Page 34 of Slithery Heat

But Siurin turned him around and held him tighter, stroking his back. “A cold milieu lowers immunity in humans. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

Gideon burrowed into the protective embrace, smiling. One day, Siurin’s worrying might annoy him, but so far, he found it cute. When he looked up, Siurin was gazing at him, his eyes glimmering in the dark.

“We should go,” Siurin said, but he didn’t move. “I feel the urge to kiss you, though.”

“Then kiss me.”

The first brush of lips was tender, but as their tongues touched, Gideon let out a moan. The memories from his heat came crashing down on him.

Siurin seemed similarly affected because he backed Gideon off the sidewalk and under a sprawling tree without breaking the kiss. Leaning against the trunk, hidden in the dark, they licked into each other’s mouths, and Siurin pushed his thigh between Gideon’s legs.

Hard in an instant, Gideon bucked.

“You’re irresistible,” Siurin mumbled before his tongue lengthened and snuck into Gideon’s throat. Closing his eyes, Gideon opened for the invasion. He was being filled and possessed how he loved it the most, and his soul soared.

When he felt smooth tentacles sneaking under his clothes, he shuddered with a wave of desire. His underwear was wet with slick, and he could smell his own arousal. One of Siurin’s extra limbs unbuttoned his pants, and another slid through his crease and nudged his hole. He spread his legs wider. As Siurin thrust his tongue deeper, Gideon made his desire clear with every cell of his being, groaning, pressing closer, and pushing his ass out. Finally, a warm tentacle caressed his rim and slipped inside him.

Ooh. God, yes!

The tentacle in his ass curled, thickened, and pumped in and out while Siurin’s long tongue muffled his cries. The fullness and pressure were glorious.

He was in heaven again. Fucked on both ends, he clung to his unearthly lover, lost in mindless pleasure. It didn’t even take a minute, and he came, shaking in Siurin’s arms.

The tentacles retreated, rightening his clothes on their way, and the kiss gentled.

Gideon could have pretended nothing had happened if it weren’t for the mess in his underwear.

Siurin kissed his forehead.

“I got carried away again, didn’t I?” he murmured. “I missed making you climax. It’s so satisfying.”

“Well, you won’t see me complain. You’re exceptionally good at it.”

“I’m glad. But now I’m afraid you must be uncomfortable with your slick and semen soiling your clothes.”

Chuckling, Gideon grabbed Siurin’s hand and led him toward the lit-up pathway, the shortest route to his home.

“Worth it. I’ll shower when we get to my place.”

“May I join you in the shower?”

“You may.”

When they arrived at the street corner, Gideon assessed the alien’s expression in the light of the streetlamps. Siurin looked decidedly smug.

EPILOGUE

Five years later

The evening sun painted the walls in their living room in soft orange hues. It was Friday, the first night of their vacation—which they would spend doing nothing but fucking because Gideon was about to go into heat again.

He straddled Siurin and leaned in for a soft kiss. Siurin changed underneath him, tentacles shooting out of his body and deftly removing Gideon’s clothes piece by piece.

“I’m very much looking forward to putting my eggs into your womb, my sweet little human,” Siurin said as he pushed a couple of limbs up Gideon’s wet hole. “I see you’re already aroused. You’re producing more slick than usual.”

“Mmhmm. I’m horny as fuck. I’m looking forward to all of it. The fucking, the eggs, being big and heavy, and having you take care of me. Keeping me safe while some stranger breeds me. All of it.”

“You’re very kinky, my dearest.”

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