Fielding personal questions was always difficult, never mind when they were posed first thing in the morning, before his coffee had kicked in. Really, Kyle knew he didn’t have to answer anything. He was the teacher, after all. But he felt that if he was up front with his students, they’d be more comfortable talking to him. And even if it was conversation with teenagers, human interaction was human interaction. Something his life was frequently lacking.

He was going over the lesson plan for the remainder of the week with his second period American History class. They were all good kids, and knew they wouldn’t give the substitute any trouble, but he still wanted them to know what was expected in his absence. “Okay, so at the end of the class, each group should be handing in about a page worth of information. I’ll hand out the list of topics, you’ll just need to break into groups of three or four and decide which you want. And each group should pick a different one – no repeats, okay?”

As Kyle turned to grab the stack of papers off his desk, he noticed a hand was already raised in the front row. “Yes, Emily?

“Why won’t you be in on Friday?” she fearlessly inquired.

“I’m taking a personal day.” Kyle started passing out the topic sheets, and without breaking her gaze, Emily grabbed a paper off the top of the pile for herself then handed the rest back over her shoulder. Quite a pressing stare for a fifteen-year-old, he thought. And so early in the morning. “Is there something else you want to ask?”

“Why are you taking a personal day?”

“It’s personal.” Since he was immune to everything, his meager few days of sick time usually went unused. It felt like such a waste. As Ryka frequently reminded him, there would be no time off in Hell. Especially not for him. Best to enjoy what downtime he could. And no one argued when he pre-planned these days off. They wouldn’t dare.

“Okay,” Emily replied, glancing down at her sheet. He thought he was in the clear when she continued, “Oh, is it your birthday?”

Stunned, Kyle couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “How’d you know?” He very quickly realized he’d been duped.

“Just a guess,” Emily told him, wearing a proud smile.

Outsmarted by a kid. Good job.

Kyle suppressed a sigh. He had hoped to make it through at least one more period before his other half chimed in. No such luck, it would seem. But neither Ryka nor Emily offered further comment, and Kyle was preparing to move on.

This time, a hand shot up in the back row. Another of the girls. Some of the boys in his class had, with obvious frustration, informed him that he and Mr. Brisette had quite the following.

“Yes, Adrienne?”

“Um, how old are you? Really?”

So nosy. You think they’d know better. Kyle had hoped the same thing.

But Ryka seemed only amused, chuckling quietly at his host’s discomfort. Sure the only way to end this conversation was to answer, Kyle told the class – because now all of them were listening attentively – the truth. “My body is stuck at twenty-four, but I’m actually almost thirty-eight.”

Amazingly, that really did end the conversation, and he was finally able to move on. For a little while, anyhow.

***

Somehow, Kyle had forgotten how quickly information spread around a high school. And it wasn’t just students who were involved in gossip-mongering. Not having cafeteria duty, and tired of sitting at his desk, Kyle decided to take his lunch in the staff room. Adam was already there, and since the rest of the faculty found convenient excuses to leave as soon as he arrived, Kyle sat down next to him.

“So, any big plans for your birthday?”

“Who told you?”

“I think Emily got it out first, though it was hard to tell with Adrienne right next to her practically shouting the same thing. You make me feel old.”

Tell him I’d still fuck him.

“No, Ryka. And we’re the same age.”

“Sort of. Anyhow, do you have plans? If not, wanna grab a beer or two? My treat ….”

Throw in a couple shots and he can fuck me if he wants.

Expertly ignoring Ryka’s commentary, Kyle asked, “Could I let you know later?”

“I’ll check in when I get outta here on Friday.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

***

And that was the only plan, tenuous as it was, that Kyle made for his birthday. He turned off his alarm the night before and slept in, finally rolling out of bed around nine to make himself some coffee. A mug of which he took to his favorite chair, where he could sip it between pages of a book he had been meaning to finish for months.

It wasn’t until the last page that Ryka finally woke up. “Morning, dear.”

Happy birthday, stud.

“Thank you.”

Anything I can do for you? Ryka asked, sending along a few very graphic mental images suggesting things Kyle might want Ryka’s help with.

Interest piqued, Kyle skimmed through the remaining two paragraphs of the book. “Well, I was planning to shower after this ….”

***

Although clean-up was much easier, Kyle did worry a bit about the water bill. He obviously hadn’t considered all the uses for a removable, massaging shower head. Or how long one could spend enjoying them. But indulging in fun in the shower was a rare occurrence, and besides, it was his day to relax and enjoy himself.

So he was surprised to find that it was somehow only noon. And for once, he was the one eager to get out of the house “How about a movie?” he suggested.

Sure.

The theater was pleasantly empty; there were only a few other people, also seemingly alone, who had bought tickets for the same generic action film. Something they both could enjoy. Tension and suspense weren’t as good as fear, but from the way his own glance kept darting from person to person, Kyle knew Ryka was carefully registering the other moviegoers’ racing pulses and gasps, and gleaning what he could off of their slightest discomforts. Kyle had his popcorn, and Ryka had his own snack.

It was already past dismissal time at the high school when Kyle stepped out of the theater to find a voicemail from Adam waiting for him. “Well, what do you think, Ry? Drinks with Adam?”

Sure. It’s your day, right? Whatever you want.

There was an unmistakable invitation in those last few words, and Kyle vowed not to stay out too late. Nearly fumbling his phone, he called Adam back and suggested they meet up right away at the bar. There was no time to waste.

***

Although Adam had offered to buy him a few more rounds - in addition to the three he’d already paid for - Kyle had declined. He had a good buzz going and that was enough. Besides, it was hard to pay proper attention to his friend when Ryka was flooding his mind with visualizations of what they could be doing instead. And focusing on anything else became impossible when Ryka suggested another dream might be involved.

Anything you want tonight, stud. Just hurry and get to bed.

Kyle had chugged the rest of his beer, thanked Adam profusely, and sped home. The house was dark, and he left it that way. It seemed far more important to do as Ryka implored and get into bed. Kyle hastily kicked off his shoes and stripped down before climbing under the covers.

“You don’t have to do this if it’s going to make you tired,” Kyle offered, more because he felt he had to than because he really meant it.

I want to do it. But any requests? Any place special you want to go?

“The house is fine. But I do have one request, if you can manage it.”

Of course.

“I know that a shirt isn’t really possible, but if you could be wearing something, I’d like that.”

Want something to unwrap? You got it.

“Ry ….” He didn’t need to be called out for it. But Ryka didn’t care.

Well, then, nighty night, stud.

***

Ryka had applied Kyle’s request to them both, because when he woke, he was lying in bed almost fully-clothed. He was barefoot, but otherwise dressed enough to have gone out in public, in jeans and a t-shirt, the same ones he had just tossed onto the floor. But Ryka wasn’t next to him, as he often was.

“Dear?” Kyle called, swinging his legs off the bed and starting for the living room. Ryka was waiting for him there, relaxing on the couch – arms across the back, wings open against the wall behind him, and feet up on the coffee table. As Kyle had asked, he was dressed, at least much as he could manage, in a pair of well-fitted faded jeans. Which already looked uncomfortable, with his erection straining against the front.

“How’d I do?” Ryka asked, patting the cushion next to him.

“Very good, thank you,” Kyle replied, continuing to stare. In order not to crush his tail, Ryka had also made them extremely low-rise jeans. The fabric only half-contained his thick length, the rest peeking out over the waistband. Not an unpleasant sight, but …. “Doesn’t leave much for me to unwrap, dear.” Ryka just shrugged.

Regardless, Kyle dropped into the empty spot on Ryka’s right and rested his hand - barely - on the demon’s thigh.

“You’re going to be a tease, aren’t you?”

“It’s my birthday, right? I can be a tease if I want.”

“You can do whatever you want to me any old day.”

“Good to know.” Kyle leaned in for a kiss - which Ryka hungrily returned - before running his hand up to his partially unwrapped gift. A few caresses, and the first bead of pre-cum appeared. Kyle collected it on his finger, then licked it off. It was nearly sweet, but not as sweet as Ryka’s reaction, breath hitching and muscles tensing.

“Please,” was all Ryka said. He already had his nails buried deep in the couch cushions.

“Just do me one favor.” This as Kyle pushed the coffee table away and moved to kneel in front of the couch.

“Warn you if I’m about to shoot. You got it.” Very carefully, Kyle unzipped Ryka’s jeans. With a relieved sigh, Ryka asked, “How do you like your present?”

“It’s just what I wanted.” He helped Ryka work his pants down just enough that he could get hands in them. With one squeezing the base of Ryka’s shaft and the other massaging his balls, Kyle got to work.

The first time he’d done this for Ryka, he had assumed his gag reflex here worked the same as in the real world. He’d quickly learned otherwise. Now, Ryka sighed again as Kyle swallowed him. Not that he’d had lots of opportunities to try, but he’d never been able to deep throat anyone before, and was embarrassingly proud that he could at least do it here. Ryka’s moans were quite encouraging. The sound of splintering wood was less so, and he flinched, shoulders jumping up to his ears.

“Sorry. Please don’t stop.” Kyle didn’t bother to answer, but glanced up quickly to see Ryka with his head tilted back and eyes closed, and fistfuls of wood, fabric and couch stuffing in his fists. He purred something else, but not in any mortal language.

Allowing himself a smile, Kyle pulled off. “Did you just forget English?” Ryka nodded, and Kyle laughed. “What’d you say?” Kyle didn’t think he was going to get an answer; Ryka just tried to push his head back down. “No. Tell me first.”

“That you have a very fuckable mouth. So don’t stop.” Pleased, Kyle leaned down, flicking the tip of his tongue on Ryka’s slit before swallowing him again.

It was reassuring that Ryka knew exactly how much Kyle could handle. And right now, that was a hand lightly on the back of his head while Ryka pushed himself a little deeper. “Don’t worry, not there yet. Just a little-” His words cut off in a groan, and that familiar sweet taste filled Kyle’s mouth. That was fine.

What startled him was Ryka’s foot pressing against the front of his own now-quite-tight jeans. But the pressure felt good, and he found himself grinding against it. “Stud, I could spend eternity like this. But you’ve got quite the enticing boner, and I’d like to return the favor.”

Apparently, Kyle hesitated for a moment too long, because suddenly he was back on the couch, with his t-shirt tight in Ryka’s fist. Then it was being pulled off over his head, and he shivered feeling nails across his back. He helped Ryka strip him of his jeans and underwear before ridding Ryka of his, straddling him after. Then hot hands were on his sides, lifting him so they could swap positions. Kyle stopped him. “Wait.”

“No?” Ryka whimpered.

“Later. But for now … let me ride.”

“Absolutely. Now suck on these.” Not that Kyle was going to protest, but doing so would have been impossible with Ryka’s fingers now in his mouth. He gave them the same attention he’d given Ryka’s cock. He felt empty when Ryka pulled them out, at least until the first one teased him open and slipped inside. A second followed shortly after, along with a quick nip just above his collarbones.

Now whimpering a little himself, Kyle threw his arms around Ryka’s neck, and offered himself fully, head tipped back to expose his throat. Along with the third finger came a bite hard enough to send blood trickling down his chest.

Kyle was trying to sink back on Ryka’s fingers, work them deeper. But it wasn’t enough. “I’m ready.”

“Go, then,” Ryka urged, helping Kyle to his knees so he could line himself up. With one hand on Ryka’s shoulder to steady himself, he used the other to work the tip of Ryka’s cock into his hole. They sighed in unison as Kyle slid down, stretching around him.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

There wasn’t a position they had yet tried that Kyle hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed, but there was something to be said for being able to find his own rhythm, choose his own depth. Both things he did quickly, his other palm now flat against Ryka’s chest, right over his racing heart.

“Touch me.” His request was hardly made before a fist closed around him, pumping in time with his own movements.

Lost in pleasure, Kyle hardly noticed the increasing intensity of Ryka’s growling. Which meant he was close, too. To help Kyle on his way, Ryka grabbed a handful of his hair, yanked his head back, and sank teeth into his neck once more. And that was all Kyle needed – he came with a loud gasp.

Panting, he lifted himself up, then sat back on Ryka’s thighs, reaching down to help get Ryka off. Which only took a moment. Hands now covered in sticky heat, Kyle started to lean back, intending to grab his shirt off the floor to use as a rag.

“Don’t bother; I’ve got a better idea. Hang on.”

There was no use asking what Ryka had in mind, because suddenly he was using one hand and his wings to push himself off the couch. Kyle held on as suggested, wrapping his legs around Ryka’s waist as he stood. In dreams, Ryka could move easily through the house, no need to fold his wings up tightly every time they passed through a doorway. Not that they had far to go.

“You and your baths,” Kyle remarked as they entered the bathroom. Warm mist hung in the air, and the tub was full to the brim, bubbles spilling down the side.

“Mm hmm. I don’t think the water’s going to stay very clean, but I thought we could have some fun.”

“I think you showed me something like this once before.”

“Glad you remembered. Now in you go.” Whatever graceful maneuver Ryka had planned to get them in the tub was thwarted by Kyle, who succeeded in dragging them both under when he slipped, instinctively grabbing Ryka’s hair and pulling him along. They surfaced sputtering, but Kyle in the desired position of head resting on the rub’s edge with Ryka on top of him.

“That’s some slippery bubble bath you’ve got in here.”

Eyebrows raised, Ryka nodded. “It’s going to make this feel really good.”

“Make what – oh.” In lieu of words, Ryka pushed his hips against Kyle’s and started thrusting. Slick with bath oil, what could have been awkward humping turned into something much more pleasant, and Kyle reveled in the feeling of Ryka’s cock sliding against his.

He wanted to tell Ryka how good it felt, but thought a deep, raunchy kiss would convey his feelings best. Ryka’s tongue also found better purpose than words to convey he felt the same.

With Ryka enthusiastically rutting against him, the bathwater was a tempest, waves cresting over the sides of the tub and splashing onto the floor. At some point, Kyle realized the tub was half empty. Not that things were any less slick. Not with the way his cock was dripping. And certainly not with the way Ryka’s was.

“Almost there, stud?” Ryka huffed, lips behind Kyle’s ear.

Kyle nodded. And then started slipping into the tub again. He saved himself this time first by grabbing Ryka’s wrists and then, when that didn’t work, reaching up for his horns.

Ryka snarled, but didn’t stop moving his hips. For which Kyle was immensely grateful. Because he was so, so close. Based on the way Ryka’s growling was reverberating through his own body, vibrating him head to toe, he wasn’t the only one.

A few more thrusts, and they finished together, the heat of their mingled release spreading across Kyle’s stomach and chest. Ryka let them both slip back into the water, and leaned down for a kiss. With Kyle still firmly holding his horns, he didn’t have far to go.

“Your neck can’t feel much better than mine like this. Shall we get out?” Assuming the answer would be “yes,” Ryka hauled himself - and his hanger-on - out of the tub, managing to get them both upright without injury. They stood dripping on the bathroom floor in an inch of sudsy water. Even though they weren’t particularly wet, Ryka shook out his wings, then reached over for towels. He tried to hand one to Kyle, but his partner seemed to be in a trance.

Chuckling, Ryka followed Kyle’s gaze as it moved up and down his body. “Still with me, stud?”

“Yeah, “ Kyle answered absently. This was the part that still struck him - seeing his other half in his own body. Kyle had no problem believing demons had been mistaken as gods – Ryka certainly looked like one. He was a sculpture come to life, and every detail was perfect, including his hard-on, where Kyle’s gaze finally settled.

“You’re staring. Is there something here you want?” Kyle nodded, and Ryka tossed the towels aside. “You know, if you wanna get fucked again, I’d love to show you what I really wanted to do to you in the shower this morning.” Railing Kyle senseless, that’s what Ryka had been imagining.

Maybe his host had been hoping for the same. “I’d like that.”

“After you, then,” Ryka replied with an inviting smile, motioning toward the shower. Kyle didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped in and turned the water on. And there it was - his new detachable, massaging shower head.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that,” Ryka breathed against the back of his neck. “But first ….” Kyle let himself be backed up against the wall, and eagerly accepted Ryka’s kiss. He was panting when Ryka finally pulled away, but the demon was only smiling. Quite smugly, too.

“What’s that look for?”

“You’re having fun.”

“Yes, but still ….”

“Don’t like it? Then turn around and you won’t have to see it.”

Patience still wasn’t Ryka’s strong suit, so before Kyle could even react, Ryka had grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him to face the shower wall. Kyle barely managed to get his hands up in time to brace himself there. “I was getting there, you know,” Kyle told him, widening his stance.

“Not fast enough.”

Now it was Kyle’s turn to smile, although Ryka couldn’t see it. “Well, I’m ready, so don’t-” But Kyle choked on the rest of his words, managing only a groan as Ryka entered him. The first few movements were excruciatingly, exquisitely slow, Kyle aware of every inch of Ryka. A sudden change in tempo, though, left him breathless, barely able to eke out a moan.

He shuddered to climax almost the moment he was touched, Ryka tracing circles around the swollen head of his cock. But Ryka kept up his pace, and it was only weakly that Kyle tried to stop him from pulling his hand away. His head felt fuzzy, higher functions succumbed to pleasure. Though he still was vaguely aware that the water was no longer raining down from overhead.

Instead, it had started one of its more intense massage functions between his legs. It was only startling for a moment, then he reached down to help Ryka hold it closer. “Got it?” Kyle made some vague noise of confirmation, and Ryka let go the showerhead to put his hands on Kyle’s hips. Growling, he pulled Kyle back further from the wall and pushed himself deeper.

Over the sound of his own labored breathing, Kyle could hear Ryka’s wings pumping, edges skidding against the walls and floor as he tried to put even more power behind each thrust. It worked. He hoped Ryka realized that the strangled noises he heard himself making were meant to be cries of pleasure. He must have, because he certainly didn’t stop.

The tingling in his groin and belly was ramping up, and Kyle freed one hand to jerk off with. “Ryka …”

“Go on.” Kyle only managed a few strokes before releasing into his own hand. Ryka quickly pulled out and snatched the showerhead from him. “Keep your legs together.” Kyle nodded absently, but squeezed his thighs as close as he could. Ryka continued fucking there, now taking his turn with the showerhead, using it to massage his balls, just as Kyle had.

Ryka’s purr, which had been steadily escalating in pitch, was dropping to a growl again, and out of the corner of his eye, Kyle could see the demon’s wings trembling. “Does that feel good?”

Ryka didn’t answer, except to put an arm around Kyle and pull him into a crushing embrace. Kyle could feel the roar coming, rumbling up through Ryka’s body in the moments before he came.

“That was a ‘yes,’” Ryka finally replied, spinning Kyle back around to face him. Taking both his host’s hands, he backed him out of the shower stall and again into the middle of the bathroom. There was now water dripping from the ceiling, and Ryka contributed more by shaking his wings out yet again. Kyle was attempting to catch his breath, but Ryka already looked ready for more. “Now what?”

When Kyle didn’t immediately answer, Ryka dropped to kneeling. Kyle started as Ryka took him in his mouth. Sensitive and boneless from cumming several times already, Kyle leaned his full bodyweight against Ryka, his knees digging into the demon’s chest.

Ryka’s deep chuckle was nearly too much, buzzing in his throat. Trying to support himself at least a little, Kyle found Ryka’s horns and grabbed onto those, but Ryka moved his hands, placing them instead on the top edges of his wings, now open straight up behind him. Like it was a lifeline, Kyle clutched the bony, muscle-wrapped lead edge, almost too far gone to be impressed by how easily Ryka was able to support him.

He was groaning truly embarrassing things as Ryka licked up and down the underside of his cock, flicking that forked tongue over the tip briefly before swallowing him again.

“I can’t, Ryka,” Kyle pleaded, arms and legs quaking.

Ryka pulled his head back, letting the head of Kyle’s dick rest under his chin. “You can’t what? Let me blow you?”

“Stand,” Kyle managed, knees finally buckling. Then he was face to face with Ryka, who was fighting back a smirk.

Rolling his eyes, Ryka stood and helped Kyle back up. “You poor thing,” he teased, heaving Kyle over his shoulder. Kyle only got half a face-full of wing before Ryka moved it out of the way. “Can’t even stay on your feet long enough to get head.” To solve this problem, Ryka carried him to the bedroom and tossed him onto the mattress.

He tried to sit up, but Ryka shoved him back down. “Come on, birthday boy, let me suck you off.”

Kyle wanted to warn him that wouldn’t be a lengthy endeavor, but figured Ryka would soon discover that for himself. Luckily, Ryka didn’t mind, and sat up smiling and licking his lips. “So fast. Let’s try that again.”

There was no use arguing, not that Kyle really wanted to. But even in a fantasy, his stamina wasn’t a match for Ryka’s, and his rasped pleas for mercy were acknowledged after what he was sure had to have been a dry orgasm. He couldn’t possibly have anything left, he thought.

Not a problem Ryka would know anything about. Moving up to kiss Kyle, he laid a sticky trail along the inside of his leg and up to his navel. Kyle was starting to reach down to offer his assistance, but Ryka finished himself off first, spilling on Kyle’s stomach.

With a sigh, Ryka stretched out next to him, one wing hanging off the bed, the other draped over Kyle like a sheet. “You know we’re not done yet, right?”

“I hope not.” Still hard but feeling no urgent need for release, Kyle rested with his hands clasped on his chest. Breath slowing to normal, he turned to find Ryka watching him, eyes burning behind a damp curtain of messy waves. Kyle reached out to brush his hair aside, and that apparently signaled the end of break time.

Ryka was pressed against him in an instant, tongue snaking around his ear. “You know,” Ryka purred, “since it’s your birthday, you should have something sweet.”

“I really hope you’re not offering what I think you’re offering.”

With a laugh, Ryka shook his head. “No, but if you want a mouthful of that, just help yourself.”

“‘Mouthful?’ See, that’s the problem. There’s never just a mouthful.”

“I didn’t say you had to swallow all of it. Or any of it. I know you don’t like to. What I’m trying to say is that if you want to suck my dick again, I’m not going to stop you.”

Now Kyle was the one shaking his head. “Later.” Ryka flashed him a grin. “Now, before this conversation got sidetracked, what were you actually trying to say?”

“Well, it’s not cake, but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

“With?”

“Check the drawer,” Ryka suggested with a nod toward the bedside table. Kyle did just that. Between the two of them, Ryka had more than enough material – in the form of memories - to create lots of fun things for them to play with. Kyle hadn’t considered this one.

“It’s chocolate, so close enough.” Waiting in the drawer had been a bulk-store sized bottle of chocolate syrup, the same brand he had adored as a kid. He flipped open the cap and squeezed some into his mouth. “It tastes just like I remember.”

“Good.” Ryka pushed himself up onto his elbows and folded his wings. Or tried to. The one that had been resting on Kyle peeled away slowly, and Ryka shook it a few times before holding it in an awkward, half-folded hover behind his back. “Ugh, it’s sticky.”

“I’m so sorry, but that’s your jizz all over me. And if you’re worried about being sticky, you should have rethought this,” Kyle teased, shaking the bottle of syrup.

“I was just saying. Now, are you rested up?”

“Rested enough.” Bottle in hand, Kyle moved to sitting. Eager eyes followed him. “Sticky wing or not, I’d like you on your back.” Kyle was nearly hit with said wing in Ryka’s haste to follow his host’s instructions. Once he looked comfortable, Kyle lay down on top of him. He took another swig of syrup and leaned in for a kiss.

Ryka was never unenthusiastic, but now Kyle tasted like chocolate. “That is good. More, please.”

“Since you asked nicely ….” He tried to be nice, too, sucking and biting on Ryka’s lower lip. Maybe he was too generous too soon, because it felt like it was only seconds later that Ryka was grinding against him, then opening his legs and bucking his hips up. Like he thought he could trick Kyle into fucking him. “Stay there.”

This elicited some grumbling - plan obviously foiled - but Ryka obeyed. Kyle got to work drizzling a trail down Ryka’s chin and throat, and on to his chest, covering one nipple before crossing to the other. From there, he continued down that perfect washboard stomach and right to his crotch.

“Mind your hands,” Kyle added, setting the bottle down. Palms planted on the mattress, Ryka nodded. Kyle’s cue to begin. He started with another long kiss, and then began down the path he had just laid out.

For the most part, Ryka managed to follow orders. But Kyle could hear sheets ripping, claws tearing into the mattress, and Ryka’s tail thumping down near the foot of the bed. Along with his moans, it was all very encouraging.

Kyle took his time, lingering on Ryka’s chest, using teeth and tongue on Ryka’s nipples until they were red and raw. And it was a delight to glance up as he worked lower, to see Ryka hissing through clenched teeth, breaths getting shorter and harder the closer Kyle got to his final destination. Grabbing the bottle of syrup, he poured another healthy dollop on Ryka’s cock.

He shivered when Ryka sighed his name, still not used to hearing it, and intoxicating when paired with claws raking through his hair. Rule-breaking was fine when it felt this good. And he wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Even with the chocolate, he could still taste precum. He fully intended to let Ryka finish in his mouth this time.

“Stud, you may wanna ….” Whatever Ryka tried to say was cut short by a groan, and he slid his hands down to Kyle’s shoulders. His back arched, and his purr was getting louder. Since Kyle seemed fully committed, Ryka gave up trying to deter him. He knew he gave plenty of warning. Though time was quickly running out.

Now rocking his hips, his purr deepened to a growl and his wings started shaking. With one last snarl, he climaxed.

Kyle certainly hadn’t been able to ignore the signs of Ryka’s impending orgasm, but somehow still jumped, at least a little. Not so little was the quantity of hot demon spunk he had to swallow as the result of his hard work.

“Got it all?” Ryka teased, glancing down at him. Kyle nodded, but realized he was drooling. “Want seconds?” Kyle shook his head. The first helping had been plenty. “Here, have some of this.” Ryka shoved the syrup bottle into his hands, and Kyle gratefully took a swig. As ridiculous as he felt with semen and chocolate syrup dribbling down his chin, Ryka was anything but amused; he was already jerking himself off and trying to push Kyle’s head back down.

“Absolutely not,” Kyle told him, ducking away. “In fact, why don’t you get on all fours.”

After nearly getting clipped the first time, Kyle should have known better than to ask before backing away. “Ew, it is sticky.” Making a face, he brushed Ryka’s wing away. Ryka just laughed and offered up his ass. There was no doubt Ryka had been using fingers, tail or both when Kyle wasn’t paying attention, at least given how eagerly his hole swallowed Kyle’s cock.

It felt far too good. Half a dozen pumps later, and Kyle pulled out, stopping himself short of filling Ryka up, as he was being begged to do.

“Ry? Can I borrow your tail?”

“Anything, stud. Just put it where you want.”

He could have ask Ryka to manifest a cock ring to give him a little more staying power, but there was another option, one he’d seen Ryka use dozens of times. It only took a little guidance to get Ryka’s tail wrapped around his balls and the base of his cock. He spiraled more around the shaft, letting the barbed tip rest just under the head. “That should work.”

With that, Ryka pulled his tail back enough to tighten it. Kyle glanced down to admire their handiwork. Extra length and considerable extra girth. Neither of which were a problem for Ryka, who opened for him before clenching tight, wings flaring and head thrown back. This was so close to what he desired, but Ryka knew better than to say aloud that he wanted Kyle elbow-deep, fist pounding his sweet spot. Better - and easier - to enjoy what he was getting: a brutal fucking, Kyle ramming mercilessly into him.

For his part, Kyle held out as long as he could. Teetering just on the edge, he pulled out. The death glare Ryka aimed over his shoulder gave Kyle chills. “Sorry, dear, but I’m close. Can you let me go now?” It seemed to pain him to do so, but Ryka complied and Kyle hastily plunged back in.

Somehow, he had the wherewithal to be impressed by how tight Ryka still was, even after what Kyle had just done to him. Eyes closed, he dug his fingers into Ryka’s hips and went as hard and fast as he could. What he couldn’t manage was lasting more than another dozen thrusts. Spent, he collapsed back on his heels.

Breath ragged, he managed to gasp out a request for Ryka to lie back down. Since the bottle of syrup was still in easy reach, Kyle grabbed it. “I want seconds after all,” Kyle told him, squeezing out a dollop that mixed with the precum leaking from Ryka’s cock.

Ryka made a small noise in his throat, then felt himself hitting the back of Kyle’s. It was only moments before he shot, letting go a little more when Kyle swallowed the first load.

Eyes watering, Kyle sat up, back of his hand over his mouth. “You don’t have to. It won’t hurt my feelings,” Ryka offered. But Kyle shook his head and swallowed the rest. He knew he was drooling again, but Ryka still kissed him. Or maybe that was why it was such a needy kiss. Ryka got off on seeing him this way - weepy and used up. Wrecked. Ruined. And that’s how he knew he must have looked, with tears in his eyes and cum running down his chin.

“You’re awful,” Kyle told him, managing to pry his lips away for a moment.

“I know. But you don’t seem to mind. So that makes you just as bad.”

Kyle supposed it was true. He probably should have been concerned about how much Ryka liked seeing him that way, but found it hard to worry. Especially with the change in pitch and tempo of Ryka’s purr. High and urgent to low and slow. It must be forced, Kyle thought, in an effort to calm himself. It seemed to be working on Kyle, too. Their kisses were less greedy, more tender.

Which is probably how Ryka’d meant his next move to play out as well. But he sometimes forgot his own strength. So instead of gently touching his forehead to Kyle’s, he headbutted him.

Not that it hurt that badly, but Kyle still reflexively said “ow” as he leaned back, pressing his palms for his forehead. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up with a bruise. “Damn, your head is hard.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He looked it. And embarrassed. Ryka pulled him close again and kissed his forehead this time, chuckling to himself.

Kyle found himself joining in. “You know, this is probably the best birthday I’ve ever had. Even though you just tried to knock me out.”

“You’d know it if I meant to - you wouldn’t still be talking.” A pause, and now Ryka had him in a tight embrace. Kyle let his head fall on the demon’s shoulder. “But I’m glad you think so. Happy Birthday, stud.”