WARNING:  Mature content.  Please skip this chapter if you're below 18 or if you're an adult who doesn't care for explicit sexual language.  Thank you!

Kimmon's POV

"Yes, I do have a boyfriend, and that boyfriend is you."

It didn't matter to me whether Copter said those words to mock me or because he had felt cornered.  The moment I heard those words, all my emotions that I had carefully kept in check for the past several days just came bursting out of me.

I made quick work of the buttons of his pajama top and took if off him, laying his chest deliciously bare to me.  I alternated between circling his nipples with my tongue and sucking on them.  His loud protests quieted down into purring sounds, his sharp claws digging into my back, branding my back with fiery pain.

I trailed kisses from the side of his neck, down to the crook at its base, then down the middle of his chest, circling the inside of his navel with the tip of my tongue.  I went up and down his chest twice before I settled on his soft delicious lips. I sucked on his lower lip then his upper lip before digging inside his mouth with my diligent tongue.

I reached inside the waistband of his pajama bottom.

He held my hand. "No, please," he whispered.  It was an earnest plea and I understood that he wasn't prepared to take things any further.

The fire inside me got quenched by my desire to respect his wishes.  Maybe, hopefully, another time.

Copter's POV

He flung my pajama top somewhere, anywhere, in the room.  I saw it flying in the direction of the foot of the bed.  He didn't seem to hear my protests and I couldn't raise my voice any louder for fear of it getting heard through the thin walls of the other two rooms.  Our room was sandwiched between Bas' and P'Tee's rooms.

When I felt his tongue on my nipple I got distracted by the delicious sensation it was giving me.  I forgot about my protests and I couldn't help drawing in my breath and making little moans. When he sucked on it the intensity of my pleasure increased and I helplessly clung to his back.

"P'Kim.....P'Kim....." I heard myself softly calling his name over and over as I felt his wet tongue on the side of my neck, making a hot trail down the middle of my chest, stopping to say hello to the inside of my navel, then back up again, up to chin, and into my mouth.  He sucked on my bottom lip and then my upper lip, sending more and more delicious sensations never before felt because I had never been kissed before, much less having my nipples and my chest tasted by someone's hot wet tongue.

I felt some kind of fear knock on my brain amid the pleasurable sensation he was giving me when I felt his hand making its way into my pajama bottom.  My instinct was warning me to stop him from going any further.  At that moment, I realized that he had not said a word about what he was feeling for me.  Did he love me as I loved him, or had he just been giving in to sexual desire.

I placed my hand on top of his and pleaded, "No, please."