Page 36 of Double Shot

Tongue-Tied

Brian

He went still as my cock slipped from his hole, followed by a trickle of cum before it instinctively tightened up to keep everything inside. Still breathing hard, body trembling lightly, he peered back at me over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“Oh,” he breathed, cheeks flushed with satiation. “You, um… you didn’t…”

“Knot you?” My voice was hoarse and gravelly, and I was so glad fur covered my blush. “No. You didn’t say you wanted that before we… began.”

I almost sagged in relief from successfully putting together a coherent sentence in front of him, but I was pretty sure it was because my brain hadn’t rebooted after that unbelievable orgasm. I literally didn’t have enough brain power to start overthinking yet.

Soon, though. I knew it wouldn’t take long.

The incubus’s mouth twisted into a tiny pout, and I almost smiled.

“Okay.” He hesitantly straightened from the bench, so I stepped back to give him some room. He turned, shoving back his messy curls, and his smile was both shy and full of satisfaction. “That was… Wow.”

I cleared my throat, resisting the urge to fiddle anxiously with my claws, instead forcing myself to keep my arms by my sides. Welp, here they came. The nerves. Hadn’t taken long.

They made me clam up, my jaw literally snapping shut and clicking my teeth together. I wanted to hunch over and hide my dripping cock as it softened, as if it was suddenly too obscene for him to see.

I blinked a couple of times, and it was like reality rushed back to me in full force. I was in the locker room at Cratos. I’d just fucked a beautiful incubus I didn’t actually know, simply because he’d suddenly walked into the room while I was getting ready to shower.

I didn’t even know why he’d come back here. If he’d actually been looking for me or someone else.

I’d bent him over the bench and rutted into him like a slavering beast. And… Fuck. In a jarring rush, I realised I’d torn his underwear. And his shirt. I tried to loosen my jaw so I could apologise, but nerves had made it clench shut, my teeth grinding together. I was just standing there in silence like a big fucking idiot, and he didn’t seem to know what to do.

After a few awkward seconds, he reached for his briefs, then seemed to remember they were ruined and picked up his jeans instead.

“Um…” His voice shook a little as he tugged them up his legs, which were still unsteady. “So… are you… Do you…”

I held my breath, waiting for him to continue, desperate to know what he wanted to ask me. I had questions for him too, they were teeming in my throat but I just couldn’t find the courage to let them escape my mouth. Questions like ‘what’s your name?’ and ‘can I see you again?’ and ‘please can I rub myself all over you so I’m drenched in your scent?’

I wanted to ask him how his date had ended with that faun last week. If he was going to see him again. If he maybe wanted to go on a date with me instead, so I could actually treat him the way he deserved. God, I’d give anything for a shot at treating him right. Spoiling him. I could feel myself glomming onto him already, thinking of all the ways I could look after him and spoil him and make him feel special.

It sounded like not many people had made him feel special.

Which meant they were all fucking idiots. How could anyone see him and not want to make him feel like the most important, desirable creature in the world? He looked like a goddamn Renaissance sculpture with that perfect, delicately masculine face and those soft curls and his beautiful body.

Just open your fucking mouth and ask to see him again.

I tried. I really tried. But my jaw had clamped shut, and I couldn’t move even though my body was now throbbing with embarrassment at being naked in front of him while he got dressed.

He picked up his shirt, stared at it in silence, then went to put it back on with a tiny sigh. That launched me into action. I reached for my duffel bag at the other end of the bench and pulled out my own T-shirt, the clean one I’d been planning on putting on after my fight.

Shocked that my hand was relatively steady, I held it out for him in silence. His breath hitched as he stared at it, before he slowly took it from me.

“Um, thank you.” Little fangs sank into his lower lip as he gazed up at me, something sweet softening his features. He pulled the shirt on, and I wanted to bury my snout in his curls and breathe in his scent when his head popped out of the neck hole.

The shirt swamped him, and something dark and possessive rose up in me again at the sight of him in my clothes. My chest rumbled with a growl I just about managed to bite back.

He perched on the bench to tug his boots on, and his gaze flittered to my relaxed cock hanging between my thighs as I stood there, unmoving. A flush crawled up his neck as his tongue darted out to swipe his lips, and another wave of those pheromones had me inhaling sharply.

Fucking do something, you idiot. Don’t just stand there.

I somehow managed to hide the unsteadiness in my legs as I walked as casually as possible back over to the lockers and picked up my discarded towel, discreetly wiping my cum-covered hand on it. Jesus, I really needed a shower now. Dried blood flaked off my fur as I wrapped the towel back around my hips and tried not to think about how filthy the floor was in here.

When I turned back around, the incubus was fully dressed and standing from the bench. He hesitated, hovering awkwardly as we stared at each other in silence.