I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't fucked someone like this before; I'd had lots of clients who wanted to do all sorts of things to me, and lots who liked to be commanding with me in bed.But everything feltdifferentwith Araxis, like the person I was when I was with him was new to this.And there, as he positioned my body beneath him, I felt – flayed, and it sat just on the right side of pleasure and discomfort, a place I was used to taking clients but that I rarely visited myself.
His hand settled back around my cock as I choked out a surprised sound of pleasure, his palm slick now from when he'd no doubt collected his own lubricant to make me wetter for him.His hips pressed hard against my ass.The hand on the back of my neck was gentle, like he'd promised; he held me no more firmly than he would with a hand on my shoulder, a touch to my cheek, and yet my skin absolutely buzzed with the contact.
"You like this."He curved forward against me, teeth grazing the skin of my shoulder as his hand pumped up and down, working my cock while I writhed, desperate, against him."Tell me.Tell me what I might do."It was a command, and I was eager to obey.
Icouldbe obedient.Icouldbe pliant.Icouldbe his.
"Yes, I like this," I moaned, his teeth nipping at thecaldathess."You could – You know you could fuck me like this, if you got your cock out."
"And you want that?"His voice was like a drug, buzzing against my skin.I could feel the vibration from his chest against my back; my legs were shaking as he shifted me some more, rolling my hips so that he had a better angle."You'd like to feel me inside of you."
"Yes," I hissed, desire pulsing in me like a second heartbeat.I'd wondered about how he would feel inside of me formonths,since the first time I'd laid eyes on his pretty cock.
"Do you have what we need?"he asked, breath warm against the nape of my neck.As I nodded, he said, "Tell me where to find it.Tell me what I need."Still, he stroked my dick, his grip looser, gentler, now that he wasn't bringing me to the edge.
When I struggled to find the words, he licked a stripe up the side of my neck, his fingers pressing just a little into the skin of my throat where I'd told him he could touch me."Tell me, Sashen."
Hedidfeel commanding, holding me like that; good, I wanted him to."It's – uh, there's a zippered bag in the closet, where all my stuff is.Just bring the lube.I can – I'll get myself ready."As he slid from bed and padded across the room, I rolled to my side and added, "And maybe you can get yourself off while I do that."
"Hm, I think it would be an impossible task to watch you work yourself open without touching myself."When he reappeared, materializing from the dark like a ghost, he thrust the bottle of lubricant into my hand before dropping down to the bed behind me, reaching for the nape of my neck, a familiar touch.
And having him pressed against my back like this, my face and chest turned away from him while he hovered just behind me, reminded me in a pleasant rush of that morning on the Creche Thiel ship before the Tournament, when he'd woken me up to jerk me off.The memory fizzed pleasantly through my nerves.And while I couldn't see him while I was positioned like this, I could stillfeelhim against me.And I could give him a show, no matter what.
"Did you read about the pleasure ring?"I asked.I flicked a hand, thoughtless and instinctive, to my wristband, calling up the particular sub-menu.
"Yes."Araxis's voice was hoarse, his thumb stroking my neck as he watched me; I was sure he could feel me shiver as the ring flared to life deep in my body, the muscles of my abdomen twitching."Is – Have you used it recently?"
I tapped the interface off, making a hummed affirmative sound."Since you said you were interested, I've been cycling it on a couple times a day."I fought against the impulse to squirm as I felt the vibration smooth out and taper off, "Just in case."
Say what you will about alien sex dens, but they know how to make sure their companions can be ready for sex with little preparation ahead of time.My Khedean pleasure ring had cost me objectively too much, but it had been a non-negotiable.Alet Trident wouldn't have an auvril dancer without a ring, and the principle was the same: it didn't, as a rule, get me off – although wouldn't that have been nice?– but it did assure that I could roll out of my bed and into someone else's with little trouble or forewarning.
"You will still – prepare yourself," murmured Araxis, his mouth skating against the hot skin of my shoulder."While I watch."It was a question, although he was trying to say it like a command, his thumb stuttering over the flushed skin of my throat.
I nodded, feverish under his touch."I'll do whatever you want," I breathed.I slicked up my fingers, sliding my hand back toward my hole."Have you watched videos like this?"I could probably work myself open in my sleep at this point, particularly with the ring doing most of the work for me; I hadn't trusted many clients to do it, especially not with the number of aliens who had talons or who thought that human toughness meant something closer to invulnerability.
Araxis's breath hitched, despite how dark it was in our room.Then again, his night vision was a lot better than mine.I was sure to arch my back a little more, just for him."Yes, I have seen videos," he rumbled, voice low, his teeth skimming against my skin – hungry.
"Then why don't you tell me what to do?"I said, chest tight, my heart fluttering against my ribs."Command me.Exert control."I let my fingers trace the pucker of my hole, feeling a little jolt of pleasure even at the simple touch – fuck, ithadbeen awhile – but I didn't do anything else.
"I –" Araxis started, then seemed to struggle to find words.Even his touch had stilled on my neck.
I could help with that."I bet you'd want me to start with one finger.I bet you'd want me to fuck myself open like that while you started touching yourself."
"Yes," Araxis said, his hand twitching at my neck."Yes, Sashen.Start with one finger.Touch yourself."
So I did, slipping one finger inside of my entrance as I reminded the muscles of my body how to relax when I asked them to.It felt easy to fuck myself open, bit by bit; and at the same time, it feltnew, like doing this with him,forhim, had changed the act fundamentally.As if I could see it through his eyes, his hand on my throat, his breath skating across the skin at the back of my neck.
"Are you touching yourself?"I asked, slipping my finger out.I couldn't tell: Araxis was too still behind me, too quiet except for the rasp of his breath."You should tell me about that."
"Hm.Add another."
So I did, my own entrance pliant and cooperative, relaxed and slick from the lube and the pleasure ring, and Araxis slid in closer so that I could feel his own hand shifting against his body as he brought himself off, his forearm brushing mine as I thrust my fingers into myself.I thought he was going to stay quiet, but then he said, low and urgent, "I worry sometimes that because my language lacks the words for affection you expect, that I've failed to communicate how I feel."
Not really the dirty talk I'd been expecting, but it must have worked for him judging from the way he was shifting behind me, the little catches in his breaths, how he was trembling as he crept closer and closer to his first climax.
"You are – exquisite, Sashen," he breathed against my skin, which prickled immediately with goosebumps.I twisted my fingers, pushing them in deeper, feeling myself get slick and ready for him."You are the centre of my universe.When I sayI cherish you–" in abayan, "it means something that does not translate to either of your languages.I love you–" in English, "and Idolove you –" in Standard, "and also words fail entirely.You are so –" his hand was moving more rapidly, "so generous and kind andgood, beloved.Eager to please, but all you need to do to please me is to be as you are.You're utterly perfect, Sashen, and – you're mine."The fingers of his hand spasmed just a little against my neck, and I let a breathy moan escape my lips.
Those words, like little bursts of starfire, were better than caresses, better than his mouth on my skin."I'm yours," I panted, still pumping my own fingers into my hole, although they were nowhere near sufficient, just stretching me open for what would come."Entirely.I'myours– and I'm ready.I want your cock inside of me.I want you to fill me up.I want – I want to be your first and your only.I don't want anyone else to ever touch you; I don't want anyone else to ever touch me.I want – only you.Onlyus.Nothing else.The two of us forever."And I knew I was babbling; I knew it was fantasy, just pillow talk; Iknewthat,andI was shocked to realize that there was a part of me that meant it.That I couldn't imagine anyone else touching me; I didn'twantthat.I wanted Araxis with an intensity that felt hungry, elemental,possessive.
