Content: SMUTSMUTSMUT MDNI. I'M SERIOUS.
Synopsis: After being kept in his chambers for so long, you finally decide to willingly give in and show EO how human biology works!
Genre: Sub!Captain EO x Dom!AA male reader
The observation chamber hums low and steady, the only light a soft amber glow along the floor seams. You're sitting on the edge of the examination table, bare feet dangling, when the door slides open without a sound. Captain EO steps inside, his white uniform and multicoloured catching the dim light in scattered flickers.
EO's luminous eyes tracked the data-stream on a floating panel, not you. Never you.
"Respiratory rhythm unchanged," EO murmured, breathy, almost to himself. "Epidermal temperature elevated zero-point-three degrees from baseline."
He just stands there, scanner in hand, those glittering eyes fixed on you with that same hungry curiosity you've grown used to. It used to make your jaw clench. Now it almost makes you smile.
"You gonna stand there all night?"
His mouth curves, just barely. He moves closer, and you don't tense. That's the thing that surprises you both-- your shoulders stay loose, your hands stay open on your thighs. He notices.
You watch his face as he watches the readings, his lips parting, his breath catching.
His fingertips graze your forearm-- light, deliberate, tracing the texture of your brown skin. He goes still. That complete stillness he does when something fascinates him beyond words.
"You've scanned me a hundred times," you say, your voice low in the quiet. "If you want to understand what I am, you have to look."
You closed your hand around EO's wrist. The captain's pulse jumped under your thumb, right where the glove ended and warm skin began. you held it there, pressed firmer, and lifted his gaze until EO's luminous eyes finally met his.
The bioprobe scanner beeped, ignored, its amber light strobing unanswered across the dark. EO's lips parted. His gloved fingers spread, trembling, over the beat.
You didn't answer with words. You let go of EO's wrist, reached back, and pulled your shirt over your head. The cool recycled air of the observation bay hit your bare chest, tightening your skin, raising the hair along your arms. The shirt dropped to the deck.
"Your-- " EO's voice cracked. "You removed the covering…"
"Yeah," You took EO's gloved hands and worked the fingers free, peeling the leather off one hand, then the other. The gloves joined the shirt on the floor. EO's bare hands were warm, the palms slightly damp, the fingers long and fine-boned and trembling, worse than before. You pressed them flat against your own chest.
"This is skin," you said matter-of-factly, holding EO's hands there, letting the heat sink in. "Feel that?"
EO's fingers curled into the hair on your chest, then spread, tracing the shape of his pectorals, the give of the soft flesh over muscle. "It's.. warm. It's alive." The word came out strangled, reverent.
You stand. Your pants and underwear follow now. A quick shove down your thighs, kicked aside. You're naked now, your skin warm under the gold scanner light, and your cock is already thick, rising. You wrap your hand around the shaft, stroke slow. "This is what arousal looks like," you say. "Blood fills it. Makes it hard." EO's eyes fixate on your moving hand. His luminescent skin flushes-- a deep rose shimmer spreading across his cheeks, his throat, his chest.
His body ripples. The sequined uniform seems to shift as his form shifts. Between his legs, flesh sculpts itself into a human cock, uncut, already leaking clear beads of pre-cum. "I want to know," he breathes, voice cracking. "What you feel. Show me." You reach out and wrap your fingers around his newly-formed shaft. He gasps a sharp, stuttering inhale-- and his whole body trembles. You guide him backward. He lies back on the table and spreads his legs, surrendering.
You spit into your palm, slick your cock with it, and press the swollen head against his virgin alien hole. The tight ring of muscle resists for one breathless second-- then gives, and you push in, burying yourself deep inside of him in one slow, steady thrust. EO's back arches off the bunk. A high, broken whimper escapes his throat, his glittering eyes going wide and wet. His fingers dig into your shoulders, clinging, his whole body trembling around the intrusion.
"Full," he gasps, melodic voice shattered into something raw and human. "I feel full…"
You pull back and drive in again. His hole clenches wetly around your shaft, slick with spit and the pre-cum leaking from his own flushed cock. You set a deep, relentless rhythm-- pounding into his ass, your balls slapping against his cheeks with every thrust. Fast. Hard. The sound of it fills the dim chamber: wet flesh meeting flesh, his breathless moans, your grunts.
The glowing scanner lies forgotten on the bunk beside his hip, its gold light pulsing in time with your thrusts-- just watching.
You angle your hips and hit the swollen knot of what would be his prostate. EO screams a sharp, startled cry, his cock jerking against his stomach, leaking thick pre-cum that pools in his navel. His hole flutters around your dick, gripping you in rhythmic spasms.
"More," he begs, completely submissive, completely lost. "Please, more-- don't stop .."
You don't. You pound into him faster, relentless, chasing the tight heat of his ass as his moans climb higher and breathless. His legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper. His nails rake down your back.
"Fuck, I'm close" You say, catching your lower lip between your teeth as you drive in to the hilt and release, pumping hot semen deep into his ass in thick, pulsing spurts.
The sensation pushes him over. EO's cock spurts untouched, thick white cum streaking across his own stomach in rope after rope-- his hole spasming around your spasming cock, milking you through every pulse of your release. His cry breaks into a sob of pleasure, then silence.
His breath slows. His body goes limp beneath you, and he collapses against your chest, eyes fluttering shut.
Your softened cock slips out of him with a wet sound, and a slow trickle of your mingled semen follows, warm against his inner thigh. EO doesn’t stir-- he only nuzzles deeper into the curve of your neck, his breath small and even against your skin. His reshaped body is pliant and warm against your side, all that alien tension gone. You trace one finger down the long line of his spine, feeling the new human architecture-- each vertebra, the dip at the small of his back, the damp heat still radiating from his skin. On the floor beside the bed, the scanner pulses once-- a single flicker of gold-- then fades to darkness. EO’s weight settles fully against your chest, and his breathing slows until it matches yours, synchronized in the dark.
The darkness of the observation chamber is complete now, the stars beyond the viewport hidden behind some slow-passing nebula. You lie still, one arm wrapped around EO's pliant body, feeling the residual tremor in his muscles as they finally relax. Your own breathing has slowed, your heartbeat settling back to something like rest. The mingled scent of sweat and semen hangs in the warm air, and the sheets beneath you are damp with both.
EO stirs against your chest.
It's a small movement, just the shift of his cheek against your chest, the brush of his reshaped nose along your collarbone. His hand, which had been curled loosely against your ribs, opens flat against your skin.
The word is so soft you almost miss it. His voice is thick with sleep, stripped of every trace of the clinical detachment he wore when you first met him. Just that one syllable, breathed against your neck.
"Stay in my quarters tonight."
You don't answer with words. You just tighten your arm around him and begin to shift your weight, preparing to rise. EO makes a small sound, not protest, exactly, but something close to gratitude, as you slide your other arm beneath his knees and lift him.
His reshaped body is warm and damp against your bare chest as you stand. His legs wrap loosely around your waist, instinctive, and his softened cock brushes against your stomach, still slick, still warm. You carry him through the dark corridor. The ship is silent except for the soft pad of your bare feet on the cool deck plating.
EO's quarters are dim, lit only by the faint glow of a standby indicator near the door. You find the bed by memory and settle him onto the fresh sheets. He releases a soft, involuntary sigh as his back meets the mattress, a sound of pure relief, his reshaped spine arching once before relaxing.
You climb in behind him, pulling the covers over you both. Your chest presses to his spine, your arm draping over his waist. He nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck, his breath small and even against your skin, and within moments it slows into the deep, synchronized rhythm of shared sleep.
A/n: so… how we feeling.. ? I decided to actually contribute to mjyaoi today so heh… hope ya like, inspired by @angelpuppyf4ce
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