[When Seren walks around, still buried to the hilt inside Zhou Fei, the Terran can’t help but nearly lose his mind. He’s stuffed to the brim with lamnii dick and he’s so, so full but fuck he always needs more.
He nearly forgets his half-cooked idea of a pregnant belly prop to attach to himself by the time they make it to the control panel and almost entirely when the safe house melts into a home he never thought he’d see.
Ever.
Growing up in Raksa’s undercity, Zhou Fei slept on the street, in corners, gutters, beneath roughly-assembled rubble, and often nothing at all. Affording his first apartment had been nothing short of amazing; having all that space to himself, not having to watch his back, he couldn’t believe such a thing possible.
He remembers, too, the undercover mission paired with Seren, in a home- a real home- after Zhou Fei stupidly bet there would be nothing genuine about the mission. A month of very real orgasms and a new scar on his thigh later, Zhou Fei realized he’d caught feelings. How cruel. And then Tritan. And the Unbroken Circle.
Yet here they are, even if it’s on a holodeck.
Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. Think of the thick hunk of sharkmeat buried deep inside.]
One more thing. [Zhou Fei’s voice warbles a touch, despite his best efforts to contain the emotion pressing against his throat. He reaches past Seren to tap a few buttons and he produces a semi-silicone belly and chest piece with straps to wrap around himself.]
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Date: 2021-04-26 11:57 am (UTC)He nearly forgets his half-cooked idea of a pregnant belly prop to attach to himself by the time they make it to the control panel and almost entirely when the safe house melts into a home he never thought he’d see.
Ever.
Growing up in Raksa’s undercity, Zhou Fei slept on the street, in corners, gutters, beneath roughly-assembled rubble, and often nothing at all. Affording his first apartment had been nothing short of amazing; having all that space to himself, not having to watch his back, he couldn’t believe such a thing possible.
He remembers, too, the undercover mission paired with Seren, in a home- a real home- after Zhou Fei stupidly bet there would be nothing genuine about the mission. A month of very real orgasms and a new scar on his thigh later, Zhou Fei realized he’d caught feelings. How cruel. And then Tritan. And the Unbroken Circle.
Yet here they are, even if it’s on a holodeck.
Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. Think of the thick hunk of sharkmeat buried deep inside.]
One more thing. [Zhou Fei’s voice warbles a touch, despite his best efforts to contain the emotion pressing against his throat. He reaches past Seren to tap a few buttons and he produces a semi-silicone belly and chest piece with straps to wrap around himself.]
What do you think?