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The bathroom door opens, expelling steam and the smell of water and soap. You look up from your book, gaze snagging on the sight of Thragg stepping out of it and into the bedroom.
Towel around his hips, he flies over to the dresser, pulling clothes out to wear, all while water droplets slide down his form, caught either by his wiry hair or the towel.
Your eyes roam his form slowly, drinking in his muscular, hairy physique languidly, taking your time. You'd been together for months now, yet you were still in that giddy, honeymoon phase when it came to exploring his body, drinking him in at every opportunity given.
Sitting up as he pulls his towel off and begins drying himself, you hum.
“Hey, Thragg… how well do you wash?” You ask innocently, tone light and unassuming as you followed the trail of hair down his chest to his stomach and pelvis, still finding the sight of a smooth crotch fascinating.
Being able to pull ones genitals in must be useful in so many little ways.
Pausing as he rubs the towel over his head, Thragg looks at you. “Why do you ask?”
You shrug. “Just… wondering.”
He eyes you before continuing to dry off. “I wash thoroughly. Unlike human men, us Viltrumites take pride in a clean body.” He says, combing his fingers through his thick chest hair as he does.
Your gaze snags on the dark curls for a moment, warmth filling your belly. It causes a haze to spread over your brain, sinking you into that mindset, that mood that makes you blurt out any and all horny thoughts without hesitation.
Like–
“Can I eat your ass?”
Thragg stops. Looks at you. Concern lines his features after of a moment of stunned confusion.
“Pardon?” He asks, genuinely taken aback by your question. “I do not… think that is possible.” He says carefully.
“Uh, I think it's very possible.” You say, leaning forward a bit. “It would feel nice. I bet you'd enjoy it.” You smile, reaching to trail a finger down his thigh.
Thragg pauses, eyes tracking the way your finger glides down his thigh. “… I believe there's a misunderstanding here.” He said, grabbing your wrist and stepping towards the bed. “I assume you don't mean literally eating me?”
A shocked laugh escapes you. “No! Why would you think that?”
Thragg grunts, brushing your hair back and cupping your cheek. “You humans have a history of cannibalism. I merely figured...”
As he trailed off, you snorted, shaking your head. “No, no. Fuck, you seriously think I'd want to eat you?” You pause, looking him over. “I mean… I wouldn't mind a taste of you. Just a little nibble,” you murmur, leaning in and biting a plush pectoral, making Thragg grunt, sliding a hand into your hair and gripping it.
“But I did mean it figuratively,” you say, pulling away. “You know how you like using your mouth on me?” You whisper, running your hands up and down his figure, squeezing his full chest and waist.
“Ah. I see.” Thragg said, eyes darkening as he recalled the many times he'd gone down on you. Then he blinked, dismissing those thoughts to focus on your request. “And you wish to… do the same to me? But not a blowjob this time.” His brows furrowed.
You nodded, leaning forward until your face was between his tits. “Yep. Your ass. I wanna eat it. Hence why I asked if you washed everywhere.”
Staring down at you, playing with your hair, Thragg mulled over your request, trying to find any reason to refuse. Being a Viltrumite, he didn't have any of the toxic beliefs or opinions that human men did, meaning he was more open-minded to things. So to him, you asking to play with his ass was just another one of those things you wanted to try with him, like you sucking him off and teaching him how to go down on you; nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of.
So as he mulled it over, Thragg hummed, “I do.”
You grinned, kissing his chest. “Mmm-hmm, and is that a yes?” You asked coyly.
“It is an ‘I will try it’.” He says, smirking a bit at your eagerness to pleasure him– no matter how unorthodox the method. “How does it work?”
Grinning, you pull back, shuffling on the bed and patting it. “Lie down. On your front or your back doesn't matter. And spread your legs.”
Thragg listens, bed creaking under the sudden weight as he leans against the pillows, spreading his thighs wide apart and watching as you crawl between them, grabbing a pillow to place under his hips.
He watches as you settle between his thighs, stroking them as you eye the apex. Sliding your hands higher, you thumbed at the divot of skin along his crotch, feeling something within twitch and move. You'd never get used to this aspect of Viltrumite biology. It was just so… weird and cool.
Fingers trailing lower, through the trimmed yet thick mess of pubes, you slipped a finger through his crack, tracing it. Thragg shifted, hips twitching upwards as he spread his legs further, cheeks spreading with them.
Murmuring a soft thank you, you leaned down, eyeing that soft pink furl.
Despite being in such a vulnerable position (if that was at all possible considering he was a Viltrumite), Thragg didn't seem to be anything but at ease, waiting for his mate to perform this new and sure-to-be pleasurable act on him. He didn't mind baring such a private part of himself to you. And why should he? Shame wasn't a part of a Viltrumites vocabulary, least of all for the Grand Regent.
Getting a move on, you leaned in, kissing the firm curve of one cheek, then another along the stretched skin between thigh and pelvis. Lower you moved, breathing in his fresh scent, steadily mixing with his natural musk as his body dried and began producing all its natural oils and such.
Holding him open, you pressed a kiss directly onto his asshole, watching it clench inwards. Up above, Thragg blinked, breath hitching at the new sensation.
You glanced up, smiling. It was supposed to be reassuring– something a man of his power had no need of, but enjoyed because of the care it proved– but it ended up looking lewd with your face inches from his crotch.
With a grunt, Thragg relaxed against the many pillows, lamplight reflecting off his irises, browns and bronzes and just a few flecks of honey visible within the usually black circles.
Happily, obediently, you lowered your head, tongue slipping out and dragging up his wrinkled flesh. He gasped at the wet sensation, breath cutting off as you began lapping at it, kissing and licking his asshole lovingly, goosebumps spreading all along your skin as a perverse delight filled you.
It was so dirty, and you were making him feel good. How could you not feel this way? How could you not want to do more?
Sliding your forearms under his thighs, you reached for his waist, squeezing as you shoved your face deeper, laving at his hole hungrily, nose buried in his hair and breathing in his mind numbing scent.
Thragg was groaning- nay, moaning as your tongue tickled him, mouth sucking on his tight rim with ravenous hunger. Calling him sensitive there would be an understatement– he'd never once been touched there before. Not by the few mates he'd had before taking the throne, nor by himself during the self-relief sessions he'd partook in when the stress got to be too much.
So now here he was, his little one, his heart, between his legs, feasting on a part of him he'd never believed could bring him such pleasure and unable to do anything other than enjoy it, moaning as he carefully cupped the back of your head, petting gently as you made his blood sing and balls ache from where they were hidden.
Which he couldn't handle anymore, skin parting and allowing his erection to push out, balls also releasing. It was honestly a relief to do so, his insides having grown too hot to be comfortable anymore.
Yet as they were freed, his cock ended up slapping against your forehead, making you pause, looking up, cross-eyed.
Then you burst into giggles.
Which felt extremely odd against his asshole, but thankfully you pulled back a bit, his dick tip drooling against your brow.
“Hello,” you cooed, smooching his flushed tip, watching his cock bob for a moment. “Got a little hot, I see.” You comment, eyeing the perspiration on his sack and base. Unable to help yourself, you licked him, flavour bursting across your tongue as you cleaned the sweat off his sack.
As you cleaned him, Thragg shut his eyes, humming low in his throat at the sensation. As you sucked on the sides of his cock, he grunted, tugging you back gently and guiding you back between his thighs.
“You asked to eat me, little one.” He said, crossing his legs, squeezing you between them and pressing you further against his rear. “So do not waste time with other things.”
You let out a muffled groan, eyes hazy as you look up at him, his cock laying heavy on your head as you went back to eating him out, tonguing at his rim, slipping the muscle in and wriggling it around. Thragg clenched, making you grunt as your tongue became captured.
Well, that confirmed all his muscles were crazy strong.
Reaching down, Thragg grasped his member, squeezing himself with a groan. As debilitating as your actions were, leaving him sensitive and twitching with foreign pleasure, they weren't enough to push him over the edge.
But this– rough palm sliding up and down his flesh and rubbing rough circles on his sensitive, leaking tip– pushed him further, guiding him towards a mind-melting climax.
But then you went a step further, pulling a hand free and sucking on a couple fingers, slobbering all over them until they dripped with spit, and pressing them into his puffy, relaxed rim, beginning to finger him.
That had his breath catching, eyes snapping wide open, feeling your fingers crook and rub against a spot inside him that had stars bursting across his vision.
All at once he came, clenching around your fingers and gripping himself tighter, letting out a pathetic sound as his balls pulled taut, cock shooting out rope after rope, splattering against his stomach and your head.
He rode it out, breathing heavily for a short moment as you tried to keep fingering him through it, but with his grip too tight you just leaned back in, licking around your fingers at his puffy rim instead.
A minute ticked by, slow and drawn out by the pounding of his heart and the sluggish pleasure that thrummed through him; his length lay limp on his stomach, dribbling the last of his orgasm.
With a deep sigh, he relaxed, legs uncrossing. You pulled back, carefully pulling your fingers free as well, taking a deep breath and shaking your hand a bit.
Smiling, you wiped your mouth. “So, how was that?” You ask, going still as Thragg grabbed a wet wipe from the bedside table, wiping your hair clean of any seed. You felt the damp spot with a grimace, glad his cum hadn't dried before it could be cleaned.
Thragg watches you, radiating with satisfaction.
“It was… enjoyable.” He says, glancing away. “I liked it. I would not be apposed if you wished to do this again.”
“Oh, I definitely do.” You say, grabbing a wipe as well to clean his stomach, then between his cheeks. “Now, I'll go wash my mouth. You get dressed.” You say, heaving yourself up, shaking your legs a bit before heading to the bathroom.
When you returned, Thragg was in his nightwear and had a book in his hands. You climbed over him– just to be a small nuisance– and smiled when he shot you an exasperated glare.
You plopped down beside him, kissing his shoulder.
“Mm, I was thinking, if you enjoyed me eating you out so much… maybe I can fuck your ass next.” You suggested, tone a little cheeky.
Thragg just stared at the open page, not responding for a long moment. Then, quietly, “If it would make you happy and feels anything like what we just did… I'll consider.” He said, two red spots appearing on his cheeks.
You smiled, kissing his cheek. “I'll make sure it does.”