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It was the end of another harvest season. Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli had just finished preserving and storing his own stocks and selling the surplus at the nearby town's farmer's market. He already planted the autumn crops, so it was time to lay back and enjoy the fruits of his hard labor. Winter-time was calm on the farm that Caesar had inherited from his parents. It was just him, his beagle, Bella, and nobody else around to annoy him. Caesar was looking forward to a period of peaceful rest until spring. However, the universe had other plans for him. 

One late autumn afternoon, a strange noise drove Caesar out of the house to investigate. It sounded like a high-pitched engine, as if a motorcycle or car was fast approaching, but nothing was coming on the road. Yet the sound grew louder and louder, as if it was getting closer. Finally, Caesar looked up, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Something that looked like a flying saucer straight out of an old sci-fi movie was zooming toward his house. But surely, such a thing wasn't possible, and he had to be dreaming awake or something. Caesar pinched his own arm hard, but it didn't make the UFO disappear. He barely had any time to even try and come to terms with the apparent existence of aliens before realizing that something was wrong. Smoke was coming out of the side of the spacecraft, and judging by its trajectory, it was about to crash straight into his house.

"If this really isn't a dream, then I'm so dead," mumbled Caesar in disbelief.

But at the last moment, the spaceship slightly averted its course, and slammed into the ground a little farther from Caesar's house, the force of the impact almost knocking the man off his feet. For a short while, Caesar waited for something like little green aliens to come out of the spaceship, shooting lasers, or saying stereotypical movie phrases like 'take us to your leader', but nothing of the sort happened. The shuttle remained silent and unmoving, so Caesar decided to carefully approach it. It was about as tall as Caesar's house and looked like a giant metal egg. After crashing into the ground, it sat slightly tilted in a shallow crater, but was still mostly upright. By some miracle, it was still in one piece, though there was quite a big dent on the side it landed on.

Caesar considered himself a practical person, so he quickly overcame his shock and decided that he had to help somehow. After a crash like that, whoever was in the ship was probably injured and needed treatment. They did avoid crashing into Caesar or his house after all, so it was the least he could do in return. The problem was how to get inside the shuttle. Caesar easily found the door, but it was closed, and trying to yank on it didn't work.

"How the hell am I going to open this without a crowbar?" grumbled Caesar.

Much to his surprise, the door opened the very next moment. Caesar warily retreated a little, in case someone was about to exit the spaceship, but nobody showed up. Apparently, the shuttle understood the word 'open' and obeyed the command automatically. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Caesar cautiously stepped into the ship. The layout of the spacecraft was simple and spacious, so it didn't take long for Caesar to find the sole inhabitant of it. 

The alien certainly wasn't small or green and looked nothing like E.T. either. At first glance, he looked about as tall as Caesar, and his face was just like a human's. A very handsome human's, in fact. He had a straight nose, full lips, thick eyebrows, and his cheeks were fanned by long black eyelashes. His hair was also jet-black, mostly short, and reached down to the base of his neck at the back, with a few longer locks strangely defying gravity above his forehead. The alien's torso also looked like a human's, and to Caesar's relief, his chest steadily rose and fell with his breaths, signaling that he was at least alive. But that was where the alien's similarities with humans ended. The extraterrestrial had deep blue skin, pointy ears, and tentacles for arms and legs. He had a set of three arm tentacles on both sides and four tentacles for legs. Probably because of this, he was wearing a sleeveless tunic with a belt, that came down to his knees - if he had any. There was also a little bag attached to his belt. The alien was strapped into the pilot chair, full of scrapes and cuts, unconscious. 

Caesar gently unstrapped the extraterrestrial, minding any possible injuries on his torso, and carried him into the house. The alien was surprisingly heavy, much to Caesar's annoyance. He deposited the extraterrestrial into the guest room bed, then with great difficulty, he took the tunic off him. The alien was wearing a wide sash under it, tied around his waist and between his lower tentacles, which most likely hid his privates. Caesar prayed that he wasn't injured under that, and left it on. Then he proceeded to start cleaning and bandaging the extraterrestrial's wounds. Caesar finished treating most of the injuries when he was startled out of his concentration by a pained groan. He looked up just in time to see the alien open his eyes. While the shape of them was the same as Caesar's, the extraterrestrial's eyes otherwise looked distinctly non-human. The scleras were all black, and instead of visible irises and pupils, they had a myriad of tiny green-blue sparkles, resembling the night sky with auroras, and endless galaxies. They were breathtakingly beautiful.

For a while, Caesar and the alien just stared at each other, clearly searching for any signs of danger. When it became apparent, that the extraterrestrial wasn't going to attack him, Caesar flashed a slightly awkward, but reassuring smile at him. 

"Uhh... hi. Don't worry, you aren't in danger, I'm just treating your wounds," he said, pointing at a bandage on one of the many tentacles. 

The alien examined the bandage, then said something in a gentle baritone, that Caesar didn't understand. Clearly, they weren't speaking each other's language. Great.

"Umm, sorry, I didn't understand any of that," said Caesar awkwardly. The extraterrestrial replied something in his own language again. "Okay, this is clearly going nowhere. I'm just gonna continue treating you, alright?" sighed the man.

As Caesar continued bandaging the alien's wounds, a few minutes later something entered his peripheral view, and he automatically flinched back. It was one of the arm tentacles, inching towards his face. At Caesar's stare, the alien stopped for a second, then cautiously reached out again. The man tried to block it with his hand, but it just slithered around it, so Caesar was forced to grab it.

"No!" he said strictly. 

At that, the alien said something that Caesar of course didn't understand, and reached another tentacle out towards the man. Caesar caught that too.

"Stop that!" hissed Caesar, annoyed, as he kept trying to block and catch several stubborn tentacles. "Listen, I said stop! NO!"

He finally completely ran out of patience and slapped one of the tentacles. The alien let out an indignant gasp and slapped his hand right back. For a while, they stared at each other, then Caesar sighed. 

"Alright, sorry, that wasn't nice of me, but stop trying to touch my face already! No touching! No!"

"No?" asked the extraterrestrial, clearly trying to comprehend the word.  

"No," stated Caesar firmly.

The alien pouted and said something that was clearly a complaint, judging by the tone, and pointed at the tentacle in Caesar's hand that he was currently treating. The message was clear: why can't I touch you, when you're touching me too?

"I'm not touching you because I like it, I'm just treating you!" sputtered Caesar indignantly, fiercely pointing at the bandage.

The extraterrestrial replied something again, pointing at Caesar's face, then tapping his own cheek under his eye. And Caesar suddenly understood what was going on. He had a pink crescent moon birthmark at the corner of each of his eyes. That's what the alien was interested in. Caesar rolled his eyes, then grabbed a tentacle and pushed it against one of his birthmarks with a huff. The alien looked elated. 

"It's nothing special. See, it feels just like the rest of my face," grumbled Caesar, as he pulled the tentacle away from his face and let it go. 

The extraterrestrial was still eyeing Caesar's birthmarks but didn't try to reach for them again. Eventually, Caesar finally finished cleaning and bandaging every wound.

"Okay, it's done," he announced. "I think it's about time we introduced ourselves. Even if we don't speak the same language, learning each other's name can't be so hard, can it? I'm Caesar." The man pointed at himself, then repeated again. "Caesar."

The alien stared at Caesar intently, frowning in concentration. "Caesar?" he asked uncertainly, pointing a tentacle at the man.

"Caesar," nodded Caesar. 

He pointed at himself again and insistently repeated his own name a few more times. Then he pointed at the extraterrestrial, looking at him expectantly. The alien turned his tentacle towards himself. 

"Jojo," he said clearly.

"Jojo?" asked Caesar, pointing at the extraterrestrial.

"Jojo," smiled the alien, nodding excitedly. Then his expression turned pained and he said something that Caesar could understand perfectly. "Ow."

"Idiot, you shouldn't move around so much," scoffed Caesar. He stood up and handed the tunic back to Jojo. "Here put this on, while I go get a painkiller for you."

Thankfully, the alien was already dressed by the time he came back with the pill and a glass of water. He tried handing them to Jojo, but it quickly became clear that his tentacles weren't exactly suitable for trying to grab such a small thing as a pill. Caesar let out a weary sigh, then held the painkiller to Jojo's mouth with his own hand.

"Eat this. It's a painkiller; it'll make you feel better. Uh... no ow," he tried awkwardly. Jojo chuckled at that. "Yeah, yeah, laugh if you want," scoffed Caesar jokingly. "Okay, now eat it already. Eat. Say 'aah'!"

If Caesar thought that someone who looked more or less like a grown man around his early twenties could handle taking a painkiller just fine, he was wrong. Jojo finally opened his mouth, allowing Caesar to slip the pill in, which the alien immediately spat out. He was gagging, coughing, and wailing like a banshee, whining something that Caesar of course didn't understand. The man really wanted to yell at him for behaving in such a disgusting manner, but Jojo looked so miserable, that he decided against it. He just handed the water to the alien, who wrapped two tentacles around the glass and eagerly started to drink. Jojo still looked like he'd throw up at any moment, but at least he stopped wailing and only sniffled pitifully. Caesar sighed. 

"Alright, wait here, I have an idea."

He went to the kitchen and crushed the next painkiller pill to dust in a spoon, then mixed it with a generous amount of honey. Careful not to spill it, he brought the spoon to Jojo. 

"Here, try eating this," said Caesar. Jojo looked up at him uncertainly and with slight distrust. He looked like a kicked puppy, so Caesar gave his best reassuring smile. "It'll be alright, I promise. Say 'aah'."

After a few moments of hesitation, the alien reluctantly opened his mouth. Caesar slipped the spoon in, and the reaction was immediate. Jojo's eyes widened comically, and he let out a delighted moan around the spoon in his mouth. 

"Sweet, huh?" asked the man with a grin.

"Sweet," sighed the alien contentedly.

"See, I told you it'd be alright this time," said Caesar, satisfied as he took back the spoon.

Jojo eagerly replied something and pointed at the spoon and then at his own mouth, looking at Caesar pleadingly. He was quite obviously asking for more honey. 

"Alright, fine," huffed Caesar with an eye-roll. "Consider it your reward for not spitting and shrieking this time."

Caesar retrieved the honey from the kitchen and handed it to the alien. Jojo looked at him as if he'd just received the best birthday present ever or something, then lifted the jar to his mouth and eagerly started to drink. He pointed a tentacle at the empty glass and said something that sounded like a request, so Caesar brought a new glass of water for him as well. He wanted to grumble about being treated as a servant, but Jojo looked so grateful every time Caesar did something for him, that in the end, the man didn't say anything. The extraterrestrial drank all the honey, washed it down with the glass of water, then let out an utterly satisfied sigh. 

Caesar realized that he forgot to close the door when his beagle, Bella, ran into the room. Jojo let out a delighted gasp at the sight of the dog, then squealed and said something. The reaction was unmistakable: the alien obviously found the dog adorable. Caesar chuckled. 

"Yeah, she's cute, right? Cuuuute," he repeated, mimicking Jojo's squeal, causing the alien to laugh. Caesar pointed at the dog. "Her name is Bella. Bella. Jojo. Caesar," he emphasized, pointing at each of them as he said their names.

Jojo said something while eagerly extending his tentacles towards the dog, so Caesar scooped up Bella and dropped her into the alien's lap. Jojo immediately hugged the dog to his chest and nuzzled his face to hers, laughing and squealing as Bella licked his face. Caesar let out an amused snort.

"What are you doing dummy, you should pet her like this," he said, putting the dog back on Jojo's lap and guiding one of the tentacles to gently stroke her back. He scratched Bella's head and behind her ears to show Jojo how to pet her.

"Bella. Kyuut Bella. Kyuuut Bella," cooed Jojo adoringly, trying his best to imitate Caesar.

The endearing scene was abruptly interrupted by a sudden noise that reminded Caesar of a phone ringtone. Jojo flinched and a tentacle immediately went to his waist, only to come back empty, and he looked around, startled.

"Don't worry, your bag is here," said Caesar quickly, handing the pouch back to the alien.

Jojo did indeed pull out something that looked a lot like a smartphone. He fiddled with it a little, then a lifesized holographic image of another alien emerged from the device. The alien looked more mature than Jojo, and her face resembled a human woman's, much like how Jojo's features looked similar to a man's. Her voice was feminine too, as she started rambling to Jojo in a worried and clearly upset tone. Jojo was trying his best to calm her down when she noticed Caesar and said something, pointing at him. Jojo glanced at the man too, then turned back at the other alien and said something, from which Caesar only understood his own name. 

"Caesar," said Jojo, to get his attention, then he pointed at the other alien with a gentle smile. "Erina!"

"Uh... hello Erina," said Caesar, waving awkwardly.

"Hello Caesar," said Erina after a moment of silence, then she continued talking to Jojo. 

They talked for a while, and it appeared that eventually, Jojo managed to calm Erina down somewhat. He showed her Bella, and she patiently listened to Jojo's gushing about the dog, kindly saying something that made Jojo beam at her happily. It reminded Caesar of a parent with an overexcited child. But then, Erina said something, and much to Caesar's surprise, Jojo put Bella aside and attempted to get out of bed. Caesar immediately stepped closer and gently pushed him back. Both Erina and Jojo looked at him confused. 

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Caesar strictly. Jojo replied something and moved to get up again, but Caesar didn't let him. "No! You're injured!" The man turned to Erina reproachfully. "Why are you making him get up? He's injured! Injured!"

Caesar picked up a tentacle and pointed at a bandage insistently. Jojo seemed to realize what his problem was.

"Caesar, alrait," he tried placatingly.

"No, it's not alright," replied Caesar stubbornly. "Where are you trying to go anyway?"

Jojo must have guessed what Caesar was asking, because he said something while fiddling with his phone a bit, and Erina's face disappeared for a short while, giving place to a small holographic model of Jojo's spaceship, before switching back. Caesar sighed.

"Do you really need to see your ship right now? Can't it wait?"

"Caesaaar," whined Jojo pleadingly, trying to push him away gently with a tentacle.

"Geez, fine! You can go to your damn ship if it's really that important!"

Caesar leaned down and scooped Jojo into his arms. The alien gasped in surprise, then his expression turned into pure delight, and he carefully wrapped a tentacle around Caesar's shoulders. It was easier to carry him now that he was holding himself up a little, but he was still quite heavy. Jojo shuddered in the cold autumn air as soon as they were outside and burrowed a little closer to Caesar. He hissed when they rounded the house and saw the state his ship was in. He looked up at Caesar and said something, pointing at the spacecraft's door. Caesar carried him inside and put him down into the pilot chair with a huff. Jojo placed his phone on the dashboard and then started fiddling with the buttons and switches, causing the ship to come alive with lights and various beeping sounds. Jojo and Erina both sighed in relief. Caesar was just standing around, feeling a bit useless as the two aliens had their discussion. Then Jojo pushed some buttons, and a big, holographic space map showed up in the air, above the dashboard. Jojo said something about it, shook his head, then swiped it with his tentacle, and another map took its place. He kept swiping the holographic maps of countless galaxies as he talked with Erina until Caesar suddenly recognized Earth's solar system. 

"Wait!" he yelped suddenly, making Jojo and Erina flinch.

Jojo had already swiped the map away, so Caesar stepped up to the hologram, hoping it would obey his touch too. It did, so he swiped back to the map of the solar system and pointed at Earth.

"This one," he declared. "We're here."

"Oooh," said Jojo in realization.

He tapped Earth, zooming in on it. Something that looked like text appeared next to the holographic planet, probably displaying information about Earth. Erina and Jojo both looked somewhat relieved. They talked for a little more, then Jojo ended the call with what sounded like a gentle reassurance. He attempted to get up from the pilot chair, so Caesar picked him up again and took him back to the guest room. 

The rest of the day went somewhat calmer. Caesar made a light dinner for two, but much to his annoyance, Jojo just picked at his food and kept asking for water instead of eating. After bringing him the fifth glass of water, Caesar had enough. Out of spite, he grabbed a plastic basin from the bathroom, filled it with water, and put it down next to Jojo's bed with a smirk. It caught him off guard when the alien seemed genuinely happy at that, and immediately stuck a tentacle into the water. What was even more surprising, was that the water started to gradually disappear from the basin, making the astonished Caesar realize that Jojo could absorb liquid through his skin.

At night, Caesar experienced another shock. As he was trying to fall asleep, Jojo suddenly entered his room and tried to crawl into his bed. Caesar felt like enough was enough.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get out of my bed!" he hissed angrily, pushing the alien away.

"Caesaaaar," pleaded Jojo.

He said something pitiful that Caesar obviously didn't understand, as he kept trying to get under the man's blanket. During their struggle, a tentacle accidentally brushed his arm, and Caesar flinched back with a yelp. 

"Why are you so cold?!"

It was then that he noticed, that Jojo was badly shivering, and his teeth chattered from the cold. It was strange, there was nothing wrong with the heating he could notice. There was a pleasant warmth in his room. Maybe the radiators in Jojo's room suddenly broke down? Caesar got out of bed to check.

"Alright, wait here," he said. 

He found that the temperature was the same in the guest room too, so the radiators were definitely working. Confused, Caesar walked back to his room, where Jojo was shivering under his blanket. When the alien spotted him, he immediately extended his tentacles toward the man pleadingly. Caesar let out a weary sigh and climbed back in bed. Jojo wasted no time snuggling up to him, completely wrapping the man into his ice-cold tentacles. Caesar shivered and attempted to get out of bed again. Jojo held him back with a soft whine.

"It's okay, I'll be back soon," murmured the man soothingly, as he gently disentangled from the tentacles. 

He quickly retrieved Jojo's blanket from the guest room, and on his way back, he set the thermostat higher too. Caesar put the extra blanket on top of his own, then got into the bed again, allowing himself to be engulfed by the chilly tentacles. Normally, it would have been sweltering hot under two blankets, but Jojo's cool body against his balanced the temperature out. Soon, Jojo stopped shivering, and his skin warmed up a little bit. Not long after, he fell asleep with his head on Caesar's chest, leaving the man to silently contemplate the new realization that he needed to provide this cold-blooded alien with his body heat.

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Despite having crashed on a foreign planet all alone, Jojo quickly adapted to his new circumstances. As soon as he felt better, he went around exploring Caesar's house, examining the appliances. Though the alien technology was clearly far more advanced, Jojo had no problem using Caesar's things. He almost immediately figured out how to operate the television and enjoyed watching it. His favorites were soap operas and comedies, and he dutifully laughed along with the laugh tracks, as if he actually understood the funny part. Jojo clearly also knew what the toilet and the shower were for, not needing Caesar's help with them, much to the man's relief. 

He recognized the fridge as well and proceeded to taste everything in it and in the cupboard and the pantry too, under Caesar's begrudging guidance. It quickly became clear that Jojo couldn't handle bitter or spicy things, so Caesar pointed those out to him and warned the alien away from them. It was funny to see Jojo's first reaction to the bubbles in the cola. He looked shocked as they popped under his skin when he absorbed the soda, but he quickly grew to enjoy the fizzy feeling, and couldn't get enough of cola after that. During all this, Caesar got to find out that hydration was way more important for Jojo than actual solid food. He was drinking industrial amounts of water with sugar or honey, causing Caesar to keep having to replenish those.

"Sugar water? Seriously? What are you, a bee?" asked Caesar exasperatedly on one occasion.

"Sweet," sighed the alien happily.

Jojo didn't just take, though, he liked giving too. Once he learned how to feed Bella, Caesar never had to worry about having to feed the dog again. Jojo made sure that Bella's food and water bowls were always full and happily watched the dog eat. He also offered to share his weird concoctions with Caesar, but the man rejected them with a polite smile. 

Surprisingly, communication with Jojo proved to be easier than expected. They got by nicely by pointing at things and Jojo showing images on his alien smartphone from time to time. Jojo also quickly learned words and easier phrases in Caesar's language. And while Caesar didn't understand anything that the alien was saying, Jojo's tone and face were very expressive, so the man could often guess what Jojo wanted to get across. 

However, Caesar on the other hand wasn't able to get used to this new life with an alien quite as fast. Having to sleep together and share his body heat with Jojo was just one thing on the long list of minor inconveniences when it came to living with Jojo. The alien had to rehydrate himself frequently, and Caesar was already dreading next month's water bills. He also had to turn the thermostat higher, so Jojo wouldn't feel too cold during the day. Not to mention the higher grocery costs that came from having to keep buying sugar, honey, and cola. But the thing that annoyed him the most was Jojo's constant need for physical contact. 

Jojo and his damn tentacles were always in Caesar's way when he was trying to do anything around the house. He had to keep dodging and batting away the tentacles that reached out for him as he passed Jojo by, and the alien often came up to him to initiate a hug, interrupting Caesar from whatever he was doing. Clearly, Jojo had some kind of need for touching, because apparently spending every night cuddled together wasn't enough for him. Caesar felt that his personal space was already compromised enough, but he begrudgingly allowed himself to be hugged for a few seconds every time before pushing the alien away. But apparently, this also wasn't enough for Jojo, because he soon started to pick Bella up whenever he needed some more physical contact.

Caesar didn't really like that, but for a while, he let it go. However, Jojo constantly holding Bella soon led to the beagle not getting enough exercise, and she started becoming restless. When Caesar woke up one night to Bella running around the house, he had enough. The next time he saw Jojo about to pick up the dog, he snapped at him.

"No! Put her down! She needs to be able to run around! Don't keep picking her up!"

Jojo clearly understood at least some of what he was saying, because he also became angry. 

"No, no, no, no, no," he yelled, mockingly imitating Caesar. 

The meaning was clear: you keep saying no to everything.

"Well maybe you shouldn't be so damn annoying!" growled Caesar.

Jojo shouted something back, then furiously stormed out of the living room. Frankly, Caesar was relieved that he could finally do things around the house without constantly getting interrupted. He finished his daily chores in blessed peace, then took Bella for a walk to make up for her lack of exercise lately. Caesar didn't see Jojo all day, and he soon completely forgot about the alien. It was nighttime when he felt like something was missing. He realized with a groan that he got kind of used to sleeping together with Jojo. The alien also needed his body heat; argument or not, he couldn't just let Jojo freeze to death, so Caesar got out of bed to look for him. He discovered the alien in the guest room, bundled in the blanket on the floor, pressed up to the radiator.

"Come on Jojo, enough with the sulking already," said Caesar with an exasperated sigh. "Let's get into bed."

He reached out for Jojo, but a tentacle whipped out of the blanket cocoon and slapped his hand painfully.

"No!" hissed the alien venomously.

It caught Caesar off guard. For the usually smiley Jojo, who was eager to touch and be touched to slap his hand away like that, Caesar had probably pushed him to his limits. The man realized that not only did he deliberately disregard the alien's needs because they were inconvenient for him, he even reprimanded Jojo for them. Caesar suddenly felt ashamed about treating the alien so coldly.

"Jojo," he murmured pleadingly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored your needs like this. I have no excuse; I acted terribly. I won't ask you to forgive me, but please let me take you to bed. Let me warm you up."

The blanket shifted a little and Jojo peeked out of the cocoon. Instead of anger, there was only deep sadness on his face now, and he had tear streaks on his cheeks. Caesar's heart squeezed at the sight. He slowly reached out again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please come here?"

Jojo sniffled, and after a moment of hesitation, he cautiously extended a tentacle. Caesar took it into his hand and gently pulled the alien out of the blanket cocoon, to his chest. Jojo shuddered and wrapped his icy tentacles around the man.

"There we go sweetheart," murmured Caesar tenderly. The endearment slipped out of his mouth naturally. "I'm sorry for hurting you."

"C-Caesar," whimpered Jojo softly, his teeth chattering from the cold.

"Yes, I'm here now," replied the man.

Caesar carried Jojo into his bed, stopping on the way to turn the thermostat up a bit more. For the first time, he was the one to pull Jojo to him, and the alien wrapped all of his cold tentacles around the man, shivering. Caesar didn't try to pull away. He gently rubbed Jojo's back, wanting to warm him up as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, Jojo. I'm sorry," he murmured.

Caesar kept quietly apologizing until a cool tentacle gently touched his lips and stopped him.

"Caesar, alrait," whispered Jojo.

He looked up at the man with a smile a little sadder than usual, but it had a reassuring touch. It was as if he wanted to make sure that Caesar knew he was forgiven. It made the man regret how he treated Jojo even more. He gently pulled the alien even closer, and Jojo went with a relieved sigh.

"I'm sorry," whispered Caesar one more time.

The next morning, Caesar woke up to soft touches on his cheek. When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was Jojo's tentacle touching his birthmark. The alien yanked his tentacle away with a gasp when he noticed that Caesar was awake. The man gently grasped it and pulled it back to his birthmark. Jojo looked at him confused and uncertain.

"It's alright," said Caesar with a reassuring smile. "You can touch me, it's not such a big deal. I shouldn't have been so hard-headed about it."

Jojo gently caressed Caesar's birthmarks with a smile that was brighter than the sun.

After their fight, Jojo was noticeably shyer about initiating physical contact for a while. Instead of simply reaching a tentacle out toward Caesar or going straight for a hug, he sort of just wandered closer, timidly staring at the man when he was in need of touching. Or if Caesar seemed busy, he petted Bella a little to try tiding himself over. He made sure not to pick the dog up, so Bella could run away any time she wanted to.

Caesar was determined to show Jojo that he regretted his previous behavior. He wanted to earn back Jojo's trust and help the alien be able to naturally initiate physical contact again. Caesar started making more conscious efforts to meet Jojo's need for touches. When he noticed the alien lingering nearby, or pestering the dog too much, he gently called Jojo's name and spread his arms for a hug. He also didn't try to push Jojo away after a few seconds, but held him until the alien pulled away first. If it took five minutes, then it took five minutes. It was alright, his chores could wait. He even made sure that Jojo got enough physical contact at a time.

"Want more hug?" he would ask with a smile after the alien pulled away.

Sometimes Jojo had enough, but most often he burrowed back into Caesar's arms after a little hesitation. On a sudden whim, Caesar had taken to gently rubbing the alien's back while they hugged. He realized that Jojo was kinda cute, as he melted against Caesar in pure bliss. In the end, Caesar suspected that it was the backrubs that helped Jojo ask for touches without hesitation again.

Now that he wasn't stubbornly hung up on how intrusive and bothersome it was to keep having to hug Jojo, Caesar found that he actually started to even enjoy it. Soon, touching Jojo came naturally to him, without having to concentrate on it.  He automatically reached out to ruffle the alien's hair when he passed by Jojo. He patted the alien's head when Jojo fed Bella, or if Caesar just felt like it. And it was so easy to feel like it, with how Jojo looked absolutely ecstatic every time he was touched. It was adorable.

Caesar sometimes caught himself pausing whatever he was doing to just stare at Jojo as the alien was playing with the dog, or hummed an off-key little tune while fiddling with the radio. Jojo smiled at him when he caught Caesar staring. The man smiled back, then quickly returned to the task on hand, slightly embarrassed. Jojo was easy on the eyes, yes, but that was no reason to keep ogling him. So why did Caesar get lost in gazing at the alien all the time? It didn't make sense.

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Eventually, Jojo fully healed, and he let Caesar know that it was time for him to start working on his spaceship. However, it was almost winter by then, so Caesar didn't like that idea at all. Jojo got cold easily enough even indoors, so Caesar absolutely forbade him from going out in nothing but a tunic.

"I'm going to the shop now," declared Caesar firmly. "And while I'm out, you're staying inside, are we clear? No outside!" he said while pointing at the front door. "No!"

"Alrait, alrait," acquiesced Jojo wearily. 

Then he said something while pulling Caesar into the kitchen. He already knew that when Caesar said 'shop', that meant the man would return with items, most often food. Jojo picked up the empty sugar container and showed it to Caesar.

"Ah, we're out of sugar again, I see," sighed Caesar wearily. He patted Jojo's soft black locks. "Thank you for telling me."

Jojo beamed at him, then said something again. The only thing Caesar understood from it was 'cola'.

"No, you're drinking too much cola, it's not good for you."

"Cola!" repeated Jojo stubbornly, with a pout.

"Alright, fine, I'll get you cola," relented Caesar begrudgingly, much to the alien's joy.

Jojo was on the sofa watching the TV when Caesar got back from the shop. He eagerly got up to greet the man as soon as Caesar took off his coat and shoes. 

"Welcam bek, Caesar," he said happily, pressing his lips to Caesar's cheek.

"I'm back," replied Caesar with a chuckle. "I see you've been watching something stupid on the TV again."

"Teevee," confirmed Jojo happily, then asked about his cola.

"Yes, yes, I got you cola."

After Jojo absorbed his cola, Caesar called him over. He pulled out a knit vest, long leg warmers, a poncho, an ushanka hat, and a green-yellow striped scarf that he helped the astonished Jojo put on. He tried his best to get the alien clothes that were compatible with his tentacles. Overwhelmed with joy, Jojo threw his tentacles around Caesar, babbling something happily. The man chuckled, gently rubbing the alien's back.

"I take it you like them. Now you can go outside. Yes outside," he clarified, to make sure that Jojo understood him.

The alien said something that was undoubtedly a thank you, then hurried out. Much to Caesar's surprise, he was soon back with a few items. He put a long headband with a pattern of tesselated pink-purple triangles, and two feather hair accessories on Caesar.

"Merry Kreesmas," he said happily.

Caesar held his laughter back. It was the season of Christmas movies, and he figured that's where Jojo got the phrase, without realizing, that humans don't say that every time they give a gift to someone.

"Thank you, Jojo," said Caesar simply, smiling at the alien.

After that, Jojo went outside to work on his ship every day, until Caesar brought him inside and made him take a hot shower, to prevent the alien from freezing to death. Sometimes, Jojo had phone calls with other aliens besides Erina, clearly discussing ways to repair his shuttle. With Erina, he mostly talked about his day-to-day life on Earth. At least, that's what Caesar assumed, since he'd heard his own name, Bella's, and words like TV, cola, and sweet.

Caesar kept his new accessories on his bedside table, and put them on every morning, much to Jojo's delight. He also bought more clothes for the alien, so he'd have a few more changes of attire since the fabric tended to get dirty during the daily repair sessions. Jojo loved to put them on straight out of the dryer, still warm.

Jojo being allowed outside presented other opportunities as well. At one time, Caesar followed the alien outside with Bella and called him aside before Jojo could start working on his ship. Caesar showed the little ball he had in his hand to the dog, then threw it away. 

"Fetch!"

Bella ran after the ball and picked it up. Caesar called her back and gently took the ball from her. He patted the head of the dog affectionately.

"Good girl, Bella. Good." Then the man turned to Jojo, handing the ball to the alien. "Now you. Say 'fetch'!"

Jojo tried his best to imitate Caesar. He showed the ball to Bella, then threw it away, shouting "fecch".

The dog eagerly ran after the ball again. Jojo called her name, just like he'd seen Caesar do it. Bella came running back to him with the ball.

"Yes, now say 'good'. Good," said Caesar with a smile.

"Gud Bella, gud," cooed Jojo happily, patting and rubbing the dog's head.

"Alright, now throw the ball again," encouraged Caesar.

He watched as Jojo happily played with Bella, praising her thoroughly every time she brought the ball back. The alien could finally spoil the dog to his heart's content, while Bella still got enough exercise. From then on, Jojo sometimes took a break from working on the repairs to play fetch with Bella.

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Jojo was excited when it started snowing for the first time, having seen it on TV, but he was a bit disappointed to find out that it was cold. It also made working on the spaceship a bit harder. One day, when Caesar went to bring Jojo inside to warm up, he found the alien angry and frustrated. Clearly, fixing the ship hadn't gone well that day. Jojo didn't notice Caesar approaching, too focused on work. Before Caesar could call out to him, Jojo lifted the tool in one of his tentacles and slammed it against the ship with an angry shout. Caesar quickly stepped up to him and caught the tentacle before Jojo could strike again.

"Woah hey, don't break it," he murmured soothingly.

"Caesar," gasped Jojo. 

Much to Caesar's alarm, the alien suddenly burst into tears. Caesar quickly pulled him into a hug, while Jojo sobbed and babbled something about Erina. The alien clung to him desperately, shaking from both the cold and his emotions. Caesar rubbed Jojo's back comfortingly.

"It'll be alright, I promise. You'll fix your ship soon and then you can go back to Erina and the others," he whispered gently. He stood up and pulled Jojo with him. "Come on, let's go inside. You're freezing, that was enough repairing for today."

Caesar ushered the sniffling Jojo into the bathroom to take a hot shower. The alien took longer in the shower, probably to rehydrate a bit after crying, and also to compose himself somewhat. When he came out, dressed in his warm clothes straight out of the dryer, Caesar was waiting for him on the living room couch with a cola, a throw blanket, and the TV remote.

"Come here, let me hug you," invited Caesar with spread arms and a smile.

Jojo practically flew into his arms. He pressed close to Caesar on the couch, very nearly climbing into the man's lap. Caesar covered Jojo with the blanket, then turned the TV on to a comedy. The alien stuck a tentacle into the cola, wrapping the others around Caesar and resting his head in the crook of the man's neck as they watched the TV.

Caesar was already used to this amount of frequent physical closeness with Jojo, but this time - maybe because of the emotional scene they shared - it felt different. It wasn't simply about fulfilling Jojo's needs, so it felt more intimate in a way that Caesar hadn't anticipated. Jojo's warm puffs of breath on his neck and his soft hair against Caesar's cheek soon started driving the man crazy. Since Jojo was practically in his lap, Caesar prayed that the alien wouldn't notice that he popped a boner. As if sensing his discomfort, Jojo lifted his head from the crook of Caesar's neck and looked up at the man.

"Caesar?" he whispered, his beautiful galaxy eyes filled with concern.

Jojo smelled like a grandmother's kitchen after a batch of delicious pie had just come out of the oven. Sweet, a little fruity, warm, and comforting. Caesar wondered how he'd never paid attention to it before. His gaze unwittingly flitted to Jojo's full lips, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to kiss them. Of course, he realized at first glance that Jojo was handsome, and later he got to find out that the alien was also cute, helpful, and kind-hearted. But until now he didn't even think about the possibility of doing something sexual with Jojo. And now it just crashed on him all out of the blue and left him lightheaded.

"...sar? Caesar?"

Caesar finally realized that Jojo was worriedly calling his name. He came back to himself with a gasp. At that exact moment, Jojo's slightly pointy tongue poked out to wet his full lips, and Caesar suppressed a shiver at feeling a tiny bead of precum dribbling down his shaft. 

"It's nothing. I'm alright," he murmured hoarsely. He gently pushed Jojo's head back to the crook of his neck. "Don't worry, just watch the TV."

Jojo hummed softly and somehow burrowed even closer to Caesar than before. The man needed every ounce of self-control to keep himself from burying his fingers into those soft black locks, angling Jojo's head, and kissing him breathless. Then push him back onto the couch, take off his clothes and...

Mercifully, the movie ended, and Caesar quickly excused himself to take a shower. After beating one out under the warm spray of water, he was able to make himself dinner without going crazy. It wasn't easy though, as Jojo was apparently still feeling downcast and spent the entirety of cooking pressed up to Caesar, with his tentacles around the man's torso. 

At bedtime, Jojo snuggled up to Caesar just like usual. Caesar thought that would be the end of it. The alien would soon fall asleep, basking in his body heat, and then maybe he could also get some sleep. So he almost jumped out of his skin, when a tentacle gently but deliberately brushed his cock. 

"Woah, wait," gasped Caesar, catching the tentacle. 

Jojo immediately jolted away as if he was burned, and started frantically babbling. Caesar had to catch him and pull him back before he could have jumped out of bed. 

"Hey-hey, it's alright! I didn't mean no. I... I want to have sex with you too, but..." Caesar raked his fingers through his hair and let out a weary sigh. "We can't even understand each other. Would it really be a good idea to get sexually involved? We can't discuss if we're expecting the same thing out of a sexual relationship or not. What if it's just casual sex for one of us, while the other is in love or something?"

Jojo was looking at the man intently, clearly trying his best to decipher what was Caesar frantically babbling about. He probably managed to grasp at least the "not no" part, because he wasn't trying to get out of bed anymore. He curled the tentacle that Caesar was still holding around the man's hand.

"Dont anderstend?" asked Jojo.

"Yes, we don't understand each other," sighed Caesar. 

Jojo nodded.

"Want?" he tried again.

"Yes," whispered Caesar hoarsely. "I want you."

Jojo scooted closer, and his gaze flitted to Caesar's mouth, making the man vaguely wonder if kissing was a thing for Jojo's species. Then the alien licked his lips again, and Caesar's self-control snapped. He yanked Jojo against him and finally claimed those full lips. He immediately found out that Jojo's species most definitely DID kiss. First, Jojo thoroughly explored Caesar's mouth with his tongue, then coiled it around Caesar's, pulled it into his own mouth, and gave it a hard suck. Caesar moaned, carding his fingers through the alien's soft hair as he took control of their kiss. He licked Jojo's soft palate, then gently nipped at the alien's plush bottom lip. 

They separated with a gasp, then Caesar pushed Jojo back to the bed, untied his belt, and pushed up his tunic. The alien hurriedly pulled it off, while tugging at Caesar's t-shirt with another tentacle. Caesar quickly undressed, and let out a little chuckle, when a curious tentacle immediately curled around his erect cock. He put his hand over the tentacle and showed Jojo how to pump his cock, then moved to untie the sash around the alien's waist. Caesar froze at the sight of Jojo's genitals. Jojo had a cock-like tentacle, about as long and thick as Caesar's own cock, just much more mobile. But below his balls, he also had something that sort of resembled a human pussy, surrounded by small, flat and thin tentacles that looked almost like flower petals. And lastly, he had something that was quite obviously a butthole. Caesar suspected that he probably should try penetrating the pussy-looking hole with his penis, but he thought it would be better to ask and make sure.

"Uh... so which one do you want me to..." he muttered, awkwardly waving toward Jojo's genitals.

The alien must have guessed what was Caesar asking because his cheeks blushed to a soft purplish color. He shyly reached down with two tentacles and pulled his pussy slightly open. Caesar groaned at the sight of a drop of slick dribbling out of it.

"So wet," he murmured with awe. "Are you always this wet, or is this just for me?"

"Caesar," sighed Jojo. 

Caesar gently caressed the alien's dripping pussy, gasping in surprise when the delicate petal-like tentacles curled around his finger. He petted the soft petals, before slipping his finger in deeper. Jojo was unbelievably wet inside, so Caesar soon slid another finger in. Jojo moaned and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. For a while, they just caressed each other while kissing, until Jojo pulled away with a gasp. He impatiently said something, insistently rubbing Caesar's cock. The meaning was clear: he wanted Caesar's cock inside him right away. 

Caesar chuckled and reached for a condom. He put it on, then carefully pressed his cock into Jojo's slippery pussy. Much to this surprise, Jojo frowned, then pushed Caesar away after a few gentle thrusts. He pulled the condom off and threw it aside, then tried to pull Caesar back in. The man resisted.

"Wait, we shouldn't do it without a condom. You're probably able to get pregnant," said Caesar, reaching for another condom.

A tentacle caught his wrist, and Jojo whined something softly, pulling at Caesar again. The man sighed.

"Alright, fine, but I'm not coming inside you."

He gently pressed his cock in again and this time, without the condom being in the way, Jojo's insides felt simply heavenly around him. It was wet and warm, soft but still strong. Caesar felt as if Jojo's insides were massaging his cock as he pushed in, the petals caressing him on every pull. It was nearly overwhelming, and he wasn't sure how long would he be able to last. Caesar tried to go slow, but Jojo moaned and rocked back onto his cock, obviously trying to get him to go faster. So he did. He leaned down to kiss Jojo as he thrust into him hard and fast. From the way Jojo's insides clenched around him more and more often, Caesar could feel that the alien was close too. Jojo soon came with a shudder and a whimper, his tentacle cock spasming and spurting cum onto his own belly. His petals squeezed Caesar so tight, that he could barely pull out in time. He came hard onto the bedsheet between Jojo's tentacles with a groan. After they caught their breaths, Jojo noticed Caesar's cum on the bed. Confused, he pointed at it, then at his own pussy, and asked something.

"No, I'm not finishing inside you," scoffed Caesar. "There's no way I'm getting you pregnant when we don't even understand each other."

Jojo uncertainly nodded, but he looked slightly disappointed as he watched Caesar mop the cum stain up with a tissue. Caesar didn't bother putting his clothes back on. After cleaning up the alien's release too, he just threw the tissues and the slightly used condom into the trash, then climbed into bed and pulled the also naked Jojo to his chest. The alien was pleasantly warm thanks to their shared physical activity. Caesar pressed a soft kiss to Jojo's lips, successfully replacing the disappointed pout with an elated smile, then soon fell asleep with the alien in his arms. 

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Caesar woke up to soft touches on his birthmarks again. He opened his eyes and smiled at Jojo, gently catching one of the caressing tentacles and pressing a kiss onto it. The alien let out a happy giggle.

"Good morning, Jojo," murmured Caesar tenderly.

"Gud morning, Caesar," sighed Jojo with a contented smile. 

They shared a few chaste kisses before getting up to start the day. However, as Jojo moved, he flinched and fell back into the bed with a startled little yelp. Half-dressed, Caesar dropped the rest of his clothes and was by the alien's side in a split second.

"Jojo, are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes, alrait, alrait," assured Jojo.

But his smile was awkward and pained, and one of his tentacles unwittingly slid down, between his leg-tentacles. Caesar immediately realized what was going on. He gently took Jojo's face between his hands and peppered it with kisses.

"Oh baby, you're sore! Was I too rough with you? I'm so sorry!"

"Caesar, alrait," insisted Jojo again. 

"No, it's not alright!"

Caesar bundled Jojo into the blanket and carried him into the living room. He deposited the alien onto the couch, turned the TV on, then handed the remote to Jojo. Caesar quickly got dressed, then made warm honey water for Jojo and brought it to him. During the day, Jojo tried to get up from the couch several times for things like feeding Bella or working on his ship, but Caesar only allowed him to go to the bathroom and fussed over him all day. Jojo was half exasperated by Caesar's overprotectiveness and half overjoyed by all the extra attention he was receiving. 

As they cuddled together at bedtime like usual, Jojo started touching Caesar with unmistakable intentions. His cool tentacles caressed the man's chest and snuck into his underwear, as Jojo pressed warm kisses onto Caesar's neck and jaw. The man let out a soft groan and caught the naughty tentacle curling around his cock.

"Jojo no, we shouldn't have sex tonight, you're feeling sore."

"Caesaaaar," whined Jojo needily.

He insistently ground his crotch against Caesar's thigh, rubbing the man's cock with another tentacle. Jojo really had Caesar at a disadvantage with all that extra limbs he had. Another tentacle slid into the man's hair, sending pleasant shivers down Caesar's spine, as Jojo pulled him into a hungry kiss. The alien's pointed tongue was slimy and sweet and had Caesar moaning into the kiss. 

"Alright," gasped Caesar, when they separated for air. "I'll make you feel good, if you want it so much."

He pushed Jojo back to the bed and untied his belt. The alien eagerly shed his tunic, while Caesar took the sash off him too. Jojo was a vision laid out naked on Caesar's bed. His tousled jet-black hair, soft like the finest silk, his beautiful starry eyes looking up at Caesar with adoration, his handsome face flushed to a faint purple hue, everything. Caesar slowly kissed down Jojo's body, taking his time, unlike the previous night. Jojo's pecs were slightly plumper and softer than a human male's, and the alien gasped when Caesar gently licked his nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. He lavished the other nipple with the same attention, then trailed kisses down Jojo's belly to his excitedly wiggling penis tentacle. He gave it a few kisses and licks, making the alien moan loudly before he moved to his destination.

Jojo's alien pussy waved its delicate petals at Caesar as if trying to beckon him closer. He didn't hesitate to accept the invitation. The petals softly caressed Caesar's face as he peppered them with gentle kisses. They were just like Jojo, eager for his attention, wiggling to Caesar's lips to get their share of kisses. Caesar vaguely wondered if Jojo could control them, or if this was just something his body did on its own. He gently separated the little petals with his finger, then ran his tongue through the wet slit from bottom to top. Jojo let out a loud cry, and his whole body violently jolted. Caesar repeated the motion, then buried his tongue into the sopping hole. It felt sweet on his tongue, because of course it did. 

"I should have known you'd taste sweet here too," he rumbled against Jojo's pussy, before dipping his tongue inside again.

"Caesar," whimpered Jojo.

The alien writhed on the bed, moaning loudly as Caesar thoroughly ate his pussy out. Of course, with his tongue, Caesar couldn't reach as deep as with his cock, but he felt Jojo's insides trying in vain to pull him in deeper. He slipped two fingers in alongside his tongue, and the alien's insides immediately gripped down on them needily. Jojo's tentacles desperately clung to anything they could - the pillows, the blankets, the headboard, Caesar's hair - as the alien convulsed on the bed, moaning and whimpering. Caesar reached up with his free hand, and a tentacle immediately grabbed it. Finally, Jojo shuddered and came with a sob, his tentacles curling in pleasure. Caesar licked and fingered him through his orgasm, then pulled away and wiped his wet mouth on the back of his hand. He smirked down at the panting Jojo, ignoring his own aching hardness.

"There we go. Do you feel better, sweetheart?"

Jojo let out a feral growl and lunged at Caesar. The man suddenly had tentacles all over him, grabbing him and tugging off his shirt and underwear, and damn if that wasn't hot as fuck. Caesar couldn't do much, other than let himself be manhandled, but it wasn't like he wanted to anyway. After he got Caesar stripped down, Jojo laid back on the bed, pulling the man on top of him. He claimed Caesar's lips hungrily, and the man let out a startled noise into their kiss when he felt Jojo take hold of his cock and guide it between the delicate grabby petals of his pussy. 

"Jojo, wait...," gasped Caesar.

"No," replied the alien stubbornly.

And with that, Jojo snapped up his hips, impaling himself on Caesar's cock with a loud cry. He started rocking up, trying to fuck himself on Caesar's cock needily. With Caesar's consideration of Jojo's sore pussy going all to waste like that, there was no point in denying the alien anymore. So Caesar took over and started thrusting into the alien.

"Ah! Yes! Caesar..." moaned Jojo, and he flashed an ecstatic, grateful smile at the man.

"Jojo," purred Caesar. "My pretty Jojo, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes upon. My brilliant shooting star, who came crashing into my life. I'm so fortunate to have met you. You perfect, celestial wonder."

"Caesar..." panted Jojo. "Dont anderstend..."

Caesar stopped thrusting and let out a weary sigh. He loved to praise his partners, to show them how amazing they were, how much he appreciated them, and to make them happy. It came to him naturally, so he did it with Jojo too, without thinking. Only, the alien wasn't able to understand a single word of it. Caesar pressed a kiss to the tip of Jojo's nose.

"Jojo cute," he said with an amused chuckle.

Jojo flashed a radiant, happy smile at him, making Caesar immediately forget about the slight disappointment. The alien needily rolled his hips, trying to get Caesar to move again. The man complied with the silent request. Caesar wanted to take it slow, to be able to last longer, but Jojo didn't let him. The alien needily rocked back onto Caesar's cock as fast as he could, prompting the man to pick up the pace. Soon, Caesar was slamming into Jojo with reckless abandon, with no hope of lasting too much longer. Thankfully, Jojo also seemed close. He was writhing and moaning under Caesar, and his insides kept squeezing the man's cock. Caesar's hips stuttered as he approached the edge, and he prepared to pull out. But much to his surprise, Jojo's tentacles suddenly circled around him, holding him down as he spilled his load into the alien's tight pussy with a loud cry. Jojo rocked up onto Caesar's cock a couple more times, then he also came with a shudder and a sob, painting his own stomach with his release for the second time. Caesar pulled away as soon as he caught his breath.

"What the hell, Jojo?!" he yelled, upset. "I thought you understood that I didn't want to come inside you!"

"Caesar...," tried Jojo placatingly, but the man ignored him and continued his tirade.

"Dammit, I knew it was a bad idea to have sex without being able to properly discuss things! I can't believe you betrayed my trust and forced me to..."

"Caesar."

"WHAT?" 

Jojo said something that Caesar didn't understand and pointed a tentacle toward his own crotch. Caesar begrudgingly looked in the indicated direction. He watched in astonishment as Jojo flexed the muscles on his belly, and spurted out Caesar's cum onto the bedsheets. 

"Oh...," muttered Caesar awkwardly. "So you can do that, huh. That's... that's convenient, I guess." He reached out and gently caressed Jojo's cheek. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, darling."

Jojo just smiled at him and leaned into the touch, unoffended. Caesar quickly cleaned up the alien's belly and the sheets, then climbed into the bed, exhausted. Jojo wasted no time snuggling up to him. He pulled the alien close and pressed a soft kiss onto his head. They fell asleep in a warm embrace. 

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From then on, Caesar and Jojo were all over each other. They were having sex all the time, and Caesar simply couldn't keep his hands off the alien. Now he was the one who kept pulling Jojo into hugs and kisses, much to the alien's delight. Aside from the language barrier, they were just like a proper couple. When Christmas arrived and Caesar brought home a tree, Jojo immediately recognized it from the movies, and he excitedly started babbling about "teevee" and "merry kreesmas". He was overjoyed to be allowed to help decorate the Christmas tree, mesmerized by the colorful lights. Of course, he had to call Erina to show it to her, while Caesar was busy cooking the simple Christmas dinner for himself. He opened a jar of his own canned fruits for Jojo since it was less solid food, and much to his relief, the alien loved it. Caesar got Jojo a fluffy dressing gown with the sleeves cut off for Christmas. In return, Jojo gifted him a little gadget, that played various alien songs when Caesar turned it on.

Eventually, Jojo was able to fix the thing on his spaceship that had made him so upset before. He ran into the house, excited, and pulled Caesar outside to proudly show it to him. After that, though, much to Caesar's surprise, Jojo went outside to work on his ship less often. Instead, he spent some of his time inside, sitting on the living room couch and working on some kind of small device. Caesar assumed it was somehow related to the spaceship too. He liked having Jojo inside the house more often. He didn't have to worry about the alien freezing outside in the snow, and Jojo being closer provided way more opportunities for Caesar to be affectionate and spoil him to his heart's content. As Jojo was tinkering with his small device on the couch, Caesar hugged him from behind and pressed a kiss right onto the star-shaped mark that Jojo had at the base of his neck, making the alien squeal and giggle.

"I'm going to the shop. Do you want anything, sweetheart?" asked the man lovingly.

"Cola," replied Jojo immediately.

"Oh, silly me," chuckled Caesar. "Of course my pretty prince would want cola. Alright, I'll get you some."

It took about three hours for him to drive to town, do the shopping and drive back home. Jojo immediately put his work down and went to greet the man, as soon as Caesar stepped inside.

"Welcam bek, Caesar," cooed the alien, wrapping his tentacles around Caesar, and pulling the man into a kiss.

"I'm back, darling," replied Caesar tenderly, after they separated. "I brought something sweet for you."

"Sweet," exclaimed Jojo happily.

He excitedly followed Caesar into the dining room. The man quickly put the groceries away, leaving only a paper box out on the table. Jojo curiously watched as Caesar opened the box, revealing a chocolate cake inside. He cut the cake up and placed a slice onto a plate.

"Sit down," said Caesar with a smile, gesturing towards one of the chairs.

After Jojo took a seat, the man picked up the fork, chipped off a bite of the cake, and held it to the alien's mouth. For a moment, Jojo looked at Caesar with awe, then he opened his mouth. He let out a delighted moan at the taste of the chocolate cake, making Caesar chuckle. 

"Sweet, huh? Just like you, my angel."

"Sweet," moaned Jojo, accepting another bite from the man. 

As Caesar fed the cake to Jojo bit by bit, he soon noticed the alien acting a bit strange. Jojo was fidgeting on the chair, pressing and rubbing his leg tentacles together, his arm tentacles kept curling and unfurling, and his face was flushed. When Jojo finished eating the slice of cake, Caesar picked up a napkin and wiped the alien's mouth. Much to his surprise, Jojo let out a soft moan at that. And Caesar suddenly realized what was going on. All the attention and getting taken care of had aroused Jojo. 

As if in slow motion, Caesar put the napkin down and reached out to caress Jojo's cheek. The alien nuzzled into the touch, then stuck out his tongue and licked Caesar's thumb while holding eye contact. Something snapped inside Caesar, and he yanked Jojo onto his lap and kissed him hungrily. The alien moaned into the kiss and shamelessly ground down onto Caesar's crotch. He wrapped his tentacles around the man, and Caesar stood up to carry Jojo into the bedroom. They hurriedly divested themselves of their clothes, before eagerly falling back into an embrace. 

Jojo laid back on the bed, pulling Caesar with him as they fiercely claimed each other's lips. The man reached down to pet Jojo's pussy, chuckling at the way the soft petals needily grabbed onto his fingers. The alien was so wet, that his juices almost gushed out around Caesar's fingers as he pushed them in.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" purred Caesar lustily. "My attention? You want me to spoil you, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Caesar... Caesar," moaned Jojo needily.

Caesar softly caressed the alien's soaked pussy, making Jojo shudder with every stroke. The alien's arousal of course didn't leave Caesar unaffected either. His cock was already rock hard, proudly standing at attention. Jojo choked on a whimper when the man pulled his fingers out to replace them with his cock. Caesar gently and slowly rocked into Jojo, prolonging every sensation to cause the alien as much pleasure as possible. Jojo seemed to enjoy the affectionate treatment, gazing at the man with pure adoration. 

Caesar's heart squeezed at the sight. He wanted the alien to always look at him like that. He wished that Jojo wouldn't be able to fix his spaceship, so he'd have no choice but to stay with Caesar forever. Knowing that Jojo wouldn't understand it, he allowed himself to say his selfish thoughts out loud.

"Oh Jojo," he whispered wistfully. "My Jojo. My beautiful, perfect Jojo. I wish you'd be mine forever. How will I continue living my life, when my light is gone from it? Don't go, don't rip my heart out, and take it with you. Stay with me, my shining star. Please, stay with me."

Jojo apparently sensed the change in Caesar's mood, because he reached out a tentacle to caress Caesar's cheek, looking at the man with concern.

"Caesar?" he murmured worriedly. 

Caesar couldn't hold his feelings in anymore. What was one more confession, after already pouring his heart out, anyway? Suddenly, he needed Jojo to understand something.

"I love you!" said Caesar desperately. "I love you, Jojo. I love you, I love you!"

He tried his best to get his feelings across; caressing Jojo's soft hair, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, and peppering the alien's face with gentle kisses. He earnestly kept repeating his confession, wishing that Jojo could somehow understand it. The alien looked at Caesar troubled and intent, clearly trying to understand the distressed man. Caesar pulled the caressing tentacle to his lips and pressed a warm kiss onto it.

"I love you, Jojo," he murmured, looking deep into Jojo's eyes. "I love you."

Suddenly, Jojo gasped, his eyes widening. He curled a tentacle around Caesar's hand, and the man gently squeezed it.

"I love you?" asked the alien, uncertain, but hopeful.

"Yes!" exclaimed Caesar eagerly. "I love you, Jojo!"

Jojo's expression immediately brightened into a jubilant smile, his starry eyes shining at Caesar with pure happiness.

"I love you, Caesar!"

Caesar cradled the alien closer, and Jojo nuzzled to him affectionately, wrapping his tentacles around the man. For a while, they just held each other, pressing soft kisses anywhere they could reach, as they kept whispering 'I love you'. 

But Jojo couldn't hide his still persisting arousal for too long. His insides unwittingly massaged Caesar's cock, needily trying to suck him in deeper. The man tipped Jojo's chin up to claim his plump lips in a kiss, as he started gently thrusting again. Jojo moaned into the kiss and rocked up to meet Caesar's movements, spurring the man into picking up the pace. Soon, Caesar was slamming his cock into Jojo hard and fast, making love to the alien passionately. Jojo's orgasms were always intense for the both of them. The alien's whole body shuddered as he came onto his own belly, and his pussy desperately clung to Caesar's cock, trying to keep him inside and suck him dry of everything he could give. Caesar rode out their shared orgasm, then slumped onto Jojo, panting.

They traded gentle kisses, while they waited for the alien's delicate petals to relax around Caesar and let him pull away. A few minutes later, the petals released the man, and he carefully slid his cock out of Jojo's pussy and sat up. Caesar waited for the alien to expel his cum, but nothing happened.

"Jojo?" he asked, confused. "Come on, push it out, darling."

"I love you, Caesar," whined Jojo with a pout. He reached a tentacle out to rub Caesar's cheek while saying something in his own language.

"Yes, I love you too, sweetheart. But I told you that we're not making babies while we don't understand each other," explained Caesar patiently. He gently rubbed Jojo's belly. "Come on, beautiful. Be a good boy for me and let it out."

Jojo's bottom lip wobbled, and he looked at Caesar miserably, but he did as the man asked, and spurted the cum out. 

"There we go," purred Caesar with a gentle smile, ruffling the alien's soft hair. "Thank you, my angel. I love you."

He quickly wiped the sheets and Jojo's belly with a tissue, then wasted no time cuddling to the alien and pulling him to his chest. He tipped Jojo's chin up and kissed away the disappointed expression on the alien's face. 

"I love you, Caesar," sighed Jojo contentedly.

"I love you, Jojo," whispered Caesar in return.

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After that, Jojo spent even more time inside, working on his small gadget, rather than outside with his ship, but Caesar didn't think much of it. He assumed that it was just inconvenient and too cold for Jojo to try working on the spacecraft knee-deep in snow. As Caesar watched Jojo tinkering with his small device, he recalled the alien's phone call to Erina the day after their mutual confessions. 

When he'd heard Jojo say 'I love you' to Erina, Caesar instantly knew what were they talking about, and he froze in fear. He wasn't exactly sure who Erina was to Jojo, but they were family members and Jojo loved her, that much was clear. What if Erina didn't approve of their relationship? They were different species from different planets after all. Caesar peeked out from behind the corner, hoping that neither of the aliens would notice him. Much to his immense relief, there wasn't any rejection or displeasure visible on Erina's face. She looked at Jojo lovingly and said something gentle and supportive, that made Jojo beam at her happily. 

Caesar was startled out of his reminiscing by Jojo's triumphant yell.

"Caesar!" called the alien excitedly.

He waved the man over, patting the couch next to himself, inviting Caesar to sit down. The man was surprised to see that there was not one, but two little devices in front of Jojo on the coffee table. They looked sort of like a hearing aid, and Caesar's observation proved correct when Jojo placed one of them on his own ear, and the other on Caesar's.  

"There," said Jojo with a nervous grin. "Are they working? Can you understand me, Caesar?"

Caesar just stared at Jojo, the realization that he could finally understand the alien stunning him speechless. So Jojo had actually been working on a way for them to be able to communicate! And he succeeded! The alien's smile slowly turned into disappointment at Caesar's silence.

"Do they not work? Let me adjust..."

Caesar grabbed the tentacle that was reaching towards his ear and yanked the surprised Jojo into a feverish kiss. 

"Jojo," he purred passionately. "My clever, adorable, beautiful Jojo. Light of my life. My precious angel from the sky."

Now Jojo was the one staring at Caesar, his galaxy eyes wide with shock, and his mouth comically hanging open. After a moment of astonished silence, the alien spoke again. 

"Were... were you always saying things like this to me?" he muttered, his voice slightly trembling.

"Yes," replied Caesar simply. 

Jojo's face instantly flushed bright purple at that, much to the man's immense satisfaction. Finally, the alien could understand all the little endearments Caesar wanted to shower him with. The man pulled Jojo into another hungry kiss, and the alien moaned into his mouth.

"Jojo... are these things waterproof?" murmured Caesar, low and sultry.

"Huh? Yes, but why? Woah!"

Jojo let out a startled yelp when Caesar suddenly rose from the couch and picked him up. The man marched into the bathroom with Jojo in his arms and wasted no time divesting the alien of his clothes. Then he quickly undressed too, while Jojo set the shower temperature to his preference. 

From previous experience, Caesar knew that Jojo loved to have sex in the shower. He obviously enjoyed being well-hydrated, warm, and in pleasure all at the same time. Caesar leaned back against the still-cold shower wall and lifted Jojo onto his hard cock. The alien was supporting himself with two of his leg tentacles, so it would be easier for Caesar to hold him up, and wrapped the rest around the man.

"I love you, Jojo," panted Caesar between hot kisses.

Jojo's starry eyes twinkled at the man delightedly.

"It really means that!" he gasped joyously. "I... I really hoped that I was right about it. Oh, I love you, Caesar! I love you so much!" 

They made love passionately, until Jojo shuddered apart in Caesar's arms with a moan, coming between their bellies. Caesar spilled into him, softly groaning at the alien's insides milking his sensitive cock dry. He gently pulled out of Jojo when the petals released him, but didn't put the alien down.

"Come on, beautiful, push my cum out," murmured Caesar.

"I don't want to," whined Jojo. "I want to have babies with spots."

"Spots?" asked the man, confused.

"Yes, spots like these," said Jojo, rubbing Caesar's cheek under his eye.

"Oh, my birthmarks!" exclaimed Caesar in realization. "So this is what you've been trying to tell me!"

"Birthmarks," sighed Jojo happily.

Caesar chuckled. "I knew you liked them, but I had no idea, that you loved them this much. I'm sorry my love, we aren't having children now."

"But why?" asked Jojo desperately. "We can understand each other now!"

"Yes, and we've got a lot to talk about," replied Caesar seriously. "So please, push my cum out, sweetheart."

Jojo reluctantly complied, letting the water wash his lover's release down the drain with a disappointed frown on his face. Caesar pressed a soft kiss to those pouty lips, pushed the alien away slightly to clean their bellies down, then turned the water off. They hugged each other until Jojo absorbed all of the droplets on his own body, and from Caesar's too, where their skin was touching. It was a convenient and comforting way of getting dry, and both of them enjoyed the shared closeness immensely. When there was no more moisture for Jojo to absorb, they reluctantly parted. Caesar quickly toweled himself down the rest of the way, then they put their clothes back on and returned to the living room.

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Now that they could finally talk properly, Caesar learned, that Jojo was an eijanar, that was one of the many species living on the planet Suplaria. Space travel was apparently a casual everyday thing on Suplaria, much like hopping into a car. Jojo was on an intergalactic vacation with his own shuttle, when a space jump accidentally went wrong, and he crashed on Earth. Luckily for him, Earth was very similar to Suplaria in regards to its atmosphere and its distance from its own sun, so he was able to survive on the planet. Suplaria also had various climates, just like Earth, and the place where Jojo and his family lived was sunny, warm, and humid. Speaking of Jojo's family, it turned out that Erina was one of Jojo's grandparents.

Suplaria's people didn't have the concept of mother and father, so the words didn't exist in Jojo's language. Much like many other species on Suplaria, every eijanar had both a penis and a vagina and they could both sire and carry children. Usually, male-presenting eijanars like Jojo himself carried the babies to term, because their bodies were bigger and stronger, but it was up to the couple's preference, which one of them wanted to get impregnated by the other. Caesar was just as flabbergasted about the reproductive system of Jojo's species, as Jojo was about humans having strictly separated biological sexes and females always having to give birth to babies.

They could finally also discuss their relationship and discovered, that while casual sex as a concept existed in both societies, Jojo and Caesar did actually want the same thing from each other: a romantic relationship. The only thing they both seemed to avoid talking about was the end of Jojo's stay on Earth. Caesar soon noticed that the eijanar started visibly slacking off on repairing his ship, often choosing to play with Bella and watch TV with Caesar instead. One day, the man decided to ask about it.

"Jojo," he said gently. "Is something wrong, sweetheart? Why haven't you been working on your spaceship lately?"

Jojo fidgeted with his tentacles and let out an awkward little laugh. 

"Well... I sort of decided to... stay. I hope you don't mind... I talked to Granny Erina about it, and she was sad, but she said she understands, and..."

"Jojo, wait," interrupted Caesar. "As much as I'd love it if you'd stay with me, you can't. Extraterrestrials visiting the planet isn't a thing here. Or at least not a thing that the public knows about."

"Extraterrestrials?" asked Jojo, confused.

"People from other planets," explained Caesar. "If other humans discovered that you were here, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to stay with me. Powerful people would take you away, parade you around like a spectacle, and probably force you to share your superior technology with humans. Maybe they'd even perform experiments on you, or try to take over your planet if your technology were already in their hands." The man let out a mournful sigh. "If you'd stay here, you'd need to be my secret forever. You'd have to live your life hiding from humans, never being able to make any friends here. That's not a life I'd want for someone I love. It'd be much better for you to go back to your family."

"I... I understand," muttered Jojo hoarsely, his galaxy eyes filling with tears. "The repairs on the ship are almost finished, so I'll..." The eijanar choked on a sob.

"I'm sorry," whispered Caesar sadly, pulling Jojo into a tight hug. "I'm sorry that humans are like this. I'm so sorry."

As he held the crying Jojo in his arms and rubbed his back comfortingly, Caesar was suddenly struck by a wild idea.

"Jojo," he murmured, gently pushing the eijanar away a bit to be able to look into his eyes. "You said that Suplaria is similar to Earth, right?"

"Huh? Yeah, why?" sniffled Jojo, wiping his eyes with a tentacle. 

"Do you think... it would be suitable for a human to live there?"

Jojo's eyes widened, and he gasped in realization.

"Yes!" he exclaimed desperately. 

"Then... instead of you staying here with me, how about I go to Suplaria with you?" asked Caesar with a hopeful smile.

"Oh Caesar!" Jojo ecstatically threw his tentacles around the man. "Yes! Yes, I'd love that! But are you really sure? What about your family and friends? And your whole life here. I can't expect you to make such a sacrifice for me."

"You were willing to make the same sacrifice for me too," Caesar reminded him seriously. "I don't have any siblings, and my parents died already. I also drifted away from my friends lately, so it's fine. I'd be happy to live on Suplaria with you."

At that, Jojo broke into tears again, pulling the man into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank you, Caesar!" he sobbed. "I love you!"

"I love you too," murmured Caesar gently.

Once Jojo calmed down, they excitedly started planning their journey to Suplaria. Since Caesar didn't have any remaining family members, he decided to pack the things most important to him and sell the farm. However, since he was going to leave the whole planet behind, he was wondering about what to do with the money he'd get for his house. He figured that he probably wouldn't need human money on Suplaria, so he contemplated donating to some charity causes. That is, until Jojo presented another idea.

"Could you buy some more Bellas, maybe?"

"More Bellas?" asked Caesar, confused. Then the realization hit him. "Oh, you mean more dogs!" 

So Caesar turned on his laptop and image-searched dogs for Jojo on the internet. The eijanar was absolutely thrilled to find out that dogs come in several pretty breeds and that Caesar allowed him to choose the ones he liked. 

Jojo called Erina to tell her about the news. Since Erina didn't have a translator device, Jojo interpreted for her and Caesar, as they discussed the kinds of foods that would be available for Caesar on Suplaria, since he couldn't survive on just carbohydrates and water. Much to his relief, Erina told him that there were various solid food options, and they could also synthetically reconstruct whatever Caesar wanted them to.

After Jojo finished repairing his spaceship, he spent his time putting the meals that Caesar made into the replicator. Of course, he made sure to replicate his favorite things too, like sugar, honey, and cola. He was also feeding and playing with Bella and the new dogs. Caesar purchased several adult dogs of various breeds, and many puppies too.  

Meanwhile, Caesar was getting supplies for the journey and stocked up on things that he didn't want to part with, like his favorite spices, various fruit tree saplings, and many types of flower seeds, among other things. Even on a new planet, he wanted to be surrounded by his beloved sunflowers. 

When everything was about ready, Caesar visited his parents' graves to say goodbye. He cleaned the graves up one last time, planted new flowers, and lit a few candles. Caesar had already mourned his parents when they passed away, so he didn't cry much this time. After calming down a bit, he prayed for a while, then left the cemetery with a heavy heart. Leaving his whole past behind wasn't so easy after all. When he returned home, he checked if everything was in order one more time, then boarded the spaceship with Jojo, and they took off.

Caesar became a bit emotional upon seeing Earth from space, and the realization that he was really going to leave it behind forever finally settled in. Jojo silently held him as Caesar shed a few tears while watching his home planet slowly disappear in the distance. 

Space was spectacularly beautiful. Even out on the farm, far from the light pollution of the city, Caesar had never seen so many stars before. The journey to Suplaria took about a month's time. Caesar and Jojo were having sex all the time in space too, and the eijanar kept begging for Caesar to get him pregnant. 

"What would your family say if I brought you back pregnant?" asked Caesar exasperatedly. "At least let's wait with having children until I get a little bit used to living on a whole new planet. I promise, after that, we can have as many babies as you want."

"Alright, it's a promise, then," said Jojo happily.

When they arrived on Suplaria, Caesar finally got to meet Erina in person, and the rest of Jojo's family too: Erina's pair Jona, their child Jorg, and his pair, Jojo's other parent Leesa. They were all nice and welcoming, and a little bit too touchy-feely, just like Jojo. They were obviously very relieved to have Jojo back, immediately hugging the eijanar into a huge tangle of tentacles. 

At first, Caesar was considered a bit of a sensation for being a human, but Jojo was protective of him, not allowing others to randomly touch him, which Caesar very much appreciated. Jojo tried his best to make Caesar feel more at home, such as connecting their futuristic TV to the channels of Earth. He continued watching comedies and soap operas on it, much to Caesar's amusement. 

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Ten years later, Caesar already learned how to speak the eijanar language, and didn't need the translating device anymore. He was getting along nicely with Jojo's family and even made a few friends too. During that time, cola and dogs became very popular with eijanars, and were well on the way toward worldwide fame. Caesar established himself as Suplaria's first dog breeder, so he and Jojo were decently well off. He had sort of kept up with major events on Earth since he left, thanks to the TV connection that Jojo made for him. 

Caesar and Jojo also had six children with Caesar's facial birthmarks and Jojo's galaxy eyes, tentacles, and star mark. Some of them inherited Caesar's blond hair or pale skin, others had Jojo's jet-black hair or blue skin. But no matter their appearance, they were all adorable. It was exactly the big, happy family that Caesar had always wanted. Just with a lot more tentacles than he'd previously anticipated. Sometimes, Caesar missed Earth a little bit, but as he looked at his family, he never regretted leaving his home planet behind for them.

"Caesar," purred Jojo, wrapping his tentacles around his pair, as they watched their kids playing with the dogs in the garden. "I'd like to have another child."

"Again?" asked Caesar wearily.

"You promised me that we can have as many as I want," reminded him the eijanar with a pout. 

The man pressed a soft kiss to Jojo's cheek.

"I know, my love, but how many more do you want? We already have almost enough children for a whole football team."

Jojo looked at Caesar, confused.

"What's football?"