“… Oh?” He didn’t think he was owed anything to be honest. “Then again; why? I ain’t gunna be able to do anything with that info; you’ve already told me you’re like a billion years old and that cigarette trick; almost make me ectoplasm on your floor, mate. Like; I can tell people; but they’d be more interested in screaming; ‘ghost’ more than; ‘oh i knew something was up with that cop fellow on so-’n-so floor’.” Micah shrugged; turning attention back to the book the other had so kindly let him have a snoop through.
———❝ I WOULDN’T TELL YOU IF I THOUGHT YOU’D BE WILLING OR ABLE TO SNITCH. more, it’s because you’re here for who knows how long and i’m respecting your right to know. ❞ gliding his finger along the crisp edge of the page, a soft cut took form on the skin of his index finger. almost instantly, the wound sealed closed, a bit of blood still remaining on his pointer.
❝ that does not come without a price ; and it’s a hefty one. ❞
———IT’S THE SORT OF WELCOME HE CAN’T HELP BUT RELISH IN. hands drop keys as elliot maneuvers to lock the door behind him. it’s a gentle sort of thump, back against wall, the kind that has become used to the all encompassing hold that is nichts’ kiss. he begins to slide on the door, maintaining locked lips as his hands moved to undo his clothes with the other’s help.
it’s fast, the speed at which elliot is spread apart. leerenichts’ member invades with the kind of ease only to come from both arousal and experience. he can’t help but shudder, the large member forcing its way in as he’s pressed further into the door. his lungs grow hot, made worse by the fact he could hardly breathe. he struggles to keep a foot on the floor, the difference in height making it so elliot only just presses his toes down as an anchor. even that is soon lifted as nichts pushes himself all the way to the hilt, causing the man to lock both arms around the other’s shoulders in order to stable himself.
flesh on flesh, elliot lets the other pound him beyond reservation.
———THE TASTE OF HIS LIPS WAS SOMETHING INDESCRIBABLE AT FIRST. what was there to describe in a space of emptiness? the dark taste of the alien’s saliva slicked his throat, a kiss continued despite his suddenly overwhelmed jaw.
there were times in which he couldn’t quite wrap his head around their relationship. wordless, sensual love that managed to end with elliot against the wall, nichts between his legs, naked. he’d just gotten out of the shower, still wet and half dressed when they’d begun their little game. for a second, he could feel something between his cheeks, rubbing into his lower back. the man pulled away from the kiss for only a moment, arms wrapped around his partner’s neck as he angled to look at the large appendage wanting to gain access to his holes.
❝ fuck me. ❞ he breathed, resuming the kiss as he felt the tendril align with his entrance. spreading his walls, he felt full with the invading member. it wasn’t until he’d been pulled into nichts’s arms that elliot realized the pace at which he’d set, pounded hard like a toy for another’s use.
Delight from a monster, creature, being from outer space; where pleasure in several forms were odd; more mimicked from those he watches; knows and deems safe to be a part of. Attention to the rubber was lazy; oozing blackness yet again dripped all down his shaft; a hand shifting in all forms of plating; grasped onto the girth; fisting himself like many watched sexual situations. The feeling of the finger inside caused the warbled noise to escape before attention lowered yet again to the growl upon his teasing.
Yet; nothing made the beast melt more than the pressure of an organ that held no pulse or heat; instead it was just there, a block of something but something that f e l t good entering a place he never really used or needed besides to appear more human in the eyes of the different creatures on this planet.
Strings began to animate more; wrapping around the creature that held no phallus of its own; but was a creature that held everything more than most male specimens out there. Full; claws toes sliced through the floor with a shift of tendrils. Feeling over Elliot’s body; cupping chest, jaw, neck and rear; small strings coiled nipples, invaded between ass cheeks and below harness with little shame.
Soaking up the fluids of excitement; sharing his own even as the head of his mimicked mating organ rubbed under Eliot’s chin and oozed a hefty amount from the pressure in his rear triggering such release. Noticing with tendrils tasting the others body; the feeling of openings being left empty made his brow furrow – and with a tilt of head; they began to form phallus’s of a much more smaller nature; more flexible, more longer and thus – dangerous to the human body for they’d be able to do; as they were doing now.
Wiggling lubed sizes between thighs; over shoulder, to lips, to ass, to hidden genitalia beneath the harness. Crawling inside each opening; smearing the tasteless yet plentiful ooze from each opening within and upon tongues. Why should he only receive the pleasure from the human?
———This had become something of a routine. Elliot gripped the being on the small of his back, driving his cock deeper inside as he listened for the hum of pleasure.
The alien didn’t speak. Elliot had taught him yes and no, a simple nod or shake of the head which gave him the assurance of consent. At times, he’d tried other things; sign language was a difficult task for a being that held little understanding for human things and their purposes. Even animals, his own delightful feline companion, the alien had never seen to his knowledge. Without the understanding, it would be hard to teach him anything apart from what he already knew.
❝ You like that? ❞ He grinned, hand reaching to touch Leere’s dick. The pace he had set along with his position seemed to put him unaware to the other’s intent. Startled by the sudden attention to his nipples, the man loosened his grip on the other’s appendage. He bit his lip, trying to keep the rhythm whilst an obsidian tendril slowly invaded his cunt.
A moan escaped his mouth as the man leaned over onto the alien’s torso. Every snap of his hips forward was met with a reciprocated thrust from behind, a motion which was beginning to throw Elliot off his pacing. He could feel his legs shaking, moist with the liquids coming from himself and his partner.
❝ F-fuck… More. ❞
———He couldn’t say it was the first time he’d been given the pitching role. Girlfriends and a select few men had asked much from the man and his ability to dominate, something he resented in himself when he’d been denied any returns. Still, he highly doubted LeereNichts could fit inside of him, the massive member more than a little daunting to even a more experienced slut like Elliot.
Tightening the harness around his hips, the man began to secure a condom over his silicone cock. It was an extra measure at the very least, keeping his toys clean and safe from wear. He wondered if this would be a bit of false advertising for the alien, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the majority when it came to human genitalia. The man was sure he would figure it out eventually.
He leaned forward, slicking the other’s hole with a finger full of lube. As big as the alien was compared to the human, his position garnered easy access for his ‘prosthetic’, so long as Elliot kept his head pressed to the bed.
❝ You’re such a tease. ❞ He growled, pushing in with a grin to his face.
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