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A needy little whine scraped the Pyclon’s throat as his claws dug into the back of Gem’s neck. Gem moaned, wanting more. He wanted those claws to score his back and scratch up his chest. He wanted Rusty’s canines in his shoulder and the fleshy meat of his inside thigh and, yes, his ample asscheeks.

His fingers danced along the base of Rusty’s tail, and Rusty jolted like he’d touched a livewire, a snarled chitter breaking their kiss. Gem snickered and did it again, rubbing harder, and Rusty moaned. Gods, he moaned, and it was lovely.

“You like that?” Gem asked, gripping Rusty’s tail and stroking, and Rusty’s head fell back.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and Gem did it again, jerking his tail like it was his dick.

“I bet I could make you come like this,” Gem said as Rusty gasped up at the ceiling. “But I’ll test that another time. Right now, I want to suck your brains out through your dick.”

“Oh shit,” Rusty choked out, lunging back in for another desperate kiss.

He writhed in Gem’s arms, hips moving in a stuttered, desperate roll. The hard column trapped inside Rusty’s jeans rubbed against Gem’s stomach, and Rusty gasped, like he was surprised. Surprised that he was hard, maybe? Or that it felt good? Gem didn’t know.

Sharp canines nipped at Gem’s jaw, and he angled his head to give Rusty better access.

A spine-tingling snarl ripped from the Pyclon’s throat as he worked his way down Gem’s neck until he latched onto his pulse-point and sucked.

Gem pressed Rusty’s face closer, encouraging him to suck harder, and he did.

Then he rasped his coarse tongue over the spot where he always scent-marked him, and Gem shivered.

Fighting for patience—and control—Gem secured his grip on Rusty and flipped them over. Rusty yelped in shock as he settled on the couch where Gem had been sitting. With a sly smile, Gem straddled his lap, and Rusty rubbed his palms up and down Gem’s thighs over his sweats.

“Can I take this off?” Gem asked breathlessly, fingering the hem of Rusty’s shirt. With a nod, Rusty lifted his arms, and Gem tugged it up, both of them laughing when it caught on Rusty’s black, button nose.

“Can—” Rusty barely started before Gem was nodding, helping Rusty remove his own shirt.

His claws traced the swirls of red over Gem’s chest like they were a marvel to behold.

“Red, right?” Gem nodded, tilting his head, and Rusty purred as he fingered the mark he’d most likely sucked into Gem’s skin. “I wish I could see it.”

“I like how you see me,” Gem confessed, breath catching as Rusty dragged his claws down his neck and torso, the bleached marks fading as quickly as they appeared.

“I like seeing you,” Rusty murmured, almost to himself as he framed Gem’s waist under his lowest arms.

Seeing, not looking. The word choice felt significant. Lots of people liked looking at Gem, but very few took the time to see him. But here, now, laid bare before this man, Gem had never felt more known or understood.

The kiss they shared next shook Gem to his core, and he opened for Rusty, letting him explore his mouth with his rough tongue. He traced Gem’s small fang, and Gem pulled back.

“Unless you want a numb tongue, I don’t suggest playing with those,” he warned playfully, and Rusty chuckled.

“I thought most Araknis don’t have venom?” Rusty asked as Gem guided his hands to his ass.

“Just lucky I guess,” he said, groaning when Rusty squeezed, claws digging in, pricking him through his sweats.

Rusty nipped at Gem’s lip, stinging but not breaking skin. “Seeing as I have your ass in my hands, I think I’m the lucky one.”

“I knew you liked my ass.” Gem kissed Rusty’s husky laugh off his lips and rolled his hips. “Just wait till you see what I can do with it. You know, if you’re into that.”

“I’m into you,” Rusty said simply, and Gem went warm all over.

“Please tell me I can suck your dick now?” Gem peppered kisses along Rusty’s furry jaw.

“You, uh, don’t have to do that,” Rusty choked out.

Sitting back on the Pyclon’s thighs, Gem rubbed his hands over his chest and shoulders.

“Trust me, sucking dick is like my favorite pastime. And I really want my mouth on yours.” At Rusty’s hesitation, Gem backtracked.

“Only if you want me to. Enthusiastic consent precedes any and all dick-sucking, I swear.”

Rusty’s tail thumped anxiously against the couch. “It’s not that I don’t—it’s just, no one’s really done that to me before.”

Gem’s fur vibrated with an excited hum. “A deep, dark part of me absolutely loves that, and I don’t know what that says about me,” he admitted, making Rusty bark a laugh. “So just sit back and relax, babe, ’cause I’m about to blow your mind. And yes, that pun is intended.”

With a wink, Gem shimmied to his knees between the Pyclon’s legs, but he froze when Rusty made a noise of protest, reaching out as if to pull Gem back onto the couch. “You don’t have to be down there like that. On your knees, I mean. You shouldn’t— ”

“I like being on my knees,” Gem assured him, and Rusty’s head quirked. “I promise, I enjoy it down here.”

Gem understood why Rusty would have qualms. He was probably forced into this position, submissive and powerless, and it made Gem want to track down every customer who ever made Rusty feel that way and snap their spines.

He breathed through the anger, not wanting Rusty to pick up on it and misunderstand.

He massaged Rusty’s tense thighs and sides. “Is it okay for you if I stay here?”

“If you’re sure—”

“I am.” Gem lunged up and kissed Rusty firmly.

“I feel empowered like this. I might be the one on my knees, but you’ll be the one wrapped around my finger by the end,” he said conversationally as he unbuttoned Rusty’s jeans and slid the zipper down, studying his expression for any sign of hesitance.

“I want your fingers in my hair, and you can even pull if you get the inclination. But don’t choke me on your dick; I choke when I choose to.

And if you want to call me a good girl and tell me how pretty I look on my knees with your dick in my mouth, well, babe, you won’t hear any complaints from me. ”

Rusty’s hand slid into the curls on the back of Gem’s head and twisted there. “You like being a good girl?” he asked with a mischievous smirk.

“I like being a bad girl even more,” Gem purred as he brushed their noses together. “But we’ll save that for next time.”

“Next time?” Rusty arched a bushy mauve brow. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Isn’t there?” Gem asked, belly tightening in anticipation when Rusty grinned darkly and nodded. “Good. But first, we have to survive the sex-pocalypse. ”

“The sex-what?” Rusty grimaced and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Good call. That’s a hole we have no time to delve into.” Gem tittered at his word choice. “Not that I don’t love delving into holes—”

Rusty shut him up with a kiss, mumbling against his lips. “Don’t you ever stop talking?”

“Nope. That’s why I need your dick in my mouth. Though, speaking of dicks in mouths.” Gem added a bit of distance, and Rusty’s hand dropped back to his lap. “Just wanted to let you know I got tested earlier this week, and my results were all negative. I have them on my phone if you wanna see them.”

Rusty shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. “Oh, okay. I haven’t been tested in a few years, but I’ve also not… been with anyone.”

Now, Gem wasn’t exactly surprised by that. There’d been numerous clues that Rusty didn’t sleep around, but years? Multiple? Gem couldn’t quite fathom it.

“Years? Right. Okay. Are you…” Gem searched for the right words, not wanting to come across condescending. “Is this okay? What we’re doing, I mean.”

With a huff, Rusty gave him a flat look. “For fuck’s sake, don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. That’s not—” Cupping Rusty’s face, he rubbed their noses together. “I just want to make sure this is what you want.”

“I wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t,” Rusty said, the words whispering over Gem’s lips. “You’re what I want.”

Oh, that made him ache exquisitely. “Good. I want you too. ”

Curling his fingers in Gem’s hair, Rusty angled his head and kissed him. It was sweet and lovely, and Gem hummed into Rusty’s mouth, tracing his canines with his tongue. Rusty growled low in his chest, and Gem shivered.

He curled several hands in Rusty’s waistband. “Can I pull these down?”

Slowly, Rusty nodded, and Gem worked Rusty’s jeans down his thighs. The weight of his cock hitting his stomach had Gem’s mouth watering, but he didn’t look away from Rusty’s eyes.

“We good?” he asked, and Rusty nodded again, giving Gem’s hair a testing tug. “Oh come on, Care Bear. You can do better than that.”

He half-gasped, half-moaned when Rusty yanked his head to the side, scalp prickling as those claws tangled. “You’re right,” Rusty growled, “I can.”

The next kiss was hard and little punishing, and Gem moaned his appreciation. He didn’t need gentle handling, and he didn’t want it either. He let Rusty ravage his mouth for several seconds before he pulled away, letting the saliva stretch between them until it snapped.

With a parting wink, Gem sat back on his heels and glanced down to get his first look at the Pyclon’s dick, and deities below, he almost moaned again. “I fucking knew it.”

“Knew what?” Rusty asked hoarsely.

“That you didn’t have big dick energy for nothing.

” Gem admired the thick, pale pink cock emerging from the fuzzy protective sheath between Rusty’s legs.

It was a little glossy, with dull spines protruding around the base.

Gem knew from fucking Nykos that those spines felt amazing inside him.

“Your cock is majestic, and trust me, I do not use that word lightly.”

An embarrassed laugh punched from Rusty’s chest. “If you say so.”