Page 89 of Luxuries of Lust

“Please tell me I can suck your dick now?” Gem peppered kisses along Rusty’s furry jaw.

“You, uh, don’t have to do that,” Rusty choked out.

Sitting back on the Pyclon’s thighs, Gem rubbed his hands over his chest and shoulders. “Trust me, sucking dick is like my favorite pastime. And I really want my mouth on yours.” At Rusty’s hesitation, Gem backtracked. “Only if you want me to. Enthusiastic consent precedes any and all dick-sucking, I swear.”

Rusty’s tail thumped anxiously against the couch. “It’s not that I don’t—it’s just, no one’s really done that to me before.”

Gem’s fur vibrated with an excited hum. “A deep, dark part of me absolutely loves that, and I don’t know what that says about me,” he admitted, making Rusty bark a laugh. “So just sit back and relax, babe, ’cause I’m about to blow your mind. And yes, that pun is intended.”

With a wink, Gem shimmied to his knees between the Pyclon’s legs, but he froze when Rusty made a noise of protest, reaching out as if to pull Gem back onto the couch. “You don’t have to be down there like that. On your knees, I mean. You shouldn’t—”

“I like being on my knees,” Gem assured him, and Rusty’s head quirked. “I promise, I enjoy it down here.”

Gem understood why Rusty would have qualms. He was probably forced into this position, submissive and powerless, and it made Gem want to track down every customer who ever made Rusty feel that way and snap their spines. He breathed through the anger, not wanting Rusty to pick up on it and misunderstand.

He massaged Rusty’s tense thighs and sides. “Is it okay for you if I stay here?”

“If you’re sure—”

“I am.” Gem lunged up and kissed Rusty firmly. “I feel empowered like this. I might be the one on my knees, but you’ll be the one wrapped around my finger by the end,” he said conversationally as he unbuttoned Rusty’s jeans and slid the zipper down, studying his expression for any sign of hesitance. “I want your fingers in my hair, and you can even pull if you get the inclination. But don’t choke me on your dick; I choke when I choose to. And if you want to call me a good girl and tell me how pretty I look on my knees with your dick in my mouth, well, babe, you won’t hear any complaints from me.”

Rusty’s hand slid into the curls on the back of Gem’s head and twisted there. “You like being a good girl?” he asked with a mischievous smirk.

“I like being a bad girl even more,” Gem purred as he brushed their noses together. “But we’ll save that for next time.”

“Next time?” Rusty arched a bushy mauve brow. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Isn’t there?” Gem asked, belly tightening in anticipation when Rusty grinned darkly and nodded. “Good. But first, we have to survive the sex-pocalypse.”

“The sex-what?” Rusty grimaced and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Good call. That’s a hole we have no time to delve into.” Gem tittered at his word choice. “Not that I don’t love delving into holes—”

Rusty shut him up with a kiss, mumbling against his lips. “Don’t you ever stop talking?”

“Nope. That’s why I need your dick in my mouth. Though, speaking of dicks in mouths.” Gem added a bit of distance, and Rusty’s hand dropped back to his lap. “Just wanted to let you know I got tested earlier this week, and my results were all negative. I have them on my phone if you wanna see them.”

Rusty shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. “Oh, okay. I haven’t been tested in a few years, but I’ve also not… been with anyone.”

Now, Gem wasn’t exactly surprised by that. There’d been numerous clues that Rusty didn’t sleep around, but years? Multiple? Gem couldn’t quite fathom it.

“Years? Right. Okay. Are you…” Gem searched for the right words, not wanting to come across condescending. “Is this okay? What we’re doing, I mean.”

With a huff, Rusty gave him a flat look. “For fuck’s sake, don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. That’s not—” Cupping Rusty’s face, he rubbed their noses together. “I just want to make sure this is what you want.”

“I wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t,” Rusty said, the words whispering over Gem’s lips. “You’re what I want.”

Oh, that made him ache exquisitely. “Good. I want you too.”

Curling his fingers in Gem’s hair, Rusty angled his head and kissed him. It was sweet and lovely, and Gem hummed into Rusty’s mouth, tracing his canines with his tongue. Rusty growled low in his chest, and Gem shivered.

He curled several hands in Rusty’s waistband. “Can I pull these down?”

Slowly, Rusty nodded, and Gem worked Rusty’s jeans down his thighs. The weight of his cock hitting his stomach had Gem’s mouth watering, but he didn’t look away from Rusty’s eyes.

“We good?” he asked, and Rusty nodded again, giving Gem’s hair a testing tug. “Oh come on, Care Bear. You can do better than that.”

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