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Theo doesn’t understand his thought process prior to being tied down to a bed, restrained with silver cuffs on his ankles and wrists, creating the embarrassing image of the spread eagle pose. Just spread out on this uncomfortable hospital-like bed. He only woke up moments ago, memories beforehand similar to one’s he’d vaguely remember in daze after passing out drunk. The room’s walls are more of a dome—actually, the whole room is built like a sphere. Technology much farther advanced than anything he’s ever seen—unless sci-fi movies count—are attached to the walls, beeping every once in a while. The shapes and digits being displayed on the screens are ones he cannot understand, and he accepts that.
Since he’s in an alien ship.
But he chose to be here. Signed up, actually. Volunteered. Theo set himself up to be…fucked. To mate with some random alien. To test out their compatibility, if extraterrestrials and humans can intermix. Theo actually doubted it until the research shown on the website, roughly translated due to the very, very major language barrier, was convincing. Their DNA—or whatever, Theo is no scientist—and humans’ are akin to one another. As if they derived from the same thing, which was difficult to wrap his head around, but. Yeah.
Theo blinks. Am I an alien?
He chuckles despite himself. Of course I am. If an alien counts as beings from another world, he’d be one to these guys.
Sighing, Theo jostles the restraints, figuring out their tightness. He can move a little but it’s very minimal. In the meantime, he needs to think this over again.
The options were either to give up your body this way or in a completely different way that involves good ol’ death but in a terrifying, excruciating experience, from what Theo has heard. These creatures, Theo has no clue what to label them—as they did introduce themselves in gibberish—are just testing out the waters of the human race and Earth.
They must be very unimpressed. Theo has never been all-too interested in technology and what not, but this…Theo swallows thickly, watching the patterns and graphs repeat themselves on the screens surrounding him. There is a table beside him, weird gadgets placed there, and he fears if they’ll ever be used on him.
A gust of smoke suddenly blows up from beneath a moving door, lifting itself and allowing an individual to enter. Theo can only make out their silhouette through the smoke, and he shrinks in on himself, afraid of also having to look at this thing. He doesn’t know what they appear as, as they’ve only been voices through a screen, perceived as these shadow-like entities.
“Greetings, Taeyang Choi,” Theo stills upon hearing the normal, human voice, slightly gravelly and not too high nor deep. Oddly enough, it sounds familiar and almost calming. “Feeling comfortable?” And then Theo can see them.
Silverish white hair, slanted eyes, and a cut jawline. His cheekbones are high and prominent, skin tan with no blemishes from where Theo gazes upon him, lying there helplessly. He’s slim, the clothes clinging to his frame perfectly, and…Theo chokes on his spit when he looks down.
Is he already hard or does he just casually have a monster cock?
Theo refrains from staring at the bulge for too long unless he’s willing to start one himself, averting his attention back to his face and once again caught off guard by his beauty.
“Do you not understand me, Choi Taeyang?”
“What?” Theo blurts out, watching as he runs his hands over Theo’s restraints, and now Theo can’t look away from his strong, veiny, long—this is exactly his type.
He smiles, dimples indenting his cheeks, and Theo has to audibly take a deep breath to control himself. “I asked you if you are comfortable. We apologize for the restraints, we’ve had a few runners in the past.”
Theo doesn’t know what has come over him but he can’t bring himself to say no, I fucking hate it here to such a pretty face so he says the next thing that enters his dumb brain: “Are we gonna fuck?”
He watches as patches of red dust the man’s cheeks while he chuckles, glancing down for a brief moment before meeting his eyes once again. “One thing at a time, I want to make sure you are perfectly comfortable before we continue.”
“I am very comfortable. Did you guys know I have a bondage kink or something?” Jesus fuck—Theo winces at his own words, unable to think straight within the presence of this god. He’s not just pulling shit out of his ass to stay on his good side, no. He does genuinely have a thing for that, but not in this sense. Well. Not until the sex happens.
“Um,” he pauses for a second, pursing his lips, “we are aware of a lot of things, Choi Taeyang—”
“Theo. Just call me Theo.”
“Right, Theo,” Theo almost melts at the sound of his name on his tongue, “we need to set some things straight, though.”
Theo raises an eyebrow of inquiry for him to continue.
“If this works out, on our part, you will not be going back home and you will be with us—with me, as you’d be holding my sperm.”
Choking on his spit, Theo does a double take of what he just heard. “So I can get…pregnant?” He whispers, an unsettling feeling resting itself on his stomach, and he wiggles a bit, the bed becoming more and more stiff.
“I thought that was made clear in the program—”
“Well, I—I just—it’s not entirely normal for us, okay? I don’t have the—the…y’know.”
“Isn’t necessary with us.”
Theo nods slowly, deciding to stay quiet for the time being and just let this man’s words go in one ear and out the other. Just fuck and get this over with. Hope it fails in the end, too. Though, Theo doubts he’d be let off then. Probably killed off, actually.
“Oh,” Theo watches him perk up, eyebrows raising, “I almost forgot to introduce myself,” extending out his hand before thinking better of it, with Theo being unable to accept it in his state, he sheepishly shoves his hands in his pockets, “my name is Jeongin Yang. Just call me Jeongin.” Theo almost smiles endearingly, assuming Jeongin picked up the last part from him. And of course his name is hot, too.
“Nice to meet you,” Theo hesitates, not knowing why, “Jeongin.”
“Probably wondering why I look like this, and it’s because I’ve been built to your ideal standards,” Jeongin gestures to his body with the wave of his hands as he explains, “male sex. Early twenties. Average or above average height. Slim. Large hands. Large, uh, large co—”
“Okay, okay, that’s—hah, thank you,” Theo cuts in before Jeongin can continue listing off the things as if he memorized them off a paper. To save the rest of his sanity, Theo agrees with himself that there are no papers of his preferences and kinks that these aliens have lying around here. “Let’s just get this over with, alright?”
“Alright.”
Theo doesn’t know when he got so out of breath but his heart has been running at an abnormal rate ever since Jeongin entered the room. He only goes breathless as he watches Jeongin stand at the foot of the bed between his legs.
But what he doesn’t expect is Jeongin pressing a button and the restraints to unravel themselves from Theo’s wrists and ankles, and then another button being pressed, the room suddenly morphing into a regular one. Regular as in human. Well, it’s a fancy bedroom. With candlelights and sensual music playing in the background yet coming from nowhere.
Amusedly, Theo laughs lightly. “Romantic,” he muses, eyeing Jeongin who still stands there, messing with random buttons until suddenly the bed Theo’s lying on is shifting beneath him. He sits up, watching it grow in size and the duvet change color, pillows also appearing from thin air. “Oh, that’s nice. Very generous of you to make the bed I’m going to be impregnated on much more comfortable.” He pats the mattress, gazing pointedly at Jeongin. Are they just trying to convince him that this is sentimental and he’s not an experiment to them?
“You’re welcome.” And the sarcasm flew right over Jeongin’s head.
Jeongin clears his throat, running his hand through his hair, and Theo does what he does best and gawks. Nothing else you can do in this situation, and especially with an attractive individual like Jeongin standing before you.
An awkward silence passes between them until Theo gets the memo.
Hesitantly, Theo pulls down his pants and boxers, the next being his shirt. He draws his knees to his chest, hugging himself as he averts his gaze to the floor, feeling Jeongin’s on him. He stays in that position, silent and a tad uncomfortable, soon hearing Jeongin’s clothes make contact with the floor.
Theo tries, and supposedly fails—as he stares at the fucking monster of a cock that hangs between Jeongin’s legs, his own member beginning to harden just from that—to prepare himself for the sight. He swallows thickly, choking on his spit nevertheless. That is…that’s going to be in him. Right.
Fuck.
“Cat got your tongue?” Jeongin’s voice is abruptly right in his ear, and Theo is suddenly much more aware of his nakedness with Jeongin hovering above him like this, face to face. “I picked up that phrase from one of you—don’t know if I’m using it right, though.”
Theo doesn’t know who’s taller than who here but Jeongin is bigger; with his broad shoulders enveloping Theo, covering Theo’s more dainty and lanky frame. He feels small. He could get used to this.
“You are,” Theo blurts out, wetting his lips and wondering when his mouth became so dry. “I’m actually, uh, curious as to how that’s going to fit.” He gestures to Jeongin’s manhood, still hanging between his legs.
Jeongin raises an eyebrow, sparing a glance down there himself before shrugging. “It will,” he puts it simply, and Theo lets out a breathy, nervous chuckle before the wind is knocked out of him as Jeongin flips him over onto his stomach. “Now stay still,” Jeongin gruffs, his hands sliding down from Theo’s shoulders and to his waist, hips then ass, “and relax.”
Relax. Theo bites down hard on his bottom lip, feeling goosebumps form over the skin Jeongin’s fingers brushed against. He sucks in a sharp breath when Jeongin pries his asscheeks apart, and out of embarrassment, his legs shakily try to close but Jeongin has fit himself between them, preventing him.
“Nervous, are we?” Jeongin hums and Theo opens his mouth to form a rebuttal but the feeling of (surprisingly) warm liquid being poured over his hole cuts him off guard. “Don’t worry, we’ve prepared a lubricant for you humans to help accommodate our sizes—you’re not the only one with a preference, baby.”
The pet name affects Theo the way Jeongin intended it to, with his heartrate picking up pace and his face feeling incredibly warmer. It also distracts him enough for Jeongin to push in a finger, kicking a small moan out of Theo as Jeongin easily reaches his prostate, as if he knows where it is. And Theo can’t bring himself to be surprised anymore, fisting the blanket beneath him and burying his face in a pillow as Jeongin stretches him open, already adding a third digit by now.
Jeongin’s massaging his sides, coaxing him through it, until he’s suddenly gripping his hips, hoisting them up so Theo’s on his knees, ass up in the air. The lube relaxes Theo so well, so well that Jeongin has four fingers in him, pumping them in and out, and when they’re gone, Theo’s hole is just fluttering, puffy with lube dripping down from it. He sighs, hating how empty he feels, and lifts his head to voice his thoughts but, as if Jeongin read his mind, he feels something poking at his hole. The head of Jeongin’s cock. And the idea of it breaching him is enough for beads of precum to leave Theo’s.
“You’re so pliant,” Theo gasps as Jeongin starts to push in, slow and steady, the comment not helping one bit, “like a little doll. Has anyone told you you’re like a doll, Theo?” Yes. But not enough, Theo wants to say, but he knows Jeongin is probably being rhetorical. And never from an alien. “I haven’t seen many, but the ones I’ve seen, all pretty with bows and looking like sweethearts, is what you reminded me of when I first saw you.”
Oh. Theo whines, screwing his eyes shut as the intrusion slightly burns, Jeongin’s words sugarcoating it. He likes this type of sex talk. Jeongin has it down to a T. Even if it’s fake, it still sends chills all throughout Theo’s body.
“How—how far are you?” Panting, Theo raises himself up on his elbows and looks over his shoulder to see Jeongin’s gaze focused between his legs, and he glances at Theo briefly before Theo then decides to take a look too. Theo feels as if Jeongin’s already tickling his intestines, rearranging his guts without even doing the rearranging part yet. But his eyes widen as he watches Jeongin only just now bottom out, and he keens, gritting his teeth and stuffing his face back into the pillow. “Oh my—fuck, fuck, fuck, I feel so—Jeongin.” Theo whimpers, tears brimming his eyes as his tongue lolls out past his chewed-swollen lips.
“Okay?” Jeongin checks on him, helping Theo down from his knees so he lies flat on the bed. Just from the slight movement, Theo arches his back, precum spurting from his cock and sticking between him and the sheets. Carefully, Jeongin maneuvers himself so he’s hovering above Theo’s body again, one arm hooking under Theo’s where Jeongin places his hand over his, and the other lifting Theo’s head up so he can cover Theo’s mouth with it. A position Theo is a fan of.
Intimate.
He ignores the wet spot he left on the pillow from his slobber, blushing furiously underneath Jeongin’s hand that easily covers a majority of his face. Theo’s moans are muffled as Jeongin begins to thrust in and out of him, slow and deep, and Theo can’t help the precum he continues to squirt every time Jeongin does so.
Fingers intertwine themselves with his, Jeongin’s hand covering Theo’s whole as he holds it in a tight grip. Theo glances at their conjoined hands, feels a wave of possession—the feeling of being possessed over—wash over him. Engulf him. Just like Jeongin is. Ecasing him in, body-to-body flushed.
“Fleshlight, right?” Breathes Jeongin, lips brushing against Theo’s ear. “Is that what you call it? Just a hole to be fucked and used, like this.”
Tears spill from Theo’s as he tries to nod, to agree with Jeongin because yes. Yes, he is a fleshlight. Yes, he wants to be used, wrecked, spent. “Breedme,” Theo tries to say, Jeongin’s breath hot against his ear, and he knows Jeongin understands him. He just knows it. Fill me up with your cum. Make me yours. Take me. He can only think so much with his brains being currently fucked out.
“‘m gonna knot you, make you mine, baby,” Jeongin breaks away, confusing Theo until he’s suddenly lifted up and turned onto his back, Jeongin hooking his knees over his shoulders and proceeding to fuck him even deeper than before. Theo throws his head back, hands scrambling for a surface to grab onto, resorting to the duvet once again as Jeongin’s hips collide with his ass in slams, setting a rapid, brutal pace. “So good for me, feel so good.”
Theo cries out as he cums, uncontrollably with tears spilling down his cheeks as his face scrunches up, blissed. He doesn’t register Jeongin pausing briefly, staring at him in wonder before continuing to ram himself into Theo, relentless and jaw clenched.
Not even a minute later and Jeongin is pushing as far as he can go into Theo’s hole, hips flushed against Theo’s ass as he lets go, knot breaching and emptying itself into Theo. Jeongin moans, breathy and rough, keeping himself there, letting his cum fill Theo up to the brim. “Mine,” he sighs, leaning his head back, tongue sliding over his lips as he gazes down at Theo, “…mine.”
“Yours,” Theo slurs, chest rising and falling with heavy pants escaping him, almost like a wheeze. He feels fucking ruined. He groans when Jeongin slides out, careful with his large hands holding Theo, supporting him. “I just fucked an alien.” He snorts, hands reaching up and covering his face, and he laughs into them in disbelief.
Worrying his lower lip, Jeongin’s gaze flickers down to where Theo’s hole is leaking all of his cum then back to Theo’s face. “Was it a good fuck?” He asks pensively, massaging Theo’s hips.
“Was great,” Theo grins, moving to sit upright but failing and falling back down with an oof. He giggles, shaking his head as Jeongin’s expression contorts into one of concern. “Alien’s pretty fucking cute.”
Theo misses the way Jeongin blushes, already slipping into unconsciousness and also missing Jeongin making eye contact with a camera in the corner and raising his hand to give it a thumbs up. Successful.
“Human’s pretty fucking cute, too.”