He’s hot inside, and at this angle, even with my arms working against gravity, I can go deep. His limbs are locked so he doesn’t crush me, but he can move just enough to jerk his seam down onto my fingers, fucking himself down onto me, needing me deeper inside him like he needs me there, and damn, if that doesn’t make me squirm. His insides feels weird. There’s no human body part I can compare it to. His seam swallows my hand, wrist, all the way to almost my elbow, liquid pooling out down over my suit-covered forearm, dripping down onto the floor in a thick puddle. He vents a whole load of steam that curls and spirals in the amber-lit air. His fluid splatters up my shoulder, over my front, splatters over the helmet of my suit, and there’s so little pressure against my crotch that I just jerk my hips up ineffectually, my knees protesting all the while, until I finally remember what I’m actually here to do.
He’s—distracting, is the problem. For every piece of carapace I manage to remove, he vents more steam and gulps around my forearm, and then I remember to punch upwards, hear him squirm and clench around me. Then I remember that there’s carapace to pull, and so the cycle continues. Never mind my own neglected dick, my hot breath, the fact the water bottle on the inside of my suit is dripping down my front, that I can taste my own sweat. Nah. It’s all Rocky. Always is.
Slowly the gulping around my arm begins to slow, the liquid turning from a stream to splashes to the occasional dribble. He’s making deep groaning noises like whale documentaries, and he’s hot all around me, as I pull his carapace off, something strangely satisfying in it, like I’m making him clean and fresh and new again.
But my arm are starting to ache. I yank the rest of his underside bare as his jerks turn to twitches, the liquid turning only to drops. Slowly, I begin to withdraw my arm—carefully, now, because he’s probably horribly overstimulated—and he helps me, his body pushing me out, no longer hungry or horny enough to gnaw on my fingers. Once we’re separated again he wobbles away, leaking mercury footprints after himself, and collapses by my side.
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