With a delighted sigh, Ryka let his head fall back on the pillow. Pupils blown out, he stared up at Kyle, unable and unwilling to stop the blissed-out smile turning up the corners of his lips. “Thank you, Master,” he rasped. His voice was rougher than usual. No surprise given how long he’d spent enthusiastically sucking Kyle’s dick that night.

“Thank you, dear,” Kyle returned.

“So a good wedding night, then?” After another serious discussion held in an alleyway, Ryka had suggested they consummate their marriage. Kyle had of course agreed, although he argued they had done that many years earlier. Ryka had shrugged, then decided that eating Kyle out was a better use of his time and energy. Kyle had agreed, happy to give himself over until he was nothing more than a trembling mess.

But this was the last round for the night, no question. Not only was Ryka already losing his erection, Kyle was as well. When Ryka got tired of keeping up the dream, this was his not-so-subtle cue that it was time to wind things down. Kyle certainly couldn’t be upset - they’d been going nonstop for most of the night.

Still, he placed a few more kisses on Ryka’s calves. The demon’s feet were still up on his shoulders, and it was with no small amount of reluctance that Kyle finally pulled out. This time, they both sighed. Kyle gently lowered Ryka to the mattress. Not that Ryka ever asked for such treatment, but Kyle still bunched up a handful of bedsheet and wiped them both down.

That done, he allowed himself a moment to admire the demon, still panting beneath him. The sex was, as always, amazing. But just as satisfying was knowing he was the one responsible for leaving Ryka in this breathless, near-delirious state. It was beyond flattering.

Unaware his host was busy at the moment, Ryka opened his arms and implored, “Come here.”

An invitation Kyle would never ignore. Wearing his own grin, he let himself fall into that embrace, snuggling chest to chest. He rested his head under Ryka’s chin, turning to the side so he could listen to Ryka’s heart. Like his, it was still racing, but starting to slow to its usual tempo. Already, Ryka had one hand on the small of his back, the other gently combing fingers through his hair.

There wasn’t much to say, but it was a comfortable silence. Though it wasn’t exactly quiet. Ryka was still purring, rumbling away under Kyle, who thoroughly enjoyed the sensation. Like stretching out on one of those massaging chairs, he thought. He was nice and warm, too, and Kyle’s tired muscles appreciated the heat.

Normally, by this point, Ryka would have cocooned them both in his wings, but at the moment, they were hanging limp off the sides of the bed. Ryka yawned, and Kyle could see the membranes quiver. He didn’t seem to be able to move them otherwise.

“Tired?” Kyle inquired, although the answer was quite obvious.

Still, Ryka replied, a drowsy “Mm” following Kyle’s question. Kyle felt the same way. Sleep wouldn’t be far off. But he was determined to enjoy as much of this cuddling as possible before Ryka finally passed out, ending their night together.

The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

So, he tried to snuggle himself closer, and Ryka obligingly tightened his embrace, moving both arms around Kyle’s back. Kyle let one of his own escape, hand coming to rest on the deerskin-soft membrane. His first instinct was to glide his hand over it, but he knew how ticklish the demon was. Better to let a nearly-sleeping monster lie, right?

Though how often had Ryka teased or taunted him? Surely Kyle owed him a little. And this was harmless.

Ryka’s purr had quieted to almost nothing, his heart rate had slowed, and Kyle could tell by the rise and fall of his chest he was mere moments from drifting off. It felt a little cruel, especially knowing how much these dreams cost his other half, but Kyle couldn’t resist.

Lips turning up in a smirk, he lifted his palm, leaving just his fingertips on the membrane. A heavy touch didn’t typically earn him much of a reaction, unless he accidentally put weight on his hand. Which, given the size of Ryka’s wings and how clumsy Kyle could be, happened with some regularity when they were fooling around. Even then, Ryka would typically just ignore it, only grimacing or hissing if Kyle pushed too hard.

It was a light touch that irked Ryka the most. So this was, of course, what Kyle did, letting the pads of his fingers trail out along the membrane, tracing the veins. Ryka groaned and his wing spasmed, but he still didn’t attempt to fold it up. Or to otherwise move.

Now smothering laughter, Kyle kept going, drawing small circles that spiraled out into larger ones. When that failed to get a reaction, he started spelling out words. First, their names. Then Ryka’s favorite curse words. With each touch, the membrane shuddered, and Kyle could feel muscle twitching under him. Which meant Ryka was probably trying to fight the reflex to fold his wings up tight. Or throw Kyle off of him.

That was no fun. Just to see how much attention Ryka was paying, Kyle next wrote out “Kiss me.”

Even nearly asleep, Ryka was fast. Kyle hardly had time to gasp as wings curled up around him then somehow opened up behind Ryka. It took a moment for Kyle to realize he was now pinned under Ryka, and the dizziness from being spun around so quickly was slow to catch up. But it did. His head was still spinning when he felt lips against his, and hot tongue deftly working its way past them.

All smiles, Kyle opened his mouth and reached up his hands, clasping them behind Ryka’s neck. Which pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Moaning, he arched into Ryka, pressing their hips together. He could feel his body wanting to respond, but it failed to do so.

“Sorry,” Ryka murmured, pulling away just a bit.

“Don’t be. I’m tired, too.”

“Master ….”

“Really. I was just having fun. We should actually sleep.” Stretching up, he planted a kiss on Ryka’s forehead. This time, he was the one opening his arms in invitation as he leaned back. Ryka quickly made himself comfortable, rolling onto his side and pulling Kyle against him. His tail wrapped around one of Kyle’s legs, loosely coiling the length of his thigh.

“Afraid I’m going to sneak off somewhere?” Kyle teased. With his face snug against Ryka’s chest, he could only imagine the eye roll that elicited.

As expected, Ryka scoffed. “You wouldn’t.” Implied was “dare,” at least judging by the nearly-playful rumble behind his words.

“I wouldn’t,” Kyle agreed. He’d already torn Ryka from the brink of slumber, best not to rile him up further. In that spirit, he nuzzled closer and let himself melt into that comforting heat.

He’d told Ryka he had faith things would work out, and he did. But real or not, he wanted to savor every moment while he could. Just in case.