Nano held Alpha’s hips in place, not allowing him to escape no matter how much he squirmed under his ministrations. Little by little, he could feel Alpha’s body surrendering. That little ring of muscle that had at first clenched so tightly against the intimate invasion was beginning to relax as the other accepted his fate.
The sweet sounds spilling from Alpha’s lips were like a drug that spurred him on as Nano’s tongue pressed deeper into the other’s body. Quickly, Nano reached down with one hand and undid the top button on his pants. He was so hard and wet by this point that his precome had soaked through his underwear, leaving the front of his pants damp. But such things could not be helped.
A hushed moan escaped Nano’s lips, vibrating against his partner’s body. Even the subtle sensation of his own nails running down the length of his erection through the thin cotton as he worked down the zipper was enough to make him shudder.
The warm feeling that had begun to form in his chest radiated out as Nano watched Alpha take his swollen cock in his own hand. A part of him was still in disbelief that this was happening. Clear fluid dribbled down Alpha’s hands and onto his stomach. He wanted to taste it. Alpha was too beautiful lying there, covered in reddened marks from his teeth, writhing under the weight of his own desires… almost dangerously so, like a cherry tree that blossomed before the last winter frost.
Nano’s hushed plea was nearly a whisper as he bit down gently on the soft flesh of his partner’s thigh. His tongue slid up, lapping brazenly at Alpha’s tightening balls as his body tensed and the fine tremor that had settled in his partner’s thighs grew increasingly violent. Two fingers wet with saliva slid easily inside now, though the way his partner’s ass still clenched around them made his cock pulse with desire. Nano gently scissored them apart, thrusting in and out. Cool fingers encircled Alpha’s wrist, softly caressing the backs of his hand, willing him to relinquish control. God, he wanted to be inside of him so badly he didn’t think he could stand it anymore, but when his tongue touched Alpha’s shaft, the blood beneath it surged and pulsed, and again he found himself unable to look away.
Another flicker, bolder this time, followed by another.
“Are you boys okay in there…? Do you need anything?”
Nano made no reply to the woman behind the curtain standing mere feet away. Instead, he licked roughly up the underside of Alpha’s cock, saliva mixing with precome. It didn’t taste like much, but he loved the slippery feeling of it. It felt as though he were tasting something forbidden, even sacred. As he pulled away, their mixed fluids formed a translucent thread that connected the tip of his tongue with the tip of Alpha’s cock. A bright purple fire burned in his eyes at the sight.
“They’re fine, honey, leave them alone.”
Again he ignored the voice. Hunger mixed with lust and suddenly Nano was showering Alpha’s cock with attention, licking it all over, lapping up the sides, swirling around the head, running the flat of his tongue passionately back and forth across the slit at an increasingly frenzied pace. A third moistened finger joined the others inside of him, thumb caressing his sack as he continued to thrust into his body. He was more pliant now, nearly at his limits. Though he had been planning to hold him back, suddenly Nano wanted nothing more than to throw his lover over the edge into the flames.
Iridescent eyes looked up through long eyelashes to watch Alpha’s expression as Nano’s lips closed over the tip, tongue circling the head as he took him deeper.
‘Not yet,’ came the murmured request from between his legs, and for some reason, Alpha felt compelled to heed it. Though he quickly doubted his ability, once Nano’s tongue deviated upwards once again. ‘Not yet,’ even as it seemed as if Nano were trying as hard as possible to make him spill all over himself. If the brunet wanted him to be able to hold back, this was the exact opposite way to achieve it.
“No–Nano, no–I’m…” He panted nearly incoherently, his breath coming sharp and shallow, and the hand atop the other’s head scrambled and shoved once more.
His whole body coiled tight, trembling, as he began to squirm again, resisting the urge to arch his back and give in to the feeling entirely. His entrance tightened when Nano’s fingers slipped back into him, but this time it was as if to draw them in further. Gone was the awkward borderline-unpleasantness from before, replaced by a satisfaction–even craving of the feeling of fullness and friction.
The hand at his arousal had gone still, squeezing himself tightly in his bid to stave off the edge of orgasm, but it gradually slipped away at the other’s coaxing. He came to grip Nano’s wrist instead, a wordless warning–or perhaps a plea–that anything that hand would do to him might be too much, too intense.
He did not expect the flicker of slippery silk against his shaft in its place. A groan broke from his lips, half from the sensation and half out of frustration. Nano’s tongue was finally where he’d wanted it what seemed like ages ago, but it still wasn’t quite enough. The touches were too tentative, too fleeting; now wasn’t the time to tease--he wanted to feel that mouth surround him, suck him down...
...Momentary clarity returned to him like a slap in the face at the sound of the shop owner’s querying voice just out of sight. The hand at the other’s wrist released to clamp over his own mouth once more, color spreading from beneath fingertips across his face. He knew he couldn’t respond, that anything he said in any tone of voice would just condemn them further; it had to be clear what they were doing. They were way too obvious--and whose fault was that? ...Nano’s--it was Nano’s fault for starting it, for doing this to him; it must be so easy not to make noise when nobody was touching him.
As if sensing his thoughts--or at least his distraction--that tongue returned abruptly, dragging more forcefully against him, and his cock twitched, drawing a quiet gasp despite his efforts. His other hand clenched in light brown locks, vindictive, silently trying to persuade him to stop. What if that woman tried to come in? What if she just kept listening? Even as close as he was, Alpha was jarred from the moment. But to his relief, another voice convinced the first to desist. ...Knowingly. Surely they knew.
...Nano seemed to share none of Alpha’s anxiety, doubling his efforts as if completely ignorant--or apathetic--of any audience.
“Wait, wait...!” the android hissed shakily, tangling in the other’s hair with both hands now.
But for what? It was too late to stop; that was certain. Even as he wavered, Nano was quickly driving him crazy, blurring away all the excuses for tension and restraint. Alpha closed his eyes, willing his external surroundings to disappear. His body was trembling for release, each stroke and swirl against him building up even sweeter than the last, and the name at first whispered in hushed reproach spilled heatedly now between erratic breaths.
At some point his voice slipped back into his panting--around when he accepted the thickness of another finger inside him, when that hand thrust and stroked simultaneously, when his tongue lapped at his tip over and over, catching each dribble of precum and spreading it, rapidly, roughly. Alpha was at his limit, hips riding the thrust of fingers and bucking up erratically against lips and tongue, until--
The sensation of wet muscle surrounding him urged his eyes to flutter open, breath catching in his throat to see Nano taking him in, eyes meeting his slitted vision. It was too much. Alpha didn’t even think about how much of him the other might reasonably be able to take; he was there, and he mindlessly pulled that head deeper against him, buried himself in the warmth of mouth and tongue and throat as he came, gasping sharp and ragged.
Thighs and hands and hips quivered in the aftershocks of orgasm, until his body slowly went slack. Releasing any tension he had left, he sprawled limply back against the grass, lids peeking half-open at the top of the tent, unfocused. All that registered for the moment, when his gaze finally drifted back to Nano, was how good he’d felt, still felt--a satisfying lightness in his body and his head.
