#katon ur dispatch

he plopped himself down on the stool next to you with a thud, the chair creaking and threatening to break. his downcast expression found you, his eyes searching your features.

"greetings," he spoke with almost comical sadness. "have you ever had your heart figuratively torn from your body?"

"no," you replied flatly, voice, or rather voices, coming in slightly delayed one after the other. "are you urgon?"

he blinked at you, brows furrowing in interest. "yes, i am. i am aware i am quite ugly for my kind, but... oh, do you think that is why blonde blazer broke up with me?"

"i do not know that name," you replied, taking another long sip. "you are not ugly."

"you do not need to spare my feelings," he recited, slamming a fist against his heart. "i have already have them hurting. unless, you are already insulting me."

your lips twitched at him. "i do not spare feelings. why would i do such a thing?"

he studied you, face sinking into his hand. "you are... quite pretty."

"thank you," you replied, eyes flickering over him. "you are quite breedable."

one of the men accompanying the urgon choked on his drink, coughing vigorously as he walked away from the bartop.

"what did i say?" you questioned aloud, staring as the man left -- head turning nearly a full 180° to follow him. you sighed, tracing the rim of your glass mournfully. "i do not understand humans sometimes."

"neither do i," the urgon abruptly brightened, a sense of glimmer entering those large eyes. "their customs are... complicated. conflated."

"and they never make their minds up on acceptable topics!" you laughed, the sound a loud screech. the man didn't flinch; he continued to just... stare.

"no, they do not!" he laughed back, a much more human-sounding, warm sound. "and they shame you when you do not know!"

"they do!" you continued, sucking in another screech. the urgon still did not move.

"katon-ur was the name given to me," he introduced himself, pausing before stretching his hand out. "i wish to make love to you, cotton-candy-person."

before you could clarify, you choked out your name as he pulled you in for a bone-cracking hug. it nearly crushed your lungs... and something within you liked that.

"i did not realize... this was the meaning behind that connotation..." you barely managed, giving him a rough pat before he dropped you back onto your seat.

"of course. pushing our hearts as close as they can be?" katon-ur continued, his eyes squinting with the force of his smile. "i believe that is the meaning of love. i... believe i may be in love with you."

"oh," you murmured, glancing between him and your drink. you shrugged. "okay."

his smile waivered. "does... that not entice you?"

"yes, but we have known of one another's existence for only a few minutes," you continued, pulling your lips up tightly.

"oh-- forgive me, i forget the mating process on other planets is quite extended," he apologized profusely.

"yes, okay," you replied, baring your teeth in an attempt to grin. he stared down at your mouth, then leaned down and... planted a kiss directly on them. you froze. he froze.

"i hope that was alright?" he asked quietly, flush creeping down to his neck.

"yes," you answered back, knocking down the rest of your drink. "be my nightly partner? dance? make love? have intercourse?"

he nodded profusely before you could even finish. the two of you got up, and it didn't take yourselves long before you lost yourselves to the music. it was exhilarating, and the way his large hands continued to grip at your skin and pull and push with the force a man could never utilize... it set your senses alight. your veins began to glow a cold pink, illuminating your body, demonstrating the vitality of it.

the two of you bonded over your shared struggles in daily life, finding comfort in the misunderstandings and complicated way of humans. of course, you could have ended the night off there... but what was the point in testing a potential mate emotionally, physically, and not testing his reproductive abilities?

this mutual agreement led to the both of you in a hotel room after clumsily booking a room, katon-ur insisting on getting a $600 room, considering it was a whole 15% off! you convinced him on getting half the price, though it was like fighting an uphill battle with him.

the both of you sat on the bed, calmly removing your own respective clothing.

"i must warn you," he began, quite loudly, "i am unfamiliar with your species' genitals. they may not be compatible, just like my previous partner's."

you noticed the sadness creeping in, and you chose to lean in and 'make love' to him, as he put it, arms around his back tightly.

"that is why we are doing this, right?" you asked. "to ensure maximum compatibility?"

"of course," he answered, a small tremble in his voice. doubt. you would just have to show him, you figured.

once you were both completely bare in front of one another, both of your eyes were locked on each other's areas... which were both bare. a good sign.

"we may have more luck than we thought," he commented quietly. "let us engage?"

"let us," you affirmed, leaning up on your knees and meeting your mouth to his. you both had experience with kissing, at the very least. his mouth moved against yours, slow and practiced, a hand coming to cup your cheek. he hummed against your lips, pressing sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss into them.

"you taste divine," he murmured, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. you couldn't help but squeal-screech, the sound making his pulse flutter with excitement. he delved his tongue into your mouth, and you met him back with precisely the energy he needed; slow, long, yearning. you breathed him in, and he stole the breath from you right after.

he carefully lied you down onto the mattress, oh-so gently, hyperaware of his size and strength. his fingers brushed down your sides, then to the apex of your thighs. he teased the small slit with his middle and index fingers, coaxing more wetness and responsiveness from it. you moaned sharply into him, and he hushed you with low platitudes.

he felt a tendril wrap around his finger, and his heart nearly exploded with delight. you felt him for his slit, and found the same, beaming up at him. he slotted his incredibly large, thick thigh into yours, grinding up against you. the both of you released strained moans, hands winding into each other as the tendrils poked and prodded at one another. his hips shifted, testing each sensitive position, until he finally found the one.

the tendrils shot out and latched onto one another, vacuuming each other together and sending waves of white-hot pleasure that made you twitch and writhe. he continued to kiss your face over and over again, despite his own trembling whimpers and moans.

"a- ah, this is-- i'd forgotten what-- oh, oh dear," he babbled out, stumbling over nearly every word. "your tendrils are thorough."

"yes," you gasped, a long groan drawing out from your throat as his tendrils began to suck and pump yours. the combination of those sensations, along with his laving tongue, wandering lips, and whispered words, made your head go fuzzy with pleasure. you rocked your hips along his, the bottom of his 'happy trail' grinding against your abdomen with each mock-thrust. a tightness coiled in every inch of your body, your mind turning to mush.

"i am reaching my, my peak!" he shouted, definitely loud enough for the room next to them to hear. with a broken moan through gritted teeth, he arrived just as you did, the both of you shuddering and nearly collapsing on the spot. the genitals remained locked on each other, as per usual, and katon-ur practically collapsed on top of you.. before remembering himself and choosing to drape you over his sweaty body instead.

"that was... phenomenal," he breathed. the irony was lost on you, especially as you struggled to get your breathing and entire nervous system back in order. you lifted your head slightly from his sweaty chest, pressing a kiss along his throat.

"yes, good," you muttered contentedly, knees lifting as you found a comfortable position again. he didn't pressure you to say any more or do any more, he merely rested a hand on your back, petting it softly, and lied there in your presence.

when he opened his eyes, at the very least, he looked at you as if you were the very stardust in the universe.