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A steady sheet of rain falls over Valiance University, creating the perfect atmosphere for study. The sun has just set behind the mountains to the east of the school when Chris gazes out of his window to check the time. It seems almost dark enough for the activities he has planned. Chris is expecting a visitor and sits with so much anticipation that he can barely focus on the notes laying in front of him - work for his botany class. With a sigh, he glances over to the flowerpot sitting on his desk. It is a beautiful thing, and tonight, he will have an unprecedented opportunity to experiment with it. While his specific area of botanical interest isn’t touched upon by the school curriculum, Chris has found an extracurricular method of study, and a willing assistant.
Chris looks up from his desk when he hears a knocking on his dormitory door. He rises to his feet before walking over, a small smile on his face. He already knows full well who will be on the other side.
“Mateo,” Chris greets, as his guest carefully steps inside. Mateo glances quickly around at the shelves of plants that line Chris’ walls. Though, they’re nothing he hasn’t seen before.
“Umm, hey, Chris,” Mateo returns. His eyes are already darting elsewhere over the dorm room, no doubt searching for the night’s test subject.
Chris takes a moment to look him over. Mateo is a fairly tall person. In comparison to himself at least, since Chris is also notably short for… well, an adult. His guest is also slightly chubby, with skin a few shades darker than Chris’ admittedly pale complexion. While Chris usually keeps his hair brushed back to avoid any inconveniences with his work, Mateo’s major, creature summoning, apparently allows him to wear it somewhat more messily. Not that either of them are very concerned with appearances. They’ve both put off haircuts for so long that their hair is starting to reach below their ears.
“Hmm,” Chris hums to himself, realizing that he may have been staring for a few moments too long. “One second.” He glances over his notes one last time, scribbling a quick edit while Mateo gets situated behind him. “Why don’t you take a seat?” Chris suggests. “It’ll be the same routine as usual.”
He hears a low chuckle behind him and turns to spot Mateo wearing a grin that displays the pretty gap between his front teeth. “Formal as always, huh?” he asks.
Chris blinks a few times. “Well, yes. This is an experiment. I’ll be taking notes.”
He doesn’t fully understand the smug grin that crosses Mateo’s face. “Sure,” Mateo drawls.
Chris scoffs. “Anyway, to business.” He turns around to grab the plant off of his desk, hearing Mateo sit down on his bed at the other end of the room. With a dramatic twirl, he presents the flower to his guest. “This,” he announces, “is the oozing orchid, or Lemus Fetura, and I’ll be using it on you tonight.”
“Oh, it’s pretty,” Mateo lilts. And the orchid is gorgeous, with long, drooping petals and a bioluminescence hidden at its core. Mateo gestures to hold it, and Chris somewhat begrudgingly hands it over.
“It was a pain to acquire, so please be careful,” he cautions Mateo. Non-native magical plants not supplied by professors are always difficult to find on the market. Especially those with effects so dramatic as the oozing orchid’s. Chris suspects that his seller may have come to possess it through dubious means, but he was too ecstatic to have finally found the plant he was searching for. As far as he’s concerned, the flower is legally his.
Mateo examines the orchid, turning it around in his hands. “And what will this do to me, exactly?”
Chris stands there for a moment, weighing his reply. “Its effects are broadly understood, but I’m curious to see what undocumented abilities it might have.” He quickly catches himself. “Not that I would test anything on you if I weren’t… at least mostly certain it wouldn’t harm you.”
“Mostly certain?” Mateo presses.
“I-I mean, there’s always the chance that something could go wrong, and I wouldn’t want to inadvertently lie to you if it did.” Chris notices that Mateo is gawking at him, so he tries to redirect again. “However, there have been no recorded dangerous incidents involving this flower, so I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“Well, that’s reassuring.”
Chris sighs, letting himself become genuine for a moment. “As always, I’m not forcing you to do this, Mateo. You can leave if you feel at all unsafe or uncomfortable.”
Mateo lets out a breathy laugh before giving Chris a little smile. “I know, I know. I’m… I’ll do it.”
“Are-Are you sure? I guess this isn’t technically any more dangerous than any of the other plants we’ve tried, but-”
Mateo interrupts him. “You never did say what it does, though.”
“Oh. Right, right. Sorry.” Chris takes a moment to regain his composure before going on. “It requires a little bit of explanation. The effects of the oozing orchid actually have to do with its reproduction cycle, through which it uses different hosts to carry its pollen to other orchids. Sort of like bees and flowers. Umm, do you see that glowing spot there?” Chris points to the inside of the flower in Mateo’s hands.
Mateo nods, delicately lifting one of the petals for a closer look. “Is that the… pollen center?”
“Correct, that’s the stamen,” Chris explains. “It’s the sort of… male genitalia of the plant.” He somewhat regrets his words when Mateo fixes him with a look he can’t quite decipher. “An-Anyway, the magical effects of the oozing orchid are activated when a creature consumes the substance created by the plant’s stamen. While most flowers produce nectar to attract pollinators, these orchids combine their nectar and pollen into one substance that is eaten by mammals.”
“Um, can I touch it?” Mateo asks, pointing at the flower’s center. When Chris nods, he gently rubs his finger against the plant’s stamen. “I-I don’t feel any nectar.”
Chris feels a sly smile come across his face. “That’s because I’ve already extracted it.” He opens his desk drawer and removes a thin vial of glowing liquid. “Now, while it usually only takes a little bit of nectar for the effects to fully manifest, I’ve watered down the contents of this vial so that I can give it to you incrementally. That way, we’ll be able to record each individual stage as it comes.”
Mateo nods. “Right, but umm… Stages of what?”
“Ah, sorry. I keep getting off track.” Chris clears his throat and continues. “The nectar of the oozing orchid has an incredible transfigurative effect on the creatures that consume it. It’s able to turn our cells into a kind of living slime.”
“You… You want to turn me into slime?”
“Well, it’ll be temporary, of course. All documented hosts that have consumed the nectar reverted back shortly. I obviously wouldn’t… permanently transfigure you.”
Mateo chuckles and shakes his head. “I swear, this has to be the weirdest kink you’ve proposed yet.”
Chris gasps. “It isn’t a kink!” he tries to insist. “This-This plant is woefully understudied and we have the special opportunity to see how it could contribute to sex!”
The laugh Mateo lets out next is just slightly patronizing. “I was joking, Chris. I’d love to help contribute to plant sex science.”
“This is serious, Mateo! None of this has been researched before! We’re at the head of a new frontier!”
Mateo chuckles again. “Head.”
Of course, Chris knows that Mateo is just teasing him like usual. Before their experiments, Chris always plays the scientist, and Mateo keeps the atmosphere light with humor. Maybe it just helps them to step into their roles.
“Moving on,” Chris tries, noticing how Mateo instantly lifts his head back into attention. “The plant’s other properties have to do with… libido. Oozing orchid nectar is released from the host’s body upon well… release, and ideally near another orchid. Since the plant’s reproduction relies on the host’s willingness to reproduce, it is able to encourage sex by boosting the host’s drive.”
Mateo wrinkles his eyebrows. “That doesn’t sound very… effective. I mean, the plants just parasite random hosts and hope they have sex near another orchid?”
“Well, that’s part of the reason they’re so difficult to find,” Chris concedes. “Evolution hasn’t wiped them out just yet, though. At the very least, we have access to this one so long as I can keep it alive.”
“And let’s hope that’s a while,” Mateo says. Chris sighs and nods in agreement. After a second, Mateo asks, “What else does it do?”
“That is what I’m hoping to find out,” Chris replies. “The effects I had previously mentioned were all gathered from the testimonies of the few human subjects who had gone on record for consuming oozing orchid nectar. However, I’m hoping that documenting the entire process while giving it to you in small doses will help reveal more about them.”
“That sounds good.” Mateo cracks his knuckles before lying back on the bed. “Will you be domming or subbing? Or a little bit of both?”
Chris can feel his cheeks flush. For some reason, he always finds this part of the conversation a little embarrassing. “I-umm, I was thinking I could just take care of you for the night. I don’t really need anything. So, I’ll be… domming, I guess?”
“You never like saying it out loud, do you?” When Chris looks bashfully to the side, Mateo gives him a considerate smile. “We could come up with dynamic codewords or something if it would be less embarrassing.”
“No, it’s-it’s fine. I’m fine saying it,” Chris lies.
“Right. If you say so.”
Chris cuts in, remembering something important. “Uhh, really quickly, since I’m giving the solution to you in separate amounts, remember that you can always say our safeword if you want to end the experiment prematurely, and I’ll… help purge the nectar from your system.”
“Mhm.” Mateo looks at the ceiling for a second, contemplating. “And can I use the same safeword if you edge me too much again?”
The question catches Chris off-guard. “It isn’t edging!”
“And none of this is kinky either, right?”
Chris splutters. “I… I have more time to study your reactions to different things if I can get you to last longer.”
“Right,” Mateo says in his same smug drawl. “I’m sure that’s the only reason.”
Chris sighs and presses his temples. “Fine, fine. If you want me to finish you off more quickly just say, umm… uhh… snapapple. And we’ll use our regular safeword for everything else.”
“That’s succulent, right?”
“Right.”
“Just making sure.” Mateo grins. “So, when do we start?”
Chris has spent the last few minutes preparing his room for the two of them. He has fixed the bed, located his notetaking clipboard, and rummaged through his drawers for any materials they might need. Everything lies on a nightstand beside Mateo.
“Alright, Mateo, are you ready?” Chris stands beside his desk, staring at the vial in his hands. He always feels a surge of excitement immediately before these experiments, and a swarm of butterflies flap around in his stomach. As soon as he gives Mateo the nectar, anything can happen.
On the other side of the room, Mateo sits on his bed, visibly wriggling in what Chris imagines to be a similar feeling of anticipation. “Ready.” Mateo nods with a look of stalwart courage on his face.
“Wonderful.” Chris slowly steps toward Mateo, releasing the cork of his vial with a satisfying pop. “Tip your head back for me,” he instructs.
“Can’t… Can’t I just drink it myself?”
“Well, this way, I can more directly control the amount you drink for each dose.” Chris tilts Mateo’s head upward with his hand and grins. “Besides, I think this is much more intimate.”
“I guess,” Mateo tries to deflect, but Chris’ grin widens when he notices some blush appear on his face.
“Good.” Chris presses the lip of the vial to Mateo’s lips and tips it back so that the nectar pours slowly down his throat. Mateo makes a few cute muffled moaning sounds as he swallows, and Chris pulls the vial from him as soon as he’s finished about a third of it.
Mateo gasps and wipes at the corner of his mouth. “When-When will it start taking effect?”
“It should only take a few minutes,” Chris reassures him. “But first, I think I need to see a little bit more of your skin, in case that’s where it appears first.”
“Umm, go… go ahead,” Mateo stammers. He’s blushing even more fervently as Chris lies him down to start working at his shirt buttons.
“This isn’t too awkward, is it?” Chris asks. Of all of he and Mateo’s experiments, this is the first time he’s been the one to remove Mateo’s clothing. An irrational part of him worries that he’s doing bad at it.
“N-No, keep going.” Mateo noticeably relaxes as Chris’ unbuttoning takes him lower and lower. “I like it a lot, actually.”
“Perfect.” Chris can’t help but stare at the trail of soft hair leading from Mateo’s crotch up to his chest. It would probably feel wonderful to the touch, but Chris obviously wouldn’t dare. That seems too romantic, somehow. As soon as he’s slid the shirt off of Mateo’s shoulders, he looks over his torso. “Hmm, no changes here yet.” He taps at the buckle of Mateo’s belt. “Maybe down here?”
Even though the statement is more of a request for permission, he still watches a slight erection peek up in Mateo’s pants. Chris knows that teasing does a lot for Mateo.
Mateo squirms a little on the bed. “Uhh, sure. I…” At the sight of Mateo’s flusteredness, Chris also feels a bit of arousal in his own genitalia - a little buzz and some wetness. But he can’t be distracted by that. He still has a job to do.
Chris unbuckles the belt and tries to slide it out from under Mateo as smoothly as he can. He manages that with some success and leaves it at the top of the pile with Mateo’s shirt. Now, he only has the pants to worry about.
“Stay still for me,” Chris says as he slowly unbuttons them. Mateo lets out an adorable little squeak as he carefully undoes the zipper. “You’re doing great,” Chris murmurs somewhat mindlessly, as he slips the pants down Mateo’s legs. His guest is left in only his boxers, which Chris isn’t quite concerned with removing yet.
“Now…” Chris takes his clipboard from the nightstand and looks Mateo up and down. “Are you feeling any changes yet?”
“Umm, no. Not…” Mateo trails off as he lifts his hand in front of his face. He freezes for a moment before excitedly pointing at his fingers. “Chris! Chris, look!”
Chris leans in to get a better look and notices that the tips of Mateo’s fingers are starting to become a bright shade of blue. “Oh, interesting,” he breathes. Chris gingerly takes Mateo by the wrist and pulls his hand close for better examination. His fingertips do indeed seem to be changing into a slimy substance, and Chris runs his one hand across Mateo’s to feel the spot where his skin smoothens into an almost gelatinous texture. “Mateo, that doesn’t hurt at all, does it? Is it uncomfortable?” Chris asks.
“Oh. No, no.” Mateo lets out a laugh, as though he’s being tickled. “It feels a little odd, but I’m fine.”
Chris looks over his body again to find that similar blue spots are appearing on his toes. “Fascinating…” He quickly writes down that the slime first appears on the extremities.
“Uhh, it looks like it’s dripping a little bit,” Mateo says, bringing Chris back to attention. “I-I don’t want to get any on your bed.”
“It’s fine, Mateo. I can just wash my sheets afterward.”
“Still, I-umm, I might just stay on the floor. Especially since you probably plan on sleeping in here tonight.”
“Alright,” Chris concedes as Mateo stands from his bed, “but you can always climb back up if you change your mind.”
The smile Mateo gives him is small, but genuine. “Thanks, Chris.”
Chris watches Mateo curiously over the next few minutes as the slime climbs up his fingers. He wants to take just a few more notes before giving him the next dose. “Say, Mateo?” Chris asks. Mateo looks up from his own hands to acknowledge him, Chris continues. “Are you… feeling any of the other effects yet?”
Mateo quickly stammers and then takes a breath. Apparently, the solution is causing him to lose his composure already. “Honestly, a-a little bit.”
Chris leans over to peer at his boxers. Sure enough, Mateo is getting a little stiff. Chris smirks at him. “As I’m sure you’ve figured already, so long as everything goes according to plan, I’d rather you refrain from trying to pleasure yourself. I’ll take care of you once you’ve had the entire vial.”
Mateo’s face turns a deep shade of red. “Y-Yes… Yes, sir.” His erection rises just a little bit, and Chris again finds himself getting the other kind of excited as he imagines all the things he wants to do to him.
He adds the line “slight arousal” to his notes before reaching to grab the vial again. “Now, then. I’d say it’s about time for your second dose. If you’re ready.”
Mateo takes a deep breath and nods. “Al-Alright. I…”
He trails off as Chris pulls him beside the bed. He wraps his arms around Mateo’s shoulders to keep him in place before holding the vial to his lips again. “Good boy,” Chris whispers as Mateo dutifully swallows what he’s given. With the tip of his now-erect clitoris pressing against Mateo’s back, Chris finds that he has to restrain himself from rubbing against him. He’ll have time to relieve it later.
With a sigh, Mateo slumps to the floor. Chris notices that his breathing is coming out a little shorter.
“Feeling out of breath?” he asks, quickly scribbling down a corresponding note. “You could come sit up here if you’d rather.”
“N-No, I’m fine… I’m fine down here,” Mateo responds.
“Suit yourself.” Chris stares at Mateo for a second, noticing the rising bulge beneath his boxers. “Oh, really quickly.” He drops to the floor to crouch down in front of Mateo. “I’ll need to remove this for this next stage.”
Mateo shifts around a little bit. “Re-Remove?”
“Also, try to avoid rubbing your legs together,” Chris instructs. “And I need to see all of you. Changes could happen anywhere.” He grabs onto the edges of Mateo’s boxers before looking him in the eyes again. “So, do you mind if I…”
“Go ahead,” Mateo pants. He makes a few soft noises as Chris slides the boxers down his legs to place them in the pile with the rest of his clothing. From under the fabric, a smooth penis pops out, as if it had been waiting to escape. Chris stares at it for a moment, and his own body reacts accordingly. He can faintly smell his own wetness from where he’s kneeling. Since he isn’t currently in the mood to be penetrated he finds himself instead fantasizing about everything he could do to get the largest reaction out of Mateo.
“How are you doing?” Chris asks. Only because Mateo is looking away from him at that moment. Mateo is always a little bit shamed to reveal his member, but there’s nothing unusual about it by any means. It’s maybe just slightly smaller than average, but normal as far as Chris can tell.
“Um, fine.” Mateo lets out a heaving sigh before collapsing onto his back. “I’m just feeling… just a little warm.” His panting continues, and when Chris presses a hand to his chest, it is, in fact, much warmer than usual. “I kind of want to… want to…” His hand moves to hover dangerously close to his penis until Chris pulls it away.
“Not just yet,” he reminds him.
“Right, mhm.” Mateo sinks back to the ground as all of his muscles loosen.
Chris returns to his bed to check back over his notes until he hears the sound of vocalizing below him. When he checks back on Mateo he sees that the slime has spread further across his body, swallowing his hands up to the wrists and emerging as spots of blue on his torso. More curiously, the slime seems to have worked its way to his testicles, about half-submerging Mateo’s penis in the substance. He keeps making little huffs and moans of pleasure, and when Chris looks more closely, he can spot him rubbing his scrotum between his legs. Before Chris can criticize his bad behavior, he also notices something strange about Mateo’s ears. The slime has accumulated on top of them, too, and seems to be elongating them somehow.
Chris remembers that he has to correct Mateo unless he accidentally ends their experiment too early. “Mateo,” he cautions. His guest looks up, but doesn’t stop rubbing.
“Chr-Chris, it’s just so… sensitive. I can’t- it feels so good.” Mateo tits his head back with a puff. He clearly has no intention of stopping.
Chris decides that it might be necessary to be a little more forceful. He gets onto the ground again and places a hand on one of Mateo’s legs, trying to keep it in place. Mateo makes a protestful sound, but Chris has already started looking him over in more detail. The slime coats his body in much larger clumps, so by running his hands across Mateo’s skin, he is able to feel the way it adheres to itself. Most of the slime is fairly solid with a consistency similar to Jell-O, and though some of it has the appearance of running off his body, it feels too thick to be fully liquid, keeping dripping mostly to a minimum. Chris runs his thumb across one collection of slime coating Mateo’s chest, and the larger man lets out a moan in response.
Sensing an opportunity, Chris cups Mateo’s chest in his hand and squeezes. He lets out an even louder moan and stammers, “Chris-Chris, I…”
Chris shushes him, taking his face delicately in his hands. “You’re getting awfully riled up, aren’t you?” When Mateo only hums in reply, he adds, “Remember, we don’t want anyone outside hearing us. Try to be quiet for me.”
After Chris pulls back, Mateo lets out another breath. He’s looking more and more discomposed by the second. Not quite finished with his examination, Chris delicately touches the mass of slime on Mateo’s ear, only to have him quickly shrink back.
“Don’t touch that,” Mateo pleads. His voice is breathier than it had been a second ago.
Chris respects the wish but still asks, “What is it?”
It takes him a moment to answer. “I don’t-don’t know. It’s getting sort of hard to… to think over everything.” Chris supposes that would make sense, what with the libido spike and all. Then, Mateo points to the thing growing from his ear. “It-It’s guiding me. It wants me to… to have you.”
“Fascinating.” Chris whispers. He leans forward to get a closer look at the thing, but still tries to maintain his distance. “Is it some sort of antenna? For locating a mate, maybe?”
“Chris?” Chris looks down to see Mateo’s face close to his. Mateo takes a breath before continuing. “You’re just… really close, and it’s… doing things to me.”
Chris stares at him for a moment before climbing up onto the bed. “Interesting. I’ll give you some space for a moment, then.” He scribbles down a few more notes before reaching for the vial again. “Are you ready for your last dose?”
Mateo hasn’t stopped panting, but he nods at Chris’ question. “Mm-Mhm.”
“I hope you won’t mind me helping you with it.” Chris leans down off of the bed to reach for Mateo lying down on the floor. “Sit up for me.” Mateo complies, his moans rising in volume as he finishes off the bottle. “Good job,” Chris murmurs. He caresses Mateo’s face from behind, noting the somewhat distant look in his eyes as he tilts his head up.
“Mmmpphh… Chris?” The hazy murmur of Mateo’s voice sends a shiver down his spine. “I-I need… I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
Looking down, Chris catches him gently rubbing his tip in his fingers. “Watch your hands, Mateo.”
Instead of stopping, Mateo’s voice comes back airy and desperate. “But, I- God, I’m so horny. I just… I want you to touch me, p-please... I want- I want to make you happy.”
“Hmm.” Chris leans down to inspect him. “You aren’t usually this eager to please.”
Mateo glances up to look at him with lidded, hungry eyes. “I need… need you.” Surprising Chris, he stops touching himself to shuffle over to the side of the bed. Mateo raises himself to his knees, begging. “I-I-I’ll do anything, just-just fuck me, please. ‘M going… going crazy.”
Chris especially likes seeing him like this. With a chuckle, he runs a hand through Mateo’s hair. “So impatient,” he murmurs. “Unfortunately, I’ll need you to hold out until the solution has finished making its way through your system.” When Mateo lets out a shrill whimper in response, Chris adds, “If you think you’ll have that much trouble controlling yourself, I’m sure I have a little chastity cage around here somewhere.” He’s bluffing, of course, but the threat seems to work.
Mateo shrinks back from the bed, settling back onto the floor. In a dejected voice, he whines, “Okay, I’ll-I’ll be better.”
Chris grins and touches his hair again. “That’s more like it.” Taking in Mateo’s form lying on the floor, he does begin to feel slightly guilty. “You can come onto the bed, you know. I really don’t mind.”
Faint humming sounds rise from the floor before Mateo answers. “Don’t-Don’t want to… make a mess.” With all of the recent stammering, Chris assumes it must be becoming harder to speak on his end. He sighs and maintains his vantage point from the bed, where he can watch as the slime gradually spreads across Mateo’s entire body. Chris also takes the few minutes as an opportunity to remove his own clothing, tossing it onto the pile on the floor with Mateo’s.
A few minutes later, Mateo’s skin has become almost entirely blue, along with the hair on his head and under his arms, which has seemingly accumulated into gelatinous blobs of roughly their original shape. The slime seems to have rounded out his body’s edges, somehow, and even his nose looks like more of a stub than anything. It seems to have left the shape of his member largely unaffected, though, as it stands the most erect it has all night. Another sign of arousal, Mateo’s huffing and vocalizing has become increasingly loud to the point that Chris worries someone outside may actually hear.
“Mateo?” Chris asks somewhat hesitantly. “Are you ready for your final examination?”
“M-Mmmm?” Mateo groans from the ground. “I… Nnnn, s-sure.”
“Lovely.” Chris dismounts from his bed to look over Mateo for the last time. “By the way, is it harder to talk like that?”
Mateo hums something indecipherable. “Nnnnoo, jus-just feels so… good. I’m so warm…” He stretches, splaying himself out on the ground and leaving nothing to the imagination. Chris finds himself momentarily stunned. “But I still need… need you. I’ll… burst if I can’t…” He trails off before rolling onto his stomach, showing off his beautiful back, and Chris’ mouth begins to water as he suddenly has to remind himself to abstain from doing anything too early.
He manages to regain his composure and clears his throat. “Well, if the solution has finished taking effect, maybe it’s about time I’ve seen to that.”
Mateo’s head perks up in immediate excitement. He shifts onto his back, staring at Chris with profound anticipation. “R-Really? I…”
“Not so fast.” Chris grazes a finger across Mateo’s lips, resulting in a low moan and a shudder. “Before I reward you, it’s only fair that you do something for me.”
Mateo gets to his knees and moves his head so that his chin is brushed by the tips of Chris’ fingers. “Anything,” he murmurs, before nuzzling into Chris’ hand.
Chris smiles down at him, finding himself filled with a strange affection. Mateo isn’t usually this willing to take orders, and Chris feels there is some sort of tender caring in his obedience. Not that he would really like to analyze those feelings.
Mateo hums in his hand, bringing Chris back to himself. “Right,” he starts. “You’ve been making noise all night, and I’m beginning to worry that our neighbors might think we’re up to something… uncouth. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Mateo shifts on his knees and whimpers, still keeping his chin cupped in Chris’ palm. “I’m sorry.”
Chris is struck with sympathy for a second before remembering his role. “Don’t apologize,” he says, noticing that his voice is shifting subconsciously into a huskier rumble. “Make up for it. I think we should put your mouth to use.” He holds Mateo by the shoulders and drags him so that he’s sitting with his back pressed against the bed. Chris then slowly slides one of his hands up to Mateo’s chin and places the other around his cheek. “You know what to do,” Chris whispers as he gently uses his pointer finger to pull down Mateo’s bottom lip.
At first, Mateo whimpers again, before using his tongue to pull the finger into his mouth. Chris can feel it settle onto his tongue before Mateo starts sucking.
“Good boy,” Chris commends, to which Mateo only lets out a muffled moan. Chris has noticed a great improvement in his blowing technique since the both of them began experimenting. If he were in the mood for receiving, Chris would have let Mateo have some more hands-on practice.
Mateo’s tongue is hard at work, twisting and circling around Mateo’s index finger. Chris pops another in, figuring Mateo has the capacity, and carefully cards his slimy hair when he lets out another moan.
While Mateo is busy, Chris lets his free hand explore a little bit, feeling Mateo’s soft shoulder and arm, and moving down to his chest. His entire body is warm with attraction, and there is something incredibly pleasant in the new texture of his skin. Though Chris can feel bones under layers of slime and muscle, he cannot directly see them through the faint opacity of the slime. He can only make out vague, dark impressions in the places where bones would be. Running his hand over his soft chest, Chris finds that Mateo’s nipples have also been somewhat smoothed out by the slime. They’re the same blue as the rest of his skin, but still protrude just slightly. He gives one of them a squeeze anyway and grins when Mateo squirms in response.
Chris eventually decides that Mateo has been working on his fingers for long enough. “That’s enough Mateo,” he says. As he takes them from out of his mouth, he watches a thin strand of blue saliva follow with them. Has the substance also changed the color of Mateo’s bodily fluids? Remembering his responsibility, Chris caresses both sides of Mateo’s face. “You’ve done very well so far,” he murmurs.
Apparently unsatisfied, Mateo looks up with those same lidded, begging eyes. “Mmmmnn, Chriiiiis,” Mateo moans. “I-I’m still…”
“Right, right,” Chris sighs. “I suppose it’s time for your reward.”
Mateo squirms below him, and Chris spots his shaft becoming somehow even more erect. “Yes. Please. Please, I need it. I-I’m all yours.”
Chris smiles. “If that’s what you want. Now, stand up for me.” He leans over the edge of the bed to grab Mateo under the arms before pulling him into standing.
Mateo turns his head backwards to look at Chris for a second. “Wha-What’ll you do?”
Chris snakes one hand down Mateo’s waist and lightly pokes at his erection. “This thing has been starving all night, hasn’t it? Why don’t I help you release some of that tension?”
“Wha? Muh… hah.” Mateo makes a few meaningless noises as his body grows even hotter.
Chris’ grin grows wider. Mateo is adorable when he’s flustered. He presses his chin into the crook of his shoulder and wraps one arm around his torso to keep him secured. “So?”
“Uh, yes. Yes, I n-need-” Chris prods at his member again, and Mateo’s words are cut off by a high-pitched squeak.
“Hmm, I guess you’ve been good enough.” Chris runs one finger gently across the split between his testicles, and Mateo stiffens. “You can relax,” he assures. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Muh-Mmmmph,” is all that Mateo vocalizes as Chris begins slowly rubbing his balls between his fingers.
“How is that?” Chris asks. He likes saving the best parts for a little later.
“F-Faster,” Mateo pleads, even though Chris thinks he is already pleasuring him perfectly well.
“Faster?” Chris chuckles. “You’re very needy tonight.” He abides, though, and Mateo’s knees wobble slightly before he stands up straight again. Through the blue of Mateo’s skin, Chris swears for a moment that he can see something. A flicker. But it disappears.
Only slightly perturbed, he lets his fingers climb up Mateo’s scrotum until they’re at the base of his shaft. He raises them higher and higher, rubbing as he goes, and listening to Mateo’s beautiful moans as he does so. Once he’s reached the top, Chris circles his fingers around Mateo’s tip, waiting until he asks for more.
Sure enough, “Chriiiiis, you’re-you’re teasing,” he whines.
“Hmm, maybe,” Chris concedes. “But we can’t have you finishing too quickly, can we?”
Mateo harumphs and clumsily grasps at Chris’ wrist, trying to puppet his hand into rubbing the entirety of his length.
Chris laughs. “Hey, I’d say indirect touching still counts as touching yourself.
Mateo huffs, “But I-I…”
“Alright, alright,” Chris sighs dramatically. He tightens his grip and begins carefully sliding his hand up and down Mateo’s shaft. Within a few seconds, Mateo makes a long groan, and a few drops of a light blue liquid are expelled from his tip. Chris smirks. “Only now precumming, hmm?” He does usually take a while to produce it, which leaves more time for foreplay, in Chris’ opinion.
Mateo hums while allowing himself to lean back against the bed. Chris takes the opportunity to wrap his legs around him, glad that Mateo is finally letting himself relax. When Chris decides to increase his speed, Mateo’s breathing begins coming out interlaced with moans, and his limp fingers start to twitch.
Noticing his legs shaking again, Chris once again proposes, “Would you like to come onto the bed?”
“Nn-Nnnnnoooo,” Mateo groans. Just then, Chris finishes a stroke and stretches his fingers up to rub his tip, resulting in another long moan. “Mooore,” Mateo begs.
Chris gets back to work, leaning into Mateo’s back for a better reach. His own clitoris is so hard that he can’t help but grind against Mateo’s body for the little bit of pleasure it brings. “Tell me when you feel close,” Chris reminds him, “there’s one more thing I’d like to do with you.”
“Mmmmph… Fine,” Mateo says. Chris worries that he might be too eager to stop right before the finish, but he trusts Mateo enough to keep going for a while. He spends the next few minutes stroking Mateo, making sure to vary his speed at random intervals. Chris revels in Mateo’s every moan of pleasure when he’s being touched and his desperate pleas for more whenever Chris decides to leave him a little bit neglected.
Mateo’s legs have started shaking so much that he has to put most of his weight on the bed to remain standing. Finally, he groans, “I’m… I’m almost…”
A smirk set firmly on his face, Chris quickly retracts his hand and moves back on the bed, curious to see Mateo’s reaction.
Mateo freezes for a second before turning back with an almost heartbreaking look of betrayal. He moans, “Chris, I-I was about to…” If he didn’t have other plans, Chris would have folded and helped him finish him right then. For as much as he likes hearing him beg, Chris does feel somewhat guilty whenever Mateo is at his most vulnerable and interprets edging as some sort of punishment.
Chris softens his voice as he pats the side of the bed. “If you come up here, I have something better for you.”
Mateo stares at him for a moment. “But your-your sheets…”
“I told you I can clean them, Mateo. Besides…” Chris leans over the side of the bed to wrap his arms around Mateo’s middle in an attempt to coax him up. “I don’t think your slime is making that much of a mess. It’s staying mostly congealed.”
“Fine,” Mateo agrees after considering for a few seconds.
“Good boy,” Chris lilts. Sitting back up, he notices Mateo wearing a bashful smile, and he almost gives him an instinctive kiss on the cheek before catching himself.
Still shaking, Mateo slides onto the bed a little clumsily before falling onto his back. Chris looks him over, noting that his dick is still perfectly erect, despite his temporarily holding off on touching it. Mateo huffs and seems to sink into the mattress when Chris runs a hand over his torso.
“Oh, you’re exhausted, aren’t you?” he asks with genuine sympathy. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to do much for this next part.”
“Mmmmmm?” Mateo hums, not moving as Chris reaches over him to the nightstand beside the bed.
“You know what time it is,” Chris jokes as he playfully wiggles a purple dildo in the air.
Mateo’s eyes widen instantly, and he pushes onto his hands and knees to present himself to Chris.
(Handy visual aid:)
Again, Chris is stunned for a moment. Mateo eyes him so hungrily that any ideas he’d had about teasing are tossed out of consideration. “Well,” Chris says.
He reaches out to squeeze Mateo’s ass, more to get an idea of its texture than anything, but Mateo lets out a soft moan nonetheless. Chris always keeps a bottle of lube beside the bed, but with Mateo’s slime, he isn’t sure if it’ll be necessary. Figuring it’s best to be safe, he still decides that applying some lubricant can’t hurt.
Grabbing him by the thighs for stability, Chris carefully presses his lips against Mateo’s hole before spitting into him. Mateo yelps, and his arms give in, leaving his back end supported only by his knees.
Giving his back a quick caress, Chris uses the second it takes him to grab his dildo again to appreciate Mateo’s beauty. He always looks so pretty when he’s prepared for whatever Chris has in store for him.
“Well, Mateo…” Chris holds the dildo in front of him as if inspecting it. “Are you ready for it?”
Mateo’s chin lays flat on the mattress, but his head is turned so that Chris can see about half of his face. “Please,” he breathes. His voice is light and airy like the wind through the trees, and Chris wonders if he’ll have the energy to return to his own room once they’re finished.
“Alright, then.” Chris slowly and deliberately slides the dildo into Mateo’s hole, watching his body shake the entire time. The dildo isn’t small by any means, but Mateo has no trouble taking all of it. Almost ready to start, Chris leans down so that his mouth is just beside Mateo’s ear. Or… antenna. “The last thing you have to do is enjoy this for me,” he whispers. Then, rising back to his knees, he gets to work.
Keeping a steady hand clasped around Matteo’s buttock, Chris thrusts the dildo into him gently, and then with more power as Mateo begins to squirm on the bed in front of him. He’s been considering purchasing a strap-on for these experiments, but for now, the sex toy seems more than sufficient to please the both of them.
“You’re taking this very well, Mateo,” Chris comments after the larger man has begun moaning his name. “Keep going.”
As he continues to penetrate him with the dildo, Chris spots the same flicker he had noticed beneath Mateo’s skin before. It’s a cluster of light, he realizes, but it blinks out before he can gather much else.
It’s at that point that Mateo’s shaking legs also give in so that he’s lying completely flat on the bed. Chris notices his hands are tightly gripping the blanket under him. “Are you doing alright, Mateo?” he asks, not pausing his work with the dildo.
The words that come out of Mateo’s mouth are a spluttered mess. “Mmmm, good- I… More, Chris…” Chris gives him one particularly hard thrust, and he lets out a sharp “Ah!”
At this point, Chris can’t help but touch himself with his free hand. He has no intention of cumming until Mateo does, but he doesn’t see the harm in masturbating a little bit in the meantime. He supposes that’s a little hypocritical.
Mateo now has a section of the blanket bunched between his arms that he uses to bury his entire face. “Mm-Mmmmmph,” he groans, as Chris’ thrusting reaches a crescendo. He thrashes around on the bed, and Chris sits on his calves to keep him pinned, just in case Mateo accidentally ends up rolling onto the floor.
When Mateo finally lets out an especially loud moan, Chris taps him on the shoulder. “Mateo, roll over,” he instructs. He’d rather not have him ejaculating directly onto his blankets.
Mateo does as asked, his member bouncing back to full attention as Chris finishes the last few thrusts. He can see Mateo’s beautiful, dark eyes lidded in ecstasy when he finally causes him to arrive. Mateo lets out a moan so loud that Chris is afraid the neighbors might have heard it before a stream of blue liquid shoots out of his tip. Fortunately, most of it lands on his legs, coating his thighs, but Chris’ attention is transfixed by something else.
Just below Mateo’s skin, those same bright lights appear again. They flit around like fireflies in the night, surrounding his groin, his face, his chest, everywhere Chris assumes he must be feeling the most pleasure at the moment. He places his hands gently on Mateo’s shoulders as he watches the show, giving the larger man soft caresses as Mateo tries to catch his breath from the exertion.
“You’re beautiful,” Chris murmurs. He stares at the lights as they dance around, creating gorgeous displays beneath Mateo’s slimy exterior. The blue hue of his skin gives them an almost green glow. Eventually, though, the lights begin to disappear, before fading out entirely.
“Mmmnn, Chris?” Mateo groans. Chris starts back, suddenly remembering where he is. He stares down at Mateo, half-expecting him to have returned to normal, but the face that stares back at him is still blue and gelatinous.
“Ma-Mateo,” Chris replies. He looks at Mateo’s thighs, still covered in cum, and realizes that he still has a little bit more work to do. “I’ll get you cleaned up, hold on.” Just as Chris steps off of the bed, Mateo’s hand suddenly grabs his wrist. “Wh-What?” Chris glances at the man, still lying on his back, as he gives his wrist a little tug.
“Just hurry back,” Mateo whispers breathily before pulling his arm back towards his body.
Chris gulps, throws on his clothes, and races out his door in the direction of his dorm’s bathroom. As he runs down the hallway, a swirl of questions floods his mind: What were those lights under Mateo’s skin? Why did they appear right as he arrived? What is his antenna for? Why hasn’t he transformed back yet? And perhaps most importantly, where will he be sleeping tonight? As soon as he reaches the bathroom, Chris yanks a towel off of the stack near the sink, soaks it in hot water, and races back to his own dorm room.
As soon as he’s back inside of his own walls, he leaps to Mateo’s side and starts trying to wipe the semen off of his legs. He succeeds, and just manages to toss it into his laundry hamper when he feels two large, warm hands gently take him by the shoulders.
Mateo pulls Chris closer to the bed before unexpectedly nuzzling against his face. “Chris…” Mateo purrs.
A bit startled and definitely confused, Chris asks, “Mateo? What are you-” Just then, he feels something press against the tip of his ear. He reaches up to touch it with his fingertips. It’s slimy, but it isn’t part of Mateo’s body. Not directly, at least. Running his fingers across the thing, Chris finds that it connects back to the top of one of Mateo’s antennae, though he flinches when Chris’ hand brushes against it. “Sorry,” Chris apologizes, to which Mateo’s face shifts into a sleepy smile before cozying back up to him.
“It’s fine,” Mateo says, his voice soft and breathy. “Get on the bed. I’m tired.”
“O-On the-” It’s then that the bit of slime on Chris’ ear seems to send him a sensation. He feels tired too. Somehow, the entire situation reminds him of something.
“Snails,” Chris mutters to himself. This is like how snails mate. They-
Another jolt of feeling pulses through the tentacle connecting Chris’ ear to Mateo’s antenna. This time, he feels even sleepier. He’s beginning to struggle to keep his eyes open. In that moment, he wants nothing more than to climb into bed and curl up under the blankets. But the feeling seems strangely alien. Is Mateo somehow transmitting it to him?
“Chris…” Mateo sings again. He yanks gently at Chris’ sleeve. “Come sleep with me.”
This is definitely not part of their normal routine, but Chris finds himself unbuttoning his shirt nonetheless. He yawns, even though it’s only about nine PM, usually far too early for his bedtime. Chris strips down to his boxers, since he doesn’t want to risk getting hot in the night, before crawling on top of the bed with Mateo. He takes the liberty to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, bathing the room in darkness, save for the lone, dying candle he always keeps flickering on his desk as he works.
All the while, the tentacle has stretched to keep the two of them connected, and as Chris approaches Mateo, he feels his body become eased, almost fuzzy - the familiar feeling right after an orgasm. He decides that he must be picking up on Mateo’s sensations.
Chris and Mateo sit there silently on the bed, as if waiting for something to break their stalemate. The fuzzy feeling grows in Chris’ body until it leaves him hungry for something. He wants to touch Mateo. He wants to… cuddle, he supposes, though he would never say the word out loud.
“Mateo…” Chris tries. He slides forward so that their knees are touching before looking Mateo in the eye.
Mateo is still giving him a tired smile that Chris realizes has also etched itself across his own face. Trepidatiously, Mateo inches even closer. He cautiously opens his arms to wrap Chris in a hug, settling his weight against the smaller man when he doesn’t protest. “Let’s get to bed, hmm?” he suggests, his voice low and somewhat sluggish.
Chris nods silently. He can understand suddenly why he had begun to crave this kind of touch. Mateo’s body feels warm and soft against his own, despite the unusually smooth texture, and the tentacle connecting them keeps humming a song of comfort. Chris is reassured that Mateo is happy to be holding him. That he wants him here more than anything.
Just then, Mateo pulls back from the embrace to tip Chris’ head up with one of his fingers. “You’re happy,” he remarks with a warm grin. “I made you happy.”
“You did,” Chris murmurs.
Mateo’s hands begin exploring his face, a little bit clumsy with his obvious exhaustion. “Beautiful,” he murmurs at one point, and Chris realizes that one of his fingers must be hovering over the mole underneath his eye.
Eventually, Chris can’t stand the soft sleepiness that runs through his body and allows himself to collapse into Mateo’s chest.
“Bed?” Mateo asks.
“Mmn, bed,” Chris agrees.
The two of them climb under the blankets simultaneously before embracing each other again. Mateo nuzzles into Chris’ neck just as Chris remembers something he had forgotten to do.
“You’re horny?” Mateo asks, apparently sensing it through the tentacle.
Chris starts, “Earlier, I-I didn’t get to-um…” But words are hard, and everything except for his throbbing clitoris is fuzzy. He sits up, unsure of what to do.
Mateo runs a soft hand across Chris’ chest before resting his face against the back of his head. “Go ahead.”
Chris doesn’t need any more instruction. With Mateo’s arms wrapped around him, he reaches into his boxers and starts rubbing the thing between his legs. He had never experienced a masturbation session so… comforting. As Chris shifts under the blankets, he feels as though he’s sinking further into the mattress. As he rises through each different stage of pleasure, he feels himself coming closer to some profound rest. As Mateo guides him along with a “good job” or “keep going,” he feels somehow more connected to the person holding him. Everything is soft, and everything is warm, and he has the most lovely company in the world.
When Chris finally finishes, he lets out a quiet moan in tandem with Mateo behind him. Now, he feels twice as fuzzy as he did before, and he has to lie down for a moment before he can move at all. Mateo is seemingly just as exhausted, since it takes him a while before he moves to cuddle Chris close to him again. Chris finds a nice place for his head to rest right under Mateo’s chin and wraps his arms around him in turn.
“Good night,” Chris whispers, and Mateo echoes the same thing before all of the tension seems to leave his body.
Chris curiously touches his ear to find it now free of the tentacle, whatever it had been, and Mateo’s skin suddenly feels slightly rougher than it had before. But Chris is too tired to interrogate either of those things, and Mateo’s presence is so soothing that he can do little more than drift off to sleep.
(A few bonus drawings that I made while planning this work:)
