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PENN

I didn’t know what to expect when Cam texted me that he was done talking to his parents. I didn’t know if it would be good news or bad news or if they’d even know the answers to my questions. I couldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t nervous, going to Cam’s room and waiting for him to let me in.

But I did it and soon, we were once again sitting on his bed facing each other.

I remembered how easy it was to get lost in him the last time we needed to have a serious conversation. I couldn’t let that happen now.

We could get lost in each other after we found out if this was real or not.

“I talked to my parents,” Cam started after the standard exchange of pleasantries. Don’t ask me what those pleasantries were, because I had been answering on autopilot. I’d been too focused on getting to the meat of the discussion. I was so glad that Cam wasn’t into emotional edging.

“And?”

“Incubus magic can have a slight affect on emotions.” I felt my stomach drop to my toes. So it wasn’t real. Cam offered me a small smile. “But it only works if there’s already something there. It doesn’t create feelings. It doesn’t change feelings. It heightens them, deepens them, but it doesn’t create them out of nowhere.”

I could feel the smile forming on my face as the extinguished flame of hope began to spark back to life. “So it’s real?”

“The way I feel about you?” Cam asked as he reached out and cupped my face, drawing my eyes to his. They were sparkling, reminding me of the water at the beach my family visited once on vacation. “I never had any doubts about that.”

“I was talking about mine,” I reminded him. “I’m glad they’re real.”

Cam nodded. “I’m glad they’re real too.”

There was a beat between us, a silence that felt as comfortable as my favorite pair of old sweat pants. It was the kind of moment I could live in forever, only to have it change a second later to my new favorite moment. Cam leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was a chaste kiss, filled with affection. It was easily the best kiss I’d had in my life. None of the heated kisses we’d shared before that moment compared. Hell, it didn’t even compare to the kiss in my room when he admitted that he had feelings for me. There had still been a little bit of doubt lingering behind that kiss.

This kiss had no doubt. The affection behind his eyes was genuine. When he pulled away, he looked softer than I’d ever seen him look before.

“I really like you,” I whispered.

“I really like you too.” I watched as he drew his bottom lip in between his straight, white teeth. It was shiny with his spit when he let it go, drawing all of my attention to that perfect lip. “I think we should do something about liking each other.” What? I looked at him confused. “I think you should be my boyfriend. I might be bad at it. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of stuff to figure out about how interspecies dating works, but I think we should give it a try.”

Boyfriend?

I liked that idea. I liked that idea a lot. I nodded and took his hand in mine, bringing his knuckles up to my lips. “Boyfriends, huh?”

“Is that too juvenile? Should we find a different title?”

I could see the panic behind his bright blue eyes, and I knew I had to soothe that panic away immediately. “I really like boyfriend,” I assured him.

“Yeah?”

I didn’t answer him, just closed the distance between us to capture that spit shiny bottom lip in mine. This kiss wasn’t chaste. It was heated, all the words we’d just shared and a thousand we’d yet to share burning through our connection. It wasn’t like the times we’d kissed when he was feeding. I could almost feel when he was pulling energy from me, but this time? I didn’t feel that. It felt like the night I opened up to him instead.

Purer.

He deepened the kiss as he pulled me back on top of him. I lost myself in the taste of him, in the way our tongues mapped out one another’s mouths. I was rock hard, but I was in no hurry to speed up what we were doing. I knew it would escalate between us, and eventually we’d start to shed clothing. But I wanted to enjoy the ride. I wanted the sweet heat of this kiss. I wanted to memorize the way his tongue danced with mine.

I felt the heat of his hand slip under the back of my shirt, and the simple feeling of his hand on my bare skin sent electricity coursing through my body. Every fucking time. Every time he touched me I felt the same visceral reaction, like every cell in my body knew that all it needed to feel complete was his touch. While I was in no hurry for this to move beyond kissing, I couldn’t stop myself from seeking out friction.

He met me where I was, pushing his hips up as I ground down and swallowing my first moans. How could he drive me so wild every time? Surely this had to wear off at some point. Unless incubi were just gifted with the magical ability to be the best sexual partners anyone had ever had. In which case, I felt bad for his former feeder, doomed to a life of never having this. I already knew that I didn’t want to share—which okay, might become an issue down the line. That sounded like a problem for future Penn to address. I certainly didn’t have the mental capacity to analyze that while I was chasing pleasure with the guy I liked.

With my boyfriend.

The reminder of what we were to one another now, officially, only made me want him more.

Screw slow and steady. I sat up on top of him and lifted my shirt over my head. It fell to the floor, but I wasn’t thinking of where my shirt landed. I was only looking at the almost worshipful way that Cam stared at my bare chest. It was insane, seeing the way he looked at me. He was the one that was the textbook perfect specimen of man, yet he looked at me like I was the hottest guy he’d ever seen. It was a heady feeling, one I could easily get drunk on.

“Wow,” he whispered reverently, running his hands up my bare torso.

Electricity and fire and goosebumps were left in the wake of his hands. It exploded and grew hotter as he pulled me back down to him, our lips crashing together.

I felt the scratch of his cotton shirt against my bare chest. I wanted the feel of his warm skin. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to his armpits, not willing to break the kiss in order to remove it completely. I got what I wanted, the feeling of his skin against mine. I lost myself in his lips and tongue again, in the feeling of his cock rubbing against mine through layers of denim. His first moan made my heart hammer in my chest, ramping everything I felt up ten fold.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more . My hand reached between us, finding the button of his pants and quickly unsnapping it. I slid my hand underneath the waistband of his boxers and felt the weight of his thick cock in my hand. The moment I wrapped my hand around it, his hips buckled, fucking up into my hand. His slit was already wet with precum. I did that to him. I’d made him so horny he was already beginning to leak.

Not that I was any better. I could feel the wet spot on my boxers already.

I began to stroke him the best I could through the confine of his pants, my hand brushing against my own bulge with every movement.

“Fuck,” he moaned when I added a slight twist of my wrist. I loved how vocal he was, the way he so readily let me know what he was feeling, what he liked when we hooked up. Sure, most of our hookups had been feedings, but that didn’t mean we weren’t both still getting off. It didn’t mean that I hadn’t spent that time figuring out what he liked, cataloging it for later use. From the way it was progressing, I was thinking that time might just be now.

It didn’t take long for him to start reciprocating. The friction of his hand, aided by precum, was driving me out of my mind. I knew how good he was with his hands. The first few feedings had only been hands. I didn’t just want that tonight. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to feel him wrapped around my dick, milking me as he came.

“More,” I ended up gasping as he ran his thumb over my head.

“Yeah,” he panted back, rolling us over so that I was on my back on the dorm issue mattress. I watched hungrily as he shed his shirt and tossed it onto the floor, presumably with mine. We both hurried to shed our jeans and underwear, leaving us completely bare on the small bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, drinking in the full picture in front of me.

I was in awe every time I saw him naked. It wasn’t just his cock, standing at attention and pointing directly at me. It was everything about him. It was the musculature of his chest and the small dark treasure trail on the otherwise hairless chest. It was his dark nipples, smaller than mine but perfect. It was the line of his neck, graceful and seductive. I was drawn in by his thighs. I couldn’t look away from the defined V of his pelvis.

There was nothing about the man in front of me that I wasn’t attracted to.

That included the way he looked at me like I was just as appealing as he was, just as magical as he was.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked after a moment. “I just realized—we never talked about that part.”

Oh. We hadn’t. I didn’t know if he topped or bottomed or both. It was one preference that had never come up between us, even the other night when we got close to crossing this line before he stopped us. In hindsight, we probably should have discussed that before now.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “I’m okay either way,” I told him honestly, “but if I had to choose how I want to do it tonight? I really want to fuck you.”

He smiled. “Good, because I have been dying to know how you feel.”

Well, that answered that. “Do you exclusively—”

“Usually. About 95% of the time. I have topped a few times, but that was more experimental.”

I nodded. I didn’t want to ask anymore questions about it, because I didn’t want to know every detail of his sex life with his former feeder. Especially not when we had just defined our relationship. It wasn’t that important, in the long run. What was important was us.

“Condoms? Lube?”

We were in his dorm. I didn’t know where anything was.

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth. “incubi can’t get STIs. We can’t transmit them either. I don’t know why, but…” Interesting. That was something that could be worked into a future article. “Are you okay with that? I probably have a few condoms from the student health center if you’re not.”

I’d never gone bare with anyone. I was torn. I trusted him and what he was telling me about his species. I also remembered many lectures from my parents when I came out to them, telling me how important condoms were even if you couldn’t get a guy pregnant. Actually, could incubi get pregnant? No. That was ridiculous. That would’ve made the news if that had happened any time since the Halloween Wave.

I looked up at him. I trusted him. That was the biggest deciding factor here. I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this.

“Okay,” I said after a few moments. “Lube? Pretty sure you aren’t self-lubricating.”

“No, I’m not self-lubricating,” he affirmed with a laugh. He reached across the bed to the small plywood table next to it. He pulled a bottle of lube out of the top drawer and handed it to me. “You can put that wherever you want.”

I grinned and put it back on top of the table. “Not ready for that yet,” I told him before I pulled him back down to me, crashing our lips together.

The feeling of his bare skin against mine intensified my want. Our cocks sliding together as we made out, hands exploring… It made me want him so badly, but I didn’t want to rush this. This felt like as big of a moment for our relationship as getting my questions answered and defining what we were to one another. His lips kissing down my neck almost struck down my resolve. When he began to tease my nipples with his mouth and fingers, the resolved weakened even further.

By the time he kissed down my body and swallowed down my cock, I was ready to flip him over and prep him, but his hot mouth felt so good. I moaned as he hollowed his cheeks and began to suck me hard. I leaned up on my elbows to watch him and he looked back up at me, blue eyes glowing with lust. I didn’t feel the exchange of energy I felt when he took parts of my energy inside of him, and that just made the whole thing hotter. Because he told me that he only started to change when he was losing control, and the glowing eyes was the first and most common part of his shifting.

I pumped my hips into his willing mouth and brought my hands down to his soft hair, running my fingers through it. He began to play with my balls, and my hands tightened in his hair. I felt the vibration of his moan on my shaft more than I heard it. “Fuck,” I groaned, hips buckling. He took me down deeper, gagging. His drool dripped onto the skin around my dick, and I almost lost it right then.

My breathing grew heavier as he worked me over with his skilled mouth. I was just at the precipice when he pulled away. I could see the smugness in those glowing blue eyes as he wiped his mouth. “Not yet,” he teased. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

I wanted that too. I nudged his shoulder, pushing him down to the bed. He went willingly, legs spreading slightly as he fell. It felt like an invitation, one that would be very rude to decline.

I positioned myself between his legs and looked down at him. He was spread out like an all you could eat buffet. My mind provided a thousand ideas of what it wanted to do with him right then, but my throbbing dick had the final say. I reached across him to grab the small bottle of lube.

I dragged my hand down his naked torso. I watched his face as he reacted to every touch. I wanted more of those reactions. I wanted to feel him, but I wanted to make him feel better than he ever had in his life. There were a few things we hadn’t done yet, and my mind screamed ideas at me. I needed to get him ready, right?

“What is that look?” he asked. “What is that whole energy you’ve got going on right now?”

“You’ll see,” I teased before lifting his legs onto my shoulder.

His hole tempted me, and the decision was made. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know every part of him, and while we had time to discover these parts about one another, I wanted to discover this part now. Right this very minute.

I repositioned myself, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, and lowered my mouth to his hole. “This okay?” I asked quietly.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Really okay.”

I licked a stripe over his hole and felt his body quiver. The bottle of lube fell from my hand, right next to his prone body, as I began to lick around his rim, softening it for my cock. Every move of my tongue drew more noises from Cam. The moment my tongue breached him, he let out the loudest moan I’d ever heard. My cock throbbed at the sounds he made as I fucked my tongue in and out of him, a teaser of what I planned on doing with him.

I grabbed the lube from beside him and poured some over my index finger. My finger joined my tongue in his hole. His channel tightened at the intrusion before releasing. I couldn’t wait to feel this heat wrapped around me. I continued licking around his hole as I pumped one, then two fingers inside of him. By the time I slipped in a third finger, he was begging. “Please Penn, please. I’m ready. I need—” His words were practically incoherent with desperation.

I felt his hands tighten around my arm, felt the bite of his nails—no claws— in my flesh. “Damn, baby,” I muttered. “You really want it, huh?”

“So bad. Please, Penn.”

I withdrew my fingers from him and savored the whine that escaped him as I left him empty. I straightened and slicked my dick, pouring a lube over his spit slick hole. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I requested as I lined my dick up with his hole.

I pushed in slowly, past the ring of muscle, all the way until I was fully inside. There was something powerful about that moment, the joining of our bodies with nothing between us. I looked down at him. The moment our eyes met, his expression softened. His eyes stopped glowing, and when our hands joined together, his claws were back to regular, human nails. I had never felt more connected to anyone in that moment.

It lasted only a second before he moved his hips, a silent signal that he had adjusted to the feeling of me inside him. I moved slowly at first, sliding in and out him and drinking in each sound he made.

“More,” he requested, voice breathy.

I picked up speed, lowering my body over his and kissing him hungrily. I lost myself in the feeling of his body, the way his dick slid between our bodies as I pounded into him, our moans mingling and bouncing off the walls of the dorm room.

When I needed more, I broke the kiss and pulled out of him long enough to reposition. I placed his legs over my shoulders as I knelt between his legs and drove myself back home. The change in angles made me see stars. The sounds of skin colliding with skin with every thrust drove me insane.

“Need… Please Penn…” he began to beg, unable to complete a full sentence.

I didn’t need a whole sentence to know why he was. I wrapped my hand around his weeping cock and began to stroke him in time with my thrusts. I felt his channel tighten around me as he climaxed, cum spilling out over my hands and onto his chest. The tightness pushed me over the edge. My thrusts grew clumsy as I spilled inside of him. “Fuck, Cam. Shit,” I groaned, obscenities spilling from my lips as I painted his insides white.

When I was done, I kissed him again, not caring that his chest was sticky with sweat and his release. Not caring that my dick was still inside of him. I only wanted more of him. I didn’t think it had anything to do with what he was. It had everything to do with who he was, someone I wanted to be mine for as long as he allowed me to keep him.

Eventually, my soft dick slipped free of his hole and I collapsed against his chest. His legs fell down beside me, and the entire time, we didn’t stop kissing. I could kiss him forever, I decided in that moment. I kind of wanted to kiss him forever.

Unfortunately, we had to clean up, but that didn’t mean I had to go home.

For the second time, I fell asleep with Cam in my arms.