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When Bamby woke up and saw that something destroyed a big part of his wheat field he expected to find some delinquents trying to hide on his property to escape his wrath. He took his neighbour, Eunho, purely as a meat shield and scare tactics, but none of them were ready to see… well, whatever the hell was going on in the field.
The wheat was flat on the ground in a weird pattern, as if someone literally dropped two massive balls in the field and then smooshed something long between them. Did it look like a huge cock and balls imprint? Definitely. But Bamby was too focused on whatever the hell was walking - sliding? rolling? - out from between the wheat to focus on the absurdity of a giant’s dick imprinted right in the middle of his field.
“What the fuck—” he heard Eunho say behind him as the weird thing morphed and skittered towards them. It looked like the weird magnetic fluid that Bamby binged satisfying videos of some time ago, a black reflective mass of something akin to honey or molasses. Bamby was expecting for the thing to be sticky but somehow it moved through the wheat with no sound and stayed completely clear of any dirt.
“What—” he took a step back, stumbling into Eunho, and the Thing stopped moving, the perpetually moving fluid-like blob suddenly completely still. And before they could react the Thing extended upwards, its mass increasing and forming a general human-like shape. But it seemed to struggle with the shape, not sure if it wanted to look like Bamby or Eunho, the height of it changing from shorter than Bamby to towering over Eunho, face morphing constantly between the two of them, merging their features into one. But it seemed to have the most trouble with the body itself, as if it couldn’t quite understand that the clothing they wore was not an extension of his body and that Eunho’s tank top and sweats would make a terrible mix of fashion when joined with Bamby’s overall shorts.
“Hyung, did you add something to my coffee?” Eunho whispered, his eyes never leaving the sentient molasses.
“Why the fuck would I add something to my own coffee too.” he hissed in a theatrical whisper when the thing suddenly moved closer to them. They both flinched back and tried to move back closer to the edge of the wheat but their feet tangled together and they both stumbled back, falling right onto the crushed wheat.
Before they could scramble away the weird thing touched Eunho and Bamby watched with growing fear (and maybe a bit of fascination) how the black, honey thick tendrils attached to Eunho’s foot and the whole thing scattered across his body. At first it looked like a shiny black net of something enveloping his body, but to Bamby’s terror (and a little pang of excitement and hope? ) it suddenly merged into Eunho’s skin and he could see it move right underneath it, along his arms, neck, making his skin bulge under the clothing.
And as soon as it happened it retracted out of Eunho, the black net moving out of his body like on a reversed video and once again forming the blob it was before.
“Holy fucking shit are you okay?” Bamby skittered on his hands and knees closer to Eunho, eyes big with fear (and maybe a little arousal?). Eunho looked back at him, eyes equally as big as Bamby’s, and he patted his chest to make sure that he was still there, still in one piece.
“What in the bloody hells just happened—”
They simultaneously looked back at the creature and it extended upwards once again, but this time it seemed to have a better grasp of what it wanted to look like. So they watched how the creature fixed its height, created a head, arms and legs, broadened it’s chest and shoulders and - oh good fucking god - a perfect cock and ass and thick, strong thighs. Bamby swallowed thickly, trying to push away his memories of nights spent fantasizing about monsters and extraterrestrials, and focused on the creature’s still changing form. It took just a few more seconds before it finished shifting its head to have an angular face, a straight nose and sharp eyes.
The last thing to change was its colour and fuck why did it have to have a perfect tan complexion and shining black hair? Why did it have to look like the hottest man Bamby has ever laid his eyes on (sorry Eunho)? He cursed under his breath, watching how the Thing’s eyes shifted, betraying it’s inhuman nature. The shining black of it’s eyes shifted sometimes to a colour that looked more like moving, liquid jade than a human iris.
Bamby shifted on the wheat, pressing his legs together to hide his embarrassing arousal and he was glad that Eunho seemed to have kept more of his sanity than Bamby because he cleared his throat and asked “What… what are you?”
The creature tilted its head, curiously, like a cat or dog watching something interesting. It moved it’s mouth without sound once, twice, thrice—
“H-Hamin.”
Why did it have to have a smooth, sexy voice too? It was honestly a little unfair.
“Why did you imprint a gigantic dick in my field?” Bamby choked out without a thought and honestly? He deserved the shocked side eye Eunho shot his way.
The hot man - no Bamby, that’s a weird creature! - tilted its head further, unnaturally so, its cheek touching all the way down to the collarbone. It should have been disturbing and repulsive, but all Bamby could think of was nights spent looking at sites only safe to browse in incognito mode with an apology to his FBI agent, and all the things this creature’s body could make possible.
“I saw this image often when observing your society. It seemed like an universal symbol of some kind, found all over your planet. I thought using it in a big enough canvas would allow me to communicate with someone from here.”
“It… it has a point, you know.” And Bamby couldn’t even disagree with either of them because damn, they really did play themselves. All of humanity.
Bamby swallowed thickly. “So you’re saying that you’ve been observing Earth and decided to initiate contact with us by slapping a dick in my field?”
Hamin straightened his head and after a few tries he managed to actually smile and fuck fuckiddy fuck his smile was so pretty, his eyes turned into pretty lines and his pretty, even teeth were visible and Bamby had to press his thighs even closer together because a naked man was smiling at him in the middle of his field and Bamby didn’t even know what he was! And maybe that was exactly what was making him even more excited, because if this was any other naked person in his field? He’d have thrown them out so quickly out of his property, before they could even put their dicks back into their underwear. But Hamin? Hamin was hot and (possibly) extra-terrestrial. And his smile was pretty.
Wait, when did Bamby start referring to Hamin as “he” instead of “it”?
“I didn’t even know what this symbol meant until just now.” Hamin explained in that silky smooth voice of his. “It’s all thanks to Eunho’s memories that I know that this symbol represents your species’ male genitalia and that he’s thought about your genitalia in his ass quite a lot of times.”
Bamby wanted to question how the creature knew Eunho’s name but he closed his mouth with a loud clang of his teeth snapping together. Hamin observed them with a smile as Bamby turned his head ever so slowly to look at Eunho.
Eunho’s face was completely red, his eyes even bigger than when he saw the creature coming out of the wheat for the first time, and he absolutely refused to look at Bamby. “Wha—”
“I-it’s lying, hyung, it’s not like—”
Before any of them could react the man - creature - liquified into the strange syrupy shape again and slithered towards them. As soon as it touched Bamby’s foot it latched onto it like he saw it do on Eunho before. What surprised Bamby was the smooth, warm texture of the creature, how it slithered up his leg in this incredibly intricate net pattern. His skin broke into goosebumps as it moved passed his knee, touching his sensitive skin and then up higher, up his shorts, having no regard for his dignity as it touched all over his already stirring cock and ass and then higher, out of his overalls, stretching over his chest and neck and into his head into his mind, he was still Bamby but he was also more, he was Hamin, he was Eunho, he was this extra-terrestrial scientist exploring a new world and he was his neighbour, watching Bamby through the window as he fed the chickens in his oversized shirt in sweltering heat, he was Eunho as he painfully pressed a palm over his hardening cock, full of shame, the image of Bamby in clothing soaked from the rain at Eunho’s doorstep haunting his mind, the white fabric sticking to his chest, cute little nipples poking through, cheeks flushed, his cock in his hand his shame burning in his throat his desire burning in his stomach his—
Bamby gasped as Hamin and Eunho’s minds retracted from him and left him weirdly bare under the morning sun. He was sweating, his cock aching in his underwear and he felt so exposed and so hot .
“What the fuck” he gasped out, for who knows that time that day. And when he looked at Eunho, Hamin was already a human again, crouched naked right next to Eunho, and they both looked at him, fiery red and molten jade looking right into his soul.
“Y-you are into monsters?”
“You’re into… me?”
“And I want to learn more about your species, so I think we have a deal.” Hamin smirked beside Eunho (where did he learn all of that from?) and Bamby shouldn’t have agreed with him this willingly, he should have thought about the absurdity of the situation and about all the wheat they all would have to pull out of their asses later (well maybe not Hamin) but his brain seemed to only think about the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fuck an alien and his hot neighbour.
It seemed like the connection created by Hamin between their minds flipped a switch in them - it seemed like they all moved as one, one mind separated in different bodies, and they desperately wanted to become one again. In no time Bamby’s arms were around Eunho’s neck, pulling him close, Eunho’s lips crashing into his, pulling a muffled whine out of them both.
And there was urgency in them, one that Bamby has never felt before. All of a sudden he had to be pressed against Eunho, he had to feel his skin against his, had to have his hands on his waist, his thighs, his everything. Their kiss was messy, teeth clashing against each other as their lips moved out of sync. But it didn’t matter, they were touching, they were closer than ever and that was the only important thing in that moment.
Hamin’s sudden touch was welcome, his big hand easily wrapping around Bamby’s bare thigh. It squeezed once and Bamby whined softly into Eunho’s hungry mouth. His cock was already uncomfortably hard in his pants and Hamin’s touch so close to his sensitive areas was verging on torture. He wanted to scold Hamin but his body refused to move away from Eunho, their lips still locked in a searing kiss.
Bamby had no idea what happened but suddenly Eunho’s mind was in his again and he could feel his own lips on Eunho’s, his own hands tickling the back of Eunho’s neck. Every sensation was doubled and he could feel both his and Eunho’s nerves getting set alight by the kisses and touches. And then he felt Hamin’s hand on Eunho’s, squeezing it just like he squeezed Bamby’s thigh, and Eunho’s whine was so incredibly loud in his ears.
With their thoughts being one there was no need to ask what anyone wanted - they all knew what each of them needed, they all knew how much Eunho ached for Bamby’s cock, how much Hamin wanted to experience a human intercourse, how much Bamby wanted to do something , everything, with both of them. Yet even with all this knowledge of their shared want there was still something that made Bamby and Eunho falter. They knew each other for years, childhood best friends who never grew apart but always stayed, well, that, friends. Bamby never knew that Eunho saw him as something more, as someone who he desired. And that knowledge suddenly threw him for a loop, made him rethink all of their years spent together. And… he wasn’t opposed to experimenting and trying out a relationship. Even if said relationship was to start in the middle of a wheat field, mediated by an alien.
Bamby could feel Hamin’s smirk more than he saw it and before he knew it the black, slightly iridescent sludge enveloped his body in its net, slipped into his skin, joined his mind—
We all want this .
Hamin’s voice said through him and this was all the invitation he needed. His hands pushed at Eunho’s shoulders and he obediently laid down on the wheat, throat bobbing visibly, eyes big and shiny and expectant . Like this Eunho was so deliciously submissive, allowing Bamby to run his hands from his shoulders down his pecks, giving them a little appreciative squeeze which made Eunho’s voice hitch in his throat. As his fingers traced over Eunho’s nipples Hamin stirred in him and black tendrils of his syrupy body slipped from between Bamby’s fingers. Both he and Eunho watched in interest as the appendages ripped a hole in Eunho’s shirt and wrapped around his already erect nipple. Bamby squeezed Eunho’s other peck appreciatively as Hamin’s tendrils worked over his other nipple, probing, squeezing it, pinching—
The moan ripped from Eunho’s throat was primal and so fucking hot . Bamby had to press the palm of one of his hands to the front of his shorts just to relieve some of the pressure and he whined when it sent a shot of pleasure into his veins. All this time Hamin was still in his body and Bamby could feel him soaking up every single feeling and thought.
And now he knew what both of them truly wanted.
He took over Bamby’s body and his tendrils spiralled out of Bamby’s skin like an extension of his body. They pulled at their clothes, taking them off piece by piece, soon leaving both Bamby and Eunho completely naked. And it’s not like they haven’t seen each other bare - Eunho often worked the fields shirtless and they used to swim together in the river when they were naked, but this was different. They were grown up, on a cusp of a breakthrough in their relationship, and both painfully turned on.
Eunho’s cock was heavy on his belly, already leaking precum on his belly from the kissing and the explorative touches from before. Not like Bamby was faring any better, through Hamin’s lingering connection to Eunho he could see how flushed his face and cock were. Both of their breaths were heavy and there was no going back - Eunho raised a little on his elbows and his legs fell open, inviting Bamby and Hamin in, presenting his cute asshole.
I got this.
Hamin’s thought spilled out of Bamby’s mouth and his tendrils soon followed. They wrapped around Eunho’s ankles and thighs, pushing them towards his chest and supporting them in the air. That movement presented Eunho’s ass even more and Bamby could see the deep flush colouring his chest. Eunho whined, his ass clenching.
“H-hyung—”
Bamby quickly grabbed the backs of Eunhos thighs and spat right at his puckering hole. Eunho whined louder, tossing his head back. And the moan ripped out of his pretty mouth when Bamby’s finger pushed in right with Hamin’s inky tendrils was sure to haunt Bamby’s lonely nights for months to come. It was guttural and so so needy. And Bamby pushed in further - he knew that he shouldn’t, he should take his time, but Hamin’s tendrils seemed to coat Euhno’s ass in some weird slick. And Bamby wasn’t going to question, he had more important things to do, like searching for Eunho’s prostate. He probed and pushed, Hamin curiously following his lead, and Eunho squirmed in their grasps, hands full of wheat, searching for purchase. It took a few moments but when Bamby hooked his fingers just right Eunho’s cock jumped and he moaned loudly, head thrown back. His legs shook visibly, involuntarily working against Hamin’s unmoving tendrils.
“F-fuck, h-hyung,” Eunho pleaded, his hooded eyes glassy, “Please, fuck me a-ah already—”
Hamin was faster than Bamby, inky appendages working over Bamby’s cock and spreading their slick all over it. Through his pleasure Bamby tried to see where the slick was coming from but there was no use. Hamin moved too quickly, tendrils spiralling over his cock, teasing his head and slipping curiously inside—
He gasped, the sensation wholly unfamiliar as the thin appendages probed just a little inside his cock. And when he looked up he saw that Hamin was still having his way with Eunho, inky black pushing inside him, and he could see how Eunho’s hole moved, sucking in whatever Hamin was willing to give him. He was already tossing on the wheat, a babbling mess clutching at the wheat and his own thighs, but completely omitting his own now profusely leaking cock.
“H-Hamin, let me,” Bamby said and Hamin’s thick and short tendril moved out of Bamby’s cock and Eunho’s ass, leaving him empty and gaping. He started to form a plea for more but he didn’t have to, because Bamby already pushed his cock inside him.
And it was bliss.
Eunho was hot and slick, well prepared for Bamby by Hamin, and it was so so easy to rock into him, making his whole body shift on the wheat. Bamby bit back his own moans as he held onto Eunho’s thighs, Hamin making enough space for his hands, and he fucked into him like his life depended on it. And Eunho moaned, his hand flying to cover his mouth and stifle his moan, but Hamin was right there, black grasping Eunho’s wrist and keeping it away from his mouth. He wanted to hear more and Bamby wanted the same. He wanted to hear all of them, Eunho, himself and—
“F-fuck, Ham- mhhhh -min, f-fuck me too."
Hamin’s big, searing hot body materialised right behind him, chest pressed to Bamby’s back, thick cock pressing at the small of his back. He guided Bamby’s hips into Eunho, setting a different rhythm to keep both Bamby and Eunho gasping, unsure of what was to come next. One thrust, second, third, and there they were, Hamin’s slick tendrils pushing inside Bamby, spreading him apart with ungodly precision.
Bamby fell forward, barely keeping himself upright with his hands splayed next to Eunho's head. Eunho looked like a mess, saliva dripping down his cheek, deep flush colouring his face and tears welling his eyes from all the pleasure he was feeling. And Bamby wasn’t much different, the pleasure in his belly coiling, burning hotter with each roll of his hips and each push of Hamin’s thick tendrils inside of him. And right when he thought that he found some footing Hamin squeezed his hips and pushed his cock inside, his dick morphing immediately together with the slick tendrils.
The sound oh Hamin’s dick entering Bamby was absolutely obscene and Bamby felt so full and so hot and so so overwhelmed. He had no control over the rhythm anymore, only Hamin’s thrusts making Bamby plunge into Eunho over and over again. He could feel his own tears welling in his eyes at the absolute assault of pleasure. His body was on fire, he was stuffed full, squeezed dry, held by so many arms, slick, slick tendrils pinching his sensitive nipples, sliding over his balls and pressing right underneath.
At some point Eunho yelled in pleasure but Bamby had his eyes shut, trying his hardest to hold on, to not cum just yet, to make it keep going a little longer. Eunho’s ass squeezed his cock and heat burst in his belly, his throat feeling raw from his obscene moans. And Hamin kept going, his pace relentless and absolutely brutal. Bamby could hear Eunho babbling, something about too much, god fuck, it’s so much and he could see himself, face twisted in bliss, getting pushed deeper into Eunho by Hamin, his whole body covered in a web of tendrils, Eunho covered in the same, and the oversensitivity was blinding, so blinding, and he could see Hamin’s cock and more pushing against Bamby’s belly from the outside and f u c k pushing through the pleasure Eunho pushed his hand against the outline of Hamin’s cock on Bamby’s belly and the world exploded in a fiery pleasure. Their intertwined minds sent their ecstasy in a feedback loop, setting off a chain reaction, pushing their orgasms higher higher h i g h e r —
Breathe.
Hamin must have closed the connection and stopped the loop but Bamby still felt like he was holding onto his consciousness by a thread. He didn’t know how long that orgasm (orgasms?) had been going on for but it felt like an eternity. His whole body felt like jelly and he didn’t even have the strength to pull himself out of Eunho.
He slowly opened his eyes and Eunho was absolutely ruined, face covered in tears, saliva and snot, eyes still a little unfocused.
“E-Eunho?” his voice came out in a croak. Eunho’s eyes focused on Bamby, a little glazed over. He only responded in a mhhhm and a small smile.
Bamby could hear an unknown language from behind him and honestly? He didn’t have to know Alien to know that Hamin was cursing. “Are you two okay?”
An unanimous “mhmm” was the only response he got.
“I got you,” came Hamin’s now calmer voice and Bamby felt him slipping out of his ass. He couldn’t stop a whine at the sudden loss of warmth (and fat cock too, to be fair), but Hamin was soon by his side, gently pulling him off of Eunho and setting him on the wheat beside him. Everything felt sticky and slick and he was sure that the wheat must have been full of their various bodily fluids. Well, mostly Hamin’s slick, though he wasn’t entirely sure how much he came in Eunho.
Oh fuck.
“A lot. And so did I in you” Came Hamin’s voice and when he looked up he could see Hamin’s satisfied smirk. And then he felt the stickiness in his own ass, dripping down his thighs. Gods, so much could potentially flow out of him when he eventually stands up—
Bamby bit his own lip to stop his thought from wandering in that direction, he was way too tired to go for round two with those two beasts.
Eunho chuckled, his voice tired but content. “So, Hamin, wanna stay with us? We can teach you about our planet…?”
Bamby looked over Eunho, his satisfied smile, flushed chest, cum covered belly and the red marks from Bamby’s hands and Hamin’s tendrils. Yeah, they were gonna teach him alright.
“Is all your teaching this pleasurable?”
“For you? It will be."