Lovers of Hyer

Freckles III

Bren was put down, but it wasn't gentle. A little more and the impact of his back on the ground might have chased all the air out of his lungs. And before he could react, his hands were pinned over his head. He was getting bruises tomorrow.

Above him, Hyer was licking his lips gleefully. If Bren told him to stop, would he?

Not that he wanted the other to stop. He wanted to get wrecked by him. He didn't even know how the creature had sex; the only thing he did know was that he was entirely at his mercy. The thought made his heart beat faster – and the blood pumping in his veins only went to fill up his cock. His straining cock, that had filled up entirely against the tent of his breeches, almost painful with the need to be freed.

"Please use me," he heard himself say.

There was a sound in the back of Hyer's throat. Not a word, but a manifestation of the pure rush of desire his words had sparked. Bren was kissed – scratched that, Bren's mouth was latched on with breathtaking need. Hyer's burning tongue plunged into him, seeking a tight place, and found it when Bren relaxed his throat around it. The creature tilted his head and pushed as deep as he could. Was it even safe to go this deep? Did Bren care? Hyer had started moaning into the human's mouth and repeated that each time he got the fiction he wanted. The real question was to know how sensitive was this thing, so Bren tried to stroke its base with its own tongue.

He got his answer when Hyer produced a startled whine and thrust his hips down. So, it was an erogenous zone – got it. He'd know how to treat it.

Hyer pulled away before he could do anything, and looked down at him. He seemed to be considering something for a moment, before smirking. Bren felt his heart rate pick up again.

Scales opened on Hyer's body, before several pops were heard. Bren looked down curiously and saw things escaping from beneath the plates. He recoiled, scared, but before he could escape further, he was grabbed and held in place by a grip he couldn't fight, one that squeezed hard.

The sound of anguish that escaped Bren's throat must have told that it was too much at once, for Hyer relaxed his hold and paused, giving him the time he needed to grow used to it. Bren pulled on his hands but he was still firmly pinned down.

They were... tentacles? One tentatively slipped under the rim of his shirt, exploring his stomach. The contact was strange but not disagreeable, warm, slightly, and firm. Bren breathed in deeply to calm himself and relaxed.

Hyer lowered his body and more tentacles slipped under Bren's clothes. They stoked and explored his chest until they found a nipple. Bren arched his back when those two points were stoked repeatedly, his breath starting to get ragged.

They ventured down his breeches and found his erection.

"You're not going to take of my— Oh God."

They did arrange his pants so that he would me more comfortable but they were more interested in latching on him as fast and as tightly as possible. The space in his breeches was filled to the brim under seconds. Bren was stroked on all sides, the thinner tendrils even tanging with the curls of his hair and cupping his balls to massage them as well.

Suddenly, there was a sound. It turned out to be nothing but a bird flying away from the field but it startled Hyer. He positively growled, the same way an animal about to pounce would, and curled around Bren. It wasn't protective, it was possessive, his tentacles tightening under Bren's clothes. He was going to use every bit of pleasure he could press out of Bren and would fight anyone trying to take him for himself. Bren thought that he couldn't get more excited at this point, but he did. His cock jolted in the tentacle's hold and he squirmed then the stroking didn't resume immediately.