Spliced - 4.5C
TITLE: Spliced - Part 4, Chapter 5C
AUTHOR:
flighty_dreams
WARNINGS: NC-17. slavefic. scifi setting. M/m.
WORD COUNT: 3,394 (for this part)
SUMMARY: 4.5C - Homecoming, and umm more. ;-)
NOTES: The index to this story available here. Finally finished this chapter, I'm so relieved! I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks to aurila for the encouragement, pestering, raging, etc. But I will still slap Matt around. *grin*
Matt drew a shaky breath.
He’d forgotten what simply being with Min was like. The pleasant feel of the Andorian against him, the tantalizing taste of him on his tongue, and how incredibly alive he felt when this close to Min. Not even Taurent, the only man he’d ever loved, had enthralled him like this.
Some dim part of his mind reminded him that he still had plenty of things to be upset with the clone over, but at the moment he didn’t care. Tonight he just wanted to take the edge off his months of pent up frustration and savor the moment, touching Min, relearning every part of him. That last thought alone made him harden.
Gathering his cloudy thoughts together, he studied the clone standing in the bathroom with him, assessing his condition. Desire had wiped away the last of Min’s earlier anguish; only lust tightened his features now.
Relieved, Matt reached for him again. Drawing him close he paused, hands at Min’s waist, gazing silently at the clone. The Andorian’s eyes were their proper sky blue now, and he couldn’t help smiling as he looked at them.
“What?” Min asked softly, his brow furrowing.
“Nothing.” Smiling, Matt shook his head, and his fingers tightened around the hem of Min’s sweater. Backing out the doorway, he tugged the Andorian along after him into the bedroom.
The look in Min’s eyes as he followed him, need and hope darkening the blue depths, made Matt stumble, his breath hitching. The Andorian’s hand reached out to steady him, and their gazes met again.
Pulse quickening, the Kartan decided he was wearing too much. He shrugged his suit jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. Even as part of him cringed inwardly at the treatment, Min’s incredulous face made it worth it.
But Min quickly lost all interest in the jacket. His hands reached for Matt’s blue shirt, untucking it and then pulling impatiently at the buttons. He loosened Matt’s tie too, and moments later removed both it and his shirt. The clone’s hands roamed hungrily over his bare chest, and then he lowered his head, his teeth fastening on a nipple.
Matt cursed. His sex, half hard already, stiffened to fullness as a blaze trailed from his nipple to his cock. His nipples were particularly sensitive, a condition Min had always enjoyed exploiting. And Min’s sinful mouth was focusing all its considerable skill there.
Mouth going dry and his legs weakening, Matt’s fingers clutched the sweater’s hem again. “Off.”
With one last swirl of that devious tongue, Min drew away and the Kartan barely stifled a groan of protest at the loss of that pleasure. But after the Andorian pulled the thin sweater over his head, dropping it beside Matt’s clothes, the alluring muscles of the clone’s upper body captured his attention.
Flashing a wicked grin at Matt, Min headed past him to the bed. Although it was ‘Alex’s’ body language and not Min the slave’s, his movements were still graceful. Even as this other persona there’d always been an elegance to his movements. Different, but still a pleasure to watch.
As Min reached the bed, Matt’s eyes caught on the Andorian brand. He was glad it was still there; the clone wasn’t completely in denial. But without the long hair covering any of Min’s back, it seemed wrong for the mark to mar those enticing curves, smooth except for the brand and the faint scar lingering at the small of his back.
Then the clone turned, lying down on the bed on his side, waiting for him. All other thoughts faded away with a half-naked Min in his bed. Of course, the only thing better was a fully naked Min.
Following the Andorian onto the bed, Matt soon had the rest of their clothes tossed aside, joining the others on the floor. Then he kissed the clone ravenously, pulling him down onto the mattress.
The idea from earlier lingering in his mind, Matt wanted to relearn every centimeter spread before him. He started at Min’s head, his fingers tracing the Andorian’s ears and then his jaw before moving to his face. He paused at his lips, stroking them as he looked into Min’s eyes. The blue gaze was puzzled, but the clone didn’t stop him. Contenting himself with watching the Kartan for now, his hands caressed Matt’s arms.
Smiling, Matt replaced the fingers at Min’s lips with his mouth. He kept the kiss soft and slow; he had no intention of hurrying tonight, as much as his body clamored for satisfaction. For months he’d been wishing he was right here with Min again, and he wanted to savor everything.
Maybe Min wanted that too, because he wasn’t pushing for more. However he wasn’t passive either; when Matt would’ve pulled away, Min tugged him back down, treating him to another tender kiss. The Kartan slid his mouth along Min’s cheek, gently turning the clone’s head to give him better access to his ear.
With lips and tongue he charted the curves of Min’s ear. His teeth grazed the outer edges before settling on the lobe. He nipped it playfully and then sucked on it roughly. The gasp and then the mewl that Min couldn’t repress made Matt grin, even as the clone’s grip on his arms tightened to bruising force. The Andorian’s ears had always been sensitive. The Kartan kissed the lobe briefly before reluctantly moving on.
Matt dragged his mouth downwards, avoiding those addictive lips, nuzzling Min’s chin and then down onto his throat. It felt strange for the clone’s neck to be bare, no collar enclosing it. It brought him back to reality for a moment, and he lost his momentum.
Since Festun the clone had become an enigma to him, a stranger he didn’t understand yet craved to conquer. An Andorian trained to be more, yearning for freedom even as he was drawn back to slavery. An offensive, intriguing contradiction.
But here in bed, Min was unchanged. As Matt continued the leisurely exploration of his body, the responses he drew from Min, the sounds he dragged out of him, and the sensitive places that he knew exactly how to touch and when, were all the same. When it came to sex, he still knew his Andorian very intimately.
Continuing his downward progress, Matt paused at the small scar on Min’s side, just above his right hip. Although mildly curious, he’d never asked the clone where this and the mark on his back had come from; everyone had a few scars from random - and not so random - mishaps. The numerous mysterious gaps in Min’s history made him wonder with a new intensity now though.
As he ran his thumb across it he looked up, watching the clone’s face. The Andorian was still lying on his back, head nestled into a pillow, staring back at him with an overwhelmed, flustered expression.
Min was panting, his breaths loud in the quiet of the room. The lamp near the door and the meager moonlight from the window were the only illumination, but it was enough to discern the clone’s face. Min’s arrogant mask was gone again, this time leaving a lustful, lidded gaze that looked back at him expectantly, well aware of what was to come. The dropping of the mask earlier had revealed the pain and vulnerability beneath it; now it exposed passion and hunger.
Matt’s own need rose in response. The sight of the naked, eager Andorian in his bed again, after months of believing he’d never lay eyes on his Min again, was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen.
You’re never leaving me again, Matt vowed, determination cutting through him. He leaned down, nipping Min’s stomach.
The clone jerked and Matt gleefully moved lower, between Min’s legs. He paused at the dark curls, studying Min’s sex, quivering so close to his face. He wondered what it would taste like - the tang of the drops gathering at the tip, the heat of that slick, stony flesh filling his mouth - but Kartan men didn’t debase themselves with such things.
Instead he settled for kissing the tip briefly before sitting up again. Feeling Min trembling with need beneath him, Matt smirked as he slid his right hand from Min’s thigh, curling it around that hungry cock. The clone’s hips jerked again, thrusting into Matt’s hand instinctively.
Matt brushed his thumb against the head, knowledgeably using the amount of pressure he knew Min liked most. His refusal to pleasure any of his slaves with his mouth, coupled with his need to still give them some release, had made his expertise at hand jobs all the better. He squeezed Min’s shaft, enjoying the way it throbbed in response.
“Matt,” the Andorian protested, hissing as Matt continued, ignoring him. The Kartan’s hand lowered to play with the tightened balls beneath the engorged cock.
With a muffled oath, Min pulled away from him. Matt looked up at him, baffled that the clone would refuse him. He watched as the Andorian sat up near the foot of the bed, pausing to catch his breath.
“What-”
Min shook his head and then clarified, arousal making his voice rough and his words curt, “Too close. Rather come together.”
A curl of pleasure mixed with Matt’s surprise. He preferred that idea himself; he’d not intended to let Min come before he did anyway - the Andorian certainly hadn’t earned any such reward. But the image of being inside Min, thrusting into him and them coming at the same time - or as close together as they could manage it - definitely appealed.
The Andorian startled him then, pouncing on top of him. His momentum pushed Matt onto the mattress, pinning the Kartan beneath him.
“My turn,” the clone murmured, his voice a silky promise that made Matt quiver despite himself.
So much for Min not being any different in bed, Matt thought irritably. Uneasy being on the bottom, he started to push him off, but Min’s hold gentled and his mouth fastened on Matt’s nipple again. The distraction burned away his resistance as heat jolted downward, settling between his legs. His back arched and his shaft brushed against Min’s, instinctively seeking more contact.
As they rubbed against each other, Min made a contented croon deep in his throat. Recognizing it, the warmth of lust pooled in Matt’s stomach. He’d always loved that sound; it never failed to arouse him.
Wanting to hear it again, he repeated the motion and was rewarded. Min raised his head from Matt’s chest, and they stared at each other from mere centimeters away. The moonlight caught Min’s eyes, showing them still darkened by desire.
A tender smile lit Min’s face, and his hand reached down to brush Matt’s hair. The curve of his lips matched the dark promise in his eyes, but as nice as those fingers felt petting his hair, Matt couldn’t resist glancing at the nightstand. With an impatience as sudden as a sandstorm, Matt wanted to be inside Min.
“Mmm.” Min didn’t follow his gaze but he shifted all the same, hand reaching into the drawer and groping for the lubricant.
Through his aroused haze, he recalled that Min had always been good at anticipating his desires. Any well-trained bedslave was, he observed; their purpose was to serve, after all.
Jar in hand, Min settled back into his position straddling him. With a meaningful look, Min handed him the container. Sitting up, Matt scooted backwards, propping himself against the pillows and the headboard. The clone moved with him, staying at his waist.
Holding the jar in one hand, Matt’s empty hand caressed Min, starting at his shoulder and sliding down to settle at the clone’s hip. “Turn around,” the Kartan told him softly, his eyes drinking in the enticing bare flesh on display.
Searing heat lit those blue eyes for an instant before Min complied, twisting around and presenting his back to him. Setting the container down on the mattress beside him, Matt’s hands roamed the planes of Min’s back, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin. Matt smiled as he watched the clone suck in a breath - proof that even a casual touch affected the Andorian.
His hands halting at Min’s hips, Matt guided him into a new position. With Min on all fours, his top half supported on his arms and his rear within easy reach, his most intimate parts exposed between his spread legs, Matt had clear access to Min’s entrance. Unable to resist the view directly in front of him, he squeezed Min’s cheeks, savoring the moment.
Then his impatience got the better of him. It’s been too long. Anxious to feel Min’s channel gripping his cock, the urge to kneel up and thrust into the Andorian rode him for a moment before he tamped it back. No, I want to take my time, he thought, the haunting pain on Min’s face from earlier flashing through his head. He wasn’t sure why it was so important - they’d had sex in many different ways before, and there was no need to be gentle if he didn’t want to be - but it was different tonight.
Picking up the jar, he dabbed his fingers and then prodded at the clone’s opening with his index finger. The hole was surprisingly tight, and he decided Min had been telling the truth earlier; he’d only bedded one person while he was gone. And from the tightness, it had definitely been some time ago.
Pleased at this knowledge, he probed Min as gently as possible, his finger nudging experimentally. During their previous months together he’d had sex with the Andorian all the time, so he wasn’t used to the clone being so tight. It made him look forward to the ride tonight. As he pushed his finger in farther, the sounds Min made were grunts of pleasure, not discomfort. Matt soon added a second oiled finger, using them both to stretch the clone further.
Min hissed as his fingers brushed that sweet spot within, and Matt watched him with satisfied delight. Back arching in response, the Andorian thrust back against Matt’s fingers, his breaths sounding louder in the room.
“More.” The husky demand floated back to him, making Matt’s rock-hard shaft twitch eagerly. Ashen hell, he wanted more too. Now.
Matt pulled his fingers out and leaned forward. Sliding his arms around Min’s waist, he pulled him up towards him. He spread his legs, letting Min’s lower body rest on the mattress while the Kartan bore the weight of his upper body. The clone rested his head on Matt’s chest, his cheek pressed against him and his breath huffing out over the Kartan’s skin.
Cradling Min on top of him for a minute, he let them both catch their breaths. Enjoying the feel of the Andorian in his arms, he lingered longer than he’d thought to, ignoring his clamoring need.
Finally he slipped out from under Min, rising off the bed and then turning over, placing himself on top of the clone, straddling him.
Lifting his head, Min kissed him, his hungry tongue thrusting in to dance eagerly with Matt’s. Struggling to focus under the heady assault, the Kartan’s other hand reached for the jar beside him, and he spread more of the oil on his cock as he continued to kiss Min. Done, he pulled back, ending the kiss abruptly as he placed the jar on the nightstand.
Gathering himself for a moment through his spiraling desire, he smiled down at Min, who looked as equally dazed as he felt. Then Matt shifted a bit lower, his shaft searching for that enticing hole as Min’s legs spread in invitation. Min’s hips tilted to meet him in a very familiar way, and he slipped inside.
He went slowly, sliding in bit by bit, his eyes carefully watching Min’s face. Not wanting to hurt him - not tonight at least - he was gentle despite his ravenous need. His sac ached, eager for release and urging him to quicken this, but he ignored it with stern control. After months of being denied, he wanted to appreciate this properly.
And Min’s expression made the Kartan’s stubborn resistance worthwhile. The clone was gazing up at him, wonder in his eyes, and something tender in his face that caused Matt’s chest to tighten uncontrollably. Matt stared back at him, memorizing how Min looked in that moment, wanting to hold on to it forever. Something almost sacred hovered in the air between them.
Fully sheathed at last, he paused, letting them both settle. His hand cupping Min’s head, fingers twining in his hair, he gave the clone a gentle kiss before releasing him. Min placed his hands on Matt’s shoulders, bracing himself.
Even though Matt knew lust was coursing through them both, neither seemed willing to shatter the moment. Finally Min took a shaky breath and smiled up at him, his hands squeezing Matt’s shoulders encouragingly.
Reading the signal, Matt pulled slowly back and then in again. They found a steady, gentle rhythm easily, as if they’d never parted. They kept their eyes locked on each other the whole time, and Matt marveled that it had never been like this before. At some point one of them would always look away or close his eyes, and they’d lose their connection. Even when they were joined, they’d still always been separate.
It made sense, his fuzzy mind fumbled to tell him. No matter how much pleasure they found in each other, Min was a cloned slave and he was a born aristocrat. It was right that they stay marked as different and separate.
But there was no such disconnect now. None of the differences mattered at this moment, and Matt couldn’t process why, desire overwhelming him. He’d taken Min gently before, but it hadn’t been like this. There was something familiar about it, some echo from long ago, but then Min’s moan distracted him as he hit that sensitive place within him, and Matt forgot what he was thinking about. Only sensation and feelings existed - so much emotion flowing in, out and between them, entwining with their peaking lust.
His thrusts grew faster as his control slipped away piece by piece, along with his defenses. There was only Min’s face beneath him, unmasked by passion, the clone’s walls fallen too, Min’s sweaty skin sliding against his own, and Min’s hands, gripping his shoulders with bruising force.
“Matt,” the clone breathed out between groans, telling him with one desperate word that he was close.
The Kartan himself was precariously near the edge, and his hand reached for the Andorian’s cock, his fingers wrapping around it. With one last thrust he found his release, crying out Min’s name. He shuddered, the climax hitting him with a force he’d never felt before.
His fingers clenched around the clone’s throbbing shaft, and Min let out one last gasp before coming as well. The muscles surrounding Matt’s cock tightened, as if straining to pump more seed out of him. And the sound Min let out as he came made Matt shiver with helpless delight.
Once he finally caught his breath, Matt slipped his hand away, settling it on Min’s thigh. The clone looked too shattered to move, Matt observed with smug amusement. But he couldn’t gloat too much, still recovering as well from the intensity of what they’d just shared. After a few minutes he finally pulled all the way out, more reluctant to sever that joining than he’d ever been before. He felt their deep connection fading, like sand slipping through his fingers. He couldn’t keep it, and he mourned its loss.
Looking down he met Min’s pensive gaze. Promising himself that he’d regain that connection soon, he wiped the Andorian’s sweaty brow and kissed his forehead. There were plenty of other things to savor at the moment.
Hand slipping away from Min’s face, he sat up at last. Reaching over for the box of tissues on the nightstand, he cleaned Min’s stomach and between his legs, some quiet part of him enjoying taking care of him.
Then he put the tissues back and lay down beside the clone. When Min’s hand reached for his he accepted it, squeezing gently as he released a tired but happy sigh. His earlier tension was gone, replaced by a cloud of contentment.
Min was back.
Chapter 6
AUTHOR:
flighty_dreams
WARNINGS: NC-17. slavefic. scifi setting. M/m.
WORD COUNT: 3,394 (for this part)
SUMMARY: 4.5C - Homecoming, and umm more. ;-)
NOTES: The index to this story available here. Finally finished this chapter, I'm so relieved! I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks to aurila for the encouragement, pestering, raging, etc. But I will still slap Matt around. *grin*
Matt drew a shaky breath.
He’d forgotten what simply being with Min was like. The pleasant feel of the Andorian against him, the tantalizing taste of him on his tongue, and how incredibly alive he felt when this close to Min. Not even Taurent, the only man he’d ever loved, had enthralled him like this.
Some dim part of his mind reminded him that he still had plenty of things to be upset with the clone over, but at the moment he didn’t care. Tonight he just wanted to take the edge off his months of pent up frustration and savor the moment, touching Min, relearning every part of him. That last thought alone made him harden.
Gathering his cloudy thoughts together, he studied the clone standing in the bathroom with him, assessing his condition. Desire had wiped away the last of Min’s earlier anguish; only lust tightened his features now.
Relieved, Matt reached for him again. Drawing him close he paused, hands at Min’s waist, gazing silently at the clone. The Andorian’s eyes were their proper sky blue now, and he couldn’t help smiling as he looked at them.
“What?” Min asked softly, his brow furrowing.
“Nothing.” Smiling, Matt shook his head, and his fingers tightened around the hem of Min’s sweater. Backing out the doorway, he tugged the Andorian along after him into the bedroom.
The look in Min’s eyes as he followed him, need and hope darkening the blue depths, made Matt stumble, his breath hitching. The Andorian’s hand reached out to steady him, and their gazes met again.
Pulse quickening, the Kartan decided he was wearing too much. He shrugged his suit jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. Even as part of him cringed inwardly at the treatment, Min’s incredulous face made it worth it.
But Min quickly lost all interest in the jacket. His hands reached for Matt’s blue shirt, untucking it and then pulling impatiently at the buttons. He loosened Matt’s tie too, and moments later removed both it and his shirt. The clone’s hands roamed hungrily over his bare chest, and then he lowered his head, his teeth fastening on a nipple.
Matt cursed. His sex, half hard already, stiffened to fullness as a blaze trailed from his nipple to his cock. His nipples were particularly sensitive, a condition Min had always enjoyed exploiting. And Min’s sinful mouth was focusing all its considerable skill there.
Mouth going dry and his legs weakening, Matt’s fingers clutched the sweater’s hem again. “Off.”
With one last swirl of that devious tongue, Min drew away and the Kartan barely stifled a groan of protest at the loss of that pleasure. But after the Andorian pulled the thin sweater over his head, dropping it beside Matt’s clothes, the alluring muscles of the clone’s upper body captured his attention.
Flashing a wicked grin at Matt, Min headed past him to the bed. Although it was ‘Alex’s’ body language and not Min the slave’s, his movements were still graceful. Even as this other persona there’d always been an elegance to his movements. Different, but still a pleasure to watch.
As Min reached the bed, Matt’s eyes caught on the Andorian brand. He was glad it was still there; the clone wasn’t completely in denial. But without the long hair covering any of Min’s back, it seemed wrong for the mark to mar those enticing curves, smooth except for the brand and the faint scar lingering at the small of his back.
Then the clone turned, lying down on the bed on his side, waiting for him. All other thoughts faded away with a half-naked Min in his bed. Of course, the only thing better was a fully naked Min.
Following the Andorian onto the bed, Matt soon had the rest of their clothes tossed aside, joining the others on the floor. Then he kissed the clone ravenously, pulling him down onto the mattress.
The idea from earlier lingering in his mind, Matt wanted to relearn every centimeter spread before him. He started at Min’s head, his fingers tracing the Andorian’s ears and then his jaw before moving to his face. He paused at his lips, stroking them as he looked into Min’s eyes. The blue gaze was puzzled, but the clone didn’t stop him. Contenting himself with watching the Kartan for now, his hands caressed Matt’s arms.
Smiling, Matt replaced the fingers at Min’s lips with his mouth. He kept the kiss soft and slow; he had no intention of hurrying tonight, as much as his body clamored for satisfaction. For months he’d been wishing he was right here with Min again, and he wanted to savor everything.
Maybe Min wanted that too, because he wasn’t pushing for more. However he wasn’t passive either; when Matt would’ve pulled away, Min tugged him back down, treating him to another tender kiss. The Kartan slid his mouth along Min’s cheek, gently turning the clone’s head to give him better access to his ear.
With lips and tongue he charted the curves of Min’s ear. His teeth grazed the outer edges before settling on the lobe. He nipped it playfully and then sucked on it roughly. The gasp and then the mewl that Min couldn’t repress made Matt grin, even as the clone’s grip on his arms tightened to bruising force. The Andorian’s ears had always been sensitive. The Kartan kissed the lobe briefly before reluctantly moving on.
Matt dragged his mouth downwards, avoiding those addictive lips, nuzzling Min’s chin and then down onto his throat. It felt strange for the clone’s neck to be bare, no collar enclosing it. It brought him back to reality for a moment, and he lost his momentum.
Since Festun the clone had become an enigma to him, a stranger he didn’t understand yet craved to conquer. An Andorian trained to be more, yearning for freedom even as he was drawn back to slavery. An offensive, intriguing contradiction.
But here in bed, Min was unchanged. As Matt continued the leisurely exploration of his body, the responses he drew from Min, the sounds he dragged out of him, and the sensitive places that he knew exactly how to touch and when, were all the same. When it came to sex, he still knew his Andorian very intimately.
Continuing his downward progress, Matt paused at the small scar on Min’s side, just above his right hip. Although mildly curious, he’d never asked the clone where this and the mark on his back had come from; everyone had a few scars from random - and not so random - mishaps. The numerous mysterious gaps in Min’s history made him wonder with a new intensity now though.
As he ran his thumb across it he looked up, watching the clone’s face. The Andorian was still lying on his back, head nestled into a pillow, staring back at him with an overwhelmed, flustered expression.
Min was panting, his breaths loud in the quiet of the room. The lamp near the door and the meager moonlight from the window were the only illumination, but it was enough to discern the clone’s face. Min’s arrogant mask was gone again, this time leaving a lustful, lidded gaze that looked back at him expectantly, well aware of what was to come. The dropping of the mask earlier had revealed the pain and vulnerability beneath it; now it exposed passion and hunger.
Matt’s own need rose in response. The sight of the naked, eager Andorian in his bed again, after months of believing he’d never lay eyes on his Min again, was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen.
You’re never leaving me again, Matt vowed, determination cutting through him. He leaned down, nipping Min’s stomach.
The clone jerked and Matt gleefully moved lower, between Min’s legs. He paused at the dark curls, studying Min’s sex, quivering so close to his face. He wondered what it would taste like - the tang of the drops gathering at the tip, the heat of that slick, stony flesh filling his mouth - but Kartan men didn’t debase themselves with such things.
Instead he settled for kissing the tip briefly before sitting up again. Feeling Min trembling with need beneath him, Matt smirked as he slid his right hand from Min’s thigh, curling it around that hungry cock. The clone’s hips jerked again, thrusting into Matt’s hand instinctively.
Matt brushed his thumb against the head, knowledgeably using the amount of pressure he knew Min liked most. His refusal to pleasure any of his slaves with his mouth, coupled with his need to still give them some release, had made his expertise at hand jobs all the better. He squeezed Min’s shaft, enjoying the way it throbbed in response.
“Matt,” the Andorian protested, hissing as Matt continued, ignoring him. The Kartan’s hand lowered to play with the tightened balls beneath the engorged cock.
With a muffled oath, Min pulled away from him. Matt looked up at him, baffled that the clone would refuse him. He watched as the Andorian sat up near the foot of the bed, pausing to catch his breath.
“What-”
Min shook his head and then clarified, arousal making his voice rough and his words curt, “Too close. Rather come together.”
A curl of pleasure mixed with Matt’s surprise. He preferred that idea himself; he’d not intended to let Min come before he did anyway - the Andorian certainly hadn’t earned any such reward. But the image of being inside Min, thrusting into him and them coming at the same time - or as close together as they could manage it - definitely appealed.
The Andorian startled him then, pouncing on top of him. His momentum pushed Matt onto the mattress, pinning the Kartan beneath him.
“My turn,” the clone murmured, his voice a silky promise that made Matt quiver despite himself.
So much for Min not being any different in bed, Matt thought irritably. Uneasy being on the bottom, he started to push him off, but Min’s hold gentled and his mouth fastened on Matt’s nipple again. The distraction burned away his resistance as heat jolted downward, settling between his legs. His back arched and his shaft brushed against Min’s, instinctively seeking more contact.
As they rubbed against each other, Min made a contented croon deep in his throat. Recognizing it, the warmth of lust pooled in Matt’s stomach. He’d always loved that sound; it never failed to arouse him.
Wanting to hear it again, he repeated the motion and was rewarded. Min raised his head from Matt’s chest, and they stared at each other from mere centimeters away. The moonlight caught Min’s eyes, showing them still darkened by desire.
A tender smile lit Min’s face, and his hand reached down to brush Matt’s hair. The curve of his lips matched the dark promise in his eyes, but as nice as those fingers felt petting his hair, Matt couldn’t resist glancing at the nightstand. With an impatience as sudden as a sandstorm, Matt wanted to be inside Min.
“Mmm.” Min didn’t follow his gaze but he shifted all the same, hand reaching into the drawer and groping for the lubricant.
Through his aroused haze, he recalled that Min had always been good at anticipating his desires. Any well-trained bedslave was, he observed; their purpose was to serve, after all.
Jar in hand, Min settled back into his position straddling him. With a meaningful look, Min handed him the container. Sitting up, Matt scooted backwards, propping himself against the pillows and the headboard. The clone moved with him, staying at his waist.
Holding the jar in one hand, Matt’s empty hand caressed Min, starting at his shoulder and sliding down to settle at the clone’s hip. “Turn around,” the Kartan told him softly, his eyes drinking in the enticing bare flesh on display.
Searing heat lit those blue eyes for an instant before Min complied, twisting around and presenting his back to him. Setting the container down on the mattress beside him, Matt’s hands roamed the planes of Min’s back, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin. Matt smiled as he watched the clone suck in a breath - proof that even a casual touch affected the Andorian.
His hands halting at Min’s hips, Matt guided him into a new position. With Min on all fours, his top half supported on his arms and his rear within easy reach, his most intimate parts exposed between his spread legs, Matt had clear access to Min’s entrance. Unable to resist the view directly in front of him, he squeezed Min’s cheeks, savoring the moment.
Then his impatience got the better of him. It’s been too long. Anxious to feel Min’s channel gripping his cock, the urge to kneel up and thrust into the Andorian rode him for a moment before he tamped it back. No, I want to take my time, he thought, the haunting pain on Min’s face from earlier flashing through his head. He wasn’t sure why it was so important - they’d had sex in many different ways before, and there was no need to be gentle if he didn’t want to be - but it was different tonight.
Picking up the jar, he dabbed his fingers and then prodded at the clone’s opening with his index finger. The hole was surprisingly tight, and he decided Min had been telling the truth earlier; he’d only bedded one person while he was gone. And from the tightness, it had definitely been some time ago.
Pleased at this knowledge, he probed Min as gently as possible, his finger nudging experimentally. During their previous months together he’d had sex with the Andorian all the time, so he wasn’t used to the clone being so tight. It made him look forward to the ride tonight. As he pushed his finger in farther, the sounds Min made were grunts of pleasure, not discomfort. Matt soon added a second oiled finger, using them both to stretch the clone further.
Min hissed as his fingers brushed that sweet spot within, and Matt watched him with satisfied delight. Back arching in response, the Andorian thrust back against Matt’s fingers, his breaths sounding louder in the room.
“More.” The husky demand floated back to him, making Matt’s rock-hard shaft twitch eagerly. Ashen hell, he wanted more too. Now.
Matt pulled his fingers out and leaned forward. Sliding his arms around Min’s waist, he pulled him up towards him. He spread his legs, letting Min’s lower body rest on the mattress while the Kartan bore the weight of his upper body. The clone rested his head on Matt’s chest, his cheek pressed against him and his breath huffing out over the Kartan’s skin.
Cradling Min on top of him for a minute, he let them both catch their breaths. Enjoying the feel of the Andorian in his arms, he lingered longer than he’d thought to, ignoring his clamoring need.
Finally he slipped out from under Min, rising off the bed and then turning over, placing himself on top of the clone, straddling him.
Lifting his head, Min kissed him, his hungry tongue thrusting in to dance eagerly with Matt’s. Struggling to focus under the heady assault, the Kartan’s other hand reached for the jar beside him, and he spread more of the oil on his cock as he continued to kiss Min. Done, he pulled back, ending the kiss abruptly as he placed the jar on the nightstand.
Gathering himself for a moment through his spiraling desire, he smiled down at Min, who looked as equally dazed as he felt. Then Matt shifted a bit lower, his shaft searching for that enticing hole as Min’s legs spread in invitation. Min’s hips tilted to meet him in a very familiar way, and he slipped inside.
He went slowly, sliding in bit by bit, his eyes carefully watching Min’s face. Not wanting to hurt him - not tonight at least - he was gentle despite his ravenous need. His sac ached, eager for release and urging him to quicken this, but he ignored it with stern control. After months of being denied, he wanted to appreciate this properly.
And Min’s expression made the Kartan’s stubborn resistance worthwhile. The clone was gazing up at him, wonder in his eyes, and something tender in his face that caused Matt’s chest to tighten uncontrollably. Matt stared back at him, memorizing how Min looked in that moment, wanting to hold on to it forever. Something almost sacred hovered in the air between them.
Fully sheathed at last, he paused, letting them both settle. His hand cupping Min’s head, fingers twining in his hair, he gave the clone a gentle kiss before releasing him. Min placed his hands on Matt’s shoulders, bracing himself.
Even though Matt knew lust was coursing through them both, neither seemed willing to shatter the moment. Finally Min took a shaky breath and smiled up at him, his hands squeezing Matt’s shoulders encouragingly.
Reading the signal, Matt pulled slowly back and then in again. They found a steady, gentle rhythm easily, as if they’d never parted. They kept their eyes locked on each other the whole time, and Matt marveled that it had never been like this before. At some point one of them would always look away or close his eyes, and they’d lose their connection. Even when they were joined, they’d still always been separate.
It made sense, his fuzzy mind fumbled to tell him. No matter how much pleasure they found in each other, Min was a cloned slave and he was a born aristocrat. It was right that they stay marked as different and separate.
But there was no such disconnect now. None of the differences mattered at this moment, and Matt couldn’t process why, desire overwhelming him. He’d taken Min gently before, but it hadn’t been like this. There was something familiar about it, some echo from long ago, but then Min’s moan distracted him as he hit that sensitive place within him, and Matt forgot what he was thinking about. Only sensation and feelings existed - so much emotion flowing in, out and between them, entwining with their peaking lust.
His thrusts grew faster as his control slipped away piece by piece, along with his defenses. There was only Min’s face beneath him, unmasked by passion, the clone’s walls fallen too, Min’s sweaty skin sliding against his own, and Min’s hands, gripping his shoulders with bruising force.
“Matt,” the clone breathed out between groans, telling him with one desperate word that he was close.
The Kartan himself was precariously near the edge, and his hand reached for the Andorian’s cock, his fingers wrapping around it. With one last thrust he found his release, crying out Min’s name. He shuddered, the climax hitting him with a force he’d never felt before.
His fingers clenched around the clone’s throbbing shaft, and Min let out one last gasp before coming as well. The muscles surrounding Matt’s cock tightened, as if straining to pump more seed out of him. And the sound Min let out as he came made Matt shiver with helpless delight.
Once he finally caught his breath, Matt slipped his hand away, settling it on Min’s thigh. The clone looked too shattered to move, Matt observed with smug amusement. But he couldn’t gloat too much, still recovering as well from the intensity of what they’d just shared. After a few minutes he finally pulled all the way out, more reluctant to sever that joining than he’d ever been before. He felt their deep connection fading, like sand slipping through his fingers. He couldn’t keep it, and he mourned its loss.
Looking down he met Min’s pensive gaze. Promising himself that he’d regain that connection soon, he wiped the Andorian’s sweaty brow and kissed his forehead. There were plenty of other things to savor at the moment.
Hand slipping away from Min’s face, he sat up at last. Reaching over for the box of tissues on the nightstand, he cleaned Min’s stomach and between his legs, some quiet part of him enjoying taking care of him.
Then he put the tissues back and lay down beside the clone. When Min’s hand reached for his he accepted it, squeezing gently as he released a tired but happy sigh. His earlier tension was gone, replaced by a cloud of contentment.
Min was back.
Chapter 6