A Heated Reunion
Play it cool, I thought, thumping across the steel floor with my blue-scaled tail waving behind. A sharp beep notified me of a guest. I looked down the loading ramp and there was Seili, almost unchanged from memory, wearing faded black jeans and a loose T-shirt. They looked up and flashed me a fanged smile before ascending the ramp. Without wings, their tail did more balancing work than that of most dragons, giving their hips an exaggerated, swaying motion. Their brilliant violet scales darkened to an onyx black as they stepped into the dimness of the ship's interior, allowing their reflective, golden eyeliner to frame their slitted amber eyes even better. Do you still wear that makeup all the time, or is this so I can recognize that pretty face?
Hard claws clicked against the floor as Sei walked toward me. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. Sei laid a delicate hand on my chest, pressing against my leather jacket. I took a quick deep breath, then returned the gesture with my own, trembling hand. Their breath was longer, but I remained patient and felt their chest rise and fall.
"Your fire is strong," I said, repeating the ritualistic words. Before I could pull my hand away, Sei moved theirs to rest on mine.
"It's good to see you again."
"Yeah." My throat was dry. "Shall we go? It's a long trip."
Sei frowned and looked into my eyes. I turned my head away. "It's been six years, Irvu, don't you want to catch up a bit? I'm sure you have stories to tell of your travels."
"Maybe..." I swallowed and yanked my hand out from under Sei's. "Maybe later. Save it for when we're in hyperspace, there'll be time." I twisted my lips into a smirk that must have looked atrocious.
I showed Sei to their room and left them there, retreating to the comfortable loneliness of the cockpit. The controls gilded under my fingers, and we were soon leaving Draconia's atmosphere. Familiar patterns of stars flickered into view, beckoning me home. This is where I belong. I punched in the coordinates of our destination and flipped the switch to go into hyperspace.
The journey would take several days at least, more if the hyperspace routes were out-of-date. I tried to stay out of Sei's way as much as I could. If they caught me in a discussion, it wouldn't be casual "catching up". I had tried to be casual at the loading ramp, and all I could feel at the time was guilt. No doubt the time for talking would have to come at some point, but I wasn't ready.
My room was next to the guest room, and the walls weren't soundproofed. On the first night I found myself sleeping in the cockpit to the soothing, low hum of the ship's systems. In the cockpit, only the ship spoke to me. And neither the ship nor the eternal stars beyond the glass would judge me for my past.
The sound of a distant explosion hit my ears. An alarm screamed. My eyes snapped open as dozens of neon-red alerts appeared on the information displays. The glare and the dryness of the filtered air brought tears to my eyes, but I read on.
Claws clicked against steel from the corridor behind. Sei ran in and clutched the back of my chair. "What's happening?"
"The hyperdrive blew, looks like. Old inertial dampeners couldn't handle the turn around the Talon Cluster."
"Are we going to be ok?"
"Hold on," I reached out and closed the error messages, then pulled up a system report. "The backup's fine. We'll be fine." I turned in my chair. Sei was staring at the display, no doubt trying to make sense of what they were seeing.
"That looks like a lot of damage..."
With the flip of a switch the display turned dark. I stood up and reached out to place a hand on Sei's shoulder. Those big amber eyes looked into mine.
"I can fix it."
Sei shuffled closer, but I removed my hand and sidestepped past them. They followed me into the hallway as I opened a compartment in the wall to remove an emergency toolkit.
"Can I help?"
"No." I hooked my arm around a strap and heaved the heavy box onto my shoulder. Sei followed me into the lounge in the center of the ship, filled with booths and tables and a small kitchen in the corner.
"You know me, Irvu, I can hold a wrench or weld as well as you."
I half-turned. "I did know you. Six years ago. Now? Now you're just a passenger on my ship. I'm the captain, and this is my responsibility. So take a seat and let me work."
Sei stepped back, eyes wide. "I didn't mean to upset you..."
"Wait," I reached out a hand and took a step forward, but Sei was already fleeing into the corridor that led to their room. The first time we exchange more than a few words in six years and this is how I act? I definitely wasn't ready to talk.
On the few occasions Irvu came out of the aft of the ship for a break or for food, he was busy working through some problem or other in his head, or otherwise avoiding me. I stayed quiet, not wanting to distract or anger him.
There wasn't much to do other than work. I tried to write some of my thesis, but it wasn't easy. Before, the engine had been easily audible from the lounge, the only room with any proper tables. Now the absolute silence of the ship reminded me constantly of the situation. On the second day I resolved to find a better place to work.
Irvu's room turned out to be the best candidate. For whatever reason, the ship's heating systems were more powerful here, and much louder too. The hum of the heater kept my mind from thinking of the void outside. His room also had a familiar smell that I couldn't quite place.
The door slid shut behind me and I flopped onto my back on the large bed in the center of the room. Most dragons preferred to rest on their side, but the feeling of my wing-stubs digging into the mattress wasn't too bothersome, especially with how soft it was.
Too soft. I couldn't possibly work in a bed this good. I slid my laptop onto the nightstand and sank back into the comfy pillows, my horns scratching against the puncture-proof material. It was definitely better than the guest room's bed, I judged.
What was that smell, though? I swiveled my head to look around. Irvu kept a fairly spartan room. There were a few ship models here and there nailed to the wall, and the vibrant, woven, wings-shaped headdress that he had made as a youngling of the Astral Clan. On the dresser there was a model rocket. It was a Sky Drake, the same design that had propelled dragons to the stars eons ago. The same design Irvu and I made a toy replica of back in school, I thought. Maybe this was even the same toy rocket. Or maybe I was reading too much into it. But none of these would cause the heady scent.
My nose finally caught the source. I rolled to the edge of the bed and grabbed at a piece of black fabric on the ground. It was a jockstrap. A stained one, I realized, spreading the underwear and seeing the blots of old, dried cum. A blush crept into my face. My other hand went down to my crotch. Now this is a better idea than writing. I unzipped my trousers and slipped two fingers into my wet slit, reaching deep to feel the tapered tip of my dragon penis, hardening and rising from my growing arousal. I brought the jockstrap to my nose and inhaled Irvu's musk.
A wooded garden sat deserted beneath a star-lit sky. It was too late at night for most people to be here, but not for the two dragons who hid naked behind a row of dense hedges. I pressed my nose hard into the blue-scaled belly in front of me, blinking back tears as I fought to push my partner's thick cock as deep into my throat as it would go.
"Damn, Sei, be careful..."
I squeezed my lips around his knot, and he moaned. Then I dragged myself back up his length, giving him a long, loving lick as I went. At the end I kissed the tapered tip, sucking on the pre-cum that had gathered there, and coughed as my throat worked itself back into order.
"Good enough for you?" I asked with a wink.
Irvu leaned back against the tree and studied me with a smile. My own pink dick sat untouched below me, but it was hard regardless. "More than good enough to be my boyfriend, beautiful. Now get back on there." His cock throbbed. I obeyed.
The blowjob was tiring and my jaw started to ache, but the sounds of pleasure that came from Irvu's maw spurred me onward. I pumped his cock with my maw and massaged it with the full length of my prehensile tongue. He lasted for another minute. "Get ready, Sei..." he panted.
I slid his whole length back into my maw, feeling the lips of his slit kissing mine. The whole shaft pulsed. Irvu's knot pressed into the roof of my mouth and spread my lips open, struggling to lock my body against his. Deeper in my throat his tip sprayed hot seed into me, and my hand went to my belly. It wasn't growing like it sometimes did in porn, to my slight disappointment, but the knowledge that it was filling with my lover's cum was hot enough.
"You have no idea how sexy you look."
His cock slopped reluctantly out of my messy mouth. Strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me to my feet. He filled the void left by his shaft with his tongue, which coiled around mine, coated in his salty cum.
I opened my eyes and looked into his. Emerald green. My mate.
We separated. A strand of cum and saliva linked our mouths together. "How did you do that? I thought I was your first."
"Yeah... I may have practiced on a couple of my dildos first."
"Oh, you filthy little dragon." He smirked. "Turn around."
I spun around. Irvu curled his wide, leathery wings around my body like a blanket. Smooth scales brushed against my wing-stubs. His cock prodded against the base of my tail, and I felt a dribble of semen against my rear as the knot continued to deflate.
"We're not done," he whispered into my ear. His right arm wrapped around my belly, while his left hand grasped my cock.
I gasped and jumped. "That's the first time I've been touched there..."
"It's a night of firsts, Sei. Just imagine it's your hand if you want."
He started stroking. Slowly, I noted, he wants to make it last. As usual, my cock was coated in natural lubricant from my slit. I whimpered and nuzzled against his neck as his palm rubbed my sensitive flesh, exploring every inch of the shaft.
"No." I said.
He stopped. "No what?"
"No, it's not my hand." I reached for the hand on my belly and locked my fingers with his. "It's my boyfriend's." Irvu bent down to lick my neck, and I giggled. He started masturbating me again. Pre-cum dripped from my tip onto the grass below.
"Wanna feed the garden? I'm sure the plants will appreciate the nutrients." Irvu chuckled. "Maybe if you cum hard enough an egg will pop out of the ground one day." I panted, half-laughing, and his wings drifted closer.
Irvu's hand sped up, aided by the extra lubrication of my pre. His wings blocked my view, but I could hear the steady rhythm of fapping. The feeling was even better than the sound. It was different than when I pleasured myself. His grip was tighter than mine, and he didn't go below the knot, while I usually liked to squeeze at the base and rub the lips of my slit every few strokes. None of that mattered, though. It was my boyfriend's hand, my mate who wanted nothing more than to have me cum.
The pressure built up without me noticing. I automatically squeezed Irvu's right hand and bucked my hips into the other as my seed shot out. A low moan came from my throat. The cum splattered noisily against Irvu's wings at first, then he leveled my cock so the rest coated the grass in front of us.
"I didn't realize I was so pent up," I panted as the last few volleys left my internal testes.
Irvu turned me around. I reached up to grasp his horns. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that for me, but thank you."
"Anytime, beautiful. I love you."
"I love you too." I tugged him forward for a long kiss.
After a few minutes of hugging and cleaning, we sat on a clean patch of grass some distance away. I brought my clothes with me, while Irvu was content to leave his within eyesight.
"No one's gonna see you, Sei," Irvu chided as I struggled to pull on a pair of yellow boxer-briefs. "No one but me. And I already like what I see."
I finally got my clawed feet through the holes and slipped the underwear up to my groin. "You'll see it plenty, don't worry." I stuck out my tongue.
Irvu wrapped an arm around my clothed waist and pulled me against him. I let my head fall against his shoulder. My tail slid and curved over his. Irvu's gaze turned upward toward the faint but visible stars in the night sky.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Why do I need to be thinking? It's a nice night. And the stars are brighter away from the lights of the city."
"Mhm," I agreed, looking up. "They'd be even brighter if we were in orbit, I imagine."
"Oh absolutely. Get a ship with a light-enhancing telescope and you'll see even more." Irvu sighed and folded one wing around me. "I wish I could show you."
I leaned in and kissed his jaw. "Once we're out of university we'll do it, ok? Buy a big ship together and see all those stars. Even the ones that you need a telescope for. And you'll teach me everything you know about them."
"It's a deal." Irvu said, kissing me in the mouth.
Three months later his uncle died and left him a light freighter. Suddenly all he wanted was to take off and become an apprentice spacer, traveling over all the fringes of the known galaxy--and as far away from Draconia and its megacities as he could be. After graduation he did that, against his father's wishes and my own, desperate pleading. We continued our charade of a relationship for a while longer, but even with faster-than-light communications it would often take days to respond to a message. The separation was never official, but we drifted apart until, at some point, the messages stopped.
The heater hummed on. I fell backward onto the sheets with a sigh. This is going to take a lot of cleaning, I thought while looking down at my cum-covered clothes. But the memories had started a dull ache in my heart that kept me flat on my back. Why do I remember so well, after six years? Why can't he simply be an old friend? Tears trailed down my face. I clenched the sheets and felt claws digging into my palm. It hurts to remember.
The locker door creaked open. Two suits were there, one for regular use and one as a backup. In my six years of spacing I'd never needed the second--until now.
It seemed to be in shape. After all, it had been sitting in a locker all these years. I'd be the one wearing it though, just in case. If there turned out to be some microtear in the fabric or a problem with the pressurization, I didn't want the wearer to be some panicking newbie.
Who was I kidding, though? This newbie had never spacewalked before, they were gonna panic regardless. I sighed and set the backup pressure suit back into the locker, then I slid the other one out and retreated back into the main hull of the ship.
Sei was in the lounge as usual, sitting in a booth and staring into the bright glare of their laptop screen. They turned to me as I entered, and for a moment our eyes met. As pretty as those eyes were, in that moment they looked red and puffy from unseen tears.
I hurried over and dropped the suit onto the table. "Hey, you alright kid?" Sei started to open their mouth to speak, but they hesitated so I rambled on. "I'm sorry." Sei's eyes flickered. "For yelling at you before. I got no right to do that for you just asking to help."
Sei's hand went to my shoulder. "It's ok." They said in a monotone.
There was an awkward silence. I nodded and cleared my throat. "Nearly done here, but there's one more fix to go." I patted the pressure suit, stained and sun-bleached to a pale yellow color from years of exposure. "There's a fuel line on the exterior that split and spilled into vacuum. Now I could seal it by myself, but it'd go quicker if I had you holding the line in place."
"So... you do want my help?"
"You got it. Just follow my lead, kid. You'll be alright." I thrust the suit into their arms and gave their shoulder a squeeze.
The backup suit was comfortable, right down to the intricate wing-binders that were often an afterthought to non-dragon manufacturers. I zip-tied Sei's empty wing-binders to the back of the suit so they wouldn't be a hazard.
We exited the ship through the airlock and started across the surface with Sei close in front of me. I guided them with my hand on their shoulder as our magnetic boots clopped in sync.
"Space looks a lot prettier from here. And scarier," the radio in my helmet buzzed. It was weird, having a voice to break the silence that usually accompanied me on spacewalks. It was also a welcome change.
"It's not that bad. Even without these boots, you couldn't push off with enough force that your EVA thrusters couldn't bring you back."
"You're assuming I could even aim them correctly!"
"Hey, if you can't work out the controls you could always take off your helmet and try blowing really hard," I joked. "Actually knew a fellow once who wanted to calculate how much thrust a dragon could get by fire breathing with all four lungs full, and wanted me to test it. Was really deflated when I told him even if I wanted to risk my life doing a no-suit test, most of us don't exercise our fire breathing enough to keep it."
Sei laughed. We finally reached the damaged fuel line, near the rear of the ship. Two sections of thick tubing waved out at the cosmos beyond.
"This is gonna be tricky. Turn off your boots and don't panic."
After a few maneuvers, Sei and I floated facing the break in the hull, with their back against my chest. I spread my wings and activated the magnetic clamps at the ends to keep us in place.
"Alright, now all you need to do is hold the tubes against each other so I can seal them." I drew the caulking gun from my belt.
Sei did as I told them. "Good enough?" They asked.
"Good enough," I agreed before getting to work. A moment later I felt them raise their tail and push against my groin with their rear. "Woah, careful," I said. I grabbed Sei around the waist with my empty arm, killing their rotation. What was that about? "I know we're secured but try not to make my wings do more work than they need to."
"Sorry! This is hard to get used to," Sei muttered.
"Don't sweat it. Just keep that pretty butt still so I can finish up."
The work went smoothly from there, and it did go faster than it would've with me working alone.
"There's just one more thing left," I announced as we made our way back. "The backup drive's pretty old, and it's gotta be warmed up with a low amount of power. Basically we gotta run at minimum power for a full twenty-four hours. Now normally to keep things liveable in the ship we'd use impulse to get to a distance from the star where it's heating us as fast as we're bleeding heat, but since we're in deep space it's just gonna get really cold after a bit."
"We won't freeze, I hope?"
"No, the little power I give the heating systems and our own body heat will slow the cooling enough. But it'll be uncomfortable."
Sei went quiet for the rest of the walk. The airlock opened to let us inside, and we got to undressing.
"Not bad for your first 'walk. You'll be a professional spacer in no time." I grinned.
Sei stuffed their suit in the locker. "That's not likely. I have too much tying me down to Draconia, unlike you."
I frowned. "Sei, what's that mean?"
The locker door closed shut. Sei snapped around to face me with fierceness in their predator eyes. "Seriously, Irvu? You invite me onto your ship, knowing who I am, and the only time you bring up our past is to yell at me about it? You were right to apologize for that, but that wasn't what I was crying about."
"I..." I shrank toward the corner of the airlock. Sei had never been this emboldened before.
"Six years, Irvu. It's a long time to go without contact. I would've been fine if you had ended our relationship, even. But I suggested that in the last message I sent you. I still have it, have all of them. Did you read that one? I don't know, since you never responded. What did I matter, being nothing more than some wingless peasant. You didn't even come to say goodbye. The last time I saw you in person before all this, I thought we were still going to university together. Instead you left me to do that all on my own. Why?"
I paused to think. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The words weren't coming to me. Sei's right, I should've been prepared to apologize. What a fool I am, was all that I could come up with.
"You're right, I should've been prepared to apologize," the words came thickly, "what a fool I am."
Sei let out a breath that was half attempting to be laughter. "Yes. You are. But you're lucky, because I still care about that fool." They stepped forward and took my hand in both of theirs.
"I'm not sure why." I looked down.
"Everyone makes mistakes. I care that you can move past them."
"Right." I looked up into Sei's eyes. "I should've started with this. I'm sorry for leaving you without telling you, without seeing you. You deserved better, so much better, than what I gave you."
"Thank you." Sei pulled me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around them and rubbed along their back. Sei sniffed. "It's good to have you back, Irvu."
I alternated between resting and writing for the first dozen hours. There wasn't much difference from normal except for the dimness of my room's lights at low power, which wasn't a problem with my battery-powered laptop. When my eyes got tired I'd lie in bed for an hour or so. The first time I did this I took a nap as well, but as it gradually grew chillier, I found myself merely resting my eyes instead. That gave me a lot of time to think.
I thought back to Irvu holding me against him during the spacewalk. It was stupid to push against him, I had realized. But even separated by pressurized spacesuits, there was a level of comfort to having him behind me that I hadn't felt in so long. More than comfort, too, I thought while idly rubbing my slit through my pyjama pants. It helped that Irvu had finally apologized. I was fully ready to forgive him and move on.
But move on to what? As awful as him leaving was, I couldn't deny that it had shown me how committed he was to his dream of being a spacer. And now here he was, sailing among the stars, with the skills he needed to handle problems like the broken hyperdrive. I couldn't help but be attracted to that passion and ability. What did Irvu want, though? I couldn't say.
As the hours passed, it became truly cold. I shivered under my too-thin blanket. My thoughts turned to Irvu's room, with the heater humming in the corner and thick blankets on the bed.
And Irvu's big warm body under them...
That was it. If Irvu didn't know what to think of me, I would show him what I thought of him. I tossed the blanket aside and shivered through the corridor to Irvu's door.
I knocked, then entered after Irvu shouted, "come in!" It was noticeably warmer inside than in the corridor, though still uncomfortably chilly. He was on the bed lying on his side, half-covered by blankets with his chest shirtless and exposed. In his hands was a paperback book, which he set on the nightstand. Old-fashioned, interesting. More interesting was the title of the book: Tales of the Kobold Incubus.
"I didn't realize you were into reading," I said, stepping into the room as the door slid closed behind me.
"Yeah? It's kinda a new hobby. Only been doing it a few years." He glanced at the book, seemed to realize I could see the title, and spun it around. "So, uh, what's up?" He said.
"It's starting to get really cold. Maybe you wouldn't mind sharing your room with me?"
My heart fluttered when he smirked and slid aside to make room. "Sure thing, kid."
I rushed to undress, stripping off all the pyjamas I had been wearing. In the end I was down to my yellow boxer-briefs, but I decided to take those off too, turning and sticking my butt out a bit in Irvu's direction as I did so.
"Ooh, getting comfortable, are we?"
I stuck out my tongue and slid in beside him, tugging the covers up to my chin. He slid an arm around my back and pulled me against him, his jockstrap-clad waist pressing against mine.
"Gotta share our body heat, Sei."
"Mhm." I turned and faced him. With my right hand I caressed his chest, fit and well-maintained. Irvu looked over at me with a look of faint amusement. He breathed deeply in and out, and I felt his chest rise and fall beneath my fingers.
An idea popped into my head. "What if we heated up the room with our breath?"
Irvu snorted. "Soldiers have to train their breath every day for years to get a steady blaze. What makes you think we can do it?"
I shrugged. "It's something to try, that's all."
"Alright, hold on." Irvu pulled my arm away and sat up. I rose to sit beside him. He took a deep breath, snapped his head forward, and exhaled. Nothing but a wave of warmish air came out.
"Here, I'll try." I said, straightening my back. I breathed in and out several times. The fourth breath I held in, then opened my maw and exhaled. No fire, but there was a rush of superheated air, and a few bright cinders that soon faded.
"Impressive," Irvu said, "how did you manage that?"
I shrugged. "Just took it slower than you, I guess."
"Hm. Well, I wouldn't mind feeling how hot that was for myself." Irvu winked.
I stared back at him. "Are you seriously asking me to breathe fire at you?"
"Yeah." He stared back blankly.
I moved to a kneeling position beside Irvu. I looked down at that fit, scaly chest and breathed deep several times, like I did before. My maw opened and I breathed the superheated air at his chest. It felt ridiculous to do, but Irvu let out a contented grunt as the cinders tickled his scales. What's more, I noticed a bulge rising under the blankets covering his groin.
"Have you discovered some kind of heat kink when I was away?" I teased as I slid down the blankets to expose his jockstrap, the black fabric straining against its contents.
"Might be I just like you looking at my chest like that." Irvu winked, then hooked his fingers in the strap and pulled them off.
His cock barely seemed to have changed. As I stared at it, throbbing below me, my own shaft was eagerly sliding further out of its sheath, dripping slit-lubricant onto the sheets. Irvu moved to toss the jockstrap onto the floor, but I caught his arm and brought the underwear to my nose, breathing deep. His masculine scent flooded my senses.
Irvu chuckled and pushed the fabric harder against me. "Looks like you've found a taste for musk, though. Granted, it's a pretty common thing. Now, kid," he tossed aside the jockstrap and rubbed his rock-hard member. "Get to work."
I crawled between Irvu's legs and leaned down over his dick. My tongue slipped out and I dragged it down the shaft, tasting the meaty flesh and the natural lubricant coating it. I rose to the top and slid the cock into my mouth. Irvu groaned as I began to blow him, though I stopped my descent before I reached the halfway point. I was out of practice, and not ready to try deepthroating again. Yet.
That didn't seem to matter to Irvu, though. After a minute he laid a hand on my shoulder and bucked upward. A stream of thick cum shot into my maw, and I gulped down each round as it came from Irvu's cumslit.
"Whew... sorry if that was a bit quick."
"It's not your fault I'm such a good cocksucker." I kissed his dick as it slid into its slit, then crawled up his chest and hugged him. My erect cock prodded at his side.
Irvu's hand went down to feel it. "Looks like I still have a job to do." He grasped it and stroked slowly. I kissed his neck.
"So, uh..." Irvu's other hand raised my chin so I could look into his eyes, our faces inches apart. "Back when we... knew each other, we never did butt stuff. Is that something you wanna try, or... hell, for all I know you've already done it..."
His head started to turn away but I held it back. "Never. You want to be my first?"
"Well, I dunno. I already came and all."
I moved away from Irvu's hand and slid down his body again, reaching down past his slit and rubbing the lips with probing fingers as I went. "If you can't work up the courage, I guess I'll just have to try your butt instead." I looked up and winked. My fingers slid lower.
"Tempting, but maybe another day." Irvu grabbed me and turned me so I was on my stomach, with my wet cock pressed against the sheets. I positioned the pillow under my chin as he slid behind me. His hands tugged my cheeks apart and my tail rose to give him better access. "Mmm," he hummed. "Nice, pink, and clean. Someone's been taking care of their tailhole." A finger pressed against the rim and it clenched up. "Tight, too. I'll try to loosen you up, sweetheart."
The finger withdrew. I looked behind. Irvu saw my head turn and winked at me before his face dropped behind my butt. Wait, is he going to...
I turned my head forward again and a blush crept up my cheeks as I buried my face in the pillow. Sure enough, the next thing that slid across my anus was thin and wet. I heard it drag up and down along the cleft of my ass with an exaggerated slurp, slurp, slurp. Then it centered on my hole, poking and prodding and tasting along the sensitive rim. It was a weird feeling, and I nearly shifted away at first, but I held out. He's doing this solely for my pleasure again. As it went on, I started to like it. I pushed my ass backward, wanting to feel more pressure on my hole, and Irvu obliged with longer, harder licks.
Then the tongue slipped inside, only for a moment, while gliding across the entrance. It tugged slightly at the rim as it left. I squeaked a little at the sudden change in sensation. Did he mean to do that? With his prehensile tongue, Irvu definitely had enough control to lick like that. Then it happened again, but slowly. Deliberately. I bucked my hips backward and soon Irvu was tongue-fucking me, repeatedly spreading my hole to push that prehensile tongue deeper into my ass, pressing against the fleshy wall where my prostate hid.
I raised my head and let out a long moan. My dick was throbbing against my belly and leaking pre, soaking the bed. I felt myself reaching the peak, panting harder and faster as my internal testes tensed up.
Irvu's tongue pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty. He planted a kiss on my tailhole with a loud smack of his lips. "Mmm. Tasty too."
I humped the bed, trying to stimulate my dripping cock. Irvu grabbed my hips to stop me. "Ha... fuck, Irvu, I was so close..."
He rolled me onto my back. "Sure, but you want a proper fucking, right?" I looked down. He was erect again, and lightly frotting against my shaft. "I can't help but want to make love to such a pretty rump."
I smiled. "Alright, but only if you fuck me," I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him down, his face close to mine. I lifted my knees up to his waist to expose my rear. "Like this." He smiled too, and rolled his hips back and down.
The tip of his cock pressed against my hole, then slid inside easily. Now that was much bigger than a tongue. My arms tightened around him and I breathed out as he spread me around his thick member.
"Sorry, should've been a bit slower."
"No," I whispered, "keep going."
He continued his entrance more slowly, not stopping until the bulge of his knot pressed against me. He exited quickly with a wet sound, then gently entered again, giving my body more time to acclimate to his girth.
Irvu grunted. "You may be tight, but you feel fucking amazing."
"You too. Go faster, I think I can take it."
He obliged. Gradually, he sped up the gentle fucking, never becoming rough, only faster. It was a pleasant, slow rise toward orgasm that we shared.
"Ahh," I gasped, "I want to do this every day."
His bright green eyes blinked down at me as I realized what I said. I let out a giggle, and he closed the short distance between our lips, coiling his tongue around mine. He broke the kiss with a flick of his tongue across my nose.
"That was in my ass!" I said.
"And I hope it will be every day from now on." He smirked down at me and continued thrusting into me. He started angling his movements to grind against my prostate. Every thrust pushed another burst of pre from my tip, and my belly became slick with it. Once again the pressure started to build in me.
"I'm close," I moaned.
"Whenever you're ready," he panted.
The next thrust pushed me over. Cum splattered all over my chest as Irvu forced his knot inside. It stretched my clenching hole wide, but the pain was over as soon as the knot was in. Irvu's cock throbbed as it poured his hot seed deep into me.
Irvu fell down on top of my body, his energy spent. But then he got up again, realizing that my legs were still cramped above my waist, and turned us around so we laid sideways, his knot still pumping fluid into my rear.
"So, about that 'I want to do this every day' thing..."
I sighed. "Look, my emotions got to me. I can't help my feelings for you but I know that you're off going around the galaxy and I have research to do and it can't work out--"
He bent over and silenced me with another kiss. "We'll figure something out, kid. We've still got a lot of time before we get to your conference, yeah?"
I grinned and tugged on his wing, sighing happily as it draped over me. "That's a start."