Page 121 of Cosmic Captain

“I understand, my Vince.”

“Good boy.” My fingers slid through his long hair, and I trailed kisses along his jaw. “It’s all fine.”

Don gave me his throat, and I lowered to kiss down the column of his neck. When I reached his chest, I grabbed the base of his shirt and tugged. He leaned up so I could slip it off.

“Good job,” I told him, and he wiggled. I didn’t have to look to know his cock was starting to harden. “My perfect, good Dontilvynsan. You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“Vince,” he groaned.

“You’re such a good boy.” I placed kisses down his chest, licking and biting as I went, until I reached the bandage. Carefully, I peeled it away. A slash marred his side. The scales had been plucked so all that remained was his red and gold mottled skin. Getting the towel wet, I cleaned the injury, skin, and surrounding scales with the cleanser the doctor had provided.

“If I was a drakcol, I’d lick this, wouldn’t I?” I asked, dropping the towel.

“You would,” he replied, breath harsh.

When we returned to our room after the doctor released us, Don had insisted on licking my every bruise and scrape. He’d wanted to bathe my shoulder, but the plasters had been in the way.

“Do you want me to?” I asked.

His eyes widened and his breath came out in rough gasps. I peeked at his groin, and the tenting told me all I needed to know. I bent down and kissed the exposed skin. Don released a strangled cry. I smirked before giving him a tentative lick, and he arched, but his moaning turned pain.

I pressed him back down. “Don’t hurt yourself, Don. Let me take care of you.”

He panted. “My Vince.”

I returned, growing bolder. I traced the sealed injury with my tongue. It was rough from being closed with a laser, but it was healing—that was all that mattered. His mottled skin was impossibly soft and silky. I could hardly believe it. I kept the pressure gentle, but I cleaned every spec of exposed skin.

Don only grew louder, making me smirk. I loved that I was the only one who made him like this.

With one last kiss, I pulled away and cleaned the area again. Instinct or not, mouths were disgusting cesspools of germs. Patting it dry with a soft towel, I inspected the sealed stab wound—I had to make sure it wasn’t peeling open. Dr. Muznim had shown me exactly how to take care of Don, and I intended to follow her instructions. Nothing would happen to him on my watch. I put some oil on a cloth and rubbed the skin and surrounding scales. When I was finished, I put a clean plaster on.

“There. Perfect, just like you,” I said.

He whimpered. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants.

I grinned. My sweetheart needed release, and I was more than happy to help. I moved to his chest, kissing my way down.

“My Vince, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” I murmured between kisses. As long as I didn’t use my injured arm, I could suck him off, which I wanted, more like needed. I undid his pants and started to pull them down. Don helped me, shimmying them off, though the second he grunted in pain, I shoved his hands away. I could do it.

His cock slapped his hard stomach, and I sighed. He was a thing of beauty. A bead of liquid came out of his slit. I licked my lips. “You look good enough to eat.”

Don moaned, and another bead of pre-cum slipped out and down his length.

I bent down and licked the tip, tasting the sweetness. I didn’t give Don any time to enjoy the prelude, just swallowed him as far as I could. He was too long and wide for me to take him to the root, but I took him as deep as possible and worked the rest with my free hand. I was used to being able to pump him with two hands, but that wasn’t going to work right now. Still, I could make sure he enjoyed it—I was a skilled cocksucker.

Up and down, I bobbed, cheeks hollow. My tongue slicked over the underside of his cock, and just like humans, it was sensitive. Don cried out. I groaned at the sound, making him whimper. He buried a hand in my hair, not forcing me, but keeping me in place and connecting us even closer.

I licked the crown of his cock, prodding the slit.

“Vince,” Don said, almost yelling.

“Come, Sweetheart. I want to drink your release. Come for me.”

My mouth had just enclosed around him again when he cried and warmth rushed over my tongue. I moaned from the sweet taste and swallowed as fast as possible to not waste a single drop.

Don sagged back, panting. I cleaned him off, making him squirm, which I ignored, then crawled up beside him. He wrapped an arm around me and his tail coiled around my ankle.

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