Page 104 of Luxuries of Lust

“Gem—”

“How could you not tell me?” he shrieked, smacking Rusty with his drawings.

“Hey, watch it!” Rusty growled, but Gem tackled him to the bed with a battle cry.

“I sucked your dick last night, and you have the audacity tonottell me about your birthday?” Gem settled his weight on Rusty’s stomach, pinning his hands above his head as he laughed. “Stop laughing. I’m genuinely angry with you.”

“Why? It’s just a birthday.”

“Birthdays are important.Youare important.” Gem rubbed their foreheads together. “Why do you keep so many secrets? Do you not trust me?”

At that, Rusty’s laughter faded, and he frowned. “You’re the first person I’ve ever brought into this room. You’re the only person I’ve taken to The Point or told about my mom. You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed becauseIwanted to, not because someone paid me to.” He set his jaw and swallowed thickly. “Do you really think I don’t trust you?”

“Stop being sweet when I’m trying to be mad at you,” Gem whined as he leaned in and kissed Rusty firmly. “When’s your birthday?”

“August eighteenth,” Rusty said, tracing Gem’s lips with his own. “We went to the beach, and you taught me to swim, and it was the best birthday I’ve had in a really long time.”

“You bastard,” Gem murmured before kissing him again. “I’m going to get you a present,” he said between kisses, “and you’re not gonna say shitabout it. You’re gonna love it and say, ‘Thank you, Gem, for being the most amazing person I know,’ and then you’ll fuck my face or something.”

“You have it all planned out, huh?” Rusty gasped as Gem settled his ass on his hardening dick and ground down.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Flipping them over, Gem hitched his legs around Rusty’s hips as he tangled their tongues together. They kissed until Gem was breathless, and Rusty vibrated with a constant purr. He kissed and licked his way down Gem’s neck, then lower still. He circled Gem’s belly button with his tongue, tugging on his piercing with his teeth.

“I like this,” he rasped, and Gem shivered.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a dick piercing.” He rubbed the notch in Rusty’s ear as the Pyclon licked a stripe across his lower belly above the band of his shorts.

“You’re afraid of needles, but you’re willing to let one near your dick?” Sitting back on his heels, Rusty teased the tips of his claws under Gem’s shorts, dancing them over his thighs.

“Piercings are different,” Gem said, parting his legs wider to give Rusty access. “I make sure I never see the needle, and then it’s over really fast. And then I look hot and badass with a new piercing. It’s not like sitting for hours, getting stabbed over and over for a tattoo.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rusty grumbled, claws dragging up his thighs to his raised knees.

“You still have it, don’t you?” Gem sat up, sliding a hand around Rusty’s waist to rub the spot above his tail. “The tattoo?”

Grudgingly, Rusty nodded. “Removing a tattoo is fucking expensive.”

“I’m sorry.” Gem rubbed his back, and Rusty shrugged.

“It’s not like anyone can see it. I forget it’s there most of the time.”

Gem thought of the game night that past summer when he’d accidentally told everyone about the tattoo. He’d felt awful that he’d blurted out one of Rusty’s biggest secrets, though he’d thankfully not revealed the exact nature of the tattoo. No one knew Rusty had Gem’s name engraved above his ass.

Given how their relationship had changed and deepened, Gem kind of liked that Rusty bore his mark. It fed some primal, possessive part of himself that he never even knew existed.

“Can I see it?” Gem asked, and Rusty huffed in exasperation but stood from the bed and turned around, tugging his shirt over his head. Gem parted the fur above his tail, smiling smugly when he found the dark ink calligraphy spelling out his name. “It healed really well.”

“Get so fucked,” Rusty growled, pushing Gem’s hands away as he faced him once more. “I still blame you for that.”

“But you’ve clearly forgiven me,” Gem said, tugging Rusty back by a belt loop to stand between his parted legs.

“Clearly,” Rusty deadpanned.

“Don’t be grouchy,” Gem chided, looping his top arms around Rusty’s neck. “Be like Cheer Bear, remember?”

“Kiss my ass,” Rusty said with a plastically cheery smile, and Gem laughed.

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