It was phenomenal.
Al made an involuntary noise and instinctively reached forward, doing what he’d been dying to do since he’d first laid eyes on Jude—he threaded his fingers through Jude’s floof of hair. It was the softest thing Al had ever touched, and he couldn’t help but tug on it a little when Jude began bobbing his head up and down. This seemed to encourage Jude, who moaned and took Al so deep, Al’s cock hit the back of his throat.
“You are very good, Jude,” Al groaned, clenching his fists in Jude’s soft hair. “So very, very good.” He held Jude’s head still to keep him in position, then pulled it back so his cock left Jude’s mouth.
“If it’s good then why are we stopping?” Jude asked.
Al smiled. “Because I want to be good for you.”
Al lowered himself to his knees and searched Jude’s face quizzically. “Do humans kiss?” he asked. It was a question he’d never asked before—his people kissed, but it was usually reserved for bondmates, as it was very intimate for touch telepaths to press such sensitive skin together—but Al didn’t care. Hewantedthat intimacy. His soul was aching for it just as much as his cock was throbbing for physical release.
“Yes,” Jude answered breathlessly, and that was all the confirmation Al needed.
He leaned forward and kissed Jude.
It was chaste and awkward at first—Al wasn’t quite used to his new body yet—but he let Jude lead and, always a quick study for the things that held his interest, Al got the hang of it fast. Soon he was parting his lips and learning the pleasure that was Jude’s tongue touching his, and yeah. Jude had been right. Human tongueswereuseful. The way they so effortlessly glided together made Al feel like his heart would beat out of his chest. Mating like this was far more arousing than it had any right being, and the way simply kissing Jude lit Al up from the inside made him never want to mate without it again.
As they kissed, Al took hold of the hem of Jude’s shirt. They parted just long enough for him to yank it off, then came together again. Jude gripped Al’s shoulders and tugged him forward until they were both horizontal on the bed, their feet hanging off the edge like Jude’s had been earlier. Neither of them was in any hurry to fix their position. Jude was too busy teaching Al exactly how he liked to be kissed, and Al was so enraptured by the intensity of their added physical contact he thought he might never separate from Jude again.
The lesson continued.
Jude did something with his tongue—a kind of curling, swirling motion that made Al feel the need to pin Jude to the bed and mate with him immediately. Wanting Jude to feel the same kind of pleasure, Al mimicked the gesture and was treated to the sound of Jude unabashedly moaning, but the little uptick of satisfaction and pride Al felt at his job well done was quickly overshadowed by a burst of arousal that had originated inside of Jude. It slammed into Al much like his ship had slammed into the earth—uncontrollably, and with such force Al was physically impacted by it.
He involuntarily shuddered.
“You all right?” Jude asked in concern.
“Yes,” Al replied, recapturing his lips before he could ask anything else. He wouldn’t know what to say if Jude pressed the issue. How could he hope to explain that yes, he was all right, but also the mere touch of Jude’s skin against his own was so powerful, it felt like he was about to go supernova?
Al wanted more.Neededmore. He moved his lips to the pulse point below Jude’s chin and kissed his way down his slender neck, then licked along Jude’s collarbone. He ran his fingers down Jude’s side, loving the softness of his skin, and sucked on one of his nipples, earning him a delightful mewling sound from Jude as he writhed with pleasure.
“I want you inside—fuck!—inside of me,” Jude panted, arching his back when Al moved over to the other nipple and encircled it with his tongue. “Please, please fuck me, Al. I swear to god I am going to combust if you don’t give it to me.”
“Do not combust,” Al said sincerely, nuzzling Jude’s torso with his nose, inhaling the scent of him. “Tell me what you are wanting from me and I will give it to you.”
In response, Jude pushed Al off of him and sat up. He reached over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, rummaging through it frantically until he pulled out a small bottle with liquid inside. Al admired the view as Jude kicked his pants off—he was especially appreciative of the alluring roundness of Jude’s posterior—and made space when Jude returned to lying properly on the bed. Jude, moving rapidly but confidently, propped a pillow underneath himself and let his legs fall open. He held the bottle of liquid out to Al.
“Finger me until I’m begging for you, then fuck me until I see as many stars as there were out there in the desert tonight,” he instructed, looking at Al from beneath hooded eyes.
Al did not need convincing.
Taking and opening the bottle, he poured a dollop of liquid onto his hand and used it to slick up his fingers, then came between Jude’s legs and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of his thigh.
“I get so much enjoyment when I look at you like this,” he admitted, taking in the sight of Jude splayed out just for him. “You have so much beauty, Jude, and I have so much luck, because anyone could have found me, but instead it was you.”
“Al?”
“Yes?”
“Do you usually talk this much when you mate?”
Al laughed shyly, ducking his head, and Jude laughed along with him.
“If you’re so grateful, why don’t you show me?” Jude said once the laughter died down.
Coincidentally, that was exactly what Al wanted to do.
Glad that he and Jude were united in their desires, he slipped a finger inside.
