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Will laughed, cheeks hot. Never in his life would he have imagined having a conversation like this. “I mean, I guess? But we’ve never had it any different. I agree, a slit like you have would be better.”

Will was still looking down at it, curious. Itori was not small, and he wondered how his cock fit inside the slit. How deep it went.

“You are interested?” Itori asked. “You can touch.”

Will startled, like he’d been caught.

“Oh, I mean that’s–that’s okay,” he stumbled.

“You do not want to?” There was something softer in his tone, almost teasing. “Your heartbeat says otherwise.”

Will swallowed hard. “I was just wondering how it worked.”

“Let me show you,” Itori said, and reached for his hand.

It wasn’t that Will didn’t want to touch. He always wanted to touch Itori. He just didn’t want to cross lines he shouldn’t, didn’t want to hurt him.

But then Itori was guiding his fingers to the nearly closed slit, and Will let all those worries fall to the side.

The first touch was warm and slippery. Itori’s natural lubricant was oily and it resisted water.

“Curl your fingers,” Itori instructed. “The slit extends up.” He motioned on his own body as to where.

Will curled his fingers.

“You won’t hurt me,” Itori said. Then he coaxed a little farther, and Will’s fingers slid inside.

It was hot inside his slit. Will made a caught sound somewhere between surprise and arousal. The whole area pulsed around his fingers. Will almost tore his fingers free in surprise.

“If you feel up against the front wall,” Itori instructed. His tone had drifted into lower registers, like this was affecting him too.

Will did as instructed, moving his fingers blind in the space. He ran into something firmer than the spongy walls, and moved his fingers up it. There were ridges.

Itori’s cock.

He traced farther up, finding the tip. It was somehow different like this, feeling it inside Itori. He was so much more aware of the texture, of the hot slick that covered it. He swallowed hard as he traced down the length and back up.

“Wow,” Will said, voice thick.

“We can mate inside,” Itori said. He took hold of Will’s wrist and moved it, drawing his fingers out and then plunging back in. Will felt the ridges of his cock slide across the pads of his fingers.

“O-oh,” Will said. They’d had exchanges over a dozen times now, but this was doing something else to him. It felt intimate to have his fingers inside Itori. To be touching him like this.

He started moving his fingers slowly, pulling out just to slide back in, crooking them to feel where Itori’s cock was. The slit grew slicker as he did so, that dark sheen spilling out and down his scales. The sharp tang of oranges filled the air.

“Ah,” Itori said suddenly and moved his own hand to the top of his slit, pushing down. “It wants to come back out,” he said in explanation.

Will was mesmerized, watching his fingers slide in and out of that wet slit. “You don’t want it to?” The next time his fingers slid out, he found the head of Itori’s cock, which had moved. It was now right beneath Itori’s fingers, trying to escape.

“What do you want?” Itori asked. He sounded compressed, like he was trying not to add any more to that.

Will met his eyes. “I want as much of you as I can have,” Will said. “I–” His thoughts went to later, went to the small hours of the night where he often found himself back in his bed, aching to be still with Itori. “I want to stay longer. All night.”

It would be hell on him tomorrow without sleep, but time with Itori was dwindling. He didn’t want to miss a second.

“Then stay,” Itori said. “Stay until dawn. No one comes here before sunrise.”

“Okay,” Will said. “Will you tell me when I should leave?” Will wasn’t sure he was good enough at tracking the shades of the night into dawn.