"Fuck!" I gasped into the kiss as he started sliding his hand up and down, then reached for his underwear, ripping it in my haste to get to his cock.
Diego chuckled against my lips, then moaned when I took him in hand, mirroring his movements over my cock.
"Damn, you feel so good. Your skin is so smooth," Diego mumbled as he twisted his hand, making me hiss. Pre-cum dribbled from my tip, as dark as the rest of me.
Diego let go of my cock, and I almost whined. But then he pulled back from our kiss to suck his pre-cum-coated thumb into his mouth, and I groaned, leaking some more of it. I watched as he licked his palm, covering it in his saliva before taking hold of my cock again.
"Line up with mine," he murmured, and it took me a moment to figure out what he meant. He spread his legs, and I moved between them, covering his body until our cocks lined up, and took us both in hand.
I watched as he jerked us off together, hissing at how good it felt to have his silky cock against mine.
Kissing him again, I danced my lips against his as his hand moved over, pushing me closer and closer to my climax. I'd never felt like this before, this need, this desperate desire. It wasn't like I'd never jerked off before, but that had felt nothing like this.
"I'm close," Diego gasped against my lips, his hand squeezing around our lengths, and I hissed, pulling back to turn my attention to his neck. His skin was soft, and smelled like sweat and light. Rubbing my nose against his skin, I pressed kissesdown the column of his neck as my hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into his hand as we both chased our orgasms.
"Shit!" I gasped as I felt myself tumble over the edge, and Diego shouted my name a moment later, both of us spilling almost simultaneously, our dark and light cum mixing on Diego's hand and belly.
I had a feeling I could quickly get addicted to this, to Diego. If I wasn't already.
Twelve
Diego
"Um," Shade said afew minutes later, his body still covering mine, our cum between us. I wondered if he had a shower somewhere around here.
"What is it?"
"I seem to have something on my back," he said, a note of amusement in his voice, and I reached up with my clean hand, snorting when I felt the fur.
"Pixie! What are you doing up there?"
She meowed, but seemed to be in no hurry to move.
Shade laughed, then slowly slid off me and onto the mattress. Since I didn't hear Pixie complain, I assumed he'd managed it without dislodging her. "Does this mean she likes me?"
"Yes, I think she does," I said with a chuckle, amused by how happy he sounded at the idea. He was such a sweetheart.
"Is there somewhere I can clean up before this cum dries?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, there's a small river near the back."
"A river?"
"Yep. The headmaster said I could have a river or a pond, and I picked a river. I like the sound it makes."
"Makes complete sense," I said with a shake of my head, then got to my feet. Shade's shadows were still there, guiding me straight there. Did I even need my cane anymore, or was it just a fashion accessory now? Where was it, anyway? By the couch?
I usually never lost track of my cane because of how important it was, but the longer I was with Shade, the more his shadows seemed to help me, as if being closer to him strengthened them as well.
Finding the river, I was surprised to realize the water was almost warm. Certainly not cold enough to make me shiver, and I quickly washed myself before making my way back to the bed.
I climbed up, then patted around to discover Shade was right where I'd left him, Pixie still on his back.
"Are you ever planning to move?" I asked with a laugh, and Shade mumbled incoherently in what I assumed was denial.
"Stop trying to steal my boyfriend from me, Pix," I said as I patted the cat's head, and she meowed, but didn't stir.
"Did you have fun?" Shade asked, making me raise a brow in his general direction. "On the date, I mean," he clarified, his voice a touch flustered.