Page 27 of Solomon's Ransom

As he kept going, the slit swelled and darkened, and began to spread apart. Sol dipped his fingers inside and was surprised to find it was slick. He drew his fingers out and sniffed them. The scent was salty and a little piney, a lot like Remma’s body odor. There was nothing repellent about it.

Remma was watching him, arms still folded beneath his head.

Hesitantly, Sol licked his fingers. They tasted how they smelled, a little bitter but not bad.

“You don’t have to do that,” Remma said, reaching up for him.

“I know I don’t.” Sol pulled his hand out of Remma’s reach. “I’m curious. I didn’t know it got wet.”

“Easier for my dick to slide out that way, I guess. It wouldn’t be too comfortable if it were dry.” Remma lay back again in the same position. His eyes were lidded in a way that Sol recognized as indicating mild embarrassment. How could he possibly be bashful after all the things they’d done together? It was sweet that he was, a thought Sol pulled away from. He and Remma had fun together, but it wouldn’t ever be more than that.

He returned his hand to Remma’s slit, thrilled by how it continued to soften at his touch. The interior was dark and gleaming with slick. Sol slid his fingers inside, down to the second joint, and at the bottom he felt something blunt and smooth, the head of Remma’s cock.

“Is that it?” he asked, rubbing his fingers against it, and Remma nodded. “Will it come out on its own?”

“Yeah. Just keep—doing that, it’ll. Soon.” Remma sounded out of breath.

“It doesn’t usually take this long,” Sol said. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No. I usually, uh. Push it out before it’s really ready.”

Sol frowned at him. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t want you to get impatient while you’re waiting. Plus I thought—” Remma made a vague gesture with one hand. “I guess I didn’t think you’d be very interested in my slit.”

“You were trying to keep me from noticing it too much, you mean. You thought I’d be weirded out?”

“Humans don’t have one. So I didn’t know.” Remma grinned, a flash of teeth. “But I’m glad to have been wrong. It feels really good when it comes out on its own.”

“So you’ve been depriving yourself. We can’t have that.” Sol pulled his fingers out and stroked at Remma’s slit, top to bottom, letting his fingers press inside as he went. He wasn’t playing around anymore; he wanted to watch Remma’s face as his cock slid out, to see Remma’s face go loose and open with pleasure.

Remma’s slit parted further as Sol teased at it. Inside, Sol could see Remma’s cock emerging. Remma grunted, then drew in a sharp breath, and in one smooth glide his cock slid all the way out to rest hard and heavy on his stomach.

Sol drew in a breath of his own. Looking at Remma’s cock always made him think of being fucked by it: how big it was, how deep it went in his body. That was off the table now, with no lube on hand, but he was tingling anyway, hard in his own pants and eager for whatever he could get.

He sat up and straddled Remma’s hips. Remma’s cock looked obscene, the root framed by the dark opening of his slit, the head dragging against the bottom of his ribs.

“You’re hard,” Remma said. He fumbled with the tie of Sol’s pants, picking at the knot with the tips of his claws.

Sol pushed his hands away and did it himself. “Of course I’m hard. Are you kidding? You’re just really—” He couldn’t think of the right word. He liked Remma more than he wanted to. It would be hard saying goodbye to him if he ever got off this ship and went home.

He didn’t want to think about any of that.

He pushed his pants down far enough to get his dick out. Remma was watching him with a hungry look, gaze focused on Sol’s crotch like his puny human cock was anything worth getting excited about. Maybe it was just the novelty.

“Find some lube,” Sol said. “Or oil. We can get creative.”

“You aren’t food,” Remma said. “My delicious roasted fish. My crispy potato.”

“You aren’t funny,” Sol said, even though he was grinning, because he loved it when Remma was playful with him. He couldn’t help it.

“Then come here and shut me up,” Remma said, reaching for him.

Sol went.

Pressing their cocks together was enough to make him moan. The feeling of Remma’s body against him, so warm and so much bigger, had his toes curling against the sheets. He reached down to feel the shape of Remma’s cock beneath his own—how small his own was in comparison, almost embarrassing but in a way that always turned him on. He liked feeling small next to Remma and didn’t want to think too hard about what that meant.

Remma’s hands settled on his hips. “You doing the work?”