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“I won’t.” Sazahk shook his head, his dark eyes riveted to Garin’s. “That is, I won’t want you to stop. But I will tell you if I do. But I don’t.”
Garin reached Sazahk’s balls and stopped to give them the attention they deserved, licking, nuzzling, and sucking them until they were wet with his saliva and pulsing against his tongue. Then he wrapped a palm around the back of Sazahk’s thigh and hooked the man’s long leg over his shoulder.
Sazahk’s breath hitched as Garin pulled his hips away from the wall, tilting them to give himself a better angle. A tentacle snapped out and wrapped around Sazahk’s forearms, supporting him. Garin caught Sazahk’s gaze past his rosy-red erection and held it as he slowly buried his face between Sazahk’s thighs and touched the tip of his tongue to his hole.
“Oh goddess, Garin.” Sazahk’s hand shot down between his legs and tangled in Garin’s hair.
Garin groaned as his cock twitched. He couldn’t have asked for a sweeter reaction. Filling his hands with the firm muscle of Sazahk’s ass, Garin flicked tiny, insistent licks against that tight furl. Sazahk gasped and whined above him, his hole twitching at every touch.
“Garin, please, more.” Sazahk canted his hips to give Garin better access, and Garin rewarded them both with a hard, broad lick over his entrance. “Oh yes, yes, like that.”
Garin closed his eyes as a bead of pre-cum welled up on his own tip. God, he loved the man’s shamelessness. He loved that he asked for what he wanted. He loved that what he wanted was Garin’s tongue up his ass.
He hauled Sazahk’s narrow hips up against his mouth and ate him out like a starving man. He licked and sucked until Sazahk’s crack dripped and his hole was loose and quivering. The scent and taste of him filled Garin’s senses, and he committed it to memory. This taste would appear on his tongue every time he touched himself alone and wished he were with this man.
When the last trace of resistance faded, Garin pointed his tongue and speared it into Sazahk’s body.
“Garin!” Sazahk’s thighs clenched around him and his balls pulled up tight, but Garin didn’t give him a chance to adjust, stabbing his tongue past the clenching ring of muscle as Sazahk howled above him.
Garin shuffled closer and took more of Sazahk’s weight on his shoulders, the man writhing and slipping as Garin wrecked his hole with his tongue. He thrust and twisted and licked, sucking on his rim. He wanted Sazahk sobbing with pleasure, Garin realized hazily. He wanted Sazahk too lost to it to even use his brilliant mind.
Garin was so consumed by his labor, he didn’t notice the cold metal sliding up his own inner thighs until something hard and slippery prodded at his hole. He went rigid, the sensation at his entrance slamming him back into his own body. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up Sazahk’s trembling belly to meet his dark gaze.
Sazahk panted and licked his lips. The metal tentacle already coated with something slick pressed against Garin’s ring but didn’t breach him. “Can I?”
Garin closed his eyes and groaned against Sazahk’s spit-slicked taint. He nodded and rolled his hips to push himself onto the tentacle. “Yes.”
“Oh goddess, thank you.” Sazahk dropped his head back with a drawn-out groan as he ground against Garin’s mouth and fed his tentacle into Garin’s ass.
Garin cried out as the metal stretched his rim, bliss blurring his vision as he found himself trapped between the two overwhelming sensations of his face buried in Sazahk’s ass and Sazahk’s tentacle buried in his. He licked deliriously and whimpered when Sazahk’s tentacles followed his lead, stroking against his rim the way he stroked Sazahk’s with his tongue.
All thinking fled Garin’s brain. All rationality withered. All complexity collapsed. All that existed was Sazahk’s hole fluttering around his tongue, Sazahk’s thighs clenching around his body, and the invading, teasing assault on his own entrance.
“Garin.” Sazahk tugged on Garin’s hair, making Garin moan. He dug his fingertips into Sazahk’s hips, dragging him just a little bit closer, trying to get his tongue just a little bit deeper. “Garin.”
Garin blinked in confusion as Sazahk dragged him back by his hair and the tentacle slipped from his ass. “Are you—” he barely recognized his own hoarse voice. “Are you okay?”
“Bed.” Sazahk slid his thigh off Garin’s shoulder, and tentacles swarmed up Garin’s body and hauled him to his feet. But as soon as they reached eye level, Sazahk grabbed Garin’s jaw and kissed him, licking into his mouth. Garin leaked as he thought of Sazahk tasting himself off Garin’s tongue. He leaned in for more, but Sazahk broke the kiss. “Bed. Bed, now.”
Garin nodded, the wisdom of that order breaking through his lust-hazed delirium. “I don’t know where…”
But Sazahk grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the hall. Garin stumbled along after him, buoyed by the writhing mass of tentacles accompanying them. The pure manifestation of Sazahk’s thoughts and desires grabbed at him, touched him, dragged him after the whirlwind that was this qesh that had completely captivated Garin’s body and soul.
They reached the end of the hall, and the last door flew open to reveal a luxurious room dominated by a four-poster bed.
Garin caught Sazahk with an arm around his narrow waist before they reached it and swung him around to bring them chest to chest. “I love you.”
A beautiful light sparked in Sazahk’s gorgeous dark eyes. “I love you, too.”
Not a moment of hesitation in his voice, not a trace of doubt in his gaze… Garin couldn’t believe his insane luck, his magnificent fortune, that the galaxy had given him this. Three weeks ago, when the love had first taken hold in Garin’s chest and he’d tried to kiss Sazahk, the man had pulled away.
But he didn’t pull away now.
Garin dove in for another kiss and Sazahk met him, hooking a hand around the back of his neck and holding him close as their tongues dueled. Sazahk walked backwards as they kissed, pulling Garin along with him until they fell onto the bed. Garin gasped and caught himself at the last moment, palms pressing into the mattress to hover himself above Sazahk.
“I’m sorry.” Garin’s mind cleared enough to pitch himself sideways. Don’t hold him down. Sazahk didn’t like to be held down.
“Stay.” Sazahk lifted his legs to bracket Garin between his thighs, holding him in place atop him. “I want you close.” He wrapped one arm around Garin’s neck and reached the other between their bodies. “I like having you close.”
