As soon as it was over and I’d come down from my high, I pulled Dima against my side, his head on my chest. My vision still flickered with tiny little spots, making me blink to try and clear them. I stared at the ceiling again. It was dark, the light bulb catching the light from the moon.
“Dima,” I breathed after a while, making him shift and nuzzle his face into the crook of my shoulder. He’d been so quiet that I thought he might have been asleep if not for the occasional shuffling. I’d pulled the blanket across his shivering body while I stayed uncovered. I still buzzed with heat, burning any excess calories.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, my voice croaking softly. I angled my head to look at him, brushing a few strands of hair off his forehead. His skin felt warm to my touch, the cat ears tilted to the side. A jolt of arousal pierced through me at the sight of them. My little kitten.
“No,” Dima replied and lifted his head, his lips brushing across my beard. I hoped he wasn’t lying. He adjusted himself against my side, dropping his head back down. Tentatively, I trailed my hand along his spine, over his tailbone, petting him.
He nodded with a sigh, pressing back into my touch as my fingers stroked along his ass cheeks. I smiled. I hadn’t really meant to lose control like that, but I couldn’t help it. He was just...fucking gorgeous. “I’ll get you some Oreos,” I said against his hair, inhaling his scent. He smelled faintly of cinnamon, as usual, but also a bit like me and sex.
Dima clung to me as I tried to scoot out of bed, exhaling a whined “Nooo.”
Our sweat-slick bodies were entangled, his dried come on the sheets grazing against my legs. “Oreos...nightstand,” he mumbled into my neck but didn’t make the slightest effort to release me. I reached over to the little nightstand next to the bed and opened the drawer, not prepared for the interesting array of things that Dima kept there.
An opened pack of Oreos that looked half-empty.
A box with a dildo-shaped picture on it.
A couple of boxes that seemed to store condoms.
A bottle of lube.
And...a butt plug.
“There.” I pulled out a cookie and brushed the side across his lips. He opened up instantly, devouring the cookie in one go. “You’re one kinky guy.” I grinned, fingering the box with the dildo or vibrator...whatever it was.
“Man, you’re slow...I thought you already picked up on that.”
I laughed, then grabbed the box and placed it on my stomach to examine what was inside. I tried to do everything one-handed so I could keep holding him, but it was hard to manage. “Oh, look at that,” I whispered, taking out the phallus-shaped object. It was soft to the touch, bending back and forth when I pressed my thumb against it.
“Did you find it?” Dima yawned before his lips began to take little bites on my neck. “Mmm...Oreo.”
“Is that my new nickname?” I teased, leaving the toy on my stomach before reaching back into the open drawer to feed him another cookie. Once more, the crunchy sound of Dima practically inhaling the cookie filled the room. “And yeah, found it.”
“It’s not as big as you,” Dima cooed once he finished chewing, one of his hands roaming across my stomach and bumping against the box I’d placed there. I was still examining the thing. I’d never used something like it before. I went rigid under his touch, fingers circling around the base, brushing across my dark blond pubes. I shivered.
“Stop that,” I warned him.
“Or…?” Dima snickered, grinning against my ear. His tongue flicked out, licking my earlobe.
“Or I might have to abuse your tiny little ass again,” I explained, lust welling up once more. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was terrifying.
“Oh,” Dima whimpered, stroking my thickening dick. I put the toy back into its box and placed it on the nightstand next to the lamp. Biting back a groan, I rolled my hips into his touch. His teeth relentlessly teased me, nibbling along my earlobe before his tongue swirled across it.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” I gritted out, loving the fact that he was still horny for me. Dima’s breath seared hot against my ear, and I had to turn my head to the side, away from him, to avoid bursting into flames. Blood shot to my center, making my cock grow with his touch. His warm fingers pulled and pumped languidly.
“God...I should have bought the bigger pack of condoms.” I pressed my eyes shut, breath turning ragged when Dima’s thumb rubbed across the slit of my cock, playing with the leftover come there. “But you still got some condoms. I think we’re good.” At that, I grabbed his shoulders and pinned him to the bed.
Dima grinned, his hand still around my hardening shaft. “Nah, you gotta buy more. Not your size.”
There it was.
The sound that made my knees buckle.
He purred, neck stretched, eyes half-lidded.
With those cat ears, in his hair.
And the tail, that he flicked.
A ray of sun in the drizzling rain. I’d been a traveler, floating adrift, while he’d stayed in one place. How was I supposed to know he’d become my anchor? My light. My everything. But would I ever become his?
***As a standalone romance, “Black” features detailed adult m/m content, a hurt/comfort relationship as well as "kitty play."