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“I want you to come, okay? Can you do that for me, Gemae?” Rusty nuzzled Gem’s thigh, licking at his salty skin. “That’s it. Come on, beautiful. You can do it.”

Gem squeezed his eyes shut and whined deep in his throat, the muscles in his limbs locking as his rhythm on his cock faltered.

With a dark growl, Rusty bared his canines and said, “Come like the good girl you are.”

Then he sank his teeth into Gem’s thigh and bit down.

Hard. And Gem came with a scream. His prehensiles sprang back, barbs engaged, snagging on Gem’s hand and wrist. Pearlescent, glimmering cum flowed from his cock in a rush, streaming down between his legs and covering Rusty’s dick still lodged at the tip.

Rusty wasn’t sure what color it was, but it nearly matched his own dick. It contrasted with Gem’s dark skin, making it look like he was covered in oily paint. Like art. Even in the throes of passion, Gem was nothing short of a masterpiece.

Falling back on the couch, Gem’s body rolled with his orgasm, his warbling keens of pleasure loud enough to wake the whole building, but Rusty didn’t care. He wanted everyone to hear. Hear and know that it was Rusty who made Gem feel like this.

As Gem continued to come, Rusty resisted the urge to bite down harder, to break through his tough skin. The desire was there, like a roaring in his head. Or maybe he was the one actually snarling. He felt untethered and wild, but he forced his jaw to unhinge, releasing Gem before his flesh tore.

He licked at yet another mark that would surely bruise by morning, almost in apology, and Gem hummed in contented pleasure.

Cum was still trickling from his pretty cock, and Rusty reached out to touch the softening flesh.

Gem’s limbs jerked, then he whimpered when Rusty gave his leaking shaft a gentle stroke.

All eight eyes were closed, a blissful smile teasing the edges of his mouth, and he was so still. So quiet.

Not wanting to disturb Gem’s peace, Rusty carefully shifted them both to a more comfortable position.

His now flaccid dick slipped out of Gem’s ass without resistance as he settled Gem’s legs on the couch so he was no longer curled inward.

He removed the condom and, unsure what else to do with it, placed it on the packet it came from, leaving them both on the coffee table.

With a cute little hum, Gem ran an absent hand over Rusty’s belly, petting his fur in a self-soothing sort of way.

Using Gem’s shirt, Rusty cleaned up the mess they’d made of each other and the couch.

When they were more or less clean, he dropped the shirt back to the floor and admired Gem’s graceful, naked body.

Unable to resist, he crawled over Gem until he was straddling one leg, hovering above him. He carefully cradled Gem’s soft cock in his hand, rubbing his thumb up to the slit on the underside of his tip where a thin trail of cum leaked out. He rubbed it away, and Gem gasped.

“Fuck.”

“Still coming?” Rusty asked with another swipe over his slit, and Gem twitched.

“A little,” he whispered, and Rusty snuffled a laugh, giving his dick one last, appreciative stroke before he crept up Gem’s body.

The Araknis’s eyes were still closed, and Rusty carefully kissed each of his eight lids before he rubbed their cheeks against each other. When Gem purred in satisfaction, Rusty did it again, wriggling until he could rub his face against Gem’s neck and under his chin, then the top of his chest.

To be honest, Rusty wanted to rub his entire body all over Gem, but he managed to suppress that urge. Instead, he licked at the hickey he’d sucked into Gem’s neck and growled in pleasure at its existence. He liked marking the Araknis, and he didn’t think he was ready to face what that meant.

When the barbs of his prehensiles finally disengaged, Gem sighed and opened his eyes, smiling dopily up at Rusty. “Did we break the universe?”

Rusty still didn’t know what he meant, but he nodded anyway. “Pretty much.”

“Good,” Gem said before he pulled Rusty down into a lazy kiss. “That was way better than it had any right to be.”

Chuckling, Rusty nuzzled Gem’s cheek. “Is that so? Guess we’ll have to do it again, huh?”

Gem beamed up at him and nodded. “I mean, it would be an insult to sex if we didn’t.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Rusty teased back, and Gem giggled.

Kissing his laughter from his lips, Rusty purred in utter contentment as Gem ran all six hands through his fur.

Yes, the sex had been good, but this? This was everything.

He’d been starved for touch, sure, but intimacy?

Affection? Oh, his heart was ravenous, desperate for more, and Gem seemed more than happy to give it all in spades.

“You’ll stay, right?” Gem whispered against Rusty’s lips.

A glance out the window behind them showed the sky already lightening with dawn, and Rusty nodded. “Yeah, Gem, I’ll stay.”

“And you’ll be here when I wake up?” Gem asked, tone and expression heart-wrenchingly vulnerable.

“Yes,” Rusty said, “I promise. ”

And when Gem kissed him again, sweet and sublime, Rusty thought, “Wow, so this is what it’s like.”