Page 39 of In Darkness and Dank

“Where there is a will and lots of lube, there is a way.”

Shu blinked again.

“Trust me. We will figure it out.”

“We will figure it out?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

They headed to the pool to bathe, and Shu insisted on carrying Kittisak over into the water. Kittisak didn’t think his feet were ever to touch the ground again as Shu seemed very content to cradle him in his arms pretty much constantly. It was sweet, and it did make it easier to get more of those awesome kisses whenever he wanted.

Kittisak then learned that Shu could stay underwater for a very, very long time. He wasn’t sure if Shu was actually breathing down there or just holding his breath, but it was more than enough time to stuff Kittisak’s cock in his mouth and suck another toe-curling orgasm out of him.

Kittisak didn’t bother getting dressed again, instead choosing to stay naked as they cuddled together for a nap after their bath. The sex was wonderful but exhausting, and Kittisak snoozed through breakfast and nearly through lunch. He woke to the soft sound of Shu’s purrs, the gentle caress of his claws, and…

Ah, the smell of fish.

“Ugh.” Kittisak sputtered as he sat up, frowning at the very large and very dead fish that Shu was trying to give him. “Shu, that’s a raw fish.”

“Two fish.” Shu smiled, holding up his hands to show that he in fact had two fish. He offered one to Kittisak.

“Look, I know you really like fish. I’ve seen you eat them whole. It’s disgustingly impressive.” Kittisak wrinkled his nose, pushing Shu’s hand away. “I can’t eat them like this.”

“No eat fish?” Shu pouted and set the fish down.

“No eat fish raw.” Kittisak rubbed his eyes, still trying to wake up from his nap. “Mmm, I have to cook them. I love fish, I do, but cooked fish.”

Shu chirped, clearly confused.

“We have to cook it.” Kittisak tried to make a motion to emulate a frying pan over a fire, but it looked more like he was vacuuming. “Fire? Do you understand fire?”

“Fire? Yes.” Shu nodded. “You need fire to do the cook?”

“Yes.” Kittisak glanced over to the shelves. “And I’m gonna need some more of your chezoro.”

“Hmm.” Shu’s eyes ticked over Kittisak’s body, and he grinned. “Trade?”

“Oh, we can definitely trade.” Kittisak laughed. “Just tell me what you want, big guy.”

Shu placed a single clawed finger under Kittisak’s chin, tilting his head up toward him. “Bejo, meh almae.”

Kittisak sighed as Shu pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was unhurried, gentle, and their bodies naturally gravitated together. He curled against Shu’s side, sliding his hand up Shu’s broad chest as their legs tangled together.

Shu’s arms held Kittisak close, his claws teasing through Kittisak’s hair as he licked hungrily into his mouth. “Mmm. Meh almae.”

“Almae?” Kittisak smiled. “What’s that mean?”

“Kitty is almae.” Shu’s eyes glittered. “Special.”

“Thank you.” Kittisak’s heart skipped over itself, and he hugged Shu as close as he could. “You’re, uh, pretty almae too.”

“Come.” Shu kissed Kittisak’s forehead, rubbing his back. “We fire. You cook, yes?”

“Yes.” Kittisak paused. “You don’t happen to have any salt? Pepper? Sriracha?”

“Sriracha?” Shu made a face at the new word. “Eh.”

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

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