Al nodded shamelessly, seemingly lost for words. His mouth had fallen open, his eyelids had grown heavy, and his hips, once still, now thrust in time to the rhythm Jude set with his hand. He groaned as Jude squeezed tighter, pumping himself into Jude’s hand with increased desperation, then whined out in protest when Jude abruptly let him go.
“Patience,” Jude told him, planting a sweet kiss on the place where Al’s jawbone met his ear. He then turned his attention to the rack of soaps, shampoos, and other sundry hygiene items suction-cupped to the wall and selected a short round jar of coconut oil Ezra used to moisturize with after his showers. To his relief, there was quite a lot of product inside—the jar seemed decently new.
Ezra, buddy,Jude thought, willing with every ounce of his being that Ezra would somehow pick up on his internal dialogue telepathically,I am so sorry, but also—thank you. You are straight up saving my life right now. I owe you at the very least a new jar of coconut oil for the crimes I am about to commit to this one, but let’s talk details later. After I get dicked down.
Apology sent out into the cosmos, Jude unscrewed the lid and scooped out a glob of the solidified oil, rubbing it between his hands until his body heat melted it into a slippery goo. While Al pushed his drenched bangs off his forehead and out of his eyes to watch, Jude took him by the wrist and spread oil onto his index, middle, and ring fingers. He then used what was left over in his palms to slick up Al’s cock, giving it a glossy shine.
Without further preamble, Jude turned around and bent over, finding purchase on the back edge of the tub. His oily hands threatened to slip on the porcelain, and he had to put his weight onto the meat of his palms in order to remain steady. The shower was small enough that hot water still rained down on him, pitter-pattering along his back and ass, and he was enjoying the droplets’ gentle massage when Al pressed his oiled finger against him.
Jude groaned as that finger encircled the circumference of his rim. He didn’t know whether the teasing was intentional or just another one of Al’s curiosities, but in the moment, it didn’t matter—he perked his ass, pushing himself backward to spur Al on.
Al obliged, and suddenly, Jude was no longer empty. He gasped and clenched on instinct, still a little sore from their first time together, until Al ran a gentle hand down his shower-wet spine and muttered, “Feel relaxation now, Jude. I am taking care of you.”
As though compelled by means outside of his control, Jude relaxed his muscles and allowed Al to loosen him up with the careful push and pull of his finger, but after what they’d done last night, it was nowhere near enough.
“I can take more,” Jude said in a rush, his voice thin with blatant need, but Al refused to add a second finger right away. The bizarre little alien, in all his sweet-as-sugar kindness, apparently had to make sure that all the soreness from the night before had been massaged out of Jude before they did anything else.
He worked that single finger purposefully, putting pressure in places that somehow, impossibly, took Jude’s soreness away until he found the one spot. The holy grail. Jude’s prostate. Al massaged it dutifully, putting just enough pressure to turn Jude into a squirming, bucking mess without sending him toppling headfirst into orgasm.
“Please,” Jude croaked, at his wits’ end, as his thighs began to shake. “I need more, baby. I need more.”
“Are you certain you are feeling—”
“Yes.I’ve never been more certain about anything in my entirelife. Fuck me. Fuck me,please.”
He wasn’t exaggerating. The desire building inside him was intense in a way he had never felt before. It was almost as though his body had a literal need for Al’s cock—as though, somehow, he’d become addicted to it, and Al’s finger had triggered the craving.
The desperation in his voice must have gotten his point across, because after only a moment’s hesitation, Al slid his finger out of him. For a second the emptiness was pure agony, but agony turned quickly into bliss when Al grabbed him by the hips, lined himself up, and pushed inside.
“Christ,” Jude cried, his body working fast to accommodate Al’s girth. Al began to move, and Jude moaned. “God, that feels incredible, how can you feel so fucking good? You are a fuckingmagician.”
Jude kept on babbling nonsense as Al rocked into him, slow at first, then faster, the angle of his cock hitting Jude in exactly the right way, driving into Jude’s prostate in a way that immediately shut Jude’s brain down. The only other time he’d felt this good getting fucked had been when Al had taken him in his bed. It was like Jude had been made specifically for him, like his sole purpose in the universe was to take Al’s cock.
Al thrust deeply into him, making Jude take him down to his balls, and Jude lurched forward from the impact, groaning, taking every inch of it, and so turned on knowing it was inside him that he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came all over the side of the tub.
“I’m going to come,” he gasped. “Al, you’re gonna make me come.”
“I am similarly affected,” Al said, voice strained, and Jesus, it was such a dorky thing to say, but it made Jude absolutely feral, because the only thing he wanted more than Al’s cock was to be filled with his cum.
“Come inside me,” he gasped, flexing his hips to grind against the cock breeding him. “Don’t pull out. Donotpull out. Promise me you won’t.”
“I will not,” Al agreed, sounding equally dire. “I will make sure it all stays inside you, and I will fertilize you, Jude.”
God bless the language barrier, because as fucked up as it was to say, there was something so deliciously filthy about the idea of being “fertilized” that Jude was very nearly pushed over the edge.
“Do it,” he croaked, fucking himself on Al’s cock as Al’s thrusts became increasingly erratic. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you fill me up. Do it.Fertilize me.”
A groan ripped from Al’s throat, and he pushed his thick cock as deeply as it would go into Jude’s hole. Jude contracted around it as it came inside him, milking it for every last drop, and there was so much of it, he really did feel it. It was filling him.
Al was breeding his hole.
The thought caused orgasm to slam into him like a freight train, so fast and mind-blowing that Jude didn’t just make a mess of the tub, but of his own belly as well. He stayed in place, panting, as aftershocks rattled through him for a solid minute or two while Al gradually stopped thrusting and they both caught their breath. By then, the hot water had gone tepid, but that was okay. They were both so overheated from going at it like animals that not even Al mentioned the temperature change.
At last, Jude stood upright, knees stiff and popping as he went. He turned around and pulled Al into a long, lazy kiss in the lukewarm shower. Cum dribbled down his thighs, and Al’s tongue filled his mouth, and never in his life could Jude remember feeling half as satisfied.
“You know, showers are usually meant for getting clean,” he mumbled when the kiss finally broke, resting his forehead on Al’s broad chest.
Al chuckled and smoothed back Jude’s wet hair. “Our activity was more agreeable than making our bodies clean,” he said, and Jude couldn’t disagree.
