Changes (Ondry/Liam) (Patreon)

Liam mumbled and sleepily shoved at the appendage tickling the back of his knee. It vanished for a second and then returned. Feather touch. Soft. Teasing. Liam blinked one eye open to find Ondry’s face inches away.

“Good trades and fair weather,” Ondry said in an amused tone. 

Liam rolled onto his side. “Good trades,” he returned. He stroked Ondry’s arm as he drifted on the last wisps of sleep. Lazy mornings were his favorite, especially after years on the ship. He’d never been able to totally relax around the rumble of heavy engines. Liam frowned and pried both eyes open long enough to look over his shoulder. No Takil.

Liam’s heart pounded. “Where is he?”

Ondry’s face tightened in pleasure. “He crept out of the house and currently hopes to steal profit from Vida. She is heavy with eggs and he hopes to take advantage of her inability to harvest.”

“But…” he was too young to be out on a farm running equipment.

“He is fine.”

“He’s a baby.” Liam squirmed his way toward the edge of the nest.

Ondry caught him around his waist and pulled him back. “The shell has dried and fallen off his backside. He has to find his own way. And Vida will protect him from himself.” 

Since Liam couldn’t win a physical contest against Ondry, he yielded. “But he’s a baby,” Liam repeated softly, not that he would say the same in front of Takil. The boy was so damn touchy about his age. He barely came up to Liam’s shoulder, and yet he walked around with the confidence of a tuk-ranked Rownt. Liam was fairly sure Takil had Ondry’s genetics—either that or there were some other seriously arrogant Rownt wandering around fathering younglings.

“We are alone,” Ondry said.

Liam was on the verge of saying something else about Takil when the words sank into his sleep-soaked brain. Alone. Totally alone. In their nest. Together. Liam raised his eyebrows. “Alone?”

“Yes.” Ondry placed a gentle kiss on Liam’s lips, then the tip of his tail slipped under the waistband of Liam’s sleep pants, flicking and teasing. 

“You are looking to take advantage. Like father, like son.”

“I am far more skilled.” Ondry rubbed the end of his tail against Liam’s cock. Liam shivered and arched his spine. 

“You are arrogant.”

“Yes,” Ondry agreed. He drew Liam’s shirt off in one smooth pull. Maybe they were a couple of decades out of practice, but Ondry still had the moves down. Liam ran his hands over Ondry’s muscled form. He was tempted to stroke Ondry’s fora, but that was a pleasure they could share any time. Sex, though. Oh Lord Liam missed sex. He missed the sweat and the smell and the feeling of Ondry holding him down. Most of all, he missed the raw, insatiable greed in Ondry’s expression when he took control of Liam’s body. Liam’s cock was already hard at the memory.

Ondry pressed the tip of his tail against Liam’s balls. Nearly lost in the lust, Liam clutched Ondry’s arm and gasped for air. This was going too fast. Way too fast. He wanted this moment to last forever, or at least until Takil came home, but his body was already rushing toward that perfect white crash of completion. Liam took several breaths to try to get a grain of control. 

He had almost convinced his body to calm when Ondry shifted closer, pinning Liam to the pillows. The delicious feeling of being held left Liam writhing and blindly groping his chilta. Ondry held him firmly and huffed the air near Liam’s neck. “I have missed this scent.” Ondry licked the side of Liam’s neck.

Liam bucked up, straining futilely against Ondry’s hold. At this rate, Liam’s cock was definitely going to break. Ondry wrapped his tail around Liam’s leg, which left Liam’s cock feeling abandoned. 

“I have missed all of this,” Liam said. “I need more. Please, Ondry. I can’t wait.” Another time, Liam would love to play their slow, teasing games, but right now, he needed Ondry in him. It had been too damn long. Ondry slid his tail higher until it brushed against Liam’s balls, teasing. The tip then teased at his hole. Liam spread his legs and squirmed. His body was on fire. He felt like a powder keg of pent up sexual energy, and Ondry had lit the fuse. 

“This scent is addictive,” Ondry whispered. He pressed the tip of his slicked tail against Liam’s hole. Liam held his breath and then Ondry pressed into him. The stretch burned, and Liam dug his heels into the bottom of the nest.

“Your tail is addictive,” Liam blurted between his gasps.

“Addictive is pleasant.” Ondry pushed in farther, finding Liam’s prostate and pressing until every last thought fled Liam’s brain, leaving him with a pile of lust-soaked mush between his ears. 

Liam pressed his head back into the pillows. “Oh God. Oh shit, yes. Please. More.”

Ondry huffed again, the sound of his breath was damn erotic. It meant he was enjoying himself. Hundreds of years, and he was still the same arrogant trader who wanted evidence that he was the best, and when it came to sex, he totally was. Liam was ready to set up a religion centered around Ondry’s sexual prowess and name him the head god—assuming no one else ever got to have sex with him because he was Liam’s. All Liam’s. Forever Liam’s.

With a happy glurble, Ondry nipped Liam’s shoulder and started a slow thrusting motion with his tail.

The burn in Liam’s ass grew stronger so that now he was poised on the knife edge of pleasure and pain. His body teetered first in one direction and then the other. Then Ondry wrapped his strong hand around Liam’s cock, and the universe exploded. Liam screamed.

As he lay next to Ondry, the sweat started to dry, and Liam shivered. Ondry pulled him close, and the contact made shivers and tingles chase through Liam’s body. He felt alive and wrung out at once. He never wanted to sleep again, but he didn’t want to move either. Damn. Had sex always been that good or had the years of abstinence made it sweeter?

Ondry licked the side of Liam’s neck.

“Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish,” Liam warned. He would warn Ondry that he couldn’t come again, but that would sound too much like a challenge, and Liam was sore. He hadn’t used some of those muscles for too long.

“I could finish again,” Ondry said with a rumble.

“Show off.”

“Is that an observation or a request?” Ondry tightened his arms, holding Liam in a tight embrace.

“Observation.”

“An accurate one. You are a tuk-ranked observer.”

Liam laughed. “And you are tuk-ranked non-procreative sex god.”

Ondry trilled. “I have never before been called a deity.”

“That was an oversight on my part because you are one,” Liam said sleepily. He felt so damn sated. Maybe Liam was stressed about Takil growing up too fast, but if their youngling was ready to move away from his parents, life wouldn’t end. It would change, but a few hundred years with Ondry had taught him that sometimes change was good. Sometimes it was very, very good.