Chapter 6
Shane enjoyed watching Whistle eat. The being ate with such enthusiasm – and with a look of total bliss on his face. He clearly savored every bite of his second meal ever. He made noises of appreciation that made Shane feel rather hot around the collar. He gulped and tried to concentrate on his own food, but it was impossible. Every time that Whistle moaned and whimpered, he shuddered and nearly lost it.
Finally, much to his relief, lunch was over. He cleared up the table (moving in a slow and rather awkward manner) while Whistle sat back in his chair with his crystalline-blue eyes half-lidded and one slim hand patting his stomach in contentment. “Your nourishment was very good, Shane,” he remarked. “Better even than the other.”
Shane smiled as he loaded the plates and silverware in the dishware. “I’m glad that you liked it, Whistle. Home cooking is almost always better than fast food – unless the person doing the cooking isn’t any good at it. Listen, I have to go and do some yardwork outside. Do you want to come out there with me?”
“Yes!” Whistle cried enthusiastically. He wanted to be anywhere that his Lamhulae was.
“Okay. You can sit on the yard swing. I’ll show you how to use it.”
The blonde followed him out into the front yard. Shane sat down on the swing, and demonstrated to Whistle how to make it swing back and forth. He looked fascinated, and when Shane got up again he sat down on it gingerly himself and used his feet to swing back and forth. An expression of delight ran over his face. Shane grinned and left him to his enjoyment, going to fetch some tools out of the shed around back so that he could trim his hedges, cut the grass, and weed the flowers in the beds. He always liked doing yardwork, and it was especially pleasant now that Whistle was here. As he worked he could hear giggles and gasps as the being tested the swing and found out how high he could go.
But finally Whistle grew tired of the swing, and came over to watch what Shane was doing. The human looked up from his weeding as Whistle came to stand over him. “Did you like the swing, Whistle?” he asked.
The blonde nodded vigorously. “It was very good! What are you doing, Shane?” he asked curiously, looking at the colorful flowers that the man was working around.
“Pulling up weeds. These things,” he held up a bunch of green plants.
“Why?” the being said next, looking puzzled.
“Because I want the flowers, these here,” Shane reached out a hand to lightly touch a red bloom, “To be able to grow without being crowded out. Which is what would happen if I allow the weeds to continue to grow in this flower bed.”
“Oh,” Whistle sank down into a crouch to be neared to Shane’s hands. “What will happen to these green things?” he asked, pointing at the heap of weeds.
Shane blinked. “I throw them away later,” he told the blonde.
“Throw them away? You discard them? Why?” he began to look upset, which puzzled Shane in turn.
“Uh…because they’re weeds,” he began.
“But they’re alive!” Whistle cried, looking even more upset. Worse, tears were welling up in his eyes again. “Will they not die if you ‘throw them away’?”
Shane sighed. He reached out to touch Whistle’s shoulder, feeling how tense he muscles were. “All right, Whistle,” he said. “I’ll replant them down by the road, I promise. They might still die, but at least they’ll have a chance. Okay?”
Whistle perked up at his words. “Thank you, Shane!” his face glowed, and the human took a deep breath before he leaned forward and closed his mouth over Whistle’s. he couldn’t help himself. The being was so cute when he was happy about something.
There was a startled sound against his lips, then Whistle scooched nearer to him and set slim hands on his shoulders. Clearly the being liked being kissed a lot. Shane wanted to groan in despair and lust as he plundered that sweet mouth once more. God, he could carry Whistle inside and take him to the bedroom right now! He’d ravish his beautiful Whistle over and over again all night long. His hands spanned the other man’s waist as he thrust his tongue into Whistle’s mouth. The being whimpered against his lips, opening his mouth even wider. Shane finally pulled back, breathing heavily. Whistle’s fair skin was flushed a dark pink color, and his blue eyes were dreamy. He closed his eyes and fought himself down. But that didn’t last long as Whistle said huskily: “I like it when you kiss me, Shane. It is very good.”
“Christ,” he muttered. “God, Whistle, you’re too much of a temptation. I don’t know how long I can control myself.”
A hand cupped the side of his face. “You do not have to control yourself with me, Shane,” the being replied softly. “I made this form just for you, so that we could merge in body as our energies already have. Besides…” his eyelids lowered a little in a shy manner, “I like it when you kiss me, Shane. I know that anything you do will be good.”
Oh, fuck. Helplessly Shane realized that he wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. Whistle’s innocently sexy words were battering at his already shaky resolve. “I…” he croaked. “I really want to touch you, Whistle.”
“Then touch me, Shane,” the being replied simply.
That was it. Yardwork was forgotten, as was everything else. He jumped to his feet and grabbed Whistle, making the being squeak a bit as he was picked up bodily. Then Shane carried him resolutely toward the house, looking deep into those fascinating blue eyes. The being smiled at him, making him groan in the back of his throat. He headed determinedly for his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. He took Whistle inside and set him on his feet. He looked down at the gorgeous creature that had come from worlds away just to be with him. Then he bent his head a bit and kissed Whistle once more.
He cupped the back of the blonde head as he tasted that sweetness for a long time. But finally he could take no more - he pulled back and said in a voice deepened by lust: “Whistle, raise your arms like this, he demonstrated, lifting his own arms into the air. The being did so obediently, then gasped a bit as he pulled the shirt off over Whistle’s head. God, that body! So perfect, the skin so fair and smooth-looking with only a scattering of very light-blonde hairs. The small pink nipples were rucked already, and he licked his lips like a hungry dog.
Whistle was looking up at him out of those innocent blue eyes, waiting to see what he’d do next. Shane’s hands were shaking as he reached out to unsnap the front of the jeans. He pulled them down off of those slim hips, revealing the beauty he’d already seen earlier when Whistle was wearing only that tattered garment around his hips. But this time he saw everything – the pale, curly blonde pubic hair that was a wispy down around a pair of tight-looking balls; long smooth thighs; and a spike of a cock rising up from between those thighs. Of course the being was not aware of his erection or sexual excitement. Not yet.
Shane knelt down in front of him, making Whistle ask: “Shane?”
He set his hands on those smooth thighs, caressing and stroking them. “Whistle. I’m going to touch you a lot,” he told the being. “All right?”
“Of course, Shane,” Whistle replied, total trust in his eyes.
This permission made him groan a bit. He leaned forward a bit and extended his tongue, lightly flicking it over the pink tip of Whistle’s cock. He was rewarded with a startled, pleasure-filled sound above his head. “Shane?” this time the question was astonished.
“I’m just touching you, Whistle,” he pointed out impishly. “Like this…” he ran his tongue in a swirl over the tip this time, making a palpable shiver course through Whistle’s body.
“Shane!” This cry made him feel masculine satisfaction. He could do this after all –making Whistle feel this way for the first time was getting his engines revving. He opened his mouth and sank down, taking in more as he began to show the being something marvelous and wonderful about his world.
Whistle wailed above his head as Shane began to move his mouth. Small, animal sounds were falling from his lips in a torrent as Shane sucked at him. He tasted so wonderful that Shane couldn’t get enough. He wanted to devour Whistle whole. He bobbed his head, finding a good rhythm as the being bucked his hips instinctively and cried out in wonder above his head. “Shane, Shane,” he whimpered as the human made him feel…feel…
Oh! A rush of something astonishing and amazing shot through Whistle, as it felt like his life energy was draining out of his body and into Shane’s mouth. What was? But he really didn’t care at this point; his whole body felt languid and limp. Shane’s hands caught him up and held him in the aftermath, stroking his sweat-sheened skin tenderly. The human kissed his face and neck, light, butterfly kisses. “Whistle,” he said. “Was that good?”
Good? Somehow that word didn’t seem to encompass that experience. He blinked up at Shane with bemused eyes. “Shane,” he croaked. “Shane…that was…better than food.”
Shane stared down at him, then began to chuckle. “You have a way with words, Whistle,” he remarked in amusement. He sat the being down on the edge of the bed, and began to pull his own clothing off. Whistle watched him, seeing Shane’s strong naked body emerge from the clothing. He liked the sight of it. His Lamhulae was perfectly-formed, at least in his opinion anyway. His eyes travelled over Shane’s body, only pausing for a short time on the human’s cock. He didn’t really associate those feelings he’d just had with his own penis, so he had no idea what that piece of flesh was for yet.
Shane came down onto the bed, pushing Whistle onto the spread under him. “I’m going to touch you some more, make you feel even better, Whistle,” he told the being.
Whistle looked hopeful. “Better?” he repeated.
Shane grinned lustily. “Yeah, better,” he growled. “Let me show you.”
And he did. A delirious Whistle experienced dozens of touches and kisses all over his body as Shane explored him. Skin slid against skin. His nipples were sucked on and pinched, his pale skin defiled with hickies here and there. Each touch made Whistle feel more and more as though his body were on fire. He shuddered and cried out, arching his back off the bed to offer himself even more to his Lamhulae. His own hands did some exploring as well, but only in a desperate, wild sort of way. His mind was gone, lost to Shane’s wonderful caresses. He found out yet again about the magic of the male organ as Shane stroked and sucked at it. But the human didn’t bring him to orgasm just yet; he had other plans for the lovely being.
These included rolling Whistle over and reveling in the prefect expanse of skin on his back and tight little ass; and also parting the cheeks of those firm buttocks and licking in a sensual, loving way at the pink treasure to be found there. Whistle gasped and mewled, his head flying back as his fingers tangled in the bedspread. He didn’t know what Shane was doing, but he didn’t care either. It felt so…so…there were no words in this awkward language! He screamed in his own language, like bells ringing through the bedroom.
Shane slid several slick fingers into Whistle’s tightness, watching as his Lamhulae squirmed and bit at his own soft pink lip in an instinctual gesture. God, his head was going to come off! He’d never felt like this before with any other guy he’d slept with. This was a thousand times hotter than any of those encounters. Maybe because of this bond they seemed to share, or because Whistle had formed himself into Shane’s perfect man – whatever the case, his cock was throbbing heavily. He needed to slide into Whistle before he embarrassed himself like a fourteen-year-old boy.
He reached for the lube again. He didn’t need condoms; Whistle’s body was virginal, and he himself had been tested not two months ago. And he hadn’t had a sexual encounter since then(he’d been in a major dry patch until Whistle arrived) so he knew that everything was all right. He urged Whistle onto his hands and knees, kissing the being’s spine and licking at the bones under the skin. “Whistle,” he said. “I’m going to do what you saw in my mind. This is what coupling is, at least between two men on this world. All right?”
The dazed, crystalline-blue eyes turned his way as the being looked over his shoulder at Shane. “Do something, Shane,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Shane groaned as he slicked himself up. Whistle was just so god damn sexy! That combination of innocence and sexuality was just explosive. He couldn’t resist it. He set the tip of his cock at the entrance to the being’s body, rubbing it over the pink ring of Whistle’s anus for a moment. The blonde made some small sound, and Shane pushed forward a bit. He groaned in pleasure as he began to sink inside. He heard a whimper of pain and forced himself to stop. His hands stroked Whistle’s flanks comfortingly.
“Shane,” the being gasped. “Shane. It…it doesn’t feel good!”
“I’m sorry, Whistle,” he moaned. “But it’s going to hurt at first. Please just trust me. It will get better, I promise.”
Whistle looked over his shoulder at Shane again. He felt his heart sink at the tears in those glorious eyes. He vowed not to move until Whistle felt no pain. But it was so damn hard! That tight heat was drawing him in inexorably. But he had to; that pink lower lip was trembling. So he suffered and waited patiently until Whistle finally sighed and relaxed a little. “Does it feel better, Whistle?” he asked.
“Yess,” the being sighed.
Shane felt relief. Very carefully and slowly he pushed more of himself into Whistle’s body. He was prepared to halt at the least sound of pain; but the blonde only gasped a bit at the unfamiliar feeling of being invaded. But since he had no idea that this might not be right(after all, if Shane wanted to do this to him it must be right of course) he was relaxed and totally trusting. Which meant that Shane could get into him much easier. Finally he slid home with a contented sigh, pausing as he ran his hands all over that gorgeous fair skin. “Whistle, you feel so good,” he groaned.
“Shane,” the being moaned.
He began to thrust. He couldn’t help himself. Fortunately for him, Whistle began to moan in a wavering way and hump himself back onto the thing pushing into him slowly but steadily. His back arched. “Shannneeee…” his voice was thick with amazement and desire.
“God,” Shane groaned, moving faster. This was so perfect, so great… Whistle felt so good around him. The blonde was clearly losing it, his body trembling. His cock was rigid, swinging back and forth between his thighs as Shane moved within him.
He swooped down and began to kiss and bite at the blonde’s back. One of his hands slid down to find Whistle’s cock. He took a hold of it and stroked it firmly, making the being cry out and shudder in his grasp. Strange little sounds were falling from Whistle’s lips, garbled things that made no sense. Shane jinked his hips, and the blonde under him let out a breathless cry and came once more. His semen spurted out over Shane’s caressing hand. This was too much or him to take, and he groaned as he found his own end within that lovely pale body under him.
Shane shuddered to a halt, his face pressed to Whistle’s back. He could hear the loud sound of the being’s breathing as he lay half-collapsed under Shane. He rubbed his face over that sweating expanse, feeling wonderful and replete. That had been the best thing that he’d ever experienced in his entire life. It was probably the same for Whistle – except that his life(at least on this world) so far was only a day-and-a-half. Shane felt blissful, and he knew that he’d thoroughly enjoy repeating this experience any time now. And he was totally sure that Whistle would as well.
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Shane enjoyed watching Whistle eat. The being ate with such enthusiasm – and with a look of total bliss on his face. He clearly savored every bite of his second meal ever. He made noises of appreciation that made Shane feel rather hot around the collar. He gulped and tried to concentrate on his own food, but it was impossible. Every time that Whistle moaned and whimpered, he shuddered and nearly lost it.
Finally, much to his relief, lunch was over. He cleared up the table (moving in a slow and rather awkward manner) while Whistle sat back in his chair with his crystalline-blue eyes half-lidded and one slim hand patting his stomach in contentment. “Your nourishment was very good, Shane,” he remarked. “Better even than the other.”
Shane smiled as he loaded the plates and silverware in the dishware. “I’m glad that you liked it, Whistle. Home cooking is almost always better than fast food – unless the person doing the cooking isn’t any good at it. Listen, I have to go and do some yardwork outside. Do you want to come out there with me?”
“Yes!” Whistle cried enthusiastically. He wanted to be anywhere that his Lamhulae was.
“Okay. You can sit on the yard swing. I’ll show you how to use it.”
The blonde followed him out into the front yard. Shane sat down on the swing, and demonstrated to Whistle how to make it swing back and forth. He looked fascinated, and when Shane got up again he sat down on it gingerly himself and used his feet to swing back and forth. An expression of delight ran over his face. Shane grinned and left him to his enjoyment, going to fetch some tools out of the shed around back so that he could trim his hedges, cut the grass, and weed the flowers in the beds. He always liked doing yardwork, and it was especially pleasant now that Whistle was here. As he worked he could hear giggles and gasps as the being tested the swing and found out how high he could go.
But finally Whistle grew tired of the swing, and came over to watch what Shane was doing. The human looked up from his weeding as Whistle came to stand over him. “Did you like the swing, Whistle?” he asked.
The blonde nodded vigorously. “It was very good! What are you doing, Shane?” he asked curiously, looking at the colorful flowers that the man was working around.
“Pulling up weeds. These things,” he held up a bunch of green plants.
“Why?” the being said next, looking puzzled.
“Because I want the flowers, these here,” Shane reached out a hand to lightly touch a red bloom, “To be able to grow without being crowded out. Which is what would happen if I allow the weeds to continue to grow in this flower bed.”
“Oh,” Whistle sank down into a crouch to be neared to Shane’s hands. “What will happen to these green things?” he asked, pointing at the heap of weeds.
Shane blinked. “I throw them away later,” he told the blonde.
“Throw them away? You discard them? Why?” he began to look upset, which puzzled Shane in turn.
“Uh…because they’re weeds,” he began.
“But they’re alive!” Whistle cried, looking even more upset. Worse, tears were welling up in his eyes again. “Will they not die if you ‘throw them away’?”
Shane sighed. He reached out to touch Whistle’s shoulder, feeling how tense he muscles were. “All right, Whistle,” he said. “I’ll replant them down by the road, I promise. They might still die, but at least they’ll have a chance. Okay?”
Whistle perked up at his words. “Thank you, Shane!” his face glowed, and the human took a deep breath before he leaned forward and closed his mouth over Whistle’s. he couldn’t help himself. The being was so cute when he was happy about something.
There was a startled sound against his lips, then Whistle scooched nearer to him and set slim hands on his shoulders. Clearly the being liked being kissed a lot. Shane wanted to groan in despair and lust as he plundered that sweet mouth once more. God, he could carry Whistle inside and take him to the bedroom right now! He’d ravish his beautiful Whistle over and over again all night long. His hands spanned the other man’s waist as he thrust his tongue into Whistle’s mouth. The being whimpered against his lips, opening his mouth even wider. Shane finally pulled back, breathing heavily. Whistle’s fair skin was flushed a dark pink color, and his blue eyes were dreamy. He closed his eyes and fought himself down. But that didn’t last long as Whistle said huskily: “I like it when you kiss me, Shane. It is very good.”
“Christ,” he muttered. “God, Whistle, you’re too much of a temptation. I don’t know how long I can control myself.”
A hand cupped the side of his face. “You do not have to control yourself with me, Shane,” the being replied softly. “I made this form just for you, so that we could merge in body as our energies already have. Besides…” his eyelids lowered a little in a shy manner, “I like it when you kiss me, Shane. I know that anything you do will be good.”
Oh, fuck. Helplessly Shane realized that he wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. Whistle’s innocently sexy words were battering at his already shaky resolve. “I…” he croaked. “I really want to touch you, Whistle.”
“Then touch me, Shane,” the being replied simply.
That was it. Yardwork was forgotten, as was everything else. He jumped to his feet and grabbed Whistle, making the being squeak a bit as he was picked up bodily. Then Shane carried him resolutely toward the house, looking deep into those fascinating blue eyes. The being smiled at him, making him groan in the back of his throat. He headed determinedly for his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. He took Whistle inside and set him on his feet. He looked down at the gorgeous creature that had come from worlds away just to be with him. Then he bent his head a bit and kissed Whistle once more.
He cupped the back of the blonde head as he tasted that sweetness for a long time. But finally he could take no more - he pulled back and said in a voice deepened by lust: “Whistle, raise your arms like this, he demonstrated, lifting his own arms into the air. The being did so obediently, then gasped a bit as he pulled the shirt off over Whistle’s head. God, that body! So perfect, the skin so fair and smooth-looking with only a scattering of very light-blonde hairs. The small pink nipples were rucked already, and he licked his lips like a hungry dog.
Whistle was looking up at him out of those innocent blue eyes, waiting to see what he’d do next. Shane’s hands were shaking as he reached out to unsnap the front of the jeans. He pulled them down off of those slim hips, revealing the beauty he’d already seen earlier when Whistle was wearing only that tattered garment around his hips. But this time he saw everything – the pale, curly blonde pubic hair that was a wispy down around a pair of tight-looking balls; long smooth thighs; and a spike of a cock rising up from between those thighs. Of course the being was not aware of his erection or sexual excitement. Not yet.
Shane knelt down in front of him, making Whistle ask: “Shane?”
He set his hands on those smooth thighs, caressing and stroking them. “Whistle. I’m going to touch you a lot,” he told the being. “All right?”
“Of course, Shane,” Whistle replied, total trust in his eyes.
This permission made him groan a bit. He leaned forward a bit and extended his tongue, lightly flicking it over the pink tip of Whistle’s cock. He was rewarded with a startled, pleasure-filled sound above his head. “Shane?” this time the question was astonished.
“I’m just touching you, Whistle,” he pointed out impishly. “Like this…” he ran his tongue in a swirl over the tip this time, making a palpable shiver course through Whistle’s body.
“Shane!” This cry made him feel masculine satisfaction. He could do this after all –making Whistle feel this way for the first time was getting his engines revving. He opened his mouth and sank down, taking in more as he began to show the being something marvelous and wonderful about his world.
Whistle wailed above his head as Shane began to move his mouth. Small, animal sounds were falling from his lips in a torrent as Shane sucked at him. He tasted so wonderful that Shane couldn’t get enough. He wanted to devour Whistle whole. He bobbed his head, finding a good rhythm as the being bucked his hips instinctively and cried out in wonder above his head. “Shane, Shane,” he whimpered as the human made him feel…feel…
Oh! A rush of something astonishing and amazing shot through Whistle, as it felt like his life energy was draining out of his body and into Shane’s mouth. What was? But he really didn’t care at this point; his whole body felt languid and limp. Shane’s hands caught him up and held him in the aftermath, stroking his sweat-sheened skin tenderly. The human kissed his face and neck, light, butterfly kisses. “Whistle,” he said. “Was that good?”
Good? Somehow that word didn’t seem to encompass that experience. He blinked up at Shane with bemused eyes. “Shane,” he croaked. “Shane…that was…better than food.”
Shane stared down at him, then began to chuckle. “You have a way with words, Whistle,” he remarked in amusement. He sat the being down on the edge of the bed, and began to pull his own clothing off. Whistle watched him, seeing Shane’s strong naked body emerge from the clothing. He liked the sight of it. His Lamhulae was perfectly-formed, at least in his opinion anyway. His eyes travelled over Shane’s body, only pausing for a short time on the human’s cock. He didn’t really associate those feelings he’d just had with his own penis, so he had no idea what that piece of flesh was for yet.
Shane came down onto the bed, pushing Whistle onto the spread under him. “I’m going to touch you some more, make you feel even better, Whistle,” he told the being.
Whistle looked hopeful. “Better?” he repeated.
Shane grinned lustily. “Yeah, better,” he growled. “Let me show you.”
And he did. A delirious Whistle experienced dozens of touches and kisses all over his body as Shane explored him. Skin slid against skin. His nipples were sucked on and pinched, his pale skin defiled with hickies here and there. Each touch made Whistle feel more and more as though his body were on fire. He shuddered and cried out, arching his back off the bed to offer himself even more to his Lamhulae. His own hands did some exploring as well, but only in a desperate, wild sort of way. His mind was gone, lost to Shane’s wonderful caresses. He found out yet again about the magic of the male organ as Shane stroked and sucked at it. But the human didn’t bring him to orgasm just yet; he had other plans for the lovely being.
These included rolling Whistle over and reveling in the prefect expanse of skin on his back and tight little ass; and also parting the cheeks of those firm buttocks and licking in a sensual, loving way at the pink treasure to be found there. Whistle gasped and mewled, his head flying back as his fingers tangled in the bedspread. He didn’t know what Shane was doing, but he didn’t care either. It felt so…so…there were no words in this awkward language! He screamed in his own language, like bells ringing through the bedroom.
Shane slid several slick fingers into Whistle’s tightness, watching as his Lamhulae squirmed and bit at his own soft pink lip in an instinctual gesture. God, his head was going to come off! He’d never felt like this before with any other guy he’d slept with. This was a thousand times hotter than any of those encounters. Maybe because of this bond they seemed to share, or because Whistle had formed himself into Shane’s perfect man – whatever the case, his cock was throbbing heavily. He needed to slide into Whistle before he embarrassed himself like a fourteen-year-old boy.
He reached for the lube again. He didn’t need condoms; Whistle’s body was virginal, and he himself had been tested not two months ago. And he hadn’t had a sexual encounter since then(he’d been in a major dry patch until Whistle arrived) so he knew that everything was all right. He urged Whistle onto his hands and knees, kissing the being’s spine and licking at the bones under the skin. “Whistle,” he said. “I’m going to do what you saw in my mind. This is what coupling is, at least between two men on this world. All right?”
The dazed, crystalline-blue eyes turned his way as the being looked over his shoulder at Shane. “Do something, Shane,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Shane groaned as he slicked himself up. Whistle was just so god damn sexy! That combination of innocence and sexuality was just explosive. He couldn’t resist it. He set the tip of his cock at the entrance to the being’s body, rubbing it over the pink ring of Whistle’s anus for a moment. The blonde made some small sound, and Shane pushed forward a bit. He groaned in pleasure as he began to sink inside. He heard a whimper of pain and forced himself to stop. His hands stroked Whistle’s flanks comfortingly.
“Shane,” the being gasped. “Shane. It…it doesn’t feel good!”
“I’m sorry, Whistle,” he moaned. “But it’s going to hurt at first. Please just trust me. It will get better, I promise.”
Whistle looked over his shoulder at Shane again. He felt his heart sink at the tears in those glorious eyes. He vowed not to move until Whistle felt no pain. But it was so damn hard! That tight heat was drawing him in inexorably. But he had to; that pink lower lip was trembling. So he suffered and waited patiently until Whistle finally sighed and relaxed a little. “Does it feel better, Whistle?” he asked.
“Yess,” the being sighed.
Shane felt relief. Very carefully and slowly he pushed more of himself into Whistle’s body. He was prepared to halt at the least sound of pain; but the blonde only gasped a bit at the unfamiliar feeling of being invaded. But since he had no idea that this might not be right(after all, if Shane wanted to do this to him it must be right of course) he was relaxed and totally trusting. Which meant that Shane could get into him much easier. Finally he slid home with a contented sigh, pausing as he ran his hands all over that gorgeous fair skin. “Whistle, you feel so good,” he groaned.
“Shane,” the being moaned.
He began to thrust. He couldn’t help himself. Fortunately for him, Whistle began to moan in a wavering way and hump himself back onto the thing pushing into him slowly but steadily. His back arched. “Shannneeee…” his voice was thick with amazement and desire.
“God,” Shane groaned, moving faster. This was so perfect, so great… Whistle felt so good around him. The blonde was clearly losing it, his body trembling. His cock was rigid, swinging back and forth between his thighs as Shane moved within him.
He swooped down and began to kiss and bite at the blonde’s back. One of his hands slid down to find Whistle’s cock. He took a hold of it and stroked it firmly, making the being cry out and shudder in his grasp. Strange little sounds were falling from Whistle’s lips, garbled things that made no sense. Shane jinked his hips, and the blonde under him let out a breathless cry and came once more. His semen spurted out over Shane’s caressing hand. This was too much or him to take, and he groaned as he found his own end within that lovely pale body under him.
Shane shuddered to a halt, his face pressed to Whistle’s back. He could hear the loud sound of the being’s breathing as he lay half-collapsed under Shane. He rubbed his face over that sweating expanse, feeling wonderful and replete. That had been the best thing that he’d ever experienced in his entire life. It was probably the same for Whistle – except that his life(at least on this world) so far was only a day-and-a-half. Shane felt blissful, and he knew that he’d thoroughly enjoy repeating this experience any time now. And he was totally sure that Whistle would as well.
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