#jaalxliam

Jaal Ama Darav, Liam Kosta 28.04.2017 by strix567

Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

“Nobody has ever fucked me like you do.”

“Is this fucking?” Jaal asks curiously, like he’s not driving Liam wild with slow rolls of his hips. “I thought that was a more...violent act. More...forceful.”

“If you don’t think this is forceful,” Liam shoves himself down, hissing at the stretch of Jaal’s cock inside him, “then I’m scared to think--ah, shit, yeah, right there--think what is.”

“This is….tender. I do not feel rushed.”

“Yeah, no, I can tell.” Liam can’t help the tease, not right now.

Jaal’s splayed on the couch like a King, thighs wide to brace Liam’s weight, leaning against the back of it to thrust upwards. He looks indulgent and soft as he drives Liam out of his mind, urges him towards orgasm with almost lazy movements.

It doesn’t take a lot of effort, though, admittedly. Not when Jaal’s cock is the perfect balance between ‘just enough’ and ‘bit too much’, liberally slicked with careful hands and keeping a delicious rhythm.

Liam’s first foray into alien sex is going...about as well as he thought it might. However--

“Ruined me for anyone else,” Liam’s breath catches as Jaal wraps one big hand around his leaking cock, jerking him with steady and careful motions.

The biolectrics alone are making him shake and shudder, movements almost frantic as he chases down his own end.

“I am assuming the incorrect response to that is good, right?”

“No, it’s--it’s so good.”

Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

Liam hits the mat in a whirl of limbs, ass over elbows before Jaal’s bulk comes down atop him. He finds himself gasping for air, pressed down tight into the floor, one arm shooting out to tap quickly.

“I give, I give!”

Jaal doesn’t tease--though he’d be within his rights to, Liam lasted all of about five seconds before he went down--instead levering his weight up. Not away, but far enough that Liam can twist under him, still pinned down by the breadth of his shoulders, the intensity of his gaze. The heat of adrenaline twists in his stomach when he drags a slow look over Jaal’s starry eyes, the way his cheeks are flushed, the small pants for breath.

Fight turns to fuck somewhere in his hindbrain and Liam relishes the way Jaal yelps when he rolls his thickening cock against one massive thigh.

“Sorry,” he’s not, they both know it, but Liam pairs it with an easy grin. “Guess I’ve got a thing.”

“What part of being thrown around in the name of sparring arouses you?” Jaal’s voice curves around the syllables, making the sentence a symphony, and Liam doesn’t fight the shiver it causes.

“I just,” he shrugs, small and unconcerned, confidant in the next grind upwards. “I feel so horny and helpless when you dominate me. Doesn’t work for anyone else, so I can’t call it a fetish, I don’t think. Maybe just a...Jaal-specific kink.”

Jaal growls then, chest vibrating with the bass of it, seizing Liam to flip him onto his stomach. The sparring room is barely private, set up in the corner of engineering, and nobody is gonna think they’re just grappling if they walk in. But Liam doesn’t care, too busy arching into the heavy press of Jaal’s cock into his lower back.

If he gets his knees under him, he’ll be able to push his ass into the thick bulge. Totally worth the twisting and turning it’d take.

Jaal doesn’t allow it though, grabbing for his wrists to pin them down, lips brushing the curve of Liam’s ear.

“I won, did I not? What is that human phrase...the victor gets the spoils?”

“Am I some sort of prize?” Liam huffs, before groaning low when Jaal’s next thrust grinds his cock into the unforgiving surface of the mat.

Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

Jaal has never felt so...weak before. Allia lit a fire in him, something that made him stronger, made him more than what he was. Liam is...different. In so many ways. And similar in so many as well. But he does not spark flames in Jaal’s chest like his past loves did.

No--he extinguishes them. With shocking ease.

The barest look, the tilt of a coy smile across a crowded room, the bump of a shoulder against his in moments where Jaal feels ungrounded. It all drags him down, weakens his knees and his heart and his mind until he feels as though he’s floating. Not in contact with the ground itself. Tethered to the world by Liam’s gaze alone.

“You destroy me.” Jaal groans, burying his face in the nape of Liam’s neck, hands greedily stroking up and down his sides.

Liam laughs, happy and joyful and disarming, capturing Jaal’s hands in his and sliding them around until they’re resting on his stomach. He tips his head back and to the side, resting it on Jaal’s shoulder, and Jaal takes the opportunity to nip at the pulse beneath his jaw.

“In a good way, I hope?”

“Knowing that you can completely overpower me--bring me to my knees with little more than a swing of your hips--” Jaal hums, voice dropping as he grinds his cock into the curve of Liam’s ass. “It makes me...so crazy horny.”

“More human slang,” Liam chuckles, but he arches back, rubbing against him playfully. “You’re getting better at it, I’ll give you that.”

“I’m getting better at many things.”

“Well, not to instigate,” Liam turns his head, catches his eye with a grin. “But that sounds like a challenge. Show me?”