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A Paler Shade of Green	By : Rina76 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It’s late when they get back from seeing The Phantom and Kylar is empathically exhausted from outpouring his emotions at the opera house. Even after the calorific boost of a large caramel sundae (which Lorne enjoyed watching him eat, the kid licking ice cream off the plastic spoon in an innocently sensual way), Kylar still seems tired so despite Sebastian’s suggestion, Lorne decides to leave the seduction attempt for another night when both of them have the energy. The teenager goes to his room to change out of the suit and into pyjamas while Lorne makes a tropical nightcap before bed - a banana colada, made of rum, coconut cream, pineapple juice, half a ripe banana and some more rum for good measure all blended together, the alcohol-loving demon leaving it on the bedside table while he’s taking off his candy-red evening jacket and purple cravat.
Apart from giving great advice, that Sebastian sure is a dreamy dish, Lorne muses to himself. Not as dreamy as Kylar – that goes without saying. No male model in the world could ever equal Kylar’s breathtaking beauty or entrancing charm. The boy truly is one in a trillion. And Lorne just went on a date with him. Lorne’s never really dated anybody, not seriously, so to have Kylar on his arm and be able to show him off to friends felt absolutely amazing. As corny as it sounds, it’s almost as though Kylar completes him. Or at least compliments him in a brilliant way, like green-tinted yin and yang. One thing’s for sure – he and Kylar look damn good together and even Y’noth and J’arlan, his blue composer pals, commented on that fact.
Humming in expectation of a goodnight kiss, Lorne turns around to find a sneaky little Fredelia balancing on the rim of his cocktail glass, little bat-head stuck into it, lapping at the smooth creamy concoction like a kitten at a bowl of milk.
“Hey!” Lorne exclaims in outrage. “Get outta that, you thieving fruit fly! Who said you could come into my room anyway? Shoo!”
He harmlessly flicks his silk cravat at the bat. She chirps in annoyance and flies away from the drink, landing on the velvet curtain and turning her head to glare at Lorne for denying her such a sweet treat. It seems she is rather upset and offended by this because she decides to return and dive threateningly over Lorne’s head, squeaking her displeasure. Hearing it, and Lorne shouting, Kylar rushes in to see what the noise is all about and finds the short-haired club owner running around the bedroom after Fredelia. When the winged creature sees Kylar, she immediately flaps over to him and lands on his shoulder, still squawking.
“Why are you chasing Fredelia?” Kylar frowns at Lorne. “Did she leave droppings on one of your suits? She normally goes outside to do her business.”
“No, she didn’t poop on my suit but I caught this pig-nosed little hog drinking my cocktail!” Lorne jabs an accusing finger at the mammal. “Right in front of me too. How rude!”
“Are you sure? She only eats fruits and flowers.”
“Well, that has fruit in it!” Impatiently, Lorne motions to his drink. “Banana, to be exact.”
Looking doubtful, Kylar questions, “But surely she doesn’t like the taste of alcohol.”
The older demon snorts. “Wanna bet? Watch this.”
As soon as Lorne’s back is turned, the grey-furred mammal silently glides off Kylar’s shoulder and lands on the table again. She climbs up the glass using her wing-tips and happily continues guzzling Lorne’s drink, little pink tongue darting out, tiny pointed ears poking above the rim.
“See? SEE? I told you!” Lorne yells, pointing. “Get away from that, you nocturnal nuisance! It’s mine!”
He swats at Fredelia again and she flaps away, soon coming back to swoop and squeak at Lorne, dive-bombing him much like she did to Gunn when he insulted her by calling her a rat.
“You spiteful little shit!” Lorne remarks as he ducks his head. “I never should have fed you that damn strawberry!”
Kylar watches in disbelief as his pet is attacking Lorne, chirruping and twittering, as if scolding the cranky demon below, Lorne yelling back insults, threatening to catch her, kill her and make a fluffy slipper out of her, the tall Pylean stumbling around the room and tripping over his own furniture. For some reason Kylar finds this amusing, like a scene out of a comedic film. First, he smiles. Then he grins, showing all his pearly-white teeth. He covers his mouth as an explosive chuckle escapes, trying to stop the sound but unable to help it, soon dissolving into giggles and then eventually open laughter, the boy clutching his ribs, tears of mirth beginning to well in his eyes.
Hearing this, Lorne halts in his tracks, looking insulted. “Are you laughing at me? You are actually…you’re…”
Then he stops, the look of irritation changing into one of absolute astonishment. “My God. Kylar, you’re laughing!”
“I’m sorry. But…It was extremely funny. I think she was swearing at you for threatening to make her into a shoe…” Imagining Lorne wearing one single furry slipper complete with outstretched bat-wings, Kylar gives another giggle and then bites his lip, wiping his eyes and attempting to be serious.
“This is the first time I’ve heard you do that,” Lorne says in wonder, totally forgetting about his cocktail, Fredelia eagerly flapping down to finish it off. “After everything that’s been done to you, I didn’t think you knew how to laugh anymore.”
“I didn’t either,” Kylar confesses. “It feels good. I must do it more often.”
“Yes, you should.” Stepping up to the former slave-child in admiration, Lorne murmurs softly, “Laughter becomes you, Kylarkmar.”
Drawn to those vibrantly sparkling eyes and healthily-flushed cheeks, the older Empath gently cups Kylar’s face in his hands, Lorne’s gaze dropping to the teen’s still-smiling lips and that bewitching piece of jewellery embedded there. Even though he’s no longer in his elegant suit and has removed the slick ponytail, Kylar is still utterly captivating, even in a pair of polka-dotted pyjamas, the pretty young man gazing up at Lorne openly and trustingly, almost seeming to invite him closer. The golden lip-ring he wears glints enticingly in the light. His heart overflowing with love and desire, Lorne is helpless to resist leaning in, lured by the wildflower perfume of Kylar’s hair. The closer he gets, the more Kylar’s chin tilts up, the boy’s long lashes lowering until finally, his eyes are closed in expectation, his burgundy lips parting just a fraction, waiting for Lorne’s to connect with his.
There’s a loud clanking thud, jarring the two empathic demons out of their trance. They both whirl around to find the female bat on the floor, the glass knocked over on the table, remaining contents spilled everywhere in a yellow puddle.
“Fredelia!” Kylar cries in alarm, rushing over to his bat and kneeling in front of her, carefully cradling her little grey body in his hands.
“Oh crap, she’s not dead, is she?” Lorne asks guiltily as he peers down at the motionless creature, hoping he hasn’t killed Kylar’s beloved pet with his strongly-mixed cocktail.
“No, just intoxicated. You silly girl. You can’t handle alcohol like Lorne and I can,” Kylar scolds as the inebriated mammal flops over and clambers up his arm, the bat’s movements a lot clumsier and less coordinated than normal.
“Are you sure she’ll be all right? All that rum might make her sick.”
“She should be fine once it wears off. Sorry about your cocktail,” Kylar offers. “But I think you shouldn’t leave them unattended from now on.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be,” Lorne mutters, bothered for two reasons – one, that his nice banana cocktail was ruined by that cheeky little bat and two, that the chance for kissing Kylar was also ruined. Dammit. He can’t do it now. The moment has passed and he senses that Kylar is more concerned about his pet than anything else.
“You should go to bed now, cookie-crumb,” the taller Pylean advises, feeling urges he’d rather not act upon tonight. “And take that darn flying mouse with you.”
“You’re not a mouse, are you, my little Fredelia?” Kylar coos, stroking the critter’s soft fur and membranous wings. Fredelia chatters back, as if talking to him, rubbing her head on Kylar’s hand like a cat does.
Standing by the doorway, the slim teenager hesitates, turning gratefully towards his caretaker and escort. “Thank you for a wonderful night, Lorne. I would very much like to do it again.”
“You would?”
Nodding, Kylar awards him a shy smile. “Now that I can laugh, perhaps you should take me to a comedy next time.”
“Whatever you say, cucumber.” Lorne smiles back. “Good night. Sleep well.”
Smiling again, Kylar leaves the room, taking his drunken pet with him.
It’s only after he’s gone that Lorne gives a deep hopeless sigh and sinks onto the bed, rueing yet another missed opportunity to make a move on the boy.
Cordelia is SO going to kick his ass…
………
It’s been almost a week since he was taken to see The Phantom of the Opera and Kylar has been thinking a lot during that time. He’s been thinking about those demons that seduced Lorne. The ones with the black eyes. Connor told him how they helped out the night Kylar was bitten, how they flew him and Connor back to the hotel to get medical aid. Although he is thankful for their assistance, Kylar doesn’t remember that part. He was unconscious by then. All he remembers is what happened before, when they spoke to him in the club. They wanted to seduce him as well. They called him ‘delicious’ and said they wanted to play with him. He remembers the slick feel of the slimmer one’s tongue on his cheek. Tasting him. It shocked and disturbed Kylar but at the same time it made him very aware of the creature’s strong sensuality. And his own.
Now that he’s had time to recover from being licked in public, Kylar actually finds the memory intriguingly erotic and exciting. He can’t help wondering what that long black tongue would have felt like in his mouth. It must have been in Lorne’s mouth that night when the short-haired Pylean didn’t come home. It was probably in other places too, judging by what the more feminine twin was hinting at. Kylar can only assume that their threesome encounter involved tasting and licking of personal body parts. That’s probably the main cause of those orally-centred sex dreams Kylar’s been having.
Thinking about that evening and what must have happened between Lorne and those snake-tongued twins causes Kylar’s tummy to shift with uncomfortable emotions. He knows that one of those emotions is envy. He is not angry anymore that Lorne was with them, but rather envious that the two brothers got to have what Kylar hasn’t been able to yet.
They got to have Lorne. And Lorne let them. He didn’t even seem to like the leather-clad pair very much yet he allowed them to ‘taste’ him and based on what the pretty one said, Lorne must have tasted them in a similar way too. And done a whole lot more. Kylar finds that puzzling. It appears that Lorne will willingly participate in mating acts with demons he doesn’t even care about but for some reason, he won’t let Kylar get that close, even though Kylar is sure his handsome guardian wants to sometimes.
Little does Lorne know that Kylar would give him everything he wanted and desired, if only the older male would step up and take it. Kissing would be the perfect place to start.
What would it be like? Kylar wonders. How would it feel? How would his body react? How would Lorne’s?
After days of wondering about it, Kylar finally gathers enough courage to find out. He can’t wait any longer. He takes a deep breath and just asks.
“Will you kiss me?”
Eyes widening, Connor almost chokes on his soda. “Wh-What?”
“I still have not been kissed,” the young demon admits despairingly, one evening when he and the second boy are sitting on beanbags in Connor’s room, listening to the most recent Good Charlotte album.
“I need to know what it’s like. I need to know now.”
A frown draws Connor’s brows together. “Why don’t you ask Lorne? Or don’t you love him anymore?”
“Of course I love him.”
“Even after what he did with the twins?”
“That doesn’t matter anymore. It was a mistake and I forgave him for it. Everybody makes mistakes,” Kylar graciously grants. “It’s just that…if - when - Lorne kisses me, I want to know how to respond. Will you teach me what to do?”
Confused and alarmed by the pressure suddenly sprung upon him, the vampire killer blurts, “Why me?”
“Because you are experienced. I am not.”
“You realise I have a steady boyfriend, right? The guy you met at McDonalds - remember him?”
“Yes. That is exactly why I am asking you. Show me what you do with Sebastian. Then I can do that with Lorne, when the opportunity arises.”
“I dunno, Ky,” Connor objects, thinking of all the possible negative consequences of such a venture. “It’s probably a really bad idea.”
“I disagree. This is the perfect way for me to learn.” Reaching out, Kylar touches Connor’s arm. Using his Empath abilities, he sends the other teenager pleading waves of urgency. “Help me, Connor. I will not know what is expected of me otherwise. I do not want to disappoint Lorne.”
Already feeling himself relenting under such persuasive techniques, Connor swallows and asks, just to be certain, “So… you want me to make out with you? For practice?”
Kylar nods, too desperate to be shy. “I do not know who else to ask. You are my best friend. And I trust you completely.”
“Funny. You’re the first person with horns who’s ever said that to me,” Connor mutters.
Kylar doesn’t see the irony in asking a savage demon hunter to kiss him.
“Please?” he whispers helplessly, tightening his fingers on Connor’s arm. “Please show me?”
Those big begging ruby eyes sucker Connor in. That and the way Kylar is fretfully nibbling on his lower lip piercing, the golden jewellery luring Connor’s focus to that luscious wine-coloured mouth, not that it’s the first time he’s ever looked. He could probably go to Demon Town near that piercing parlour and find a horned hooker or hustler who’d teach Kylar a thing or two about making out in exchange for a few dollars, but Connor doesn’t really want Kylar’s first kiss to be from a whore, from some stranger who doesn’t even know who he is, or care either. No, Kylar is too special and sensitive. He should be kissed by somebody who cares about him and won’t transmit some demonic version of herpes or lip-warts.
“Fine. I’ll show you.” The auburn-haired youth sighs, placing his can of raspberry soda on the floor beside him and getting to his knees. “But just this once, okay? And you can’t tell anyone or I will get in so much trouble. Not Lorne, not Cordelia and certainly NOT my dad.”
“I won’t tell a soul. I promise,” Kylar vows as he sits up straighter, his pulse racing in eagerness.
“Right, just…lie down a bit,” Connor suggests, coaxingly pushing Kylar in the chest to make him sink backwards into the beanbag. Normally, Connor would be able to feel a heartbeat where his hand is spread out but he can’t feel anything because Kylar’s heart is situated underneath him, in his left buttock instead of his ribcage. The slayer’s sensitive ears can still hear it pounding excitedly, even though it’s muffled by the synthetic beans Kylar is lying on. As he lies back further, Kylar’s shirt pulls upwards, revealing a slice of flat tummy with a hint of abs. A faint trail of dark olive freckles runs down from his belly button and disappears into his underwear.
Connor’s gaze automatically goes there, the human teenager wondering if that speckled skin is as smooth as it looks. The slim-fitting indigo jeans that Kylar’s wearing cling to his thighs and calves, outlining how shapely and lightly muscled they are. They’re long and athletic, almost like cheerleader legs and Connor lets his interested gaze travel across them, realising that this unplanned lesson isn’t exactly going to be a chore. In fact, he might even enjoy it, teaching this willing creature from another world how to kiss and getting to feel that gorgeous, untouched body beneath his. The bisexual hunter climbs onto the beanbag and stretches out, half lying on it and half on Kylar, Connor’s elbows to either side of Kylar’s head. Their chests and right hipbones are touching. The androgynous-looking youth stares up with wide crimson eyes as Connor settles above him, their faces mere centimetres apart, Connor’s long reddish hair tucked behind one hair to keep it out of the way.
Frowning down at his virginal companion and sensing the anxiousness there, Connor questions, “You really sure you want this, Ky?”
“Yes.” Even though his voice is shaky, Kylar’s choice to proceed is firm and decisive. “I want to be taught. Teach me.”
“All right, then. Here goes.” Leaning in towards the Pylean teen, Connor prays under his breath, “God, I hope Seb is gonna be okay with this…”
Trying not to think about whether his long-term lover will be jealous or not, Connor proceeds to make out with his best friend, angling his head and slowly bringing their mouths together, dusky rose against rich, pomegranate-red. Kylar’s lips are amazingly soft, like marshmallows. The gold ring inserted through the bottom one provides an unusual contrast of textures, the hoop of warmed metal sinking back into the pillowy flesh beneath when Connor applies more pressure against it. The sensation is intriguing. Connor hasn’t kissed anyone with a lip-ring before. He suspects that Kylar mainly got it for Lorne, to draw the older Empath’s attention, except it doesn’t seem to be working. Oh, well. Lorne’s loss.
Though Connor is being considerate and patient, giving Kylar unhurried, gentle pecks and nudging encouragingly at his lips, the demon-boy under him doesn’t move. He doesn’t even open his mouth. It’s not that he’s too scared or has changed his mind; he just seems to be waiting for instructions.
“Kiss me back,” Connor murmurs against Kylar’s sealed lips, talking him through each step. “Do what I do.”
Kylar obeys, lifting his chin. When he presses his mouth against Connor’s, mimicking the other teenager’s actions, Connor finds out that his pretty partner not only looks like a girl, but he kisses like one too. Softly. Delicately. Sweetly.
At the beginning, Kylar doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands but soon enough they find their own way to Connor’s upper arms, the empathic youth sensing that touching his partner is an important element of this pre-mating ritual. Gradually, Kylar grows more confident in what he’s doing, the young Pylean copying each of Connor’s moves, the two of them pressing their mouths together, over and over until Kylar has completely relaxed and is at ease with the initial stage of their make-out session.
“Good,” Connor praises when he pulls away. “How’s that? Nice?”
“Very,” Kylar confesses in a breathy tone, wanting the next step. “Do we touch tongues now? Like they do in the movies?”
“I guess so. Are you ready for that?”
Nodding, Kylar licks his lips, proving that he’s prepared and has already given it much consideration.
“Okay. It might seem scary or intrusive at first but don’t be afraid,” Connor explains. “Just let me in. It’s nice – I promise.”
The second boy nods again.
Shifting to get a bit closer, Connor takes Kylar’s feminine face in his hands, lowering his head again. Their lips meet, Connor’s parting as he opens his mouth. Kylar does the same. Even though he had been expecting it, Kylar still jolts when the vampire’s son carefully pushes in his tongue, the moist tip connecting with Kylar’s own. It’s the most intimate thing Kylar has had done to him since Lorne stroked one of his horns. But unlike Lorne, Kylar doesn’t pull away from this intimacy, instead opening up wider and allowing Connor to deepen the kiss.
Kylar tastes like raspberry soda, as does Connor since it’s what they’ve both been drinking. But under that there’s another sweetness, Kylar’s own pure sweetness and it’s like nothing Connor’s ever tasted before. It makes him want more.
“Wrap your tongue around mine,” Connor instructs huskily, his breath brushing across Kylar’s lips. “Follow it with yours.”
Kylar does as he is guided to, their tongues coming together messily and clumsily to begin with but then evolving into a dancing, swirling duet much like gentle swordplay, or so Kylar believes. Quiet, wet kissing sounds and the crunch of shifting polystyrene beads are all that can be heard in Connor’s room, since the CD has finished and the music has run out. Not that either of the boys on the bean bag notice.
One of Connor’s hands sinks into the other male’s stunning hair, feeling how satiny and silky the mulberry waves are – something he’s always wanted to do but never been game enough to until now. Their chins are slanted together, Connor’s sparse stubble scratchy against Kylar’s permanently hairless face. However, Kylar does not mind the rough, sandpapery sensation as it is all part of the experience and reminds him that this is no dream - that he is really being kissed by another person for the first time in his life. He is glad that that person is Connor and instead of feeling awkward or shamed about what they’re doing, Kylar just feels great affection and admiration for his generous and knowledgeable best friend.
This certainly isn’t the first time for Connor but it is new to him being with a demon. He never thought he would be making out with someone whose heart is in their butt-cheek, somebody that’s not even human, but then again, Connor has never met a creature quite like Kylar before – an enticing mixture of seductiveness and innocence, boldness and shyness, strength and gentleness, boyishness and girlishness, all wrapped up in a pretty package of pale green skin. Wanting to feel that skin, Connor’s hand slides up the front of Kylar’s shirt and over that patterned olive stomach, finding it warm and smooth, dipping his thumb into a dainty oval navel. Connor has the sudden crazy desire to lick it but he doesn’t want to tear his mouth or tongue away from Kylar’s.
At first Kylar is quite aware that it’s Connor on top of him, and that in itself is wonderful, but as he settles into the pleasurable niceness of being kissed, the demon teen starts to imagine that it’s Lorne’s tongue in his mouth, sliding against his. That it’s Lorne’s hand up his shirt. Feeling a certain part of himself getting hard, he gives a needy little moan, clutching at Connor’s shoulders.
Connor moans back, knowing that he shouldn’t feel lust for his innocent friend but feeling it anyway, his groin surging with blood. Kissing Kylar and touching his body is addictive.
Being empathic, Kylar can sense Connor’s growing excitement and this in turn excites Kylar, the Pylean boy unconsciously urging Connor to keep going, to go further, to teach him more. Angel’s son does this eagerly, his hand continuing upwards, across green-shadowed ribs and a sternum, reaching the freckled flatness of a chest. When Connor’s fingertips brush over a tiny nipple, the other eighteen year old muffles a whimper and arches up into the touch. Even though the reaction is satisfying and thrilling, Connor is not so stupid as to believe that Kylar lusts for him in return. He knows perfectly well that the red-eyed boy is thinking of Lorne at that very moment but Connor doesn’t care. This is just too hot.
They explore each other’s mouths for a while longer, Kylar’s delicate touch roaming up and down Connor’s spine and back, discovering shirt-covered muscles and skin, unmarked by any scars. That’s not to say Connor hasn’t got any scars; Kylar knows they’re all just on the inside. Connor’s heart beats strongly against Kylar’s chest, an unknown feeling for the demon boy whose own heart sits in a completely different location. All there is in Kylar’s chest are his lungs. But his own cardiovascular organ is beating just as quick. Curious to feel it, Connor slides a hand under Kylar’s bottom, cupping one of the demon’s buttocks in his palm. Kylar doesn’t stop him. Kylar isn’t stopping him from doing anything at all.
His ass is so small; Connor can’t figure out how a whole heart fits in one side of it but it does, by some clever demonic design, the pumping mass of tissue protected by surrounding muscle and flesh. After an appreciate squeeze of that firm flesh, Connor returns to Kylar’s pebbled nipple and teases it with his fingers, the submissive teen making little sighing noises of pleasure. Those sexy noises make Connor grow even harder and he moves down to kiss Kylar’s neck, licking at the velvety skin and giving it soft, sucking bites. Moaning, Kylar tilts his head back, enjoying the feel of a hot mouth on his throat. When he was bitten by the vampire it was horrible and paralysing, but this gentle, playful type of biting is tremendously arousing and makes him tingle in all the right places.
Without realising he’s doing it, Connor shifts his thigh, pressing it between his friend’s legs and onto Kylar’s erection. He jerks it back when Kylar gasps. Thinking he might have hurt Kylar or crossed the line of their experimental agreement, Connor pauses to study the inexperienced demon youth below him. Kylar’s swollen mouth is half-open and panting, pupils as big as buttons and his scarlet gaze hazy and full of need. All the colouring in his face and around his eyes seems deeper and richer, eyelids and brows a dark violet, lips deep burgundy red and his cheeks flushed greener with arousal. He looks very beautiful and very, very turned-on.
Definitely not hurt or offended.
“Do you like this?” Connor whispers.
“Oh yes,” Kylar whispers back, giving a dizzy nod. “Kissing is very good. I like it.”
“I like it too. See?”
To prove it, the experienced hunter pushes his hard-on into Kylar’s hip, allowing the first teen to feel it.
“Oh!” Kylar exclaims with round eyes. “You’re…you’ve gone…”
“Yeah.” Connor smiles lopsidedly. “That’s your fault.”
Even though it sounds like he is being blamed for something, Kylar actually knows it’s a compliment and it heats his belly to realise he can affect his best friend in this way.
“Connor, may I ask you a very personal question?”
“Sure.” The other young male shrugs easily, ready to answer anything. They’ve already gotten quite personal; their tongues have been in each other’s mouths and his hand is up Kylar’s shirt as they speak.
“Is it normal to wake up with it like …that?” The demon youth glances down at his own stiffness. “In the morning, I mean?”
Connor shrugs again. “Yeah. It’s normal. Happens all the time to me.”
“But what about…spontaneous nocturnal emissions? Sometimes when I awaken, it’s not hard anymore and the front of my pyjamas is wet.” Kylar blushes. “Is that normal for boys on this dimension as well?”
“Totally,” the human teenager replies with a grin. “It’s common too.”
“It never happened to me before,” Kylar reveals worriedly. “Not once on Pylea. And not when I first arrived here. But since I got bitten by the vampire, I have been having these occurrences rather frequently. And dreams. I have always been a dreamer but lately the ones I’ve been having are extremely intense and lifelike.”
“Really?” Connor stares down at him interestedly. “What have you been dreaming about?”
“The kinds of things we are doing now. Only I’m with Lorne. Or… other people.” Kylar’s blush darkens, as some of those dreams have involved the twins and their amazing tongues, licking him all over. “They’re quite sexual and often end in a real orgasm for me.”
“Don’t worry. They’re called ‘wet dreams’ and they happen to most guys,” Connor clarifies, trying to reassure his anxious friend. “Maybe you were too stressed-out as a slave on Pylea to have them.”
“But I have been free of that place for months. Why am I suddenly having them now? Do you think they are a side effect of the bite?”
“Possibly,” Connor muses, thinking that the vamp toxins could have altered Kylar’s hormones to a higher, more concentrated level. “Or you might just really need to get laid.”
“Laid?”
“Sex, Kylar. You need to have sex.”
“Will that stop the wet dreams?”
“Maybe not all together but you’ll certainly have less of them. Or you could just jack off more.”
“Jack…off?” Kylar furrows his brow in frustration, wishing he understood the American language better. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means you can touch yourself,” Connor breathes, finding that thought a huge turn-on. “Right here.”
He presses his thigh against the first teenager’s hardness again, Connor gently rubbing it just to hear him gasp once more, the demon’s lithe body lifting up off the beanbag with the friction. It’s as though Kylar’s never been touched down there before. And he probably hasn’t. If Connor keeps rubbing him like that, he could probably make the other boy come.
“You are right, Connor - I think I need to get laid,” Kylar breathes back urgently, his private parts aching and throbbing without release. “Will you show me how you have sex with Sebastian?”
“God, I can’t show you THAT,” the Destroyer groans, knowing that Sebastian, Lorne and Angel would kill him together if he took Kylar’s precious virginity, no matter how much he wants to do it. “Don’t ask me to, okay? I just can’t.”
Not wanting this experience to ever end, the excited young Pylean pushes, “Will you keep kissing me?”
“Sure. That I can do,” Connor answers in a distracted tone, swooping down to claim that beautifully-pierced pair of lips again, the two hormonally-stimulated boys pressing their bodies closer together and beginning to pant heavily between kisses.
They are so engrossed in what they’re doing, they don’t even hear the footsteps coming down the hall.
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