Page 146 of Berries and Greed

“Because the sight of any food turns you into a magpie.” I nudged his belly with my elbow. “Raw carrot is nice.”

“I guess it wasn’t too bad.” He stole another bit and straightened. “Do I have time to take a shower before dinner?”

“Yes. I’m still prepping all the delicious, delicious veggies we’ll have in it.”

“Am I being punished for something?” He kissed the top of my head. “I won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

I watched him amble out of the kitchen, his tail swishing over his ass, which looked really good in those grey sweats. Once I’d heard his bedroom door click shut, I looked back down at the red bell peppers on the chopping board, washed and ready to be sliced.

Dinner could wait.

My stomach was jittery with nervous excitement as I washed my hands at the sink and made my way into the living room. I perched on the couch, wiping my palms down my thighs. I’d already stashed the bag of toys next to the couch, because if he was interested in me fucking him tonight, I wanted us to do it in his room where I knew he’d be most comfortable.

How long should I wait before I just moved myself into his room permanently? Did he even want that?

My knee bounced nervously as I waited for Greid to get out of the shower. I turned on the TV to distract myself, flicking to the celebrity gossip show I sometimes watched. The sound of the TV drew Greid’s attention when he finally emerged from his room, appearing in the doorway in his onesie with his wet hair pushed back from his face.

“Shit, sorry, did I take too long? Is dinner already done?”

I shook my head. “No, I just… Um, I wanted to show you something first.”

“Is it a pizza?” He made his way over to the couch. “Like, as an appetiser to the stir fry?”

I chuckled. “Nope, sorry. Better resign yourself to eating my stir fry tonight.”

“I’m just kidding.” He sat down right beside me, shuffling as close as possible and wrapping his arm around my waist as he kissed my cheek. “I like your food.”

I gave him a distracted smile, reaching over to palm his thigh. “So, you know I went to a store earlier that Corva recommended?”

“Yeah. Wait, what store was it again? I can’t remember.”

“Well.” I cleared my throat and said brightly, “It was a sex store.”

I could feel Greid staring down at me. “A sex store, huh? Okay, you definitely didn’t tell me that earlier, because I definitely would’ve remembered.”

Chuckling, I leaned over the side of the couch to grab the bag. “I got some stuff.”

“Can I see?” he asked immediately.

“Of course.” I laughed, reaching into the bag. “It’s stuff for us, Greid.”

I pulled the handcuffs out first and glanced up at Greid. His eyes went wide for a second, throat bobbing, before a big, filthy grin spread across his face as he took them from me. “Nice. I like the pink.”

“I knew you would.” I nudged his arm with a sly grin. “So, want me to handcuff you to the bed?”

“Yes, please,” he rasped, long fingers sifting through the pink fluff lining the cuffs as his ears fluttered.

Pulse leaping, I pulled out the strap-on. “Want me to fuck you while you’re tied up?”

Greid froze. I looked back up to gauge his reaction, seeing his yellow eyes wide and fixed on the strap-on in my hands. He let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck. I… Y-yeah. Yes.” His mouth opened and closed wordlessly a few times, before he hoarsely repeated, “Yes.”

“Is the dick too big?” I looked down at it critically. “I got a smaller one in case—”

“N-no, it’s… It’s not.” He swallowed. “It’s a, uh, demiurgus one, huh? It’s got…”

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