Page 119 of Alien Haven

Detodev paused in the doorway to consider his surroundings. Mitag held off a grin, worried it could be taken the wrong way. He wasn’t amused, but anticipatory.

Mitag’s bed was clan-size, big enough for four to sleep on. The coverings were lush and soft, and double rods festooned by sheers and heavier curtains spanned to carved wood columns at the corners. When the canopy drapes were drawn, it gave the romantic illusion lovers were shut off from the rest of the world in a private oasis.

Detodev eyed the bed, then the grouping of cushions before a fireplace on the near wall. Many of the cushions were billowy and some had firmer supportive forms. They could be moved to any number of configurations lovers might choose for comfort and play.

“Do you think it’s too warm in here for a fire?” the Nobek asked.

“A fire would be nice. Why don’t you light it while I strip you?” Mitag invited. He unleashed his eager grin when Detodev’s eyes darkened in excitement. A hint of spicy-sweet arousal teased his nostrils. His and his companion’s.

“Yes. Let’s do that.”

Detodev carried him to the hearth and set him on his feet. Musky scentwood was already stacked properly in the fireplace. The Nobek knelt and took a small portable torch from its pouch on his belt while Mitag loosened the belt itself.

As Detodev lit the wood, Mitag pushed his companion’s trousers down and admired the rounded cheeks of his perfectly carved ass. He cupped them in his palms and sighed. Not for the first time, he wished Detodev’s personality was as warm as he was gorgeous. He slid his hands up, bunching the other man’s shirt toward his shoulder blades. The narrow waist, the complicated and exciting hills of muscles widening Detodev’s torso as he traveled up, the surprisingly few shinyscars displaying the history of his development as a member of Kalquor’s warrior caste…the individual elements composing the masterpiece named Detodev made Mitag’s pulse thunder. He licked a path behind his hands, up Detodev’s spine.

He reached the Nobek’s neck as Detodev finished lighting the fire and switched off his torch. Mitag swept the shirt over his head and off his powerful arms without pausing. Detodev turned and grabbed him. Mitag melted in the hungry kiss as the waking flames crackled and released the heady scent infused in the wood.

Detodev bore him onto the softness of the large floor cushions. Mitag experienced a jolt of warmth to his dual manhood to feel the bigger man’s weight on him, pinning him. He was equally happy to top or bottom, depending on his lover’s needs. He loved all forms of lovemaking, relished pleasing and being pleased in equal measure.

It was the closeness that mattered most, rather than the act itself. He wanted so much to be close to others, to know the uncompromising love and security lacking for most of his life.

He pretended he’d found it in Detodev. He pretended this wasn’t another isolated instance of the Nobek succumbing to mere lust.

Detodev paused kissing him to part the resealable seam running along the front of Mitag’s expensive shirt. Some Nobeks got so animalistic during sex, they tore their partners’ clothing. Detodev never had, at least where Mitag was concerned. He was probably worried he’d have to replace stuff he couldn’t afford. The Imdiko had expensive tastes.

Or was there another reason he was more cautious than the Nobeks Mitag had known in the past? Even Detodev’s rougher play had a sense of him holding back. As always, he speculated about the layers of thin scars on his lover’s forearms,crosshatched ladders that climbed the flesh from elbows to nearly his wrists.

Mitag’s wonderings broke off as the other man licked and kissed his chest in eager abandon. No, not as rough as his breed was characterized, but there was no doubt the Imdiko enticed him. He sucked Mitag’s nipple hungrily, his tongue rubbing the sensitive flesh so excitement zinged straight to his stiffening cocks.

Mitag moaned encouragement. His fingers tangled in the Nobek’s wavy hair. His grip tightened as Detodev slurped a path downward. He shoved Mitag’s trousers to his knees. Work-roughened hands gripped the Imdiko’s ass and kneaded.

Detodev wasn’t harsh as far as handling went, but he wasted little time on niceties. Finesse had never been his style, so it was no surprise for him to suck in a mouthful of Mitag’s smaller cock, making no attempt to tease. His head tilted to the side to keep from stabbing himself in the face with the larger frontal shaft, lifted high like a banner. Mitag shouted and writhed at the enthusiastic blowjob. Detodev’s attentions shot him to excruciating arousal in an instant.

Mitag was young enough to come easily, needing very little in the way of play prior to losing control. His gyrations were a desperate attempt to escape before it could happen, but Detodev was too strong for him to slip free. Telltale heat filled the shaft Detodev gobbled and began its inexorable journey to his primary, where his seed would erupt in less than half a minute if he couldn’t get free of the hot, demanding mouth.

Detodev released the grip on one of his ass cheeks. He lazily curled his fingers around the base of Mitag’s larger length as the thread of passion reached it. He squeezed.

The Imdiko’s climax still threatened, but it was dammed from release by his lover’s grip. He thrashed, now in an attempt to get loose so release could happen. The need to comeoverwhelmed Mitag, and he squalled an inarticulate demand to be allowed to do so.

Detodev came off his secondary and eyed him for a moment. Then he slowly, deliberately swallowed Mitag’s larger cock to where his fist grasped him.

The Imdiko’s sexes jolted, a lightning bolt of vicious yearning turning his insides to lava. His feet thudded against the cushions. His fists beat on them. He screamed as his vision turned white.

His surroundings abruptly reasserted themselves. His cocks throbbed desperately at his inability to orgasm.

Mitag swore. He begged. He fought, raining blows on Detodev’s shoulders, yanking his hair, the heels of his hands shoving his broad forehead. The muscled farmer’s head continued to bob relentlessly as he swallowed Mitag again and again. The Imdiko might as well have been a fly for all the effect he had on the bigger man.

“Please, Detodev, you’re killing me. Please, damn you, you asshole, stop! Let me get off or—hateful bastard—please, Detodev, you have to, don’t be mean…”

There was no way to shake the brutal beast loose, no matter what Mitag did.

Detodev waited until the Imdiko’s struggles and voice weakened to relax his grip. It disappeared. He went all the way down on Mitag. There was an instant when the trapped man felt the entirety of his primary enclosed. Detodev’s throat drew on him, swallowing.

The world shattered. Mitag shattered with it. Cataclysmic convulsions filled him, breaking him apart. Climax hurt after being held off for so long. It was sheer paradise as well, emptying him of the horrific pressure that had built so high. He sensed he was disappearing in jolts of purest elation.

The waves of pleasure hadn’t quite abated when he became aware of the monolithic figure of a huge man rearing up in the dancing firelight. Pressure returned but elsewhere, an insistent burrowing demanding entrance. Despite the ache blooming from Detodev’s determined invasion, Mitag offered no resistance. No denial. He was too wasted and euphoric from what had gone before.

Detodev grunted a happy sound as his slick sex filled Mitag. He propped the Imdiko’s calves against his shoulders and held them there. He slowly thrusted and retreated, thrusted and retreated. His eyes, usually cynicism-sharp, were soft and unfocused as he watched where they joined.

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