His claws journeyed up the inside of Chad’s legs as he kissed him just below the navel. He closed his eyes as he felt the small opening between hairiness, the part of Chad he always seemed drawn to, with the pointed, but not sharp, end of his gripper.
Wait! How could he feel? Tucker concentrated as he touched him there again. He knew because of the difference in give against the tool, focusing on that, sensing it, was almost like feeling. He didn’t say anything, not then, but rather just paid more attention as he spread the wide V of Chad’s legs even more and ventured deeper in, noticing resistance and give, the slickness inside: everything but the warmth he wished he could sense. At the same time, he took Chad’s hard organ in his mouth. Experiment over. He could “feel,” between his brain
