Page 21 of Gemini

By the end of it, we were finishing up in the same way we did last night. His body hugged tight around me, our sweaty bodies smearing paint between us. I’d already came five minutes before him, the cum adding to the liquid that helped spread the paint. He’d came, his body tight around mine like I was a workout machine and he needed prying away from it.

“Nothing is ever going to top this,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.

“Can you uncuff me so I can wrap my arms around you?”

“Sure.”

It was a relief to have my hands free, but the excitement of having them in cuffs were the entire reason I’d came earlier than I should have. I liked knowing that Oscar could and would do anything with me, and how I was exposed, naked, and only mildly afraid, but that was because he was an orc and I had to be scared.

“We’re gonna have to live in the tub after this,” he whispered in my ear. “You’ve got so much paint on you, and these sheets too.” He let out a little chuckle.

“I don’t mind being green.”

“I can tell you liked it,” he said, stroking the side of my face.

“Maybe next time you I can be blindfolded, and you can also cuff my legs.”

“Next time,” he said, kissing me harder, almost like he was trying to see how much paint transferred from him to me. “I like next time. You’ll have to tell me when you’re free.”

I kept my arms around him. I didn’t want to stop holding or hugging him. I didn’t know if there was even going to be a next time, or whether he was just agreeing with me to make me feel like there was a next time. “We’ll have to get more green paint.”

“I don’t think—”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be thinking too much about another date.”

He lifted his head to meet my gaze. “What do you mean? I hope there’s another time. I just don’t think we’ll need as much green paint next time, or any. I’m not sure green is my color.”

“Oh. Yeah, we could try blue, but that would start up my Avatar kink, and I’m not sure you’re tall enough to pull that off,” I said.

“I absolutely could.”

“Really?”

He took my hand and force his pinky finger around my pinky finger. “Yes,” he said. “I’ll do anything for a good time.”

I giggled uncontrollably. “Stop.”

“Nope, I won’t stop,” he said. “But I—I guess this means we’re dating now then.”

Right there and then my heart could’ve stopped or given out. I wasn’t opposed to it, but I figured he would be. He didn’t seem like someone who would commit to dating, or even a monogamous life.

“What about all your countries?” I asked.

We held eye contact for a little longer, probably so he could attempt to read my mind. “I don’t think anyone else could give me what you’ve already given me.”

“I already told you, I tested negative,” I joked.

“You know what I mean. You’re open with me, gapingly open. I’m kidding, but I like you, Spence. And I want to keep getting to know you, and all those ideas you have about different ways to have sex.”

“So, you like me?”

“Absolutely. Is that what you needed to hear?”

My face blushed, in fact, my entire body was filling with heat. I couldn’t stop giggling under the weight of his body pinning my down. “I like you, Spence. And I want to date you.”

“I accept.” I craned my neck and kissed him. “And that also means you’ll spot me in the gym too.”

“Yeah, on the lowest weights,” he said, kissing me back.With his grip on my body, he rolled me over until I was on top. “Because I don’t want you getting any more muscle than this. I might not be able to take your body if you get any stronger,” he teased, squeezing my arms.