Chapter 20 #5
He pried his body off of mine, adding the barest sliver of distance even as his mouth continued to map the skin of my throat; at least without his hip pressed directly against my cock, I might be able to avoid coming in my pants.
"Hm." The familiar sound thrummed against my skin, electric.
"I thought you said you would be fine with a protracted break.
You have two hands and a vivid imagination, yes? "
My fingers started working a bit more steadily on his braid, carefully undoing the twisting and tucking of his crest. "There's protracted and then there's protracted.
" He trilled against me, my skin vibrating beneath his mouth.
"And how have you enjoyed your return to celibacy?
" I asked, pretending that even the smell of him wasn't making my cock ache.
Araxis pushed himself off the wall and away from me as I finished with the last twist of his crest. All at once, his mane of quills – the ombre of white to brown to black – rippled behind him in a sonorous rush.
"In truth," he admitted, "I have found it very challenging.
Do you know how often I have woken in the night with your body curled against mine, drenched with wanting?
I have been grateful to have a private hygiene room so close at hand.
" And then, clearly pretending he hadn't just flushed the prettiest pink in the universe, he turned and headed toward that same hygiene room where apparently he'd been going to jerk off in the middle of the night while I slept.
I leaned against the wall for a moment, chest heaving from the particular dimensions of that mental image, and then I followed after him.
In the bathroom, he flicked the shower on so that the room grew warmer and more humid by the minute, while he manoeuvred me into place against the counter.
He pulled at the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head as I moved, pliant under his touch.
His fingers untangled the knotted ties at my waist while he pressed kisses to my mouth, my throat, my clavicle.
His tongue flicked against one pebbled nipple, and I made a startled sound.
He licked again, firmer, more intentional, and even I was surprised at the little flare of pleasure.
He glanced up at me, eyes glinting. "I read about that in a book your friend sent to me," he said, self-satisfied. Then, smile growing sharper, "I have read about many things we might do, Sashen. There are so many things to try."
It was as if he'd punched me right in my diaphragm, like he'd just knocked the wind out of me.
"And you said I like to be well-informed," I tried, but I couldn't be expected to make much of a joke when my voice was tight with arousal and also my alien boyfriend was kneeling on the bathroom floor in front of me, tracing the shape of my cock with his long, white fingers while he looked up at me hungrily through his fringe of dark lashes.
Humour wasn't exactly at the top of my priority list at that particular moment in time.
Araxis tugged at the waist of my pants, easing them down so that the fabric dragged, agonizingly slow, over my cockhead. My hands were braced on the counter behind me, knuckles whitening. He gave my pants another tug, firmer, and my cock sprang free, a little whimper of relief escaping my lips.
Araxis's eyes were big and black as he stared up at me. He curled his long fingers around the hard length of my dick, right at the base, and leaned in, tracing his tongue along the shape of my shaft, probing and exploring.
"Fuck," I hissed, and I had to look up at the ceiling and suck in a hard breath, because if I looked at what he was doing – currently, he'd loosened his hand, licking the length of my cock and getting it slick with his slippery saliva, his fingers curling back into place as he started stroking – I was going to come immediately. I was –
Fuck, I might anyway. "Araxis –" I panted as his hand worked me, his tongue laving the top of my cock, lips then closing to suckle gently. "I – You should –"
Araxis's mouth fell away, and his fingers shifted to clamp down just beneath my cockhead, effectively cutting off the orgasm that had been building, stroke by stroke, each swipe of his tongue adding fire to my blood.
His grip was firm, unrelenting, and perfectly still. "Does this help?" he asked mildly.
"Uh," I said, blinking down at him.
"Something else from my study materials," he said, quite pleased, his tongue swiping his own lips, as if he wanted to savour the taste of my cock in his mouth.
He released me, rocking back a little. "I must say, the educational materials offered by humans are of greater variety and…
depth of instruction than anything from my own culture.
We only have vague poems and a few suggestive woodcuts. "
I wheezed out a startled laugh as Araxis stood, grinning.
"Yeah, let's take a break and talk about horny art," I suggested and he trilled, shaking his head, before he caught my face with his hands and kissed me firmly, resolutely.
It took him no time to have me squirming against him again, but this time, I kicked off my pants and he shrugged out of his own clothes before pushing me into the shower.
There, he pressed me against the tiles, warmed now from the steam although I felt like I had a star's worth of warmth and light in me already.
He kissed me, devouring me as one hand cradled my jaw while the other grasped the length of my cock, his hand tightening and twisting, pumping me to a mewling, gasping state.
He worked me with confidence and certainty, sliding his mouth to my ear where he bit the lobe, gently, as my hips bucked against him.
"Tell me when you're about to come," he murmured, breath warm in the curve of my ear, and I sucked in a hard breath.
Water was beading across my skin, our skin, and his crest was an undulating cascade.
Droplets glinted off his quills, flicking in the distance as they rippled, each one catching in the sunlight like a jewel suspended in the air.
"Can I touch you?" I said against his warm skin. "Please?"