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fic: pre- and post-
pre- and post- (2629 words) by wrennette
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios
Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios
Additional Tags: Bahryn Fest 2023, Semi-Public Sex, Bar back room sex, Office Sex, Coitus Interruptus, Welcome Home Sex, Anal Sex, Xenophilia, sheath sex, Undercover Missions, (sort of), set during the mandalorian s03, but i haven't actually watched the mandalorian s03, Permission statement in profile, do not copy or repost to other sites
Summary:
The cantina went quiet. Zeb looked up, then hid a grin. Alexsandr stood just inside the entry in his work clothes, a sharply tailored black-on-black suit that at first glance barely differed from an Imperial uniform. His long blond hair was pulled back severely into a neat tail, and his expression, to one who didn't know him, was one of bland derision. Zeb, who knew Alexsandr far more intimately than most, could read the incipient mischief in his general air, even from across the room.
"Director," Zeb called, drawing every eye in the place, including Alexsandr's. Alexsandr had likely already noticed him, as well as all the exits and potential threats, but Zeb was willing to play along with whatever chaos his partner had brewing. Alexsandr turned and strode over to where Zeb sat at the bar, the crowd parting before him and whispers springing up in his wake.
"Captain," Alexsandr greeted, low and smooth. The corner of his mouth ticked up momentarily into a smirk. "I would prefer our business not become public knowledge."
Zeb snorted. Too late for that, which was of course the point. He nodded anyway, then rose and headed toward the kitchens, not bothering to check that Alexsandr was following. He could feel the entire cantina's eyes on him as he led Alexsandr into the back.
"You know," Zeb said as they stepped into a dim corridor, "they're going to think you've come down here looking for a bit of strange."
"And who says I haven't?" Alexsandr asked, and Zeb could hear the laughter in his rich tones.
Zeb pushed open the door to a storage room with a huff. As soon as Alexsandr followed him in, Zeb pinned him to the door, ducking down to press a hungry kiss to Alexsandr's mouth. Alexsandr moaned, kissing back eagerly.
"The regulars know I'm married. Now they're going to think I'm cheating on my darling husband with a snooty upper-cruster who uses me for a bit of rough," Zeb teased when they parted, his voice gone low and husky with desire. He nipped at Alexsandr's neck just above the collar, earning a sharp inhale. "Gonna give me a bad reputation."
"Mmmmm, that would be terrible," Alexsandr murmured unsympathetically, then went up on his toes to lick and mouth at the tender edge of Zeb's ear. "I'd be more than happy to really help you sell it though." His words tickled at the hairs inside Zeb's ear, making it twitch. Alexsandr nipped lightly at the thin, sensitive skin, and Zeb let out a deep grunt.
"Oh yeah?" Zeb asked. "You want me to make you scream for all those gossips out there? I know it wouldn't take much to have you begging for my cock, and this door won't keep them from hearing how desperate you are."
Zeb deftly found the closures to Alexsandr's trousers and unfastened them, slipping a hand inside so he could palm Alexsandr's firm little ass. He wasn't terribly surprised to find the solid bulk of a plug nestled between Alexsandr's buttocks. Zeb chuckled, working the end of the plug so it rocked into Alexsandr's hole.
"All ready for me, huh?" Zeb asked, even though they both knew the answer.
"Dripping," Alexsandr agreed breathlessly.
With a growl, Zeb pushed down Alexsandr's trousers and roughly turned him. Alexsandr's breath hitched as he was pressed to the wall and pinned. A moment later, the sound of Zeb's zipper filled the room. Zeb groaned, pulling Alexsandr's hips back slightly and then carefully easing the plug from his hole. It was one of their larger toys, meaning Alexsandr wouldn't need any further prep.
Zeb notched the head of his cock against Alexsandr's fluttering rim, waiting just a moment there, letting them both savour that last bit of anticipation. Alexsandr let out a desperate keen, hands fisting and then loosening against the wall.
"So desperate," Zeb murmured, then slowly pressed into Alexsandr's clenching heat.
Alexsandr's needy keen lengthened, fading into a gasp as Zeb bottomed out, fully sheathed in Alexsandr's hole. Zeb held there, a deep rumble welling up out of his chest as he felt Alexsandr tremble and clasp around him. Despite that he was seated as deeply in Alexsandr's welcoming body as he could get, Zeb tried to sink even deeper, shifting slightly so Alexsandr was forced up onto his toes, balanced precariously with much of his weight seated on Zeb's thick cock. Alexsandr cried out helplessly, hands scrabbling at the wall.
"Alright then, let's let the whole world know. Tell them how good you feel, sweetheart," Zeb encouraged. He grasped one of Alexsandr's leanly muscled thighs and lifted, spreading him wide open. Alexsandr groaned, then shouted as Zeb eased free a bit, then slammed back in. Zeb grinned. He rolled his hips in short, deep thrusts, not retreating much. It meant his long, thick cock was applying almost constant pressure to Alexsandr's prostate, driving him hard and fast towards orgasm.
Soon Zeb was supporting Alexsandr's entire weight, fucking ruthlessly into his partner. Alexsandr moaned and shouted incoherently, each deep thrust punching sound from his lungs. He was helpless in Zeb's hands, utterly given over to pleasure.
"Such a sweet, tight, hot little jerkoff toy," Zeb growled, nipping at Alexsandr's neck. He was careful not to break skin, although his sharp teeth left a constellation of red marks on Alexsandr's pale golden skin. With a final grunt, Zeb slammed home. His barb latched deep and he flooded Alexsandr with come.
Alexsandr keened, writhing as much as he could without tearing himself open on Zeb's barb. Zeb reached down and cupped Alexsandr's leaking cock. He squeezed, milking copious fluids from the tip, them smoothing his way back down the shaft. It only took a few more rough pulls and then Alexsandr was coming too, spattering the floor with his seed as he clenched around Zeb's still-latched cock.
"There you go," Zeb murmured, brushing a kiss against Alexsandr's ear. "That what you needed baby?"
"Mmm hmmm," Alexsandr hummed, relaxing back against Zeb's broad chest. Zeb shifted so Alexsandr could get his feet under him, but still helped hold his partner up. Alexsandr hummed softly, head lolling back against Zeb's shoulder.
"So I know you probably didn't actually come down here for a bit of strange," Zeb rumbled, hand sneaking up under Alexsandr's tunic to rub at his furry belly. Alexsandr chuckled sleepily.
"No," Alexsandr agreed. "I have an assignment on Chandrila, deep cover. I couldn't trust it to comms, and didn't want you to come home to an empty flat."
Zeb hummed, nosing into Alexsandr's hair and kissing the shell of his ear, then teasing a fang along that sensitive curl. Alexsandr let out a quietly pleased sound.
"Any idea how long it will be?" Zeb asked.
"Anywhere from a couple weeks to a couple months," Alexsandr said. Zeb sighed. His barb unlatched, and slowly he eased his cock from Alexsandr's slack hole. As he pulled free, he slipped the plug he'd pocketed back into Alexsandr. Alexsandr moaned softly, moving only as much as Zeb moved him.
"I'll be waiting for you," Zeb promised. "Ready to do the walk of shame?"
"There's no reason to go out the front," Alexsandr huffed. Zeb snickered, then gently helped Alexsandr fix his clothing a bit. When they stepped out into the hall, they could hear the chatter and clatter of the cantina.
"Be safe out there," Zeb said, and Alexsandr smiled, leaning up to kiss him sweet and soft.
"I will," Alexsandr promised. Zeb nodded, then swallowed and watched Alexsandr slip out the back door. He took a few more moments to himself, then slipped back out to the front to get himself a drink.
-
There was a gentle tap at the open door, and Alexsandr looked up. The receptionist stood nervously in the doorway, her lekku twitching nervously. Alexsandr raised a single eyebrow.
"There's - there's someone here to see you, I know you said you aren't to be disturbed, and I tried to send him away-"
Alexsandr sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Send them in," Alexsandr said. The receptionist nodded and turned, visibly starting and letting out a sharp sound of surprise.
"Go on then," a familiar voice said, just out of sight beyond the door. The receptionist scurried off and Zeb slouched into the doorframe, his broad shoulders filling the space admirably. Heat rushed through Alexsandr at the sight of his partner, melting away the incipient irritation that had been bubbling up. It had been far too long since they were together, his assignment stretching out interminably. If it had been anybody else coming to bother him just now, Alexsandr might have seriously contemplated murder, if only to more quickly get home to Zeb.
"Zeb," Alexsandr breathed out, and Zeb grinned broadly as he stepped inside. "How?"
"Come on now," Zeb chided. "You know how pilots gossip."
Alexsandr huffed out a laugh, then rose and crossed to Zeb, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. Zeb kissed back readily, large, warm hands holding Alexsandr. Alexsandr melted into it, more than ready to reconnect with his partner.
"Mmm, there you are," Zeb said when they parted, voice a low rumble.
"Yes," Alexsandr breathed out, and then they were kissing again, Zeb's big mouth hot and firm on his, Zeb's long tongue sweeping into him. Alexsandr moaned. He wanted more than anything to physically reconnect with Zeb. "Missed you," Alexsandr said breathlessly when they parted again.
"Missed you too," Zeb said, voice low and rough with desire. Alexsandr moaned, rubbing eagerly against Zeb's thickly muscled thigh. "Yeah, that's it baby," Zeb encouraged. "Can't wait - want to get you off now."
Alexsandr moaned.
"How do you want me?" Alexsandr breathlessly asked. They both knew it would take far too long to get him prepared for penetration - neither of them had the patience for that, at the moment, nor did Alexsandr keep the necessary supplies in his office. But there were plenty of other ways they could share intimacy.
"Mmmm, been a while even before you left since I've had you in my sheath," Zeb said, and Alexsandr just barely managed not to whimper. It had been a while since he'd fucked Zeb's sheath. "Yeah," Zeb murmured, feeling the eager tremble that ran through Alexsandr, "you like that idea, don't you?"
"You know I do," Alexsandr said, nipping at Zeb's lower lip. He trailed his hand down Zeb's front, feeling the swell of his pectoral muscles and the firm strength of his abs before deftly opening the front of Zeb's uniform jumpsuit. Zeb was only wearing a pair of shorts and an undershirt beneath, and Alexsandr quickly worked his his hand between them, petting over the slit of Zeb's sheath.
Zeb hummed with pleasure, working himself out of the upper half of his jumpsuit and pushing down his shorts until both jumpsuit and underwear were hanging around his thighs.
"Get a room!" a voice called from beyond the still open doorway, and Alexsandr jerked back from Zeb, face reddening like a ripe melioorun. Zeb's ears flickered, and then he snorted, snickering a bit hysterically and burying his face in Alexsandr's shoulder to muffle the sound.
"Yeah yeah, laugh it up fuzzball," Alexsandr grumped. Reaching back down between them he began to pull Zeb's clothing back up and fasten it as Zeb continued to laugh. Alexsandr couldn't entirely blame him. "Alright," Alexsandr said when he'd gotten Zeb covered to the waist. "Let's go home."
"Let's," Zeb agreed, laughter finally subsiding. His mouth was still stretched in a wide smile, his green eyes warm and fond. Alexsandr leaned up, stealing a kiss. Zeb complied readily, although this time they kept it from getting too heated.
"Sorry about that!" Alexsandr called to the others in the office as he dragged Zeb out the door a few moments later, and they whistled and called after him until the door closing cut them off.
Thankfully it wasn't far to their flat, and as soon as they were inside, both Alexsandr and Zeb were hurriedly shedding clothing. Zeb let Alexsandr pin him against the door, their mouths meeting for a fierce, sloppy kiss. Alexsandr deftly found Zeb's sheath, stroking along the wet slit, still partially opened with arousal. Groaning, Alexsandr fit a finger inside, teasing down into the wet heat.
"Go on," Zeb urged breathlessly, "give me more."
Alexsandr fumbled out of his trousers and pants, using Zeb's slick to roughly stroke himself the rest of the way hard. His tugging rubbed the head of his cock against the thicker fur of Zeb's lower belly, and he groaned at the delightful sensation. Carefully, he rearranged them, dragging his dripping tip along Zeb's wet slit. Zeb hummed softly, shifting a bit so the angle was right, then using his fingers to part his slit in offering.
"Yeah," Alexsandr breathed, then slowly pressed inside. No matter how much he wanted to hilt himself to the root, he restrained himself. While this took less overall preparation than when Zeb fucked him, it was still a delicate balance of finding pleasure without causing pain or injury. Finally, his cock slipped fully into the wet sheath between Zeb's legs, rubbing along Zeb's wet cock. They both groaned, breathing heavy at the slick-hot sensation. "Okay?" Alexsandr asked, gasping the question out as he fought not to just rut into Zeb.
"Good," Zeb promised, shifting slightly so his hips opened wider. His sheath squeezed around Alexsandr's cock, and Alexsandr groaned, rocking his hips. Zeb's breath hitched as Alexsandr pushed deeper, but it was a pleasured sound, not a pained one.
"Good," Alexsandr gasped. He rolled his hips again, slow and shallow, just enjoying the way Zeb's wet heat pulsed around him. Zeb rumbled and purred, soft sounds of pleasure dripping from his lips. Little undulations built into deeper thrusts, each punching breath from their lungs. Alexsandr leaned up, panting against Zeb's mouth, drinking in his soft chirps and moans.
"Yeah," Zeb encouraged, "like that." He pulled up one leg, his big paw cupping Alexsandr's ass and urging Alexsandr to fuck into him deeper, harder.
"Hnnnng," Alexsandr moaned, past words. They kissed roughly, Zeb's sharp incisors catching on Alexsandr's lips as they rutted together. Zeb's cock spilled out of his sheath and began to stiffen, rubbing up against Alexsandr's belly. They both groaned at the sensation. Alexsandr nipped at Zeb's lip, and Zeb growled eagerly, grinding down on Alexsandr's cock.
"Close," Zeb gasped out.
Alexsandr grunted, powerful legs driving him up into Zeb's heat. Zeb mewled, clasping tight. Alexsandr's rhythm stuttered. He went tense, hips pistoning as he came, seed pulsing into Zeb's sheath and then dripping back out, smearing wet-hot over Alexsandr's balls and thighs.
"Nnnnngg, Zeb," Alexsandr managed to gasp, rubbing his face into the short velvety on Zeb's neck and upper chest. Zeb reached between them, fisting his cock. He squeezed and pulled, working himself up and quickly over the edge. His seed splattered over Alexsandr's chest and stomach and dripped down his front, glazing the golden flesh.
Still balanced on one leg but leaning against the door, Zeb gathered Alexsandr close. They nuzzled together, snuffling affectionately at one another. Alexsandr softened, his cock slipping from Zeb's sheath, and Zeb softened too, his wet cock shrinking back into his come-drenched slit. They held one another for a little longer, until Alexsandr made a quiet sound of disgust and led them into the fresher. Zeb huffed quietly in amusement, and set their mousedroid to start cleaning the floor while they washed the mess from their bodies.
Once clean, they settled together on the big sofa, neither of them bothering with clothes. Alexsandr curled into Zeb's lap, a perfect fit, and let himself fully relax after his long assignment and warm welcome home.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios
Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios
Additional Tags: Bahryn Fest 2023, Semi-Public Sex, Bar back room sex, Office Sex, Coitus Interruptus, Welcome Home Sex, Anal Sex, Xenophilia, sheath sex, Undercover Missions, (sort of), set during the mandalorian s03, but i haven't actually watched the mandalorian s03, Permission statement in profile, do not copy or repost to other sites
Summary:
The cantina went quiet. Zeb looked up, then hid a grin. Alexsandr stood just inside the entry in his work clothes, a sharply tailored black-on-black suit that at first glance barely differed from an Imperial uniform. His long blond hair was pulled back severely into a neat tail, and his expression, to one who didn't know him, was one of bland derision. Zeb, who knew Alexsandr far more intimately than most, could read the incipient mischief in his general air, even from across the room.
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The cantina went quiet. Zeb looked up, then hid a grin. Alexsandr stood just inside the entry in his work clothes, a sharply tailored black-on-black suit that at first glance barely differed from an Imperial uniform. His long blond hair was pulled back severely into a neat tail, and his expression, to one who didn't know him, was one of bland derision. Zeb, who knew Alexsandr far more intimately than most, could read the incipient mischief in his general air, even from across the room.
"Director," Zeb called, drawing every eye in the place, including Alexsandr's. Alexsandr had likely already noticed him, as well as all the exits and potential threats, but Zeb was willing to play along with whatever chaos his partner had brewing. Alexsandr turned and strode over to where Zeb sat at the bar, the crowd parting before him and whispers springing up in his wake.
"Captain," Alexsandr greeted, low and smooth. The corner of his mouth ticked up momentarily into a smirk. "I would prefer our business not become public knowledge."
Zeb snorted. Too late for that, which was of course the point. He nodded anyway, then rose and headed toward the kitchens, not bothering to check that Alexsandr was following. He could feel the entire cantina's eyes on him as he led Alexsandr into the back.
"You know," Zeb said as they stepped into a dim corridor, "they're going to think you've come down here looking for a bit of strange."
"And who says I haven't?" Alexsandr asked, and Zeb could hear the laughter in his rich tones.
Zeb pushed open the door to a storage room with a huff. As soon as Alexsandr followed him in, Zeb pinned him to the door, ducking down to press a hungry kiss to Alexsandr's mouth. Alexsandr moaned, kissing back eagerly.
"The regulars know I'm married. Now they're going to think I'm cheating on my darling husband with a snooty upper-cruster who uses me for a bit of rough," Zeb teased when they parted, his voice gone low and husky with desire. He nipped at Alexsandr's neck just above the collar, earning a sharp inhale. "Gonna give me a bad reputation."
"Mmmmm, that would be terrible," Alexsandr murmured unsympathetically, then went up on his toes to lick and mouth at the tender edge of Zeb's ear. "I'd be more than happy to really help you sell it though." His words tickled at the hairs inside Zeb's ear, making it twitch. Alexsandr nipped lightly at the thin, sensitive skin, and Zeb let out a deep grunt.
"Oh yeah?" Zeb asked. "You want me to make you scream for all those gossips out there? I know it wouldn't take much to have you begging for my cock, and this door won't keep them from hearing how desperate you are."
Zeb deftly found the closures to Alexsandr's trousers and unfastened them, slipping a hand inside so he could palm Alexsandr's firm little ass. He wasn't terribly surprised to find the solid bulk of a plug nestled between Alexsandr's buttocks. Zeb chuckled, working the end of the plug so it rocked into Alexsandr's hole.
"All ready for me, huh?" Zeb asked, even though they both knew the answer.
"Dripping," Alexsandr agreed breathlessly.
With a growl, Zeb pushed down Alexsandr's trousers and roughly turned him. Alexsandr's breath hitched as he was pressed to the wall and pinned. A moment later, the sound of Zeb's zipper filled the room. Zeb groaned, pulling Alexsandr's hips back slightly and then carefully easing the plug from his hole. It was one of their larger toys, meaning Alexsandr wouldn't need any further prep.
Zeb notched the head of his cock against Alexsandr's fluttering rim, waiting just a moment there, letting them both savour that last bit of anticipation. Alexsandr let out a desperate keen, hands fisting and then loosening against the wall.
"So desperate," Zeb murmured, then slowly pressed into Alexsandr's clenching heat.
Alexsandr's needy keen lengthened, fading into a gasp as Zeb bottomed out, fully sheathed in Alexsandr's hole. Zeb held there, a deep rumble welling up out of his chest as he felt Alexsandr tremble and clasp around him. Despite that he was seated as deeply in Alexsandr's welcoming body as he could get, Zeb tried to sink even deeper, shifting slightly so Alexsandr was forced up onto his toes, balanced precariously with much of his weight seated on Zeb's thick cock. Alexsandr cried out helplessly, hands scrabbling at the wall.
"Alright then, let's let the whole world know. Tell them how good you feel, sweetheart," Zeb encouraged. He grasped one of Alexsandr's leanly muscled thighs and lifted, spreading him wide open. Alexsandr groaned, then shouted as Zeb eased free a bit, then slammed back in. Zeb grinned. He rolled his hips in short, deep thrusts, not retreating much. It meant his long, thick cock was applying almost constant pressure to Alexsandr's prostate, driving him hard and fast towards orgasm.
Soon Zeb was supporting Alexsandr's entire weight, fucking ruthlessly into his partner. Alexsandr moaned and shouted incoherently, each deep thrust punching sound from his lungs. He was helpless in Zeb's hands, utterly given over to pleasure.
"Such a sweet, tight, hot little jerkoff toy," Zeb growled, nipping at Alexsandr's neck. He was careful not to break skin, although his sharp teeth left a constellation of red marks on Alexsandr's pale golden skin. With a final grunt, Zeb slammed home. His barb latched deep and he flooded Alexsandr with come.
Alexsandr keened, writhing as much as he could without tearing himself open on Zeb's barb. Zeb reached down and cupped Alexsandr's leaking cock. He squeezed, milking copious fluids from the tip, them smoothing his way back down the shaft. It only took a few more rough pulls and then Alexsandr was coming too, spattering the floor with his seed as he clenched around Zeb's still-latched cock.
"There you go," Zeb murmured, brushing a kiss against Alexsandr's ear. "That what you needed baby?"
"Mmm hmmm," Alexsandr hummed, relaxing back against Zeb's broad chest. Zeb shifted so Alexsandr could get his feet under him, but still helped hold his partner up. Alexsandr hummed softly, head lolling back against Zeb's shoulder.
"So I know you probably didn't actually come down here for a bit of strange," Zeb rumbled, hand sneaking up under Alexsandr's tunic to rub at his furry belly. Alexsandr chuckled sleepily.
"No," Alexsandr agreed. "I have an assignment on Chandrila, deep cover. I couldn't trust it to comms, and didn't want you to come home to an empty flat."
Zeb hummed, nosing into Alexsandr's hair and kissing the shell of his ear, then teasing a fang along that sensitive curl. Alexsandr let out a quietly pleased sound.
"Any idea how long it will be?" Zeb asked.
"Anywhere from a couple weeks to a couple months," Alexsandr said. Zeb sighed. His barb unlatched, and slowly he eased his cock from Alexsandr's slack hole. As he pulled free, he slipped the plug he'd pocketed back into Alexsandr. Alexsandr moaned softly, moving only as much as Zeb moved him.
"I'll be waiting for you," Zeb promised. "Ready to do the walk of shame?"
"There's no reason to go out the front," Alexsandr huffed. Zeb snickered, then gently helped Alexsandr fix his clothing a bit. When they stepped out into the hall, they could hear the chatter and clatter of the cantina.
"Be safe out there," Zeb said, and Alexsandr smiled, leaning up to kiss him sweet and soft.
"I will," Alexsandr promised. Zeb nodded, then swallowed and watched Alexsandr slip out the back door. He took a few more moments to himself, then slipped back out to the front to get himself a drink.
-
There was a gentle tap at the open door, and Alexsandr looked up. The receptionist stood nervously in the doorway, her lekku twitching nervously. Alexsandr raised a single eyebrow.
"There's - there's someone here to see you, I know you said you aren't to be disturbed, and I tried to send him away-"
Alexsandr sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Send them in," Alexsandr said. The receptionist nodded and turned, visibly starting and letting out a sharp sound of surprise.
"Go on then," a familiar voice said, just out of sight beyond the door. The receptionist scurried off and Zeb slouched into the doorframe, his broad shoulders filling the space admirably. Heat rushed through Alexsandr at the sight of his partner, melting away the incipient irritation that had been bubbling up. It had been far too long since they were together, his assignment stretching out interminably. If it had been anybody else coming to bother him just now, Alexsandr might have seriously contemplated murder, if only to more quickly get home to Zeb.
"Zeb," Alexsandr breathed out, and Zeb grinned broadly as he stepped inside. "How?"
"Come on now," Zeb chided. "You know how pilots gossip."
Alexsandr huffed out a laugh, then rose and crossed to Zeb, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. Zeb kissed back readily, large, warm hands holding Alexsandr. Alexsandr melted into it, more than ready to reconnect with his partner.
"Mmm, there you are," Zeb said when they parted, voice a low rumble.
"Yes," Alexsandr breathed out, and then they were kissing again, Zeb's big mouth hot and firm on his, Zeb's long tongue sweeping into him. Alexsandr moaned. He wanted more than anything to physically reconnect with Zeb. "Missed you," Alexsandr said breathlessly when they parted again.
"Missed you too," Zeb said, voice low and rough with desire. Alexsandr moaned, rubbing eagerly against Zeb's thickly muscled thigh. "Yeah, that's it baby," Zeb encouraged. "Can't wait - want to get you off now."
Alexsandr moaned.
"How do you want me?" Alexsandr breathlessly asked. They both knew it would take far too long to get him prepared for penetration - neither of them had the patience for that, at the moment, nor did Alexsandr keep the necessary supplies in his office. But there were plenty of other ways they could share intimacy.
"Mmmm, been a while even before you left since I've had you in my sheath," Zeb said, and Alexsandr just barely managed not to whimper. It had been a while since he'd fucked Zeb's sheath. "Yeah," Zeb murmured, feeling the eager tremble that ran through Alexsandr, "you like that idea, don't you?"
"You know I do," Alexsandr said, nipping at Zeb's lower lip. He trailed his hand down Zeb's front, feeling the swell of his pectoral muscles and the firm strength of his abs before deftly opening the front of Zeb's uniform jumpsuit. Zeb was only wearing a pair of shorts and an undershirt beneath, and Alexsandr quickly worked his his hand between them, petting over the slit of Zeb's sheath.
Zeb hummed with pleasure, working himself out of the upper half of his jumpsuit and pushing down his shorts until both jumpsuit and underwear were hanging around his thighs.
"Get a room!" a voice called from beyond the still open doorway, and Alexsandr jerked back from Zeb, face reddening like a ripe melioorun. Zeb's ears flickered, and then he snorted, snickering a bit hysterically and burying his face in Alexsandr's shoulder to muffle the sound.
"Yeah yeah, laugh it up fuzzball," Alexsandr grumped. Reaching back down between them he began to pull Zeb's clothing back up and fasten it as Zeb continued to laugh. Alexsandr couldn't entirely blame him. "Alright," Alexsandr said when he'd gotten Zeb covered to the waist. "Let's go home."
"Let's," Zeb agreed, laughter finally subsiding. His mouth was still stretched in a wide smile, his green eyes warm and fond. Alexsandr leaned up, stealing a kiss. Zeb complied readily, although this time they kept it from getting too heated.
"Sorry about that!" Alexsandr called to the others in the office as he dragged Zeb out the door a few moments later, and they whistled and called after him until the door closing cut them off.
Thankfully it wasn't far to their flat, and as soon as they were inside, both Alexsandr and Zeb were hurriedly shedding clothing. Zeb let Alexsandr pin him against the door, their mouths meeting for a fierce, sloppy kiss. Alexsandr deftly found Zeb's sheath, stroking along the wet slit, still partially opened with arousal. Groaning, Alexsandr fit a finger inside, teasing down into the wet heat.
"Go on," Zeb urged breathlessly, "give me more."
Alexsandr fumbled out of his trousers and pants, using Zeb's slick to roughly stroke himself the rest of the way hard. His tugging rubbed the head of his cock against the thicker fur of Zeb's lower belly, and he groaned at the delightful sensation. Carefully, he rearranged them, dragging his dripping tip along Zeb's wet slit. Zeb hummed softly, shifting a bit so the angle was right, then using his fingers to part his slit in offering.
"Yeah," Alexsandr breathed, then slowly pressed inside. No matter how much he wanted to hilt himself to the root, he restrained himself. While this took less overall preparation than when Zeb fucked him, it was still a delicate balance of finding pleasure without causing pain or injury. Finally, his cock slipped fully into the wet sheath between Zeb's legs, rubbing along Zeb's wet cock. They both groaned, breathing heavy at the slick-hot sensation. "Okay?" Alexsandr asked, gasping the question out as he fought not to just rut into Zeb.
"Good," Zeb promised, shifting slightly so his hips opened wider. His sheath squeezed around Alexsandr's cock, and Alexsandr groaned, rocking his hips. Zeb's breath hitched as Alexsandr pushed deeper, but it was a pleasured sound, not a pained one.
"Good," Alexsandr gasped. He rolled his hips again, slow and shallow, just enjoying the way Zeb's wet heat pulsed around him. Zeb rumbled and purred, soft sounds of pleasure dripping from his lips. Little undulations built into deeper thrusts, each punching breath from their lungs. Alexsandr leaned up, panting against Zeb's mouth, drinking in his soft chirps and moans.
"Yeah," Zeb encouraged, "like that." He pulled up one leg, his big paw cupping Alexsandr's ass and urging Alexsandr to fuck into him deeper, harder.
"Hnnnng," Alexsandr moaned, past words. They kissed roughly, Zeb's sharp incisors catching on Alexsandr's lips as they rutted together. Zeb's cock spilled out of his sheath and began to stiffen, rubbing up against Alexsandr's belly. They both groaned at the sensation. Alexsandr nipped at Zeb's lip, and Zeb growled eagerly, grinding down on Alexsandr's cock.
"Close," Zeb gasped out.
Alexsandr grunted, powerful legs driving him up into Zeb's heat. Zeb mewled, clasping tight. Alexsandr's rhythm stuttered. He went tense, hips pistoning as he came, seed pulsing into Zeb's sheath and then dripping back out, smearing wet-hot over Alexsandr's balls and thighs.
"Nnnnngg, Zeb," Alexsandr managed to gasp, rubbing his face into the short velvety on Zeb's neck and upper chest. Zeb reached between them, fisting his cock. He squeezed and pulled, working himself up and quickly over the edge. His seed splattered over Alexsandr's chest and stomach and dripped down his front, glazing the golden flesh.
Still balanced on one leg but leaning against the door, Zeb gathered Alexsandr close. They nuzzled together, snuffling affectionately at one another. Alexsandr softened, his cock slipping from Zeb's sheath, and Zeb softened too, his wet cock shrinking back into his come-drenched slit. They held one another for a little longer, until Alexsandr made a quiet sound of disgust and led them into the fresher. Zeb huffed quietly in amusement, and set their mousedroid to start cleaning the floor while they washed the mess from their bodies.
Once clean, they settled together on the big sofa, neither of them bothering with clothes. Alexsandr curled into Zeb's lap, a perfect fit, and let himself fully relax after his long assignment and warm welcome home.