Page 23 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
I kissed him again. “I’ll fill you as many times as you want.”
He sighed happily and tucked himself against me, fingers tracing along my chest, down my torso, and back up.
Momentarily sated, I took the chance to really study my man. He looked young—barely old enough to drink. But we’d been told that their youngest was in his thirties, which was older than me. Surely he had to be one of the youngest though.
“How old are you?” I murmured, running one finger up and down his upper arm.
He hummed. “I am almost forty of your Earth years.”
I gaped. “You must be joking.”
He looked up at me and blinked. “Why would my age be a source of amusement?”
I chuckled. “The word joke can also be used to express disbelief. We were told that you appear younger than we do, but I thought you were closer to my age than that.”
He tilted his head to one side. “If I were from this world, how old would you think I am?”
I hummed. “Twenty-two… maybe twenty-three.”
He laughed. “So young! Very few have completed their education at such an age.”
I chuckled. “Many people are still in college at that age here as well. I joined the Army right out of high school though. All I wanted was a job as a mechanic, and to get away from the shitty small town I grew up in.”
He frowned. “The town had an abundance of excrement?”
I laughed. “No. It’s another slang term, though if you lived in a place with… well… too much real shit… it would probably be equally as bad.” I sighed and cuddled him closer. “No, just small-town mindsets. Everybody knew everybody, so thought they were entitled to all the gossip. And when I came out as gay… it wasn’t good. My parents tolerated me, only because ‘forgiveness,’” I spat the word, “was better in the eyes of their church than kicking me out before I was an adult.” I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Can you believe that bullshit? They have to ‘forgive’ me for being who I am—as if I’ve done something wrong.”
Lumi’s frown deepened and he reached up to run his fingers along my jaw. “We were informed that there would be people who would be intolerant of our presence because we are all male. It saddens me to know that your parents do not support you.”
I leaned in to kiss him. “Thank you, my Lumi. I’ve accepted it though. I rarely speak to my parents, and I’m happier for it. The last time I saw them in person was at my younger sister’s wedding almost three years ago, and my last phone call was during the holidays.”
“You have a sister?”
“I do.”
“I have never seen a female. Tell me about her?”
“She’s a lot like me. Fiercely independent. Same dark hair and eyes. Two years younger than me, and already has two kids.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight. I’ll be twenty-nine in a few months.”
“So young!” Lumi said, but there was a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
“Shush, old man,” I laughed as I tipped his chin up so I could kiss him.
He moaned, and ground against me.
“Hard again?” I chuckled as we parted, sneaking a hand between us to wrap around both our cocks—since mine was hard too.
“We call it the mating rush,” he replied, letting out a soft whimper as I started stroking. “An intense period where mates solidify their bond through physical joining.”
I kissed him. “I kinda like it. I’m not normally hard again so fast, but I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
“Yes, please.”
I hummed. “Turn over?”
