Page 37 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

"Clothes are overrated," Valen murmured, kissing his neck. "I like you better without them, too." As Valen spoke, his hands slipped under Logan's sweater, touching bare skin. "It feels nice under my fingertips."

"See? Hands aren't so bad." Logan smiled, glancing down Valen's body. He was wearing jeans. Not real jeans, of course. "What did you choose for downstairs?" Valen hadn't seen a lot of human dick, had he?

Valen smiled back at him. "I think a tool like that is better demonstrated in action."

He pulled Logan toward the bedroom and then onto the bed, covering Logan's body with his own. Their mouths found each other and kissed deeply as their legs tangled together. Logan sighed into the kiss, loving that sensation of another male body on top of his, hard lines digging into his own. It scratched an itch in him he hadn't realized was there until now. As much as he loved Valen in his tentacled form, this right here, skin on skin, fulfilled a much more basic need of his that he had ignored for too long.

Valen seemed to be enjoying himself as well, if the way he ground their bodies together meant anything. Whatever he had in his pants was growing hard as well, rubbing against Logan's own cock through layers of clothes.

Logan groaned. He needed those clothes out of the way, needed to feel Valen fully against his naked skin.

Valen seemed to pick up on his impatience because his jeans disappeared just like his sweater had, revealing a nice hard cock that made Logan's mouth water with want. It was thick and curved upward slightly, looking absolutely perfect as far as Logan was concerned.

"What do you think?" Valen asked as Logan reached out to stroke him. "Did I get it right?" He gasped at the touch and thrust into Logan's hand.

"Oh yes," Logan assured him, squeezing gently, enjoying the feel of it. "Where did you get your inspiration for this? You didn't see dick on TV, did you?"

"Not TV," Valen admitted. "I looked on your phone when you were sleeping last night. You have a very revealing search history."

Logan stared at Valen. "You went through my phone?"

"I only looked at your porn. Was that wrong?"

Logan stared at his alien mate a moment longer. "I'll forgive you if you put the knowledge you gained to good use," he muttered.

Valen grinned. "Gladly."

His hands found the button of Logan's jeans, popping it open with ease before pulling the zipper down slowly. Logan lifted his hips so Valen could pull the offending piece of fabric off, taking Logan's underwear along with it, leaving him naked beneath Valen's gaze. "Your cock is very nice too."

Logan's skin heated. "It's fairly regular." Even as he said it, though, his cock seemed to stand up more proudly under Valen's praise.

"No, it's very nice," Valen insisted, amber eyes holding Logan's gaze. "It's attached to you, and it makes you react so beautifully when I touch it." As if to give weight to his words, one hand closed over Logan's erection and began stroking it, making it jump in his fist as Logan let out a soft moan. Valen's lips twitched. "See?"

Logan huffed out a breathless laugh. "Okay, okay. You win. My cock is very nice."

Valen hummed his approval, bending forward to press a kiss to Logan's lips. At the same time, his thumb brushed over the slitin Logan's tip. Logan moaned into his mouth, pleasure sparking hotly through his veins, chasing the blood south and filling his erection completely.

When the kiss broke, Logan's breath was coming faster, need burning through his body once again. He reached for his partner, running his hands over Valen's chest, marveling at the smoothness of the skin, the firmness of the muscles under his palms. It all felt so warm and real.

His hand slid down to Valen's cock. The one he'd chosen to please Logan. It felt heavy in his hand, just as it should. "Fuck me with this," he whispered against Valen's lips.

"I will," Valen breathed, kissing him again before shifting to kneel between Logan's thighs. Logan spread for him, watching as his alien lover stroked himself with one hand and reached out to tease his rim with the fingers of the other.

The first push of two fingers had Logan moaning. His fingers had become slick without lube, easing their way inside him. "You're always tight," Valen murmured, "no matter how much I stretched you last time." He pressed a kiss to Logan's thigh. "I love that about your human body. Because I know how muchyoulove it."

Logan shivered at Valen's words and his tone of voice as his fingers pushed deeper. He couldn't wait to feel that thick cock inside him, fucking deep into him.

Somehow, he wanted it even more than he'd wanted the tentacles, which was saying something.

Valen looked at him as if the thought registered with him, or maybe the desire did. "You'll have me," he promised. "Any way you want. I will always try to make you happy as best as I can."

"You make me very happy."

"Good." Valen added a third finger, twisting it inside Logan's passage and making him cry out at the stretch. His body burned,but he welcomed the pain, wanting Valen inside him more than anything else.

Finally, those fingers slipped free. Logan watched as Valen stroked himself once more and positioned the tip of his erection against his entrance. Then, he pressed forward, breaching his hole, pushing inside. Logan moaned, his back arching as he opened for Valen, taking every inch of that cock deep into his body. "God, yes, that's good..."

"You feel perfect around me," Valen murmured, bending down to press a kiss to Logan's lips. Logan sighed, opening up eagerly to the kiss, letting the sensations overwhelm him. He could feel Valen everywhere: on top of him, in his head, in his ass, stretching and filling him. He loved the sensation of being pinned down by Valen's weight, surrounded by him completely, skin on skin. He let his thoughts drift, and felt Valentheretoo. Felt his joy at pleasing Logan, his desire to fuck him, his lust, his love. So much love it made Logan dizzy.

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