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“So, I’ve been wondering about something I’ve heard of Nautolans . . .” Anakin begins, eyeing Kit Fisto’s half naked body from where he lounges in the pool of water across from him, broad chest and muscled arms on display.
“And what’s that?” Kit responds in that intoxicating voice, a curious smirk on his face and his dark eyes glinting. Anakin pushes off from the rocky wall behind him and wades closer to Kit in the small space, standing upright a bit more so that Kit can see his equally bare chest as well. They’re both taking a break in this cave with warm little pools of water that they’d found on the mission they’re on together, taking a break to soothe their aching muscles and also giving an excuse to prolong the dance around their mutual attraction that they’ve been doing this entire trip.
“That you can . . .” Here Anakin bites his lip; he doesn’t have to pretend to be coy when he already feels a bit shy coming onto the Jedi Master like this. “That you can give other species your . . . your eggs,” he says softly, heart racing, “That they might not . . . take, but they won’t harm either.” Kit slowly stands up and gets closer to him, forcing Anakin to look up at him.
“Yes, that is indeed true,” Kit says, looking faintly amused. “And if you’re so interested, maybe you should try it out for yourself,” he continues, and Anakin swallows thickly. “My next cycle just so happens to be in a few days, if you’re still curious about it then. And I’ll admit, I’ve been curious about you too, little one,” Kit says in a low, rumbly voice, one hand reaching out to caress Anakin’s cheek for just a moment before pulling away.
Anakin’s breath catches in his throat, feeling suddenly dizzy with arousal. He’s not little by any means, but compared to Kit he is, and he loves it. Kit chuckles warmly at his reaction. “We will see. For now, let’s get you out of here before you prune up all over like you humans tend to do,” he says, turning away and leaving Anakin in a daze.
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Later, after they get back to the Temple and Kit talks him through everything that is going to happen during his cycle and what it’ll be like for Anakin, he is finally in Kit’s bed, speared open on Kit’s cock. Kit’s broad hands hold his hips still as he thrusts into him slow and steady, his cock dragging deliciously along Anakin’s prostate and stretching his hole wide, Kit’s head tendrils gently swaying with his movement and eyes even darker than usual.
“Alright?” Kit asks, still treating him so gently, and Anakin just wants more, even with the orgasm Kit already gave him with his dexterous tongue.
“Yeah,” Anakin pants out, admittedly still acclimating to the feeling of Kit’s cock inside of him. He’s taken big dicks before, and this one is certainly big, but it’s also unlike anything else he’s experienced. It’s more like . . . a tentacle than anything else, the length of it smooth and flexible and able to be moved on its own but with an expanding opening at the tip for the eggs, and it continues to push its way further into him until Anakin can feel him so far up inside his body. They barely had to use any lube besides what Anakin used to finger himself, because Kit releases so much of a translucent, viscous slick that makes the sound of his cock moving inside him completely obscene.
Kit finally increases his pace, his rhythm smooth and achingly good, making Anakin grip onto the sheets beneath him tightly with his hands. Anakin shakes damp curls out of his face as Kit readjusts himself and widens the spread of Anakin’s legs, holding them open so that Anakin starts to feel the light sting of Kit’s sculpted hips against his thighs as his thrusts get more punctuated, a heavier weight to them. Kit starts to breathe louder too, grunting in pleasure as his gleaming eyes roam over Anakin’s body, especially at his toned stomach and at where they’re connected, where Anakin’s rim is flushed and sensitive.
Anakin feels so aroused, his heart pounding in anticipation, not only from the stimulation and from the sight of all those muscles working above him, but also at the prospect of what’s to arrive. “Once I come,” Kit says, voice getting rougher, “it’ll start.” Anakin just nods hurriedly, tilting his hips up and clenching as much as he can around Kit’s thick length, wanting him to fill him up with everything he’s got.
“Oh—” Kit grits out, his teeth bared and sharp. “Now,” he warns, just as his thrusts turn into studdery grinds, as his body flexes and his head falls back. Anakin immediately feels him coming inside with how much there is, but soon the feeling is taken over by how Kit’s spend starts to affect his body, which Kit had told him would happen so he could more easily take his eggs. It sends a wash of warm pleasure through him, instantly relaxing him and making him soft and pliant and drowsy, body heavy and yet weightless.
It’s sort of like the feeling of being numbed before he goes under during a visit to the medbay, but this is so . . . good. Soothing almost, a balm to anything he may have been feeling beforehand, encompassing him with hazy comfort. “Get ready,” Kit murmurs, running soothing hands over his body, cock nestled inside of him and still pulsing. And then Anakin feels it, a gentle tugging on his rim as Kit’s cock swells at the base, before he shudders as he’s stretched wider before the first soft, round egg settles deep inside of him.
“Oh, that’s—” he gasps out, head arching back and eyelashes fluttering.
“Good?” Kit asks, voice strained but still touching him with calming hands.
“Mmh,” Anakin replies lazily, feeling like a tooka stretched out in the sun with not a care in the world. Then he feels that pressure against his rim again before another egg slips inside of him, the feeling still surprising him and making him squirm. Kit grunts at the movement and holds him steady again, just as another egg makes its way into Anakin’s body. Anakin feels more and more lassitude with every moment, everything feeling dreamy and slightly fuzzy around the edges.
“That’s it, little one, just relax and take it,” Kit says, his voice reaching Anakin as if he’s underwater. Anakin languidly nods and feels another egg squeeze inside, the feeling of his own aching cock only present in the distant background. He loses track of time as Kit continues positing his eggs, the repetitive, slightly strange feeling of each egg being put inside of him blending together now, his body feeling syrupy-sweet and slow. Anakin absently rests a hand down on his stomach and marvels at the slight bulge he feels there, body suddenly thrumming with arousal that seeps into his bones.
“You’re doing so well, Anakin, just a few more,” Kit praises, and Anakin feels a dazed grin creep across his face, even as the feeling of the eggs inside him starts to make him feel a bit full. Soon Kit is left panting as his final egg passes into Anakin, body bent over Anakin’s, seemingly spent. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, caressing a hand over Anakin’s stomach, before he finally wraps a hand around his dripping cock. “You’ve been so good.”
“Ah—” Anakin lets out, the sound punched out of him by the sudden stimulation, as Kit strokes his cock with a light grip, knowing his senses are already overwhelmed. It makes Anakin writhe, tears springing to his eyes as Kit pulls back enough so that the tip of his cock can press itself along Anakin’s prostate, making Anakin feel shaky and electric.
“That’s it, little one, come—” Kit urges, and Anakin obeys, his orgasm blindingly bright and strong and sweeping him away to another dimension. Before he can even properly come down, he succumbs to exhaustion and falls into sleep, sated and happy.