Page 141 of Alien Haven

Mitag had been looking for such a connection for a long time. He felt he’d found it in Detodev, and now, Ilid.

He experienced a twinge of conscience as he offered the cleansing force of lust to calm Ilid from his nightmare, because some of it was for his own selfish need. Their circumstances were different, but he saw his own hurt in the Dramok just the same. Mitag wanted to heal him. He wanted to be healed.

As he kissed the other man, he swung his legs over Ilid’s to kneel. He increased the passion of the contact, letting desperation feed his energy. His hands smoothed along the strong planes of Ilid’s shoulders, down his chest, along his abdomen, zeroing in on the place where he could help him forget his troubles for a little while.

Ilid seized his wrists, stopping him before he could do so. When Mitag pulled his lips from the Dramok’s to gaze questioningly, he found a dark, demanding stare greeting him.

“Do you want a Dramok, Imdiko? When it comes to sex at least, I can certainly play the part.” Ilid’s grin was fierce, all hints of uncertainty gone.

“Show me,” Mitag invited, a thrill of excitement and anxiety coursing down his spine. As if Ilid hadn’t done so a couple hours prior.

They weren’t much different height-wise, but Ilid was by far the more powerfully built of the pair. He showed his physical strength, heaving up with a suddenness that startled Mitag. He found himself falling back. Ilid put him flat on the bed. He loomed and pinned his wrists to either side of his head.

“Guess I shouldn’t have gotten on top?” Mitag gasped.

“It gets my attention and inspires me to assume my rightful place.”

It was Mitag’s turn to be fiercely kissed. He felt Ilid was putting his stamp on him as well as asserting his mastery. He welcomed the image, though it was probably an illusion.

What he wouldn’t do to make the fantasy a reality.

Ilid kissed his way along the Imdiko’s jaw, up to his ear where he nipped the lobe. Mitag yelped at the exciting sizzle of pain. He instinctively squirmed against his captor, though he was exactly where he wanted to be. Ilid chuckled before kissing, his lips hot on the side of Mitag’s neck.

The Imdiko was thinking,I bet he’s going to bite, when Ilid did so. Fangs sank in the meaty part of his neck. Mitag yelped again and bucked, intuiting his lover enjoyed subduing even halfhearted resistance. Certainly the Dramok’s cocks, hard and slick on Mitag’s thigh, exhibited delight to feel him struggle against the inevitable. Ilid burrowed tighter, his weight pinning him.

Little by little, the Dramok’s unspoken demand for surrender eased Mitag’s scant resistance.He wants my submissionswirled in his head, and it was as good as hearing it ordered. In the end, he lay lax and accepting as Ilid’s venom took him over.

The Dramok released the bite and licked the pinpricks, his saliva easing the smarting that remained. He sat back to eye his prize. His wide smile showed his fangs folding out of sight. “Nice, obedient Imdiko,” he breathed.

Mitag groaned in response. Whatever Ilid ordered him to do, he’d grant without a moment’s hesitation. The bite left him no choice.

Ilid covered all the bases in a single statement. “Don’t resist. Surrender to me. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Mitag’s acquiescence was voiced in a sigh. “Yes, Dramok.”

Ilid wasted no time. He was young, he was eager, he was ready. Perhaps he was as determined to put his nightmare aside as Mitag was to help him do so. He settled the Imdiko’s thighs in the crooks of his elbows, lifting his hips. Voicing a grunt, his primary homed in on Mitag’s entrance and claimed him in a single thrust. Ilid’s eyes slid shut. Bliss suffused his handsome features. Seeing him accept Mitag’s gift of comfort lifted the Imdiko’s spirits. He felt his heart take Ilid in.

Let me love you. Let me have this important step toward the only thing I want in this whole universe, the one thing I haven’t been given since I was small. Give me a someone to adore and adore me in return.

The seconds spun past, and Ilid remained motionless. He simply knelt, joined to the hilt to Mitag, breathing softly. When he spoke, it was in quiet wonder.

“Why can’t it always be like this? Warmth and safety and pleasure? Why does anything else have to exist?”

Unsure if he should speak, Mitag waited until Ilid gazed at him, seemingly wanting an answer. The Imdiko offered the first option that came to mind.

“If bad situations don’t show their ugly faces, we don’t recognize and appreciate the wonderful moments.”

A slow smile tinged by sadness stretched Ilid’s lips. “Could be. Being here with you is wonderful.”

“For me too.” Hearing how choked he sounded, Mitag said nothing else.

Ilid’s hips slowly rocked. His cock moved deliciously against Mitag’s cumspot, eliciting a cry of pleasure. Though Ilid no longer pinned his arms, Mitag was unable to move because he’d been told not to. He could only lie motionless, feeling the exquisite sensations of Ilid making love to him.

Maybe he read too much romance into it, but it didn’t feel like a mere casual fucking. Nor did it feel his lover was using him to escape the pain he felt. Ilid’s pace was unhurried. He moved leisurely, slipping back and forth, letting Mitag feel every nuance of motion. Ilid turned his head from side to side and kissed the insides of the Imdiko’s bent knees, but his gaze remained riveted on Mitag, face. He gauged his reactions and adjusted the angle to elicit greater responses. He had control, but Mitag’s enjoyment appeared to be very much on his mind.

Best of all, he wasn’t looking for Darks.

“You can touch me,” Ilid said.

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