With a groan, Evellor fell to his knees, his mouth going to that warm, metal nipple. His hands swept up and down Mal's stomach, his sides, and then down to his ass. Kneading that thick flesh, he sucked Mal's nipple into his mouth. Evellor's whole body shuddered as he tasted the mineral tang of metal melded with the spice of a man.
“Oh, fuck,” Mal moaned and canted his hips to rub his erection against Evellor's chest. “Do you like it, Aethari?”
Evellor pulled back and looked up at Mal. “Call me Ev. And yes, I like it.” He flicked his tongue against Mal as he held his gaze.
Mal bit his lower lip and nodded. “Please tell me you're a top.”
Grinning, Evellor unbuckled Mal's belt and then untied his pants. He pulled down the Nethren's pants and underwear, revealing a slim, long, pale cock, hard and dripping. Breath coming faster, he licked the bead of moisture from the blushing tip and groaned at the salty taste. Then he was moving over Mal, working his length with tightened lips.
“Wait,” Mal panted. “Stop! I don't want to come yet. Let me suck you first, and then we can get to it.”
“Sweet Source, you're blunt.”
“I'm a Nethren. We don't make things bigger than they are. When we want sex, we go to a place where we know everyone is there for sex, and we fuck. Simple.” He paused, his expression shifting to something shivering and a little lost for a second. “Although . . .”
“What?” Evellor rubbed his thumbs over Mal's hips.
“I don't know. Things are different up here.” Mal chewed his lip and then said, “I'm different. I'm sure you noticed my friends' shock when I called you handsome. I shouldn't have done that.”
“So why did you?”
He shrugged. “Felt right.” Then he made a huff that was nearly a laugh. “Fuck me, I can't believe I just admitted to doing something based on a feeling.”
Evellor stood up, his hands going to the Nethren's shoulders. “I've been told that Nethren don't have feelings.”
“Sure we do.” Mal grimaced. “We feel anger, hatred, determination, jealousy. Many feelings.”
“All of them bad.”
Mal shrugged. “That’s your opinion. We think they're necessary. Those are the feelings that help us survive.”
Evellor cupped Mal's cheek. “And what do you feel now?”
Mal's indigo eyes widened. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then his expression hardened. “I feel lust. A lot of lust. Want to help me with that?”
A rumbling sound of aggression poured out of Evellor from somewhere unknown as he surged forward, one hand grabbing the back of Mal's head to yank him into another kiss. Mal's hands slid up underneath Evellor's wrapped tunic to rub his belly and tease his nipples. Blindly, Evellor reached for his own pants and shoved them down, no underwear to bother with.
“Oh, very nice indeed,” Mal murmured as he dropped to his knees, his cock bobbing. He licked his lips, grabbed Evellorby the base, and immediately started sucking on his cock like a wild thing.
Evellor couldn't remember the last time he'd been pleasured so savagely or so expertly. Maybe the thrill of discovery added to it. Anyone could walk in, but he had tied the tent flap shut, so t hey'd at least have a little warning. Evellor grinned and slid his fingers through Mal's long hair. He'd always preferred men with short hair like his, and it surprised him to find that his preferences had changed. There was something sexy about the feel and weight of Mal's hair.
Mal's fingers slipped down to massage Evellor's sacs.
“Stop!” Evellor whispered.
Mal immediately leaned back on his haunches, his bunched pants forming a pillow beneath his pert ass, and grinned up at Evellor. “You ready to fuck your first Nethren, Aethari?”
“Get up.” He helped Mal to his feet, spun him around, and bent him over the meeting table.
Mal chuckled and reached back to spread his plump cheeks. “Come on, warrior, I'm dying to feel an Aethari cock.”
Evellor gripped the base of his wet shaft and rubbed the tip over Mal's dusky-rose, puckered hole. The Nethren shivered and moaned just from that touch. Then Evellor pushed. Gently. Barely breaching and then withdrawing. In and out he slid until Mal opened to him like a flower, taking Evellor's cock into his hot, clenching channel.
“Oh, fuck, Ev!”
“Shh.” Evellor took Mal's hands from his ass and put them on the table. “Brace yourself.”
“Oh, great Tech, is this what love feels like?” Mal set his hands on the table and pressed down.
