Big Book Of Sjips One Shots

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TW: Smut

The afternoon was hot, Sips reflected as he leaned against their bedroom door. Sweat trickled down his neck as he looked through his rucksack for the apple he just knew was in here somewhere.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by a grunt from his companion. Thinking nothing of it he continued on his search for the cool fruit.

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Sjin wasn't far at all, up a tree and sweating like the other spaceman however not for the same reason. Hidden by the foliage, the alien's space suit hanging off one shoulder, his hair in disarray and sticking to his forehead as he gripped the branch under him with his claws. The other hand was wrapped around his weeping dick, causing the alien to gasp and groan.

Sjin knew this wasn't right, he knew that it was wrong to think of a friend this way, but by now he was just too far gone to give a fuck about should and shouldn't.

"Sips," he hissed the name from his teeth.

Sips, if he were allowed he was sure he could top Sips. He could definitely top him.

Sjin's dick twitched in his hand.

It would start slow, he thought, he would get him while crafting. Press up against the spaceman's back and breathe low into his ear all of his intentions.

His brow knit with concentration.

He could strip his Sips in seconds flat, caring not for the suit he would destroy if he could touch the man faster, kiss him faster, nip at his neck faster, lick and suck his collarbone faster.

Sjin panted, his hand anchoring him to the tree knotting itself further into the wood.

He could hear the panting of his partner, the surprised "S-sjin?" as he would bring his head down to taste Sips fully. He'd trace the fangs Sips found so interesting over his chubby stomach and down to lick his cock from base to tip.

Sjin's tongue shot out and performed the motion in the air, his right hand moving slightly faster. He could hear Sips moaning.

He'd leave him at the edge, pulling away just as he tried to grab his hair to make him go faster. Push him over the crafting table and take in the view.

Sjin hissed with a dirty grin and licked his dry lips. The whole action lewd and sexually charged, as if he was putting on a performance for no one at all.

His claws, he'd use them to drag a slow, deliberate line from Sips' tailbone to the nape of his neck. Leaning in, he'd growl out, "Suck," low and animalistic in his counterpart's ear, presenting him with three long, clawed fingers.

He panted, giving small whines as his hips bucked at the thought of Sips' hot wet mouth wrapped around his fingers, slicking them with saliva.

He'd prep him quickly, abusing his prostate and making him scream in want. He wouldn't enter him, no, first he'd rub and tease the enterance with his dick, leaking precum onto Sips' ass until he begged for him to fuck him.

"Sjin," a breathless moan from Sjin's subconscious was answered with a low "Sips."

And oh, Sjin would fuck him. He'd take him right into the table they crafted on, in the middle of the room. Not a care for who might be around or who would hear them he would make Sips scream for him like he deserved for waiting so goddamn fucking long to do this.

Sjin let out a gasp and shouted Sips' name to the tree trunk in front of him. The wood underneath him splintered further as small spurts of cum shot from him.

Shaking, he was shaking, breathing raggedly.

His head already formulating excuses for the vicious claw markings on the log he had been sitting on.

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