Justin didn’t even make a sound, only froze in place, hips lifting, whole body shuddering with bliss. White heat spilled out over Kris’s hand, his own stomach, bare skin. He lay in place trembling after.
Kris bent down and kissed the tip of him, sticky and sweet, and licked traces of climax from his stomach. Justin moaned, sounding dazed, lost in ecstasy.
Kris petted him for a moment. Yanked off his own last remaining irritants of clothing. Came back.
Justin’s eyes were open and approving. “Oh, hi…”
“Now who’s staring?”
“I’m appreciating. I think I had this dream, once…more than once…you’re perfect. Everything I ever wanted.” Justin bit a lip, vulnerable and disheveled and newly embarrassed. “I never thought you could want someone like me. Even if I’d been human.”
“You’re human.” Kri
