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Connor pet him and whispered soft reassurances into his ear over and over until that loud keening slowly turned into a low-pitched whine.

“I’m sorry you were left waiting,” Connor said.

Adonis whined. “Sick.”

“Yeah, I’m still sick. But that’s not why I was gone all day—I had things to take care of. Messy things.”

Adonis nodded. He rested his cheek on Connor’s neck and rubbed his nose against the corner of Connor’s jaw. His tongue lapped out, touching Connor’s pulse. “Throat.”

Warmth raced down Connor’s body, heat pooling into his lower stomach. “Yes, that’s my throat. Thank you for the erotic lick while you’re between my legs.” Connor shifted. It was uncomfortable for his cock to try to get hard with the weight of Adonis’s tail pressing against it.

“Erotic,” Adonis said.

Connor grinned. “You only ever repeat the good words.” He tugged at Adonis’s drying hair and dragged his thumb against the point of his ear. It was so close to his mouth… Connor eyed the delicate pale tip and tilted his face. He brushed his lips against the warm tip, sucking it into his mouth.

Adonis shuddered, a low groan leaving his throat as Connor carefully ran both tongue and teeth over the delicate flesh. It bent in his mouth, and Adonis groaned again, shifting his hips, lifting them up slightly.

Once the weight wasn’t pressing him down, Connor had enough room to harden. He may have been a bit single-minded to come out and greet Adonis’s worry with arousal, but… he was cute.

Connor released the tip of Adonis’s ear and dipped his tongue into the soft inside of the shell.

Adonis released a hard breath.

“Want to do it here?” Connor asked him.

There was a wet sound from below, like the dirty sloshing of when Connor’s cock had been pounding into Adonis, and something hard poked directly against Connor’s balls. He hissed at the abrupt pressure, and then confusion flitted through him. He pushed at Adonis’s shoulders, looking down.

Adonis whined.

“Lift up a second,” Connor requested.

Adonis lifted onto his elbows and Connor stared down, his eyes wide.

“You have a dick!” Connor cried out in surprise. Adonis looked down, staring where a lean, pale cock hung out of his slit. It glistened, coated in lubricant, and its tip poked at Connor’s balls as it twitched.

“Fuck.” Connor’s mouth went dry. He stared at where it came out, fascinated and aroused. “Do you want to top this time?” Connor asked, dragging his gaze up to Adonis’s face. He didn’t want to assume just because his cock was out that he wanted to—but holy hell was his mind racing at the possibilities.

Adonis looked nervously at Connor’s face. He was very slow to nod, as if he were afraid of saying yes.

Connor noted his reluctance. “Are you hesitating because you’re not sure, or because you’re afraid that I don’t want to?”

Adonis glanced from his hard cock to Connor, indecision on his face. He ducked down to rub his cheek against Connor’s. “You,” he said.

“I want to,” Connor told him. Had he imagined the scales on the bottom half of Adonis’s cock? “Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

Adonis nodded.

Connor reached out, running his hands down Adonis’s side, making his way slowly downward. Connor brushed his fingers out lightly. Adonis twitched, and Connor paid close attention to his reaction as he closed his hand around Adonis’s shaft. It was slick with lube, and Connor automatically dragged his fist over Adonis’s length. Adonis groaned, his entire body trembling. It was so hot, so plaint, and Connor’s mind went fuzzy in arousal. He squeezed the base, feeling the soft, pliant scaled texture. There were no sharp edges to snag on any delicate parts. Good.

Connor ran his fist loosely over Adonis’s length in a few experimental strokes, and Adonis’s hips swayed into his hand in little thrusts. Connor’s cock was dying.

“Let’s get that inside quick? Yeah?” Connor practically groaned. Was this how Adonis felt when asking Connor to fuckhim? He couldn’t imagine how frustrated he must have felt at being told no.

Adonis nodded.

Connor reached for his shorts, pushing them down. He tilted his hips up, doing his best to make sure his ass didn’t rest on the sand—if he ended up with any grains down there, they’d have to stop to rinse it out.

“I need to stretch myself out first, okay?” Connor dipped his fingers into the slit at the base of Adonis’s cock, and he prodded what felt like warm, squishy balls inside. Adonis jumped, his hips thrusting forward.