“Yeah?” I ask, rubbing small circles over the tentacle’s tip in my lap.
“I–I assume you do not understand, and I do n-not wish to embarrass you…” Kitaico stutters, stumbling a bit over his words. “But if you continue to caress my foretentacles, I will need to be excused to finish the job myself. Such touches make my cock throb with an intensity I don’t think I’ve ever known before.” His eyes darken as they meet my own.
My hands fly up into the air, dropping the brother in my lap. As if ungrateful for losing my touch, the tentacle winds its way up my wrist and pulls my hand back down.
“I didn’t know you could feel them…which, now that I’m saying that out loud, sounds so incredibly stupid,” I mutter, pushing the tentacle out of my lap.
“Thank you,” Kitaico says with a sigh of relief. “I don’t expect you to know much about my people, as I know little about the humans, either.” He focuses his hungry eyes on his work, knotting the cord over the purple alien sea sponges.
“Can I ask you what you did earlier? When you pressed your mouth against mine?” he tries to say nonchalantly.
So, he’s still thinking about the kiss, too.
“Oh, that was a kiss,” I tell him, bringing my pointer and middle finger to my lips.
“Kisth,” he says softly. “What does it signify?”
What does a kiss mean? The question spins in my mind. God, what, doesn’t it? I’ve kissed in moments of pure joy, the taste of laughter lingering on my lips. I’ve kissed in moments of grief when the tears mingled with the bittersweet touch. And in moments of unbound rage, a collision of lips instead of fists. But as I gaze into his eyes, I sense he’s not seeking the meaning of any ordinary kiss. He wants to understand whatour kisstruly meant.
Was it only to catch him off guard?
When Kitaico wasn’t here earlier, I panicked. For better or worse, he's now my protector—and I think I wanted to kiss him.
“A kiss is a sign of affection,” I tell him, unsure how to mime out that sentiment.
Putting my hand over my heart, I tilt my head and make an “aw” noise, hoping there’s some universal understanding.
Kitaico’s eyes drift back to my own, his brow cocked.
“Indigestion?” he asks.
I stifle a laugh and shake my head no. I look at the giant confused alien and open my arms.
“Can I hug you?” I ask him.
He might not understand me, but he leans closer, and I wrap my arms around his back, rubbing along his spine.
With a slight pause, he inhales sharply before settling his chin on the top of my head. Sitting on the floor of the cave, our contrasting heights are starkly evident.
“This is the same as a kisth?” His breath fans over my hair.
I nod, still holding my arms around him.
“Care. A kisth is for those you care about?” he says, wrapping his arms around my body, copying the movements of my hands on his back.
“Yes,” I breathe, his touch doing more to my senses than I want to admit to myself.
“If that is the case,” he says, pulling back and tilting my chin up with his hand, “let me return the gesture.”
A slow, agonizing buzz resonates in my ears as Kitaico leans in, his lips meeting mine with deliberate slowness. As our bodies turn against each other, I can taste the salty tang of the ocean on his lips. As he withdraws his hand from my chin, his fingertips gently glide through my hair. He presses harder into me, his foretentacles grabbing my hips.
Sparks ignite at my core, a sensation so different from the heat his venom once brought. This isn’t a frenzy. My body yearns for this. It wants Kitaico—I want him to go further.
His tongue tangles with my own, and he moans into my mouth as the foretentacles lift me to straddle his hips. The strength shouldn’t shock me, but it’s as if I weigh nothing when they move me. It makes me realize that the brothers and Kitaico have shown incredible restraint.
I can feel the throbbing of his cock and the pulsating of his surrounding tentacles through the thin woven wrap he wears at his waist. I can feel myself growing slick and ready for him.
But just as I’m waiting for him to move us further toward what feels like inevitable sex, he breaks the kiss, and his camouflage shuffles through several colors before returning to his yellow. Kitaico lifts me off his laps and sets me down chastely next to him.
