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Wrapping his upper hand around Rusty’s shaft, he thumbed at the spines, smiling when they flexed.

Rusty’s head fell back with a wounded noise, hips stuttering up into Gem’s grasp.

A bead of precum was already forming at his tapered tip, and Gem split his attention between the beautiful cock before him and Rusty’s face.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Gem asked as he stroked up Rusty’s length, gray fingers stark against the pretty pink flesh.

“You know it does,” Rusty hedged, whining deep in his throat as Gem’s thumb circled his tip, smearing the precum.

“Oh, ashari, I’m going to take good care of you,” Gem promised as he leaned in and blew over the glistening head of Rusty’s cock.

The hand in Gem’s hair tugged sharply, and he shuddered in pleasure at the sting as he dipped his head and licked at Rusty’s thick spines.

He showered Rusty’s dick with wet, sucking kisses and licks, basking in the fractured sounds of the Pyclon’s pleasure.

Gem took his time exploring, committing Rusty’s taste and feel to memory, learning what he liked. When he asked him, between languid licks around his glands, Rusty shook his head, struggling for words, before gritting out, “I don’t know.”

If it had been anyone else, Gem would have assumed they were being facetious or vague.

But this was Rusty, and Gem had a feeling he was answering honestly.

Because his pleasure had never been important, had never been the focus.

So how could he learn what he liked? At least in regard to sex with another person involved.

It was a fucking tragedy that no one had ever taken his pleasure into account. But that would end tonight. Gem would make sure of it.

Rusty was panting hard, a growling purr vibrating through him, and Gem finally took pity on him, sinking his mouth down that thick length. He could have taken it all without choking, but this was a dick worth choking on, so Gem rushed it, throat constricting, lungs spasming.

Lower hands rubbing Rusty’s quaking thighs, Gem sent his upper hands through Rusty’s chest fur as his middle hands played with his penile spines and massaged the subtle bulge behind his dick where his balls were. As Rusty choked on another moan, Gem’s mouth went to work.

He was noisy and wet, letting his spit slide down the length to dampen Rusty’s fur.

He choked every few sucks, refusing to stifle the sound, and Rusty groaned, pulling on Gem’s hair.

When Gem scraped his fang along the sensitive glands near the tip, Rusty snarled ferociously, giving a painful yank on his curls, and Gem chuckled.

“Oops,” he said, giving the head of Rusty’s dick a sucking kiss. His precum was musky and salty, his spicy pheromones making Gem’s head swim. “I want you to come all over my face. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?”

The only reply Gem received was a whine as Rusty’s hands moved restlessly through his hair.

He took it as agreement and started bobbing his head in earnest. He took Rusty deep, swallowing around him, tonguing at the spines, before slurping back up.

He wasn’t always this messy—he was a lady, after all—but he wanted Rusty utterly filthy when he was done with him.

As Rusty’s purrs got louder, he started to babble in Pyclese, words Gem couldn’t understand, and Gem dropped one hand between his legs to rub his own desperate erection through his sweats.

He wouldn’t get off like this, but it still had pleasure singing through his veins as he hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around the magnificent cock in his throat.

When Rusty tried to thrust into Gem’s mouth, Gem pinned his thighs down, slowing his rhythm.

Not that he was opposed to getting his throat demolished but only when he allowed it.

One of these days, he’d let Rusty fuck his mouth until his throat was sore, but tonight, Gem was in charge, and he was going to see just how hard he could push before Rusty’s perfect control shattered.

As it turned out, it didn’t take long.

Gem worked Rusty’s cock at a torturous pace until Rusty’s lips peeled back over his canines and he released a somewhat feral sound.

He strained against Gem’s hold, fingers wrenching in his hair as if to speed him up, but Gem did no such thing.

He locked eyes with Rusty, mouth stretched around his cock, and refused to look away.

Rusty’s nostrils flared, then he whimpered.

Precious deities, Rusty whimpered, eyes squeezing shut in agonized ecstasy, and said, “Please. Oh fuck. Please.”

He said, “I can’t—shit, I’m gonna—”

He said, “Gem, caryd , please.”

Smug and satisfied, Gem released Rusty’s cock long enough to purr, “Oh baby, all you had to do was ask nicely.”

This time, Gem put every ounce of effort and skill into blowing Rusty’s dick and his mind, and Rusty pulled his hair as he gasped up at the ceiling. He stroked Rusty’s tail in time with his mouth’s tempo, and Rusty snarled, his cock swelling in Gem’s throat.

He added a hint of fang again, and this time, Rusty howled and exploded in Gem’s mouth in a rush.

Gem swallowed the first thick spurts before he slid up and off Rusty’s cock, letting the rest paint his cheeks, chin, and tongue.

He worked the base of Rusty’s dick with his hand, the spines flexing and twitching.

Rusty was staring down at Gem, eyes wide like he was surprised by his own orgasm, and Gem kept several eyes locked with his as he licked up the spunk trickling down the sides of his shaft. He came a lot, but Gem didn’t complain. He let it cover his lower face and licked up the rest.

At long last, Rusty slumped back into the couch with a groan, chest rumbling with a deep purr, and Gem’s fur vibrated back, content and overly satisfied with himself.

He slowed his pace on his own dick, letting the arousal lower back to a simmer before he released it entirely.

He liked edging, even if he had to edge himself.

Blinking down at him, Rusty caught his breath as Gem preened. “That might have been the best blowjob I’ve ever given. I’m hella proud of myself right now.”

Rusty laughed, weak and breathy, but Gem loved it. He loved all of Rusty’s laughs, but he treasured these ones the most. The free, unhindered ones that he only shared with Gem.

Without a word, Rusty sat up, cupped his face, and leaned in to touch his nose to Gem’s. Then he proceeded to rasp his tongue over Gem’s cheek and chin, collecting the mess and feeding it into his waiting mouth. He didn’t stop until Gem was clean, and then he kissed him deeply.

They parted, and Gem smirked slyly up at him. “Was I a good girl, Rusty?”

The Pyclon nodded. “Yeah, Gem, you were, and you looked pretty while doing it.”

Wrapping his top arms around Rusty’s neck, Gem tugged him down for another kiss as he said, “You’re godsdamned right.”