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My cocks are fully extended now, Luca sitting astride one of my thighs, stroking them together, his other hand on his own cock. The sight of it has me nearly sobbing with desire, a foreign feeling, something I have never experienced.

My hand escapes the ruined cushion, and I curl it around his neck, pulling him up against me, finding his lips with my own.

The way he kisses me, like he wants to own me, needs to possess me, has me tunneling my tongue down his throat. I feel him swallow around it as he continues to stroke me, twisting his wrist in a way that has me nearly coming undone.

He does not let up, and I’m not sure that I could stop right now. He is much stronger than me in this moment. He pushes me back down, and his lips find my cocks once more, licking and sucking, the width of them together far too wide to fit into his mouth, but he still tries.

It is not a sight I can take much more of. His lips are red and wet, his cheeks the color of sunsets on Earth.

He is beautiful, my Luca. I cannot harm him. I cannot breed him.

Even though I know this, I can feel the precipice of my rut. I need to be careful not to bring myself to that cliff, only to fall.

But I can take what I can without going over completely.

I feel something snake up my thighs, working its way between my legs. My release is close.

Luca is not letting up.

It seems he wants to make me feel pleasure as I have made him feel it.

I hold on to him tighter, fighting for control as a wave of pleasure rushes through me, pulsing through my bottom cock first and then my top, my release hitting Luca’s mouth and tongue before splashing across his face and chest, dripping down his cheeks and chin as he continues to suck.

He does not stop, and I do not attempt to tear him away.

I cannot move, the feeling of ecstasy so intense my ears are ringing, my eyes seeing nothing but bright stars.

It goes on forever, in waves that I drown in. Until it finally settles and my entire body is numb and loose.

My hand falls from Luca’s hair, my knuckles hitting the floor as I attempt to breathe. It is not easy. My lungs have lost the ability to function.

I feel Luca move between my legs, and my eyes flutter open, taking him in. He’s drenched, my release clear and dripping down his skin.

The sight of it…a roar builds up inside of me, but once more I swallow it down.

I need to regain myself, my control. I let him have a taste, let myself be vulnerable, and came close to ruining it all.

My cocks retract, disappearing between my slit, my body still humming with delight and fear as Luca licks his lips, tasting me.

I know it is safe for humans. It has been thoroughly tested, but still.

This cannot happen again.

But I do not say that. Not when my Luca looks pleased, his hands trailing through my release adorning his body.

I have never seen anyone look so beautiful.

‘I’m messy,’ he signs, and I let out a grumble and then a nod.

He does not look messy. He looks like mine.

‘I should go bathe.’

I nod again and then attempt to move, but find my legs and arms are not working. I fear I am broken.

‘No, you stay. I’ll come back and clean you up.’

He looks so happy, so content. The earlier anger is gone, and I find that I don’t regret what just happened, even if that feeling may fade when I have to give him up.