Chapter 11
Kenji stared up at Qylar, his palms resting on the man’s chest. Both of them breathed roughly, their need apparent.
The weeks and weeks spent apart had been torment.
Kenji slid a hand behind Qylar’s neck and lifted for a kiss, unable to control himself another second.
Qylar’s head swept down, their lips smashing together.
Kenji opened his mouth, a shuddering gasp escaping.
Qylar took advantage. He swept his tongue inside and slid it across Kenji’s.
Without conscious thought, Kenji wrapped both his arms around Qylar’s neck, pulling them ever closer.
Before he knew it, he was sitting astride Qylar’s hips, rolling his and pressing his hardening cock against the thick brand under him.
He wasn’t exactly sure when clothes started coming off, but he was certainly glad when they were free of them.
Qylar rose, carrying Kenji with him, and crossed to the stairs. He descended, never removing his lips from Kenji’s mouth. When they fell into bed together, Qylar was on the bottom, giving Kenji freedom on top.
Kenji rolled his hips, rubbing their hardened cocks together. How he’d yearned to feel Qylar against him again. Every night had been torment, lying in bed alone, knowing he was just across the city and likely willing to make Kenji scream with pleasure until morning came.
“Lube?” Kenji asked, desperate to feel Qylar inside him again.
Qylar stretched and pulled a bottle from his nightstand.
They both squirted some into their palm.
Qylar coated his cock while Kenji slathered it all over his hole.
Their motions were rushed, their need untethered.
When Kenji reached behind him and positioned Qylar’s cockhead against his hole, he gasped before it ever entered his body.
“Wait,” Qylar whispered hotly.
“I don’t want to,” Kenji whimpered.
“Did I hurt you last time?”
“No,” Kenji said, frowning.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Kenji said, closing his eyes and lowering his body.
Slow and steady, Kenji sank onto Qylar’s cock, filling every bit of him. After pausing a moment, growing accustomed to the wide stretch of Qylar’s shaft, Kenji lifted and came back down. He did that a few more times before settling into an unhurried pace, riding Qylar’s cock.
He wanted to take his time. Allow his body to blossom for Qylar’s size. When he easily took Qylar’s shaft, he rolled his hips faster, picking up speed. Kenji’s head fell back, his mouth dropped open. His breathing grew rough, his core muscles tightening.
Suddenly, a tentacle wound up his arm, starting at the wrist and twisting like a vine to his shoulder.
Casting a look behind him, Qylar’s legs were no longer human, but a mass of tentacles churning and coiling.
His other arm was soon covered just the same, but not in some sense of bondage, but a means for Qylar to command the pace.
Qylar lifted them from the bed, another tentacle sliding under Kenji’s bottom and holding him aloft.
It was if Qylar knelt on the bed, holding Kenji just above, as he drove his cock deeper.
While Kenji was still above, Qylar controlled the movement.
All he had to do was hold on. He spread his lower legs out into tentacles, too—though so much more slender and delicate than Qylar’s thick, strong ones—and wrapped them around his mate’s strong biceps to help steady them.
The second his limbs wound around Qylar, the man shuddered, his body shaking with need. Feeling him on the brink of losing control was powerful. Knowing he was the cause even more so. Kenji lifted his knees higher, opening himself for Qylar’s spirited thrusts.
Kenji gasped the second he felt Qylar’s cock split inside him. He’d almost thought it the first time but knew he’d had to be imagining it. This time, he knew it. Three powerful tentacles surged inside him, spreading him wider and plunging even deeper.
“Qylar…”
“I know you like that, baby,” Qylar said. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kenji breathed out before gasping at the sensation of all three moving and throbbing within. “I love…” Kenji gasped, holding back the word he wanted to say. “I love… the way you make me feel.”
He wondered what they looked like from the outside, a tangled twist of tentacled limbs.
The room was dark. Moonlight cast from the large balcony window traced the lines of their torsos and appendages and added a faint glow on the skin and suckers facing it.
The rest was in shadow, dark and stormy. Unknown to the light.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Qylar whispered before drawing Kenji closer and capturing his mouth.
Kenji had never felt so adored. Qylar wanted him and him alone.
He couldn’t know that yet did. Kenji was his obsession, the object of all his desires.
That came off Qylar in wave after wave. Kenji drowned in his passion, desperate to be whatever Qylar needed.
Fortunately for them both, the feeling was mutual.
Yes, Qylar’s appetite for Kenji was immense, but his eagerness to satisfy was maybe larger. He gave more than he took, his generosity knowing no bounds. He would ensure Kenji found gratification before he had his own.
He didn’t know how he knew that, but he did. Down to his very bones.
“I love you,” Qylar whispered, his forehead against Kenji’s.
Kenji trembled against him, the sincerity of his words causing a tremor. The tremor started a chain reaction, his core tightening and his inner thighs shaking seconds before he came. Head flipped back, neck exposed, he roared as his cock erupted, coating both their bellies with cum.
Qylar captured his mouth again, swallowing the last of his whimpers and moans, taking them into himself. A few strokes later, Qylar stiffened and bellowed Kenji’s name as he came. He pumped his tentacles deep, back bowed, until the tension broke and the thrusts slowed.
They remained where they were, Qylar in a kneeling position, holding Kenji aloft. Both of them panted, their hearts racing. Kenji’s legs gave out and returned to human legs. Slowly, Qylar’s body returned to human form, and they eased back onto the bed, still locked together.
“You’re okay?” Qylar asked before dropping soft kisses against the side of Kenji’s neck.
“I am,” Kenji replied.
“You’re sure?”
Kenji knew the source of the questions but didn’t want to discuss it and allow someone else to ruin their good mood. “I’m sure, Qylar.”
“Okay,” Qylar whispered. “I never want to hurt you, Kenji.”
“I know you don’t,” Kenji replied, earnest. He did know it. Qylar would never knowingly hurt him… but mistakes happened, and he’d already learned that Nefyrians were just as imperfect as humans.
Qylar carefully withdrew and rolled Kenji to his side, tucked into the crook of his arm.
With one arm and leg sprawled over Qylar’s hard, heaving body, they both continued to breathe deep, coming down from the heights of their interlude.
Qylar’s heart beat rapidly under his ear, the steady staccato slowing as the minutes passed.
His own rhythm soon matched it, beat for beat.
The haze of sleep took control, his eyelids growing heavier.
Kenji fought it, not wanting to lose the quiet moments of bliss in Qylar’s arms.
He drifted in and out, his exhaustion taking control.
Finally, the fatigue won out, and darkness took him.
The next time he awoke was sometime in the night, with Qylar drawing featherlight, languid circles on his swollen belly with the barest tip of his finger.
Even in the stillness of the night, Qylar was loud, his thoughts and emotions taking up too much space in the bedroom.
Whatever bond they shared—and Kenji could no longer lie to himself and say it wasn’t there—was something beyond what he thought possible.
Was it the alien parts of them intuitively recognizing their similarity, or was it their shared loneliness finding another lonesome soul?
Perhaps it was both. A yearning for another who understood the desolation and isolation that few had ever experienced.
The fact they’d both basically been orphaned, as well, connected them even further.
Kenji didn’t have to wonder if Qylar could fathom what he’d experienced, because Qylar had lived it and knew, soul-deep, what it felt to be that alone.
Words could never explain something like that.
No matter how much you tried to make another person see the horrors you’d lived through, they would never know.
Qylar understood him on a level no other person would.
Even as little time as they’d spent together, they knew one another in a deeper, more meaningful way than years could share.
Kenji wondered if that was also why he’d fought seeking Qylar out for too long.
Qylar saw his pain and heartache. There was no way Kenji could hide it, no matter how hard he tried.
He’d gotten so accustomed to fading into the background and no one ever truly knowing him that there had been safety in that.
With Qylar, he felt raw and vulnerable, and that was a scary place to be.
It was also an intensely beautiful place to be.
If he could learn to trust Qylar with that vulnerability.
“I sense your mind churning,” Qylar whispered, removing his hand from Kenji’s stomach.
“As if I could sleep with yours so loud.”
Qylar cupped Kenji’s cheek and tilted his head, lowering for a gentle kiss.
He pressed his forehead to Kenji’s, the tips of their noses coming together for a tender nuzzle.
Kenji wanted to stay like that, in Qylar’s arms, for an eternity.
Without the outside world or their problems in the way.
Just the two of them, skin-to-skin, their hearts in synch.
“What’s happened here?” Qylar asked.
“Do I have to have the birds and bees talk with you now?”
Qylar chuckled, the rumbling sound of it inside his chest warm under Kenji’s ear.