“What?”
“One touch, one place—” I gasp, grinding harder, clinging to his shoulders. “One spot is too much, like…like a pinprick or stab wound. Distributed, the sensation is…is dispersed…”
Kaelion lets out this choked, pleasured sound, then cups the back of my head as I pant into his mouth. And yeah…yeah, his hands aren’t overwhelming now.
It’s just him. Him, surrounding me, that makes me feel better.
“Explain,” he rasps.
I nod against his lips. “It’s like…I don’t fry out because it’s everywhere. You’re notoverloadingone node—you’re…bufferingthe signal. Like a multi-point dampener. God—this is what the device was missing.”
He pulls back enough to study me, pupils blown. “Localized input,” he says, “could never account for systemic neural feedback. You’d get pain spikes, sensory rejection, signal dropout.”
“Exactly,” I breathe, reaching between us to tug at the waistband of his briefs. “But if we design it todistribute—tooverlapcontact points instead of isolate them?—”
“—then we stabilize the signal,” he finishes, helping me shove the fabric down his hips. “And…”
I think he says something else, but I’m too fixated on what’s between us.
His cock—springing free of his briefs, heavy against my lower belly…alien.
Alien, and turquoise like the rest of him, turning pink, then neon yellow at the tip. Plus—jesus, he’s got extras? These like…little soft hooks on either side, like they’re designed to stretch.
He holds me close as he stretches out on the bed, taking one calf into his hand, kissing along the inside of my shin. He settles in between my legs, so close that he can kiss me into silence if he has to…
And when he looks at me, all the pressure is gone. All the science, all the theories, all the desperation ofonly you can help me here.
Right now, it’s just me wanting him.
Him wanting me.
…I hope.
“You want this,” he rasps, “right?”
“God yes,” I breathe.
Then he begins to press inside me…and I think this is what my brain has beencravingever since that night when I came on the floor of the lab.
Him touching me everywhere. Not just in one, agonizing spot.
All over.
My breath stutters, my hands claw at the sheets, and my whole body arches to meet him because the pressure—god, the pressure isright. Deep and spreading and grounding in a way that makes my head go blissfully quiet.
“Yes,” Kaelion murmurs, awe slipping through the discipline. “That’s—good. That’s very good.”
He keeps moving, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. I feel those little hooks, softer than expected, move to help stretch me for him.
It…helps, actually. Feels good.
So,sofucking good.
And I’m not coming again yet, which is oddly a relief.
We just…exist like that for a moment. My heartbeat syncs with his. I can feel it under my hands where they’ve slid down to his chest, where that silver plate mars the smooth plane of his skin.
“Any pain?” he asks quietly.
