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Wrecker and Al’lo both stood on opposite sides of the bed as they undressed, keeping their eyes on each other, appreciating the bare skin being revealed to them.. Neither had planned on this happening, but both were happy it was. It wasn’t a lack of desire that had delayed this, but a lack of opportunity.
Soon they were both completely naked. At the sight of Wrecker’s member Al’lo almost laughed at just the shear ridiculous size of it, but caught himself. He didn’t want Wrecker to feel insecure in any way.
Wrecker looked over the expanse of Al’lo’s grey skin. The first thing he noticed was that he didn’t have any tattoos on his legs. He chuckled. “Is it weird that your legs look more naked than the rest of you?”
Al’lo looked down at his bare, tattooless legs and laughed. “No. I wanted to get a bit more of my torso filled in before I moved on to them.” He looked over at Wrecker with a lustful gaze. “I can see you’re quite...proportional.”
“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, apprehensively.
“Nonsense,” Al’lo asserted as he walked into the refresher, coming out soon after holding a lube bottle. “Hammon Hotels prides itself in meeting all of its guests needs.” Wrecker chuckled at the impromptu sales pitch. Al’lo placed the lube on the bedside table and climbed onto the mattress. “Care to join me?”
Wrecker excitedly hopped on, making Al’lo bounce. He’d fantasized about this moment plenty of times, but now that he was here he didn’t know where to start. Al’lo noticed his apprehension and moved forward, placing his hands on the clone’s bearded cheeks. “Don’t think too hard,” he soothed as he pulled him down for a kiss. Their tongues quickly met as their hands started to wander. Al’lo’s slid down Wrecker’s neck, to his shoulders, to his chest. Wrecker went for Al’lo waist and hips before going down further to fondle his ass.
Al’lo snorted a laugh. “A fan of that, are we?”
Wrecker grinned. “What can I say? I’m an ass guy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” Al’lo said with a wink before giving one of Wrecker’s nipples a tweak, causing the big man to let out a small moan. Al’lo lunged forward and took it into his mouth, relishing in Wrecker’s sounds of pleasure. He used his fingers to give the neglected one some attention.
Wrecker had no idea his nipples were such erogenous zones. None of his previous partners had ever played with them, and he’d never thought to try it himself. Al’lo pressed forward more, signaling Wrecker to lay back. He looked up at the red-head straddling him with pure desire. He’d made the assumption that he was the kind of guy who liked being on top, and it seemed like he was right. He moved one of his hands up and used his thumbs to rub Al’lo’s nipples, returning the favour. Al’lo’s back arched as he moaned. The noise made Wrecker’s hard cock twitch. “You like that?”
“About as much as you seem to,” he replied with a smirk. It was going to take time for them to learn each other’s bodies, but they were both willing to seek out what made the other squirm and writhe.
“What about gettin’ eaten out. You like that?” Wrecker was a big fan of pleasuring his partner with his mouth. It didn’t matter what they had between their legs, he wanted to use his mouth on it.
Al’lo groaned. Just the thought of Wrecker’s head between his thighs made him shiver. “Oh Sunshine, you are free to feast to your hearts content.” He yelped when Wrecker picked him up like he weighed nothing, and flipped him onto his back.
Wrecker licked his lips as he spread Al’lo’s thighs, the smaller man’s swollen dick poking out from the bush of red hair. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around it, suckling it enthusiastically. Al’lo cried out in ecstasy as he unconsciously thrust his hips up, Wrecker only needing one hand to hold him down. He released the tiny cock from his mouth only the replace it with a few of his own fingers. He got them nice and wet before using his index finger to start prodding at Al’lo’s already drenched entrance, earning him a whine. He just chuckled as he eased his finger in and out, searching, and finding the sweet spot inside, causing his partner to let out a particularly loud moan. He then added a second, leaning down to flick the tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue.
Al’lo panted as both his g-spot and cock were being attacked in unison. He wasn’t going to last much longer. “Please! Kriff! More!”
“You close?” Wrecker asked after inserting a third finger.
“Yes!” Al’lo screamed as he clamped down on Wrecker’s fingers, back arching off of the bed as he came. Wrecker kept moving his fingers until Al’lo finally relaxed. He backed off and watched as his partner basked in the glow of post-orgasm bliss. Al’lo looked over at him. “I think it’s your turn.” He sat up and started reaching for Wrecker’s aching cock before he was stopped.
“Nah. I’m not gonna last long. I’d rather come inside ya, if that’s okay.”
Al’lo gave him a soft smile. “Of course.” He crawled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the lube. “Lie back.” Wrecker obliged as Al’lo poured some lube on his hands, letting it warm up before spreading it on Wrecker’s waiting member. Wrecker let out a strangled cry, willing himself not to finish then and there. Al’lo positioned him at his entrance before slowly sinking down. He let out a choked gasp. The stretch was deliciously painful. He didn’t know if he could fit all of it in, but by the Gods, he was going to try.
While Wrecker wanted to let Al’lo stretch himself out at his pace, it was taking everything in him not to thrust up. The pleasure was mind-blowing. Here he was, being ridden by the object of all of his recent erotic fantasies, so he couldn’t really blame himself for struggling to stay in control. He never realized sex could feel so much better when there was an actual emotional connection. He panted and groaned as he watched more and more of his member get engulfed. His eyes rolled back and his head hit the pillow when he finally felt Al’lo’s hips meet his. He was fully in.
As he finally got all of Wrecker’s massive girth into him, Al’lo could tell by the man’s expression that he was reaching the edge fast. “Come for me, Sunshine,” he encouraged as he sped up his pace.
“Wanna...wanna come with you,” Wrecker groaned.
“Worry about me after,” he urged, clamping his muscles down, tightening his passage.
Wrecker cried out as he came, Al’lo continuing to move, milking him for all he was worth. When he was fully spent he grabbed Al’lo’s hips to avoid overstimulation. He panted as he lay there. “That was way better than any of my fantasies.”
Al’lo chuckled as he got off, cum already seeping out of him. He winced at the pain. He was definitely going to feel this for a while. He flopped onto his back and let out a contented sigh.
“You want me to help you get off again?” Wrecker asked.
“I think I need some more time to recover.”
They both lay there for a few minutes before Al’lo broke the silence. “So, you fantasized about this?”
Wrecker chuckled. “Yeah. Sometimes I’d wake up from dreams of you and be hard as a rock.”
Al’lo smirked. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find myself in similar situations. Hot and bothered by sultry thoughts and dreams.”
“You ever get off thinkin’ of me?” Wrecker asked.
“Often.”
Wrecker blushed. “Me too.”
Al’lo stretched. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
“You wanna head out?”
Al’lo shook his head. “I’m way too tired to drive, and I don’t want to take a taxi and leave my speeder here. Are you okay with sleeping here tonight?”
“As long as it’s with you.”
They cleaned up and got back into bed, snuggling together under the blankets before drifting off to sleep.
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Al’lo’s eyes fluttered open. He looked over at the chrono and saw it was a couple of hours before the alarm was set to go off. He’d set it so they’d have time to get back before Margo’s usual wake up time, that way he wouldn’t have to explain to his daughter why he’d been gone for the entire night. He figured he could just close his eyes and sleep for a bit longer, until he felt something hard pressing against his ass. He wiggled his hips a bit to try and identify it before he heard Wrecker groan and slightly thrust his hips.
Al’lo blushed. Aha. That’s what it is. He got a mischievous grin as he rolled his hips. Wrecker let out a moan then a snort.
“Huh, wha?” Another hip wiggle had Wrecker chuckling. “Somethin’ on your mind?”
“I think that something is on both of our minds,” Al’lo said, looking over his shoulder with a smirk.
“You got that right,” Wrecker said, moving over Al’lo and caging him in with his limbs. Their kiss didn’t start slow, neither in the mood to wait. Wrecker rolled his partner onto his stomach and lifted his hips, Al’lo too horny to argue. With the size difference it took a bit of adjusting to get the position to work, but once everything lined up Wrecker reached for the lube and quickly slicked himself up before surging forward, causing them both to groan. He waited a bit to let Al’lo adjust, but the Shadish man didn’t have that kind of patience, rocking back and impaling himself further.
“Please. Kriff me. Please!” Al’lo begged in desperation. Wrecker obeyed, thrusting hard and fast, while keeping in mind his enhanced strength.
The room filled with the sounds of moans, panting and flesh hitting flesh. This wasn’t fueled by emotion or a want to explore, but entirely by lust. They each had a great need that the other was more than willing to fulfill. Wrecker heard, what he thought was incoherent muttering from Al’lo, until he realized that a lot of what he was saying was being repeated. He grinned at the thought that the man was too far gone to even speak standard anymore. It spurred him on to go faster. Harder. Al’lo’s muttering turned to screams of pleasure as he kept yelling the same word over, and over. Wrecker had a sudden desire to learn Shaddish, if for no other reason than to understand Al’lo during sex.
When he felt Al’lo’s walls start to flutter he reached down between his legs, giving the man’s nub some much needed attention. They both cried out as they came together, neither stopping until completely spent.
Wrecker rolled to his side to avoid crushing his lover. Al’lo looked over at him, his eyes not entirely focused. “We should probably get back to sleep,” he slurred. Wrecker just nodded. They snuggled together and quickly fell back to sleep.
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They were both startled awake by the alarm. Wrecker was tempted to crush the thing, but instead opted for just turning it off. They both got up and headed for the refresher, but Wrecker stopped when he saw Al’lo taking his hair out of the low ponytail, letting the long strands of hair hang free.
“Your hair,” he stated.
Al’lo turned around. “I think we’ve reached the point in our relationship where I can wear it down in front of you.”
Wrecker felt giddy. He was now, officially, part of Al’lo’s close circle. Part of his family. They showered together, stopping from time to time for spontaneous make-out sessions. They were both ready for a third round, but knew if they didn’t hurry up they wouldn’t get back to the apartment before Margo woke up. Wrecker watched as Al’lo meticulously got his hair exactly how he wanted it.
“Is hair important in your religion?” he asked, genuinely curious. He listened intently as Al’lo explained how hair on the head represented the leaves on a tree, and how that connected to the leaves of the Soul Tree, which housed the souls of Shadish people. Leaving it free flowing was akin to baring their soul. Wrecker had been so fascinated by the lesson that he’d forgotten he hadn’t gotten dressed yet. He rushed to get his clothes back on before they both headed out the door, back to Al’lo’s home.