Page 32 of Noctis

“Never mind.”

I smoothed the doctor’s palms down the curve of Rowan’s back, tracing each line of muscle. He wasn’t excessively muscular like some humans.

“Perfect,” I said, and meant it.

Rowan gave an embarrassed little laugh. “I do my best. You know, gym twice a week. The right balance of cardio and weights. You’d approve, Doc.” He smiled, his teeth flashing white in the darkness. “And then, of course, I ruin it by taking illicit substances.”

I reached the firm globes of his arse and kneaded them before drawing them apart to study the tiny hole nestled between his cheeks.

“Nothing to say about that?” Rowan asked.

“Not right now.”

He laughed again. “Right. More important things to think about.”

“Yes,” I agreed, my mind consumed by how such a tiny opening could accommodate anything. I circled its rim with one finger, and Rowan’s entire body reacted to it in a way that told me he liked it.

He shifted and spread his thighs wider, giving me better access. “I hope you brought lube.”

I had. My study of human sexual practices had taught me that lubrication was necessary for sex between two males. Unlike females, they couldn’t produce their own.

I retrieved the small bottle from the doctor’s trousers, along with one of the strange sheaths packaged in a foil square that humans liked to wear. I didn’t want to use it. I craved no barrier between Rowan and me, but I also didn’t want to arouse his suspicions. He was unlikely to believe that a doctor, of all people, would neglect protection.

No matter. It gave me something to anticipate next time. This could be the appetizer, a first taste of all the experiences still to come.

I coated my fingers in the cool liquid, taking my time smoothing it around Rowan’s hole until the skin glistened.

“You’re a fucking tease, Doc.”

“What do you want?” I asked in the doctor’s voice.

“Fingers. Cock. Something.” Frustration colored every word.

I obliged, easing the tip of one finger inside and watching with fascination as his body yielded to it. I played with his hole for some time, sliding in first one finger and then another, gradually stretching him while using his moans and every slight movement to determine what he enjoyed the most.

I had three of the doctor’s fingers inside him when Rowan pushed himself up onto his elbows. “At this rate, everyone in the building will be awake before you’ve finished.”

He had a point. More importantly, my control over the doctor would weaken if he started to wake. I wanted to enjoy Rowan without dividing my attention between pleasure and keeping my borrowed body unconscious.

I still hadn’t explored Rowan’s cock, though.

“Fuck me,” he demanded, pushing back against my fingers to drive them deeper. “If you don’t, I’m going to come anyway.”

It was quite the dilemma, but there was only one answer.

I withdrew my fingers and picked up the foil square. Opening it was simple enough. Working out how the tightly rolled sheath was supposed to fit over a cock was not. When Rowan began turning his head to investigate the delay, I pushed his face back into the pillow, unwilling to risk him seeing my confusion. A doctor would know how to use a prophylactic.

“So fucking bossy,” Rowan muttered. He paused deliberately before adding, “And still not fucking me.”

Once I’d finally covered the doctor’s cock, I pressed the tip against the hole that had proved surprisingly hospitable to everything I’d inserted so far. The cock was considerably bigger than three fingers, but Rowan’s body opened around it, accommodating me with more ease than I’d expected.

I worked myself slowly deeper until the doctor’s balls pressed against Rowan’s lube-slickened skin.

“Yes,” Rowan panted.

I found it fascinating how perfectly we fit together. I parted his arse cheeks so I could see the doctor’s cock withdraw from his body almost completely, then slip back inside with my next thrust.

So this was fucking.