Here's some writing to a bigger book I have planned, but this is a character study that ended up being porn!
Content warning: anal sex, rimming, butt plug, mating bites, mild blood, malexmale Yautja
Sunder sat thoughtfully over the ridge, allowing the quiet and his work to guide his thoughts. In front of him sat a very important skull, but not for him. Intended for a greater purpose than his trophy rack in his home. As he worked, he grappled with a feeling of nervousness, something he was loath to admit, but held fast to his decision. He thought as he was carving, keeping close attention to the intricate details he mapped out earlier. He chuffed to himself. He was a blooded warrior, the sire of proven hunters! Rarely was there place for nervousness in his world, but his mandibles twitched upward softly as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place. He looked down at the skull in his hands.
The Xenomorth it once belonged to was certainly formidable, a truly honorable hunt. An apex predator comfortable at the top of the nearly barren planet it found itself on. There were Oomans there once, the stench of death heavy in the extensive den it created to populate its offspring. The whole damn planet was stupid, if you ever asked him. Sunder gained scars and its skull as a reward, cleaned it meticulously. He collected metals, traded for gemstones, made the paint.
Sunder worked until it grew near dusk, holding it outward slightly with both hands to make sure he hadn’t forgotten any details. The designs he carved reflected many colors in the sunlight, nearly blinding his already weak eyes. Just as he decided that he was satisfied, he got the feeling for being watched. Carefully, he set the skull in front of him and prepared to grab his combistick when a familiar chittering reached him. This wasn’t how he wasn’t how he wanted to present the gift, but leave it to this Yautja to throw things off plan.
“Sunder.” Accompanied by a loud thud behind him.
“Tor.” He greeted in return. The older Yautja sat next to him on the ridge, and Sunder turned to look at him. Taller and broader than him, but that didn’t intimidate him, more so the opposite. Tor was quite a popular mating perspective over his years for a reason.
Sunder could see his curious eyes land on the skull. He was never good at pretty words, having never really needed them. While he wasn’t old he had certainly been around awhile, so he wanted to try. Once.
“Have not seen you since your return.” Tor calmly supplied, seeing his brain turn over words. He was patient, a steady force of control in any situation he found himself in, and Sunder couldn’t be more grateful for it in times of exploring his emotions. Ones locked away for the sake of survival for so many years, free to work through and process what many of their kind view as unnecessary, weak, and a waste of time.
“Was preparing. I am ready now,” Sunder grunted and handed over the decorated skull. “For you.”
Tor carefully took it from him, examining it thoroughly. Sunder pushed down the returning feeling, he was safe with Tor, he knew this deeply. “Hunted for you, made for you.” He clicked his mandibles together proudly, something that he did unconsciously and the older Yautja enjoyed pointing out. “Done being alone. Done having sucklings, I want you. Forever.”
For the second time Sunder has seen Tor surprised. The first was back on a hunt in their early years of knowing each other, they sat in silence next to each other by the fire they built after a good hunt, Sunder determinedly grabbed up his hand as he stared back at him, choosing to take his death swiftly if Tor took offense. Of course he didn’t, having harbored these feelings inside since having first seen him in the desert. Sunder came to his clan after having no more ties to his original, simply choosing to move on. He proved himself worthy of integrating, and Tor had been watching him closely ever since.
Tor took in every part of him, the reddish hue of his skin, waist length dreads, his graying eyes. Sunder’s vision wasn’t like it was in his younger years, and had to rely on his helmet more than he cared to admit. He leaned forward, touching their foreheads together and locking their mandibles.
“I accept this offering of your worthiness. I accept you for you. Forever.” Tor locked eyes with him intensely, grabbing both of his shoulders in his strong grip.
Sunder felt his chest swell with pride, unable to look away either. He felt his body vibrate, a pur throughout his whole body. He accepted, after years of chasing after each other, stolen touches when no one was looking, their many nights of mating. He practically lived in Tor’s home, most tasks paired together. And he wanted Sunder as equally as he needed him.
“Mine.” Sunder growled, a new wave of feral possessiveness came over him. The scent of arousal spiked between them almost immediately. Tor’s answering growl shook through him. His jaw ached with the need to bite, to claim. To keep and to love, his most valued treasure. A concept not taken to by many, but he is glad to have. His vision was pushed back, Tor forcing his head up with a steady hand, licking a long stripe up his neck that sent a thrill through him. His mind blanked as hot pleasure went down his spine and straight to his stirring cock. He was guided down, instructed to roll over. Years of being together tempered any instinct to fight this position. Sunder craved it, on long missions in his cabin alone he would touch himself to the thought of Tor taking him apart.
Tor got him on his knees, chest pressed to the ground, suppressing a shiver at the feeling of his warm body draping over his back and one arm entering his eyesight as the other tenderly moved toward his hard dick.
“Yours, as much as you are mine.” Tor clicked near his ear, mandibles tracing over the back of his neck. With a deep groan, Sunder pushed his hips towards the fingers teasing at the base of him, out right moaning at Tor’s answering thrust against his ass, the loin cloth he wore did nothing to hide his pleasure at having his mate under him. His mate; who hunted for the purpose of proving himself even though he saw first hand the kind of power he held, to care, to provide, and most of all to protect. Though Tor would never need that, he’d tear apart beasts of all manners and slay all who opposed them before his precious mate would have to raise a hand.
Tor carefully wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly started moving, setting a tortuous pace that had Sunder’s eyes flicking closed and panting against the ground. He could lose himself to this, being content spending the rest of his days as a slave for this Yautja’s needs. Maybe so, Tor would do anything for him, let him stay on his knot for as long as possible again and again…
“Please…” Sunder whimpered under him, knowing Tor would stop if he moved. A memory, similar to how they were then, desperate hands, a growled ‘Use your words, or you get nothing’. “Please, more.”
His mate rumbled behind him, speeding up his hand and sitting up. He felt Tor move the cloth that covered his ass and waited with a held breath. He said he was preparing.
“Oh my clever little mate,” Tor stared, feeling himself going feral, the hand not on his cock gripped his asscheek, talons nearly drawing blood. “My thoughtful, precious mate, ready and waiting…” He purred, moving the plug around gently at first, plucking beautiful moans from Sunder. Around and around, pulled out slightly to see his rim stretch against the large base, pushed it back in and listened to the obscene squelching noise.
“Yes! Want you very much, been so long without you. Leaving, hunting, coming back, too long!” Sunder couldn’t help pushing back against his hm chasing that feeling. It wasn’t enough. “Need you inside me,” His begging was fully submissive, and it made Tor’s head swim with need. His mandibles flared, pulling the plug out. In the next instant he felt a hot tongue licking up from his knot, over his balls and taint, ending right over his hole where attention was lavished. A cry tore itself from Sunder’s throat, unfamiliar with the feeling but becoming addicted quickly. Even though he stretched himself in the ship before landing, making sure to be immediately accessible for his own impatience to have this, he loved when Tor paid attention to every aspect of his body. Loved that he learned new ways to make him feel good, that they both experienced the most of what their bodies had to offer.
Tor flipped the smaller male around, dread fanned around his head, moisture in his eyes, cock hard and aching heavily. His breath picked up, how lucky he was to be able to claim him, to take this strong desirable Yauja for his own. He admitted he wanted this outcome, had his own plans in the making, but was simply beaten to the punch. For years he longed for his company, to lay his title on Sunder and keep him close. Positioning his cock at his entrance, he moaned as he was wrapped in warm, wet, delicious pressure luring him fur inside. Sunder scrambled to hold onto his arms, impatient to wait any longer and thrusting himself onto the long, hard dick in one go. Both Yautja shuttered, Tor immediately going to a harsh and fast pace, unable to help himself after months away from each other. Lost himself to a primal need to breed him, though not possible, to fill him and leave him satisfied.
Once again Tor wrapped his large hand around Sunder, stroking in time with his pistoning hips, hammering away and making him wraith in pleasure under him. His upper mandibles ticked up when he hit the spot inside of his mate that made him cry out, talons digging into his arms, drawing green blood that oozed slowly down. Tor hissed, but allowed it, leaning into the pain, knowing they'd scar and would proudly show them off. He could tell Sunder was close, and with all that happened, all the feelings swirling around inside him, he wasn’t far behind.
Sunder roared as he came, stars behind his eyes as pleasure exploded from him, coating Tor’s hand and his own stomach. Unable to help himself, he pulled Tor’s head to his neck, a final offering. Tor snarled and latched on, biting deep into the muscle and tissue as he gave a few more devastating thrusts. He tensed, burying himself deeply inside of Sunder, marking him physically, with his spend and his bite. Tor breathed deeply as he felt arms encircling him. He felt his mate cautiously licking at the mirror side of his neck, and after an accenting noise he felt the pain of teeth breaking through his own skin. Together they panted in exertion, staying connected for longer than was necessary.
Reluctantly, they released their bites, tenderly cleaning up blood in silence as they basked in being newly mated. Ever prepared, Tor got them into a comfortable state to sit up again, helping Sunder to stand up so they could get back to the house before it was completely dark. As Sunder gathered all of his forking tools, Tor picked up the skull.
“Tell me the story.” He asked as Sunder turned to him, falling in step with his mate. He wanted to hear every story, after all, they have forever together.
Also posted on my ao3, Protect_The_Bees1999
Will be posting more!!