getting distracted from my end goal. His mouth just felt too good. God, I couldn’t wait until my period ended so I could feel his tongue between my legs. Although, he’d said he didn’t care…

No, Beryl! This is about him. It’s his reward.

I was pretty sure by this point that Greid would consider getting to eat my pussy an amazing reward, but it wasn’t what I had in mind. Dipping my head to give him a deep kiss, I swung my leg over his hips to kneel beside him on the bed. Greid already looked dazed, his lips parted around trembling breaths, his cock throbbing against his belly, those little barbs pulsing in time.

Resting a hand on his thigh, I massaged the trembling muscle until he let out a shaky breath and looked at me, some of the fog clearing from his eyes.

I smiled. “Are you ready to find out what your reward is, Greid?”

He blinked, swallowing a couple of times. “That wasn’t it?”

God, he was adorable. Chuckling, I shook my head and trailed my fingertips up his inner thigh until they brushed the side of his sac. He jerked, sharp teeth clamping down on his lower lip as his knees eagerly fell open wider.

“You’re going to make yourself come for me,” I told him. “I want to watch you touch yourself. But I’m going to tell you what to do, Greid. How fast or slow to go. When to stop. You don’t come until I say you can.”

“Oh fuck.” His throat bobbed as he glanced down at his cock with mild alarm. “I’m… I’m pretty sure I’m about to come already.”

I tutted, dancing my fingertips over his tight sac, feeling his balls lift beneath the thin skin. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

A shiver rolled through his long frame. “Yes.”

“So you won’t come until I say you can.” I feathered my fingertips over the barbless base of his cock, making his hips twitch. “Or next time, it might have to be a punishment.”

We hadn’t discussed punishments yet, but Greid’s eyes flared with aroused interest before warring with his ingrained desire to be good for me, to not need to be reprimanded, as much as he might crave it. It was fascinating, and I already knew I’d be thinking up suitable punishments for him when I went to bed later, tucking them away for the future. The idea made my belly fizz with excitement.

“I won’t come,” he whispered. “I’ll be good.”

That had me leaning forward to kiss him. “I know you will, Greid.”

Sitting back, I resisted the urge to glance at the bottom drawer of the nightstand. I didn’t want to embarrass him by letting him know I’d seen a hint of what was in there. “Do you usually use toys?” I asked, remembering his ridiculously arousing admission to owning dildos.

“Um.” He swallowed, eyes darting to the nightstand. “Y-yeah, sometimes.”

I stroked my hand over the slight curve of his stomach. “Do you want to pick one to use now?”

“O-okay.” He licked his lips and went to sit up, then froze in place. “Shall I get it now?”

God, he was such a good boy. I smiled at him with a nod, then shifted back to let him roll onto his front and stretch across the bed to reach for the nightstand’s bottom drawer.

My gaze immediately locked onto his tail, his black skin melting into a deep green toward the tapered tip. I ran my fingertips lightly down his spine, feeling him shiver at the touch. “Is your tail sensitive?”

“Um, y-yeah.” Greid’s breath hitched when I feathered my fingertips down its length before shifting my hand onto his ass. God, it was gorgeous. Firm and rounded. His tail lifted, showing me the cleft of his ass, the stretch of smooth skin behind his balls, a hint of his heavy sac between his slightly parted legs.

My hand tightened, squeezing the firm mound. Would he pick a dildo? I didn’t know how well my control would hold up to seeing Greid fuck himself with a dildo.

When he shifted back and sat up, I saw that he had not, in fact, picked a dildo. He was holding a pale blue cock sleeve, and I could see the inside was lined with little bumps and nodules. Tucked beside it within the grip of his long fingers was a pump bottle of lube that was clearly made specifically for demiurgus, judging by the branding. That intrigued me. I wondered how demiurgus lube was different.

Not important right now. I focused on the cock sleeve, glancing up at Greid to give him a big smile. “Good choice.”

His eyes lit up from the simple praise, making me cup his face and kiss him. Then I shifted on the bed to lean back against the headboard, sliding my heels across the mess of blankets to part my legs.

“Come here, Greid. Sit with your back to my front.”

He scrambled over, still clutching the lube and cock sleeve. When he settled in front of me, I snorted with laughter as I stared at his shoulder blades.

“A little lower,” I gently demanded, sliding my hands up and down his sides.

He immediately obeyed, shuffling down until I could see the back of his head.

“A bit more.” I smoothed my palms up and down his arms as he shifted down again until his head was tucked under my chin, his long, beautiful body splayed out before me. “Good boy.”

His cock jerked, leaking onto his stomach as he hooked his arms over my thighs and clutched my calf with his free hand. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and onto his chest, dipping my head to brush my lips over the frondy tip of his ear. It wasn’t sharp at all—just a gentle flutter that tickled my lips.

“Look at you,” I crooned, nuzzling the side of his face. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to lick and touch every inch of you.”

“B-Beryl,” he rasped, his cock flexing again, a thread of pre-cum connecting the tip to his stomach.

I slid a hand down his chest, fingertips growing slick from the fluid already decorating his skin before I skimmed one back and forth over his leaking slit. Greid’s hips jerked, a hard breath punching out of him as his dull claws bit into my leg.

“Have you tasted yourself before, Greid?” This wasn’t something we’d discussed, but I couldn’t help asking the question.

“Y-yeah.” His head tilted down to watch my fingertip sliding back and forth over the tip of his wet cockhead. His thighs twitched, spreading wider, his chest beginning to heave.

“Do you want to taste yourself for me now?” I purred in his ear. “And if you’ve been tested recently, you can give me my first taste of you directly from your tongue.”

I had no idea if humans and demiurgus could contract diseases from each other, but obviously we weren’t going to risk it. I’d been tested about a month before I left the cult, and I hadn’t had sex with anyone else after that.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been tested,” Greid breathed. “All good. And y-yes. Please.”

Pressing a kiss to his ear, I gathered up more pre-cum on my fingertips and raised them to his lips. Greid shuddered, groaning as he sucked them into his mouth and laved them with his tongue.

Pulling them free, I cupped his chin and tilted his head up and to the side so I could dip down and take his lips. He shuddered again, tongue winding eagerly around mine. I could taste only the faintest hint of him—smoky and salty—but it made me moan into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I smiled at him before releasing his chin so he could settle his head back against the front of my shoulder. Resting my hands on his chest, I stroked his nipples until he shivered, breath shuddering out of him.

“Now,” I murmured, resting my cheek against the side of his head, “get your cock nice and slippery with the lube.”

I heard him swallow hard as he obeyed, dropping the cock sleeve to pump lube into his palm. His hand was trembling lightly as he fisted his cock, but he let out a long sigh of pleasure. I watched hungrily as he stroked, slicking up his entire length and making the black gleam.

He pumped his fist again, then again as his head tipped back against my shoulder. His knees fell open wider, heels digging into the mattress and cute clawed toes flexing.

I smiled, still playing with his nipples as I murmured, “Okay, that’s enough.”

His fingers twitched, but he obediently let go of his cock. It flexed, the barbs pulsing and more pre-cum spilling onto his stomach.

“Pick up the sleeve.” I waited until he had. “Now slide it down over your cock, Greid.”

“F-fuck,” he breathed, his cock looking achingly stiff as he positioned the sleeve over its tip and began sliding it down.

“Slowly,” I rasped, transfixed as I watched his tapered cockhead emerge from the end of the sleeve, slick and bulbous. I wondered briefly if it was a toy designed specifically for demiurgus—if the material could hold up against the barbs when he worked it over his length. Or maybe he just got through a lot of them.

The first ring of barbs appeared, flaring up after being pinned down by the sleeve. Greid was trembling, panting lightly as he worked the sleeve down to his base—which took a while—before going still, clutching it tight.

“Good boy.” I kissed the side of his head. “Now slowly bring it back up. That’s it.” I waited until the sleeve had engulfed the head of his cock. “Back down just as slow.”

Greid had let go of my leg to clutch at the sheets, twisting the material in his fist. His thighs quaked, breaths leaving him in ragged pants. When the sleeve reached the base again, his dick bucked in the air, more pre-cum threading from the tip.

I could feel the tension in his body—how badly he wanted to slide that sleeve back up and start pumping fast. So I kept him waiting for a few moments, firmly stroking his nipples as we both went still, Greid’s body practically vibrating against me.

“Back up,” I murmured eventually, and he let out a sob of relief as he slid the sleeve back up his length, a little faster this time. I huffed in amusement, nuzzling the wildly fluttering tip of his ear. “I didn’t tell you that you could go faster, Greid. Keep it slow.”

“S-sorry,” he panted immediately, hand trembling as he held the sleeve around the head of his cock.

“It’s okay,” I crooned, dipping my head to kiss his cheek. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes. Fuck, Beryl.”

“Back down again. Slowly,” I emphasised, then kept it up for a few more minutes until Greid was shaking, his hips straining up with every downward stroke of the sleeve, as if he was fighting the urge to plunge his cock through it hard and fast.

“Hold it there,” I said eventually when it was once again engulfing the head of his cock. “Keep it still and fuck it, Greid, until I tell you to stop.”

His breath caught in his throat, hips instinctively flexing until the very tip of his cock peeked out from the sleeve. “I’ll c-come.”

“No you won’t,” I said easily. “Not until I say you can.”

“I d-don’t think I’ll be able to h-hold it.” He swallowed, letting go of the sheets to clutch my leg again. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

I melted, hugging him to me as I kissed the side of his face. “You won’t, Greid. I won’t let you. Don’t worry. Just warn me when you’re about to come, okay?”

“Okay.” He gripped my leg tighter as he let out a shaky breath and arched his hips, pushing his cock through the sleeve. “Oh f-fuck.”

“God, that looks amazing,” I breathed, rapt as I watched his slick cockhead pop repeatedly in and out of sight. “Don’t stop until I tell you to, Greid.”

It was less than a minute before he was shuddering as he pumped his hips, his free hand moving restlessly over my leg and the blankets. “I’m g-gonna—”

“Stop,” I said immediately, and he let out a shaky exhalation of relief as he lowered his hips until the sleeve hovered over the tip. “Good boy.”

I stroked his chest in soothing circles, giving him a few seconds to calm down. His hearts were pounding under my palm, breaths shuddering out of him. Between his spread thighs, I could see his tail flicking anxiously against the sheets.

“You’re doing so well for me, Greid,” I murmured in his ear, chest squeezing tight when he shivered and turned his face to nuzzle into my throat. “Do you know how wet I am, watching you do this?”

He moaned, the desperation clear in his voice, but tension stiffened his limbs when I rasped, “Time to start stroking your cock again, Greid.”

He swallowed and slotted the sleeve back over the tip of his cock with a trembling hand.

“A little faster,” I said when he slid it down to the base. “Keep going. No stopping until I say you can. And no coming.”

“Oh god.” His body wound tighter and tighter as he stroked his cock, hips thrusting up to meet every downward plunge of the sleeve.

“Keep your hips still,” I said firmly, back to toying with his nipples. “Mm, good boy.”

Dipping my head, I nuzzled his ear before whispering, “Now you’ll think of me whenever you do this.”

He gasped for breath. “I already d-do.”

God, he was so sweet. Deciding to test the waters, I murmured, “Maybe next time I’ll tie your wrists to the headboard and do it myself. See how long I can keep you on the edge until I finally let you come.”

“F-fuck.” His hips jerked erratically as he pumped the sleeve over his cock faster. “Fuck—”

“Stop.”

He whipped the sleeve off his cock with a sob that was tinged with both relief and frustration. I gave him a few seconds, peppering kisses over his ear and the side of his face, before ordering, “Again.”

“I’ll c-come,” he got out, voice ragged.

“No you won’t.”

Groaning warily, he slid the sleeve back over his cock and broke out in a full-body shiver. “F-f-fuck, I’m so close.”

“Again, Greid,” I said sternly, watching as his free hand clenched the sheets, then gripped my ankle, then slid onto his inner thigh, moving restlessly like he didn’t know what to do with it.

My mouth quirked as I leaned down to his ear again. “Do you play with your ass when you do this?”

“Nnngh.” He swallowed thickly, chest heaving as he stroked his cock. “S-sometimes. Most of the time,” he admitted.

I grinned. “Give me your hand.”

He lifted the one off his thigh until I could clasp his wrist and draw it closer. Then I slid his middle finger into my mouth, sucking it and drenching it in saliva. Greid moaned, writhing between my legs, his hand going still on his cock and squeezing hard.

Releasing his finger, I rasped, “Stroke your hole. Don’t put your finger in, though.”

“Oh f-fuck.” He lowered his trembling hand, hitching his left knee higher on the bed to tilt his hips.

His hand slid between his splayed legs, palm resting against his tight sac. A shuddering moan left him as his head tilted back against my shoulder.

I glanced down at him to see his eyes shut, an expression of bliss on his face. God, I wished I could see his fingers touching himself there. Next time. Or maybe I’d do it myself.

“What do you imagine when you think of me while you’re doing this?” I asked in a low voice, gently pinching his nipples. “Keep stroking your cock, Greid.”

“I…” He obeyed, shuddering as he resumed plunging the sleeve over his cock. “I…”

“Be a good boy for me, Greid. Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Oh god.” He sobbed, trying to keep his hips still as his hand grew erratic. “I think—I think about you fucking me. Pinning me down and fucking me until I can’t take it anymore. F-fuck, Beryl, I’m going to come. I’m going to come—”

“Stop,” I said, somehow getting the word out in a calm tone despite the lust pounding in my blood, which grew even stronger when he immediately obeyed with a groan of desperation. Stroking his chest, I kissed his ear and murmured, “You’re doing so well, Greid. I’m so proud of you. How much more do you think you can take?”

“N-no m-more,” he said immediately. “I can’t—I’m going to come. I c-can’t hold it back anymore.”

I made a soothing noise, nuzzling his hair, but the urge to push him just that little bit further swelled inside me. He had his safeword. He could use it if he really didn’t want to wait anymore. I wasn’t going to deny him his orgasm if he did—this was his reward, after all. This was just us testing out our newfound knowledge about what each other wanted. A trial run, so to speak.

“Maybe a little more?” I murmured gently. “You’re being so good for me, Greid.”

His throat clicked as he swallowed around his heaving breaths, but he eventually croaked, “Okay. I’ll try.”

“Such a good boy.” Cupping his chin, I tilted his head up for a brief kiss. “Nearly there, Greid. I’ll let you come soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he repeated weakly, then let out a slow, shaky breath as he poised the sleeve back over the tip of his cock. It bucked just from that light graze, a low whimper escaping him before he clamped his lower lip between his teeth.

“Just the head this time,” I whispered, watching avidly as he moaned and worked the sleeve over the head of his cock with short, slick strokes. The sound of it was making my clit throb, the pad in my underwear completely soaked with arousal. I pushed my hips harder into his back to try and get some relief.

“I can’t…” His voice wobbled, hips twitching erratically and clawed toes curling. “I c-can’t—”

“Stroke your cock hard and fast. Get in at least five pumps, then you can come.” Smoothing my palm over his chest, I purred, “God, I can’t wait to watch you come, Greid.”

“F-f-fuck.” He plunged the sleeve down the full length of his cock, entire body shaking now that his release was in reach.

I forced myself to count his rapid strokes, and I knew he was too, because on the fifth, his hips snapped up as his head craned back, digging into my shoulder, and he let out a raw shout.

Dark, smoky cum shot out of his cock in a heavy wave, reaching his exposed throat. The second spurt was just as bountiful, and the third. And the fourth. Then they started tapering off as he used the sleeve to milk his cock, shuddering hard like he was already too sensitive but wasn’t willing to stop.

A tiny whimper escaped him when it finally ended. He sagged, completely boneless as all the tension left his body, pressing me hard into the headboard. I winced but didn’t say anything, taking his weight as I pressed kisses to his hair and ear and the side of his face.

“You were amazing, Greid.” I wrapped my arms fully around his neck, uncaring of the cum getting everywhere. “My good boy.”

And he was mine. I wasn’t going to let him go, not while he still wanted me. We may have met under strange and somewhat unsettling circumstances, but in the time since, we’d built something special between us. Something that had been easy and comforting when that was what I needed, but now, this was what I needed. I needed Greid in this way too. I needed to make him happy and fulfilled in every way I could. Not just with my friendship, but with something more. Something deeper.

“My good boy,” I repeated in a mumble, burying my face in his hair, a hot and unfamiliar emotion tangling with the heady arousal still coursing through me.

Greid was trying to catch his breath, his whole body shivering as his cock deflated on his stomach. The barbs had shot out further during his orgasm, the longest ones reaching about half an inch, and they pulsed gently as they retracted.

Reaching over, I grabbed my shirt and used it to wipe him clean. His head lolled on my shoulder, eyes drowsy as they blinked up at the ceiling, before he swallowed and shifted.

“W-wait, you don’t have to use your shirt for that.” His voice was hoarse and throaty.

“It needed washing anyway.” I swiped gently over the head of his cock, making him twitch with a moan, then dropped the shirt off the bed and tugged one of the blankets over us both. “Turn around, Greid.”

He shifted around until he could curl up between my legs, burrowing under the blanket and letting out a long sigh as he rested his cheek on my chest. I threaded my fingers through his hair, carefully untangling the long strands and rasping my blunt fingernails over his scalp.

After a few minutes, when I could feel that he’d stopped trembling, I kissed the top of his head and asked, “How was that?”

“The best.” He sounded half asleep. “Amazing. Thank you,” he whispered, so sincerely that my throat closed up.

“You were perfect,” I told him hoarsely, wanting to squeeze him to me, to get even closer.

He shivered from the praise, turning his cheek to press a reverent kiss to the centre of my chest. Then he yawned, trying to curl up into a tighter ball. “I’m falling asleep.”

“Hold on.” I stretched my arm out to the nightstand, then paused. “Which glass of water is fresh?”