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“Y-yes,” Jace’s voice was soft and it cracked with desire. He swallowed and answered more firmly, “Yes. God, yes.”

He slowly lowered his eyes from Khoth’s face to his magnificent chest. The basic structure of the Thaf’ell chest was similar to a human’s, but Khoth was simply more. There were more muscles really. He had a longer torso that allowed Jace to trace every hill and valley of his eight-pack easily.

And then his gaze dropped a little further down and he saw it.

“Wow,” he gasped out, unable to help himself. But then he quickly added, “Oh, I shouldn’t say--”

“You can say whatever you like, Jace. You can feel whatever you want,” Khoth assured him. “I do not want you to be afraid.”

“I’m not! You’re… you’re beautiful,” Jace murmured.

And Khoth was. Though he was also different. His cock was longer than a human’s, more like ten inches, but thinner and seemingly more limber in a nest of white curls. It moved, almost questing in the air in front of Khoth. The head was slightly bulbous like the head of a human penis and there was an opening for where Khoth could likely ejaculate.

The shaft was blue, but a sort of glowing blue, slightly translucent. Jace could see glowing structures inside. About an inch down the shaft was a ribbed section of the relatively smooth organ and Jace felt a rush of heat between his legs at the thought of that moving inside of him. Rubbing inside of him.

And then at the base were dozens of glowing blue tendrils that moved independently of the shaft or air currents. They looked to have almost little mouths on the end and Jace’s stomach muscles tightened. What did they do? What could they be made to do? Another flush of heat went through him.

“Do you have questions?” Khoth asked, being so careful not to move towards him, or so Jace thought.

Jace could not stay away. He couldn’t help himself. He was advancing with a hand out towards that beautiful, questing cock.

“I want to touch you. Can I touch you? I mean I want to… you know… that… there… it looks like it wants me to,” Jace got out.

Khoth blued. “Yes, I want you to, and there is only me. I could not hide my eagerness if I tried.”

This was Khoth--all Khoth--that wanted him. This was what Khoth felt and wasn’t saying. Maybe his cock’s actions said more than words ever could.

“That’s--that’s wild,” Jace murmured as he took Khoth’s cock in his right hand.

He grasped it lightly around the middle, just below the ribbed section. It was warm, almost hot, against his palm and silky smooth. The tip arched up to press against the underside of his arm. The tendrils at the base, too, reached out for him, questing along the backs of his fingers. Jace let out a laugh.

“Wow,” he repeated. “Wow. Wow. Wow.”

“Do you like it?” Khoth murmured.

He was so near. His breath gushed over Jace’s forehead. Jace slowly lifted his face to look up into Khoth’s. Their lips were half an inch apart. Khoth’s hair hung down over them. Some of it spilled over Jace’s shoulder and brushed his chest. He lightly squeezed Khoth’s cock. The Thaf’ell grunted.

“Was that a good or bad grunt?” Jace asked.

He felt the tip of Khoth’s cock quest against his forearm and something wet was left behind.

“Very good,” Khoth answered.

“I--I stroke mine. Do you like that?” Jace asked.

Really, why hadn’t he asked the Osiris about this exactly? He should have asked for diagrams and Thaf’ell porn! Did the Thaf’ell have porn? Of course, they did! Of course, every species had something like that. Maybe? Probably? Now he sounded like a complete noob! He had wanted to learn, but maybe he sounded dumb.

One of Khoth’s hands covered his, threading their fingers together as he started to move their joined hands over his cock. There was something utterly thrilling about touching another man’s sex, which was better than touching his own, especially when he could see Khoth’s expressions so closely as his palm glided over that silky, throbbing head or as his fingers ran up and down the ribbed section. Khoth’s eyes hooded. They were a deep blue, so dark that they were almost black and yet they appeared filled with stars. Pinpoints of light appeared in them. Galaxies. Jace’s lips parted at the sheer beauty of it.

When their joined hands reached the tendrils at the base, Khoth let out a soft grunt. His tongue snaked out and wetted his lips. His breathing increased as the tendrils snaked around Jace’s hand, drawing it down farther into their nest.

“What do these do?” Jace asked, his own mind going wild at the thought of them curling around his cock or surging inside of him.

“Oh, so much,” Khoth murmured. “Let me show you.”

Jace felt the warm wet head of Khoth’s cock bump against his stomach. To say it bumped wasn’t actually accurate. Jace looked down and saw that the tip was trying to get into his pants. It was testing the waistband rather like a clever cat attempting to get a treat, but was stymied by not having opposable thumbs. Jace chuckled.

“It’s cute,” Jace confessed. “I shouldn’t say that, but--”