"Oh? No arguments after all? 'Cause, and please, do correct me if I'm wrong, but if you're not interested in getting caught, I should probably finish you off quickly. Is that acceptable?"
Of course it was, but Koit didn't dare uncover his mouth to say so; they'd get caught for sure then, as his moans would no doubt echo down the corridor and... and Atlas had this thing... with his palm pressing down on the head that was just... and somehow it was sexy, sexy when he spit on Koit's cock, replenishing the lubricant.
"You like that, huh?"
Koit didn't even have the spare brain power for processing Atlas' words. All he heard was the tone, low and growly as fuck. Paired with the rhythm and pressure of Atlas' hands, it was too much. His orgasm ripped through him like a mad creature freed from its cage, wreaking havoc and leaving a fiery mix of pleasure and pain in its wake. And there were Atlas' eyes, those no-longer-creepy pale blue eyes, staring up at him as his entire body shook with the aftermath of the creature's rampage.
"God, that's sexy. Here, let me help you--" Atlas tucked Koit's cock back into his briefs and carefully zipped him up, then helped him from standing to sitting.
And Koit was still shaking, mind still spinning. He was pretty sure he'd never come that hard before in his entire goddamn life, much less in the time since he'd started having sex with guys. He brought one hand up to wipe his forehead and found that his fingers were shaking, too. "Holy fuck."
Atlas looked smug, as well he should. "Do you want to see where you unloaded?"
"Yeah," Koit said, since the bit that Atlas had licked off of his hand wasn't enough to be his entire load.
Wordlessly, Atlas just pointed up. Koit tilted his head back to look and all he could do was laugh breathlessly when he realized that he'd shot so far it had hit the ceiling and the wall above his shoulders. Holy hell. He closed his eyes once the laughter had trailed off, still gasping in breath as he recovered.
Koit could feel it when Atlas leaned close, not touching but not far off from it. "I think I like you like this." Atlas' breath whispered over Koit's sweaty skin as he spoke, making him shiver.
"Do you?" Higher functions were beginning to return, and Koit was very, very glad that Atlas had thought to zip him back up because, at that moment, someone walked past and paused, looking at them. Koit looked back at her, wondering if he should be recognizing her. She stared back for long moments, then looked away and continued down the corridor.
"Very much so," Atlas murmured once she was gone, and kissed Koit.
The taste of semen was still tangy on his tongue, but for some reason, Koit wasn't bothered by it. He kissed back eagerly, cupping his hand around the back of Atlas' head loosely, relishing the silky feeling of his hair and the slow, languid kisses.
By the time they were through kissing--or on a small break, anyway--Koit's breathing had mostly evened out, and he felt like he might not fall flat on his face if they started walking again. He said as much, and Atlas looked all smug again but didn't argue, even helping Koit up before they continued on their way.
Inside Koit's dorm room, Atlas sat down on the bed and toed off his shoes, then lay back against the pillow like he belonged there. Or something.
"Don't you look comfortable," Koit muttered as he toed off his own shoes and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his hi-I'm-dressing-up shirt.
Atlas had, by now, folded his arms behind his head and was looking up at Koit from beneath hooded eyes. "I am, very, yes. Thank you."
Ballsy bastard, Koit thought, and he knelt with one knee beside Atlas' hip and the other on the edge of the bed, his hands on either side of Atlas' head. He stayed like that, wondering if Atlas ever got impatient, and got his answer in the form of Atlas rising up just enough to press their lips together. Chaste at first, especially compared to the kisses in the corridor, but opening up slowly as Koit leaned down onto his elbow, tucking one arm under Atlas' shoulder.
"You're a fucking amazing kisser, for the record," Atlas murmured about the time that Koit moved his other hand down to untuck Atlas' shirt from his trousers with a series of short, impatient jerks.
Koit's pride swelled along with his cock, and he unbuttoned and unzipped Atlas' trousers before sliding his fingers inside. There was only skin underneath his fingers-- no boxers, no briefs, nothing--and somehow it felt just incredibly freeing to do what he wanted. To just rub his palm along Atlas' shaft and watch the way Atlas arched and sucked in his breath, eyes fluttering shut as his head tilted back slightly.
It was no less beautiful now than it was when a woman did it, and he felt no less
pride at being able to evoke the reaction. Maybe... maybe it didn't matter.
He was going to say something, but then Atlas reached down with one hand and cupped it over Koit's, making Koit's fingers wrap around his cock. He tugged lightly and started Koit's hand in a slow up-and-down movement.
He could do this. He could totally do this. "Can I blow you?"
Atlas sighed, but in a good way. A delicious way. "I don't know; can you?"
There was only one way to find out the answer to that question. Koit shifted so that he could pull off Atlas' pants, then settled between his spread legs. Atlas' fingers brushed over Koit's hand where it rested on Atlas' thigh. "You don't have to, if you'd rather not."
Koit shook his head. He wasn't chickening out, it was just... well, Atlas wasn't tiny. And unlike Koit, Atlas wasn't circumcised. He licked his lips, reaching to wrap his fingers around the shaft, squeezing lightly.
Atlas moaned softly in response and rolled his hips eagerly.
You can do this, Koit told himself, and he leaned down to lick from where his fingers wrapped around the shaft up to the head, already moist with precome. The feeling under his tongue was soft and firm, and the taste matched the smell. Not horrible.
Best of all, Atlas made a happy noise in his throat, and his fingernails scraped lightly over the scales on Koit's head. "Mmm. That's good. Keep going."
Silly as it was, the encouragement made it easier to repeat his action, and so Koit did. Over and over, eventually unwrapping his hand and licking from base to tip, where he experimentally sucked the tip between his lips. Another of Atlas' moans answered his action, low and pleased.
At least he was doing it right, Koit supposed. He tried going a little lower, lips wrapped around the shaft now, but it was just an uncomfortable sort of feeling, like... just uncomfortable in a way he couldn't describe. He enjoyed licking much more and went back to that, his now-slick fingers sliding up and down the shaft in a steady if slow rhythm.
Atlas squirmed and whimpered, his hands grasping at the baldness on Koit's head like he'd be pulling hair, but there was none, so he gripped the curve of Koit's head instead. Not steering, just holding in a way that was a comforting confirmation that his best shot at a blowjob wasn't horrible.
"Want to try--" Atlas started and cut off into a surprised moan as Koit's fist tightened around his cock in surprise. Oops. "Jesus, that's nice. Want to try intercrural?"
Interwhat?
Atlas laughed at Koit's confused expression, although it was slightly breathless and hiccuppy. "Between the thighs. It--trust me, it'll feel good, and it's less, um, uncomfortable than anal."
"I'm not uncomfortable with anal," Koit said with perfect honesty. He'd done plenty of girls that way; some of them even preferred it.
The left corner of Atlas' lips quirked. "I didn't say anything about you being uncomfortable with it."
Oh. Koit supposed it made sense in a way, although it seemed a rather disastrous thing, to be a gay guy who didn't like anal. "But--"
"If you think anal is all there is to gay sex, then I am going to take fierce pride in showing you otherwise."
Right. That left one question, then: "Between whose thighs?"
Atlas smiled, a fleeting, fluttering thing that faltered when Koit resumed the steady up-and-down with his hand. "Between mine, if you like, but you'll have to give me a reach-around. Or your
s, if you're willing."
"I'm willing." Koit hoped he wasn't sounding too eager, but he was sort of giving a reach-around now and... well... But Atlas sounded like he wanted it to be Koit's, anyway, so it wasn't like Koit was depriving him the experience.
"We can do mine next time." Atlas' tone dropped low and smug. "Come up here."
"Why?" Koit asked defensively.
"Because I want to kiss you," Atlas said softly, with a gentle smile to match the words.
Koit was not blushing. Or thinking about the idea of next time. He let go of Atlas' cock and crawled up, straddling Atlas' hips, smiling unconsciously at the way Atlas' arms went so easily around his neck as he leaned down for the requested kiss.
He was beginning to get used to the way Atlas opened kisses up, and liked it quite a lot: the boldness of it and the needy sound he made in his throat when Koit eagerly kissed back. The sound returned, louder and unmuffled, when Koit pulled away before Atlas was ready for the kiss to end. He couldn't help grinning broadly down at Atlas. "You sound so desperate."
"That's because I didn't get a blowjob in the corridor," Atlas growled playfully, and he leaned up to lick at Koit's neck before biting down in a way that would have made Koit's knees weak if he were standing.
As it was, it made his cock throb with sudden impatience for the main event. "So how does this inter-thing work?"
"Intercrural. We put lube between your thighs, you hold them together, and I thrust between them. Pretty--"
"Self-explanatory," Koit muttered, and he was definitely blushing now. He covered it by pulling away, standing, and stripping off his clothes. Dress shirt, briefs, trousers, and by the time he was done his cheeks felt normal-temperature again, and Atlas had managed to add his shirt to the pile that Koit's clothes made on the floor. "What, um, position?"
Atlas, sitting up now, shrugged. "Lots of positions work. I prefer face-to-face, though, so we can kiss."
Koit was beginning to really believe that Atlas fucking loved kissing. Oral fetishist, right there, he thought, and pushed the button on the wall that made the drawer with his lubricant in it pop out. He'd never thought he'd actually say it, but, "Faceto- face works for me."
"Mmm." Atlas scooted to the edge of the bed, motioning for Koit to lie down, which he did.
He opened his mouth to say something--although, if he was going to be perfectly honest, he had no clue what to say at this point--but Atlas got there before anything came out, and in short order, Koit found himself kissed breathless. Fast kisses, ending with Atlas' teeth biting down on Koit's lower lip. Koit groaned softly, pleased.
"That's a sound I could get used to hearing," Atlas said, the smug bastard, but not that Koit minded at this particular moment because that? That was Atlas' slick fingers wrapping around Koit's cock and jerking him in a steady, firm grip for a few quick tugs. After that, the hand was gone again, and when it returned it was between Koit's legs, spreading lube liberally on the insides of his thighs before moving back up and giving Koit's cock a few more jerks.
Koit even found himself making a soft, unhappy noise in his throat when Atlas' hand withdrew this time. "You're good at this."
"I've had practice," Atlas replied, and straddled Koit's hips.
Obediently, Koit pressed his thighs together. "I... I could use the practice."
Atlas was too busy guiding his cock to the slick area between Koit's thighs to say anything; his moan made Koit shiver a little involuntarily. "Don't worry. You will. Not... not that you need it, particularly, with thighs like these. Do you do any upper-body exercise?"
Koit wasn't sure what to say to that, and besides, this was undoubtedly the weirdest feeling he'd ever felt, and he didn't want to distract from it by talking. It was not, not, not a bad sort of weird. Never. He could feel every contour of Atlas' cock, even the pattern of the veins, and... and it was hot, and there was Atlas' weight pressing his own cock flat to his stomach, then away, then again, over and over.
"The look on your face is like... fuck, I don't even know. You're really loving this, aren't you?"
He was. He really, really was, for reasons that were beyond him. Not that he needed a reason. He didn't need anything but Atlas, like this, the heat of him and the way the low light in the room made his eyes look both clearer and darker than usual, and the little hnnt he made every time he'd lowered himself down all the way and... fuck. Fuck.
"Ah, your expression, it's... just. Delicious, Koit, fucking delicious, aren't you? And you never knew it before."
Not like this, Koit wanted to say, but didn't dare, and anyway, Atlas was kissing him now, so it saved him from having to come up with something to say that wasn't more please now. The kissing got messier the faster Atlas went, but Koit didn't mind, didn't mind at all. Minded none. Nothing.
"Look at you," Atlas whispered between kisses, his voice gone low and husky with emotion. "Look at you. Look at you."
Koit would much rather have looked at Atlas right then, but the kisses ensured he didn't say that because... because it was just a first date and it would feel silly and nothing about this should feel silly, ever. Never. "More," he eventually said, when Atlas had stopped kissing and had just started to pant, instead, harsh breaths in and out, matching the quick pace of Atlas' cock between Koit's thighs.
Atlas laughed, soft, breathless, and complied. Or tried to; neither of them could keep it up very well, and, selfishly, Koit wanted them to come together. He reached between them and took hold of his cock and wanked in rhythm with the thrusts, grip tight.
"Oh... Koit... I'm--"
"Do it," Koit breathed, and then followed his own advice. Let go of waiting, let go of everything except his fingers digging into Atlas' waist and the insistent pressure on his cock and Atlas' eyes, so wide, surprised, good-surprised. With a loud groan, his body suddenly went still. And Koit could feel the way Atlas' cock pulsed between his legs, even if every bit of the semen was going down onto the blanket. It was, for lack of a better word, magical.
"Holy fuck," Atlas breathed, and rolled off of Koit and onto his back. He was panting, eyes shut, but his fingers had somehow found Koit's and they were laced together.
"That was..." Koit didn't have words.
Atlas smiled, fleetingly, and sighed happily. "It was mind-blowing, actually. I sincerely hope that you're not going to say something like but it can never happen again, because if you do, no court would convict me."
"Convict you of what?"
"Murder," Atlas said, or sighed actually. A happy sigh, at least. "Mmm. Fetch me my shirt?"
Koit did, and so Atlas proceeded to spread Koit's legs and wipe up every bit of mess. He finished by getting the bits on Koit's hand and stomach before throwing the shirt across the room and flopping back onto the bed again.
This time it was Koit who laced their fingers together; it said eloquently, without having to come up with actual words, what he wanted to say.
Atlas smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead, the cheek, and finally, the mouth.
Koit kissed back, of course.
"You'll be happy to know that your little matchmaking scheme worked out perfectly," Koit said to Sera the following day at the gym.
Sera laughed triumphantly. "And you didn't even have to let him stick it in your butt, did you?"
Koit just fucking gaped at her. "You knew about that?"
"Naturally, although I didn't actually find out about that part until last night. But I did know that he favored oral sex over everything else, and the surveillance system in a certain area mysteriously malfunctioned. Did you know his best friend back on Earth is majoring in systems security?"
This time, it was Koit's turn to laugh. The entire thing had been neatly played by both of them, but there were worse things in the world than ending up with the current outcome. Besides, they had three more years ahead of them; plenty of time for payback, as far as Koit was concerned.
Alec pushed back against Nahele, the thick
cock spreading him wide. It was what he'd been after, if he were honest with himself. When he'd come seeking his Alpha's thoughts on the weak hunt this morning, he'd really been looking for a thorough, much-needed rutting. It wasn't that he was lacking in partners, but no one was quite as thick or commanding as Nahele, and besides, it was one hell of an honor to be fucked by the Alpha of the clan.
Nahele's teeth sank into the back of his throat, the gesture demanding his utter submission, and Alec gratefully gave it. He stopped rocking on his hands and knees, letting Nahele pound into him without restraint. Oh, he was going to ache for two days at this rate, but, damn, it was so good. He yowled when Nahele's cock moved just right, teasing along that sensitive ridge inside him. Nahele was skilled and knew his body like very few others.
His dearest friend, brother not by blood but by choice, and Alec threw himself into their rutting, trying to banish any negative thought from his mind. There was little he wouldn't do for Nahele, or Nahele for him. He shook his head, and Nahele's teeth tightened in his flesh. He stopped struggling, his mind floating on that bright wave of pleasure that was edged with the slightest discomfort, and let Nahele send them both flying.
Alec's tail stiffened, and he clawed the furs of Nahele's bed as he came, his cry overpowered by Nahele's roar of possession. Heat filled him, and a soft, submissive whine lilted from his throat as he let Nahele spread the scent of their passions with a few more thrusts. When Nahele finally pulled out, he could do little more than moan and flop onto his side, saving his trembling limbs the trouble of holding his weight.
A loud purr rumbled behind him, and Alec smiled as Nahele pressed against his back. Nahele nosed Alec's dark braid away from his neck and licked over the bite he had made, smoothing the fur with his textured tongue. The affectionate care brought out Alec's purr, and he kneaded the furs lightly as Nahele's tail curled around his thigh.
"I think I have to withdraw my complaint," Alec murmured, his hand following the length of Nahele's striped tail up to where it met the spotted coat of his lower back. He gave the base of the tail a tug, delighting in the way Nahele's loud moan was muffled in the fur of his shoulder. "I think my hunt turned out perfectly."
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