Page 11 of Slithery Heat

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AFTERCARE

The little human was healing too fast. Siurin caught himself wishing the omega would be more tired and helpless so Siurin could take care of him some more.

What an abominable, selfish thought!

Gideon had made it through his heat without any complications whatsoever and given birth to twelve large eggs. He’d been amazing—patient, brave, and wonderfully sensual. He deserved Siurin’s gratitude and utmost respect.

The sweet suction around Siurin’s feeding tentacle intensified. Gideon didn’t like being penetrated now—he was recovering—but he enjoyed other types of stimulation. Gazing at the omega’s pretty face and how his plush lips stretched around the girth of Siurin’s feeding appendage, Siurin reached down to the omega’s groin. He used his limbs to knead Gideon’s balls and stroke his cock while he circled the closed little opening between Gideon’s ass cheeks.

That incredible place. So tiny and innocent. But it had stretched and opened so wide that Siurin could stuff his entire ovipositor inside. He’d never known such pleasure.

Siurin had been highly sexually active for the past ten years or so. Humans were ridiculously eager and easy to seduce, so what was he to do on Saturday evenings? Sit alone in his apartment and answer emails? He’d fucked dozens of omegas. Sometimes several at the same time—he had the equipment for it, after all.

Gideon was different.

He smelled and tasted differently. But he also looked at Siurin as if he truly saw him. It was the most fascinating thing. Siurin wasn’t used to experiencing anything other than physical connection with his sexual partners. Most omegas looked at his human form with the hazy gaze of mindless arousal. They didn’t see the real him. They didn’t want to. When he transformed, some looked at him with aroused fear, and others closed their eyes and lost themselves in pleasure. But they didn’t care about who he was and what he thought. They just wanted the unusual stimulation a human alpha couldn’t provide.

Gideon did care. He asked questions and gazed at Siurin like he truly wanted to know him.

And Siurin realized he felt the same.

He liked this human. He was invested in Gideon’s well-being—at least when he wasn’t selfishly wishing for Gideon to need him more.

When Gideon swallowed the last dose of nourishment, Siurin didn’t wait for an invitation to lick into the omega’s mouth. He kissed Gideon, rejoicing when his surrogate responded with enthusiasm. He made Gideon come stroking his cock and his hole on the outside and kept kissing him, petting the frail little body.

“Can I suck your cock?” Gideon whispered when they broke their kiss. “I want to make you come too.”

This wasn’t in the guide for successful gene propagation. He should be helping his surrogate with everyday tasks, not touching him intimately.

But he’d forever regret it if he’d said no.

He rose above Gideon and offered him his ovipositor. After only a few licks of Gideon’s nimble tongue, the bud at the top bloomed and the opening in the middle widened. When Gideon licked inside, stroking the length, Siurin let himself be swept away.

“You’re so very sweet, my beautiful. Giving me such joy.”

My beautiful. My precious. My little omega.

If only!

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Gideon was reading. They had ten hours or so before they needed to vacate the suite. They would spend the night and leave in the morning.

Siurin pretended to work, but his attention was on Gideon.

He’d been trying to find advice online about what he wanted to ask, but most available Vaellian materials on omega seduction circled around either one-time sex or communication leading to oviposition. Siurin wanted neither of those things.

“Gideon, I have a question.”

“I can’t do more than suck you off.” Gideon gave him a regretful smile. “I would love to, but my hole is like sandpaper right now. I’m sorry.”

Stretching his neck, Siurin let his upper limbs change into their natural form. He had to admit that he was more comfortable that way. In hindsight, he found Gideon’s comparison to changing into homewear fitting. “Um. I’d always say yes to you stimulating my ovipositor with your mouth,” he said slowly. “It’s one of the loveliest experiences of my lifetime. But my question is not related to sex. Or, not right now, at least.”

Gideon put his book aside. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“Tomorrow morning, we’re supposed to go our separate ways.” He paused, thinking how to phrase his request so he wouldn’t scare the human or upset him.

“I know. We must leave at nine. I have my alarm set to seven thirty.”

“Yes, we must vacate the suite. But…um. After we leave here, I’d like to have continued reunions with you, at suitable intervals.”

Gideon parted his mouth, but his expression didn’t otherwise change. He wasn’t visibly upset, but he didn’t look excited either. This was so difficult!

“I’ve had various types of relationships in the past with many human omegas and even a few alphas,” Siurin explained. “They were satisfying. My biological needs were met. But you excite me more than any of them, and I enjoy it very much when I’m allowed to penetrate you. I don’t like the…version of the future where I can’t spend time with you anymore.”

Gideon remained silent, frowning at Siurin. “Do you want us to keep seeing each other?” he asked after an excruciating pause.

“Yes. On a voluntary basis.” He winced inwardly at his own words. What other option was there? He should have prepared better for this, dammit.

“For sex?” The question came out neutral.

Siurin fidgeted, curling the tips of his tentacles. He never fidgeted anymore, not since he’d been an adolescent. He forced himself to stay still. “I mean, sex is an important part of the kind of relationship I’d like to have with you. I desire you intensely and would find it difficult to spend time with you without the possibility of sexual release. But we will engage in other activities as well. I’d like to learn more about your likes and dislikes and the way your mind functions. I like the things you say, and I think I’d enjoy having longer and more engaging exchanges with you than what your hormonal condition has allowed. I assume that if we visit intellectually stimulating events or places, we will converse about them, correct? I enjoy human food, and I assume you do as well since you are…um… human. So we can maybe visit restaurants together as well and give in to other types of pleasures aside from sex.”

The frown only deepened. Gideon’s eyes narrowed, and his lips stretched in a flat line.

“I’m finding it very hard to ascertain your reaction to my suggestion,” Siurin admitted.

Gideon’s mouth twitched. Was he amused?

“I’m sorry, Siurin. I’m not entirely sure I follow. Are you asking me on a date, or are you trying to negotiate some kind of no-strings sex arrangement with me?”

“A date would be rather disappointing. I’ve dated before. I didn’t find it fulfilling. An arrangement? I mean, it could be an arrangement. But the strings would be…attached, so to speak.”

Now Gideon’s cheeks grew pink. He seemed to be smiling but very subtly.

“What kinds of strings?”

“I’d like to see you twice a week at least. It’s not necessary when you’re busy, but I’d prefer it. If we enjoy each other’s company, we could increase the frequency, or you could maybe stay at my house for the weekend. I’m open to negotiations about frequency and locations in general. I would prefer it if, while you are seeing me and having sex with me at regular intervals, neither of us would engage in sexual relations with others. I find that the thought of you having sex with someone else bothers me, especially if it were another Vaellian.”

“So you want to have sex with me, spend time with me, and get to know me. And you don’t want us to have sex with anybody else but each other.”

It was so simple when Gideon said it like that. “Yes, please. That would be lovely.”

“That’s what we call dating.”

“Oh, I know that. Like I said, I’ve been on what people call dates. But there are so many different meanings people attach to words, sometimes contradictory. I wanted to be clear with you. I care about your opinion of me.”

Gideon stood and walked over to Siurin. He sat sideways on Siurin’s lower tentacles and stroked his hands over Siurin’s torso. The easy familiarity of the touch stole Siurin’s thoughts. No human had ever approached him like this, with such ease.

He decided he liked it. He wanted more of it. He lifted four tentacles and gently wrapped them around Gideon’s back. “I’d like to do more of this too,” he hurried to explain. “Touches that aren’t necessarily sexual.”

Smiling, Gideon pressed a kiss to the side of Siurin’s face. “I’d like that too. This is what we’re going to do. We’ll go out together, to dinner or to a museum maybe, and if we feel like it, I’ll come to your house with you and have sex with you. And if we like that, we’ll do it again. Maybe I’ll stay the night. Or you can come to my place the next time. We’ll get to know each other and see if we still like each other’s company.”

“If we do?”

“We’ll spend even more time together.”

“And you won’t have sex with others.”

“No. I won’t.” Another tender kiss. “Do you feel possessive of me, Siurin?”

“I think I do. In any case, I worry about your safety. Someone else could easily touch you in the wrong way and hurt you. But if you’re only with me, I can protect you. You’re very small and fragile.”

Gideon laughed softly. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Very much. Like I said, you are highly attractive to me.”

“You’re not so bad either.”

Leaning in, Gideon kissed his lips, and when Siurin opened his mouth, Gideon sucked on the tip of his tongue. A warm feeling spread inside him, and his tentacles tightened around the little human seemingly of their own volition.

My omega. My precious.

Maybe if Siurin did things right, one day he could put his eggs inside Gideon again.

He liked the prospect very much.