Chapter 22 – To Cherish, To Hold #5
I smiled, gentle, a coaxing smile I used with shy clients, and I wrote, Sorry about changing our timeline.
But everything has played well with the audience.
Then, reaching out to brush his hand and pull his attention back to me, I wrote in large letters where he could see, We don't have to actually do anything.
I'm good at making all sorts of sounds. And then I drew a little smiley face, to soften things for him.
Next to me, Araxis's crest rustled. "I – would very much like to touch you," he murmured. "If I may." He shifted, then, and sank to the floor in front of me, resting on his knees between my legs, his hands coming to sit gently on my thighs.
A jolt went through me, sharp and electric as I stared at him, his eyes black pits behind his dark eyelashes.
His hands tightened ever so slightly as he blinked up at me.
"There aren't cameras here," he murmured for the benefit of our listening audience.
His crest bristled around him like a halo, rippling.
"Can I touch your crest?" I asked, breathless.
He nodded and I reached one hand forward, sliding my fingers between the quills emerging from the skin behind his temple.
They were soft, supple, moving like a cascade of grass between my fingers.
I raked my fingers down, gentle, feeling his quills shift and move across my skin – alive and responsive.
A soft sound of pleasure slipped out of his throat, his hands sliding up my thighs as he arched into my touch.
It was that sound that made something give inside of me, and I remembered in a vivid flash of sensation how he had tasted when I'd last had him, quivering and pliant in the sheets of his bed.
How he'd asked in this shuttle if we might fool around on our way to Thenat-2.
I have you against a wall, he'd said, heated and determined.
Impatient and eager. Not shy at all.
I slid my hand from his crest and grabbed for the paper again. Araxis ignored me, sliding one hand up to palm my thickening cock through my loose pants. He nuzzled his cheek against the inside of one knee, looking up at me as his purple tongue flicked across his bottom lip.
Are you SURE, I wrote in big blocky letters, stifling a sound as his fingers stroked at me through my pants.
Of course I wanted him; I always wanted him, even when I thought he wanted me mostly for show.
Even when he was just using me. I was accustomed to that, and he used me more thoughtfully and kindly than most.
He huffed, then, sounding irritated, and shoved himself upwards, batting the note away.
His fingers grabbed my wrist while his other hand worked at the ties at his waist. "I understand we have a reputation as a sexually shy species," Araxis said.
He kicked my legs together and then straddled my hips, pushing my hand down the front of his pants until my fingers came to rest against his slit, wet and ready.
I looked up at him, and his cheeks flushed pink.
"Please believe me when I tell you what I want, hm?
And what I want right now, Sashen, is you. All of you."
I'll believe you when you tell me, we'd promised each other. His free hand shifted to stroke the side of my face and he pressed a gentle kiss against my mouth.
I had promised him anything and everything – and it wasn't a promise I intended to break, even if keeping it did break my heart.
I shifted my wrist, sliding my fingers across his slit.
He hissed out a short breath against my lips, and then licked into my mouth, hungry, famished, as I stroked the length of him.
His hips stuttered forward, eager; he ground against my hand.
My cock was hard beneath him as he rocked against me.
"Can you take these off?" I asked, voice hoarse as my fingers traced the shape of him, hot and slick and eager.
Araxis nodded, and I chased his mouth with mine as he slid backwards and on to his feet, my hand slipping from his pants.
My fingers glistened with his slick, and as he shimmied out of the tight-fitting trousers, I raised them to my lips, sucking them into my own mouth so that I could taste him.
His eyes were endless black, watching me, and he flushed a deeper colour, the pattern in his skin gleaming. "Yours as well," he said, and although it was near his usual commanding tone, there was the slightest tremble lurking in his voice. Needy.
I stood and untied my own pants, stepping out of my boots.
Araxis surged forward, pushing me back so that I slammed back down onto the bench.
"Stay," he said, firm, kicking my legs open and sinking to his knees.
"I told you I wanted to express my gratitude.
I would lavish you with all that you deserve. "
Fuck, if that was his dirty talk – imperious and formal – I was a goner.
A pulse of heat throbbed through me, my cock hot and hard despite the chill in the air – a chill that vanished almost immediately as Araxis wrapped his pretty fingers around the base of my dick and licked a long, wet stripe up the underside.
A groan tore from my throat as he pressed his pointed purple tongue to the vein just beneath my cockhead, exploring, tracing.
He licked up to the slit, prodding, and my hips jerked.
"Hm." He gave a few gentle strokes with his hand, his other palm reaching to brace my hip down.
"I have sharp teeth. You'll want to be careful.
Don't get over-eager." And then he parted those pretty lips and slid them down over the head of my cock, heat enveloping me.
His tongue rolled against the underside, wet and slick and perfect, his cheeks hollowing as he took me in his mouth a little more and sucked, gentle and careful.
"I don't –" I gasped out, fighting against the urge to thrust up into his perfect mouth, to chase that warmth and wetness, to feel him take as much of me as he could. Fuck, I knew what his teeth were like, but –
I squeezed my eyes shut, because I sure as hell couldn't watch him bobbing his sweet mouth over my cock and keep a handle on myself.
A pleased rumble sounded from Araxis, and the vibration humming along my length.
My dick twitched, and I was sure more pre-come was leaking from the slit; Araxis's mouth was wet and unpracticed, but so eager, commanding.
He hummed out a pleased sound as I groaned, his hand holding me tight against the seats as my hips wants to buck against him.
"Fuck, okay – You – I won't last if –" The words spilled out of me, and Araxis slid his mouth from around my cock, swiping his tongue across the head to collect all the pre-come, lapping it up with his lilac tongue.
"As I said," he murmured, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, his crest rustling behind him, "over-eager."
And then he stepped forward, slinging his leg back over my hips to straddle my lap.
"Araxis," I breathed, his name sweet on my tongue.
I could feel my cock nudging against his slit, and we hadn't – we'd never – Most abaya didn't have penetrative sex, the cultural weight too heavy and frightening, and it wasn't something that I needed in order to feel satisfied –
Araxis ground his hips forward, the length of his slit rubbing against the underside of my dick, pinning my length to my stomach, and I groaned into his shoulder.
He was so wet against me. Every inch of my body crackled with heat and electricity, like I was lit up from the inside.
I shifted my arm, reaching my hand down to touch him instead.
He caught my wrist and pinned it up against the wall behind us.
His eyes were black holes I was happy to lose myself in, pulled into a thousand atomic pieces under his unflinching stare.
"Believe me when I tell you," he murmured against my mouth.
"I want to. Can I?" His hips stuttered against me, slit rubbing his slick all over the length of my cock, slippery and hot.
A spike of heat hooked the soft flesh of my belly, and my eyelids fluttered, beyond my control.
Believe me, he insisted, and I really didn't care about what kind of sex we had; I just wanted to be close to him, I wanted to feel his body against mine, I wanted to get lost in his eyes, to dissolve into a thousand pieces until every last atom that had ever felt alone was obliterated and I was held entirely by the thrumming connection between us.
I nodded, and Araxis licked into my mouth again, shifting his weight as he pressed his body down, my cock sliding into the tight heat of him like we were made for each other.
I stopped breathing for a moment as he settled on to me, taking me to the root.
Araxis sucked in a sharp breath, a surprised sound.
My free hand slid around his hips, resting in the small of his back.
"Is that okay?" I mumbled against his lips, voice strained.
I fought with everything I had not to move against him, although I could feel the muscles of his channel twitching and shivering as he made the tiniest movements.
Exploring, testing the boundaries of this sensation.
"Yes," he hissed. "Yes. It is better than nice."
He stared down into my eyes, intense, and in that moment, I was sure we finally understood each other again. Like we were tethered on a level that no one outside of this shuttle could touch, not ever.