If you'd have told me a year ago that I'd want nothing more than for a space prince to pull my hair and bite my neck, I'd have thought that was a distinct possibility.If you'd have told me that he'd also say the softest, sweetest things to me and that I'd be entirely in love with him, that I would feel safe in his hands and would swear to keep him safe in mine, I'd have laughed you out of the fucking den.
"Yes," I gasped out as he tipped his head down, tracing lines down the column of my throat with his teeth.My skin was tight and hot, my cock thickening as he held me with such certainty, as he pressed fevered kisses against the vulnerable skin of my neck.Then, my voice hoarse, lips tingling as his teeth scraped against the base of my neck, "Will you –"
"Give you thecaldathess," Araxis murmured.He bit down gently,sogently, his teeth barely making an indent on my skin – as soft as a kiss."Yes.If you will permit it."
"Yes," I hissed, desire throbbing beneath my skin.It felt like all the universe had narrowed down to the wet heat of his mouth on my neck, the barely-there pressure of his teeth, like all of the desire coursing through me had pooled at that single place.
"Hm."The hand in my hair shifted a little as he tilted my head away from him, so that the expanse of skin beneath his mouth was wider, more open – ripe for the picking.I could hear, as if underwater, the sound of the chains in my ears tinkling together; I could hear the steady drumbeat of my own pulse, tempo speeding up."I will mark you when I make you come.You'll like that, yes?"
Fuck.Fuck, yes I'd fucking like that.My tongue darted out to my lower lip, and some set of muscles somewhere in my chest started trembling as he held me, kneeling over me, my head tugged back with his mouth on my throat.
And then Araxis let me go and sat back down, folding his hands primly in his lap like he hadn't just ruined me with a kiss and some hair-pulling and what didn't evencountas dirty talk.He blinked serenely as I stared at him, wide-eyed.The corner of his mouth twitched as he suppressed a pleased smile.
"I will put away the dishes," he said."Then perhaps you might unbraid my crest, and we could shower together?"
"Alright," I said, hoarse.I would have done anything he asked, then, my cock painfully hard in my soft lounge pants.
His stare scraped over my body as he sat, unbothered and composed, and his smile grew sharper."I will be back soon."And then he stood, gathering up the dishes on a tray as if this were any other day, and he ambled from the room, closing the door behind him.
I sat there, body throbbing, and rubbed a hand over my mouth.My fingers traced down the line of my throat where Araxis's mouth had been; they rested over the spot where he'd mark me, where his mark had once been.I'd lied to Nizanin when I said that the mark meant ownership to me.I knew I'd been lying, but this was the first moment I really understood why.
In fact, what it felt like wasbelonging.Indelible proof that he had chosenme.That he belonged tome, and I belonged tohim: not ownership – belonging.
I stood on shaky legs and drifted aimlessly about the room.What did I do with myself while I was waiting for him?I surveyed our bedroom, anticipation buzzing beneath my skin.I made the bed.I rotated his potted plant a half-turn to keep its growth even.I stood at the window in a beam of fake sunlight, staring out at the park beyond.Had I ever fucked anyone under the pretense of sunlight?I hadn't.Why did that make me feel nervous, almost?Even when we'd fucked on broadcast, I hadn't felt shy or hesitant or – exposed.Why did I feelshythis time?
The door to the room opened as I was rubbing my thumb across my lower lip.I heard Araxis's soft footsteps behind me, muffled on the carpet.His hand settled at my hip, and his touch was electric – like it had been at first, like it was all new again.But when had his touch ever been anythingbuta jolt of energy?Sizzling energy crackling along unseen wires.
I shivered, but it wasn't from the cold.It was pure frisson, all anticipatory pleasure, a flood of sensation as his other hand trailed from the bare skin of my neck down the length of my spine.
I turned, and Araxis smiled at me as he nudged me backwards so that my shoulders hit the wall between the windows.He had put me exactly where I'd shoved him a few weeks before, and judging from the wicked glimmer in his dark stare, he'd done it on purpose.
One of his legs slid forward, slotting between my thighs, as his body crowded against mine.His head tilted as he studied me, stare fixed on my mouth as my breath hitched, his body pressed hard against the length of my cock, which throbbed every time he shifted his weight."Would you undo my braid?"he asked, taking my wrist, lifting my hand to rest against the tight plait of his crest.
I nodded, leaning forward so that I could reach the end of his braid.He pressed into me, his skin smelling intoxicatingly of incense and spice.For a moment, it was all I could do to let my eyes flutter shut as I pressed my cheek against the side of his face.
He moved again, mouth back to the column of my throat, his tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive skin there.He traced the line of my jaw, biting and sucking and kissing every inch of skin as I started to undo his crest with trembling fingers.All the while, his thigh ground against me, his hips pinning me in place, while my body flushed hotter, my breath growing more ragged.
"Is this distracting you?"he murmured against my larynx, my skin buzzing with the feel of his voice against me."You are being rather slow."
I huffed out a breath, and was pleased when he shivered against me as my breath skated across his skin."If you touched me right now, I think I'd probably come immediately," I ground out."Soyes, Araxis, it's a little distracting.It's beenawhile."
He pried his body off of mine, adding the barest sliver of distance even as his mouth continued to map the skin of my throat; at least without his hip pressed directly against my cock, I might be able to avoid coming in my pants."Hm."The familiar sound thrummed against my skin, electric."I thought you said you would be fine with a protracted break.You have two hands and a vivid imagination, yes?"
My fingers started working a bit more steadily on his braid, carefully undoing the twisting and tucking of his crest."There's protracted and then there'sprotracted."He trilled against me, my skin vibrating beneath his mouth."And how have you enjoyed your return to celibacy?"I asked, pretending that even thesmellof him wasn't making my cock ache.
Araxis pushed himself off the wall and away from me as I finished with the last twist of his crest.All at once, his mane of quills – the ombre of white to brown to black – rippled behind him in a sonorous rush."In truth," he admitted, "I have found it very challenging.Do you know how often I have woken in the night with your body curled against mine, drenched with wanting?I have been grateful to have a private hygiene room so close at hand."And then, clearly pretending he hadn't just flushed the prettiest pink in the universe, he turned and headed toward that same hygiene room where apparently he'd been going to jerk off in the middle of the night while I slept.
I leaned against the wall for a moment, chest heaving from the particular dimensions of that mental image, and then I followed after him.
In the bathroom, he flicked the shower on so that the room grew warmer and more humid by the minute, while he manoeuvred me into place against the counter.He pulled at the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head as I moved, pliant under his touch.His fingers untangled the knotted ties at my waist while he pressed kisses to my mouth, my throat, my clavicle.His tongue flicked against one pebbled nipple, and I made a startled sound.He licked again, firmer, more intentional, and evenIwas surprised at the little flare of pleasure.
He glanced up at me, eyes glinting."I read about that in a book your friend sent to me," he said, self-satisfied.Then, smile growing sharper, "I have read about many things we might do, Sashen.There are so many things to try."
It was as if he'd punched me right in my diaphragm, like he'd just knocked the wind out of me."And you saidIlike to be well-informed," I tried, but I couldn't be expected to make much of a joke when my voice was tight with arousal and also my alien boyfriend was kneeling on the bathroom floor in front of me, tracing the shape of my cock with his long, white fingers while he looked up at me hungrily through his fringe of dark lashes.Humour wasn't exactly at the top of my priority list at that particular moment in time.
Araxis tugged at the waist of my pants, easing them down so that the fabric dragged, agonizingly slow, over my cockhead.My hands were braced on the counter behind me, knuckles whitening.He gave my pants another tug, firmer, and my cock sprang free, a little whimper of relief escaping my lips.
Araxis's eyes were big and black as he stared up at me.He curled his long fingers around the hard length of my dick, right at the base, and leaned in, tracing his tongue along the shape of my shaft, probing and exploring.
