The benefits of inclement weather (4/?) Garrus/Wrex
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June 29 2014, 22:33:40 UTC
By now Wrex figured Vakarian would have fled to the far reaches of the base, probably laughing as he went. But the turian just looked him right in the eye and made that weird noise again, and then very deliberately pressed himself back harder against the krogan.
Wrex was aware his jaw was hanging open....there was no way, it must have been accidental. Then Vakarian arched his back and rubbed back against the krogan's erection in a way that was definitely not accidental.
“What are you doing, Garrus?” Wrex grunted at the admittedly delicious sensation. Turians might be ugly, presumptuous and arrogant....but friction was friction, and it had been far to long since he'd had a willing body. Against his better judgment, Wrex allowed himself to use one protuberant hip to pull the turian closer, settling the other across Vakarian's throat....just in case the whelp decided this was some kind of 'hilarious' turian prank.
Wrex tried to close his eyes and pretend Vakarian was just a really, really scrawny krogan. Unfortunately the suede skin and smooth plating made the illusion difficult to maintain, so did the way the turian's untranslated voice settled into his bones and made his quad ache.
“Stop...talking. Or ...whatever you're doing.” Wrex tightened his hand on Garrus' throat, he wasn't going to last if that damned multi-tonal vibrating didn't stop, and who knew when his next chance to get off would be. He wanted to enjoy this.
To Wrex's continued surprise Vakarian arched against his hold with a trill of what sounded like encouragement, apparently he was getting off on it as much as Wrex was. Kinky little bastard.
Figuring that, as little as he wanted to, it was only fair to reciprocate in some way (even if only to stop Vakarian from leaving before that ache in his quad was assuaged) and Wrex groped between the turian's weirdly jointed legs. There was nothing there.
Wrex was just going to give up when Garrus grabbed his hand and brought it back down, pressing his thick fingers into an almost unnoticeable slit in the smooth plating. It gave under pressure, and Wrex could feel a slick warmth beneath. It didn't feel....wait, was Vakarian female?
No...apparently not. A more familiar shape was emerging from the parted plates in a way that Wrex honestly thought was nauseating. At least the weight of it was familiar, even if it was weirdly slick in his fist.(and much smaller than himself, Wrex noted with smug pride) No balls that Wrex could feel, but given the turian species, he thought that made a lot of sense.
The turian bucked and hissed as Wrex stripped him with a rough palm. It must have been almost painful given how hard he was digging talons into Wrex's thighs.
In any other situation, Wrex would have just preferred to put the turian on his knees and give him a pounding his entire race would feel. But a small part of his brain that wasn't centered on his cock recognized that there wasn't enough medigel in the galaxy that would hide that from Shepard. Besides, he figured the spectre wouldn't have as much use for a sniper that couldn't walk. Instead he made do by repositioning himself so that his heavy cock curved up between Vakarian's thighs, taking advantage of the warm slick of the turian's sex.
Wrex was aware his jaw was hanging open....there was no way, it must have been accidental. Then Vakarian arched his back and rubbed back against the krogan's erection in a way that was definitely not accidental.
“What are you doing, Garrus?” Wrex grunted at the admittedly delicious sensation. Turians might be ugly, presumptuous and arrogant....but friction was friction, and it had been far to long since he'd had a willing body. Against his better judgment, Wrex allowed himself to use one protuberant hip to pull the turian closer, settling the other across Vakarian's throat....just in case the whelp decided this was some kind of 'hilarious' turian prank.
Wrex tried to close his eyes and pretend Vakarian was just a really, really scrawny krogan. Unfortunately the suede skin and smooth plating made the illusion difficult to maintain, so did the way the turian's untranslated voice settled into his bones and made his quad ache.
“Stop...talking. Or ...whatever you're doing.” Wrex tightened his hand on Garrus' throat, he wasn't going to last if that damned multi-tonal vibrating didn't stop, and who knew when his next chance to get off would be. He wanted to enjoy this.
To Wrex's continued surprise Vakarian arched against his hold with a trill of what sounded like encouragement, apparently he was getting off on it as much as Wrex was. Kinky little bastard.
Figuring that, as little as he wanted to, it was only fair to reciprocate in some way (even if only to stop Vakarian from leaving before that ache in his quad was assuaged) and Wrex groped between the turian's weirdly jointed legs. There was nothing there.
Wrex was just going to give up when Garrus grabbed his hand and brought it back down, pressing his thick fingers into an almost unnoticeable slit in the smooth plating. It gave under pressure, and Wrex could feel a slick warmth beneath. It didn't feel....wait, was Vakarian female?
No...apparently not. A more familiar shape was emerging from the parted plates in a way that Wrex honestly thought was nauseating. At least the weight of it was familiar, even if it was weirdly slick in his fist.(and much smaller than himself, Wrex noted with smug pride) No balls that Wrex could feel, but given the turian species, he thought that made a lot of sense.
The turian bucked and hissed as Wrex stripped him with a rough palm. It must have been almost painful given how hard he was digging talons into Wrex's thighs.
In any other situation, Wrex would have just preferred to put the turian on his knees and give him a pounding his entire race would feel. But a small part of his brain that wasn't centered on his cock recognized that there wasn't enough medigel in the galaxy that would hide that from Shepard. Besides, he figured the spectre wouldn't have as much use for a sniper that couldn't walk. Instead he made do by repositioning himself so that his heavy cock curved up between Vakarian's thighs, taking advantage of the warm slick of the turian's sex.
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