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How did the conversation's topic change to this? They weren't so sure. Tsireya, Kiri, and Tuk left a long time ago, not wanting to participate in such scandalous conversation as well as wanting to protect Tuk's innocent ears. Even Neteyam considered leaving, he would much rather collect seashells with the girls than talk about such things.
The boys sat on the tree and rock they always sat on when they'd gossip with each other. However, they weren't gossiping that time. They were talking about Na'vi sex. Specifically the difference between Omatikayan and Metkayinan anatomy.
"I've got to admit, Omatikayans are very sensitive Na'vi. We have a lot of pain receptors and… sensual triggers." Neteyam explained, face reddening by the moment.
Rotxo leaned into Aonung, whispering into his ear. "What the hell is a sensual trigger?" He asked, receiving an eye roll.
"You are too innocent to be here, go collect seashells with the girls." Aonung said, the other shaking his head frantically. "No way! Tuk is going to bury me in the sand again!"
"You should probably go, Rotxo. We don't want to taint your innocence." Lo'ak teased with a smug smile, finding joy in the Metkayina boy's flustered face.
"I am not innocent!"
"Yeah, and you aren't a virgin either. Don't think I don't see you when you go into Anauel's pod and come back with your hair unbraided."
Rotxo slapped Aonung's shoulder, almost pushing him down onto the sand beneath them. The other retaliated by wrapping an arm around Rotxo, forcefully pushing him forward and cutting off his breathing.
He smiled at Neteyam and Lo'ak innocently as the other struggled in his grip. "So, where are these sensual triggers?"
"Just the base of the tail" Lo'ak said, pointing to the body part he stated. Aonung nodded in acknowledgement. "We, Metkayina's do not have such sensual triggers. Just makes us all the more better."
"Oh really? How would you know? You don't even get any bitches." The young Omatikayan teased. Aonung didn't entirely get what he was saying since he used English slang, but he knew enough that he was berating him.
"Please, the ladies love me! I am the son of Olo'eyktan after all."
"Doesn't mean that you've had sex before."
"You want to test that out?"
Neteyam noticed the growing sexual tension as Aonung and Lo'ak stared into each other's souls. He shook his head when Lo'ak blurted out a loud, "Why not? I bet you did not even know what you were doing."
Aonung stood up, letting go of a lightheaded Rotxo. He grabbed Lo'ak by the wrist, dragging him to a far shore that only he knew of.
Neteyam chuckled as he watched Aonung drag a panicked Lo'ak away before turning to Rotxo who was lightheaded and looks like he had just met Eywa. He looked around, noticing the two's absence.
"Wait, are they going to have sex?"
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"Y-Yo, I was just kidding!" Lo'ak panicked, trying to free himself from the taller's grip, but to no avail. Aonung gave him a smirk. "Really? Your body says otherwise."
Lo'ak turned red, realizing that he had a growing erection that was evident through his loincloth. He looked away, shivers going down his spine when the other placed a hand on his waist.
"Look at me, do not be shy. There is no reason to hide." Aonung grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him. He gave Lo'ak a smug smirk as he undid his loincloth cloth, stroking his tail, just far enough from the base to make him barely shudder.
"You fucking tease…"
"I don't know what "fucking" means, but I'm sure it is something derogatory. That mouth of yours is quite dirty." Aonung teased, continuing to hold Lo'ak close, trapping him in between himself and a palm tree.
"Shut up!" Lo'ak barked back, trying to hiss, only to moan in ecstasy as Aonung kissed the tip of his ear. He barely felt it, just enough to send shivers down his spine and trigger the spots that made his knees weak.
The Metkayinan continued teasing him with glee, watching as the other unravelled at his light touch. He could have him like this all day.
Aonung let go of his tail, hearing a whine come from Lo'ak lips that made him smile smugly.
"L-Let go, you have proved your theory." He tried to push the other off, but to no avail. Aonung kept him there, this time, coming for his exposed chest. Since his neck was covered by his necklace, he sucked spots into his collarbone.
"But I am not yet finished with my business."
Lo'ak was manhandled— or technically Na'vihandled— to the ground and onto his front, ass and tail in the air with his hole exposed, Aonung right behind him, his own clothed cock pressing against his.
He blushed at the position, wanting nothing more than to hide under the soil and never come back up. But then again, some part of him wanted to be filled, used. It's been so long since he had any kind of action, especially ever since they came to the Metkayina clan for refuge.
Aonung grabbed his thigh as the other hand spread his cheeks, staring at the hole in front of him. He tested the waters by slightly dipping his thumb inside the wet entrance, Lo'ak unconsciously bucking his hips due to the action.
If there was one thing most different about Omatikayans and Metkayinans, Omatikayans self-lubricate. Maybe because of their aquatic settings, the Metkayinan people didn't need lubrication, as they had the whole sea to themselves.
Aonung curiously dipped his finger inside the substance, in awe as the liquid stretched when he lifted it. He was brought out of his fantasy when Lo'ak pushed his hips toward him, as if begging to be filled.
"No need to beg, I will give you what you want." He chuckled, patting the other boy's ass. A finger slowly protruded inside, making Lo'ak dig his face in the sand in shame and pleasure. He hated how much he enjoyed it, and he especially hated how much he wanted more of it.
And apparently, Aonung found great amusement in it, too. He watched with a smile as the other writhed under his touch, pushing against his finger for more.
"Argh! Just get inside me already!" Lo'ak said, his face burning as he did. The consequences can be dealt with later.
"Be patient. The Metkayina have large nether regions, I doubt you would want me to tear you apart, would you?"
At this point, he'd gladly take in a toruk's cock if it meant being satisfied. He just needed something bigger inside of him, not just one finger. Apparently, Aonung must've heard him as he inserted another finger into his heat, eliciting a moan that made Aonung want to shove his face in the sand and ruin him.
"Oh, shit…" Lo'ak moaned when the other spared no time adding a third finger, stretching him out to his heart's content.
Aonung smirked as he curled his fingers, Lo'ak's breath hitching under him as he played with his prostate. "That is different. Do all Omatikaya have this… pleasure spot?"
"F-Fuck you. It's a demon t-thing." The shorter managed to pant out, still quietly moaning as the other circled his sensitive spot. With every thrust, he felt like he was about to cum anytime.
Suddenly, he was met with the cold air as Aonung retracted his hand, leaving him empty and bare. Lo'ak hissed, needing something inside him again.
His wish was granted when he felt something big press against his contracting hole, getting closer and closer each time.
He tilted his head to see what was coming for him, only for his eyes to widen at the scene. Big was an understatement, Aonung's cock was huge. To be fair, it was fairly normal sized for a Na'vi his age, but he was taller than Lo'ak, and bigger. There was no doubt that that would rip him apart.
"Are you new to this, Lo'ak?"
"N-No way! I've done it many times b-back at home."
"I can tell from the way you are taking me very well. Tell me, do you still think I don't know what I do?"
Lo'ak responded with a moan as half of Aonung's cock was inside him, not wanting to fuel his ego even though he wanted to say that the other definitely knew what he was doing.
"Don't want to answer, huh?" Aonung pushed himself deep inside, his balls slapping against Lo'ak's skin.
Lo'ak let out an elongated moan, feeling his hole fill up with Aonung's cock. "Okay, okay, fine! You know what you're doing!"
"That's what I wanted to hear." The Metkayinan smirked. He pulled back slowly, the younger whining as he did. He tried to push back but was held in place by large hands.
Aonung placed a hand on the top of his spine that caused shivers to go down Lo'ak's body. His hand was cold and wet, presumably from the swimming he'd done just a while ago.
Before the Omatikayan could issue a complaint, Aonung slammed his cock in with a sadistic smile. Lo'ak's entire body jolted, surging forwards from the impact that made him moan in ecstasy.
"O-Oh, fuck yes! Give me more!" His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was continuously fucked mercilessly by the boy behind him. His fingers clawed at the sand underneath, looking for leverage before he's sent to another orbit.
Aonung grunted with every thrust, leaning down to further deepen his cock in Lo'ak's hole. His hand moved from his spine to the back of his head, pushing the Omatikayan's head into the sand as his fingers threaded through his braids.
The other hand snaked around his tail before gripping the base. Lo'ak let out another string of moans as the body part was stroked sensually, his entire being giving up on him as he let himself be manhandled by the Metkayinan on top of him.
"Is this it?" Aonung asked teasingly, leaning into the other's ears with a smug smile. Lo'ak tried to let out a curse towards the boy, but was cut off when a particularly hard thrust into a certain spot sent him into pleasure.
"Y-Yes! Please, more! More!" Lo'ak let out in a string of gurgled English and Na'vi as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Aonung only went faster, his hand working wonders on the other's tail as he thrusted into his prostate repeatedly.
The Omatikayan was completely at mercy, his hole squelching in wetness with every movement. The other had him pinned so that if he tried to move, he'd be pushed down. Not that he wanted to leave, anyway.
"Aonung! Please! I'm so close!" Lo'ak pleaded with his eyes shut tight. The hand that was on his head pulled at his hair, the sharp pain only making Lo'ak get closer and closer.
"Me too. You will take all of my release." Aonung said mischievously as his thrusts slowee and became sloppy. His legs shook under him as he tired himself out.
Lo'ak's body began to become sensitive, his tail swishing back and forth as it was jerked. His hole began to feel raw as he was fucked into repeatedly. It hurts to bad, yet felt so good.
With one last thrust and his head tilted back, Aonung came into Lo'ak's hole, releasing warm, white liquid that filled the other to the brim. Lo'ak could even feel his stomach bloating as he took in all of Aonung's release, cumming on the sand underneath him as well.
Their breaths were heavy, only the sound of the waves of the water and their breathing could be heard.
Aonung moved his hands away pulled out, his cum dripping out of the other like a waterfall. "Are you okay, forest boy?"
The mentioned boy let out an sigh of embarrassment. "Yeah, I-I'm okay. We should get cleaned."
The other nodded and grabbed a stray leaf to wipe them both down before Lo'ak could sit up. He handed him his loincloth and began to put on his own.
They sat quietly, unable to register ant words to say to each other. Are they supposed to say that they enjoyed it? Start bickering again? Or have a full on make out session?
Luckily, the awkward silence was relieved when they heard footsteps trudging in the sand coming their way. They looked up at who it belonged to. Tsireya.
"What are you two doing here?" She asked, her arms full of seashells and rocks. Probably to bring to Kiri and Tuk.
"Uhm… it's nothing, sister. We just- uh-"
"Wait… what is that smell?" Tsireya sniffed the air, her nose filling up with a scent that wasn't unknown to her. When she found out where the scent was coming from, her eyes widened.
Lo'ak and Aonung could only smile awkwardly.