Nineteen

Dustin

Khush carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing. To him? I probably did.

"Oh, no. You're staying out, missy," Khush said, and I was utterly confused for a moment before I saw him nudge Scrappy out the door with the end of his tail.

Once he'd locked the door, he carried me to the bed, then placed me on the mattress ever so gently.

"If you keep acting like you're going to break me, I'm gonna kick your ass," I threatened, making Khush laugh.

"I could break you, you know. I'm a supe, remember?"

"You could, but I know there's no way you actually would. So stop treating me like a glass doll," I argued, then grabbed his tank top and jerked him close, smashing my lips to his. Huh. Maybe the tank top had a use after all.

Khush moaned into my mouth as he settled over me, and his hard dicks pressed against my groin. I whimpered softly as I pushed up into him, rubbing myself against his hardness.

"Too many clothes," he grunted as he pushed up on his elbows, and I nodded in agreement, grabbing the hem of his tank top and pulling it off him. The loop of one arm got stuck on his ear, and we both broke into chuckles as we struggled to free him.

I threw the shirt as far as I could once it was off, and helped Khush take mine off, removing my binder while he focused on getting my pants off. I didn't usually fall asleep with the binder on, but today had been an emotional day, and I hadn't been thinking straight when I'd crawled into bed with Khush earlier.

"There you are," he murmured once we were both naked, pulling me into another kiss. I sucked on his tongue as I slid my palm up and down his chest, tangling my fingers into the soft hair on his chest. There wasn't much of it, but it was just the right amount for me to tug.

Khush gasped into my mouth, his dicks pushing against my hole. I didn't really have specific names for my holes like some of the trans men I knew, but I did think of the nub above my hole as my cock, and right now, it was pressed right between Khush's dicks, and every time he moved against me, it sent sparks shooting up my spine.

I pulled away from his lips as a thought occurred to me, but it took me a few moments to string together the words to say what I wanted to, especially since Khush had turned his focus to my chest, lavishing my skin with little licks and bites, leaving behind small marks of his claim on me.

"Um, just wanted to clarify. You can't knock me up, right? You being the god of fertility and all," I added a touch teasingly, and Khush paused, then glanced up at me.

"I... actually, I don't know," he answered hesitantly, and I blinked. Despite the fact that I'd asked, I hadn't actually expected an answer that was anything other than a simple no. I'd figured it just wasn't possible with us being from different species and all.

"Seriously?"

"Sorry. I know some supe species are able to have kids with humans, but I don't know if the nagas are one of them." Khush ran his fingers over my forehead, moving my hair so it was no longer in my eyes. "Do you want to stop?"

I gazed up at him, chewing on my lower lip as I tried to decide. Despite the impromptu conversation, the heat in my belly hadn't lessened in the least, and I knew it wouldn't take much to get us right where we'd left off.

But did I want to continue, with the risks involved?

Though I had a pack of condoms somewhere downstairs, I'd bought those before I met Khush, and there was no way they'd fit him.

Once upon a time, back before I realized most men were assholes—I used to wish I could be attracted to women instead, but now I'm glad I'm not—I'd dreamed of building a family with someone, of filling our house with happy, flourishing kids who knew they could be anyone they wanted to, and we'd support them wholeheartedly. It was one of the reasons I hadn't gotten any surgeries.

Over the years, that dream had faded off into the background like a lot of dreams tended to, but suddenly, the dream was as clear as the sky above us.

Actually, it was clearer than it'd ever been, because now the man beside me, my partner, had a face.

Taking a deep breath, I placed my palm on Khush's cheek, and gazed into his beautiful yellow-brown eyes. "I don't want to stop. Not unless you want to."

Khush sucked in a breath, then reached up to cover my palm with his.

"Shit, Dustin," he mumbled, shaking his head. It wasn't just his head, I realized. His whole body was trembling.

"Khush?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just... overwhelmed. For heaven's sake, Dustin. I don't want to stop. I really don't."

I smiled, reading between the lines well enough. Khush wanted the same thing as me, and just like every step in our relationship so far, we were going to blast our way through this one too.

"Kiss me," I demanded, and he complied immediately, falling onto my lips like a man starving. I slid my legs around him, holding him as close as I could as I kissed him back, my fingertips digging into his shoulders.

I bit his lower lip, making him hiss into my mouth before returning the gesture with a bite of his own as he tugged at my lower lip, biting it, then sucking the sting out of it as his hips continued moving, rubbing his dicks against me.

Gasping for breath, I jerked away from his lips, and he leaned up on his elbows before reaching down and brushing his fingers against my cock. He took it between his finger and thumb, giving it a little squeeze before rubbing the head, and I moaned loudly, throwing my head back, my eyes falling shut as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

"Fuck me, Khush," I begged, and his fingers slid lower, brushing against my hole. I was so turned on that his finger slipped inside me easily, and he slid it in and out of me a few times before adding another finger.

As he readied me, he dropped kisses down the side of my face, soft, fluttery things that made my heart skip a beat. I forced my eyes open and met his, and the look on his face stole my breath. If that wasn't love, I didn't know what it was.

By the time he slid his fingers out of me, I was ready to cum. I restrained myself, though, and waited patiently as he slowly pressed the head of one of his cocks against my hole, brushing it up and down a couple of times before finally, finally pushing in.

Khush

I swore loudly the moment I slid into the warm, wet heat of Dustin's hole, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding back my climax. He felt so good around me that I didn't think I could move, and I hovered over him with my cock inside him, trying my best to not act like a teenager.

"Dustin, you're way too fucking hot," I muttered, and he laughed breathlessly, blinking up at me with bleary blue eyes.

"Pot, meet kettle," he sassed, because of course he did.

"Okay, okay," I mumbled to myself as I slowly pulled up before sinking into him again, biting my lip as I slid all the way into him.

"Fuuuck!" Dustin groaned, and for a moment I was stunned still by how utterly breathtaking he looked with his head thrown back, his sweat soaked hair spilling onto his face, his eyes squeezed shut and face twisted in a mask of pleasure.

If I could move at all, I'd have taken a picture of him so I could remember this moment exactly, but since I couldn't, I instead tried my best to memorize every little detail.

When I felt like I wouldn't blow with a single touch anymore, I started moving again, slipping my hands under Dustin's shoulders so I could hold onto him properly.

"Khush, wait, wait," Dustin said, and I froze in place, glancing up to find his eyes on me.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Fuck no. I want all of you inside me. All of you," he stressed, and I hissed softly as I realized what he was referring to.

"Are you sure? It'll be a tight fit."

Dustin licked his lips, and my eyes followed the movement of his tongue as I wished I was the one licking them instead.

"I'm sure. I want to feel you inside me even when you're not there."

Cursing under my breath, I slid almost all the way out of him before slowly pushing back in, and this time, I slid my index finger in too. Slowly, I loosened him until he could take three of my fingers along with my cock, and only then did I press the head of my second cock in alongside the first, slowly pressing in.

"Tell me if it hurts," I said, and Dustin nodded quickly, his teeth buried in his lower lip.

He was tight, almost too tight, maybe, but he didn't stop me as I slowly, slowly slid inside him.

I stopped when I was halfway in, and pulled back a little before thrusting. Slowly, I started thrusting into him, pushing deeper and deeper into him.

Dustin threw his arm over his face, hiding his eyes from me, but I couldn't have that. I need to see him, to know that he was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

Reaching for his arm, I pulled it off his face, pressing a kiss to the back of his knuckles before placing his arm gently above his head.

Dustin peered up at me through slitted eyes, and I smiled down at him, pulling him into a soft kiss.

"There you are," I murmured against his lips. "Don't hide from me, please."

Dustin hummed against my lips, then pushed his hips up, pulling me deeper into him. I groaned against his mouth, then started moving, meeting him thrust for thrust as we both chased our climaxes.

As I continued kissing him, I trailed my hand down his body, teasing his nipples and eliciting a strangled gasp from him before I moved lower.

I kept my touch light as I trailed my fingers over his stomach, then down his happy trail before reaching his cock. In one of our many conversations, Dustin had explained to me how he referred to various parts of his anatomy, and I'd promised myself I'd never, ever refer to any part of him in any way other than what he preferred.

I ran my thumb over him, stroking him the same time I pushed into him, and I loved the broken little moan that slipped out of his mouth.

"Fuck, Khush. Are you close?" he asked, the strain in his voice implying that he certainly was.

"Yeah, shit, Dustin. You're so fucking hot," I grunted as I fucked him harder, my pace increasing as my orgasm drew closer and closer.

"You sure you don't want me to pull out?" I could hardly string together the words, but I tried regardless because it was an important question. If we did this, I didn't want Dustin to regret it.

"I'm sure," he promised, and when I met his luminous blue eyes, I believed him.

Pulling him closer, I pressed our lips together as I thrusted into him hard, my tail wrapping tighter and tighter around his legs the closer I got to my climax.

I rubbed the tip of his cock, and he moaned loudly, his lips trembling against mine as he arched up into me, his whole body going stiff.

I slid in and out of him a few more times before my own orgasm barreled through me, and I groaned loudly, my mouth falling open as I spilled into my mate, coating his insides with my cum and marking him as mine.

Dustin was still trembling from his release, and I wrapped my tail around us all the way up to our hips, binding him to me as I flipped us around so he was lying on top of me.

Resting his chin on my chest, Dustin gazed at me with barely open eyes, his breathing still a little choppy.

"That...was..." He trailed off, blinking slowly as he tried to find the right word.

"I know," I murmured softly when he kept struggling, and reached up to push his hair out of his face. He smiled as he pushed into my touch, then wriggled a little, as if testing my grip on him.

"Did you...is your tail wrapped around me?"

I nodded mutely, and he squinted at me. "You're still inside me."

I nodded again, then realized he might need an explanation.

"It's a naga thing. Would you like me to stop?"

"No, don't," he said quickly, shaking his head slightly. "It feels nice."

I smiled, glad he felt it too. Holding my mate close like this felt soothing, especially after the emotional rollercoaster of a day we'd had. I knew we still needed to have that conversation, and I needed, no, I wanted to tell Dustin about my past, but for now, I was happy to just hold him as we lay in our bed, sharing a peaceful silence that was only interrupted by the scratching on the bedroom door.

I'd let the cat in as soon as I was ready to move, but until then, Dustin was all mine.