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Caelum flushed at Mykia’s words. They were just fooling around, kisses taken and given in turn. But the way she breathed out the words, slightly frustrated but otherwise so utterly absentmindedly, as if it were an every day thing, had him embarrassed. He had always found comfort in overdressing, hating the ways his scars weren’t the same colors. It was to be expected with his job.
Expectations didn’t lessen the sting.
Perhaps Mykia saw the look in his face, because she’s slowing down, a huff escaping her mouth.
“Hey. Hey.” She patted his face not unlike someone would grope for light in the dark. “I’m not gonna force you to get naked. Do you want to get naked?” Caelum hesitated but then shook his head. “Fair. What do you want to do?”
This wasn’t a yes or no question, no was it so easily answered. They’d messed around before, with and without Uzdar*, but had never done anything serious. No penetration. No touching each other’s genitals. No nudity.
(Technically, he had seen both his roommates naked. They didn’t believe very strongly in clothes. Or in having sex in privacy instead of being fucking exhibitionists who definitely should not be allowed near fucking chandeliers.)
They could grind on each other until they came. They could kiss for a little bit longer and then go find Uzdar to get Mykia off. Caelum could kiss Mykia as she got herself off.
There were a lot of possibilities, but Caelum surprised the both of them by stammering out that he wanted to go down on her. She blinked at him, greens of her eyes slowly being swallowed by her dilating pupils. Her smile that followed was slow. Like a cat that had caught the canary.
“You sure?” Caelum nodded his assent, and then Mykia’s clothes were gone. One day he would have to categorize all the powers she had, but right now it let him go directly to business. He lowered himself to his knees, getting ready to start. As he pushed aside her pubic hair- she was not exaggerating when she called it her ‘bush’- he stopped.
She had two vaginas, both of which were horizontal? He looked up, slightly confused. And the confusion kept coming when the vaginas suddenly were penises instead. And when there was one of each, flipping back and forth.
“I’m a goddess. Why would I be restricted to certain genitals? Can’t change their size or color, though, sorry.” She smiles, cupping his cheek and stroking with her thumb. “Which do you want?”
“One of each.” He mumbles the words, half expecting her to not be able to hear and to make him repeat. But he gets his wish.
His last thought before he focuses himself is that if he’s the only bottom in this room he’s going to have a hell of a ride.