I made another strangled sort of noise, heat flooding my body and pooling between my legs at that admission. I also wanted what my body was offering very badly right now. The wayward biology saw exactly zero problems with grabbing Dain by the ass and dragging his hips flush with mine, and then getting to discover where, exactly, that long barbell lived.

Instead, I carefully rested my arm on the scales of his back, wrapping my hand around one of his spikes to prevent it from doing other, more interesting things. "If it would not immediately make us eternal lovers, I would be all about the 'welcome home, Dain' sex," I said, unable to keep the lust out of my voice. "You are very home and very Dain and I would like to do some very filthy things to you."

"Leah," he protested in a long moan, his leg dragging me closer in a way that I thought was entirely unintended, because it ended up with my thigh up against his hard and demanding body, the heat of his groin making my breath hitch. "Oh, gods," Dain said, his whole body going tense as the both of us apparently devoted all of our attention into not grinding my bare thigh and his barely-trapped erection together.

"If—if you wanted, we could just, fuck," he moaned as his dick twitched hard against me. Dain's fingers tightened on my sides. "We could—touch ourselves, next—next to each other. Then I could smell you, and hear you, and you could—hear me. If—if you would like to hear me." He fucking whimpered as my body responded, his tongue pressing against the skin of my neck for a second before he yanked his face away, breathing hard.

Well, that suggestion sure made me feel like a Christian virgin with her first college boyfriend, but like the metaphorical good Christian girl, I was also all-in on the mutual masturbation and the game of pretending that of course it wasn't sex, we wouldn't do that.

"Yes," I said, way too fast. "Yes, good, let's do that."

"Can..." he started, sounding both desperate and desperately embarrassed. "Can I—put my head between your legs? Just to smell you, gods, Leah, I think I would orgasm only from smelling you come, I don't know how to tell you how good you smell—"

"Dain," I said, cutting him off, "Shut the fuck up and go." I put my hand on the top of his head and shoved him downwards.

He went, zero hesitation. Dain unhooked his leg from around mine and practically scrambled to get his face between my legs, shoving me onto my back and wrapping his shaking hands around my bare thighs. His hot, juddering breath fanned out against me, and the bed shifted as he dragged off his underwear, got onto his knees, and started stroking himself with one wing-hand.