“Mm,” Jude rumbled, shuddering as Al kissed his neck all over. He stopped fiddling with the blankets and shifted around until he was facing Al. “Good morning,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice that made Al’s cock twitch.
“Good morning,” Al returned, his own voice scratchy from lack of use. Not wanting to appear presumptuous, he brushed their noses together affectionately, and Jude took advantage of their proximity to turn Al’s tender gesture into a proper kiss.
What began as a simple morning greeting quickly deepened into something filthier. Jude ran his tongue along the seam of Al’s lips, seeking entry Al obliged, and he allowed Jude to lick into his mouth for many Mississippis until he was so hard and flustered, instinct took over from logic. Hips rocking forward, brushing the length of his stiffened cock along Jude’s, Al planted a hand on Jude’s shoulder in an attempt to flatten him onto the mattress and get between his legs, but Jude was not willing to be moved. He put a hand on Al’s chest to stop him, and with great reluctance, Al did.
“Do you want to know what I dreamt about last night?” Jude asked in a flirtatious tone of voice, idly playing with the strap of Al’s lanyard.
“What did you dream of?” Al replied, hoping there was a good reason Jude was picking that moment to bring it up.
“I dreamt of you,” Jude said with a sly smile, “fucking me.” He dropped his voice to a whisper and added, “But not as a human.”
Al, who had been tracing figure eights onto the dip of Jude’s hip, froze. Feeling uncertainty about what to say to this, he said nothing. Jude grinned wider at his silence, giving him a quick peck on his lips before continuing.
“You were so deep inside me,” he explained, sounding breathless, “absolutely railing me while in your true form.” He took hold of Al’s chin and looked him dead in the eyes. He said, serious as a heart ailment, “It was the hottest dream of my goddamnlife.”
Al swallowed thickly.
“Why are you telling me this, Jude?” he asked quietly. Jude’s expression shifted into something softer, something more unsure.
“I was wondering,” he said slowly, “how you would feel if we tried that. If you would be, you know, comfortable with it.”
It had been a while since Al had felt insecurity about his true form—Jude’s constant feelings of love for him made it difficult to become preoccupied by negative emotions—but truth be told, Al wasn’t certain that the strange feeling he had now evenwasinsecurity. Perhaps it was more like apprehension and, possibly, curiosity? He didn’t know, and the immediacy of the situation did not allow him much time for introspection.
“We don’t have to,” Jude quickly backtracked, misinterpreting Al’s silence for disagreement. “It was just an idea. We can just—”
“We can attempt this,” Al said abruptly, causing Jude to stop mid-sentence.
Jude’s eyebrows knit together in consternation. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean it—if you aren’t comfortable with it, we don’t have to. I just thought that, I dunno….” He shrugged. “I just thought it could be hot.”
Al’s sustained erection informed him that, on a physical level, he was also feeling arousal for what Jude had proposed. His heart, however, continued to feel apprehension. In his human disguise, he was Jude’s ideal mate, but in his true form, he was not.
“Do you genuinely find my true form attractive,” he asked Jude anxiously, “or did your dream make you believe you do when you actually do not?”
Jude let some of the tension out of his shoulders and smiled kindly at Al. He brushed his thumb along Al’s cheekbone and said, with absolute sincerity, “Babe, there isn’t any part of you I don’t find sexy as hell. Even that lanyard of yours.”
Al glanced down at his chest where his lanyard lay, then frowned up at Jude. “What is incorrect about my lanyard?”
Instead of answering, the corners of Jude’s eyes wrinkled fondly, and he kissed the edge of Al’s mouth before moving down so his lips were near Al’s ear. “I want to see you,” he whispered, making Al shiver. “Therealyou. Will you let me? Thank you very much please?”
How could Al say no to such a polite request? He nodded, then closed his eyes and concentrated. It was bizarre how foreign his own body felt after spending so long in a disguise, but still, there was a feeling of comfort in coming back into his true self, and the familiarity of it caused his apprehension to wane.
When the transformation was complete, he opened his eyes to find Jude staring at him, fire blazing in his eyes. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, running his hands up Al’s chest, not even trying to dodge his markings. “If you don’t get on top of me and kiss me senseless right the fuck now, I think I might actually die.”
Al believed this to be a statement made in exaggeration, but just in case it wasn’t, he tossed his lanyard over his shoulder and climbed on top of Jude.
The kiss that followed was galvanizing.
Jude wrapped his arms around Al’s neck and crushed their lips together, as though he felt too much impatience for Al in his true form to wait for Al to take the lead. Their tongues met, Al’s thinner and much more agile than Jude’s, and while the difference was jarring, knowing Jude was opening his mouth for a creature of another species turned Al on even more. He bit Jude’s lip—not hard enough to draw blood, but not gently, either—then moved down, sucking bruises along the length of Jude’s neck until he arrived at his torso. With two of his four hands, he toyed with Jude’s nipples, while with the third, he took hold of Jude’s cock and gave it long, slow strokes.
“Fuck, you were right all along,” Jude whimpered, voice broken and strained. “Two hands aren’t nearly enough.”
Al couldn’t wait to show him what he could do with all four.
But all good things would come in time. For now, he continued down Jude’s body, slowing his strokes until—with one last squeeze—he let Jude’s cock go. Jude was not shy about voicing his discontent right up until Al pushed his legs open and used his lower set of arms to fold Jude over by the backs of his thighs. He placed little love bites there, trailing inward, then put his tongue to work between Jude’s spread cheeks.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jude moaned, throwing his head back. “God, no one’s ever—that is—fuck.”
It was fuck indeed, and Al threw himself into it, working Jude open with his pointed tongue until Jude was wet and writhing for him, jumbled sounds of pleasure tumbling from his lips that did not belong to any of Earth’s many languages. Only then did Al change what he was doing, releasing one of Jude’s two nipples and using his hand to pump Jude’s cock instead.
