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“As it did last time,” Itori said. “Except you will be able to tell me what you like this time.”

Right. Right.

“Okay,” Will said, feeling more out of his league now than he had yesterday.

Itori made a low, fluting sound. Claws grazed over Will’s nipples, and Will gasped.

“I-I like that,” Will forced out.

“Good,” Itori said. “The exchange can only be willingly given.”

Right. Okay. He was willing, if the way his body arched into Itori’s touch was any indication.

Then those scaled hands slid lower, back to his hips. This time there was no fabric barrier to stop him.

Will couldn’t help it, and looked down.

He’d seen the slit when Itori had been standing, but it was more prominent now, beginning to open. The pale shape of Itori’s cock was pushing out.

Will remembered the feel of it in his hand. The thick, long length that had dwarfed his own when it had slid all the way out. It had been so wet, the lubricant viscous and stringy. It was starting to leak out of the slit, glistening in the moonlight.

Itori pulled him closer. His cock was over half out now, dripping gobs of clear liquid everywhere. Itori shifted him forward again, and his cock bobbed against Will’s own, smearing it in fluid. It was so, so wet.

Will’s cock twitched, and he bit his lip at how arousing it was to see it, to feel its hot length alongside his own.

Itori’s hand then reached between them and curled around the both of them. Will hissed as the pressure and slippery heat ricocheted through him. His hand found Itori’s shoulder to steady himself, he was lightheaded.

Itori started a slow stroke from tip to base, his big hand encompassing both of them. The slck of the friction was loud.

Will forced a breath into his lungs.

“Good?” Itori asked. Will bobbed his head. “More or less?”

“I–um. Same?” Will said, pushing the words out. “I’m–I’m close.” Itori wasn’t doing it at all like Will would to get himself off, but the novelty was twisting him around.

“Close?” Itori asked, but his voice had dropped into deeper registers, his accent thickening.

“Means–I’m close to finishing. To–” His fingers tapped against Itori’s scales trying to summon the bravery to use words he’d never before said aloud.

“Already?” Itori asked.

Another flush of heat went through Will. Yes, already.

“This is good?” Itori asked when Will said nothing.

“Ah, um. I just–I don’t want it to be over too fast.” He was certain he’d heard about that being bad.

“I can already taste your energy, do not worry,” Itori assured him, his other hand stroking gently at Will’s hip.

Will swore and dropped his head onto Itori’s shoulder as another wave of pleasure rippled through him. After a lifetime of not being touched, he was being undone.

Itori kept stroking, kept holding him. Even the steadying touch made Will feel something. Water rippled around them, and he couldn’t stop hearing their cocks moving together.

“I just–I just don’t want it to be over already,” Will whispered, a confession that said too much.

“It won’t be,” Itori said, “not if you don’t want it to be. I will touch you whenever you want.”

That caught in his throat. How could Itori offer that so easily? There was no judgement, no shame.