The More Life Changes
Liam mumbled in hissleep and shoved at the appendage tickling the back of his knee. It vanished for a second and then returned. Feather touch. Soft. Teasing. Liam blinked one eye open to find Ondry’s face inches away.
“Good trades and fair weather,” Ondry said in an amused tone.
Liam rolled onto his side. “Good trades,” he returned. He stroked Ondry’s arm as he drifted on the last wisps of sleep. Lazy mornings were his favorite, especially after years on the ship. He’d never been able to relax around the rumble of heavy engines. Liam frowned and pried both eyes open long enough to look over his shoulder. No Takil.
Liam’s heart pounded. “Where is he?”
Ondry’s face tightened in pleasure. “He crept out of the house and currently hopes to steal profit from Vida. She is heavy with eggs and he hopes to take advantage of her inability to harvest.”
“But...” He was too young to be out on a farm running equipment.
“He is fine.”
“He’s a baby.” Liam squirmed his way toward the edge of the nest.
Ondry caught him around his waist and pulled him back. “The shell has dried and fallen off his backside. He has to find his own way. And Vida will protect him from himself.”
Since Liam couldn’t win a physical contest against Ondry, he yielded. “But he’s a baby,” Liam repeated, not that he would say the same in front of Takil. The boy was so damn touchy about his age. He came up to Liam’s shoulder, and yet he walked around with the confidence of a tuk-ranked Rownt.
“We are alone,” Ondry said.
Liam was on the verge of saying something else about Takil when the words sank into his sleep-soaked brain. Alone. Totally alone. In their nest. Together. Liam raised his eyebrows. “Alone?”
“Yes.” Ondry placed a gentle kiss on Liam’s lips, then the tip of his tail slipped under the waistband of Liam’s sleep pants, flicking and teasing.
“You are looking to take advantage. Like father, like son.”
“I am far more skilled.” Ondry rubbed the end of his tail against Liam’s cock. Liam shivered and arched his spine.
“You are arrogant.”
“Yes,” Ondry agreed. He drew Liam’s shirt off in one smooth pull. Maybe they were a couple of decades out of practice, but Ondry still had the moves down. Liam ran his hands over Ondry’s muscled form. He was tempted to stroke Ondry’s fora, but that was a pleasure they could share any time. Sex, though. Oh Lord, Liam missed sex. He missed the sweat and the smell and the feeling of Ondry holding him down. Most of all, he missed the raw, insatiable greed in Ondry’s expression when he took control of Liam’s body. Liam’s cock was already hard at the memory.
Ondry pressed the tip of his tail against Liam’s balls. Lost in the lust, Liam clutched Ondry’s arm and gasped for air. Too fast. Way too fast. He wanted this moment to last forever, or at least until Takil came home, but his body was already rushing toward that perfect white crash of completion. Liam took several breaths to try to get a grain of control.
He had almost convinced his body to calm when Ondry shifted closer, pinning Liam to the pillows. The delicious feeling of being held left Liam writhing and groping his chilta. Ondry held him firmly and huffed the air near Liam’s neck. “I have missed this scent.” Ondry licked the side of Liam’s neck.
Liam bucked up, straining against Ondry’s hold. At this rate, Liam’s cock was going to break. Ondry wrapped his tail around Liam’s leg, which left Liam’s cock feeling abandoned.
“I have missed this,” Liam said. “I need more. Please, Ondry. I can’t wait.” Another time, Liam would have loved to play their slow, teasing games, but right now, he needed Ondry in him. It had been too damn long. Ondry slid his tail higher until it brushed Liam’s balls, teasing. The tip then teased at his hole. Liam spread his legs and squirmed. His body was on fire. He felt like a powder keg of pent up sexual energy, and Ondry had lit the fuse.
“This scent is addictive,” Ondry whispered. He pressed the tip of his slicked tail against Liam’s hole. Liam held his breath and then Ondry pressed into him. The stretch burned, and Liam dug his heels into the bottom of the nest.
“Your tail is addictive,” Liam blurted between his gasps.
