Page 45 of Starlight

“Do monsters not do foreplay? A little fingering…you know?” He frowned. “You do not know.”

“I’m rapidly getting the idea.” He’d never thought about fucking with his fingers, not in someone anyway. Of course they were involved on the outside. Maybe it was because everyone he slept with had claws.

He did not want claws in his ass or cock slit.

But Cole did not have claws.

“Are you?” Cole lifted one leg, draping it over his, and bent the knee of his other leg.

Akai nodded. He watched as Cole squeezed lube onto his fingers and then those fingers disappeared between his thighs, so he couldn’t see what was going on. But he heard the change in Cole’s heartbeat. Saw the way he closed his eyes and tipped back his head, exposing the long line of his throat, and noted the way the muscles on his forearm moved. “You’re fucking yourself?”

“Jealous?”

Akai growled, wondering how short he could cut his claws, and if they would be short enough. “I want to see.”

Cole opened one eye. “See?”

“Watch you use your fingers.”

“Okay, but no helping.”

“I will keep my claws to myself.” He folded his fingers, so his claws were against his palm.

Cole made a small noise, and then his hand reappeared from between his legs. He glanced around as if assessing the location, then turned and lay back so his head was on Akai’s calf and his legs were draped over Akai’s thighs. “Better?”

“Yes.”

Cole held out his hand. “Give me some more lube.”

Akai obliged, not sure if he was giving too much or too little, and not really caring when Cole pressed two fingers against his ass and pushed them inside. “Ohhh.”

He definitely had gotten the right idea. He squirted some lube onto his hand and slicked his cock, ready to replace those fingers.

Cole’s lips curved as he grabbed his own cock with his free hand and stroked.

Akai’s teeth pressed into his lower lip; there was a part of him that wanted to keep watching. To sit like this, his gaze flicking from Cole’s face to his cock to his ass and back up again, drinking in every movement, every breath, every heartbeat.

Slowly, Cole slid his fingers free. “Your turn.”

Like this? It was too awkward. “Sit up.” He held out his non-slippery hand to help Cole up. Then Cole was sitting in his lap, legs spread, and his hole tantalizingly close.

But again, he couldn’t see what he was doing, and he didn’t want to accidentally dig his claws in where they didn’t belong. Cole reached behind and grasped Akai’s cock, lifting up enough that the tip pressed against what had to be his slippery hole.

“You still want it?” Cole asked.

“Am I breathing?” Barely, he wanted so badly.

Cole smiled and eased down, and as he did, Akai’s cock sank into him. He gasped. He wasn’t breathing now. Or as Cole moved, taking him deeper each time. He leaned back, resting a hand on Akai’s thigh. The cartilage band hit the outside of his ass, like the tight ring of muscle wouldn’t let him go further.

“Thrust in—don’t make me do all the work,” Cole said.

He looked amazing doing all the work. What was he supposed to do? “Will it fit?”

Cole gave a small laugh. “Yeah.”

Akai held Cole’s hips the way he had before, but it was different this time because he was in him. He lifted him, then dragged him down as he thrust up. There was a moment when he didn’t think more would fit, then Cole’s ass swallowed the band and more.

He groaned.