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“And I like that they smell like you.”

“So I still smell the same post-transformation?” It wasn’t something I’d ever thought about, but it seemed weird to me that I could completely change physiology and still smell the same.

“Mostly,” came the answer. “There are some subtle differences, but it’s still clearly you.”

“What do I smell like?” I asked him, deliberately pressing my face into his stomach and inhaling. “Because you smell like laundry detergent and cloves.”

“Cloves?”

I shrugged. “I like cloves.”

That got me a laugh before he bent down to stick his face in the side of my neck and inhale deeply. “Eucalyptus, ice, and earth.”

Not at all how I’d have expected to smell. “Really?”

He breathed in again, deeply. “Mmhmm.” His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and his lips placed a gentle, almost chaste kiss to the skin on the side of my throat. “I like it.” Another kiss. “A lot.”

I sucked in a breath, because the next kiss was anything but chaste as his lips parted to allow his tongue to trace a circle just below my jawbone. The heat of his mouth sent electricity through the nerve-endings from my neck straight to my groin, heating my belly on the way.

“Taavi—”

He hummed against my neck, placing another, equally unchaste kiss slightly lower down.

I needed to get my hands on him.

I pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans so I could run my hands up his sides, loving the smoothness of his skin, the faint texture of his tattoo under the sensitive fingers on my right hand. He pulled his shirt the rest of the way off for me, tossing it to the side on the bed.

But before I could do any of the several things I liked doing to his bare skin, his lips were back on the side of my throat, his hands pulling impatiently at my rumpled t-shirt.

“Taav—I can’t—with you—”

He growled softly, then moved his head just long enough to yank my shirt off over my head and throw it on the floor, then was back kissing his way across my clavicle before I could catch my breath.

I clenched my jaw to keep from groaning as his lips and tongue—and,Jesus fuck, his teeth—found one nipple. Because nobody wants their almost-certainly-awake parents to hear them moan as their boyfriend does illicit things to their nipples.

I made a soft, strangled sound as his hand slid inside my boxer briefs, grabbing my erection in his hand and squeezing. Taavi dropped to his knees between my legs, easing me out of my underwear.

“Taav—”

“Quiet,” he ordered.

I shut the fuck up, but my eyes rolled back in my head as his hot mouth closed around me, my fingers instinctively sliding into his hair. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, far enough that I had to rely on my legs to keep me there.

One hand slid under my balls, massaging as he sucked and licked and slid his lips and tongue along my length, and I ground my teeth together to strangle the cry that wanted to push its way out of my throat. But he must have heard what little sound escaped, because he growled softly in response, increasing the speed and strength of his mouth.

I could feel the muscles in my legs shaking, his tongue and lips relentless, head bobbing slightly as he sucked and licked. The breath rasped in and out of my lungs as I panted, trying not to lose control too quickly, although he was making it fucking difficult.

He pulled off just long enough to suck on one finger, and I knew my eyes widened, but he didn’t give me long to think about it before taking my throbbing erection back into his mouth, that spit-slicked finger sliding below my balls and pressing against puckered skin.

My fingers spasmed in his hair as he pushed his finger into me, just a little, then pulling back, then a little more.

I wasn’t able to breathe fast enough, and I let my head fall back and my eyes close, content to pass out from this if that’s what happened.

Another growl sent shivers through my entire body, starting with my cock and aching balls, and his finger pushed farther, then back, then deeper, each thrust taking him closer to the hypersensitive knot of nerves that both of us knew would end with me spilling down his throat.

Assuming I lasted that long.

“Taav—” I rasped out. The muscles of my stomach ached, I could feel my pulse in my balls, and my cock was painfully hard.