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“That’s okay,” I told him sincerely.

“Not that I’m phallocentric or anything,” he blurted in a rush, tilting his face up to the water.

Huh?

“Okay,” I said slowly, then gave him a small smile when he finally looked at me. “It doesn’t matter. Seriously. And anyway, there might be a way. Surely other demiurgus and humans have had sex before, right? I know it’s not at all common, but it can’t have never happened.”

“Yeah,” he said with a thoughtful frown. “I could look into it. If you want to… do that.”

Was he suddenly going a little shy? I snorted and looked at him. “If I want your dick inside me, you mean?”

His eyes darkened in a rush as he stared at me, his face spikes flexing. His gaze meandered down my front and locked on to my pussy as his tongue darted out to swipe at his lips.

“Yeah.” His voice was rough.

“If there’s a way, then yes.” I smiled at him. “But if there’s not a way, it really doesn’t matter.”

“Okay.” He finally looked up, blinking at me as determination settled over his features, then said, “I just have to… Take as long as you want.”

A little startled, I said, “Sure,” and watched as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a big, fluffy towel from the heated rack. After towelling off his hair, he wrapped it around his hips, gave me a distracted smile, then padded out of the bathroom after swiping up the pile of his gym clothes.

I finished washing up then turned the shower off. Stepping out onto the mat, I rolled my eyes when I realised he hadn’t got a towel out for me. Treading carefully over to the tall cupboard in the corner, I pulled it open and grabbed the top one on a stack, but paused when I noticed the pattern on the one beneath it.

Frogs again. I smiled to myself as I looked at it, rubbing the towel I’d grabbed over my hair. Did he have a thing for frogs? That was unexpected, and kind of cute.

Or maybe not cute. If his bedroom was covered floor to ceiling in frog-themed items, I’d possibly get a little concerned.

If he had a cartoon frog quilt on his bed, I decided I’d leave.

As I dried off, I looked at the pile of my clothes on the floor. Should I put them back on? They were sweaty from the gym, and besides… I’d come here to have sex.

After tucking the towel around me, I folded them up, grabbed my shoes, and left the bathroom to put them by my bag in the vestibule. Wondering where Nuni was, I glanced into the living area and saw him sitting on the couch, frowning down at his phone.

“Everything alright?” I asked cautiously as I made my way over.

He jolted and looked up. “Oh, yeah, fine. Just trying to get hold of my brother Greid.”

Sitting down beside him, I tightened the towel around my chest and awkwardly asked, “Has something come up? I can go—”

“No,” Nuni blurted, dropping his phone on the coffee table. “Definitely not. I just wanted to ask him something. He, uh… he’s dating a human. So I thought…”

“Oh.” After a pause, I reached out and rested my hand on his knee. “It really doesn’t matter if we can’t fuck that way, Nuni.”

“Yeah, of course. I swear I’m not phallocentric,” he said again.

I chuckled. “Okay.”

“And I’m not… I’m up for trying new things.” His ears fluttered as he darted a look at me.

I smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” He sounded a little uncertain. After swallowing, he repeated, “Yes. Totally.”

I let my fingers slip under the edge of his towel, trailing my hand up his thigh. “Well that’s good to know. But it’s not like we have to get too adventurous if we don’t want to.”

“I’m adventurous, dude.” He jutted out his chin before his breath left him in a rush as my hand reached the top of his inner thigh, my knuckles brushing his sac.

A tiny smile played over my mouth. The more he said it, the less I believed Nuni had ever done anything he would consider ‘wild’ in bed. But that was fine.