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"Suck for a Secret"
Everything was perfect.
He'd folded out the extension from the sofa bed, put down sheets and blankets, and a deep layer of pillows at the head of the bed.
Going to Rowan's place was out of the question, as was Ben's until they figured out exactly where they stood with each other. All Rowan knew was that he wasn't wasting money on a motel when there was a perfectly fine bed in his office.
Rowan's office door suddenly opened, and Alan stood outside the threshold with a thick stack of papers in one hand. "Rowan, I need you to sign a- what's all this? Are you sleeping here?"
"No," Rowan snapped, irritated that he'd forgotten to lock the door. "Now get the fuck out."
Alan's forehead furrowed as Rowan shoved him down the hallway. "But the papers. It'll literally take you two seconds."
"Sorry, but I'm busy at the moment." Rowan spun on his heel and retreated to his office. Despite trying not to, his gaze went straight to the clock sitting on his desk. Two hours until the store closed.
How ever would he kill the time?
Rowan peered out of the glass doors, scanning the parking lot. Behind him, Alan and Ellie were on the move, going through the usual closing routine. It wasn't something Rowan normally saw since he didn't make a habit of staying after hours.
"Are you waiting for something in particular?" Ellie asked as she passed by him, holding a small stack of returned merchandise that needed relocation to the warehouse for future assessment.
"For your information, I'm meeting someone," Rowan replied, turning around. He wondered if his arrangement with Ben this past month qualified him as anything more than a guy that he sucked off regularly. "And they're hot."
Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Good for you." She nudged Alan with an elbow when he got close. "Rowan has a hot date."
"Are they brain-damaged somehow?" Alan shot back, seeming to regret the words when Rowan glared at him. "I meant in a good way. They can see your obvious appeal." He sent Ellie a desperate look, who silently ducked down and fled into the warehouse.
Crossing his arms, Rowan tapped his fingers on an elbow. "That's a pay cut for you, Alan."
"Of course it is." Alan continued mumbling to himself under his breath, "Had to open my big mouth. Couldn't just nod and smile."
"But I don't know if he's officially my boyfriend or not."
Alan shook his head. "Nope, I don't care. I'm not rising to the bait this time- wait, did you say, boyfriend?"
"Yeah," Rowan said, giving up on watching for Ben. He'd come down to pull up the security gate when Ben texted instead. "Why the shock?"
"You don't really seem like you'd be into the dating scene. Sleeping with them, sure, but more than that…"
Ellie shrugged on her jacket near the lounge as Rowan and Alan walked out of the storefront area. She flashed a grin, then left out the back door. Pretty soon, Alan would be following suit.
"A person's outer shape is meaningless. It's what's on the inside that matters." Especially if someone was secretly a shapeshifting alien from outer space.
"Wow, Rowan, that's really progressive of you. I'm impresse-"
"Whatever. I'm going to my office. I forgot to do something." In actuality, Rowan wanted to double-check that everything was in place for Ben's visit.
Alan let out a long breath. "Great talk. See you on Monday."
Rowan vaguely waved behind him, too preoccupied with other matters to give Alan a proper send-off.
"We're going to your office? I thought that was off-limits." With the weather unseasonably cold, Ben wore a gray coat over his suit, looking for all the world like a regular man.
Rowan shrugged. "I want to try something different today."
"How different?"
They'd stopped in front of the office door. Rowan's hands were beginning to sweat, worried whether Ben would be as open to his suggestion as he'd imagined. Better to get it over with now.
He didn't usually bother to pay attention to people from the neck up, focusing more on body shape and voice than on faces, but Ben was an exception. Rowan made a concentrated effort for him.
Opening the office door, he stepped aside so Ben could see the folded-out bed in the corner. "I want you to fuck me."
Ben's eyes lingered on the setup before flicking back to Rowan. "Say again?"
Rowan went nose to nose with Ben. He wanted to make sure there was no room for misunderstandings. "I want to stop teasing me with your tentacles and fuck me with them. Got a problem with that?"
"No, no problem." A flush worked its way across Ben's face as he swallowed hard. "That would require me to shed my human skin, though." Ben moved further into the room.
"So? I've seen it before."
He gave a low laugh. "No, you really haven't." Ben dumped his coat on the rack, then loosened his tie, folding it on the back of Rowan's chair. "I know you're up for anything, but I don't want to scare you off."
Rowan studied Ben's profile as he unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Throughout their meetings, he had never given any indication that he wanted more than simply achieving orgasm. But maybe Ben focused on that to avoid confusing the situation, not wanting to throw any wrenches in the works.
Joke was on him, though, because Rowan had been with a fair number of supernatural creatures and lived to tell the tale. An alien with multiple limbs wouldn't faze him.
"I can take it," Rowan boasted, thinking it was a shame Ben was so quick to strip. The suit looked good on him. "I'll prove it."
A touch on his arm made Rowan pause in the act of tossing his shirt to the desk. Ben leaned in closely, pressing his lips to Rowan's.
In all the time they'd fooled around together, the two had never kissed, being too focused on their dicks. The shock was surely the only reason Rowan's heart beat faster. Surely.
Ben's lips were soft and warm, pushing his tongue into Rowan's mouth after a few seconds. The brush of his tongue sent a shiver up Rowan's spine, and he eagerly rubbed his against Ben's in return, a spark of heat shooting straight down to his crotch.
They really should have kissed sooner.
Rowan's carefully constructed plan fell to the wayside as he became distracted chasing after more of that addictive feeling that made his insides tingle and breath quicken.
It was when Rowan felt the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed that he pulled back. "Wait, hold on." Both were bare-chested, sweat glistening on Ben's forehead. "Let's switch positions."
"Okay," Ben replied, sounding a little put out that they'd stopped. He spent the time Rowan moved around removing his pants, then glanced up when Rowan shoved him onto his back. "What's next?"
"Now, onto something I've wanted to do for a while." Rowan crawled onto the bed, the springs creaking in protest at the added weight. He yanked Ben's briefs down one leg, revealing his slightly erect cock.
It wasn't quite what Rowan had hoped, but he'd make it work. He worked up the spit in his mouth and guided Ben's cock into his mouth, the salty taste of precum lingering on his tongue before fading into a familiar throbbing heat.
Because Ben wasn't fully hard, Rowan was able to take him in completely. He retreated slowly, Ben groaning, then moved forward again, the cock on his tongue growing longer and thicker with each wet, sucking pass.
Back in university, the trick had been a favorite among those Rowan dated. The intense pounding of another man's heartbeat on his tongue and seeing the effects of his actions in real time were super satisfying. Too soon, Ben got too big for him to enclose fully without choking outright, and Rowan backed off.
He rubbed at his chin, the sight of Ben all splayed out before him with his face flushed and breathing hard, causing his stomach to jerk. Yeah, the mild pain in his jaw had been worth it.
"You are full of surprises."
Rowan shook his head. "Not compared to you." He quickly dispensed with the rest of his clothes. "Let me see it."
He'd barely gotten a glimpse of Ben's alien side that day in the store, but it'd been enough to pique Rowan's interest. That was half the reason he'd continued pushing for more, blackmail arrangements aside. After all, if he'd wanted to pursue a normal man with a dick and balls, there were plenty of options available.
"I won't run, I promise."
Biting his lower lip, Ben took a deep breath. His skin undulated, stomach going pure white, a pattern of small scales appearing on it. Rowan swept his fingers over them. They were softer than they looked.
When he looked up, more scales were forming along the edges of Ben's frame, his skin changing to a dark purple mottled with black. A popping sound drew his attention to the area under Ben where bony ridges formed along his spine and the back of his head.
In the middle of those ridges sprang long, wavering tentacles, the very ends of them nearly transparent. They hung from Ben's head like a loose net of hair.
As Ben's eyes met Rowan's, he realized that the pupils had split into two. Without a doubt, it was the most alien thing about him.
"You're like…" He's beautiful, Rowan thought, trying not to make a fool of himself. "A cross between a reptile and fish."
Ben chuckled, showing off teeth that had gone sharper than normal. "I think it's only cephalopods on earth that naturally have tentacles."
"Right, cephalopods. To a layman, those would be…"
"Octopus and squid," Ben clarified, much to Rowan's relief. A few of his tentacles rose and grasped Rowan's waist, easily pulling him onto his back. Ben settled above Rowan, twice the size he'd been before, blocking out some of the overhead light with the mass of tentacles from his back. "Still want this?"
Rowan shivered at the thought of so many on him, instantly hard. "Fuck yes, let's go." He sidled closer, staring down at Ben's alien dick, which was wider overall and blunted at the very tip. Rowan had never taken anything like that.
"I'll definitely make it worth your while." Ben palmed his ass, sliding his hand down until he massaged the opening he found there. He dipped a finger inside, surprised at the easy passage. "Did you prepare yourself in advance?"
Rowan's breath hitched. "Yeah." Anything to avoid actually working. He bit back a groan when Ben drove a few fingers deeper as if testing exactly how much prep had been done.
Ben pulled his hand back, looking satisfied. "Okay, I've never used my extra limbs inside a human before, so let me know if it gets too overwhelming."
If there was anything he was the most confident in, bedroom antics were high on the list. Still, all the imagination in the world didn't quite prepare Rowan for that first slick touch against the rim of his asshole.
The tentacle pushed, and Rowan relished the way his body nearly sucked it in, the pressure from its passage sending a delicious electric heat through his nerves. He shifted his hips up to meet Ben's first thrust and moaned at the burst of pleasure as the tentacle brushed past his prostate.
And Ben had a dozen more at the ready. If he didn't die tonight, Rowan would be walking funny the next day, and he wouldn't even complain about it.
"More," he said, his eyes fluttering shut at the addition of two more tentacles, one curling around his cock and the other joining its twin inside Rowan. The brief stretch was minimal but telling—a reminder to take things slow.
Ben's face was strained as he panted, drawing his own pleasure from the proceedings. Rowan was testing his self-control, too. "God, you're so tight. It feels amazing."
"Right back at you," Rowan gasped out. He tugged Ben closer, spreading his fingers along the ridges on his spine. While they were hard at the edges, the skin between each segment was supple and smooth. The contrast was incredible.
Ben grunted, and Rowan realized what he'd been doing must have felt good. If just touching the area was enough to make him react, what would happen if he kissed or licked them?
They were trying that next time, but for now, Rowan hadn't taken Ben's alien cock yet. He wasn't missing that for anything.
"I want it," Rowan said, tapping Ben's dick. The movement affected what was already inside him, and he shuddered. "Please."
Scales slid across the inside of Rowan's thighs as Ben grabbed the underside of his knees. He pushed forward, and Rowan forgot how to breathe for a second, the measured pace building up a pleasure that was momentarily uncomfortable for a few heartbeats before Rowan's body adjusted, welcoming the intrusion.
Ben lowered his head, a sweaty, shaking mess, then shifted back on his heels. "You saw mine had a different end? There's a good reason for that."
Rowan struggled to focus on the words past the sensation of two tentacles and a thick cock sliding deep within him. "W-What?"
"This."
Ben thrust hard, and Rowan yelled, consumed by intense pressure from Ben's cock that kneaded his prostate, the tip molding to it. Despite the intense bliss that bowed Rowan's back, it was too much, too fast. He dug his nails into Ben's shoulders, almost relieved when he relented.
Putting two brain cells together to talk was a struggle. Rowan cleared his throat. "Do that again, and I won't last." There was purple blood under a few of his fingernails. Interesting.
"That is the end goal, isn't it?" Ben replied. "I need to ask before we go any further, am I pulling out or not?"
Rowan froze, debating whether he wanted to deal with the fallout of Ben's climax. Previously, he'd managed to swallow about half of it before tapping out. Having all that down there- fuck it, he only lived once.
"You don't have to pull out," Rowan said, unsure if he'd made a terrible mistake when Ben's eyes instantly dilated at the news. "Just keep up the pace."
Tentacles wrapped around his back as others grasped his ankles, positioning him over Ben's lap. Rather than constrictive, their strength was comforting because Rowan was sure he'd forget himself all too soon.
Being penetrated again by Ben was merely a prelude to the main event, as Ben was moving, the new angle affording him a deeper reach than before. He set a fast pace, barely giving Rowan enough time to breathe between each stroke. Liquid fire quickly spread from his feet to his head, making Rowan dizzy.
He glanced down and saw the bulge in his stomach as Ben thrust into him, the visual pushing him so close to the edge that he could practically taste it.
"One more tentacle," Rowan demanded, swearing one of them was near the back of his throat. He was so full, so sensitive to every small movement that it felt like he'd burst into pieces.
Ben took him at his word, sliding another tentacle alongside his cock with the next rock of his hips. The small edge of pain while he was stretched further amongst the euphoria sent Rowan into overdrive.
He grunted, vision blacking out as he rode the most intense orgasm of his life, his toes curling and head falling back. Rather than stop, Ben fucked him through it, Rowan trembling at the relentless march of sensations that continually razed his nerves.
Rowan couldn't go back to what they'd had before, not when he knew this was an option instead. Thoughts went out the window altogether. He came once more in what could have been minutes or an hour, nothing left as he shoved his cock deeper into the tentacle that pulsed around it.
Ben suddenly held him close, a hot gush releasing inside Rowan, filling the space in seconds. With nowhere to go but down, the sticky white mess dripped down his thighs, staining the bed sheets.
He was burnt out, a pleasant numbness all through his body that rendered him near boneless. Rowan had never been screwed as long or as well by anyone else.
As a reward, Rowan lazily kissed Ben, careful to avoid his sharp teeth. Not up for another round anytime soon, he kept it short.
"Well," Ben said. "That was…" He gently lay Rowan down on the bed, shakily getting to his knees next to him. Ben's tentacles shrank down, their exit making Rowan squirm at the sudden loss. The transformation back to human form was quick and seamless, his eyes the last thing to return to normal.
"Un-fucking-believable," Rowan helpfully supplied, starting to recover. "No complaints." He rolled onto his side, already feeling an ache down there. He was thankful he wasn't working tomorrow.
Ben grinned. "Really?"
"We're having dinner after this because I'm starving." Who needed to work out when sex with an alien was on the schedule?
A pause. "What, like together?"
"Of course. What did you think I meant?"
The sofa bed rattled as Ben fidgeted, sitting cross-legged. "Dunno. Am I still being blackmailed?"
Rowan looked at him curiously. "Do you want to be?" They hadn't talked a lot during their meetings outside of manager and customer, but Rowan thought there was something between them worth pursuing if Ben was game.
"Yeah, go for it then."
"Good, now help me up because walking isn't happening for a bit." Ben lifted Rowan off the bed, his weight apparently nothing as they left the office.
"Sorry about that." Despite the apology, Ben looked smug. "I tried holding back, but having you accept so much of me without blinking an eye is a novelty I'm not used to."
The Playtech bathroom had a shower for medical emergencies, which Rowan was profoundly grateful for as Ben stepped over the lip of the tub. "What, I'm not the first to discover your secret?"
Though Ben had his hands full with Rowan, he must have used a tentacle to turn the faucet because hot water sprayed over them a second later. "Maybe. Can you stand at all?"
Pondering that new tidbit, Rowan replied, "I'll have to lean on you if that's okay." What had felt great in the moment inside him and on his thighs was getting colder by the second.
Ben set him on his feet, keeping one arm extended while Rowan straightened. His lower half was tender, but it was nothing that popping a few pain relievers and some rest later wouldn't fix.
"Good?" Ben asked, his shoulders tense as Rowan clutched his elbow. He sighed when Rowan nodded. "Good."
Cleaning up was a careful dance that involved trying not to get in each other's way but lending a hand if needed. The warm water did wonders for Rowan's sore muscles. Not to mention, banishing Ben's bodily fluids down the drain.
He was almost walking normally by the time they had finished showering and returned to Rowan's office to dress. The clock on his desk confirmed that they had been having sex for over an hour.
"Anything you're craving?"
Rowan eyed Ben, who was practically glowing. He, on the other hand, was tired and hungry. Sated as all hell, though. "Doesn't matter. Just know you're paying, and I'm ordering a lot."
"Oh, come on."
"Sorry, that's the rule. When I top, I'll get you whatever you want." Screw the sheets, Rowan thought. He'd worry about them on Monday. Burning them wasn't outside the realm of possibility.
Ben followed on Rowan's heels towards the back exit. "That's how it works?"
"Yep."
"I can live with that."