Page 40 of In Darkness and Dank

“Prrrp… Caris?” Shu’s hand drifted lower, teasing over the top of Kittisak’s ass.

“What?” Kittisak laughed. “Seriously?”

“Huh.” Shu squeezed.

“Right now?”

“Huh.”

“Okay, fine, you’ve convinced me.”

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Kittisak succumbed to Shu’s hot mouth once more and then he passionately returned the affection. He did his best to encourage that third cock to emerge but had no such luck. Shu seemed to enjoy himself and said as much, but Kittisak was certain that Shu’s pleasure would be even greater if he would just let Kittisak have a crack at that damn thing.

Understanding the function of Shu’s unique anatomy put it right on the forefront of Kittisak’s mind, and he couldn’t explain the wild urge he had to see that third cock in action. He couldn’t ever remember being this worked up over a lover, but he’d never had anyone like Shu before either. It made him feel a little crazy to be honest, and he reasoned that they’d already come this far, so why not go all the way.

He really wanted that monster dick.

It was exceedingly more pleasant to think about how he was going to coax out Shu’s monstrous equipment than worrying about how he was going to escape. Leaving didn’t seem as important as it did before, not now when he had Shu’s soft kisses and strong hands pulling him close every time he turned around. Even if the research team did find him, Kittisak didn’t think he could go back with them.

Maybe he could tell them to return in a few weeks? Months? Next year even?

Probably not.

Since he didn’t know how much time he had left with Shu, Kittisak decided to make the most of it and live up every precious second.

First up was Shu’s very first cooking lesson.

So far, Shu was not impressed.

It had taken two trips from the cave to the lagoon to drag out the pots and pans from Shu’s treasure collection, plus a spatula and some spoons. Kittisak built a fire pit using rocks from the waterfall and then set up a cooking rack with a big flat metal rack. It may have been the grill to an old car, but Kittisak had never heard of any car called an ‘Austin’ and that was the name welded across it.

It was going to work great to put the pots and pans on over the fire once Kittisak got the last rock in place to hold it up over the pit.

Now he just needed a fire.

Oh, and to clean the fish.

And try to find something to season it with.

Okay, so he still had a bit more work left to do than he thought. Although Shu didn’t seem to understand the need or desired outcome from cooking, he was happy to help. His help came with a price, of course—a kiss for every task completed.

Shu had gathered some dry leaves and twigs, and he pushed them under the rack into the pit. He stared at them, claimed his kiss, and then he smiled at Kittisak. “Fire?”

“Yes.” Kittisak patted the rack. “We’re gonna cook up here.”

“Why cook? Why?”

“I told you. Because I can’t eat everything raw.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s gross.”

“Gross?”

“Yes, gross. It’ll make me sick.” Kittisak made a gagging sound. “Do you understand?”

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