Page 44 of Solomon's Ransom
Samae smacked the table in victory. “I knew it! Wow, I love to be right.”
“You’re insane,” Sol said, but he was looking at Remma again, and he couldn’t seem to stop smiling.
The party showed no signs of slowing down even late into the evening hours. Sol wasn’t ordinarily one to ditch a party in full swing, but he had other things on his agenda. When Samae got up to get another drink, Sol took the chance to slip out of the mess hall and back to his room. He caught Remma’s eye on the way out. Message sent and received.
A few minutes later he heard a knock on his door and went to let Remma in. Remma leaned in the doorway, smiling, looking relaxed and happy. Sol was pretty sure human alcohol didn’t have any effect on him, but he seemed a little drunk anyway.
“Get in here,” Sol said, and hauled him inside by the front of his shirt.
Remma had never been in his room before—Sol had always sought him out, not the other way around—but Sol had no interest in giving a tour. There was nothing interesting to see, anyway: his bed, his closet, his single shelf of knick-knacks and mementos. If Remma wanted to snoop around, he could do that in the morning. Sol was on a mission.
He dragged Remma down for a kiss. Remma’s mouth was soft against his aside from the sharp points of his teeth, a delightful contrast. Sol wanted him in every possible way—to make Remma his, body, heart, and soul.
Remma muttered his name and held him close, his hands clutching at Sol’s hips and sliding down to his ass, hungry and possessive. “I can’t wait to have you,” he said between kisses. “Your ass?—”
“Whataboutmy ass,” Sol said, pleased by the flattery but also just wanting to get on with it. He didn’t quite know why he felt so urgent; they had all the time in the world now, as many days or months or years as they wanted to spend together. Decades; the rest of their lives. He was frantic anyway. He wanted Remma in bed, inside him already.
They stumbled toward the bed, trading sloppy kisses and tearing at each other’s clothes. Sol shoved Remma down onto the mattress and dug the lube out of his chest of drawers. It was almost empty, but there was enough to get them through tonight. He tossed the tube onto the blankets and climbed on top.
Remma had managed to get himself undressed. His slit was flushed and slightly swollen. Sol was still learning about this part of him, but that was for sure a good sign. He smoothed his hand over it and Remma sighed and wriggled into a more comfortable position.
“Feels good,” Remma said. “You going to get me ready for you?”
“That’s the idea,” Sol said. His mouth was dry. He liked having Remma spread out for him like this, turned on and wanting more. And he liked that Remma trusted him with this, letting Sol explore his body instead of concealing it, taking his time instead of forcing his cock out before it was ready. The sex had always been good, but it just kept getting better.
He played with Remma’s slit for a few minutes, dipping his fingers in, stroking the swollen rim. Remma went breathless and heavy-lidded and began rocking into Sol’s touch. Before long his cock slid out and rested on his belly, huge and slick, always bigger than Sol remembered.
“Okay,” Remma said. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
He put Sol on his hands and knees and then just sat back and watched while Sol got himself ready. Sol hid his burning face in the pillow as he fingered his asshole open. Remma stroked Sol’s ass and the backs of his thighs and made appreciative noises like Sol was his own private pornography. Sol felt like his entire body was throbbing in time with his heartbeat as he slid his fingers as deep as they would go.
“I love to watch you,” Remma said, so raw and earnest that Sol had to squeeze his eyes shut from a combination of embarrassment and giddy delight.
He and Remma had fucked enough on board the ship that Sol knew he didn’t need to be too diligent with his prep work. He tossed the lube backward toward Remma and said, “Slick it up, big guy.”
“Big guy,” Remma muttered disparagingly, but Sol heard the cap pop open, so at least Remma knew what was good for him.
He wrapped his arms around the pillow and focused on his breathing as he listened to the wet sounds of Remma lubing his cock. His own dick hung between his thighs, hard and throbbing, the head dragging on the rumpled sheets. He moved his hips for some friction, forward and back, until Remma smacked his ass and said, “Hold still.”
“You’re taking too long,” Sol complained.
“You’d think you’d be appreciative,” Remma said. He nudged the head of his cock against Sol’s hole, drawing agonizing circles with the tip. “Just for that I shouldn’t give you what you want.”
“You want it too, though,” Sol said, pushing his hips backward, feeling Remma begin to sink in before drawing away. “You can’t pretend you don’t.”
“You’re right,” Remma said. “Deep breath, then,” but he didn’t really wait for Sol to brace himself before he shoved in.
Sol made a truly humiliating noise, sort of a high-pitched squeak, as Remma worked his way in with far less care than usual. It was like now that Remma was assured of Sol’s feelings he was going to take what he wanted and assume Sol would say something if he objected.
Sol did not, in fact, object.
“My sweetheart,” Remma said to him, hands on Sol’s hips, rocking back and forth to stuff his giant cock into Sol’s asshole. “You’re doing so well. Just relax.”
“Youtry relaxing,” Sol said, “while some huge alien is splitting you open,” but okay, he was being dramatic. Remma wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. It was just a lot, every time, but that was part of what was so good about it: pushing his body to his limits, learning what he was able to take.
He was so hard. He was going to come so fast. And Remma was no help, nudging his cock right against Sol’s prostate, winding him tighter and tighter. Sol rubbed his face against the pillow, trying to let out some of the feeling. It didn’t really help. He moaned; that did help, a little bit, but not enough to make much of a difference.
“Oh, have mercy,” Sol said, and Remma chuckled warmly and didn’t slow down at all.