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Hal almost left the Vivarium right after saving it— there was an active alien threat, one that he didn't fully understand— but the Ayries clung to him like they'd be sad to see him go. He was tired and a little sore and, damn him, but he was so lonely.
For the past few months, he'd been living in the back of his car with only a few hundred dollars to his name. He couldn't complain about it, he knew. It was his own fault, and he wasn't eager to settle down even now. Spending time in space was a balm to his earthly troubles, however.
Maybe, he thought, I could rest here, recharge my ring, then be on my way.
The Ayries seemed to sense his hesitation. One nudged at his side, where he was just a little ticklish. Another slid against his shoulder. A small starfish-like arm prodded at his cheek.
"I suppose I could stay for a little while," Hal said. "So long as you don't mind me taking a nap."
The Ayries couldn't speak, but one of them gave a friendly suck to the bottom of his chin. Hal smiled, somewhat delighted to be at the center of all this attention. With a yawn, he conjured up a cot with his ring, as he'd begun to do whenever in space for a prolonged period of time, and pulled himself onto it. Another flicker of willpower and his body was secured to the cot with a few threads of green light.
More Ayries cuddled up to him, their tiny forms curling against his body. Hal accepted them easily into the ring aura protecting him, and they wiggled their gratitude, seeming to enjoy his body heat. With the faint feeling of their shifting arms touching him, Hal fell into an easy sleep.
When he drifted back to consciousness an indeterminate amount of time later, Hal found a smile already on his face. He hadn't woken up smiling in a long time. It was nice.
Excited by his waking, Ayries crowded into him. He felt one curled under his chin, others rubbing at his sides. Their starfish-shaped mouths pulled at his skin with a sensation that was almost like sucking. One of them slithered against his side, its smooth body tickling him.
Hal opened his eyes with a cut-off laugh. More Ayries drifted through the space above him, the ceiling or the floor (they were really the same thing here) behind them. He started to sit up, only to realize that he was still tied to his cot.
An Ayrie sucked at his chest, and Hal shivered as one of its arms grazed his nipple. Was he naked? He willed the bonds away, curling his hand around the Ayrie in his palm. The glow around him flickered, but did not dissipate. Another Ayrie was clutching at his ring finger, two tiny arms slid between his skin and the ring.
"I'm rested now," Hal said. "Thank you for watching over me."
Silently, the Ayries continued to squirm, though the one under his chin prodded at him. They seemed to almost dance against his skin, crawling up and down his body with an ease that belied their half-starfish forms.
Hal huffed out another laugh as one caught him underneath his pec, then jumped as another grazed his, apparently exposed, cock. He craned his neck to try to see what was happening, though the Ayrie under his chin poked him in seeming protest. His chest was broad and thick, and the angle was terrible, both of which made it difficult to see what was happening. He caught sight of the Ayrie on his chest, its tail wiggling as it worked its way sideways through his chest hair and centered itself on his right nipple.
That strange sucking sensation returned, this time centered on his nipple— Hal hadn't ever thought of it as particularly sensitive before, but right now he felt his focus narrow down onto the feeling.
The Ayrie that had been resting beneath his chin floated upwards, undulating through space with easy grace. Hal's neck ached, and he couldn't see anything anyway, so he dropped his head back against the cot his willpower was still creating. Half-heartedly, he attempted once again to dispel it, but his attention was fractured.
Another Ayrie landed directly on his other nipple, like they were communicating with each other somehow. They alternated sucks, tugging at his nipples in a way that had Hal's heartbeat racing. He arched his back unconsciously, trying to get closer. The bindings that held him in place let him move bare inches before stopping him.
"You don't need to do that," he told them, "Really, I'm grateful, but I don't need— Ah!"
Something brushed against his hardening cock again, startling him. A sucking limb landed on the base of his dick, and Hal shuddered. Their alien consciousnesses were unknowable to him… but they seemed to know something about him as they coaxed his body towards pleasure.
The Ayrie that had been on his neck was still hovering in front of his face, but now seemed to have come to some sort of decision. It moved towards him, landing this time on his cheek. One questing arm pressed against his lips. The pressure against him wasn't unpleasant.
Another limb on his cock, then a whole starfish-mouth, sucking completely unlike a human one. It wasn't even the size of a woman's hand, so it couldn't curl completely around his hardness. Each limb massaged him, stroking him while pulling at the skin gently. Hal gasped, and the Ayrie at his mouth pushed two arms inside.
It tasted sweet. He didn't understand it, but found himself keeping his mouth open as the Ayrie squirmed more limbs inside, finally embracing his tongue with strange, wiggling motions. He didn't gag, even as he had to open his mouth wider to avoid risking grazing it with his teeth. The Ayrie clenched around his tongue, filling his senses with more of that bizarrely sweet taste.
One of the Ayries on his cock— how many were down there now? Hal couldn't tell, couldn't focus enough to try and count the arms— grazed a sensitive spot near the head. His cock jumped at the sensation, and he moaned into his mouthful of alien. This encouraged it, as it repeated the motion more deliberately, prodding and then sucking at that spot.
More tiny bodies curled around him, sucking at and teasing him. He felt swarmed, overwhelmed. It was impossible to keep track of what was happening, each part of his body electrified and stimulated in a way he'd never experienced before.
Hal's eyes refocused as a larger Ayrie drifted above him. He blinked, realizing he was writhing beneath the Ayries. He felt embarrassingly close, brought to the brink by sucking mouths and the long dry spell he'd experienced. It'd been so long since someone had…
And then something nudged at the tip of his cock. Hal's hips bucked futilely against now tighter bonds. Feathery arms slid down around his cockhead, curling underneath the mushroom-shaped tip. A longer sucking arm descended, half touching him and half pressing the smaller Ayries against him.
Another arm, then another, until all five limbs were on him. The Ayries shivered simultaneously, and then intensified their movements as the larger Ayrie began to pump his cock. Its limbs undulated against him, pressing in hard at the base before dragging that pressure upwards.
Indescribable sensations built on top of each other. Hal shouted as he tipped abruptly over the edge. None of the Ayries stopped sucking or moving, even as his cock jerked with the force of his orgasm. Each shot of come was caught by the larger Ayrie, which squirmed in seeming delight as it… did something with it. Hal had no idea if it was eating his come or absorbing it or—
He groaned as an Ayrie tugged at his balls, then pushed at them, like it was trying to push more come out of them. His cock throbbed again, his body quaking as his orgasm extended for what seemed like minutes, each pulse shooting through him like lightning.
When the sensations shifted over from pleasure to pain, the Ayries holding his cock let go easily, the larger one never reappearing where he could see it. Hal shuddered, overstimulated and strangely invigorated. Not all of the Ayries let go— the one in his mouth seemed reluctant, but he pursed his lips around it and pushed at it with his tongue until it finally extracted itself.
The bonds holding Hal in place dissipated, leaving him adrift. He stretched, coming back to himself more fully.
"Well," he said. He had no idea what to say. Hal lifted an arm and examined it, face flushing as he realized he was covered in thousands of tiny sucker marks. The few Ayries still clinging to him wiggled in faint distress as he manifested his Green Lantern uniform. The one that had been in his mouth landed gently on his shoulder, curling back up against him.
"Thanks." Hal decided eventually. "I'd better get going."