Berries and Greed

His cock had been hard again by the time I came, but I’d told him he had to wait while smoothing my thumb over the leaking tip to make him shudder with pleasure. Then I’d sneakily taken the cock sleeve with me while he got changed into comfier clothes, and a while later, once we were curled up on the couch watching Gloom Falls, I’d started nuzzling his ear and pressing wet, sucking kisses down his neck until he was breathing hard and shifting restlessly. After rucking up the front of his onesie and pulling down his sweats, I’d slipped the sleeve over his straining cock and told him to keep watching the TV, to not make any sounds, to pretend it wasn’t happening—just like I’d thought about doing all that time ago.

It had been ridiculously hot seeing him fight to maintain his composure. Watching him try so hard to keep his eyes on the TV, even as they kept wanting to roll back. Watching his chest start to heave, his fingers dig hard into the armrest, his hips twitch as he fought to keep them still.

After a while, I’d taken his hand and slipped it into my underwear, telling him I’d let him come once I had. I’d been kneeling on the couch, and my legs had almost given out when his long fingers had wrung an orgasm from me that had been so intense my scalp had gone numb as I panted into the side of his neck. He’d used the same mind-blowing trick as before, basically jerking off my clit until I was too sensitive for him to continue.

I’d barely finished telling him he could come when his cock had started pulsing in the sleeve, spurting smoky cum all over his front, his hips jerking erratically and his head tipping back as he groaned. After cleaning up, he’d smoked two joints in a row, ordered a pizza, and promptly fallen asleep on the couch after we’d consumed it.

He had kicked me that time, his leg twitching against my thigh as I sat beside his passed-out form and looked up recipes on my phone for the ingredients I’d bought at the market.

We’d slept in his bed this time. Greid had taken my hand and led me into his room after we’d finished watching an over-the-top action movie starring a big, hunky demiurgus with a shaved head. It had made me stupidly happy that it wasn’t even a question anymore—we were officially Sleeping Together. Not just having sex. I didn’t want to spend a single night without him.

As we were getting undressed, Greid had shyly asked if I minded him sleeping in his true form, explaining that he wasn’t all that used to sleeping in his humanoid one. Of course I didn’t, and I told him as much, then watched eagerly as he shifted and I once again got to see his true demiurgus side—alien but beautiful. Once we got into bed, he’d nuzzled his long snout against my throat and wrapped his rangy limbs around me, his contented sigh ruffling my hair.

I’d almost told him I loved him then, but he’d been snoring before I could work up the courage to get the words out.

I was in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner when I finally heard Greid coming down the stairs at around six. He shuffled into the room, stretching out his back with a grunt.

“What are you making?” he asked with interest as he came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist, bending his knees so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.

“I thought I’d try stir fry.” I transferred all the sliced carrots from the chopping board to a bowl. “Seems easy enough.”

“Ooh.” His hand reached around me and plucked a carrot slice from the bowl. I heard him crunch down a second later, then make a disgusted sound. “Why did I do that? I hate raw vegetables.”

“Because the sight of any food turns you into a magpie.” I nudged his belly with my elbow. “Raw carrot is nice.”

“I guess it wasn’t too bad.” He stole another bit and straightened. “Do I have time to take a shower before dinner?”

“Yes. I’m still prepping all the delicious, delicious veggies we’ll have in it.”

“Am I being punished for something?” He kissed the top of my head. “I won’t be long.”

“Okay.”

I watched him amble out of the kitchen, his tail swishing over his ass, which looked really good in those grey sweats. Once I’d heard his bedroom door click shut, I looked back down at the red bell peppers on the chopping board, washed and ready to be sliced.

Dinner could wait.

My stomach was jittery with nervous excitement as I washed my hands at the sink and made my way into the living room. I perched on the couch, wiping my palms down my thighs. I’d already stashed the bag of toys next to the couch, because if he was interested in me fucking him tonight, I wanted us to do it in his room where I knew he’d be most comfortable.

How long should I wait before I just moved myself into his room permanently? Did he even want that?