Lost Star by Hawke, Morgan (digital book reader .TXT) 📕

Aubrey rolled his eyes. “Oh.” He frowned. “I thought I was supposed to heal fast?”

Seht nodded. “You do, and you are. However, your entire body is currently undergoing cellular reconstruction, plus you’re malnourished. This will slow the healing process somewhat.”

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A hole appeared in the wall behind Seht, and Syrhus leaned in. “Is it finished?”

Seht sighed. “I’ve administered the third dose and given him a full battery of vitamin boosters.” He reached up, and a tube formed from the curve of the ceiling, then dangled down. Seht lifted a cuff from his side and attached the tube to it. “I’m setting up the protein drip to feed him.” He looped the cuff around Aubrey’s wrist. “This should hold him until we can get him properly fed.”

Aubrey felt the tiny pins stabbing into his wrist, then the slight chill from the liquid feeding directly into his veins.

Syrhus nodded. “Good.” He waved a hand, indicating that Seht should leave.

“Come.”

Seht looked back toward Aubrey. “I just dosed him, I haven’t…”

Aubrey’s face heated. He knew exactly what Seht was talking about; they hadn’t had sex yet.

Syrhus shook his head. “There will be time for that later. You have a report to deliver. Now.”

Seht scowled but backed out of the tiny room. “Yes, Syr.” He patted Aubrey’s hand and delivered a small smile. “I’ll be back soon.” He stepped back, and the opening in the wall spiraled closed.

Aubrey settled back among the cushions and closed his eyes in an attempt to take a nap. Unfortunately, his body had other ideas, namely, his bladder. He scowled. Damn it. He sat up and pulled off the cuff around his wrist.

Something beeped.

Seht’s alarmed presence was suddenly loud and clear in his mind. “Aubrey, is something wrong?”

Aubrey winced while his face warmed with embarrassment. “I need to…pee.”

Humor skittered across their link, but along with it came a sudden daydreamlike vision showing a pale hand pressing against the wall to open the door to his little room, then the ship’s narrow hall. Two doors down on the right was the tiny facility.

Aubrey didn’t hesitate. He slapped his palm on the wall to make it spiral open and dashed out into the silver hallway on legs that didn’t quite want to work right. He really needed to go.

The facility room was small with a tiny anti-grav toilet and hand washer alongside the glass doors to a sonic shower that took up fully half the space.

Aubrey relieved himself, only to have his dick suddenly pulse to erection so fast his head went light and his knees very nearly buckled. He grabbed onto the wall to keep from keeling over and stared down at himself. What the—

The swelling increased until even his balls ached, painfully.

Aubrey hissed and grabbed himself. The sensation from his own hand was so intense, it practically burned. His head emptied of all thoughts but one, the need for relief. Hastily, he spat on his hand and started stroking lightly but quickly. Tension Interstellar Service & Discipline: Lost Star

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built ferociously fast—and held and held and held… He was riding on the crest of explosion but couldn’t go over the edge.

Practically whimpering in frustration, he spat on both hands and tried again.

Nothing.

He tried stimulating his cock in every way his hands and fingers were capable of.

He couldn’t cum.

Trembling, and very close to tears from the raw agony of frustration, he slid to his knees and set his head against the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The door opened, and Seht stepped in. “Aubrey.”

Aubrey looked up at him from the floor with his pants down around his knees and his swollen cock fully exposed and dripping.

Seht opened his pants, releasing his fully erect pair.

Aubrey’s gaze focused on Seht’s twin cocks, and his mouth actually watered.

Under his balls, something pulsed, hard. A fresh dribble of precum slid from the head of his cock.

Seht lifted one brow, but the feelings shimmering along their link were those of expectation.

Aubrey swallowed hard, then leaned forward onto his hands and turned around to face the wall on his hands and knees. He didn’t give a shit about how humiliating it was. He knew to his bones that Seht would give him the relief he needed.

Soft steps sounded behind him. Fabric rustled. Cool fingers brushed along Aubrey’s ass, then dug in, the nails scoring welts on his flesh that added to his urgency.

A hot, thick brand slid down the part between his cheeks and stopped, positioned against the tight ring of his anus.

“Yes, yes…” Aubrey ducked his head and pressed back onto Seht’s cock, while straining to push outward and open himself. The ache of stretching to encompass the broad head felt damned good. “Gods, yes!”

Seht reached out to fist Aubrey’s overlong hair and jerked his head back. He growled from his chest. “My pace, not yours, pet.”

Trembling with desperation, the smallest of whimpers escaped Aubrey’s throat.

“Please?” His throat burned. He winced. Talking hurt.

Seht slammed in, hard, fast, and perfectly on target.

The impact forced the air from Aubrey’s lungs, but the stretch of fullness and the feeling of delicious pressure against that screamingly exciting spot deep within had him gasping for air just so he could moan it right back out in voluptuous, carnal pleasure.

Seht groaned. The echo of pleasure burned across their link and rolled back and forth between them.

Aubrey shuddered, unbearably excited by the shared sensations. His interior muscles clenched greedily, and he writhed. “More! Please, more!”

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Seht hissed in a breath, pulled back, and thrust, just as hard, just as fast, and just as on target. Barely a heartbeat passed, and he pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again, his hips slapping against Aubrey’s ass in a fast staccato.

Aubrey panted while shoving back to meet him, but he couldn’t quite keep up.

Desperate hunger kept knocking him off rhythm.

Seht fell