Jaxxon's Twi'leks
by: helgaleena
setting: post TPM
pairings: Quin-Jaxxon, Quin-other, Jaxxon-other
warnings: slash, interspecies slash, interspecies het
rated: XX
disclaimer: Lucas owns everything (if he still wants it!), I am nothing
Fresher
Quin looked into the fresher. Six and a half feet of wet Lepi was in there, lathering himself. It was a sight.
With his grey-green fur slicked flat, the Lepi musculature was much more evident. He was lanky and scrawny as a wet sabre-cat, but not without muscle. His spine was half again as long as that of a human, with the attractive shoulder-to-waist tapering of youth. Jaxxon had another two pairs of vestigal nipples, an umbilical hollow, a slender waist, heavy leaping thighs--- and, true to those huge hands and feet, he was hung like a bantha.
A being could get hurt on a prong like that. Quin wouldn't mind trying to tame it. He wrinkled his nose appreciatively, as Jaxxon's scent mingled with the lathering compound on the way down the drain.
Jaxxon had turned in the spray, giving Quin a rear view. There was a stub of something which suggested a tail, but didn't seem to have any muscles, tucked between those well-shaped buttocks. The way the thighs flowed smoothly into those mounds was pure poetry. With anyone else, Quin would have reached out to touch already. But this was Jaxxon, a fellow psychometric. He'd taken off his wrist wrappings, knowing he needed to get clean in here too, and that made him feel almost as vulnerable as the young, hypersensitive Lepi. Almost. Diplomacy dictated that he fall with one shoulder onto the fresher wall, with an audible thump for warning.
Jaxxon's head swiveled around sharply, whiskers bristling out of his flattened fur. Quin was leaning casually, almost limply, against the tiles, his nostrils dilated, his brick-red manhood aroused, his reddish chest heaving with desire. And he was looking at a wet Lepi! Jaxxon's own nostrils twitched. Really, this was unprecedented, and flattering...and hot. That black mop of Quin's wasn't even wilting in the steam, that's how hot he was. The revealed skin of his wrists was so pink and bare. More yellow markings were disclosed, moisture beading up on them. Yeah, he wouldn't mind those powerful hands on him....
And before he had even finished formulating the thought, they were. One after the other Quin's hands closed around his dick as if it were a weapon. He had a brief, panicked image of Quin shaking him up and down by it, throwing him over his shoulder to a mat. But reason tossed that thought away in the next instant. There was simply no room in here--- and he was getting Quin's intentions for him perfectly clearly, right from the source.
He was after Lepi come. Oh, hutch, he was gonna get it; he knew exactly what buttons to push. That dark gaze was locked on him, even as those lips were being licked, excruciatingly slowly, as they lowered to where the hands were busy-- Jaxxon heard the scratch of his own claws against the tiles behind him, as he began to tremble, starting at the balls and shooting like lightning to the brain--
Quin caught his first release in mid-air, as Jaxxon exclaimed something or other in a language he didn't even know. Then that sandpapery red tongue was all over, its touch almost unbearably intense, cleaning up every drip, because there was more, gods yes, a lot more. Jaxxon had the feeling he might lose weight around Quin, simply from coming a dozen times a day. What a way to go.
Actually, his knees were awfully wobbly all of a sudden. If Quin hadn't caught him by the wrists, he would have landed on his tail instead of his knees. Quin found it instructive, certainly, to see a Lepi on his knees. The ratio of shin to ankle almost gave the impression that the joints hinged in reverse to a human knee, but actually it was the same configuration of joints. It also meant that Jaxxon on his knees was nearly as tall as Quin standing.
He wrapped the unsteady youth's arms around himself, and treated him to a merciful, come-flavored kiss. The place he'd bitten earlier he gave extra soothing attention. As the Lepi revived, and snaked out his own remarkable tongue to taste him, he laid hands on those intriguing ears.
At first, wild-eyed, Jaxxon tried to twitch them away; they were filled with nerve-endings, obliging Quin to use the most delicate of touches. At last Jaxxon relaxed into the near-torture by fingertips. He also thought up a retaliation. His tongue sought out the tender inside of Quin's wrist, as it was necessarily in range. With a gasp, and tears in his eyes, Quin realized what he had been doing to the Lepi's equivalent of his wrists. But he was forgiven. Jaxxon's claws were sending staccato signals through his back, stopping just short of perforation. Quin soon was groaning aloud, ears forgotten, trying to match his partner at face-licking.
Kiffar was flavor of the day, decided Jaxxon. He started down the red chest, dewy with a mix of arousal and the fresher spray. Quin was licking and sucking at the tips of his ears, when he could reach them. It was almost too distracting--he flicked them away and let his tongue travel lower. The brick-red shaft of Quin protruded from a nest of wiry hairs. He could just encircle it once, with a twist of his tongue. From the howls coming out of Quin, he approved.
Quin's hands began to push at his shoulders, as he rocked onto his toes, trying to insert himself deeper into the mouth working on him. Evidently he'd forgotten that Lepi have fangs. Jaxxon got hold of one buttock in each hand and guided him gently in, glad of the opportunity to taste Kiffar. The curl of his tongue shielded Quin from all but the tiniest, tantalizing pricks. Suction undid Quin's control enough to make him arch backward, his head hitting the fresher wall as he cried out. Jaxxon was returned a little bit of what he had lost in earlier ejaculations.
It also gave him the opportunity to observe Quin as he came, looking for similarity to Lepi ecstacy. There wasn't much, but that didn't mean Quin didn't try to sweep him up into the bliss he was enjoying, with all the mental tricks he'd been using earlier to flip Jaxxon's switches.
This time Jaxxon managed to hold onto his own controls. He did something or other that pushed Quin's bliss back, so he wasn't overwhelmed. He lapped up Quin's spilled flavor, with smugness at his self-control.
Quin was looking down at him with a mix of surprise and approval, though he was panting like a spent eeopie. He'd felt the difference. Jaxxon gave him a good squeeze; that made the white teeth flash at him again.
Quin took his arms and raised him off his knees. He was looking down at the beetling brow under the wet inky mop again. Then the Jedi turned the tables on him, reached down, and grabbed his balls.
He could just fit one in each hand. Man! Jaxxon was gasping at the sensations, racing from toenail to ear-tip, as Quin squeezed each in turn. His new-found self-conrol was being sorely tested. His hands went flailing around the fresher until he had the presence of mind to grab Quin by the hair. Yanking his head back, he met Quin's eyes.
What sort of joust he expected from a meeting of dewy Lepi eyes and burning black Kiffar eyes he didn't know. There was no contest. The breath whistling out of him, as he stared down this powerhouse lover, so sure of what he held, grew ever more ragged. Despite his many and varied amorous experiences, Jaxxon had to acknowledge that all future pleasure with this man depended upon his whim, the one with those burning eyes.
Only the faintest twist of that red mouth acknowledged it. Size and strength had nothing to do with it. If Quin were to tell him to jump now, he'd only ask how high, and hope that it was really high, because he had a feeling it would be the greatest jump of his life. But what Quin said was,
"Turn around." Letting go of that easy to hold hair, he turned.
He was so sensitized now that the very walls of the fresher seemed to pulse to the rhythm of the blood in his ears. Hot hands gripped his shaft again, as if to drag him around by it. With almost a shudder, he wrapped those wrists in his own hands. He heard Quin gasp, but the Jedi's response was to tighten his grip. He felt his feet kicked further apart, his rear pulled back against the man in charge. He began to shiver in anticipation of what he expected next; once again he was surprised.
Even as the hands began to massage the shaft they circled, Jaxxon began to feel those flat teeth, that rough tongue, in places he hadn't experienced this way since he was a kit in his mother's burrow. A moan escaped him, then another. The same energy pulsing under his hands and around his dick was getting very primal indeed.
How dare he come this close!
Tears were spurting out of his eyes, hitting the fresher wall under his sodden cheek. Unfair! The trouble was how good it felt, to have that tongue in there. Nobody's tongue had ever been there. Stubbornly he held on to the shreds of his self-control, while his quaking and moaning body reacted as it would.
Quin had discovered powerful glands, with an intoxicating payload of musky scent. First he drank it, with avid tongue strokes. He put his nose in it, which was too overwhelming--it made him want to just convulse in a heap of orgasm, so he got his chin in it, and rubbed that all over Jaxxon's hind-quarters. Then he couldn't help coating his entire chest,by rubbing back and forth over Jaxxon's rear. The boy could hardly keep still for that and dug claws into the wrists he was holding.
The movements of his hands on Jaxxon's cock were becoming more and more convulsive. He was moaning, too, now, from the huge amount of pheromones in which he was bathed. With the last of his will, he got himself into position and rammed himself home.
Anyone else on that floor of the inn would be forgiven for thinking that a murder was taking place. It was a mutual psychometric overload. It could have gone on for only moments, or for hours. They didn't know. They came to in opposite corners of the fresher, legs hopelessly entangled.
Quin's hand shook as he shut the fresher off. His wrists were full of red marks; not surprising. He crawled on hands and knees over to the blinking young Lepi, and began to lick the water off his face. It seemed like the thing to do.
Jaxxon still hadn't moved. He finally said, "That was unusual." Then he blinked some more.
Quin finished his licking, and put Jaxxon's head agaist his chest, rubbed his stubbly chin between the big ears, played with silky chest fur. Then he said,
"Maybe you'd better sleep here after all."
Jaxxon tilted his head all the way back, to look up at Quin's hovering face. "Okay. I am a little wiped. But you have to promise not to do that again, for a long, long, time."
Quin smiled down at him, upside down. "I promise."
Jaxxon proceeded to sit up. Nice to know he was attractive even soaking wet. His sodden muzzle twitched into a smile to match Quin's.
"So, who was that guy you screwed into these tiles before me?"
Trust a Lepi to read the fresher tiles, thought Quin. "It's a long story."* And he turned on the dryer.
by: helgaleena
setting: post TPM
pairings: Quin-Jaxxon, Quin-other, Jaxxon-other
warnings: slash, interspecies slash, interspecies het
rated: XX
disclaimer: Lucas owns everything (if he still wants it!), I am nothing
Fresher
Quin looked into the fresher. Six and a half feet of wet Lepi was in there, lathering himself. It was a sight.
With his grey-green fur slicked flat, the Lepi musculature was much more evident. He was lanky and scrawny as a wet sabre-cat, but not without muscle. His spine was half again as long as that of a human, with the attractive shoulder-to-waist tapering of youth. Jaxxon had another two pairs of vestigal nipples, an umbilical hollow, a slender waist, heavy leaping thighs--- and, true to those huge hands and feet, he was hung like a bantha.
A being could get hurt on a prong like that. Quin wouldn't mind trying to tame it. He wrinkled his nose appreciatively, as Jaxxon's scent mingled with the lathering compound on the way down the drain.
Jaxxon had turned in the spray, giving Quin a rear view. There was a stub of something which suggested a tail, but didn't seem to have any muscles, tucked between those well-shaped buttocks. The way the thighs flowed smoothly into those mounds was pure poetry. With anyone else, Quin would have reached out to touch already. But this was Jaxxon, a fellow psychometric. He'd taken off his wrist wrappings, knowing he needed to get clean in here too, and that made him feel almost as vulnerable as the young, hypersensitive Lepi. Almost. Diplomacy dictated that he fall with one shoulder onto the fresher wall, with an audible thump for warning.
Jaxxon's head swiveled around sharply, whiskers bristling out of his flattened fur. Quin was leaning casually, almost limply, against the tiles, his nostrils dilated, his brick-red manhood aroused, his reddish chest heaving with desire. And he was looking at a wet Lepi! Jaxxon's own nostrils twitched. Really, this was unprecedented, and flattering...and hot. That black mop of Quin's wasn't even wilting in the steam, that's how hot he was. The revealed skin of his wrists was so pink and bare. More yellow markings were disclosed, moisture beading up on them. Yeah, he wouldn't mind those powerful hands on him....
And before he had even finished formulating the thought, they were. One after the other Quin's hands closed around his dick as if it were a weapon. He had a brief, panicked image of Quin shaking him up and down by it, throwing him over his shoulder to a mat. But reason tossed that thought away in the next instant. There was simply no room in here--- and he was getting Quin's intentions for him perfectly clearly, right from the source.
He was after Lepi come. Oh, hutch, he was gonna get it; he knew exactly what buttons to push. That dark gaze was locked on him, even as those lips were being licked, excruciatingly slowly, as they lowered to where the hands were busy-- Jaxxon heard the scratch of his own claws against the tiles behind him, as he began to tremble, starting at the balls and shooting like lightning to the brain--
Quin caught his first release in mid-air, as Jaxxon exclaimed something or other in a language he didn't even know. Then that sandpapery red tongue was all over, its touch almost unbearably intense, cleaning up every drip, because there was more, gods yes, a lot more. Jaxxon had the feeling he might lose weight around Quin, simply from coming a dozen times a day. What a way to go.
Actually, his knees were awfully wobbly all of a sudden. If Quin hadn't caught him by the wrists, he would have landed on his tail instead of his knees. Quin found it instructive, certainly, to see a Lepi on his knees. The ratio of shin to ankle almost gave the impression that the joints hinged in reverse to a human knee, but actually it was the same configuration of joints. It also meant that Jaxxon on his knees was nearly as tall as Quin standing.
He wrapped the unsteady youth's arms around himself, and treated him to a merciful, come-flavored kiss. The place he'd bitten earlier he gave extra soothing attention. As the Lepi revived, and snaked out his own remarkable tongue to taste him, he laid hands on those intriguing ears.
At first, wild-eyed, Jaxxon tried to twitch them away; they were filled with nerve-endings, obliging Quin to use the most delicate of touches. At last Jaxxon relaxed into the near-torture by fingertips. He also thought up a retaliation. His tongue sought out the tender inside of Quin's wrist, as it was necessarily in range. With a gasp, and tears in his eyes, Quin realized what he had been doing to the Lepi's equivalent of his wrists. But he was forgiven. Jaxxon's claws were sending staccato signals through his back, stopping just short of perforation. Quin soon was groaning aloud, ears forgotten, trying to match his partner at face-licking.
Kiffar was flavor of the day, decided Jaxxon. He started down the red chest, dewy with a mix of arousal and the fresher spray. Quin was licking and sucking at the tips of his ears, when he could reach them. It was almost too distracting--he flicked them away and let his tongue travel lower. The brick-red shaft of Quin protruded from a nest of wiry hairs. He could just encircle it once, with a twist of his tongue. From the howls coming out of Quin, he approved.
Quin's hands began to push at his shoulders, as he rocked onto his toes, trying to insert himself deeper into the mouth working on him. Evidently he'd forgotten that Lepi have fangs. Jaxxon got hold of one buttock in each hand and guided him gently in, glad of the opportunity to taste Kiffar. The curl of his tongue shielded Quin from all but the tiniest, tantalizing pricks. Suction undid Quin's control enough to make him arch backward, his head hitting the fresher wall as he cried out. Jaxxon was returned a little bit of what he had lost in earlier ejaculations.
It also gave him the opportunity to observe Quin as he came, looking for similarity to Lepi ecstacy. There wasn't much, but that didn't mean Quin didn't try to sweep him up into the bliss he was enjoying, with all the mental tricks he'd been using earlier to flip Jaxxon's switches.
This time Jaxxon managed to hold onto his own controls. He did something or other that pushed Quin's bliss back, so he wasn't overwhelmed. He lapped up Quin's spilled flavor, with smugness at his self-control.
Quin was looking down at him with a mix of surprise and approval, though he was panting like a spent eeopie. He'd felt the difference. Jaxxon gave him a good squeeze; that made the white teeth flash at him again.
Quin took his arms and raised him off his knees. He was looking down at the beetling brow under the wet inky mop again. Then the Jedi turned the tables on him, reached down, and grabbed his balls.
He could just fit one in each hand. Man! Jaxxon was gasping at the sensations, racing from toenail to ear-tip, as Quin squeezed each in turn. His new-found self-conrol was being sorely tested. His hands went flailing around the fresher until he had the presence of mind to grab Quin by the hair. Yanking his head back, he met Quin's eyes.
What sort of joust he expected from a meeting of dewy Lepi eyes and burning black Kiffar eyes he didn't know. There was no contest. The breath whistling out of him, as he stared down this powerhouse lover, so sure of what he held, grew ever more ragged. Despite his many and varied amorous experiences, Jaxxon had to acknowledge that all future pleasure with this man depended upon his whim, the one with those burning eyes.
Only the faintest twist of that red mouth acknowledged it. Size and strength had nothing to do with it. If Quin were to tell him to jump now, he'd only ask how high, and hope that it was really high, because he had a feeling it would be the greatest jump of his life. But what Quin said was,
"Turn around." Letting go of that easy to hold hair, he turned.
He was so sensitized now that the very walls of the fresher seemed to pulse to the rhythm of the blood in his ears. Hot hands gripped his shaft again, as if to drag him around by it. With almost a shudder, he wrapped those wrists in his own hands. He heard Quin gasp, but the Jedi's response was to tighten his grip. He felt his feet kicked further apart, his rear pulled back against the man in charge. He began to shiver in anticipation of what he expected next; once again he was surprised.
Even as the hands began to massage the shaft they circled, Jaxxon began to feel those flat teeth, that rough tongue, in places he hadn't experienced this way since he was a kit in his mother's burrow. A moan escaped him, then another. The same energy pulsing under his hands and around his dick was getting very primal indeed.
How dare he come this close!
Tears were spurting out of his eyes, hitting the fresher wall under his sodden cheek. Unfair! The trouble was how good it felt, to have that tongue in there. Nobody's tongue had ever been there. Stubbornly he held on to the shreds of his self-control, while his quaking and moaning body reacted as it would.
Quin had discovered powerful glands, with an intoxicating payload of musky scent. First he drank it, with avid tongue strokes. He put his nose in it, which was too overwhelming--it made him want to just convulse in a heap of orgasm, so he got his chin in it, and rubbed that all over Jaxxon's hind-quarters. Then he couldn't help coating his entire chest,by rubbing back and forth over Jaxxon's rear. The boy could hardly keep still for that and dug claws into the wrists he was holding.
The movements of his hands on Jaxxon's cock were becoming more and more convulsive. He was moaning, too, now, from the huge amount of pheromones in which he was bathed. With the last of his will, he got himself into position and rammed himself home.
Anyone else on that floor of the inn would be forgiven for thinking that a murder was taking place. It was a mutual psychometric overload. It could have gone on for only moments, or for hours. They didn't know. They came to in opposite corners of the fresher, legs hopelessly entangled.
Quin's hand shook as he shut the fresher off. His wrists were full of red marks; not surprising. He crawled on hands and knees over to the blinking young Lepi, and began to lick the water off his face. It seemed like the thing to do.
Jaxxon still hadn't moved. He finally said, "That was unusual." Then he blinked some more.
Quin finished his licking, and put Jaxxon's head agaist his chest, rubbed his stubbly chin between the big ears, played with silky chest fur. Then he said,
"Maybe you'd better sleep here after all."
Jaxxon tilted his head all the way back, to look up at Quin's hovering face. "Okay. I am a little wiped. But you have to promise not to do that again, for a long, long, time."
Quin smiled down at him, upside down. "I promise."
Jaxxon proceeded to sit up. Nice to know he was attractive even soaking wet. His sodden muzzle twitched into a smile to match Quin's.
"So, who was that guy you screwed into these tiles before me?"
Trust a Lepi to read the fresher tiles, thought Quin. "It's a long story."* And he turned on the dryer.
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