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Dr. Nik Ashcroft looked at the two Avag sledge drivers waiting for him in front of the entrance to the station port. They opted not to come inside, probably because of the mountains of furs they were wearing – Nik assumed it could be quite difficult to extract yourself from under all that.
Soon, he’d be wearing similarly warm clothes himself. Not the furs, no – some more modern thermal fabric – but you couldn’t brave the winterscape of Avag without more than decent clothing and, where he was going, possibly even a face mask that would protect his eyes and warm the air some before it hit his lungs. Even this close to the planet’s equator, the temperatures were prohibitive, and Nik was traveling to the research station near the pole.
He entered the airlock and unpacked the clothes provided to him by the mining company his university had a deal with. Already shivering in the noticeably much colder air, he began undressing. He tried not to make eye contact with those few fellow travelers who entered the airlock with him, nor with the people waiting their turn both inside and outside – for some unfathomable reason, all the walls of the small room were transparent.
He undressed to his underwear, then saw he’d need to remove that, too, as there were replacement pieces provided in the package.
Jamal, his advisor, who’d been on Avag before, said to never disregard local advice and always follow instructions when they were provided.
Nik glanced around, and none of his companions seemed to be shy about letting everyone else see their bodies, so he closed his eyes and pulled off his t-shirt, then shucked his white boxers down.
When he opened his eyes, he looked right into the pitch-black eyes of the bigger of the two large Avag men the university had contracted on his behalf.
The sledge driver was staring right at him.
For a moment, the air stopped being as cold.
He quickly dressed in his new clothes, following the provided schematic. The underwear was a thick, smooth one-piece with no seams and a split in the crotch running a bit to the left, from his belly button in front to somewhere well above his crack in the back. The split was protected with a side flap, which closed neatly and almost with no recognizable joint and could – Nik assumed – be easily opened at any point without letting in too much cold air. Over that went another one-piece similarly constructed, except much thicker. Then there were heavy, pneumatically isolated, chemically heated boots, which then sealed to the suit, a similar headpiece, two pairs of a bit more maneuverable gloves – one inner, one outer – and finally an overcoat that worked more like a tent. It attached at crucial points to his suit underneath, creating something like a balloon of isolated, warmer air all around him. Walking in it without falling on his face would be a challenge, and in fast wind he’d probably turn into a human sail, but he couldn’t argue that he now felt quite hot inside it.
It was almost a relief when the airlock opened.
It wasn’t entirely a relief, because as soon as the cold hit his lungs, he started coughing.
The taller of the drivers strode to him quickly. Without a word, he pulled something black from under his furs and gestured with it towards Nik’s face.
Nik recognized the snowmask not unlike the pictures he’d seen when he’d been preparing back at home. The natives only wore them in extreme cold or during snowstorms, and putting one on now would probably mark Nik forever as an offworld wuss, but not being able to breathe was worse, so Nik nodded gratefully and pushed it to his face. It molded to his skin, easily sliding under the headpiece and somehow sealing to it. The world – until now dizzyingly, overwhelmingly white – tinged orange. Something unnervingly organic entered his nose to let the air in, but the penetration was shallow, so soon he should get used to the odd feeling.
The problem was, there was no opening for the mouth, so he wouldn’t be able to talk. Granted, he knew only a few words in Avag, but he wasn’t used to having a basic freedom like speech contained mechanically like this.
Reflexively, he inhaled and parted his lips to test if he could at least make sounds, even if muffled, but the mask didn’t let him. Instead, another oddly organic outgrowth detached from it and slipped deep into his mouth, effectively gagging him. He almost panicked at that, then realized he could swallow around its slippery, pliable shape, and when he sucked on it, air came in. Still, the soft seal around his lips felt complete. It wasn’t tight enough to pinch or be terribly uncomfortable, but it was overwhelmingly there, and overwhelmingly oppressive. His speech – the thing he took for granted and on which, as a scientist, he always heavily relied – had suddenly been stolen from him.
That would take some getting used to.
The sledge drivers had no such dilemmas. But then, they wouldn’t. In the environment where every breath of warm air was precious, they were used to silences and communicating with nothing but crude gestures. The taller one just pointed to a direction, checked that Nik was following, then started walking to what Nik assumed were the promised pair of vez-pulled sledges – a mode of transportation most reliable on Avag.
The drivers were Angul Haag Divaz and Cora Haag Crevez, who were related somehow, though Nik didn’t know the details. He also didn’t know which was which, and now, with the mask on, he probably wouldn’t find out anytime soon. Or maybe he would – according to local info, an average vea, plural vez, covered a distance of 150 kilometers per day, which would mean their trip should take about two and a half standard months. Since the nights on Avag were a dead, dreadful thing, they’d stop for rest in the shelters placed strategically along the sledgeroutes. While inside, Nik would be able to take the mask off, and maybe then he could exercise some of his questionable linguistic prowess and figure out at least his companions’ names.
He stared at the nearest driver’s back. It seemed so large. He knew some of that was because of the necessarily abundant clothes, but Avag men were typically made of heavy bones, bulging muscle, and a thick, hard, insulating fat. Their faces were round, their black, heavy-lidded eyes small and prepared to withstand the blinding light of the local sun reflected off the snow even without their customary dark crystal glasses. They lived either in large family groups ruled by women, or, if they haven’t found mates yet or preferred the company of other men, in bands of loosely related ‘brothers’. It was the members of those bands who sometimes worked for the offworlders. The family groups, on the other hand, usually owned mines, and only the selected matriarchs – guarded by their brothers, multiple mates, and sometimes sons – negotiated deals and had any contact with the offworld mining companies. Unlike on most other sidebelt planets, the intergalactic conglomerates had never gained a firm footing here, and, because of an accident of history and the harsh climate, they to this day had to rely on local workforce and expertise. Nik was grateful for that. Had Avag been under full corporate control, the chances that an unaffiliated scientist like him would be allowed to come here would’ve been slim to none.
They cut the corner of a street surrounded by flat, stone buildings which looked only marginally different from nature-made hills of snow, and Nik finally saw the animals on which his life would depend for the next few months. They were large. Once, Nik had seen black elephants in the nature enclosure on his home world, and vez were almost twice as tall. They looked sleeker, though, despite the very long, gray fur covering them from their triangular tail to their equally triangular snout.
There were four, harnessed in twos to two sledges the size of small houses. Nik slowed as they approached them – until the taller driver gestured for him to hurry. He didn’t lead Nik to the sledges, though, but to the front of the animals.
Nik only guessed it was their front because of the vez versus sledges arrangement, as their heads looked uncannily similar to their backsides. They had no ‘faces’ – no visible mouth, nostrils, or eyes; instead, everything was covered in fur as thick as a mattress.
The driver pulled Nik in front of him, and Nik almost faceplanted. When Nik tried to back away beyond what he approximated was an easy reach of the gray living mountains, the man put large, gloved hands on where Nik’s shoulders were under all the clothes, and pushed him even closer.
The triangle of fur which neared him seemed taller – and certainly more massive – than him. He didn’t exactly feel its breath – he was very well isolated from the outside air – but felt the warmth that suddenly enveloped him from head to feet.
He almost peed himself right then.
First introduction done, the Avag man dragged Nik to meet the next animal until all four had ‘sniffed’ him. Only then did they head for the sledges, and the man had to help Nik onto the half-steps, half-ladder – Nik’s knees felt like they’d stopped existing.
Nik expected they’d sit deep inside, where it should be warm and cozy, but no, the man gestured to the front. The structure dented there, into a sort of nest, with tall sides and an overhang roof. The driver swiftly came round Nik and sat there first. Then he pulled Nik on top of himself.
Had it not been for the mask gagging his mouth, Nik would’ve yelped.
He shifted on the man’s lap. Only now could he truly appreciate the difference in size between him – a scrawny academic – and this human male built for survival in an extreme climate. The guy’s chin lay on top of Nik’s head, for fuck’s sake! On one hand, he felt like he was drowning in the man’s furs; on the other, he could still feel the powerful muscles tensing and shifting underneath him despite the layers upon layers of clothing.
The man adjusted Nik like a doll, with arms that seemed thicker than Nik’s thighs. He settled Nik astride his legs, with his feet reaching for what Nik now saw were pedals made from some orange-tinged – everything was orange-tinged because of the crystal lenses of the mask – smooth, hard material.
There were no trees on Avag, and Jamal had said natives rarely used synthetics, so Nik suspected it was bone.
Come to think of it, what were those enormous sledges made of, anyway?
“Run soon,” said the man in a roundly accented common, his voice muffled by Nik’s protective headpiece. “Share warmth, yes?”
Nik couldn’t answer, so he nodded.
He hoped that the gesture in their culture was either the same or at least understandable.
He didn’t exactly know what the guy had in mind.
The man shifted under him again, and suddenly, the amount of furs between their bodies thinned, then Nik’s overcoat opened in the back like an oyster – Nik didn’t know it could do that! Their bodies flushed together, and there were still many layers between them, but the unexpectedness of the feeling raised Nik’s pulse and flooded him with heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the body underneath.
He squirmed. He wanted to ask what the guy thought he was doing.
Well, logically speaking, he knew what, now that he belatedly connected the expression with what he’d learned about Avag culture. The practice of ‘henaag’ – ‘sharing warmth’ between unrelated non-enemies – was common across all the male bands; Nik just hadn’t expected to encounter it so soon. In fact, he thought he’d be excluded and wouldn’t have to worry about it. That was what usually happened with offworlders, anyway. If not enemies, they were considered at least unwelcome. Henaag was performed casually, sometimes even with people you didn’t necessarily like, but almost no one wanted to touch a loathsome corpo man.
Was this happening because Nik wasn’t one?
Would the guy go all the way?
Surely not.
Certainly, this couldn’t be the real deal.
Because to say that the Avag way of ‘sharing warmth’ tended to not exactly be platonic would be one hell of an understatement.
At least, that was what Nik had read.
He hadn’t been bold enough to ask Jamal if the men had done it himself, and now he really regretted that.
He’d read you had to be careful while rejecting henaag, or you may accidentally mortally offend someone.
Nik would have to spend almost three months with these men!
The driver shifted under him again, and now the split at Nik’s crotch opened up – it turned out it went much higher in the back than the schematics Nik perused as he’d been dressing had suggested. One more shift, and his entire back and ass met naked skin – smooth and hot like a furnace.
Nik’s attempt at a squeal could actually be heard through the mask.
“No?” asked the driver.
His fat, soft cock nested in the crack of Nik’s ass and under his balls like a vigilant bird – dozing now but at any moment ready to take flight.
Nik reflexively clenched his buttocks around it, and it twitched.
He swallowed around the gag.
If he was being entirely honest with himself, he wasn’t feeling like a ‘no’.
Damn, but the powerful body pressed against him felt fine.
Not sure if he should nod or shake his head to consent, he instead tried relaxing against the man’s chest and thighs. He let his legs fall wider. He welcomed the harder press of the cock against his most delicate flesh.
The man squeezed him lightly, then pulled on the edges of their parted clothes – somehow not even one wisp of freezing air got inside when the man had been manipulating them – and expertly wrapped them together. Nik’s coat ended up more inside while the man’s furs went on top. One by one, the man pulled a set of small hooks out of the raised walls and crisscrossed them on top of their bodies, using them to secure the sides of his massive fur coat.
Nik felt like he was trapped in a too warm cocoon of clothes and flesh.
Somehow, the man wormed his massive arms inside the coat – his gloves were part of the sleeves and thus stayed out, cleverly sealing what otherwise would’ve been a terrible heat sink. He wrapped himself tightly around Nik’s body. “We run,” he said.
Nik felt thick thighs tense under his. The pedals in front moved, pressed by large, fur-covered feet. Then the gigantic animals before them stirred the way a mountain stirs.
The sledge jerked.
The white scenery around their cozy world shifted, moved, then blurred.
The acceleration pressed Nik’s body deeper into the man’s.
His cock filled.
Shame flushed his cheeks.
Wait.
He needn’t be ashamed about this.
Right?
This was the done thing here.
Or – Nik…hoped it was?
The source material wasn’t exactly clear on the protocol.
Was he supposed to do something? He hoped not. Sitting atop a naked man with your bare ass was one thing, but—
A large hand sneaked to his groin. It was soft and warm.
It just…lay there.
Nik squirmed.
And nothing happened!
The thighs under him tensed again, this time out of rhythm, and the sledge turned to the right, rounding the last buildings of the spaceport city. They didn’t slow down, but the other sledge soon started passing by to take the lead.
Only then Nik truly saw the vez run.
They didn’t have four legs but six. There was so much fur hanging off their bellies that before this moment Nik didn’t connect the facts he supposedly knew with reality. These creatures weren’t fat, slow giants. They were sleek and fast long-distance runners – who just happened to be covered in what looked like twice their weight in fur. When they ran, they almost flew. Each of their six legs only touched the snow for a blink, which meant they could quite easily cross uncertain terrain that would normally collapse under their massive bulk. The sledge Nik and the Avag man rode in was also much lighter than it looked. The sources weren’t clear on what exactly they were made of, but it had to be some natural material that wasn’t wood – trees didn’t grow here.
Nik realized he tensed from all that awe when the man’s hot palm pressed on his cock. It didn’t do much more – just pressed down, then relaxed; pressed down, then relaxed.
Nik’s cock fully hardened.
He still had his arms out of the cozy warmth of their mutual prison, and he wasn’t sure how to go about changing that. He wasn’t familiar enough with the clothes – he’d probably fuck something up, and then where would they be? Besides, the man had tucked Nik’s arms under his furs, which he then bound with the hooked ropes. As a result, Nik could move his hands some, but not much.
Though he could probably reach where his crotch was and help the man’s hand press harder.
Was that allowed?
He probably shouldn’t risk doing stuff he wasn’t sure of. That left him at the mercy of an arousing but frustratingly lazy stimulation. There was a rhythm to the slow movements, but Nik had to focus and look for it. He wasn’t used to men touching his cock other than fast and for an explicit purpose – to either make or keep him hard, or to make him cum after all else was said and done – and the habitual, instinctual part of him couldn’t comprehend this almost absent-minded slowness. Like the guy touched him just to feel the contours of Nik’s shape under his hand. Like there was no urgency, no hurry, no nothing.
Like they had all the time in the world.
Well, their journey had just started, so they still had at least this entire day.
If Nik came in that small, pleasantly warm space, it would quickly become very uncomfortable for both of them.
Fuck.
He tried to relax. At first, the anxiety and excitement of the new, unfamiliar situation and place got to him, but the minutes were passing, one by one, and the surrounding scenery was the same orange-tinged white. He was warm, comfortable – for a given definition of comfortable – and the man whose lower body Nik was unexpectedly and very explicitly experiencing wasn’t doing to him anything Nik didn’t want. The tips of the man’s big, strong fingers leisurely caressed Nik’s balls. The middle of his palm moved minutely up and down. From time to time, his now semi-hard cock jumped – as if to remind Nik that, while it was still there, it wasn’t really a danger.
Nik hadn’t packed any lube. Relationships – and sex – had always been a secondary concern to him after work, so the idea that he might need any hadn’t even crossed his mind. And while he’d researched the local practices some, his interest in the sexual sphere had been limited only to the things he’d thought might pertain to him – like henaag. Even then, he’d supposed, the sex would concern him only theoretically and mostly in passing. He didn’t know how the actual deed was done here, to say nothing of what the cultural significance of each activity was. If he let a man into his ass, would he forever be branded as a ‘bitch’ like in some other primitive cultures? And if so, would he be this man’s bitch, or would it be a communal thing? Would that other man also want it from him? What if they met someone on the way – what then? Henaag was done between non-enemies, but did it always include a cock up a man’s hole or not? And how was it decided whose hole it would be, and whose cock?
He shifted in the man’s lap, and the thick cock under him thickened even more and twitched up.
Well, the way things were going, it seemed like he was the only one with that dilemma.
It would be his hole, all right.
Nik hadn’t had anal sex for a while.
He didn’t recall ever having anal sex that involved something so large.
No matter. He’d cross that bridge when they got to it.
For now, it was only that slow-moving hand. And it felt nice. With each minute, Nik appreciated it more and more. He’d never experienced something so undemanding and relaxed. It led nowhere, but he was comfortable and warm. The skin-to-skin, prolonged closeness was not something he experienced often. Sex always had a purpose for him. He didn’t do relationships, and he’d considered just being with a person, physically – cuddling or whatever – not an activity he was particularly fond of.
Had he been mistaken? Or was he enjoying this because there still was a sexual component to it, something he was familiar with, no matter how frustratingly mild? Besides, this wasn’t true ‘closeness’ – it couldn’t be.
For fuck’s sake, he didn’t even know this man’s name!
Maybe that was it. Maybe he was fine with this precisely because it was emotionally meaningless.
The mask tightened uncomfortably on his face as he frowned. Having a revelation that he was emotionally unavailable in the middle of nowhere – and while he had his bare ass firmly planted in a stranger’s lap – was a wild thing. And the man kept rubbing Nik’s cock; he kept rubbing and rubbing. No matter how much Nik wanted to be upset, that leisurely yet unrelenting feeling interrupted his musings.
It felt good.
Nik forcibly shut his brain up by focusing on the sensation.
Soon, he couldn’t help but move into the hand. Minutely – their abundant clothes and the bindings didn’t allow him more. Still, it was enough, and the man seemed to press harder the more Nik pressed back. It became a mutual rhythm. Up – and the man’s hand slid lower, hugging Nik’s balls and pushing low on his shaft with the heel of his palm. Down – and it slid up, over Nik’s entire length, until Nik reached the soft dip of the palm with his wet tip. Then he again pushed into it. Then again, and again.
Soon, his entire body was thrumming with excited blood. He felt heavy. He was hot.
He knew he was nearing a line he shouldn’t cross.
He couldn’t stop.
He whined deep in his throat to warn the man, forgetting his mask would swallow the sound. He humped that hand harder and faster. Which was easy. The man didn’t do anything to discourage him. He didn’t change the rhythm or tighten his almost non-existent grip on his own, but he let Nik do whatever Nik wanted, within the little capacity that Nik had. He didn’t encourage, but he also didn’t retreat.
In a weird, incomprehensible way, Nik felt powerful riding the man’s lap and hand. There was no shame in it, and no demands. Nik felt a strange certainty that if he wanted to stop, the man would let him stop, and if he wanted to fuck his hand harder, he’d also let Nik do that. Maybe he wouldn’t grip Nik like Nik’s hungry cock insisted was what it absolutely needed, but he’d enjoy Nik taking pleasure from each frantic slide.
Because the man did enjoy it – Nik was sure of that, too. His ridiculously large cock was fully hard now, and every shift of Nik’s hips caused it to slide thickly between Nik’s buttocks. On the shifts down, its shaft directly teased Nik’s hole and balls.
The sensation was absolutely delicious, and Nik tried to get as much of it as he could without messing up their cozy nest of fabric and furs. He couldn’t move his hips far enough to reach the tip, but he rode as much of that long cock as he could.
There was no shyness in him now, no doubts. He was shamelessly and selfishly using both their isolation and their unexpected togetherness to his advantage, and he felt there was nothing wrong with that. This man was letting him! This was what was done here, what was expected, what was good.
Nik lost himself in the feeling. He’d been hard for the longest time now, and it was getting so stuffy both between their bodies and in his mask that a part of Nik wanted cooler. The outside world, with its brilliantly white coldness, felt unimaginable and impossibly far away. Nik was confined within a nest of heat and sweat, of flesh and warm, orange light. It was all an illusion, he knew – a potentially deadly fantasy made of furs, orange crystals, and human ingenuity – but it was so easy to sink into it. To sink into this man, someone Nik didn’t even know the name of. To writhe against him, chasing after a sprawling, languid, deep completion which promised to swallow him whole.
Nik forgot about his earlier worries about how uncomfortable and awkward it would be to sit covered in a pool of his own cum. He closed his eyes against the unchanging, flat stretches of unreal-seeming snowland and plunged further into the muscle-melting, toasty feeling. His hips pulsed rhythmically – up, then down; up, then down – while the blissful ache in the pit of his stomach amassed. His cock felt indefinite, like it was merging, melting into the heat. From time to time, when his glans caught just right on the man’s skin, a different sensation flashed there, then blazed in, brilliant like polished ice.
Each time that happened, Nik almost reached the peak.
When the culmination came, though, it wasn’t sudden. The feeling didn’t hit him – it swelled and spilled. Bliss fluttered within his whole body; it pulsed in every single nerve ending. Not only in his cock – in his toes and fingertips. The muscles in his belly were clenching so hard they ached.
When he was mostly done trembling, and only an occasional jolt of pleasure wrecked through his entire being, the man gathered the cum off Nik’s oversensitive groin and shifted their positions enough to slip that cum-covered hand lower.
Nik felt a thick finger enter him and moaned. His muscles were loose and welcoming, and that finger was gentle; it waited for Nik’s acceptance before venturing any deeper.
Nik took it eagerly. Doubts plagued him no more. He wanted that large cock; he wanted it with a need astonishing in its intensity. He wanted to stretch for it, to feel it push in and settle as deep as it could. Just from that one finger, he could tell the sensation was going to be unbelievably hot. Usually, Nik liked anal sex fine, but he could do it any other way that had potential to achieve the same result of him blowing his load – he’d never felt a desire for penetration this strong before. The current situation was doubly odd because he’d already cum. The purpose of a sexual encounter had already been achieved – he should be done, shouldn’t he?
He didn’t feel ‘done’ at all. In front of him, there was a whole other dimension of possible sensations, a whole other plane of being. He was warm and relaxed, true, and he was a bit sleepy, but that didn’t stop him from wanting. His cock had softened, but his hole was heating.
He relaxed further for the second finger, then slumped down and pushed for the third.
Because of the angle, those fingers weren’t entering very deep. They worked his rim, though, worked it slowly and expertly. Nik, who was used to prep that was expedient and pragmatic, got lost in it like in some sort of meditative state. The fingering – it was an experience in itself. The gentle pressure the wrist applied to his balls and perineum; the shifting, straightening and curving of the individual fingers; the submissive but weirdly active way his body adjusted – it felt so new, so natural, so right.
It was and wasn’t sex at the same time.
When the man shifted him up, it became sex again. But even that was measured. The man’s slippery, hot tip rested against him, and only when Nik pushed and consciously let it in did it breach.
The sensation was like nothing else Nik had ever felt. Gentle – yet strong. Kind and cruel both. It entered, then sank, sank, sank. The gravity and the man’s minute shifts coaxed Nik’s body into accepting. He realized that the sledge, as heavy and seemingly stable as it seemed, was shaking and vibrating, because he could feel it, through that cock and within.
All that helped him settle. If he’d been less fucked-out and loose, and if he could think about more than pleasure, he wouldn’t have believed the ease with which his unaccustomed ass took something so freakingly huge. As it was, he moaned into his mask – no longer even minding the invasive gag – and pressed down, trying to take even more.
The additional, unbelievable fullness made him shiver and his spent cock jump.
He wasn’t yet fully aroused, but it all felt so damn nice.
He sighed, then shifted his ass again.
The man’s hips reflexively thrust up.
Nik figured out it wasn’t on purpose because the man squeezed his torso lightly within both of his massive arms, as if to both reassure Nik and calm him.
Nik frowned.
Wasn’t fucking him what the man wanted?
He tried to shift on that cock again and got the same reaction.
Not fucking, then.
But he was inside Nik. What was there except fucking?
Just sitting on it, as it seemed; sitting and enjoying the girth and the heat of another person’s body. Nik’s arousal simmered down, but it didn’t leave. The slight, involuntary shifts and twitches, and the vibrations of the sledges stoked it incessantly. Nik couldn’t help but squeeze on that cock, too. That made his connection to this perfect stranger seem even more intimate.
For the first time in his life, he’d actually got the time and the clarity of mind to contemplate the existence of a man’s cock inside him, and, as his muscles were greedily mapping it, he realized that yes, he did like anal.
In fact, he liked it very much.
A part of him was imagining that cock moving harshly – maybe bouncing Nik on a barrage of merciless thrusts; maybe bending Nik over and shoving into him from behind. Another part wanted a more gentle approach. Nik could slowly ride the man, admiring the pale, powerful body under him while struggling to take that girth and length to the root. And maybe, when he’d not want control anymore, the man would grip Nik’s buttocks in his large hands, then drive him on; maybe he’d be as gentle and careful doing so as he was now. He’d explore Nik’s hole deeper and harder than Nik would’ve done it himself, but he’d do it with respect and watching Nik’s every reaction.
That first idea of a wild savage appealed to Nik’s libido – especially while he was being so teased – but it was the attentive care Nik really wanted. He’d had his share of chance lovers who’d just wanted to fuck him. None with a physique as impressive and the demeanor as naturally dominant as this man, but Nik could be a bit awkward in bed, which for some reason often came off as submissive, and many took that at face value. He’d learned to assert himself more over the years, and it helped when he started being more pragmatic about his choice of lovers and upfront about what exactly he wanted, but that had another tradeoff: sex turned into almost transactional encounters. Both he and his partner-of-the-evening got exactly what they wanted, but there was no thrill to it, no fun and games, and no closeness.
He’d told himself the last didn’t bother him, but it absolutely did. Why, while it was so deliberately reciprocal, that kind of sex always seemed so one-sided? There was an emptiness to it that maybe caused Nik to not seek it all that often. Because – why should he bother with all that perfunctory socializing when virtually the same end result could be achieved with a hand or a toy?
No toy could mimic what he was now experiencing – mostly because it wasn’t exactly sex as Nik knew it. The intimate vulnerability of having another person inside you like that was undeniable, and, if Nik was honest with himself, also emotionally uncomfortable, to the point of being almost painful. True, it was physically uncomfortable, too – something that big claiming spaces so freshly opened – and maybe there was even a twinge or two of pain, but that part was exciting; that was hot. It was the non-physical discomfort that mattered. And sitting still let Nik dwell on it, which was, surprisingly, leading to acceptance.
Nik had taught himself not to value intimacy – that didn’t mean he didn’t crave it. But, perhaps – just maybe – craving it was okay.
And wasn’t this the perfect way to have such a revelation? He was safe with this man, this stranger. He didn’t mean physical safety – although, even with their glaring difference in size and strength, not for a moment did Nik feel physically threatened, so there was also that. Nik didn’t know this man; they couldn’t even talk. And once this journey ended, they’d go their separate ways. Yet this was different from all those hookups when all the social rules and rituals had been observed, when he’d tried to pretend he cared to know the men he’d been about to fuck, and they had pretended back.
The pretending – something had always been lost in that. Not only did it unnecessarily complicate a straightforward thing, but it also shifted the line of what was true. Where did the pretending end? You pretended the guy’s snippy comments weren’t annoying – then you pretended you liked the way he was touching you. You moaned on command and moved in ways you hoped were sexy. You came in the end – and that was what was supposed to make it all good.
That was what was supposed to make all that awkwardness and the trouble worth it.
Was it, though?
This man couldn’t even see Nik’s body. He’d gotten an eyeful when Nik was changing in the airlock, there was that, but in the end Nik’s appearance or performance didn’t seem to matter. They were stuck close together by chance, in this vast, terrifyingly cold land, and the man had only asked if Nik wanted warmth. That was what henaag was – sharing warmth with men you didn’t especially hate. Nik could be anyone, and this man would’ve shown him the same courtesy and care. If this were some other Avag man, surely he, too, would wordlessly ask Nik for permission to enter his hole. He’d contentedly enjoy the heat of Nik sitting on him. And maybe, when Nik started squirming too much, he’d reach for Nik’s cock again.
As this man was doing now.
In the sweltering warmth of their clothes nest, Nik’s cum didn’t yet dry, and Nik’s cock, hard again, was generous in providing even more lubrication. The man’s fingers were deliciously slippery. They were no longer passive. They stroked Nik from balls to tip.
Nik tried to move on the cock in turn, to reciprocate even a little bit, but a gentle squeeze stopped him again – this seemed to only be about him. This made Nik feel strangely embarrassed, like there was a job Nik was supposed to be doing, which he wasn’t doing, but that was okay. The only thing he had to do was just sit there, enjoying himself. Just relax, feel the pleasure, and clench on that huge cock.
The handjob wasn’t as languid as before. It was still gentle and slow, but the man’s fingers, surprisingly dexterous for their size, no longer just pressed and rubbed the underside. The man wrapped them around Nik’s cock and used his thumb to trace maddening circles into Nik’s wet, sensitive glans.
That made Nik squirm more, which in turn made the man squeeze him tighter.
Nik couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his own chest, but he could feel it – the fast, aching ta-thumps under his sternum. The man’s other arm circled right under there, incredibly confining but also somehow safe. From time to time, the man’s thighs tensed under Nik’s ass – Nik almost couldn’t comprehend that the man was still driving the sledge while having Nik in that way.
If Nik’s cock had been hard for so long, buried in someone’s tight hole, he doubted he could’ve seen straight, let alone paid attention to the road and controlled two massive animals.
That should’ve probably worried Nik, except, strangely, it didn’t. Clearly, this man knew what he was doing. Nik didn’t know him one bit, but he trusted him. Nik, himself, could simply close his eyes and relax into what he was feeling.
He was feeling a lot. The pleasure was much quicker to gather now, and it was more acute. The thick presence in his hole, while mostly immobile, couldn’t be ignored. The sole fact that it was there was psychologically arousing – a forbidden thing, an intensely sexual penetration that wasn’t about fucking.
Nik clenched on it; he clenched desperately, and something in his chest thrilled when the man groaned.
The thumb on his tip rubbed faster and harder.
White pleasure shot through Nik, and he could no longer sit still.
He pushed his ass into the man’s hips, then he clenched his belly and straightened his thighs as much as he could while so neatly wrapped. The man didn’t stop him this time. He didn’t help much, but he let Nik ride his lap as Nik pleased.
Nik went to town. The pleasure turned harsh now that his body was no longer loose and passive. Nik didn’t mind. ‘Priorities, fucking priorities,’ he wanted to chant as the friction became too much. His hole was starting to burn, and normally he’d snap at a lover who forgot things as basic as lube – except he knew there was no additional lube to be had now. Nik needed to cum before moving became entirely unbearable. He’d make it; he knew he’d make it, but the frantic energy had seized him and refused to let go.
He took that cock with abandon. The man fondled his groin in tandem, somehow managing to match Nik’s forceful rhythm. Nik was breathing fast; he was sweating like a whore in heat. The Avag man under him didn’t – he’d have had completely dry skin if not for Nik’s excitement and offworld metabolism. The way the moisture glued their skin – did the man think it disgusting? Nik couldn’t tell.
Truth be told, right now he didn’t care at all.
The man must get something out of it anyway, because on the deepest thrusts both his hips and his cock twitched. He wasn’t thrusting back, but Nik felt the body under him become tense, as if with impatience or need.
Nik tried to quench it the best he could – both the man’s need and his own. He was writhing on top of him like a trapped fish. The man stroked him frantically in turn, like he, too, couldn’t wait for this to culminate. Like he, too, was finally desperate.
He still didn’t thrust back, though, which frustrated Nik. He wanted a hard pounding, he needed it, and he had to take it on his own. He did his best, but the leverage was not great, and he hardly had any space to move in. He grunted into his mask in exasperation. He even instinctively tried to free his hands.
That finally got a reaction.
The man let go of his cock and torso and, through the thick layers of clothes still covering Nick there, gripped Nik’s hips.
Nik stilled.
The man lifted Nik’s middle like Nik was a doll.
He snapped Nik to himself.
Nik felt that thrust in his bones.
He trembled.
He saw stars.
The man jerked Nik’s ass onto himself – again and again. He used Nik like a toy. His hips stayed immobile, but, because of the power in those arms and the size of that cock, it was still the most brutal fuck Nik had ever had.
Nik loved it. He loved it absolutely. He was already so close – and he was getting closer. Even the sudden lack of a hand on his cock couldn’t stop him. His whole body was thrumming with heat, like a volcano about to explode.
One harsh thrust, another, and here it came – the blinding bliss, which burned in every single of his nerve endings. He couldn’t even feel his ass clench and his cock twitch – the sensation was so overwhelming. He might’ve lost consciousness for a moment, or he might’ve occupied some other plane of existence.
The orgasm was so strong that when he came to, for a moment he couldn’t believe it had been real.
But no – he squirmed on the cock, which was now smaller and softer. There was a slippery wetness there, too, both inside and in front, which meant that they both had cum.
The breathing tubes in his nose felt weird as he scrunched it.
Sudden embarrassment tightened his chest.
Were they even through a third of the distance they were supposed to be traveling today?
Nik shifted again, feeling the mess.
The man’s cock was still inside him, too.
Should Nik do something about that, or should he just…let it stay?
The man must’ve felt him stiffen because he hugged Nik tight. “Don’t move,” he said – yelled? – into Nik’s ear. “I clean up.”
Frowning, and for some reason embarrassed to his very core, Nik suffered through the man running some sort of absorbent, foamy thing all over Nik’s groin and between their legs. Even while doing that, the man still made no moves to dislodge his softening penis out of Nik’s now pliant and weirdly welcoming asshole, so Nik, despite his sudden shyness, did nothing, too. The feeling of still having something there was uncomfortable, except again, the discomfort wasn’t physical. In fact, if Nik was honest with himself, the actual sensation was nice. Humiliating as fuck, but – yeah.
Especially once that cock started hardening again.
Nik couldn’t take another fuck so soon, so this time he was grateful when the man seemed to be content with having him just sit there. After a minute or two when nothing happened, Nik let himself relax. His heartbeat calmed, and his clammy skin dried and cooled. It was still pleasantly warm in their cocoon, but no longer steamy.
Nik felt sleepy.
When his head lolled to the side for the third time, the sledge driver squeezed him. “Sleep,” he said, barely loud enough to be heard through the headgear.
For a moment, Nik waited for him to pull his cock out, but the man didn’t.
And yeah – whatever, right?
Nik closed his eyes and let himself drift.