"As I said," he murmured, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, his crest rustling behind him, "over-eager."
And then he stepped forward, slinging his leg back over my hips to straddle my lap."Araxis," I breathed, his name sweet on my tongue.I could feel my cock nudging against his slit, and we hadn't – we'd never – Most abaya didn'thavepenetrative sex, the cultural weight too heavy and frightening, and it wasn't something that I needed in order to feel satisfied –
Araxis ground his hips forward, the length of his slit rubbing against the underside of my dick, pinning my length to my stomach, and I groaned into his shoulder.He was so wet against me.Every inch of my body crackled with heat and electricity, like I was lit up from the inside.I shifted my arm, reaching my hand down to touch him instead.
He caught my wrist and pinned it up against the wall behind us.His eyes were black holes I was happy to lose myself in, pulled into a thousand atomic pieces under his unflinching stare."Believe me when I tell you," he murmured against my mouth."I want to.Can I?"His hips stuttered against me, slit rubbing his slick all over the length of my cock, slippery and hot.Aspike of heathookedthe soft flesh of my belly, and my eyelids fluttered, beyond my control.
Believe me, he insisted, and I really didn't care about whatkindof sex we had; I just wanted to be close to him, I wanted to feel his body against mine, I wanted to get lost in his eyes, to dissolve into a thousand pieces until every last atom that had ever felt alone was obliterated and I was held entirely by the thrumming connection between us.I nodded, and Araxis licked into my mouth again, shifting his weight as he pressed his body down, my cock sliding into the tight heat of him like we were made for each other.
I stopped breathing for a moment as he settled on to me, taking me to the root.Araxis sucked in a sharp breath, a surprised sound.My free hand slid around his hips, resting in the small of his back."Is that okay?"I mumbled against his lips, voice strained.I fought with everything I had not to move against him, although I could feel the muscles of his channel twitching and shivering as he made the tiniest movements.Exploring, testing the boundaries of this sensation.
"Yes," he hissed."Yes.It is better thannice."
He stared down into my eyes, intense, and in that moment, Iwas surewe finally understood each other again.Like we were tethered on a level that no one outside of this shuttle could touch, not ever.
Araxis rocked his hips against me, slow at first, then picking up speed as he sucked in sharp, pleased breaths.One hand stayed wrapped around my wrist, which was pinioned above my head; the other came to rest at the base of my neck, possessive, certain, while his hips ground against me, his weight shifting as his slit pulsed and quivered around my cock.Instead of thrusting up into him, I stayed deeply seated, our bodies shifting in micro-movements as he rolled and squirmed against me.Pleasure surged through me in waves, my skin feeling too sensitive, flashing hot and then crashing into chills.Hisfingertips dug intothe skin of my neck, and a whine escaped my throat.
"Kiss me," I breathed."Please."
He slid his mouth against mine, hips still grinding, chest heaving beneath his thin shirt as he rode me, chasing his own pleasure.He licked into my mouth, possessive,his fingers tracing hardlines up and down the length of my throat, as if memorizing the feeling of my skin beneath his grip.
I could hear the wet sound of our bodies moving together, and it might have been the death of me.He rocked his hips back and forward, faster, the movements growing unsteady, sharp, needy.I could feel the rumble in his chest, the deep purr echoing beneath my own ribs."Come for me," I hissed against his mouth."I want you to come with my cock inside you."
A sharp, shocked sound escaped his mouth, and then Araxis jerked, his channel tightening like a vise for a moment as a flood of slick gushed around my cock.His hand released my wrist, bracing instead against my shoulder – hard, tight.I moaned as his channel gripped my cock, spasming around me; I tore my mouth away from his, sucking in a hard, shaking breath,fighting against the spill of pleasure cresting inside of me.The vise of his channel slackened, just slightly, as the pink plate above shifted to release his cock, gleaming in the dim light of the shuttle.
I tipped my head back towards his, pressed a kiss to the side ofhisthroat."Can I fuck you like this too?"I asked, voice low, feeling almost drunk with how wet he was around me, the way his pretty pink cock was nudging against my stomach at this position, howhe wasstill quivering around my length.
"Hm."Araxis dropped his head down, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my shoulder while his quills rippled in a sensuous cascade behind him."I don't know, Sashen.Canyou?"
My other hand dropped to his waist, fingers digging divots into his white skin."Anything for you," I murmured, and then I thrust up into him, gently at first.
The first few thrusts punched out a soft sound from his throat, his cock bumping against my stomach, leaving a trail of gleaming wetness against my skin.Araxis mouthed the skin of my neck, skimming his teeth over the side of my throat.
"Do it."I pumped up into him, a little more forcefully, and felt his whole body shudder against me."I want you to leave a mark."And then I shifted his body, just slightly, so that I could get more leverage, and I started thrusting into him in earnest.My hips snapped up in a quick rhythm, hard and certain, and the shocked, pleased sound that whined out of him made heat curl tight in my belly.I felt his teeth skim back to the juncture of my shoulder and neck, and then the sharp sensation of his bite, chased by the soothing swipe of his tongue.
"Touch yourself," I groaned, eager to watch as I snapped my hips upward, pounding into him as he pulsed wet and ready around me.
He reached down and fisted his own pink length in his pale hand, holding it in place so that it was the power of my thrusts that rubbed his own cock through his grip.I moaned, watching the sight of him, how his dick dripped slick between his own fingers, his channel tightening around meeverytime I slid intohim.
"Tisqen," he groaned into my shoulder."Sashen, I'm close, I'm –"
I knew he was, and I shifted ever so slightly so that I could get a deeper thrust.I buried myself in him once, twice, three times, his gasp sharp and delighted as his cock slid through his own fist.
I came hard, my orgasm ripping through my body with the force of an exploding star.I emptied myself into him, come flooding him as his channel clamped down around me; the pressure, how hot and wet and tight he was, made my hips jerk again, my orgasm seeming to continue on and on as he came in spurts of glistening slick across my stomach.
I sucked in a hard breath, dizzy."Oh," I said, reeling.My hands were still grasping his hips, hard enough to bruise, so I released him and trailed my fingers up and down his sides, over his ribs – gentle, so gentle."You areperfect, Araxis.You're everything."
He leaned back, slow, and stroked his come-slick hand down the side of my face, dropping it farther to touch the mark stinging on my neck."Thank you," he said softly.As if he had anything to be thankingmefor.
I reached and pulled his hand to my mouth, kissing the centre of his palm.My cock was still seated deep him in, so he carefully pulled away and stepped off of me.I was covered in his slick, and I knew that my come would be dripping down his thigh as he stood and got dressed, as we went back upstairs to our rooms.
I wasn't, by nature, a possessive person, but something about the thought scratched at some itch deep inside of me, the same way that I felt a primal satisfaction knowing he had left a bite mark in my skin.
I'm yours; you're mine.And it might not be forever – it wouldn't be, I finally understood that – but at least it was for now.
I begrudgingly rose, stepping back into my own pants as Araxis looped his waist ties carefully in place.I reached out and tugged him in close, pressing another kiss to his sweet mouth, my hands raising to cradle his face.To show him, through touch at least, how much he meant to me.When we broke apart, his stare was soft, his hands at my waist tender.
"I wish we could stay here," I murmured as I stared deep into his eyes.
