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everwoodCharacters: Boyce, Star
When: The next morning after Darkened Night
Wordcount: 2895
Summary: Under morning's light, Star is at their zenith
Notes: CW for consensual monsterfucking, monster physiology, and allusions to oviposition and eggs.
Boyce wasn't sure if he could feel more sheepish than he had last night, but it sure was a close call. This morning he was sitting naked on the stream bank with the dappled light of morning hanging over the water, while the night before he'd been half-submerged with Star in an almost perfect darkness. It evened the odds, that he could see Star now, but last night had been... he almost believed it had been a dream until he'd been called to the water's edge at dawn. Star had nearly pulled him in after flirting from the stream, frills raised, scales buffed to a glitter.
Boyce was charmed by the mercreature's solicitations despite his reservations. Star didn't seem to give a damn that they were two entirely different and half-ways incompatible people, which was more than Boyce could say for his attempts at human love prospects. He... she... they, Boyce decided, since he didn't know how to ask what Star called themselves, took his hands after a quick gesture, and wriggled their tail mightily to slip half-ways up the shore and onto the bed of lush moss, and though their tail trailed well into the water to drift on the current, for the first time Boyce could see the creature in their entirety.
"You're beautiful," he admitted. Star's torso and arms were pale, faintly pearl-like, their back and tail mottled with thick stripes of glossy black. Their long, elegant face was the same black, but in the light, Boyce could see that the wide white mark on their forehead was accompanied by a few thin streaks of the same that radiated out from their temples and cheeks and into the frill of webbed hair-tines. Too, as Star had settled on their side, he could see about three pairs of long, sealed vents running from under their arms to a little over their hips... gills, maybe. As for what he'd experienced last night, another slit sealed shut at the moment low in their pelvis did nothing to clarify Star's sex.
He'd used a few minutes earlier to watch Star bask in his praise in order to toss his clothing aside. Now he kneeled with gooseflesh pricking dark hairs up his arms and back in the cool air. Maybe it wasn't the temperature that raised hairs. Maybe it was the hooded stare that Star had leveled on him, free of any misinterpretation or any dancing around in the dark. Leaning on their elbow, they patted the ground right next to themselves. "He-ere."
Contrary to Boyce's expectation, Star didn't grab at him, but instead put a smooth hand on his thigh&mdash distracting&mdash and began running their claws as light as feathers through the sparser hair on the outside of his leg&mdash very distracting&mdash as they asked him questions about things he couldn't be sure how to answer. What was his hair, and why did it grow the way that it did? How did his legs work? Why did he not have gills, either on his throat or his chest? All of the questions that Boyce thought might be inappropriate in the other direction came flying at him, and eventually he loosened up to them, even if he couldn't answer them all.
Star had him roll to his stomach so that they could examine his back, his behind, his legs. Their wandering hands left him feeling shivers again, and for once he agreed with Trellis' silent but ever-present approval, and with the moss that was sprouting eagerly thick beneath and around them. Star ran fingers over the leafy buds that had begun to grow from his shoulders and thighs, humming with delight when Boyce responded with a warm sigh. They spent a little longer talking about what was fun and what was merely procreative, Boyce stuttering through what he liked and what he didn't until Star laughed and pulled themselves up to him, laid a long and silencing kiss on his lips. "Youu are not goo-od at this," they chastised, and placed a webbed hand at his cheek as Boyce clammed up. "Show me-e. Youu nee-edn't spe-eak."
He watched them pull away, their dark, luminous eyes inches from his. "...Okay. Okay." He leaned forward, tilting to his side the better to kiss them again. Star's mouth didn't have the same kind of lips as a human's did, but he found kissing them pleasant enough that he didn't want to stop. Just beyond their lips were sharp, sharp teeth, but they took one of his lips between them with utter gentleness, promising care. Boyce leaned in, at least until Star drew just the slightest bit of blood. He hissed, surprised, but they pressed forward and slipped their tongue along his broken skin, and he forgot about the pain all too soon after.
The morning was cool but he was hot; he felt compelled from deep within to make amends and leave a good impression and Star, feeling that, traced his arms and torso with their claws as he played at a deeper kiss, with their remarkable tongue, reveling in their penchant to purr in a way that vibrated the very air between them. They were eager to meet him half-way.
Boyce was hard and there was no hiding that. When Star's hand slipped down and wrapped loose around his cock, he felt a momentary pause there as they sought his approval, and he pulled away from a kiss to nod, to show Star the pressure, the pace, the luxurious play of fingers at the sensitive head of his shaft that made his heart race. Star's hum was joyous. They played with him with the same delicacy they had touched the rest of him at first, and Boyce, teased, rutted into their hand after a few moments. He was growing flushed, and buds of green were flourishing across him in greater numbers than he'd felt in ages. Each one was a pinprick sensation of pleasure, bursting open in tiny leafy showings, and for once he left them be. Star didn't pluck at them, and they were careful not to mash against him where they sprouted thickest.
No, they were watching him with a hungry sense of appreciation. Boyce was vaguely aware that their tail was thrashing indelicately where it met the water, and closer at hand Star's own erection was beginning to poke through folds that, in the light of day, looked just as labial as Boyce had assumed in the dark. Boyce's gaze traveled back up to Star's face and he was rewarded then by a grip just as tight as he'd wanted playing over him. He shivered, bracing himself as Star lazily fucked him in the grip of their firm hand. "Good... yes. Like that."
Star's laugh was a burble of tones. "That wasn't so-o hard, was it?"
Boyce cast them a look thrown from under his dark brows, but he wasn't of a mind to disagree. Especially when Star slipped their thumb like that&dash no. He set his jaw on an unbecoming noise and slowed the eager pump of his hips into the serpent's webbed fingers.
"Boyce," Star said, voice gentler. "Touch me-e like this."
His eyes widened, and Star gestured down. Just the head of their own erection was showing, but it was a strange-looking thing, all black and glistening wet. He wet his aching lip and nodded, then shifted so that he could comfortably slip the pads of his fingers along their slit. It was thick with wet and heat, and he groaned, thinking back to the night before when he'd been in Star and trying his best not to fuck them past their limit. So tight... But no, he wasn't going to do more than wet his fingers before he explored that nascent erection.
Star thrummed pleasure, and Boyce took that for what it meant. He felt along Star's cock-head and realized with curiosity that Star's anatomy was even more different than he'd expected. In the light of day he could trace a line along the stiffening muscle at the base of Star's cock, feel it tensing under his touch and thrusting their erection from their folds with gratifying suddenness. Star's groan was familiar now, and Boyce, hazy, chased it.
Fully engorged, the monster in his hand was so slick he had to squeeze to generate friction, and as he did, the flesh of it gave&mdash it condensed in the strangest way that made Star shudder and arch. Oh. Oh, that was absolutely bliss. Good. Boyce found himself distracted, because Star was still playing him, and their own grip was harder still until he had to gently loosen them off.
But it was an exploration, and he was muddled and heady with lust and curiosity, and only a little ashamed for where his mind went as he thought back to the night before. He said, "Star..." causing the serpent to slow their grip and slide, even if they refused entirely to stop. Still, they were listening. "Star, where does the line of fun turn into... into the other thing?" And, looking down to the creature's length and feeling a deep thrust of want ache up from deep in his belly, he said, "I want to ride this..."
Star stilled then, eyes hooded, and they regarded him with their head cocked and their frill raised. "Mmm. Boyce. Goo-od." Then they laughed, brightening. "You-u re-elie-eved me-e of my eggs last night, or I wo-ould say no. You-u aren't made to-o hold them."
Boyce blinked, and Star, utterly unperturbed, placed a hand over his and gave their own length a hard stroke, then splayed their fingers over their folds to show the obscenely tight pucker nestled in below their shaft. Boyce fought the urge to look away; this wasn't about dignity... or maybe it was, but it was a different kind of dignity than that with which he'd been raised. Star said, "he-ere," and brought his fingers all the way up to their cock head, slipping his fingers along the ridges all along the way. At the tip, he felt a little lip, a divot that Star pulled at, which spread. Boyce swallowed back a noise and Star said, "when we-e nee-ed to hold them, we-e can pass our young to-o another."
"Right," Boyce said, faint with confusion and the stilling and deepening sense of arousal that remained when he examined how, exactly, he felt about that.
"But youu aren't he-ere for that. Neither am I. So ride me-e, Boyce, I'll be-e good. I want to fee-el youu re-ele-ease your burdens. Be-e with me-e."
Boyce felt something tighten in his chest and he clenched his teeth together, took a very careful breath. He nodded minutey, flustered and gratified and deeply embarrassed all three. Some part of him screamed and screamed that he was letting himself be had, that this was just what had happened with Daphne. He couldn't let it happen again.
Star took his hand and then slipped their arms around him, pulling his willing flesh close. He threw a leg over them and they delighted over that with a thrilled purr, lavishing attention over his thighs, his split legs straddling their hips.
It was a slow process. Boyce settled his considerable bulk back, grinding at first tentatively along Star's shaft. Propped over them like this, with Star on their elbows, he could see with clarity how every rutting roll of his hips brought another thrum to them, made their eyes settle closed as they relished in the feel of it. They left it to the quiet of experimentation and sensation then, watching him from under hooded eyes as Boyce found himself lined up, tried Star's cock against his ass. A moment later the serpent joined the effort, hands on his ass as they let him use their liberal slick to work himself back.
"Good," he said, finally, when he felt himself give enough to take an inch of thick, hot flesh. He bit his lip and felt the pain of Star's bitemark flare again, but it was welcome in the face of this new sensation. Pushing himself back and down with slow care, the give of Star's erection allowed him both more and less, and Boyce found himself soon gasping with the pressure of it filling him. He was arched over, one hand propped on the mossy ground, the other absently stroking Star's bicep. The thrumming Star was putting up for all his effort was encouraging, and he leaned in to kiss the serpent again with a kind of urgency he'd been holding back on.
Star pulled him down to their chest, making their sinuous height apparent again as they wrapped their arms around him and kissed him deeply, using that smooth motion to splay him wider and thrust into him that much more deeply. Boyce gasped into Star's mouth and then groaned as they rolled their hips, transported.
He swallowed back a cry as they thrust into him again, deeper, and again, nearly to the hilt. They were so wet that he could feel the glide of their cock in every little detail as it passed into him. He growled back a swear and arched hard, taking them all the way and ignoring the discomfort of it for a moment or two. "Gods above," he hissed, eyes closed, cock aching for lack of touch. He rocked his hips and gave a groan so long that Star joined him, sonorous and playful, pleasure writ deep between them. "Star," he said, thoughtless.
The serpent didn't respond at first, but then when Boyce, sweating, hot, reached up and placed a thumb delicately between their brows along their white marking, they gave a full-belly laugh. "Star," they agreed, teeth showing in their grin. "Yes. Go-ood."
Undeterred, Boyce said, "what... what would happen... if you did have... eggs..." He rolled his hips again, eyes closing lest he avail himself of an unbecoming expression.
Star gave another long, low noise, and their grip on his flanks tightened. They were quieter then when they said, "I'd fill youu. With every-ething I co-ould." Their hips splayed up, pushing him past the point of pleasure and into such an exquisite pain that Boyce grunted, let out the gentlest whine. He was getting close. "It'd fe-eel like nothing youu've ever had." Star watched him begin to writhe and, grip tightening on him, they fucked hard into him and Boyce cried out. He rocked back over them and found with sudden instinctive need that he'd hit a rhythm, and he rose just a little on his knees and slammed back. Star cried out and Boyce did it again. Again&mdash again, and he could feel Star's cock going tight beneath him. "Oh... oh!" Was that...? Star took control, fucking him, holding him to them with claws that easily dug into him, pinning him close.
He could feel the ghost of something heavy and full pressed against his ass and for a moment he thought they were doing it, pushing their alien thick stream of wet eggs into him, and in that moment Boyce's entire body shuddered hard back and he came with such a ferocious splash that he painted Star all the way to their chin.
It was too much; they had him and weren't letting him go, they were filling him with... with&mdash he came again, shudders rocking through him until he was reduced to a sweating, shaky mess.
Star held him, slowing until Boyce lay atop their heaving chest. They purred long into him, their low song pressing through his chest and lungs and heart, soothing the hard flush and the hammering beat of his overwhelmed heart. They pulled out so slowly, letting his body dictate just what he needed until they were joined only in an embrace. Boyce lay atop Star with a sense of dazed revelation. He said, "&mdashdid you?"
"No," Star murmured.
Boyce rested his forehead on Star's shoulder, something congesting tightly behind his breast. Without his sayso or permission, a surge rose up and choked at his throat, and he fought and failed against a sob that freed itself from him.
Star tensed under him, but said nothing. Boyce struggled for a moment longer, but it was no use... tears came, ugly sounds rattled free in his chest. He felt Star's arms curl around him, and he leaned on them for long moments, too mortified and too in the throes of another kind of feeling. They squeezed, and purred, and they nosed next to his ear. "Sing with us to-onight."
He swallowed back a sore feeling in his throat and surprised himself with a laugh. "I... I don't..."
"Youu don't sing. Youu should. When it gets stuck," they kneaded at his back, right where his heart was feeling sick, "it isn't go-ood. To-onight, Boyce."
He spent a few more minutes in Star's embrace, turning the invitation over in his mind as they came down together, and as Star finally bid him a good day so they could return to Trellis. There was so much yet to do. Boyce spent the rest of the day traveling in the shadow of Trellis' lumbering steps, in deep confusion over his breakdown, and in deeper thought. What had Star done to him? Why... why had he liked it?
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When: The next morning after Darkened Night
Wordcount: 2895
Summary: Under morning's light, Star is at their zenith
Notes: CW for consensual monsterfucking, monster physiology, and allusions to oviposition and eggs.
Boyce wasn't sure if he could feel more sheepish than he had last night, but it sure was a close call. This morning he was sitting naked on the stream bank with the dappled light of morning hanging over the water, while the night before he'd been half-submerged with Star in an almost perfect darkness. It evened the odds, that he could see Star now, but last night had been... he almost believed it had been a dream until he'd been called to the water's edge at dawn. Star had nearly pulled him in after flirting from the stream, frills raised, scales buffed to a glitter.
Boyce was charmed by the mercreature's solicitations despite his reservations. Star didn't seem to give a damn that they were two entirely different and half-ways incompatible people, which was more than Boyce could say for his attempts at human love prospects. He... she... they, Boyce decided, since he didn't know how to ask what Star called themselves, took his hands after a quick gesture, and wriggled their tail mightily to slip half-ways up the shore and onto the bed of lush moss, and though their tail trailed well into the water to drift on the current, for the first time Boyce could see the creature in their entirety.
"You're beautiful," he admitted. Star's torso and arms were pale, faintly pearl-like, their back and tail mottled with thick stripes of glossy black. Their long, elegant face was the same black, but in the light, Boyce could see that the wide white mark on their forehead was accompanied by a few thin streaks of the same that radiated out from their temples and cheeks and into the frill of webbed hair-tines. Too, as Star had settled on their side, he could see about three pairs of long, sealed vents running from under their arms to a little over their hips... gills, maybe. As for what he'd experienced last night, another slit sealed shut at the moment low in their pelvis did nothing to clarify Star's sex.
He'd used a few minutes earlier to watch Star bask in his praise in order to toss his clothing aside. Now he kneeled with gooseflesh pricking dark hairs up his arms and back in the cool air. Maybe it wasn't the temperature that raised hairs. Maybe it was the hooded stare that Star had leveled on him, free of any misinterpretation or any dancing around in the dark. Leaning on their elbow, they patted the ground right next to themselves. "He-ere."
Contrary to Boyce's expectation, Star didn't grab at him, but instead put a smooth hand on his thigh&mdash distracting&mdash and began running their claws as light as feathers through the sparser hair on the outside of his leg&mdash very distracting&mdash as they asked him questions about things he couldn't be sure how to answer. What was his hair, and why did it grow the way that it did? How did his legs work? Why did he not have gills, either on his throat or his chest? All of the questions that Boyce thought might be inappropriate in the other direction came flying at him, and eventually he loosened up to them, even if he couldn't answer them all.
Star had him roll to his stomach so that they could examine his back, his behind, his legs. Their wandering hands left him feeling shivers again, and for once he agreed with Trellis' silent but ever-present approval, and with the moss that was sprouting eagerly thick beneath and around them. Star ran fingers over the leafy buds that had begun to grow from his shoulders and thighs, humming with delight when Boyce responded with a warm sigh. They spent a little longer talking about what was fun and what was merely procreative, Boyce stuttering through what he liked and what he didn't until Star laughed and pulled themselves up to him, laid a long and silencing kiss on his lips. "Youu are not goo-od at this," they chastised, and placed a webbed hand at his cheek as Boyce clammed up. "Show me-e. Youu nee-edn't spe-eak."
He watched them pull away, their dark, luminous eyes inches from his. "...Okay. Okay." He leaned forward, tilting to his side the better to kiss them again. Star's mouth didn't have the same kind of lips as a human's did, but he found kissing them pleasant enough that he didn't want to stop. Just beyond their lips were sharp, sharp teeth, but they took one of his lips between them with utter gentleness, promising care. Boyce leaned in, at least until Star drew just the slightest bit of blood. He hissed, surprised, but they pressed forward and slipped their tongue along his broken skin, and he forgot about the pain all too soon after.
The morning was cool but he was hot; he felt compelled from deep within to make amends and leave a good impression and Star, feeling that, traced his arms and torso with their claws as he played at a deeper kiss, with their remarkable tongue, reveling in their penchant to purr in a way that vibrated the very air between them. They were eager to meet him half-way.
Boyce was hard and there was no hiding that. When Star's hand slipped down and wrapped loose around his cock, he felt a momentary pause there as they sought his approval, and he pulled away from a kiss to nod, to show Star the pressure, the pace, the luxurious play of fingers at the sensitive head of his shaft that made his heart race. Star's hum was joyous. They played with him with the same delicacy they had touched the rest of him at first, and Boyce, teased, rutted into their hand after a few moments. He was growing flushed, and buds of green were flourishing across him in greater numbers than he'd felt in ages. Each one was a pinprick sensation of pleasure, bursting open in tiny leafy showings, and for once he left them be. Star didn't pluck at them, and they were careful not to mash against him where they sprouted thickest.
No, they were watching him with a hungry sense of appreciation. Boyce was vaguely aware that their tail was thrashing indelicately where it met the water, and closer at hand Star's own erection was beginning to poke through folds that, in the light of day, looked just as labial as Boyce had assumed in the dark. Boyce's gaze traveled back up to Star's face and he was rewarded then by a grip just as tight as he'd wanted playing over him. He shivered, bracing himself as Star lazily fucked him in the grip of their firm hand. "Good... yes. Like that."
Star's laugh was a burble of tones. "That wasn't so-o hard, was it?"
Boyce cast them a look thrown from under his dark brows, but he wasn't of a mind to disagree. Especially when Star slipped their thumb like that&dash no. He set his jaw on an unbecoming noise and slowed the eager pump of his hips into the serpent's webbed fingers.
"Boyce," Star said, voice gentler. "Touch me-e like this."
His eyes widened, and Star gestured down. Just the head of their own erection was showing, but it was a strange-looking thing, all black and glistening wet. He wet his aching lip and nodded, then shifted so that he could comfortably slip the pads of his fingers along their slit. It was thick with wet and heat, and he groaned, thinking back to the night before when he'd been in Star and trying his best not to fuck them past their limit. So tight... But no, he wasn't going to do more than wet his fingers before he explored that nascent erection.
Star thrummed pleasure, and Boyce took that for what it meant. He felt along Star's cock-head and realized with curiosity that Star's anatomy was even more different than he'd expected. In the light of day he could trace a line along the stiffening muscle at the base of Star's cock, feel it tensing under his touch and thrusting their erection from their folds with gratifying suddenness. Star's groan was familiar now, and Boyce, hazy, chased it.
Fully engorged, the monster in his hand was so slick he had to squeeze to generate friction, and as he did, the flesh of it gave&mdash it condensed in the strangest way that made Star shudder and arch. Oh. Oh, that was absolutely bliss. Good. Boyce found himself distracted, because Star was still playing him, and their own grip was harder still until he had to gently loosen them off.
But it was an exploration, and he was muddled and heady with lust and curiosity, and only a little ashamed for where his mind went as he thought back to the night before. He said, "Star..." causing the serpent to slow their grip and slide, even if they refused entirely to stop. Still, they were listening. "Star, where does the line of fun turn into... into the other thing?" And, looking down to the creature's length and feeling a deep thrust of want ache up from deep in his belly, he said, "I want to ride this..."
Star stilled then, eyes hooded, and they regarded him with their head cocked and their frill raised. "Mmm. Boyce. Goo-od." Then they laughed, brightening. "You-u re-elie-eved me-e of my eggs last night, or I wo-ould say no. You-u aren't made to-o hold them."
Boyce blinked, and Star, utterly unperturbed, placed a hand over his and gave their own length a hard stroke, then splayed their fingers over their folds to show the obscenely tight pucker nestled in below their shaft. Boyce fought the urge to look away; this wasn't about dignity... or maybe it was, but it was a different kind of dignity than that with which he'd been raised. Star said, "he-ere," and brought his fingers all the way up to their cock head, slipping his fingers along the ridges all along the way. At the tip, he felt a little lip, a divot that Star pulled at, which spread. Boyce swallowed back a noise and Star said, "when we-e nee-ed to hold them, we-e can pass our young to-o another."
"Right," Boyce said, faint with confusion and the stilling and deepening sense of arousal that remained when he examined how, exactly, he felt about that.
"But youu aren't he-ere for that. Neither am I. So ride me-e, Boyce, I'll be-e good. I want to fee-el youu re-ele-ease your burdens. Be-e with me-e."
Boyce felt something tighten in his chest and he clenched his teeth together, took a very careful breath. He nodded minutey, flustered and gratified and deeply embarrassed all three. Some part of him screamed and screamed that he was letting himself be had, that this was just what had happened with Daphne. He couldn't let it happen again.
Star took his hand and then slipped their arms around him, pulling his willing flesh close. He threw a leg over them and they delighted over that with a thrilled purr, lavishing attention over his thighs, his split legs straddling their hips.
It was a slow process. Boyce settled his considerable bulk back, grinding at first tentatively along Star's shaft. Propped over them like this, with Star on their elbows, he could see with clarity how every rutting roll of his hips brought another thrum to them, made their eyes settle closed as they relished in the feel of it. They left it to the quiet of experimentation and sensation then, watching him from under hooded eyes as Boyce found himself lined up, tried Star's cock against his ass. A moment later the serpent joined the effort, hands on his ass as they let him use their liberal slick to work himself back.
"Good," he said, finally, when he felt himself give enough to take an inch of thick, hot flesh. He bit his lip and felt the pain of Star's bitemark flare again, but it was welcome in the face of this new sensation. Pushing himself back and down with slow care, the give of Star's erection allowed him both more and less, and Boyce found himself soon gasping with the pressure of it filling him. He was arched over, one hand propped on the mossy ground, the other absently stroking Star's bicep. The thrumming Star was putting up for all his effort was encouraging, and he leaned in to kiss the serpent again with a kind of urgency he'd been holding back on.
Star pulled him down to their chest, making their sinuous height apparent again as they wrapped their arms around him and kissed him deeply, using that smooth motion to splay him wider and thrust into him that much more deeply. Boyce gasped into Star's mouth and then groaned as they rolled their hips, transported.
He swallowed back a cry as they thrust into him again, deeper, and again, nearly to the hilt. They were so wet that he could feel the glide of their cock in every little detail as it passed into him. He growled back a swear and arched hard, taking them all the way and ignoring the discomfort of it for a moment or two. "Gods above," he hissed, eyes closed, cock aching for lack of touch. He rocked his hips and gave a groan so long that Star joined him, sonorous and playful, pleasure writ deep between them. "Star," he said, thoughtless.
The serpent didn't respond at first, but then when Boyce, sweating, hot, reached up and placed a thumb delicately between their brows along their white marking, they gave a full-belly laugh. "Star," they agreed, teeth showing in their grin. "Yes. Go-ood."
Undeterred, Boyce said, "what... what would happen... if you did have... eggs..." He rolled his hips again, eyes closing lest he avail himself of an unbecoming expression.
Star gave another long, low noise, and their grip on his flanks tightened. They were quieter then when they said, "I'd fill youu. With every-ething I co-ould." Their hips splayed up, pushing him past the point of pleasure and into such an exquisite pain that Boyce grunted, let out the gentlest whine. He was getting close. "It'd fe-eel like nothing youu've ever had." Star watched him begin to writhe and, grip tightening on him, they fucked hard into him and Boyce cried out. He rocked back over them and found with sudden instinctive need that he'd hit a rhythm, and he rose just a little on his knees and slammed back. Star cried out and Boyce did it again. Again&mdash again, and he could feel Star's cock going tight beneath him. "Oh... oh!" Was that...? Star took control, fucking him, holding him to them with claws that easily dug into him, pinning him close.
He could feel the ghost of something heavy and full pressed against his ass and for a moment he thought they were doing it, pushing their alien thick stream of wet eggs into him, and in that moment Boyce's entire body shuddered hard back and he came with such a ferocious splash that he painted Star all the way to their chin.
It was too much; they had him and weren't letting him go, they were filling him with... with&mdash he came again, shudders rocking through him until he was reduced to a sweating, shaky mess.
Star held him, slowing until Boyce lay atop their heaving chest. They purred long into him, their low song pressing through his chest and lungs and heart, soothing the hard flush and the hammering beat of his overwhelmed heart. They pulled out so slowly, letting his body dictate just what he needed until they were joined only in an embrace. Boyce lay atop Star with a sense of dazed revelation. He said, "&mdashdid you?"
"No," Star murmured.
Boyce rested his forehead on Star's shoulder, something congesting tightly behind his breast. Without his sayso or permission, a surge rose up and choked at his throat, and he fought and failed against a sob that freed itself from him.
Star tensed under him, but said nothing. Boyce struggled for a moment longer, but it was no use... tears came, ugly sounds rattled free in his chest. He felt Star's arms curl around him, and he leaned on them for long moments, too mortified and too in the throes of another kind of feeling. They squeezed, and purred, and they nosed next to his ear. "Sing with us to-onight."
He swallowed back a sore feeling in his throat and surprised himself with a laugh. "I... I don't..."
"Youu don't sing. Youu should. When it gets stuck," they kneaded at his back, right where his heart was feeling sick, "it isn't go-ood. To-onight, Boyce."
He spent a few more minutes in Star's embrace, turning the invitation over in his mind as they came down together, and as Star finally bid him a good day so they could return to Trellis. There was so much yet to do. Boyce spent the rest of the day traveling in the shadow of Trellis' lumbering steps, in deep confusion over his breakdown, and in deeper thought. What had Star done to him? Why... why had he liked it?
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Date: 2023-10-08 03:25 pm (UTC)Heads up though, your formatting's borked for dashes and emdashes. Looks like you maybe tried using markdown code instead of HTML?