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Octave ran his hands through Ike's soft hair, noting the almost silky feeling tickle his fingers. Ike's own hands were clinging to the alien's strong shoulders as he nuzzled his face closer to Octave's, lips ghosting mere inches from each other. Octave kept Ike distracted with one hand on his head so that he could reach down with the other and run his clawed fingertips on the pivot between Ike's thigh and ass cheek, tracing his claws slowly upwards.
"Oh!!", Ike exclaimed letting out an exasperated chuckle, "You and those claws, my dear, they scratch such a needy itch I've never experienced before. It feels really good~."
He proceeded to grind his hips into Octave's, both of their bulges sliding against each other that made sparks appear behind Ike's eyes. Octave sucked a breath in-between his teeth, a small trill escaping his mouth before he spoke, "Much like you humans, touch is very important to us and especially because of our limited vision. Plus, I've still got plenty of exploring to do to you."
As he said this, Octave wrapped both hands on Ike's backside and hoisted him further up so that his erection was rubbing against Octave's stomach, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss as the alien groped the man. Ike got his hands to work as he poked Octave's mouth open with his tongue to deepen their kiss, reaching behind his head to undo the clasp of his headband. Once unfastened, Ike let it drop to the floor at the foot of the couch they were on, and cupped his hands to the back of Octave's neck.
He slowly moved his hands from the alien's neck and up to his forehead, Octave taking immediate notice and shivered with anticipation. He had told Ike earlier about how the antennae on their heads worked, their main function was for vision assistance and like yanking on someone's hair, could feel pain if pulled. But Octave also told him that the antennae were capable of eliciting pleasure when gently stroked and rubbed, the over-sensitive receptors that covered the organs making it so.
Ike finally broke the kiss to reach up and place his thumbs at the base of the antennae, where they connected to Octave's head. The alien's hands tightened on Ike's rear as he gently traced his thumbs from the base to tips, making Octave groan and his tail thrash a bit. Something wriggled and poked Ike's ass, he peered down at Octave's crotch as he tended to the alien's antennae to see the fabric of his orange pants shifting and writhing. The man had yet to actually see his penis, but Octave had mentioned that his species, both male and female, possessed the ability to produce sperm and carries eggs, thus meaning both sexes had penises. Ike had asked him to hold out on giving him a description as he wanted to experience the real deal himself and explore, so Octave held his tongue until it was time.
He moved one hand from the alien's head down behind his back where he gently cupped the squirming bulge through Octave's pants, making him gasp and buck his hips. Ike slid his hand up to grab the hem of the pants and began to pull them down, the alien clasping his hand to help pull them further down his legs, finally freeing his penis. It glistened with self lubrication, a deep midnight blue, the tip covered in feathery bumps that looked sort of like papillae with the same texturing at the base of the appendage, the air feeling cool against it. Ike reached towards it in awe and curiosity where, to his surprise, it wrapped around his wrist and rested it's head in the palm of his hand, Octave letting out a squeak.
"I-I'm sorry-we don't really-*huff*-have control over how it moves-HMMM!-", Octave threw his head back as Ike closed his fingers around the tip and gave a gentle squeeze, humming contently at Octave's noises. Eyes filled with wonder, Ike replied, "It's so beautiful, and big..."
He shifted from his position in Octave's lap so that he sat between the alien's legs, one propped on the back of the couch and the other resting on the man's shoulder, pulling his pants all the way off and discarded to the floor. Octave let his tail rest on Ike's free shoulder, shifting a bit so that his back was against the pillow on the armrest of his side of the couch. Ike looked up at him as he fixed his own position further to ensure comfort, taking note of Octave's body language and face. He was shifting a bit, messing with his claw tips, sweat gathered at his brow line, eyebrows slightly furrowed, face a deep gold as his blush continued to darken, he seemed...nervous.
Ike took immediate notice and with his unoccupied hand, reached up and caressed Octave's face. "Are you ok, my love? Your body temperature spiked and you're fidgeting a lot, am I going too fast? We can always slow things down or stop if you need," Ike explained as he stared deeply into those magnificent emerald eyes, "I won't be mad at all."
Octave interjected, "Its not that, its just-well I've never 'done it' with a different species before, I have only had experience with a few on and off partners and my bandmates, of course." Octave took a breath and continued, Ike moving his hand to assuredly rub the alien's shoulder, "I've never been with a human, what if I somehow mess up and make your experience worse-" Ike unwound Octave's penis from his hand and wiped the self-lubricant on the couch headrest, reaching up and holding the alien's face in his hands.
Octave's shivering decreased gradually, he made eye contact with Ike, whose expression wasn't of frustration but of concern and a stern look of determination. Ike knew that this sudden burst of anxiety was not just from Octave's own inexperience but what he had endured at the hands of that man to keep a "perfect" image and not mess up. The alien was afraid of messing anything up, and that made Ike's heart hurt, he shook his head.
"My sweet, handsome man, I don't want you to ever worry about 'messing up', making mistakes just happens and we find solutions. Allow me to guide you through and we can work from there, I don't want to mess up your time as much as you don't want to mess up mine."
Ike brought Octave's face close to his, the alien reaching up and grabbing Ike's own face, they both chuckled at the weird angle they made putting their heads together. Ike felt the tension in Octave's body lessen and gave him a quick peck on his chin, removing his hands from the alien's face and hoisting his legs back over the couch and his shoulder, Octave's tail thumped excitedly against the side of the couch. Ike loved it when they all wagged their tails.
He smiled, "I've felt like I've wasted enough of your time so if you're feeling ready, I can certainly get things really moving," Ike ran his thumbs against Octave's first set of nipples before sliding his hands down the alien's stomach, brushing his three other pairs on the way down before ultimately grabbing his dick again.
"*AHN*-*ahh*..you haven't wasted any of my t-*ah*-time, if anything your teasing-*huff*-has been a pleasant distraction-*ohh*- from my worries-," Octave attempted through his moans, it was getting harder and harder to even form a thought, let alone verbally communicate, especially when Ike reached his hand under the alien's penis to feel the opening underneath the sheath.
At first, Ike was a little hesitant as this was a whole other sex organ and he didn't want to accidently hurt Octave. Watching the alien's face carefully for signs of discomfort and taking two fingers, he gently prodded at the slit, it had a soft and velvety feeling to it, lined with papillae-like bumps, and most noticeably, it was soaking wet. This would certainly make penetration easier, but just to be extra safe, Ike took his clean hand and reached for the bottle of lube on the floor next to their discarded clothes, popping the cap with his thumb.
Octave let out an exasperated chuckle, "You are quite skilled with your hands-*ah*-UOOH PLEASEE-", he howled as Ike began to press two of his lube covered fingers into the slit, rubbing them against the inside walls of it.
Octave clamped his hands over his face, his blush as gold and as bright as the sun, toes curling and his tail wrapping itself around Ike's waist and pulling Ike closer so that his still clothed erection pressed against his slit. The man jumped a little at the sudden action but promptly resumed his work on Octave's opening, the alien in shambles and a big grin on his face because god, he was just so handsome. Ike removed his hand to coat a third finger and resume his ministrations at an almost break-neck pace, it almost startled Octave. But he couldn't dwell on that too much thanks to this man's fingers, they felt so much different than when he had sex with Arpegius, or Stella, or Baryl, as their longer fingers could easily push deep enough to elicit pleasure, human fingers were drastically shorter. Ike, so full of surprises, managed to make up this shortcoming with how he maneuvered his fingers, inside Octave's slit was like an instrument and knowing where to press would give you the right tunes. The tunes in question being his begging, moaning, and a plethora of other heavenly sounds that came from the alien to signal that Ike must be doing something right.
The symphony was cut short as Ike removed his fingers from Octave's slit, hand drenched in his fluids and leaving the alien open and ready, chest beginning to heave, trying to catch his breath from the onslaught and this was only the prep!
Ike nudged him," You want to roll over or do you want to stay like this?" Octave shook his head vigorously, "I'm okay like this, b-besides, I want to see your gorgeous face, please Ike please-". Ike loved it whenever any of them began to beg, so needy and who was he to deny them anything.
He gave Octave a few more teasing strokes before moving his hands to his own pants, pulling them off and tossing them to the pile, leaving his own dick free from its confines. The head was bright pink and straining a bit, a bead of precum forming on it. Octave's own dick wriggled and grabbed onto Ike's stiff unmoving one, both of them gasping. Ike put his hands on both his and Octave's dicks and gave them both a few good rubs, the alien making a chirping sound and his ears fluttering. The man gently unwound the prehensile penis from his own and guided it towards Octave's opening, circling the head a few times before he began to push.
Octave's hand immediately shot up and grabbed Ike's shoulder, the other gripping the cushion of the couch, Ike froze instantly. "Everything ok?" He asked, the alien nodded as his hand tightened on Ike's shoulder. He shifted his hips a bit, adjusting to the intrusion. "*huff*-I'm ah- I'm ok, just the new feeling threw me for a loop, feels kind of weird. But its a good kind of weird-uff- you can k-keep going now," Octave huffed out.
Ike nodded and continued to push in, calculating his movements and keeping watch of Octave's face. His ears pinned against his head, his eyes were screwed shut, his teeth biting his his lower lip, his strong hands gripped against Ike's shoulders, the claw tips slightly digging into his skin. The alien's penis wriggled and writhed against his stomach, the flower-shaped tip swiping precum across his lower stomach as it continuously leaked from the tip. His chest heaved with his ragged breaths as Ike finally made it all the way in and bottomed out, not wanting to cum immediately. Octave's walls hugged Ike's dick snuggly, pulsating and providing immediate stimulation in a way that no human could ever hope to achieve.
'Gorgeous', Ike thought, his own mind clouding with the increasing sex haze of the room. The man brought his hand from the alien's thigh to his shoulder, giving him reassuring massages to stave any anxieties that Octave might have been feeling, he leaned into the touch, his legs pulling Ike in closer. His tail wraps around Ike's backside, his toes curling in and out and his hips shifting trying to get comfortable. Ike knew he was still adjusting and would give him all the time in the world to do so, hell, he'd wait until the end of time if it meant Octave was the most comfortable he could be.
Finally, Octave slowly opened his eyes and spoke, "You-ah-can move now, I'm ready." He didn't have to tell Ike twice. The man leaned forward and braced his arms on either side of Octave's torso, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion and the other gripping the back of the couch.
He gave a few experimental thrusts that obviously hit a good spot inside of the alien as he snaked his arms around the back of Ike's head and braced against his neck. He pulls himself up so that his face is hidden in Ike's shoulder, his arms tightening around the man's neck, letting out the some of the most delicious whines Ike's ever heard.
"AH-ah ouff- Ikeeeee-", Octave groaned, "uuuAH!! F-feels so good!!" His claws began to sink into Ike's skin, a particularly good thrust making Octave tightened his grip and leave behind welts to rise on the skin.
His legs wrapped tighter to Ike's backside, pulling the man closer so his thrusts turned into short fast paced rutting, it still felt good to Octave all the same.This proved to make things better, having pulled Ike closer had angled his hips so that when he thrust into Octave, his dick nailed a sweet spot inside of him every time his hips made contact with the alien's ass. Octave couldn't think straight, his mind too muddled and glazed over with stimulation to that sweet spot inside his body that Ike kept hitting just right. This gland inside of him was similar to a human's prostate, releasing stimulants to increase pleasure whenever it was touched and making his mind run wild. The feeling of Ike's penis, even though it clearly was not built to penetrate such a strange shaped canal, still managed to wrack Octave's body in the same way as when he eloped with his bandmates, the feeling was too damn good which meant his body was in overdrive.
Ike had never felt so lightheaded, did alien pre contain some kind of aphrodisiac? Octave's dick leaked like a broken faucet, coupled with its erratic movements, had covered the man's hips, penis, and balls in the viscous precum and it made Ike feel like he was on cloud 9. He reached between them through his thrusts and grabbed ahold of Octave's dick, making the alien howl. His claws raked at Ike's back, the man hissing at the maddening sting that egged him on, Octave's insides clenching Ike's penis. The soft, velvety feeling muscle tissue, coupled with the alien's walls tightening around his dick, Ike was nearing his limit, moaning wildly.
"ohh-OH-Octave, Octave my sweet handsome AHH man-GOD- you're doing s-so GOOD!" Ike squeezed out, sucking breath through his clenched teeth at the last couple of words as the alien clenched his walls around the man's penis.
Both of them knew that they couldn't hang on for much longer, the tension and ever-increasing pleasure building up against the metaphorical dam as it cracked away and threatened to burst. Ike's increasing thrusts and frenzied stroking of Octave's dick making him clench harder paired with the alien's delicious noises, neither of them stood a chance. One final hard and well-placed snap of Ike's hips finally broke that metaphorical dam, the wave crashing over both of them like a freight train.
Octave threw his hand back, practically screaming and revealing another quirk of his facial features. As he screamed, his mouth opened wide, the blue markings at the corners beginning to peel open and revealing rows of jagged and sharp teeth, sharper than the ones that were visible from his regular mouth. Through squinted eyes, Ike could witness this, seeing those jagged and frankly intimidating teeth sent him further over the edge, intensifying his orgasm. His cum flooded Octave's insides and began to leak out of his slit and onto the couch, at the same time, the alien's own semen painting his and Ike's bellies.
Orgasms finally subsiding, heavy panting, drenched in sweat, and absolutely spent on energy, they gave each other glances, emerald eyes meeting ocean green ones and both smiling widely. Ike reached up and wiped a bead of sweat from Octave's brow before cupping his cheek, the alien letting out a shaky chuckle and pressing his own hand against the man's. After a moment, Ike moved his hands to hook an arm around Octave's back and help him sit up, he hissed a bit. Oops, his dick was still inside.
"My bad, my love, I almost forgot," Ike apologized and began to slowly pull out, leaving a trail of cum that clung to Octave's opening.
"Its alright, stardust, we were both simply caught in the moment." Octave nodded his head.
This alien was so patience and understanding, it made Ike's heart flutter. He hummed as he continued helping Octave sit up, his hand braced against the couch. The alien shifted his body so that he was sitting on his knees, Ike following close behind, they clasped their hands into each others. Octave lightly ghosted his claws over the top of Ike's hands as the man rubbed his thumbs over the alien's knuckles, feeling every detail on the alien's sky blue skin.
Ike lifted his head and spoke up, "I wasn't too rough, was I? I realized I kind of got a bit over the top near the end of it and hadn't considered if I might've been hurting you."
Octave gave him a soft smile, gripping the man's hands tighter, " Not at all, I admit it was a shaky start for me but you absolutely showed me a wonderful time. I nearly forgot what I was worrying about in the first place." His smile brighten.
He suddenly remembered scratching the hell out of Ike's back. "I didn't tear your back up too much did I? I forgot to mention I do get a little scratchy when I'm reaching climax, I've accidently shredded Arpegius' shoulder blades before." Octave ducked his head in embarrassment.
Ike brought a hand to Octave's chin and lifted his head up, shaking his own, "I didn't mind it at all. In fact, the twinge of pain I felt when you sunk them in further felt kind of good." The man blushed as he finished that thought. Did he like being in a bit of pain during sex? He'd have to table that thought for future discussion and possibly even bring it up and try it out with the band. That thought excited him.
It would have to wait though, as they had a mess on their hands, as well as the couch, their stomachs and crotches, Octave's slit still leaking Ike's fluids on the piece of furniture. They'd have to remember to prepare towels or something else before getting heated, semen stains were tough to remove from this particular couch material. They'd worry about that later as they both started to feel kind of gross as the sweat and cum began to dry against their bodies.
"Do you have the energy to make it to the bathroom? I can certainly help you clean up and expel the cum from your body," Ike offered, rubbing Octave's thigh.
"I would highly appreciate that." He responded, hooking his arm over Ike's shoulder as they both stood up from the couch and hobbled to the bathroom. He wrapped the end of his tail around Ike's waist and held him closer, a bright blush spreading over the man's face and his chest fluttering. Oh how he loved this man.
