Page 9 of Abducting the Alien

“For you. Because we’re soulma⁠—”

“You taste so good,” August said against Clay’s mouth. His kisses tasted metallic and sweet and August couldn’t get enough.

When they pulled apart, Clay was still smiling. “You do, too. You’re very warm inside.”

August laughed. “So, um. That’s kissing. We can do it more, or we can do other things.”

“I want to learn everything.”

August cursed under his breath as his cock pressed harder against his pants. “Fuck. You’re gonna kill me. Do you want to lay on my bed with me?”

They kissed for a while longer with August settled between Clay’s legs, lost in the warmth of him. He thrust against Clay instinctually, needing friction against his aching cock, but he realized quickly Clay wasn’t hard. At all. Panic flickered through him. Had he misread this? Had he made Clay uncomfortable?

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “If this is too fast, we can slow down.”

“No. I liked it,” Clay said, looking down at the bulge between August’s thighs. “Do you want to take those off?”

“Yes, I really do,” August said, gripping his cock through his pants. “But this is a lot for you, all at once, isn’t it? We can take it slow.”

“No. I want to see all of you.”

August dropped one more kiss to Clay’s cheek before standing. His cock was so hard it bounced when he finally dropped his pants to his ankles. His hand reached out and wrapped around it, stroking himself while he looked at Clay, so otherworldly and spread out on his bed, hungry for it.

“You next,” August said, standing at the side of the bed and gesturing at Clay’s shorts.

Clay shimmered and pulled part of the blanket over his body. “I, um…”

“Oh. You don’t have to, Clay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just want to see you. Look how hard you make me.” He pumped his cock a few times and listened for Clay’s purr, but it was absent.

“I don’t exactly… have that,” Clay said, pointing to August’s cock. “Is that what mates have here?”

“Sometimes. But not always, and I don’t care what you have. I know you’re not a human, and I don’t care. I’m so attracted to you it hurts,” August said, stroking himself again.

“You don’t want a human?” Clay asked.

For someone so certain they were bond mates, the definition of which still eluded August, Clay seemed heartbreakingly unsure that August would like his body.

“I’ve had humans in the past,” August said, wincing when he realized Clay probably wouldn’t want to hear that, especially if he was a virgin. “Right now, I only want you.”

“Okay,” Clay said. He climbed under the top cover and pulled his shorts off, his tail creeping out of the blanket and rubbing itself against the fabric. Clay’s purrs increased when August stroked himself. One of his hands eventually slipped under the blanket. Clay’s head fell backwards on a whimper.

August groaned. “Let me see. Move the blanket so I can watch.”

“Come to me,” Clay said, hand moving visibly under the blanket. “Get on top of me and kiss me some more?”

August didn’t hesitate. He climbed under the blanket, nestling himself between Clay’s legs. He ignored the lack of hardness as he rubbed himself against Clay’s body, so turned on it was almost painful. All his restraint flew out the window when his dick dragged over something hot and wet. “Oh, fuck. Please let me see you.”

Clay nodded hesitantly, scooting out from under August and lifting the blanket. Instead of the cock August was expecting, there was a tight opening on the front of Clay’s body, at the top of his thighs where pubic hair would be—if he had any. It glistened in the low light, dripping wetness down his thighs.

“Holy shit⁠—”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Clay said, his long fingers swiping through the wetness, gliding along the edges of the opening. He brought one finger to his mouth and sucked the slick off.

“Wow,” August said, leaning forward to kiss Clay. He made his way down Clay’s chin, along his jaw and neck, following the warmth of his skin. When he reached Clay’s chest, he paused, realizing there were no nipples. He’d ask about that later. For now, he pushed the curiosity aside and focused on the way Clay reacted to his touch, continuing lower. The smell of Clay’s slick—metallic and sweet, just like his kisses—had August on autopilot. “I want to taste you. Will you let me?”

Clay’s tail wrapped around his own ankle, pulling his legs further apart. “Y—yeah, I⁠—”

August groaned as his hands slid up Clay’s thighs. The slit pulsed as Clay’s fingers traced the edges, fluid beading at the seam like dewdrops.