21. Roark

The moment Huu-goh stepped out of the bathroom, time stuttered to a stop. Heat had been simmering between us all night as we’d laid our truths bare, so I wasn’t surprised the date would end in intimacy—however…

I was still shocked.

Awed, enamored.

Obsessed.

Smitten.

Speechless .

My little huu-man was a vision in pink. I’d thought he looked glorious in his dress but this was…wow. I was not worthy. Not even a little bit.

Huu-goh’s brown eyes shone with confidence, an expression I’d seen appearing more and more recently. He knew he looked good, and that thought made my cocks rapidly harden. I sank to my knees halfway to the bed, eyes trained on the swivel of his hips. I’d just finished cleaning up—and been about to wait for him there, but my legs suddenly no longer worked.

I’d heard of lingerie.

I’d seen it in windows throughout my travels.

I’d observed people in the windows of pleasure houses wearing all sorts of varying styles of it when my crew passed through F’ukYuu.

But nothing in my life had ever prepared me for the sight of my lover dressed in nothing but lace. My hearts were about to beat right out of my chest.

“Surpriiiiise!” Huu-goh did an endearing little spin, arms wide.

The view of his tight little ass in those panties was just…

Stars above.

So this was why he’d wanted to “freshen up,” the little minx .

I didn’t think my brain was capable of functioning at the moment—or ever again.

“Are you surprised?” Huu-goh batted his lashes, flirtier now that he was comfortable. I was honored to be the recipient of his attention. My hands were sweaty and I rubbed them on my thighs as I nodded, dazed. “Do you like it?” Another nod. “Speechless again, aren’t you, big guy?” Again, I nodded.

Huu-goh beamed at me, a giddy cackle escaping as he took another step closer. Astounded by his beauty, my gaze traced from the tips of his tiny, wonderful toes, up the shapely curve of his stocking-clad leg, to the bare strip of skin above the lace on his socks.

I wanted to lick it.

Wanted to bite it till my teeth left marks.

Huu-goh took another step and my gaze snapped up the fancy little ties that pulled the socks to what I could only describe as a frilly belt around his waist. I knew that wasn’t what it was actually called—it more than likely had a far sexier name, but I had never paid enough attention to notice.

His slim waist was only highlighted by the shape of the garment as it draped down his pelvis, connecting to his thigh- high socks, and framing the tiniest, pinkest, most wonderful panties I had ever seen.

Huu-goh’s needy cock pushed against them, already half hard, a wet spot forming at the tip. His sweet balls were clutched tight in the silky fabric, and I could only imagine how good that felt when he moved, like being cupped by a waterfall.

“Huu-goh,” his name escaped, my jaw officially on the floor.

The moon could explode outside the windows and I would not have noticed, he so entirely commanded my attention.

“I’m going to give you a lap dance,” Huu-goh hummed. My brain short-circuited. “Like I should’ve given you when we met.” He took another step and the hunger in his eyes had me spinning. “I’m going to make you go cross-eyed.”

I didn’t know what that was but I wanted it.

“I’m going to tease you till your spots are red and your cocks are aching.”

Please. Fuck. I wanted that.

“And then I’m going to let you touch me however you want, for however long you want— anywhere you want.”

I nodded, snapping my head up and down as he closed the last few feet between us. “On the couch,” he commanded, and I complied. I had never moved faster in my life. One second I was on my knees and the next I was sitting on the couch in the corner of the left side of the room. My dicks were twitching inside my slacks as Huu-goh picked up my communicator from the table and tapped a few buttons on it.

He was so damn clever.

He’d memorized my password there too.

He must’ve played with it when I brought it into our rooms this week.

And as music started to fill the room Huu-goh’s eyes were nearly as black with lust as mine were.

To the beat of the music, Huu-goh crossed the distance between us, a sway to his hips that was enchanting. I couldn’t look away, not as he ran his fingers along the outside of his thigh. Not as he trailed them over his pelvis, framing his little dick with his hand. Not when that same dexterous hand slid upward, tickling along the pale flesh of his belly, across his ribcage, and up the center of his chest.

All the while, he danced, moving closer and closer. When he reached the couch, the heat of Huu-goh’s body bled against my thighs. Still undulating, the clever huu-man straddled one at the same time that sweet hand pinched one of his own nipples.

“Nnnngh,” Huu-goh whined, hips doing a filthy shimmy against my leg. I grunted, shifting so I could feel more of him, his balls tapping against my slacks. “No touching,” he reminded me.

I hadn’t even realized I’d lifted one of my hands till he said something.

I dropped it just as quickly, my mouth dry as I watched his fingers abuse the poor pebbled nipple before moving on to the other one. They were puffy by the time he released them. My cocks were aching, just like he’d wanted.

“Fuck,” the word left without my permission, low and gruff.

Huu-goh shivered. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he agreed, both hands framing his flat chest, before sliding up his neck. It was a nice throat, long and slender, as delicate as it was strong. I loved the way it felt under my tongue when I twisted snug around it—and I could feel every breath he took.

My hands flexed in an effort to hold still as Huu-goh continued to gyrate on my lap. My cocks strained toward him, fighting each other to break through my slacks, though the fabric had no give.

“I love when your eyes go black like that,” Huu-goh sighed, the praise going straight to my hearts. My claws bit into my palms—a reminder to hold still. Roll, roll, grind. “It’s so goddamn sexy, you have no idea.”

“You’re killing me,” I gasped out, twisting to look over his shoulder so I could see his tiny ass flex. He was so small, a simple shift was all I needed to see either view.

“I hope not,” Huu-goh giggled and the sound was breathy and dripping with sex. “Are you looking at my ass?” Huu-goh’s voice turned incredulous.

“Yes.” I didn’t think my voice had ever been lower.

“Bad Roark.” Huu-goh placed a single finger between my heaving pecs and pushed. I went back willingly, back pressed to the couch, my tongue lolling to see if I could taste the scent of sex in the air. “Fuck, I love that too.” Huu-goh’s voice grew darker, needier, as he continued to wiggle to the beat, back and forth across my thighs, his plump ass brushing me just enough to drive me crazy.

I grunted in question.

“That—” Huu-goh pointed at me, at my flared nostrils, my heaving chest, then my tongue. “You’re this big, serious pink softie—always—” Big, serious what now? “And you look like you want to eat me.”

“Not eat,” I groaned, shaking my head, though the idea was tempting. “Taste? Yes.”

“And that voice,” Huu-goh continued, on a roll now that he’d found his confidence. “Even when I can’t understand you I know what you’re saying. All growly. Low. Like you’re so turned on even your vocal cords can’t help but show it.”

He hadn’t been joking when he’d said he’d tease me.

“Please.”

Huu-goh grinned, this wide, bright, feral thing. It lit me up from the inside out. Made me taste the stars all over again. “Stay still.”

And then he slid off my lap and turned around.

“Oh fuck.”

Huu-goh bent over, the curve of his ass wrapped in lace as his pretty pink hole flashed beneath the strap of the underwear, and those sweet balls hung between his spread thighs. His hands trailed up his legs, toying with the hem of his socks, snapping the little belts holding the big belt in place.

“Fuck,” I repeated, leaning forward to get a better look. Huu-goh slid his hands up to his ass, framed it, and pulled his cheeks wide. At the same time, a clever thumb tucked under the little strap that ran between them, tugging it to the side so that I had a full unobstructed view of his hole.

I’d known he had one.

I’d seen glimpses of it often, but never like this. Never with the light on, with him just holding himself open for me. With him offering himself for perusal. Like a delicacy.

I wanted to eat his little ass till he screamed.

“You haven’t fucked me here yet,” Huu-goh said, his tone conversational. All thoughts of waiting for our ceremony on Osheania to train his ass immediately flew out of my head. I wanted inside him. Right the fuck now. Especially when he started swiveling his hips again, releasing his cheeks so I couldn’t see that sweet little hole anymore.

“Nhhgh,” I grunted, because he was right.

“Is it because you’re scared?” Huu-goh’s ass was doing this shaking thing that had me actively drooling on the floor, pushing close enough I could taste his sweat in the air—could feel the breeze his movements caused. “I don’t want you to be scared.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” I managed, though it was difficult.

Just a taste. Just a little taste. Just a bit.

“Then don’t.” Huu-goh spun around before I could stick my tongue where I wanted to. His own chest was heaving, sweat glistening across his peachy skin. The tip of that sweet, delicious dick was now poking out of the panties, too hard to be contained, and it was aimed right at me.

Flushed, pink, and wet.

Drier than mine, but no less eager.

I licked my lips, retreating back to where he’d pushed me against the couch.

“You know the word no,” Huu-goh murmured, sliding into the space between my thighs again as his tiny hands cupped my face. “I promise I’ll use it if I don’t like something, even when we can’t fully communicate.” There was a depth of emotion in his eyes I had no idea how to fathom. “I was scared at first too—but I’m not anymore.” I got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about getting fucked. “You make me feel brave. You make me feel…” The music stopped, shifting to something sweeter as Huu-goh let his weight rest across my lap and his hand burned brands against my cheeks. “You make me feel like I can do and have anything I want. And what I want…is for you to touch me. I want everything with you. Especially after tonight.” His expressive brown eyes were full of emotion as his lips tipped into a sincere smile. “When you’re ready too of course.”

I kissed him instead of answering, pouring all of my love and adoration—all my promises—into that single gesture. My tongue slid inside his mouth, tangling with his own, carving out a place for myself inside his body.

When I laid him on the bed he was a writhing, jittery mess. He sucked sweet, nipping little kisses along my neck, tiny nails scratching down my chest as I pulled my shirt free and off my shoulders. The slight sting was welcome as I shoved the rest of my clothing off as hastily as I could. Relief only came when I was bare and the only thing between Huu-goh and my cocks were the silky strips of lace he still wore.

With one hand I traced across his delicate ankles, sliding upward till my fingers bumped the strip of unadorned flesh at the top of his stockings. “You are beautiful,” I promised him, guarding him from the world—from the light above—from anything bad that had ever happened to him as I gently sunk my teeth into the flesh, careful not to break it.

Huu-goh shuddered as he spread his legs. It was obvious from this angle just how much his cock had been leaking.

“You are perfect,” I told him, leaning over to slide my tongue down his neck, his sternum, across his nipples, and into his belly button. When I reached his dick, he howled. Invigorated, I slipped the tip of my tongue inside his leaking slit. When I’d chased all the salt that gathered there, I dove down, sliding beneath the silk of his panties.

He was muskier beneath them, sweaty and sweet.

Farther back I crept, as Huu-goh grabbed onto my head fin, babbling encouragement. His thighs clamped around my neck and my tongue snuck deeper and deeper into his crease.

Till I found what I wanted.

His hole.

It twitched beneath my tongue, a curious sensation as I rubbed against it. He tasted thicker here, headier. It was wonderful, and I chided myself for not trying this sooner. The more I rubbed his sweet little ass the softer it became. Like playing with it was enough to convince it to let me in further.

“Fuck,” Huu-goh mewled, shoving back against my face. It was a naughty word, and though I had also said it, it surprised me to hear it on his sweet little tongue. Was he always saying such filthy things when we were in bed? The thought made my cocks harder than ever. “Oh, fuck. Roark ?—”

When the tip of my tongue pushed inside his furled entrance he howled again, hips stuttering, his tiny thighs pinching me tight like he was trying to squeeze me out. He wasn’t strong enough to force me off, even if he wanted to. And the moment he realized that his moans only got throatier.

Huu-goh liked being pinned.

He liked that I was bigger than him.

He liked feeling powerless.

He liked the choice being taken away.

Probably because it meant he didn’t have to think, or worry, or stress at all. He’d spent so much of his life stressing. He’d had to be strong at all times or he’d break. But here, in our bed, I was the strong one. I was the one holding him together. He could trust this pleasure because I was the one giving it.

He had my full, undivided attention.

The deeper I pressed, the louder Huu-goh became. By the time I had a quarter of my tongue inside the hot clutch of his body, he was a sobbing mess. Compliments, insults, and exaltations left his tongue. He scratched at my fin, a steady litany of “yes, yes, yes” scattered between his other babbled nonsense.

When he spilled he did so silently.

He jerked, and jerked, and jerked a third time, all the while squeezing around me, his hips gyrating as he rode my tongue like it was a cock itself.

The scrap of silk slid back into place between his cheeks the moment I pulled out of his hole. Huu-goh’s reedy whine was the only other response he gave me as his thighs fell back, no longer pinching me in place. I licked my lips to savor the flavor of him, before crawling up his body to see his face better.

Pleased, I admired the charming pinch of his brow, his bitten red lips, the sweat that beaded at his temple, and the lovely brown spots scattered across the bridge of his nose.

When Huu-goh’s eyes opened my hearts lurched.

“Did you like it?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Fuck yes,” Huu-goh sighed, sated and soft, his fingers fumbling down my chest and toward my pelvis like he was trying to reach my cocks.

“No, darling,” I murmured—feeling foolish the moment the pet name escaped. That feeling quickly died however because instead of condemning me for being cheesy, Huu-goh turned to putty in my grip.

“ Darling ,” he whispered, like the angel he was.

“Yes,” my pulse stuttered. “That’s what you are.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You’re my darling.”

“I like that,” Huu-goh sighed, looking drunk from his orgasm, his eyes full of stars.

“I like you ,” I said, awkward but sincere.

“Can I touch you?” he asked again, voice sweet. “I want to.”

“This was for you, Huu-goh,” I murmured, leaning down to nuzzle our noses together. “But if you’d like…maybe after the next round?”

“The next round?” he squeaked, eyes going round—and it was adorable .

“Yes,” I grinned. “You didn’t think I was only going to make you come once tonight, did you?”

“I…”

“Not in that outfit,” and then I proceeded to taste him.

Every inch.

Thoroughly.

By the time the sky was light and the stars had fled, I had collected four orgasms out of the tiny pink-tinged creature, and he had collected one.

I was more than a little grateful I’d taken the weekend off as I curled around his small defenseless form. There were no thoughts of pirates in my head, or shipments, or tragedy. And no nightmares plagued me as I toyed with the edges of his stained panties and finally drifted to sleep, content.

If only I’d known what was coming.

Then maybe I could’ve prepared better for it.