#sebkimi

He must've blacked out at some point between trying to run away and looking down and realizing his feet weren't on the ground anymore. 

In any case, the next time Seb opens his eyes, he's met with dull, lifeless grey flooring. All his muscles ache and he simultaneously feels like he's just ran a marathon and like he hasn't moved in literal years. 

As the driver looked around the sterile looking… well, space, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was, he was met with a pair of impossibly blue, almost shiny eyes staring right back. 

Startled, Seb jumped back, examining the humanoid in front of him. His hair was eerily blonde, an unnatural hue that seemed to emanate light somehow, as did his unblinking eyes. The thing that really made it clear he wasn't human was how… moist he was, his skin dripping with an unknown substance. 

When the alien finally did blink, Seb almost wished he hadn't: the membranes crossing right between his eyes had no resemblance to actual eyelids, and they looked slimey and plain wrong under the fluorescent light. 

Finally getting his trademark brattiness back, Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “You ugly motherfucker! Did you just kidnap me?” 

The alien blinked again, twisting his head, and- oh, okay, his neck must've had more cartilage than Sebastian's because holy fuck that angle looked wrong. “In human culture it is customary to ssssstart with names. What is your name, ssssstranger?” 

The German gulped, feeling like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. The alien's voice sounding gurgly and wrong, and the way he was moving towards him, caging him in, was a sort of menacing slither that made him want to cry out for help. “Uuuh- Vettel. Seb- Seb is fine. Friends call me Seb” 

The creature nodded, impassive. “Yesss, friendssss, of course. How… human” he said, tapping the little badge on his futuristic suit that read ‘K.RAI’ “My name issss, unsssspakable in your rustic primate tongue. You are, how you say, uh… sssssstupid. But if I had ssssuch a thing assss a friend, they'd call me… Kimi” 

The way he said that word, Kimi, was kind of like a frog’s ribbit. Ribbit, Kibbit, Kimi. 

“Uh- nice meeting you, mate. I'm not particularly stupid, at least I don't think s-” 

“Oh” the alien, Kimi, said, and it was the first time his pupil-less eyes betrayed any real interest, “mate? I've read of mating. I did not know humanssss had become so unceremonioussss, but yesss, it might be better to sssssskip to the point” 

Before Seb could ask what he meant, the alien was already reaching out to grab his plain tee and ripping it apart with its bare hands like it was nothing. Gulping in fear, Sebastian raised his hands in surrender and clumsily shrugged out of his jeans, not wanting to risk Kimi ripping his dick clean off his body or something equally as grotesque as that. 

“This is- uh, I usually take reporters to dinner first, but hey, for you I ca-” 

“Quiet, human. Bend over, yesss?” 

“Ha, so uh, I don't really- I mean, once with Mark we sort of- doesn't matter, I'm not going to- aaaaah!” he hisses, feeling something slimy and sticky and oddly cold press against his tight entrance. 

When he looks down, expecting it to be some ridiculous amphibian alien dick, he's met with the disappointing (wait, what?) surprise that it's just a medical looking stainless steel gizmo, slathered to oblivion with what could only be described as alien lube. “Uh, s-sorry, Kimi, mate, what are you doing?” 

“I am initiating the processsss of mating, yessss? You need to be ssssssstretched” he hisses more than speaks, and the way he's saying ‘stretched’ makes Sebastian fear for his ass a little bit. 

As if to confirm his fears, Kimi pushes the toy in, the coolness of the rounded out metal contraption making Sebastian writhe as he feels his asshole start to stretch and flex around it. 

He can't keep track of time like this, closing his eyes to block out the fluorescent lights as his back hits the sterile wall, hips gyrating to their own accord as he fucks himself with the toy little by little. 

Pain makes way to urgent, toe-curling pleasure. Tiny huffs and gasps gradually turn into groans, his tight walls closing around the slick metal, warming it up. 

When the alien shoves its slick, slimy fingers past Sebastian's pouty lips, he doesn't even complain, appreciating the mouthful as he sucks his digits whilst maintaining eye contact, eyes shiny with unshed tears. 

It's a bit unnerving to writhe and moan and shiver under the grueling gaze of an extraterrestrial, but the pleasure’s so good and Sebastian has been so painfully pent up he can't bring himself to care. Instead, he stands on his tiptoes, angles his hips just right, and slams down into the toy, his asscheeks smacking obscenely in the quietness of the room. He does this several times, sweat mixing with lube, one hand sneaking down to gently cup and massage his full, aching balls while the other jerks him off, pulling back his foreskin and running his thumb through the slit, collecting precum in his wake. 

By the time he first hits his prostate, his chest is heaving, face flushed. He's drooled so much around Kimi's fingers there's spit dripping down to his naked chest. His cock is a furious angry hue of red, demanding him to cum. He can feel the anticipation, feel the orgasm building with that familiar tingling in his lower abdomen, his balls drawing up. 

And because he's a bratty little cunt, and maybe even because he likes this Kimi… thing, he forces himself to wink at his stoic captor before coming all over his stomach with a high-pitched moan, loose blond curls sticking to his forehead as he throws his head back, biting on the alien's fingers to keep himself from screaming.

It takes him quite a while to come back to Earth (space? Maybe?), but when he does he expects the alien creature to look at least mildly pleased, considering Seb gave a porn worthy performance. 

Instead, he's met with concerned blue eyes, more expressive than he's seen all evening. “I forgot to pressss record,” he says, sounding genuinely remorseful, “Could you please do that again, mate?”

day four

Sebastian couldn't get enough of him and his weird spores (Kimi had tried to explain, once, on a day where he felt particularly chatty, but all Seb had focused on was the tantalizing flex of his muscles as he organized equipment around the ship's med bay). All he knew was that he was lucky to be abducted by Kimi's exploration ship, a tiny, cosy little metal can with extra steps, because he was getting milked on the daily. 

First thing in the day, he always woke up to something slimy and warm poking curiously at his entrance - K.RAI would never admit it, but he'd taken note of Sebastian's numerous complaints at everything being so fucking cold, noting down something about ‘human heat sensitivities’ and warming up lube ever since. Sometimes, it was even halfway in by the time he stirred awake, moaning contentedly as he felt a jelly-like thing start to fill him up. 

And that was the wonder of alien dick, really: it molded to its container, filling every crevice until you felt uncomfortably full, like someone had filled you up with a syringe of expanding foam. It took some getting used to, but fuck, Seb was starting to think human anatomy was the one that was sorely lacking. 

The one or two times Sebastian had managed to convince Kimi to let him watch him re-hydrate in the ship's humidity chamber, he'd gotten a good look at his dick. When flaccid, it retracted onto his body, his pelvis smooth and bumpless like a doll's. But if Seb stared hard enough, or bit his lip and wiggled his hips just right from the other side of the glass, then Kimi’s body would react with a delicious sort of attentiveness. His penis would rapidly harden, even at the slightest bit of arousal, and at first it'd hang heavily between his legs. It was slimy from the get go, slightly shiny with a sticky mix of moisture and pheromones, things Sebastian couldn't make out with his stupid, underdeveloped nose but that he was sure drove the ladies crazy. Or at least he thought so. Kimi had never mentioned any sexual partners from his home planet, always keeping quiet as to ‘not skew the science’, as he put it. 

Sometimes, hiding his face in the sweaty crook of the alien's face, Sebastian allowed himself to think he'd been the only one to know him like this. The thought made him cringe and blush in an embarrassing mix of shame and desperation. 

In any case, the real magic started after Kimi breached his inner walls. Once he got past Sebastian's pink, tight hole - always making some type of comment, a low, breathy ‘so twitchy’ he hissed into the shell of Seb’s ear -, his cock's head, or the alien equivalent to it, moving around. As Seb understood it, the tip of an alien's dick wasn't just extraordinarily sensitive, but it could also move around on its own, the sophisticated nerve endings making it so it was as functional as a limb. 

The German had asked, once, lazing around in bed while K.RAI typed in some research results, if he could pick up a banana with it, like an elephant's trunk. His alien partner - captor? Overseer? Partner? - had been thoroughly unamused.

It was a magical thing, really, to feel it digging around inside of his inner walls. Seb could contract and writhe and beg all he wanted, but once it was in, Kimi's dick wasn't getting out. He didn't need to pump, fucking into his gaping hole like a human would. Instead, his shaft pulsed, thickening selectively in random parts of his cock, to the point where Seb could never know what to expect, drooling over their pillows as he gasped and curled his toes, eyes rolling back. 

The real cherry on top, though, was what Kimi's cock did when it found his prostate. Whenever the alien cock head would find its target, it'd first latch onto the tiny round gland like a suction cup, which was enough to have Seb choking on his tongue the first time it happened. Then, perhaps the hottest experience of the German's life, Kimi's cock head released a layer of spores that stuck to his prostate, coating it for hours, making him cum, and cry, and beg, and cum, and writhe, and moan, and cum, and pass out, and come back to himself orgasming again. It was a deliciously tortuous process that could take hours, milking Sebastian until his very last drop.

Afterwards, Kimi would gingerly pull out, and no matter how unfazed he tried to seem, his lips would always slightly curve up, a hidden smile Sebastian still managed to catch. 

Yeah, Seb loved alien dick.