“Positive,” Dante whispered. “How do I know if you are enjoying yourself?”
“If you are in the room, I am enjoying myself,” Regi said. That sent another frisson of desire through Dante. He’d slept with many men, but he wasn’t sure how many of those partners had wanted him as an individual versus them wanting a warm body in their bed.
Dante shifted closer and ran his hand over Regi’s arm. Now they were inches from each other, and Dante could feel the heat of Regi’s body and study his dark eyes. They didn’t have the same pattern Dante expected in human eyes. As much as Regi and his people felt more human than other aliens, they weren’t the same, and Dante was excited to discover the differences.
Regi turned his head, and his warm breath tickled Dante’s ear. Dante shivered, and then Regi’s breath was hot on the back of his neck.
With heat gathering in his belly, Dante bowed his head, offering more access. Regi shifted so their thighs were pressed together. Dante’s head swam with need and a dizzying lust. He turned, cupping his hand against Regi’s cheek before he kissed him. Regi made a noise that might have been surprise, but Dante was too lost to the spicy saltiness of Regi’s lips. He slowed, parting his lips, and then Regi’s hands caught him by his waist, holding him.
Dante groaned and his cock grew hard. He wanted this. He needed it. It scared him how much he needed it, but he turned his head so he could explore the curve of Regi’s shoulder, kissing the place where arm and neck met.
“My people also enjoy...” Regi finished the sentence with a Kowri word that had far too many consonants given that Dante had few brain cells to spare. Then he pulled Dante close and kissed him so hard his few remaining brain cells failed. By the time Regi pulled back, Dante’s mouth was hot and swollen.
“Kissing,” Dante whispered against Regi’s neck. “Pressing lips against someone else is to kiss them.”
“I enjoy kissing,” Regi said.
“Definitely,” agreed Dante. “It’s the best.” He wrapped a hand around the back of Regi’s neck and pulled him in for more kissing. This time their tongues tangled, and Dante rocked his hips against Regi, blind with lust. For months his cock had been missing in action, and even when Dante was alone in his room and trying to masturbate in his bunk, nothing had happened. He’d even wondered if the slavers had done something to damage him.
But now he was so hard he feared coming in his pants. Regi guided him with hands on his hips, tugging until Dante was straddling Regi’s lap. Dante wriggled, his body demanding more until he lost all control.
Regi’s hands were possessive in how tightly they held him. The whole situation felt unreal, like Dante had slipped into some fever dream in an effort to escape the slavers. If so, he didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to live in this moment forever. Regi lifted Dante’s shirt, and the cool air teased his sweating skin. Then Regi slid his hands across Dante’s naked flesh.
A shiver ran through Dante’s body, and he threw his head back as lust ripped through him. A moan escaped, and Dante was on the edge of orgasm, but it was too soon. He didn’t want this to end, and he didn’t want the pleasure to be so one-sided.
He slithered off Regi’s lap, twisting to escape his grip. He landed on the floor on his knees, reaching for the fastenings on Regi’s pants. Dante half-expected a protest, but Regi whined,his voice high and tremulous. Once Dante had opened the fastenings, Regi lifted his hips, and Dante slid the fabric down so it pooled around Regi’s boots.
The longer fur of Regi’s thighs was silken under his fingers, but Dante was focused on the long, thin cock lying in a curve along the inside of Regi’s thigh. The thickness of two thumbs, it had a series of slits along the top near the tip. “Is that...”
“My di-male reproductive organ,” Regi said, his voice far breathier than normal. He clutched at the edge of Dante’s mattress.
“Cock,” Dante whispered as he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the base. It tasted of salt and spice, and Regi’s high-pitched wail made it even better. He wanted Dante. He wanted Dante’s mouth. This was so much better than cold fantasy in his bunk or even the desperate hot groping he’d shared with other men when he’d been younger. This was real.
When Dante looked up, Regi’s eyes were half-closed and his fur stood on end with ripples sailing across his body. Dante licked the bare skin of Regi’s cock, and the strongest ripple yet coursed across Regi’s chest, his stripes undulating. When Dante went in for another taste, he licked closer to the end where the spice was stronger. As a Texas boy, he was fond of spice.
He fucking loved it.
The slits along the top felt like tiny seeds under the skin, and Dante explored the shape with his mouth, flicking his tongue along each slit. Regi fisted Dante’s hair. “I can’t... you can’t. I’m going to...”
“Pick a sentence to finish,” Dante teased. Regi was panting as though he had chased pirates through the ship for hours. Dante was proud of that. For all of Regi’s self-control, he couldn’t form a complete sentence. Dante had done that to him. He pressed breathy kisses along the sides of Regi’s cock.
“I am going to eject reproductive material.”
“Sexy,” Dante muttered.
The translation matrix was going to give him a psychological complex. Regi pulled on Dante’s hair, forcing Dante to give up his prize. Dante braced on Regi’s knees and lifted himself so they were nose-to-nose. Before Dante could plan his next move, they were kissing. Regi gripped him hard enough to leave bruises and Dante’s thoughts fled like birds from a hawk.
Taking advantage of Dante’s distraction, Regi pinned him to the mattress and a twist of his hand opened Dante’s pants. When Regi pushed them down, Dante’s hard cock surged up.
“Knowing you are interested is an unexpected benefit of inflatable genitalia,” Regi said with awe.
“Less talking, more touching,” Dante said. Regi curled his hand around Dante’s cock, and Dante’s eyes fluttered shut. With Regi’s weight pinning him to the bed, all he could do was writhe as Regi squeezed and stroked and explored. When Regi cupped his balls, Dante thrashed and kicked his heels into the bed, but he couldn’t escape.
Regi sank down next to Dante, his hand splayed across Dante’s bare chest. As Dante struggled to get his breathing under control, Regi studied him, his fingers tracing small circles on Dante’s cooling skin. Dante’s balls ached with need, but jerking himself off felt selfish. “I need to come,” Dante whispered in desperation.
“Come where?” Regi tilted his head to one side.
“Come. Ejaculate. Eject reproductive material.” Dante was almost shouting in frustration. He captured Regi’s hand and pushed it toward his cock. Then he grew hot from both desire and embarrassment. But Regi didn’t seem to mind. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, and Dante thrust up into it and clutched at Regi’s shoulders. He tried to reach for Regi’s cock, but the angle was wrong. Then Regi tightened his hold andDante came with a shout. Cum splattered against his legs, and his heart pounded painfully hard.
