With a nod, Bryce stepped back just enough to wriggle out of his underpants. Now, Zef was aware of what humans looked like; they had seen depictions before. But it was different being faced with alien genitals in person. They cocked their head, inspecting the soft penis and scrotum between his legs, nestled in a thick thatch of dark pubic hair.
They were curious what it would feel like, but they did not want to give the wrong impression. Seduction was not the purpose of this, so instead of indulging their curiosity, they took his hand and allowed him to lead them to the shower.
Since everyone in Bryce’s family was tall and broad, the shower was spacious, and they laughed as Bryce hooked an arm around their waist and lifted them off their feet to place them under the warm spray. He followed them, shutting the opaque glass door behind him. The air was thick with moisture and steam, and they smiled shyly as he smoothed their wet hair out of their face.
They turned to the side so he could join them under the water, and he stepped into the spray. Water carved paths through his body hair, and Zeffollowed them with their fingertips, admiring the hills and mountains of his body. Bryce explored them too, tracing the bones of their torso and mapping the subtle curves of their waist and hips. He did not attempt to touch them between their legs, but they had not expected him to. He was a gentleman, after all.
Soaping up a washcloth, they lightly scrubbed his shoulders, chest, and arms, cleaning between his fingers and in his armpits where the whorls of hair were even longer and thicker. They prodded him to turn and proceeded to wash his back as well. Not brave enough to wash lower, they kept their hands above his hips.
They massaged shampoo through his hair, making him groan in appreciation, and once he was clean, he took the washcloth from them and added more soap. Bryce washed them with just as much diligence and respect as they had him, avoiding their genitals and backside. He scrubbed the dried mud on their arms until they were clean again. When he rubbed shampoo through their long hair, they trilled in pleasure, and he smiled at them so brilliantly.
Overcome with the magnitude of the intimacy being shared between them, Zef tucked their face into the nape of Bryce’s neck and cinched their arms around him. They were touching everywhere, skin wet and warm, and they trembled, overwhelmed in a wave of pleasure. They held each other under the spray for a long time, hands wandering innocently, sharing the comfort of touch without expectation. The human’s fingers blazed fiery trails over their skin, and how they burned for him.
When they lowered their hands to his backside, he chuckled in their ear. “Are you getting fresh with me, Zefryn?”
“It is for science,” they said primly, and Bryce laughed again before boldly cupping their butt in his hands. They squeaked but did not bat him away.
“For science,” he echoed, and they hid their flushed face in his shoulder.
“Your butt cheeks are very furry,” they said.
“Yeah, I’m a hairy guy.”
“I like it,” they said, nuzzling his neck. “Your body hair is very attractive.”
“You are very attractive too,” he said, lips grazing their earlobe with every word, and they gasped as crackling warmth danced along their nerve endings. They felt his phallus stir against their hip, the soft flesh thickening and growing.
With a noise of surprise, they pulled back enough to stare down at the lengthening appendage. “You are getting an erection.”
He cringed. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why?” Their attention jumped between his thick arousal and his worried expression. “I do not find your body’s reactions repulsive, remember?”
“I know. I just… don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Their chest throbbed with affection. “Thank you. I do not feel uncomfortable. I am proud that you find me attractive. It is flattering. And”—they inspected his erection again—“you have a handsome penis. It is stately and regal.”
His cheeks darkened with a blush as he burst into laughter. “Well, I can honestly say that’s the first time anyone has called my dick stately or regal. Or handsome.”
“Good,” they said smugly. “May I touch it? I am curious what it feels like.”
Bryce inhaled sharply, and a thick wall of pheromones smashed into them. “I, uh, don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“You are aroused at the idea of me touching you,” they said, more a statement than a question, but he nodded all the same.
“Yes, you touching me like this,” he said with a wave to his bobbing erection, “would turn me on more. It would be sexual for me.”
“Oh. That is not my intention.”
He chuckled and nodded. “I know. That’s why it’s probably best if you wait until I’m not so keyed up to run tests on my dick.”
“You make it sound like I am going to conduct scientific experiments on your penis,” they scolded.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t if I let you,” he challenged, and they huffed in mock offense.
“I promise, your phallus is not that interesting.”
Wrapping an arm around their waist, he drew them close again, warming them up in the water. “Well, you’re the one who said it was regal and stately.”
