They lay on the futon, tangled up, making small talk, casually exploring each other, and Yuko could not remember ever feeling quite so cozy in her life. There was some Scandinavian word for it that she couldn’t remember… She did feel a little fretful that Raph had given more than they’d gotten tonight. By the numbers, that was certainly true. She just had to decide what to do about it. She would, too. Just as soon as she finished kissing them. Kissing them seemed to be the antidote to overthinking just how many momentous things had happened in the past twenty-four hours and to whom. She broke away from her personal Nepenthe for a moment to ask, “What time on the eighth?”
“We should figure that out. We can go over to the lodge and book my flight later and then we’ll both know, barring flight delays. I’m gonna need your number, too, if you’re willing.”
Yuko rested her chin on the back of her hand which was, in turn, resting on Raph’s bare chest. “Obviously I’m willing, Raph. I’m buck naked and draped over you like an afghan. Do you know that I don’t think I’ve ever given anyone my number only after we’ve had sex? I think you bring out the bad behavior in me,” Yuko said.
“Yeah, I don’t think I have either. I’d say we should get out more, but I don’t think I want you getting out more. Until the eighth.”
“Covetousness? You?”
“No matter how much I meditate on the idea of releasing my attachments to the material world, I’m not going to be able to release my attachment to wanting to have you all to myself.” Raph ruffled her hair and she kissed them again.
“I feel that. I’ve always been lousy at sharing. I’d say it’s an only child thing, but you’re not an only child, right?”
“No, I had to share all the time growing up. That’s how I know how much I hate it.”
Yuko laughed. “Not very zen of you, cupcake.”
Raph sighed. “I know. Sorry and also not at all sorry.”
“It’s ok. I think I can hold myself back until the eighth, although, of course, it will mean breaking the hearts of the dozens of gentlemen callers who leave their cards on a silver salver in my foyer every day.”
“I don’t doubt it. I’ll keep them in my thoughts,” Raph assured her benevolently.
Yuko snorted. “You know what? I don’t think you’re all that well-behaved, either, Cooper.”
Raph blinked at her, all innocence. “You must be mistaken. I am the good child. It is my brother Gabriel who inherited all the sass and depravity. He became a lawyer. My parents are still trying to cope with that.”
Yuko stared in mock horror. “No!”
Raph nodded sadly. “It’s true. He’s finishing a clerkship with a California Supreme Court judge and applying for jobs right now. He’s got a lead on a job in Baltimore that he really wants, which would be great, because we’d all get to see him a bit more. California’s pretty far away.”
“Is he going to be a corporate attorney or something?” Yuko asked, enjoying imagining a super crunchy crystal-loving family reacting to having a soulless corporate son. She’d seen a couple of sitcoms with that plot.
“No. Human rights attorney, basically. Specifically Omegan rights—He and my mom are both Omegas. Dad’s a Beta, like me. Gabriel graduated from Berkeley Law a little over a year ago. He is going to kick a whole lot of ass and probably make the world a better place.”
“The horror!” Yuko declared, laughing. “Is there anything I can do to support you in this difficult time?”
“Just hold me,” said Raph in tragic accents.
“Okay, seriously. Where did I get the idea that you are a spiritually-enlightened saint? I mean, I’m definitely going to hold you, but I just want to register my doubts about the overall innocence of your request. You’re lucky you’ve got all this pretty red hair. It covers a multitude of sins.”
“It’s unusual to interpret red hair as something that mitigates sin. Usually people interpret it as the root of sin.”
“People are dumb,” responded Yuko, categorically. “Take it from an established, unenlightened cynic with blocked Qi and floodwater for an aura. In other words, from someone who knows. Of course, I think your red hair might be about to inspire some sin on my part, depending on how you define sin.” She levered herself up and straddled them.
Raph’s eyes lit up as they studied her. “Fuck, Yuko. This body of yours. What am I supposed to do between Monday and the eighth, huh?”
“I dunno. Put a crystal or two on the problem?” She braced her hands on either side of Raph’s head and leaned down to nudge them with her nose and then kiss them again. And then again. And a third time. Then she slipped her tongue into their warm mouth and lost count completely as she savored their general yumminess and the velveteen sensuality of their tongue caressing hers. She kissed them until they were both breathless and Raph was rock hard beneath her. “More?” she asked breathlessly.
“Please.”
She kissed their chin, the underside of their jaw, nibbling at their skin and sucking on it, barely resisting the urge to leave a mark or two behind as a warning to MILFs. She gently scraped their Adam’s apple with her teeth and Raph shivered beneath her, moaning slightly. Fuck, yes. She’d gotten deprived of her chance to drive them crazy earlier, but now she was determined to have her way with them and their gorgeous, bedazzled cock. Maybe she was no acupressure genius, and the only meridian she’d ever had any dealings with was the Prime Meridian, but she knew, from two levels of experience, a couple of places on a factory-equipped XY body that were more or less guaranteed to produce results.
She adhered to Raph’s Prime Meridian now, kissing straight down their center line and dragging her nails gently, but not too gently, over the longitudes on either side of it. When she got down to their belly and tongued their demi-innie a few times until their noises and brief, tight movements were growing increasingly urgent, she asked, “I can still touch you anywhere, right?”
“Yes,” they grated.
She decided to be thorough about obtaining permission. She gently dragged a thumbnail up and over the soft pucker of their hole. “That includes here?” she purred.
“Yes!” Raph confirmed, sounding very sure indeed.
You really couldn’t be too careful about consent, thought Yuko with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I can put my fingers inside you and pet you there?”
“Nngh! Yes! Yuko, please, you’re killing me.”
Someone was susceptible to dirty talk! “Jinkies! That must be terrible,” she said sympathetically. “And I can lick you here, too? Maybe even put my tongue inside and stroke you a little?”
“FUCK! YUKO, YES. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME. PLEASE DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME,” they roared, their cock lifting hopefully and falling back onto their belly as a shiny bridge of precome stretched between the tip and the skin below their navel.
Those words should have made their way through the yurt walls, too. Hear that MILFs? Back off. They’re mine.
“For clarity’s sake, you’re saying that even if I want to lick and bite and suck on your gorgeous cock… or I want to pull your balls into my warm, wet mouth and suck on those nice and hard, too, maybe get ‘em just a little with my teeth… or if I want to taste your come spilling down the back of my throat…those things would be ok?” She walked two fingertips up the length of said resplendent cock, returning once more to play with the golden barbells, which, if memory served, was where she’d left off earlier. Still more precome gathered in a small pool beneath the spot where the crown of their shaft rested on their abdomen. She leaned forward and lapped some of it up, tidying. Her eyes rolled back at their taste. She’d always heard that clean living produced exceptionally pleasant-tasting semen. Raph must be living immaculately. She gathered the rest of it on her tongue.
Raph was panting and sweating now. Their cheeks were bright red and their neck and chest were equally splashed with hectic color. Their nipples were contracted, their cock and balls were twitching…there was nothing, not a single thing, about them that was calm or peaceful. They lifted their head and managed a glare that was both threatening and pleading. “You’re-- Stop… playing… with me!” they gasped as she ran her tongue over the tip of their cock to get the last of her treat.
She pressed her lips together and tried to look at least a little concerned for their tiny baby feelings. She shook her head mournfully. “No. No, I don’t think I will. I’m having fun. And looking at all this slippery precome, I think you are, too. Unless you’re serious. Say ‘Yuko, I’m serious,’ and I’ll stop immediately.”
A protracted groan was Raph’s only response.
“Alright then. Just one more question, Raph, I promise, and then I’ll really get started. Do you like it gentle? Or do you like it rough?”
“Both! Either! Just touch me!”
“Gentle or rough? Remember to use ‘I’ statements,” she repeated patiently, even though she was pretty sure that those piercings suggested that Raph was in no way averse to a little suffering. She just wanted to make them say it, because she knew it would melt them down even more to have to admit that under their placid surface, they had some strong currents of their own. You can do it, Raph. She took her hands and mouth off of them completely to force the moment to its crisis.
They reached for her with both hands, ready to drag her up to their mouth, but she hadn’t been lying about having developed both her speed and her reflexes back when avoiding being grabbed hadn’t been such a pleasurable game. She leaned back, easily staying out of reach.
“Uh uh uh,” she corrected, smiling sweetly. “Is it a hard question, Raph? I think you know the answer. I think we both do.”
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