“I heard some clanging and was worried...figured you were having another bad day.” While his mouth remained in it’s default bored line, you heard what sounded like mild amusement. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” So your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you--one side of his mouth stood upturned. Your body temperature bubbled to a boiling. 

“You can hear that?” Please no---you were going to move. You were going to change your name, leave the country--

Those piercing eyes softened as he nodded. Taking languid steps, he brushed past you into your apartment, all the while honed onto your workbench. You debated on whether you would be able to reach the desk and hide its contents without looking like a total spaz. That thought dissipated as he, while appearing unhurried, somehow crossed the room before you could really clock his movements.

Which means he definitely got a good look at your trashed workspace and the material you were struggling with.

“Are those supposed to be penises?”  

Well...at least he sorta got what you were going for.

“There’s only two, but I wasn’t sure if they were supposed to stack or split or...I’m just going to stop talking now.” 

But Kenma’s eyes shone with patience that lacked any sort of judgement. That sensation of dry drowning skittered through your chest again when he looked at you. It was almost as if he could forcibly inject emotions onto you.

So, you told him all about your contract to illustrate a manual that explored teratophilia (heavy emphasis on monsters), but you weren't sure how to get the physiology right. You stopped yourself before revealing your own sparse sexual history. Let him think it was an issue of creativity and not...where things would go. 

“Monsters huh…” For a moment, you thought you saw something predatory flicker to life behind his eyes. In that second you were exposed mentally and emotionally. It was like you were actively projecting your thoughts and feelings to your neighbor. He smiled, but you could tell it lacked genuine mirth. “I have some reference materials that might help you out. Come over tonight and I’ll show them to you.” 

If he was expecting a reply, he didn’t wait for it. Rather, he pushed a stray chestnut streaked with honey hued hair behind his ear and excused himself with a “see ya in a few.” 

***

Every second standing in the hallway cemented the unsettled feeling weighing your stomach down. Not for the first time in the past few hours, you had to wonder at what prompted the invitation. Why would he even have monstrous anatomical references? You’d picked up on your scattered and sporadic conversations that he did something with video games. Was he a developer or graphic designer? 

The soft click of the lock on the other side of the door was the only warning before you were awash in dim light and some scent that wrapped around your anxious feelings---for a moment, all resistance thawed and your feet moved into the apartment of their own accord. 

You’d have never pegged Kenma as the type to be into candles, but their presence on every surface told a different story. They must have been the source of that smell that had you salivating. With each step, your eyes watered and any tension held in your muscles melted. 

However, that one stubborn pang of unease stayed settled in your gut--some ancient fight or flight instinct screaming at you to run. That didn’t matter--apparently. Your feet were more determined on reaching the bewitching spread of silk pillows and sheets displayed in the center of the living room. 

What remained of your rational mind had so many questions, but every single one died on your tongue when you felt Kenma’s hand cup your lower back and steer you to the intimate nest.

“I hope I did this right.” His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “This is actually my first time doing it this way.” 

Before you could respond, he’d angled your face to look at him directly. As soon as your eyes met his golden gaze, electricity skittered through your spine and ignited your every nerve ending. Your vision flickered. However, this was merely temporary--once Kenma lowered you down onto the silk sheets, every sense exploded. 

Both of your heartbeats danced along to the sound of his clothes brushing against yours. The previously unidentified smell, while still a musky mystery, had to be coming from Kenma. No candle could intoxicate you like this; all of this dizzying stimulation could only come from Kenma.

Your lips parted. In question or in demand, you had no way of knowing as his own mouth brushed along yours. His tongue gently grazed along the back of your teeth. The kiss grew more urgent with each pant and glide of his nimble fingers along your arms, your sides, your hips...and back up along the skin of your stomach. You only break apart to let him pull his shirt over his head. 

It gave you a chance to think. This wasn’t part of the plan. While you’d dreamed of this often enough, you were here for a different reason…

A dense mental fog kept you from fully grasping the situation...and the throbbing in your core kept you from being overly concerned about that. Yet, you did take this moment to concentrate on your neighbor...or who was supposed to be your neighbor.

Shimmering patches of skin glimmered in the candlelight. Were those scales? Eyes following the trail from his neck to torso and arms, you noticed he had claws. The sound of a light huff drew your attention back to his face. The huff that drew your attention back to the gaze that sealed your fate.

Like a flash of lightning strikes and strips a tree, those supernatural eyes struck you and stripped you of all bodily autonomy. Your nervous system went off-line. This should have scared you. Instead, you could feel even more slick soaking your panties. So while you weren’t able to move, your skin still accepted touch and sensation.

“I wasn’t planning on ever telling someone...but you seemed really distressed and...a little frustrated.” Pink dusted his cheeks and nose, but his stare remained fixed. Unwavering. “I figured a live demonstration was the best option.” Your core clenched again when a forked tongue flicked out to whet his lightly chapped lips.

“You can choose. If you want to continue or not, that is.” Another swipe of his otherworldly tongue had you wanting to rock your hips to get closer. “Blink once if you want me to stop; I’ll wipe your memories and we can go back to normal…”

Immediately, your eyelids fluttered with an emphatic rhythm. For whatever reason, you wanted this---had never wanted anything more. 

“Message received.” The pupils of his eyes expanded, overtaking the whites. A moment later, his gaze regained its golden shine and whatever magic kept you immobile merged into a heat in your bones and you couldn’t hold yourself back. Your mouth sought his again in a clash of lips, teeth; his tongue slipped inside with no resistance. Not to be left out, one of your hands knotted into his sloppy bun and yanked. Questions tomorrow. Pleasure today.

His forked tongue was warmer and thicker than you would have thought. Every thrust or seeking caress sent another hot flare to your core. Just this drenched your panties and had your muscles clenching in anticipation. The kiss broke this time because it was your turn to remove your shirt. No chill bothered your exposed skin. There was only searing heat. There was only you and him.

Kenma trailed a tentative clawed finger along your collarbone to the valley between your breasts before swiping his thumb over a pert nipple, seemingly testing its responsiveness. Your answering hiss must have been satisfactory since he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger before pushing his face close to blow hot breath onto the mound. From peak to base, the skin prickled. Ragged pants burst past your kiss swollen lips. 

“So sensitive,” he praised. “Mind if I really go for it?”

You would agree to anything as long as he kept touching you.

“Use your words _____.” He started to pull away and you could have wept at the loss. You weren’t there yet--he’d started this and you were willing to cross whatever fantastic finish line awaited you.

“Go for it.” Was that your voice? He’d barely begun his ministrations, but you could hear a tinge of madness---some sexual frenzy coated on each syllable. 

The chuckle that made your insides thrum was the only warning you had before those black, sharp claws sliced your sweatpants--hips to thighs. Your surprised yelp was swallowed by his mouth as he dove back to you. Your mind fuzzed once more, and you eagerly tried to kick off the scraps. There was too much separating you both. If you didn’t have skin to skin contact, you would die. Surely, that would be your end. 

The desire to survive struck and your hands battled the button and zipper of his jeans. It was your turn to feel him gasp against your lips.

Pulling away, you couldn’t help but ask, “mind if I really go for it?” While you craved nothing more than to feel his cock swell in your palm, he needed to want this as much as you did.

In lieu of a verbal response, in one fluid motion, he jerked his jeans and boxers off revealing--

Holy. Fucking....

Your eyes darted between two erect cocks. Had his touch made you drunk and you were seeing double? All words failed you--this should be off putting but your pussy dripped in greed. You could be so full...so stretched…

“If you’re scared or uncomfortable, I can alter my appearance to just show one.” Despite his monotonous tone, you could read in his eyes slight traces of insecurity. Were you the first he’d shown himself to? His awkward neighbor that’d barely had a handful of conversations over the past year? He’d mentioned something like that earlier, but at the time you didn’t know what he meant. 

The inferno under your skin dimmed to a simmer at the thought. Finally, you had enough control to take him in--all of him. And it almost hurt to really look.

A myriad of slightly upraised skin were confirmed as scales decorating his otherwise pale flesh in a breath-taking rainbow. Each flicker of candlelight seemed to prompt the various shades to alter and become richer or lighter. Kenma’s body was a kaleidoscope of wonder and you were torn on whether you wanted to taste or touch first.

The solid black claws that had already proven their power should probably have frightened you, but you held a soul deep certainty that he would never intentionally hurt you. When you allowed your gaze to meet his directly again, it was all so clear.

Brilliant eyes alternated between cat-like or reptilian in their intensity. But underneath all of this was still the withdrawn neighbor you’d been harboring feelings for all this time. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Something broke inside you when he flinched. Whatever he was, he was still the man who held your mail while you were away, would smile softly in greeting when your paths crossed, and who had come over to check on you. “Don’t hide...please.” Your fingers interlaced with his, careful of his claws, and squeezed. Your breath was held hostage until he finally squeezed back.

Your lips met again. This time in a chaste, closed kiss that was more about comfort than passion. Despite intentions, your toes curled and that heat reignited. 

Kenma pulled away first and began to pile pillows behind you. Before you could ask, he tenderly laid you down so that your head and the curve of your back were supported by the plush cushions. 

“May I taste you?” 

How can someone who sounds so shy ask something so blatant? Your answer with an involuntary buck of your hips. Just that thought of that tongue working inside you had you biting back a desperate whine. 

Gingerly, he pried your legs open and you really did plead when his claws sliced through the apex of your panties, baring you to his starved gaze. Shudders racked your body as that familiar breath ghosts over your mound. Just a little nudge would drive you into the abyss. It was agony to wait. 

And god, it was paradise when his thick tongue lapped at your clit before exploring your folds. Sobs broke past your parted lips as he feasted on your most intimate parts. Tears beaded in the corner of eyes; nails raked along his thighs, catching against the smooth, upraised flesh. Had those pillows not kept you afloat, surely you would melt into something primal and lost. 

It could have been hours or even days that he devoured and consumed, wringing orgasm after orgasm from your quivering form. Slick coated and cooled the skin of your thighs despite his best attempt to not let any past his mouth. 

You could have cursed when he pulled away from your center could have cursed as easily as thanked him for giving your overstimulated cunt a break. But the promise of penetration, of being filled was too delicious.

“Will you use both…?” You let the question hang in the air, anticipation pulsing through every nerve ending. 

He responded with a thoughtful hum. “Maybe another day...I don’t want to push too much too soon.” While most of his insecurity seemed to have faded, you wouldn’t press the matter. Besides, he implied that there would be a repeat performance to look forward to.

One hand clasped your ankle in a tight grip and angled your body so that your center was splayed akimbo to his groin. Half of your back now rested against his strong thigh. His other hand positions one of his cocks at your weeping entrance--waiting for that last grant of permission. 

“Fuck me.” Just as the last syllable left your mouth, his hips thrust forward and he sheathed himself fully inside. When he stilled to offer you time to adjust, he skimmed his other hand along your thigh to gather slick before grasping his remaining cock and giving it a harsh pump. 

“Move--please!” You craved friction. You needed him to destroy your world and rebuild a new existence. 

Each snap of his hips had you scrambling for some sort of hand hold to stay on this plane of existence. You managed to place your hand over his and take over pumping his bare cock. Hoarse pants assaulted your ears increasing in volume as Kenma neared his end. Your own climax approached. A little more---just a little--more-more-more!

Blinding, burning euphoria exploded behind your eyes as the tight curl inside you spasmed and the sensation of free falling encompassed everything. You didn’t float for long as Kenma rutted a few beats more inside you before he pulled out and his hot seed painted your abdomen and chest. 

The only sound to be heard in the post-coital serene sphere were your harmonized gasps. With a touch so gentle, soft enough to form fresh tears in the corners of your eyes, Kenma used the edges of the silk blankets to clean the proof of passion from your body. 

When he finished, he joined you in the crumpled nest, arms wrapping around your waist pulling your back to his chest. You were reluctant to fill the silence and, so it seemed, was he. Time passed until all the candles had flickered out, covering the room in darkness. 

“I hope that was at least a little helpful,” Kenma mumbled against your hair. 

You paused in your adventure of pressing fleeting, languid kisses along his shoulders. You looked directly into the golden eyes that had originally ensnared you.