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“Riku… Let me breed you.”
It’s a little past 2 a.m., and Riku just finished his shift at the café he’s working at. When he’s throwing the trash in the bin beside the back door, he finds Yushi looking like he’s distraught. His shoulders are tense, and he can’t even look Riku in the eye, so he reckons it’s really a serious problem. Like any decent person, Riku immediately invites him inside the employee area, and tells him he’ll be right back after he’s done closing the store.
Yushi is a regular at this small café; Riku often finds him buying different flavors of bubble tea during the fuck hours of the night, which, by the way, is already crazy as it is. Riku knows their store doesn’t specialize in the drink, and he’s sure there are a lot of cafés around that can offer him something better. But closing shifts mean there are only occasional customers, like students cramming for a deadline or overworked office workers in their third overtime of the week, and none of them stays for more than 20 minutes. So, of course, Riku appreciates Yushi’s presence.
Along the way, and between the conversations that let them get to know each other better, Riku naturally catches feelings. He can’t deny his attraction the moment he saw Yushi for the first time; it’s really only a matter of time until he’s crushing on him. It’s been over three months since then, so that means Riku is already too far gone to ignore the impact Yushi has on him. What he never really considered, though, was that if Yushi likes him too, he might be the one taking it in the ass.
When he goes back to where he left Yushi, they somehow end up making out for what seems like a couple of minutes already—he doesn’t really know anymore. His back presses against the lockers, feeling the coldness of the metal spread across his fully clothed skin. He’s still wearing the black apron around his waist, barely having time to change because, of course, Yushi comes first before himself. But only at this moment, he realizes that the months he spent admiring Yushi have already bloomed into something like this, so when Yushi pants the words right against Riku’s ear, it’s as if his world has turned upside down.
“What?”
Yushi inhales slowly. “I said, let me breed you.”
“No, I heard you the first time. It’s just…” Riku pauses, planting one hand on Yushi’s shoulder while the other covers his face as a futile attempt to hide the rush of nerves. “It’s going to be my first time bottoming.”
“It’s alright,” Yushi murmurs, moving away for a moment to stare directly at Riku, as if he’s already etching the state Riku’s in onto his mind. “I’ll take care of you.”
You see, when Yushi was telling him about his problem, he thought it was the life-threatening kind—not something that would change Riku’s life forever. But in his twenty-two years of living, he has always known he’s easy, and the addition of Yushi’s existence only solidifies that fact. So with that out, he simply captures Yushi’s soft lips in a lingering kiss before finally nodding.
“Okay, Yuu-chan.”
That word seems to be the key for Yushi to surge forward again. His hands are cold against either side of Riku’s jaw, serving as a dizzying contrast to the warm breath they take turns inhaling. Riku isn’t new to kissing, but the way Yushi does it creates an entirely different sensation than the ones he had before. Yushi is definitely a bottom-lip kisser, claiming Riku’s without a hint of hesitation. He does it like a ritual he vowed to perform—sucking gently at first, then drags his tongue across it as if to soothe, and finishes with another teasing nibble—just to repeat the motions over and over again.
Riku doesn’t know how to make sense of it, only that the feeling leaves no room for anything else. His thoughts start to scatter, dissolving until the only thing that remains is Yushi himself: the way he works his mouth, the taste of him, the careful pressure of his touch, and each tilt of his head. Everything else fades into the background that even breathing feels like an afterthought. It’s as if Riku is nothing but a stray petal drifting on the surface of the moon, and Yushi has swept him up in his spaceship, flinging him toward the constellations and across every planet, before gravity reels him back once more.
When their tongues finally meet, it’s only a piledriver waltz from then on. It begins with a slow tempo, a first dance where Yushi offers his hand and Riku seizes it, just to end with a relentless rhythm that only Yushi himself orchestrates. As if on instinct, Riku’s hands slot to Yushi’s waist, finding a home in its curves just to ground himself. But Yushi only takes, and takes, so much that it’s almost greedy—if not for Riku’s own need to give. So even with the slight difference in their height, Yushi is the one leading, guiding Riku through every step of their performance while he just lets his feet move to Yushi’s beat.
It’s almost terrifying how Yushi manages to narrow Riku’s world like this, to the point that Riku even misses the already dim lights flickering for the first time. He’s sweating profusely by now, and there’s an undeniable tightness forming inside his pants. The moment Yushi pulls away from his lips, he almost lets out a pathetic whine, already tasting the deprivation in his mouth.
Yushi drops his hands to tug at the hem of his apron along with the waistband of his pants to pull Riku closer, making him gasp in surprise, before promptly tipping his head to the side. It only takes half a second before he starts pressing kisses along Riku’s jaw, dawdling against his pulse, then down to his neck. Everywhere he touches sends shivers down Riku’s spine, and he can’t help but tilt his chin up to give him more space, allowing his body to do the talking for him instead.
Riku swears Yushi giggles then, seeing how his shoulders move as small puffs of air brush against his skin, but he can’t really pay more attention because Yushi reaches the collarbone peeking through the shirt he always keeps slightly open. Yushi nudges the ridge of bone with his nose and inhales a long breath, then licks across the dip as he exhales, making Riku’s hands rise immediately to his shoulders, trembling in their wake because he doesn’t know if he wants to push him away or pull him closer.
The lights flicker again, blinking long enough for Riku to finally notice. His eyes dart toward it, and he is about to open his mouth to say something—he’s sure it was just replaced a week ago—but Yushi somehow distracts him from it. He hears Yushi hum before nipping at the same spot, letting his canine graze along the protruding bone before pulling the thin skin with his teeth.
“Yushi—oh, fuck—”
“You taste so sweet, Riku,” he murmurs as he grabs Riku by the waist and grinds their crotches against each other. “But, ah, I’ve always known that.”
That seems to pull Riku out of his trance, because he fumbles his next words. “Wha—how?”
This time, Yushi laughs, loud enough for Riku to be sure of it even as he buries his forehead into his shoulders. Then, he captures both of Riku’s wrists, pinning them gently to each side of his head and against the metal behind him, even intertwining their fingers just to keep him in place. His face follows the path of Riku’s neck as if he’s sniffing him again, before trailing up to his ears, nibbling on the areas where he doesn’t have piercings.
Riku isn’t sure whether it’s only because Yushi’s lips are tugging along his helix that his voice seems to echo across the room, or if his mind is playing tricks on him, making him feel as though the words are going straight through it when Yushi finally answers.
“Because…” He drags his tongue along the back of Riku’s earlobe, and with every inch he claims, the fluorescent lights above them flash erratically in uneven intervals until they finally shut off. “I can smell you.”
The room suddenly turns pitch black. Riku’s heart begins hammering violently in his chest, so fast he’s certain Yushi can feel it through the thin space between their bodies. He’s panicking now, gripping Yushi’s hands so tightly that his nails dig hard into his knuckles, carving small crescent shapes.
“Yushi, Yushi… Yuu-chan, the lights—”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Yushi whispers, voice soft and sweet. He shushes him by gently pressing his lips all over his cheeks, the corners of his mouth, then the fragile skin above his eyelids. “I’m here.”
“But—”
“Just focus on me,” he immediately replies in a way that cuts clean through Riku’s spiraling thoughts. “I promise you’ll feel good soon.”
Riku draws in a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut as if that might anchor him somehow. But the moment he does, he finds himself falling back into the warmth of Yushi’s kisses. There’s a thigh now rubbing between his legs, and he almost sobs into Yushi’s lips from the cruel friction it creates. It’s starting to fill his head enough that his free lower body is moving through instinct, hips rocking weakly to meet Yushi’s movements just to chase that intoxicating feeling.
He barely recognizes himself anymore. Everything feels hazy, delirious in a way he didn’t even know his body was capable of. The noises coming from his mouth grow louder in broken whines he can’t swallow down fast enough the longer time stretches out. God, he’s probably even drooling now, barely keeping track of whatever’s happening.
And then, slowly, something begins creeping into the tight space between his oblique and the waistband of his bottoms. But Yushi’s hands are occupied with his—so what the fuck is this weird, squishy thing poking against his skin?
“Oh my fucking god,” Riku croaks, voice rough at its edges, shooting his eyes open. But before he can even glance downward, his gaze collides with Yushi’s. “Yushi, your… your eyes. They’re—”
The words get stuck on his throat as it dries out. Yushi’s eyes aren’t their usual brown. They’re wide, pupils blown open, and glowing—holy shit. They’re actually fucking glowing. And they’re bright and blue, illuminating the soft strands of pink hair falling over his forehead and the space between them. He wants to think this isn’t real, that his head is just messing with him to the point that he’s hallucinating, but they are, and they’re staring right at Riku without even blinking.
At this point, Riku knows he should probably be terrified. This is the exact moment in every horror movie where someone runs for their life while they still can. But his eyes are sparkling, and they’re fucking beautiful—and most importantly, they’re Yushi’s. So instead of scaring him away, they captivate him, draining the strength from his limbs all at once until his body goes slack under the weight of it. And if Yushi wasn’t still holding him up, Riku is almost certain he would have melted straight onto the floor.
For a moment, nobody tries to say a word. But that’s only before Riku hears Yushi’s voice in his head, even though he swears he doesn’t see his lips moving.
Riku.
“What—” Riku stutters, swallowing the saliva pooling on his tongue. “What are you?”
I told you before, remember? I’m from what you call a ‘star’.
He remembers that, of course. When Yushi ordered for the first time, Riku had already learned his name and found it pretty. Well, Yushi himself is, so it’s no wonder his name is just like him. And yet it wasn’t until his third visit that Riku gathered the courage to talk to him and ask if he was new to the place, with the pathetic (yet true) reasoning that he almost knew everyone by face. Yushi had answered with the exact same thing—that he was, and that he came from a star. But Riku thought it was just a unique way of introducing himself, and admittedly, it worked like a charm on him, so he didn’t intrude further.
“But you’re still… Yushi?”
Yushi smiles. “Yes, I am.”
“Okay.” Riku nods, feeling the heaviness in his chest wash away. “And the voice earlier?”
I can directly send wave signals to your brain. Like this.
“How?”
Because we kissed. Exchanging bodily fluids opens a special connection between us and your species.
“Oh.” Riku pouts and puffs his cheeks out to stop himself from smiling. A special connection, he likes the sound of that. “But why me?”
“Why not you?” Yushi mutters, frowning as if he’s the one getting offended. “Riku is the prettiest human I’ve ever seen. And you’re cool.”
“I am?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re the prettiest alien I’ve ever seen.” Riku giggles when he sees Yushi raise a brow at him. “Not that I know anyone else. You’re just the most beautiful to me, Yuu-chan.”
Yushi snorts at the comment, but his eyes seem to glow a little brighter, like the smile still curving on his lips. He looks at Riku from top to bottom as if scanning him, then settles back on his gaze. Slowly, he lifts Riku’s hands over his head to make them meet, clasping their fingers together beneath his palm, while the back of his other hand brushes gently along Riku’s face.
You’re also really sexy, Riku-ya.
Riku stares at him with wide eyes, heat creeping back to his face a beat after the added compliment and the nickname he has already grown fond of. It’s not like he has never thought of himself that way—of course he has—but it’s different hearing it in Yushi’s voice and as a direct signal to his mind at that. He feels more self-conscious and a bit light-headed, as if the parts of his brain have rearranged and coiled themselves into a new shape, wrinkling in Yushi’s name.
When he observes Yushi, there’s also a faint tint of pink across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Yushi isn’t looking at him anymore, like he’s feeling shy about his own words, and a little nervous. But there’s movement again in his lower half—the strange, wriggling thing Riku almost forgot about because they stopped in their tracks—and somehow they’re snaking around his ankles now, too.
He finally looks down, but not before muttering a prayer under his breath.
And there, his eyes meet something long and supple with a ribbon-like fluidity. They shine an ocean blue on a sunny day, the same shade as Yushi’s eyes, twisting in hesitant circles as if they have minds of their own. They seem like tendrils, branching off like delicate filaments. He follows the path to where they are coming from, but they fade into the darkness behind what seems to be Yushi’s back.
Please don’t be scared.
“I’m not.” Riku’s eyes snap back to Yushi, who is still not meeting his gaze. “I’m not scared of you.”
“If you—” Yushi pauses, briefly glancing at Riku before looking at the floor again. He completely takes his hands off Riku, though he hasn’t yet retracted all of his hold on him, then moves half a step back. With a small voice, he talks again, “If you still want to continue… can you—can you kiss me?”
Riku might be a little crazy. Yushi looks like a stray kitten that hasn’t eaten for days, and he’s only asking Riku for a small treat. Still, he is giving him an out, for Riku to decide for himself. But even by just thinking about it, Riku knows he’ll regret it if he swims past the hook and lets the moment slip by. He doesn’t know what will happen. Heck, he doesn’t even know how exactly it is going to work between an alien and a human. It’s something he only heard in passing, half-remembered conversations from his high school friends who read too much weird manga. All exaggerated, lewd and impossible to imagine.
Yet, he takes the bait. So maybe, he’s not just a little crazy but really, truly sick in the head. And he’s starting to accept that fact about himself.
Riku steps forward and catches Yushi’s mouth with his own. Yushi gasps into the kiss as if he genuinely wasn’t expecting it, making Riku huff out a small laugh.
“So cute, Yuu-chan.”
He feels Yushi smile, and he would have teased him further, complimented him more—but his dick is still hard, and it’s been hurting for a while now. Right now, he needs something more than kissing. The desperation is kicking in hard, and it makes him feel bold enough to take whatever Yushi is about to give.
Either Yushi is capable of reading Riku’s mind or it simply shows on his face, because he withdraws his tendrils from Riku only to replace them with his hand. A pinky grazes beneath the waistband of his pants, burning a slow path from his side to the center of his stomach before Yushi slips the button free and pulls the zipper down, letting the fabric fall open.
Still, he doesn’t stop there.
He tugs on Riku’s collar and kisses him again, but the kiss has lost its rhythm. Both of them dive straight into it, teeth and tongue clashing in hunger, while Yushi clumsily works his way down Riku’s shirt, popping each button until his chest is fully exposed.
Riku lets out a loud moan that borders on a sob the moment Yushi brushes his thumbs along his nipples. He didn’t know they were that sensitive—his lack of experience made sure of that—but when Yushi bends down and swipes his tongue across one of the nubs, Riku goes in the opposite direction and reaches his high.
It’s thick and sticky. He hasn’t touched himself in a week because of work, so it’s no wonder it spills like a stream inside his underwear. A small wet patch spreads where it seeps through, staining the apron Yushi never bothered to take off him.
It’s humiliating, in a way, to come without proper stimulation. He’s experiencing a lot of firsts today, but it’s okay because he’s doing it with Yushi. Actually—maybe because it’s with him and no one else.
Yushi isn’t any better, though. He seems to be battling a desperation of his own, because for once he curses under his breath, clicking his tongue in frustration. There’s no grace or composure left in his voice, and it rings in Riku’s head like he truly means it.
“Fuck, this won’t do.”
Riku can’t even count how many seconds pass, but with one sharp inhale from Yushi, something suddenly wraps around his limbs. They move too quickly for him to fully register, and for a moment, he thinks they’re the same tapering lengths from earlier. But when he looks closer, the texture becomes clear. They still glisten, slick with moisture, but they’re so much thicker, stronger. The skin is smooth in the surface but not uniform; faint lines trace along the base like veins, while the underside reveals subtle ridges and soft nodules that curve inward, forming small suction-like hollows that briefly tighten around whatever they brush.
Tentacles.
Holy shit—Yushi has tentacles.
They reach Riku without hesitation. His arms and legs are spread far apart now, and at least one coils around his waist. They tighten around him, keeping him firmly in place despite the unconscious writhing of his body in response. Even with Yushi’s urgency, their movements remain patient—probing, exploring, as if they’re still learning the shape of Riku piece by piece. At least until they lift him completely off the ground.
“Yushi, oh my god.”
Riku hangs suspended in the air, body titling at an angle like he’s laying on an invisible bed. From this height, he can finally see how many there are—and that they’re emerging from Yushi’s shoulder blades. It almost looks like Yushi has grown wings, painting him an angel in his eyes instead of something monstrous or an ever-moving halo of living limbs, but an otherworldly beauty regardless. A thought crosses his mind that Yushi might be able to manipulate him, given their special connection, but then again, he already saw Yushi that way even before all of this happened—and even so, he decides he doesn’t mind a little mind control. Like at all. Maybe he can ask about it some other time.
Yushi tips his head slightly to the side, as if he’s thinking, then suddenly, the tendrils floating in the air begin touching Riku’s bare skin: his neck, his chest, his stomach, and all over his lower half. At first, they just graze him in teasing lines, and are kind enough to free his dick from the restraints of his damp underwear until it hangs uselessly between his ankles.
As if jealous of himself, Yushi grabs Riku’s dick over the runners already holding it, lifting the apron out of the way. His hand gives it a few strokes, spreading what was left from Riku’s earlier ruin. He licks his lips first, before folding his body forward to wrap them around the tip. His tongue is cold as it runs over the slit, forming a juxtaposition against Riku’s warmth.
Like winter in the summer, it’s a frigid shock, a sharp bite against his rawness. Everywhere Yushi laps sends merciless shivers all over his body, so much that his toes curl and his legs shake. Yushi even hums, as if he can notice his reactions even without looking, and it just adds another wave of pleasure at his peak.
Then, the filaments glow brighter, and start to release some sort of fluid in their wake. It has the same freezing temperature as Yushi’s tongue, making Riku roll his eyes back enough to see white. His back arches, unintentionally thrusting in Yushi’s mouth he almost gags.
“I’m sorry, Yushi. I’m so sorry—I’m… I’m sorry.” He pants out a series of apologies along with Yushi’s name like a mantra. But Yushi just continues sucking and slurping on his length at an unforgiving pace, so his words start sounding more like he’s begging.
I love your sounds, Riku. Does it feel good?
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes. It feels—It’s s’good. Yushi, it feels so good,” Riku manages to reply, still sounding coherent somehow. But it’s a violent clash of temperatures from that point. One moment Riku is sweating bullets like his body is burning in hell, then he’s covered with ice-cold liquid that makes him feel like he’s floating in space. “I’m going to—I think I’m about to—”
“Ah, we can’t have that.” Yushi pulls away from his dick, denying him from his supposedly second high. “At least, not yet.”
“No, no, no. Please, I was so close. I was—” Riku starts sobbing before even finishing what he wants to say. Tears spill from the corner of his eyes, wetting his lashes and cheeks. He wants to curl his body to hide from Yushi, or at least cover his crying face under his hands, but the restraints make it so he’s unable to.
“I can’t waste it again. I’m sorry,” Yushi softly murmurs, while a tentacle wipes the tears away, its suckers sticking a little bit on his temple. “But don’t worry, it will only feel better from here.”
As if on cue, the tentacles shift so that Riku’s back is in front of Yushi. A hand grazes along his clothed spine, before he’s moving again, body rendered pliant and bending forward until it’s like he’s on all fours, just a couple of inches in the air. His pulse is beating frantically, all nerves alight both from nervousness and excitement, especially as he hears Yushi unzipping his own pants.
Riku feels so open, so bare, and so, so ready. Yushi has been nice to him so far. Well, aside from the orgasm denial he just pulled. But other than that, everything Yushi did catered to his desires. It’s only right to give back to him, right?
So, when another batch of tendrils circle around the entrance, Riku just takes it. One by one, they breach his rim, until he feels full of them. The stretch is cruel, and it burns from the inside, but they start releasing the same cold, slimy substance, and it somehow washes the pain away. They wriggle and prod against his walls, slowly spreading him open. But more than that, he feels the fluid coating him so much it even trickles down his thighs.
His dick is twitching so much now, both from the deprivation and the movements in his ass. He’s already leaking again, but when a droplet falls to the ground, he hears Yushi’s immediate reaction to it.
“Oh no,” he mutters under his breath, halting his tendrils on their track for a brief moment, but keeps them where they already are. Then, another one creeps to Riku’s dick as if it’s scooping his precum, before burning a slow path inside his urethra. It renders Riku a yelping mess, another wave of tears streaming down his eyes until it completely plugs him. He inhales slowly, satisfaction evident in the way it trembles as he exhales. “There we go.”
Yushi withdraws the tendrils from his hole, prompting a loud gasp from Riku. But before he can breathe again, Yushi replaces them with his dick, and he almost bites his tongue from surprise. Riku wishes he could take a good look at it, because from what he’s feeling, it’s not human-like. The head seems longer with weird ridges and ribs that he can’t really explain. He thinks it also has suckers but smaller ones, and its girth is almost too much to bear. It’s like it’s morphing into Riku’s shape, occupying all the space he could offer.
“Yushi… Yushi, Oh god. I can feel you all the way, Yuu-chan. It’s, it’s—fuck.” Riku cries out, choking on his own drool.
It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good that Riku finds his teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood just to stop the sobs from coming out. Yushi doesn’t seem to approve of that though, because one of his tentacles cradles his cheek, while another forces its way to his mouth.
“I love your sounds,” Yushi mutters, his hands a bruising grip on Riku’s hips, pulling his body impossibly closer to his. “But I don’t want you to hurt yourself, Riku.”
Riku can only reply with a muffled sound, a gag now lodged between his lips, before Yushi starts moving. At first, it’s slow, agonizingly so. He pulls back until he’s nearly out, leaving Riku empty for just a heartbeat too long before driving back in with a force that knocks the air from his lungs. The ridges drag along his walls in a way that makes his whole body jolt. Every thrust feels deeper than the last, fuller, like he’s being filled with something far bigger than he can hold. The moment Yushi finds his prostrate, it sends sparks through his nerves until he sees stars, as if Yushi is showing him where he came from just by burying himself to the hilt.
It’s too much, too good. So fucking good that Riku can feel his thoughts slipping apart. The ecstasy presses down on his mind like a heavy fog, dulling the edges of everything else. At some point, he realizes he can’t think properly anymore. He’s utterly blissed out; too dumb, drowning too deep in the sea of pleasure. Every roll of Yushi’s hips yanks another piece of sense out of him, leaving behind nothing but heat and the desperate ache of wanting more.
His head tips back, eyes unfocused he’s almost seeing two, and the only thing left repeating in the empty space of his mind is Yushi, Yushi, Yushi, and Yushi. It knocks the name through him again like an echo. And if there wasn’t something stuffed in his mouth, he’s sure that’s all that would come out of him—Yushi’s name, over and over, as if it’s the only thing strong enough to pull him back down to Earth.
Yet, at this moment, he can’t. The only thing he manages is loosening his bite on Yushi before his jaw finally gives out and falls slack. He’s crying and drooling so much it’s embarrassing—spit spilling freely from his mouth, dripping down his chin in trembling rivulets.
Look here.
Yushi suddenly stops while he’s still buried inside him. One of the tentacles resting along Riku’s cheek nudges him insistently, urging his head to turn so he can look back at Yushi over his shoulder.
“I’ve always thought you looked like a wolf, Riku-ya,” Yushi murmurs. “And you really look the part right now.”
Riku whimpers softly, his cock throbbing as he struggles to focus his blurry eyes enough to meet Yushi’s gaze.
“You’re even salivating like a stupid, pathetic, hungry wolf,” Yushi continues, his voice lilting with mockery. “Look at you. So pretty like this, my Riku. Should I just become your mate?”
Riku nods immediately, hoping it’s enough to let Yushi know that yes—he wants that. So fucking much.
“Yes?” Yushi coos, his voice turning sickeningly soft even as his hips begin moving again, pounding relentlessly into him and he keeps hitting the same spot where Riku feels it the most. “You’re that desperate to be bred by me? You want my eggs inside you that badly?”
To be completely honest, Riku hadn’t thought that when Yushi told him that the first time, he meant it literally. He assumed it was just, well, Yushi wanting to top him, not actually breed him. But it’s probably been almost an hour since then, and he wouldn’t even remember the conversation if not for the strange sensation inside him.
The moment he nods harder, helpless and eager, he feels his climax building again, coiling deep in his abdomen. Yushi begins to swell inside him, growing thicker, even fuller, and somehow that alone is enough to push Riku over the edge. His vision flickers, then fades to black.
Riku comes with a broken sound. Nothing spills from his cock because of the plug, yet the pleasure still floods through him all the same. For some reason, it seeps out of him instead, as though the tendril inside is drinking it in—pulling every last drop from his body—and he hears Yushi humming in satisfaction between it, but couldn’t bring himself to react anymore because he’s still busy nursing his high.
After that, Yushi’s thrusts grow shallow. He barely pulls out anymore, his hips moving in slow, heavy strokes until he finally stills altogether. Then, he releases deep inside Riku—it’s thick and hot, filling him completely. It doesn’t stop right away either; he keeps coming, wave after wave, until there’s simply too much of it. Even with Yushi still buried inside him, it begins to spill out of Riku’s stretched hole, leaving a trail of sticky white as it slowly leaks down.
Riku doesn’t really know what happens next. He thinks he blacks out for a few seconds, or maybe even a minute. The only things he can vaguely remember are Yushi lowering him down, his tentacles curling beneath him to form a makeshift bed, the soft kisses pressed all over his face, and the quiet little compliments Yushi murmurs between them.
So when Riku finally comes back to himself—now dressed properly and somehow clean—and Yushi explains that his species needs to go through the egg-laying process every four months, he tells him he’s willing to do it with him. Because at least now, Yuu-chan is really his (yes, he confirmed it again), and that’s what matters to him the most.
Whatever he needs to do, he will.
Still, when Yushi adds that it doesn’t necessarily mean Riku will get pregnant, he finds himself thinking that maybe doing it a few more times might improve their chances. And if not… then they’ll just have to try harder.
Maybe.