Page 18 of Tied In Tentacles
Justin arched up, his body moving on the table, his tongue dancing with Eteriion’s. Eteriion eased out, then slid back inside, feeling Justin’s body tremble. “Justin.”
“Don’t stop. You feel so good. God, you fill me just right.”
Eteriion kept kissing him as he slowly pushed them both toward their orgasms. Justin moaned his name, his body urging him on, his hands opening and closing where they were held on the table. One of Eteriion’s tentacles pushed between them and wrapped around Justin’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts into Justin’s body. He felt Justin’s ass clench his dick, and he groaned Justin’s name.
“I need it faster. I need harder. Fuck me.” Eteriion did, feeling Justin’s legs squeeze around his waist, his scent of arousal saturated the air and Eteriion trembled as pleasure built inside. Justin was in him and around him and it was perfect. His body was perfect the way it accepted Eteriion’s into it, and Eteriion felt consumed, which added to the perfection he felt. He never wanted this to end.
Justin tensed, gasped his name, then shook as he came, and it pushed Eteriion over the edge. When he could finally breathe, he lifted his head from where it lay next to Justin’s and kissed him gently on the lips, then eased out of his body to lie curled up next to him.
“Hungry?”
Eteriion lifted his head and stared down at Justin, seeing the sated look on his face, his kissed swollen lips begging for more. “I have meat.”
Justin wriggled his eyebrows. “I know you have meat. I’m great friends with your meat.”
Grinning, Eteriion stood and helped Justin up, then held his hand as they walked to the kitchen. Opening the fridge door, he noticed the light didn’t come on. “Oh.”
“Check the generator while I inspect the meat. The fridge still feels cold, so it hasn’t been off long.”
Leaving Justin with the fridge, Eteriion went into the room that housed the generator and realized it had run out of fuel. Muttering to himself, he quickly filled it up and managed to start it up. Watching it for a minute or so, Eteriion went back inside. “It ran out.”
“We have been busy.” Eteriion saw the blush on Justin’s cheeks and couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He stood and watched a naked Justin move around his kitchen and there was a rightness to him being there. Like he belonged, or did he? Did Eteriion feel this way because Justin was the first human who had been intimate with him, knowing what he was? Sex with Justin when he didn’t know the truth about Eteriion was one thing, but still willing to have sex with him after knowing was something else.
“We live longer than humans.”
Justin glance over his shoulder, then back to the beef he’d taken out. “How much longer?”
“Decades.”
Justin paused then nodded. “I see. If you have a relationship with a human, you’d have to watch them grow old and die.”
Eteriion didn’t answer. Instead, he walked over to Justin and rested his chin on Justin’s shoulder. “Maybe.” Justin carried on breaking the beef mince up in a frying pan. “I never thought about it.”
“Do you have an onion? I know you have a vegetable phobia, but an onion would be nice. I noticed you have a jar of sauce and some pasta. We could have mince with the sauce over pasta.”
“I hadn’t planned for a human to be here, so I don’t have everything you’d need.”
“I can make something with what we have as long as we have those logs. I like your log stove.”
“It makes it easier if the power goes out and I always have a pile of logs in case that happens.”
“While I make this, can you build the fire back up? The temp has dropped a little.”
Eteriion hugged Justin and noticed his skin had cooled. “Want something to wear?”
“That would be a good idea. Oil and balls don’t get along well.” Justin turned his head for a kiss. One Eteriion was more than happy to give. “Some jeans would be nice.”
“I’ll get them now.” Putting a pair of jeans on himself, Eteriion passed Justin’s to him. Once Justin had pulled them on, he went back to making their meal, and soon the air filled with the scent of herbs and roasting meat. Eteriion’s stomach rumbled, and he heard Justin chuckle. “Hungry?”
“Yes, and thank you for cooking for me.”
Justin blushed again and ducked his head. “I like cooking for you.” Kissing the back of Justin’s neck, Eteriion opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. “I noticed you don’t have much alcohol. Does it affect you in a weird way?”
“Yes. It makes me ill if I have too much of it. Not like when you’re drunk, though. More like an intolerance. I can have a glass of wine or a bottle of beer on occasion, but then nothing for weeks after, as my body processes it. On my world we have a drink that you would think of as alcohol. It’s made from the fruit of a…bush. We let the fruit ripen until it has almost expired, then we process it to make our drink.” Eteriion picked up a knife and cut the tip of his finger. His blue blood welled to the surface. “You breathe in air, needing the oxygen it contains to survive. Ican breathe in air, but I need the nitrogen. It’s why our blood is a different color.”
“Does the air on your planet contain oxygen?”
“It does, but in a smaller percentage than here. It’s akin to being at high altitude. You would eventually adjust, but it would take time, and you may be ill because of it.”
