Page 9 of Orange Spell
“Just shut up,” Curran snapped.
Marlin chuckled.“I made you an offer.Do you still want someone to fuck you?”He leaned against the wall next to Curran, their shoulders brushing together.The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Curran’s body.
Curran swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.Focus.“I said I wanted a quick fuck, not that I wanted someone to fuck me.”
“Yeah?I don’t have a problem with you fucking me if that’s what you want.”
Curran’s brain blue-screened.There was no way Marlin had just offered to let Curran fuck him, was there?
The alcohol made Curran’s thoughts fuzzy, but it also gave him a strange sort of courage.“You’d let me do that?”he blurted out, something he normally wouldn’t have done.He was going to die of embarrassment.
Marlin smirked, his fangs glinting in the dim light.“Why not?Unless that’s not what you want.I'm pretty flexible, so we can do whatever you want.”
“No, I—I mean, yes,” Curran stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.“I just, I didn’t think—”
Marlin chuckled again, and Curran’s breath hitched.“Relax.Let’s just go to my room, yeah?It’s right there.”
Curran nodded.His throat was dry, and his legs felt like jelly as he followed Marlin down the hallway.He was so close to Marlin that he could smell him, and it wasn’t helping.Curran’s groin throbbed in anticipation, and they hadn’t even kissed.
Would Marlin want to kiss him?He was in this to get off, but maybe he enjoyed kissing while having sex.Maybe Curran would be lucky enough that he could have that, too.
Marlin’s living room was sparse but clean, and it looked like he didn’t spend a lot of time there.He closed the door behind them, and Curran’s stomach churned at theclickof the lock.
For a moment, they were silent.Curran waited for Marlin to change his mind, but Marlin stepped closer, his tail curling around Curran’s waist.Curran gasped softly.It was the first time Marlin touched him like that—not like he was Birch’s kid brother, but like he was someone he wanted.
“You sure about this?”Marlin asked, his voice soft but firm.
Curran nodded.“I’ve wanted this for years,” he admitted.He hated that he couldn’t stop the words.He’d have to remember not to drink ever again.
Marlin’s expression softened, and he reached up to cup Curran’s cheek.His scales were warm against Curran’s skin, and Curran leaned into the touch, a small whimper escaping his lips.
“Then let’s not waste any more time,” Marlin murmured, his lips brushing against Curran’s ear.
Curran’s breath hitched, and he pressed his body against Marlin’s, curling his tail around Marlin’s thigh.Marlin’s scent was overwhelming, and Curran’s cock began to emerge from his cloaca, slick and eager.
He was going todiefrom embarrassment.
But Marlin didn’t mock Curran for being too eager.Instead, his hand slid down Curran’s chest, his claws lightly grazing the patch of scales he had just under his ribs.“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered.
Curran’s legs trembled, and he reached up to grip Marlin’s shoulders for support.“Marlin, please,” he begged.He might regret this in the morning—they both might—but it wouldn’t be enough to stop him.He didn’twantto stop.
Marlin groaned as his own cock emerged from his cloaca, thick and glistening.He leaned down, capturing Curran’s lips in a searing kiss, distracting him from the sight.
Curran moaned into the kiss and tangled his hands in Marlin’s hair.Marlin’s tongue slid against his, causing Curran’s knees to buckle.Marlin caught him easily, his strong arms wrapping around Curran’s waist, holding him up.
He lifted Curran effortlessly, carrying him out of the living room.Curran barely had the time to look around Marlin’s bedroom before Marlin lay him down gently in the middle of his nest.Curran’s tail slid against the sheets, his body trembling with anticipation.He didn’t care what the bedroom looked like.
Marlin lowered his body next to Curran’s.“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive and almost enough to coax Curran into believing he could have more than one night.
Curran nodded.“Yours,” he whispered back.
Marlin’s hand slid down Curran’s body, his claws lightly grazing his scales before he reached his cloaca.He pressed his fingers against the slick entrance, and Curran whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily.
“So eager,” Marlin teased.
Curran reached down to grip the sheets he was splayed over tightly.“Please, Marlin,” he begged.
Marlin smirked.“Since you asked so nicely.”
