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“Dude, why are you so nervous…?” His chuckle was soft and innocent, watching his partner’s flustered faces.
“Because, Ben, it is embarrassing…! And I feel you are not taking it seriously.”
“Hey—That’s not true…!” Ben got his last few giggles out before straightening his face; tightening it with the slightest hint of a smile crept up and sat up to straighten his back. “Ok—No laughing this time. I promise.”
Rook relaxed his furrowed face and took a readying huff. “Ok. Close your eyes.”
“For what—?” His voice mocked, “I already said I won’t—”
“Because I do not trust you, Ben!”
The human sat still again. He wanted to apologize, but at the same time the thought popped into his head—Rook was this worked up to show him something so little? His partner was always cool and composed, but this side of him was so cute…!
“Ok, ok…” He had to bite his lip to kill the smirk in its tracks, “Trust me…no peeking.”
Rook’s brows furrowed again, looking down at the eager little face growing a small, struggling smile. He learned quickly from missions and their partnership that whenever Ben says, “Trust me, dude,” or “Dude, I promise,” It leads to a much bigger problem later in the day. This time, Rook let out a much heavier sigh.
Now, blind to the world, everything came to Ben slightly unexpected. There was no need to feel so tense at the shift of the mattress—no need to be cautious, just Rook moving closer. Ok, now he was a bit nervous. His partner was being slow and hesitant, the wait was getting long; the more vulnerable Ben felt, the more anxious he grew.
Unsure, his lip quivered. “R-Ro—” But the sudden hand on his cheek caused Ben’s heart to skip one too many beats.
“Shush.”
So, Ben’s teeth folded over his lip. He couldn’t understand why it was so nerve racking—was it because he was surrounded in darkness and doesn’t know what to expect? Because he was now helpless and completely at someone else’s mercy?
He tensed his short breathes, feeling the large hand trace his jawline, down to his chin. Rook could see the crippling effect not just his touch had on his partner—but the fact that Ben wasn’t in control. Ben was so uneasy when he doesn’t know what’s coming next. When he—the hero—is being led by someone else. He took a hold of the boy’s chin, tilting it up, watching Ben’s pale cheeks turn a warm, bright pink. Rook really did like seeing his partner melt like putty in his hands—Ben didn’t even know what to do. He watched the human purse his lips together in a strange way, like he was waiting for Rook to do something. Whatever that was.
Then, Rook brought his forehead down on his softly. He met their noses together, cheeks, all their unique facial features as he rubbed them together, relishing in the beauty of their differences in species.
Ok, this wasn’t Exactly what Ben was expecting, but the gentle and unusual feeling practically made him forget time itself.
Ben went along with it, pushing up to preen their cheeks together, turning his face and letting the gentle surfaces melt together. Rook held that eager little head in his hands, encouraging him to take this new thing slow and gentle. This was something that shouldn’t be rushed. The alien’s hands felt so huge on his face, sliding down to his neck to give his face more room; rough palms, and those claws unconsciously pricking his skin. The fur on Rook’s face was shorter and smoother than the rest of his body, and those bigger cheeks were starting to burn up against him. Ben took a pause from the lazy movements to cup the larger hands against him. That name was on his tongue again, soft and tender, before creeping open his eyes without permission.
Then they shared such a deep gaze as Rook stroked the human in his palms, big and gentle, so full of raw emotion—a thousand words shared between their eyes in the blank silence. He was making that noise again, that subtle rumble that echoed in his throat and beat at the back of his vocal cords, and deep like a big, alien cat.
But the moment ended on a warm note—with Rook suddenly gnawing on partner’s cheek; making the boy break out in ticklish giggles.
“Ben! You said you would not laugh…!”
“—I didn’t think you were gonna bite me…!” He wiped his wet face with the palm of his hand, feeling the little indents those bigger incisors left. “That’s it…?”
“Yes, that is it! It is a very— ” Rook took a moment to collect himself, sitting back with his hands on his lap. His face was forward, but his eyes were every direction but, “It is a very…Intimate way we Revonnahganders show affection towards our partners…”
Before Ben could get a single word out, Rook buried his face in his palms. The knots in his gut were still tight and insufferable—he was so nervous, he thought he was going to die. “Ben…I cannot believe we just did that…!”
Ben leaned back on his turned arms, watching his alien partner flustered like a big, adorable teenage girl. “Dude, all we did was rub our faces together, and then you tried to eat me.”
“Where I come from, Ben, what we just did is considered extremely inappropriate…Especially since we are not wed…” Rook’s eyes delighted in a joking smile, “If my father ever found out, he would have you tied up, and buried in a pit of starving Muroids!”
“…Hehe…Yeah…” Ben struggled to laugh it off. He knew Rook’s father would do something like that to him.
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“Great, now it’s my turn…”
Now Rook went stiff, watching his smaller partner crawl over to him on all fours, licking his lips like a hungry dog—definitely harboring malicious Intent. He was going to lean down, before Ben climbed up on his knees. A little over eye level; Rook’s eyes were wide and anxious, while Ben kept a calm gaze and a mischievous grin; lightly gripping those broad shoulders. He’d been waiting far too long for this moment.
“B-Ben…Should—do you want me to close my—Mhm—”
It was sudden and unexpected, but Rook wasn’t as surprised as he expected, not the reaction he hoped.
Ben sat back down and looked up at his partner. “Well…?”
“That was just putting our mouths together. Humans do that all the time—do they not…?”
“W-well yeah, but this is like—different…And there's like, more to it than that…!”
“I have seen humans put their mouths and tongues together many times—Kevin has even shown me many videos of how humans fornicate—”
“S-stop—Kevin!?”
Ben buried his head into Rook’s clothed chest, face down, grip dug into his partner’s shoulders turning harsh as he cursed under his breath. “When I see that perverted freak again, Rook, please remind me to crush him under Humungousaur’s right foot.”
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“Humans have such strange mating customs—To merge unsanitary orifices…And why would you want someone else’s tongue inside your own mouth…?”
Ben frantically shook his shoulders; he was losing Rook, and he didn’t want to turn him off right when they were so close. ”Noo, dude, that’s literally like—the best part!” He was whining now, after taking in one look at Rook’s cringing face.
“It’s called kissing…That’s how humans show their love to someone they really love…Or like—don’t, if they’re just having sex or whatever…Or if they’re like—their mom, but that sounds really weird out loud…” Ben’s explanations were poor as usual, and all this sensual talk and nerves was starting to get him hot and panicky.
His face was in Rook’s furry shoulder with a calmed huff, “We can stop here…N’ we don’t have to ever use tongue if you don’t want to.”
Rook heard his partner’s disappointed sigh and let out his own guilty breath. They both agreed that they’d sit here together last week and show each other how their different species shows affection towards partners. The two were both aware they needed to take their new relationship patient and be respectful of each other’s cultures. Even if it did seem a little…gross.
“Ben…I would like to try…kissing with you, tongue and all…”
The human pulled back to look at him, “Oh, Dude, it’s fine, I’m not gonna force you to—Mmh—!”
Ben was cut off by a really poor attempt, lips still and puckered against his, “You brought me to your room to teach me how humans show deep affection in every way, Ben,” Rook’s arms snaked around that tiny waist, pulling his partner flush up against him. He was looking right up at his little human now, who was reddened and blinking dazed. “So teach me, Ben.”
Ben’s lips trembled like he was going to say something, but he swallowed his thoughts right there. He trusts if Rook didn’t like it and wanted to stop, he’d pull back and tell him. The human threw himself at the alien, tying both arms around his neck, because Ben was completely sick of talking.
Unfortunately, Rook had to learn in the moment, being taught without words or any indicator of what he was even doing. But he was also a fast learner—and quickly realized the key to kissing was to keep your mouth as relaxed and nimble as possible; and to lock your lips snug in-between your partner’s own. Short, unsure pecks on the mouth gradually became longer and more confident, until he was comfortably eating away at Ben’s bottom lip.
Ben leaned into it and turned his head so Rook could kiss him back harder. Every break away led to the same pattern of a loud ‘Chu’ followed by empty breaths, and a stare that said everything. ‘Yes, you’re doing fine, now shut up and just kiss me.’
Ben had always fantasized about it, peeling down the neck of Rook’s snug suit and messing with him, kissing and preening his neck on the job; just to ruffle him up. But it felt so different, he didn’t expect the crook of his neck to feel and smell so hot.
His hero was against his bottom lip, then trailing those wonderful kisses down Rook’s jaw, showing all the amazing places they could go on someone’s body. They didn’t have to keep this exclusively on their lips.
“Mhmm…Rook…” That name was a soft coo into warm pocket of gentle fuzz, swaying at the feeling of those larger hands trailing his sides up and down. He wanted to touch Ben everywhere, feel the human’s skin under those clothes naked and bare, but he was still so unsure about how his partner wanted to take this. his mind was racing with all those explicit things he saw in those videos, itching to try all those things out on Ben’s perfect body.
What surprised Rook the most was that gentle feeling of hot, wetness that stuck down his fur in a trail. For someone who complained about it before, Ben didn’t mind grooming him up, even if it was an adorable attempt. He felt so small and cute against him, tugging down eagerly on the collar of his shirt—he couldn’t believe how soft a human’s tongue was. The hero’s tongue was so little, and he did his best to track his tongue up Rook’s neck in the hastiest fashion possible. The alien would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the sensation that tickled his nerves, but Ben could tell by how he flattened Rook’s short coat—it just wasn’t giving the sensual effect he was hoping for. And he felt like he was giving a cat a tongue-bath.
“Ha-ahh—! B-Ben…”
Damn, Ben was just messing around, he didn’t expect to hear something like that when he simply nipped at his partner’s ears. He finally found a sweet spot on Rook’s seemingly stone body. Such a sweet, delicate spot…that he was now going to abuse forever.
His tongue made long, cruel, fiery laps along the shell of Rook’s pointed ear and toyed with the other, stroking It in his soft fingertips. His fuzz was lightest here, and Ben felt the insane temperature rise—his burning ears traveled down and scorched up Rook’s entire body. He huffed in it, lapped his tongue inside and ever so gently bit into the alien cartilage. It was making Rook go crazy—he’s never heard such strained whines from his bigger partner. Every muscle in the alien’s body grew tense until he couldn’t tear away, his body was too overwhelmed and unable to process it all. He’s never been touched there by anyone else before, especially not like this—
And then Ben panted in it, hot, sloppy breath and all. “Mmh—You like that, Rook…?”
The alien’s mind was in a frenzy, face tight in his partner’s shoulder, digging teeth into his bottom lip, and gripping Ben’s waist for dear life. “Y-yea—Yes, Ben…I like that a lot…Nhg…!”
Ben grinned in satisfaction, diving back into his neck with aggressive smooches— before Rook swiftly pulled him down from the back of his knees. His ass landed flat back on the bed, and he blinked with the sudden surprise. Ben was all short again, and now he had to look up at the fired-up monster he created.
“Ben, I am ready.”
Ben gulped loud, “R-ready for…?”
“I wish to put my tongue inside you…Is that ok…?”
Not exactly the answer he expected, but this one… was at least less scary than his other thought. Ben let out the tense breath in the face that was creeping closer to him. The way Rook was breathing and eyeing him up like prey, he probably wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“…Sure, dude…Go ahead.”
Rook held the smaller face in his palm and tilted that head a little; so their lips could meet at just the right angle. He was still so slow and cautious, while Ben was eager and impatient. They spent a few moments like this—just short, normal kisses after Ben yanked the alien down on his mouth, peace that could turn into chaos at any minute. But Rook just loved this simple, easy game of short lip-locking, loving the loud “Chu” they made when they broke apart. Did he really need anything more than just peacefully sucking on Ben’s lips?
“…Mmhh…Rook...”
Their rhythm still retained its gentle passion even with the option to push further. Ben was putty in his partner’s hands holding his head, moaning against his lips after each breath. Rook ate up every gasp, every hum and moan of his own name as they kissed.
Then their teeth clanged, “Y-yes, Ben…? Mm-hh…is everything—”
“Haa—ah…I’m fine—”
And Ben took this chance to slip his tongue past the thin opening past his teeth, diving into his partner’s mouth. The feeling caught Rook so off guard, he froze, but he didn’t pull away. He quickly got past the uncomfortable feeling of the intruder—and focused more on its movements. His tongue jabbed at him, still and unwavering, barging into his home unannounced and touched everything—licking all over Rook’s teeth in this friendly visit. Ben ventured through his entire cavern, and then continued to bother the bigger tongue, nudging and glossing all over him. It seemed to want nothing more than a playful chase, a friendly pursuit with the two mouths joined as their playground; but what were the rules? What do you do when you get caught?
Rook learned quickly that there are no rules. You hunt down the other tongue, playing with it until it surrendered, and then the chase started all over again. The human was eager to show his side, warm and soaked as their tongues tussled right there. Rook was a lot bigger, wider, sloppily using his advantages to suck on his partner’s tongue. They danced a messy dance with no clear directions, wrapping and pulling at the other in a passionate battle. He couldn’t believe how soft Ben’s was, so pliable and squishy, easy to wrap into submission. While the texture of his own was messing with the human’s mind. Ben was sure Rook’s muscle was rough and jagged like a cat’s, but then it suddenly went smooth with a lap of his tongue. A fun game to play—but not so fun when you’re almost out of air.
Ben tore away with heavy breaths—his partner following his lips with puppy dog eyes. They were both breathless off a new high that easily had them addicted. After a few seconds, Rook wanted Ben once more, he needed his next hit. The alien was eagerly lapping up against his partner’s cheek, patiently waiting for him to fill those smaller lungs and piece together his hazy thoughts—when did this all get so hot and heavy all of a sudden?
“Haa…D-dude…Why does…mm…Your tongue feel like sandpaper…A-and then it’s super…Normal…?”
Rook grew a little smile; happy to explain any anatomy differences to his human. “We can manipulate our taste buds for grooming purposes…Do human’s tongues just stay so smooth all the time…?” Playfully chomping into the soft cheek.
“Freaky cool…”
How the alien relished the sound of Ben’s voice, softly moaning his name on his lips—a plea Rook couldn’t answer correctly to no matter how hard he tried. So, Rook decided to send his own little responses, answering his partner with his own name in a groan; continuing to send messages through their joined mouths in their own language of hums. Rook read the human’s body language like an open book; feeling those hips sway against him, writhing uncontrollably in his grip as he ate him up. Ben’s waist moved in its own languid rhythm, restless and unruly in that hold, begging for something more. But Rook still wasn’t certain what to do next—he knew what Ben wanted—what he needed; But a few more lesions would help greatly.
“W-what do I do now, Ben…?"
He threw his head back in a gasp, letting Rook work into his neck and practice his new skills along the carotid—burning a trail into his sensitive skin. Ben’s heart pounded in the heated moment, gripping the thin wrists of the hands that gripped his sides like he was going somewhere—and they didn’t want Ben to leave.
“Haa—T-touch me, Rook…J-mnn-ng…Just—”
A lap at the dangling flesh of his ear, “Show me.”
But his expression grew difficult to read. The human’s face painted so many different feelings—all once; so the plumber must rely on his own sense of judgement. Rook was sitting up, but Ben was pushed on top of him, trembling and gripping his shoulder. He used one hand to guide the alien slowly past the hem of his sweater, winding up the clothing more and more with every step. Rook paid close attention to it all, his partner’s quivering eyebrows, and how that tantalizing skin revealed itself—slowly but surely. Ben took Rook’s hand on a ride up his sternum, touring that heart pounding a beautifully quick Rhythm against his palm. He’s seen his partner shirtless countless times; but to touch his bare body was something else. He doesn’t dare move on his own, either; letting Ben show him his most comfortable and vulnerable places at his own pace.
Human’s skin was so soft and delicate, so pliable, and warm—Rook could just bite his sides and stomach all over. His rough palms melted on that pale, innocent skin; Ben traced every inch of his gorgeous body and let Rook watch in amazement. He stopped up high at the left side of his chest and made the alien squeeze him there gently, accidentally spilling out a heavenly moan.
“Haa-ahh…mngg…l-like this…”
Ben’s bust was soft and pudgy—unlike Rook’s harder pecs with tight, toned muscles. He’d imagine a human female’s breast would have more to grab and more volume, but this seemed like his body’s peak sensitive zone. And it was so cute. Smooth and warm like delicate dough in his hands; so supple—he just wanted to take a little bite and eat him up. Rook could tell the toll this unusual sensation was doing on his partner, just gliding his free hand up that other burning side made Ben’s moans hitch in his throat.
The hoodie was ripped off in seconds. Quickly thrown overhead and out of the way, Ben’s body was now free to expel some of the heat that was cooking him alive. Even left in his much thinner t-shirt—everything was still so hot and heavy—but Rook was making quick work of the clothing he had left. He wanted everything off—they both did, but Rook needed to know how far they were going to take this. They were so unprepared, carried away in their little makeout session, the middle of the afternoon in Ben’s room. Ben took his chance as soon as his mother had stepped out for some errands, but he had no idea they’d go this far. He didn’t expect Rook to smell and taste so good, for his touch to numb up his nerves and make his hips grind like a wild dog.
It was harder for Rook to just let go and get lost in the moment. A million thoughts ran through his brain every second—and they were all about Ben. ‘Is Ben ok? Does he like when I touch him here—or When I kiss him there? Does that mean he feels good…?’ Jotting down little notes at the reassuring hums when he tested each question. How tiny his waist was, the alien easily able to wrap his full hands around him, thumb touching thumb with breathing room to spare.
Another thing Rook learned about this vigorous human sport, was the insatiable need to dominate the other. Ben’s aggressiveness grew subtly, constantly pushing at him, shoving his tongue in deeper, trying to topple over the bigger alien with the high ground. Anything to conquer his partner, tying in this assertive strategy as their movements flowed. Ben was trying so hard, raising the heat with his own exasperated body, trying desperately to defeat him—and as much as Rook wanted to let himself submit to his adorable partner…
Rook started to kiss back harder, sweeping under Ben’s arse and pushing him down into the mattress. He hit the bed with a soft creek and a bounce of the springs, and Rook greedily devoured a breathy moan from Ben all too quick. He wouldn’t allow a single moment of rest between their lips, drawing on a long and grueling battle against that little tongue, acing with fatigue. Lapping up the sweet spoils of a long victory, Rook’s fingertips danced on that plush skin. He could hold Ben from front to back with one hand like he was a large doll, gentle with his thumb as his claw pricked naked flesh.
Ben’s been in this exact position with so many girls before, (According to him) but he couldn’t believe how it really felt to be on the other end—touched and groped like he was a girl. That hand scanning up his side tied his gut up in knots, skin contorting with every move. Rook set Ben’s nerves up in flames, muscles quaking at just the thought of his hot and heavy touch on his body, leaving him whimpering into his partner’s mouth. It was a little fear mixed in with the sensory panic, breaking down his guard to trust someone else to touch his most sensitive places.
Touching was not one of Ben’s strong suits. Touching other girls was just fine, ok, but having someone else feel him up…It was different. He hated when he made out with Julie—everything going fine until she snuck her hand up his shirt and he froze. Every time they tried, and his muscles would just tense up under her soft fingers; but he couldn’t explain why, so the poor girl was left to blame herself. It was the vulnerable feeling it gave the hero, his brain invulnerably locking up his body as a defensive maneuver.
Rook didn’t have to read any files to know this. He could tell that even when Ben guided his hands against his body, there was so much reluctance and hesitation he tried to hide—which is why he couldn’t tell if Ben liked it or didn’t. Touching the human now with his own free will was even worse, feeling the muscles beneath him quake; and Ben trying his hardest to relax and get used to it.
If Rook weren’t kissing him to near insanity, he’d tell his partner how beautiful every inch of his body was. The vivid muscles of his human anatomy, how he could feel the ribs at the thinnest of his ribcage, to his perfect, pudgy stomach due to his constant diet of ‘Earth’s finest delicacies’ (America’s fried food.) And how grateful he was for Ben to put so much trust into him, delicate with each and every gorgeous scar from a fight or deep burn from a blaster; that even the Plumber’s technology could not fully erase. The advanced machinery took care of his battered body after missions more times than Rook could count. It left the wounds thin and nearly invisible, but they were still there and felt clear as day. Rook traced every dip and curve of his partner as he drowned in thought. Some of these were way before they became partners, some weren’t. When his fingers ran over something it was a constant reminder of not just Ben’s recklessness, but Rook’s own failure to protect his partner. Being thrown through solid buildings and running through hails gunshots to save lives—every story was all there on his body for them to remember.
Why did a human’s body have to be so fragile and easy to break?
When Rook felt digging deep in his forearm and curved that back off the sheets, he took a firm hold of those luscious hips to jerk him back into his pelvis. That sting was meant to tell him he couldn’t take anymore of this--of Rook’s tongue down his throat, killing a new braincell every second. He was going dumb—and his body’s constant plea for oxygen was going unheard.
Rook decided to give, but not before one final game. It wasn’t really a chase since Ben could no longer keep up, catching him and lapping the fearful muscle into a final surrender. Still, satisfied with his victory, the alien finally withdraws with a fit of breathless pants from them both. Ben was free but their tongues still touched, simply too tired to move their numbness and let their saliva mix into one on Ben’s own tongue.
Rook was heavy and exasperated in his little neck, “I like the way you taste, Ben…Mm…”
The human’s brain was so doped up, Ben couldn’t remember how to think. There was only one thing he knew how to do like it was primal instinct. He knew how to grind his hips against his partner—and needed his pants off—now. His partner understood him like no other, holding his hips up against his pelvis to help the human boil over. He helped Ben grind into him deep, keeping his arse in the air while the smaller desperately swayed his waist.
“R-Rook—ngg…!” Ben threw his head back at that gratifying feeling of much needed friction, then alien pushing him down just a bit so they could massage their arousals together directly. Rook hissed as they rolled into each other like animals—he didn’t really understand what this human practice was, but now he knew why Ben was so desperate to grind against him—it felt insane.
Their teeth clanged hard as they kissed again (horrible attempts, but not total fails) pecking over and over until they gave up, settling to rest on each other’s foreheads and pant heavy on their lips. They were just too preoccupied with the fervent humping and moving , bodies in too much of a frenzy to concentrate.
Rook dug his hands into Ben’s side as they shared a look that said It all.
“Ben…Nn—”
“R-Rook…Haa…!”
It was safe to at least assume by the way it felt—both of them had vaguely similar packages. And both these young men could get hard. Really hard. Even through Rook’s sweats he could feel their cocks massaging, slipping off as he tried to ride directly up the shaft he grinded on. A pit in his stomach burned—Rook was big. He felt thick, which was a surprise to Ben because almost nothing was visible through his tight suit—his crotch looked so smooth—he thought Rook had a…Well, Ben couldn’t think of what it could be, but he didn’t think it was actually a dick. And Ben felt so small against him, tiny hips with a tiny waist moving desperately—wanting to be the boss.
They went at it again, losing themselves on each other’s lips, completely drunk on the other’s delicious taste. Each and every tastebud was well acquainted by now—but never sick of one another. It was loud and breathy—and Rook kept lapping up Ben’s supple bottom lip. They moaned as they grind, with hums vibrating though their mouths; having to set a more controlled and languid pace so their lips could keep up. Rook’s pelvis was snug in between the legs wrapped around him, both lost and following the rhythm of this primitive pleasure; that all just felt so good.
Too Good—Rook was losing his sanity. His hands gripping his partner tight as he dug into him, fervent and heavy into the smaller arousal. He was near uncontrollable, accidentally slipping out his own tongue. The alien just wanted more, more of his human, of his delicious scent, his hot, raw skin, his taste, the feeling of that manhood loving against his own, more—anything—as long as it was Ben.
The boy tried to make sense of the words spilling hot against his delicate neck mixed with nips of teeth as best he could—whatever it was, it sounded violent coming from Rook like this; frantic and panted into his defenseless flesh.
“Great Nte’qe…Mm-nng—B-Ben…I wish to…Nn-So d-deep inside your little lae’kbak—Ben…Haa…U-until you can no longer think—Nghh—!”
Should he be worried?
Pretty soon, they were going numb to the feeling, needing something more intense to satisfy the fire between their groins. Rook could read Ben’s mind like an open book—starting to fumble with the fabric along his body. They lost that passionate rhythm again and became exited once more, frantic movements as Rook tried to peel those brown cargo pants off Ben’s hips without tearing them apart. And Ben wouldn’t've cared—he wanted him to—it would’ve been a lot faster like that. (Because he has enough pairs to spare) In his desperate haste, the hero fumbled with the buttons like he couldn’t remember how to undo them, then settling with the less effective manner of helping his partner pull them down still buttoned. And still tight. Why were they suddenly so damn tight!?
After a long struggle, his pants finally started to slip down, easily slipping against his boxers in short stopping bursts before—
Remember; when you’re inviting your alien boyfriend over your parent’s house for a make out session, always make sure your bedroom door is locked.
Good thing Ben did remember.
Her voice was so loud, lively, and all too familiar, “Oh—B-boys! I came back soon so I could get you some of that Burger-Shack you two love so much…!”
The steady knock froze the two dead place. Then the passive aggressive jingle of a mother on her son’s locked doorknob sent Ben scrambling to the floor with a painful thump.
“Y-yea—! W-wait—mom, i'll open it…!”
Rook simply just sat back and watched his partner scramble on his back with his pants—an aggressive struggle to get them up past a presentable point—they didn’t wanna come off, and now they won’t slip back on. Ben tussled and rolled around, staggering to his feet, only to slip on a sock on his way to the door. Miss. Tennyson gave an innocent, dotting smile at Rook through the long crack of the door, fighting her son on the opposite side with equal push force. He returned the kind gesture with a wave—so she gave in and let the door slam shut, and swiftly Ben fell with a greasy bag in his hands.
“…S-sorry—haha…” The hero beamed a nervous, toothy grin at his partner while scratching the back of his head and caught his breath. He doesn’t remember his mom being that strong. “I-is the moment over…?”
Ben was absolutely adorable—truly everything Rook could ask for. The alien stroked the fur of his neck, then taking hold of his shirt collar and tugged it, stretching it down his appetizing clavicle like it was a hot summer day. “No, not at all, Ben.”
But he saw Rook eyeing his form, studying it in such an unusual way—w-wait, he had no shirt on that whole time?!
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Ben slouched over with his shirt dangling around his neck, folding his knee over the bed with him. “Well…D-do you think she knows…?” He wasn’t trying to make it obvious he wanted to know what was in the bag, it’s just, all the…Sumo Slammers…they were just doing made him bit hungry.
Rook glared at his partner’s inconspicuous but familiar hand gesture In Front of him, a signal to pass the fries. “Well, I do not think she is stupid, Ben…And…What are these…” Rook rustled through the bag, only to pull out a small box with shiny plastic—definitely not small fries.
“large…Con-”
Rook blinked twice with wide eyes and empty fingers—a woosh so fast, you would’ve thought XLR8 snatched the box and shoved it in his nightstand before he was finished with the label.