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Rocky and I are sitting on the ground next to each other while working on small projects to take up some of the abundant time we have while we float our way to Erid.
"Ow!" I bark, pulling my hand back reflexively and shaking it out.
Rocky is immediately in my space, rocking in that fidgety way he does when stressed. "Grace hurt, question?"
"No, no I'm good. Just pinched myself with a tool." I say, leaning back slightly.
Rocky has started hovering a lot more ever since he almost died in order to save me during the whole Astrophage-collecting debacle. He made this new suit that hugs close to the shape of his carapace and arms, a layer of see-through Xenonite glass covering him. It makes it easier for him to move around, and is fitted to his hands so he can actually interact with things on my side now. Which is all great, especially knowing that it could possibly help in dangerous situations.
It's just...
Now that Rocky has such better control over himself, he seems to be a lot more comfortable getting all up in my space. I guess it just wasn't as noticeable before because Rocky's Xenonite ball still put a lot of room between Rocky and me when we were right next to each other.
But with the new Xenonite suit, it's like he's always right there.
"Grace sure, question?" Rocky asks, emphasizing his worry with a strong nudge that has me flailing and falling back, lying flat on the ground instead of sitting as I had been. Rocky hovers over me, letting out little trills and tilting his carapace like he's trying to see my face better.
"Yes, I'm fine. What are you doing, Rocky? Why are you being so clingy today?" I say, trying and failing to sit up when my chest meets the wall of rock that’s hovering over me.
"I do not know word." Rocky says, not moving from where he is despite my obvious attempts to get up.
I explain what clingy means while trying a different strategy of rolling out from under him, but he has one leg on my left and two on my right, and I forgot just how heavy Eridians are. When I push against one leg, Rocky does not budge, and the feeling of being almost forcefully held in place washes through me, but I shake it off. Rocky’s probably just being overzealous because he’s worried.
I am glad Rocky can't see color because something about being stuck right now, just by Rocky standing over me, not even aware of what he is doing, causes an embarrassed flush to make its way up my face. I forget just how much of a gap in strength there is between Eridians and humans.
Rocky hums the Eridian word for clingy before saying, "But clingy for Eridians normally much, much more physical than what I am doing now."
"Right, well—" I make another attempt at sitting up, but this time Rocky actually pushes me back down with a hand on my shoulder, and I make a shocked noise that, if questioned, I’ll never admit to. “What—?"
"Rocky show Grace, question?" Rocky trills, shuffling excitedly above me as I stare up at him in shock. My hands automatically came up to grip at Rocky's arms when he pushed me back down, and for some reason, that movement makes me suddenly and horrifyingly aware of the fact that I am turned on.
I've been completely abstinent for years, not having thought of such things since before we learned the sun was dying and Stratt first approached me as a guinea-pig. So this sudden rush of want seems to bowl me over, and I'm so shocked that I don’t answer Rocky's request, instead tipping into confused, flustered thought about the morality of getting turned on by an alien. Does this count as sullying someone innocent? Would people be freaked out by the fact that I’m getting turned on by an alien manhandling me? Does it matter? Rocky and I have talked over both our species biology and, by my understanding of their reproduction, Eridians do not experience stimulation even near the same way that humans do. Not to mention that they only seem to use it for the act of consummating. Eridians don’t have sex for pleasure. Which means they are not as sex-obsessed as some humans are.
Like I suddenly am. I think when Rocky takes my silence for permission and runs a hand down my side, and I can't help a full-body shiver. My grip on the arms that Rocky is using to stay standing tightens as I become aware that I have missed this kind of touch from others a lot more than I realized.
Rocky starts running his two free hands along my arms, sides, and chest, making little chirpy noises and tilting his carapace down closer to me. It seems 'clingy' in Eridian includes doing this soft sort of massaging. Though to an Eridian, it probably wouldn’t feel anything like a massage with how tough their carapace is.
I'm biting my lip to keep from letting out the gasps that are building in my throat, but with a mortifying lurch, I feel my dick begin to harden. I force myself to squeak out a frantic, "Rocky, wait!"
Rocky immediately pauses in his ministrations, shifting up and—in doing so—lifting one of his two legs on my right and setting it down between my legs for balance. A whine climbs out of my throat without my permission at the sight, and my legs twitch inwards slightly before I can get a hold of myself.
I stare up at Rocky with what I’m sure must be an extremely stressed expression on my face. "Look, Rocky, you need to stop. No more clingy demonstrations."
"Why, question? Rocky not hurt Grace. I am careful with squishy human. Like gentle hug. Why stop, question?"
One of the first things I had done when Rocky had made his new-and-improved Xenonite suit was demand a real hug. Rocky had been very careful to figure out how tight a hug I can handle. It had been very sweet at the time. Now it feels like Rocky had just been gathering information so that he could have his way with the 'squishy human' without worrying about breaking him.
But Rocky hurting me isn't the problem. It's me getting turned on from something Rocky is trying to do innocently, that's the problem. Not to mention how embarrassing this is. My legs keep twitching, Rocky's arm in between them, making me hyper-aware that if I just shift down, it would touch. Not to mention if Rocky pays any attention at all to the area between my legs, it's going to be obvious that I'm turned on. He knows what arousal is; he had been very attentive with the lessons on human biology (though he was attentive with anything related to humans, I suppose).
"Look, I need a second without you touching me. Can you let me up?" I mutter, turning my head to look elsewhere in embarrassment and trying to stop my fidgeting. I don’t know how to explain further than that. I don't want to explain more than that.
"But why, question? Grace not feel good with clinging? Clinging supposed to feel good." He does not move even an inch up from where he is hovering over me despite my pathetic plea and my tugging against his arms again.
"I can't—“ I cut off, trying to get out of this situation without hurting Rocky’s feelings. “I don't—the clinging isn't necessarily bad per se, I just need a moment for… Well, I need a moment." I stutter out. Being unable to budge Rocky from where he's crowding me is making me feel a little dizzy, and my voice sounds much more breathy than it did before. How can someone so small be able to manhandle me so easily?
But Rocky only leans in closer at my stuttering and says, "Why Grace sound stupid, question? Grace need sleep, question?"
"No, I only woke up a couple hours ago, you know that. I'm just—" Flustered. Unable to control my bodily reactions when it has been so long. When it's Rocky touching me, the person I trust the most. The one I know the best and who knows me the best. Who is always so smart and aware. He always notices everything about me, from the important to the insignificant. He notices... everything...
He's doing this on purpose!
"Frick, Rocky," I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. "There's no way you haven't noticed. What is your end goal here? Do you still not understand everything I explained to you about human biology?"
But he must know what he's doing to me. Rocky is far too smart not to have understood me after the initial, detailed explanations. And he's far too perceptive not to have noticed my reactions to what he's doing. He notices when I'm getting tired before I do for goodness sake!
There is a long silent pause from Rocky before a sudden pressure against my dick has me gasping out and arching up, Rocky leaned in close enough that my chest brushes against his carapace. My eyes fly open wide in shock and I look down to see Rocky's arm between my legs pushing up against me, giving me something to grind against. But after my initial surprised reaction, I force myself still, panting with the effort.
"Grace stupid like this. Took you long time to notice even though is obvious."
His arm between my legs starts to grind up and down with a slow, rhythmic pace and my hands scrabble up his arms and against his carapace.
"Rock—Rocky!" I gasp out, and I am already so hard just from this. The abstinence before this is taking its toll—I am going to come soon, I just know it.
Rocky hums a few tinkling notes down at me, like he is laughing and I flush again in embarrassment. I can't argue with his statement of me being stupid right now. I'm stupidly turned on and I literally can't do anything about it. With Rocky keeping me down, I'm practically at his mercy. Oh gosh—that is an attractive thought.
"Grace make nice sounds. I enjoy. I am glad you gifted me portable human thinking machine. I learn many things you do not tell me." Rocky starts back up with running his hands along my body, causing me to squirm underneath him and let out a too-loud moan.
Even through the pleasurable haze Rocky is putting me under, it finally makes sense. Rocky must have done more research on humans using the computer I had gifted him. I can imagine what videos Rocky must have found his way to in his search if this is the result. I suppose if Stratt put everything she could find on there, porn would likely have made its way in as well.
I can hardly imagine Rocky watching porn, much less acting like the people in the videos he's watched. But here he is, trying his hardest to get me off.
"This is crazy," I gasp out as I finally give in to the feeling of Rocky's arm moving against my length and allow myself to grind down against him, following his rhythm. It just feels so good.
"Not crazy. Cute. Grace is cute like this. Dumb and can't hold still, but cute." Rocky says with his teasing trill, tilting his carapace even further down toward me. He would be laying down on top of me at this point if it weren't for him holding some of his weight up with his arms still in order not to crush me.
"Nh—" I moan when Rocky picks up his pace. "Not cute."
"Cute to me," Rocky insists, "Making pretty sounds."
I'm not fully paying attention to what Rocky's saying any more, my brain muddled with the rush of happy chemicals I'm getting from the stimulation. My hands scramble their way down to the leg Rocky has between my legs and I grip at it just above where it's grinding into me—where I'm grinding back into it. The building feeling in my dick is starting to crest and I'm not sure if it's because I'm embarrassed about coming in front of Rocky or what but right before I tip over that edge I push down against that leg with all of my force. Rocky's heavy weight keeps him in place but because Rocky's arms were only on the sides and under me, the shove pushes my whole body up, effectively putting space between my crotch and Rocky's arm.
I suck in a few quick breaths as I hold off on orgasm before letting out a deep sigh, letting my head fall back against the ground in relief. Well, not the relief my body wants. But the relief that comes with the knowledge that I stopped myself from coming in front of Rocky.
Rocky lets out a disappointed noise that makes my dick throb.
Lifting himself up off my chest, Rocky asks, "Why Grace stop, question?"
I'm already so flushed that there's no more room for blushing on my face. "Because."
"That is not answer," Rocky complains and moves the arm between my legs forward like he's going to start again but my hands are still pressing down against it, so all that does is push me forward on the ground.
"Rocky!" I yelp. It's way too hot that Rocky can push me around like it's nothing. This is not helping me calm down.
"Grace likes it. Grace has sexual arousal. I will help with stimulus like humans in video. Grace ejaculate from penis. Make Grace happy."
I squeeze my eyes shut again, a new wave of want washing over me at Rocky's clinical words. I'm not sure if they would have the same effect on me if I hadn't just practically edged myself after years of abstinence. I want to let Rocky continue so badly.
"This isn't something you do as a simple favor," I explain instead, "Sexual interactions like this are normally only done with the person you are closest with."
Rocky seems to sag down in a sad motion, "Grace not feel we are close, question?"
I blink my eyes open in shock, "What? No, we are. You're probably the one I am closest to out of everyone. There's just more to it than that. This shouldn't be something you feel like you have to do just to make me feel good. Since you don't get joy from this it feels awkward..."
Rocky seems to perk back up at that. "Rocky feels closest to Grace too. I enjoy your reactions much much much. You sound very nice like this; I have lots of joy. We can continue, statement. Move hands."
"Those aren't the—" only reasons, I go to say, but Rocky promptly uses his two free hands to grip my wrists and pull them away from his leg, immediately pressing forward and continuing his rhythmic pace against my dick.
"Grace take too long." Rocky explains.
"Aah," I moan, my feet scrambling against the ground like I might be able to push myself up and away from the friction again but Rocky pulls my hands up right above my head, stopping me from being able to move up at all. The final barrier blocking me from escape.
I can't think any more so I only realize I'm grinding against him again when Rocky says, "Grace wiggling again. Means Gracy enjoy, question?"
But I had already been so close before we stopped the grinding the first time. That, combined with the hot jolt that goes through me from physically being unable to move my hands from where Rocky has them pinned, has me at the edge of orgasm immediately.
"I'm—nh— gonna—" I try to warn, but I can't get any more words out.
"Rocky want Grace to feel good," Rocky says in such an earnest tone. And it pushes me over the edge. It feels like I'm falling back into zero gravity. Everything is white and there's a muffled noise echoing in my head. I can't think. I realize that I'm practically shouting Rocky's name. This is the best orgasm I've ever had. And Rocky continues his ministrations as I release load after load of come, until I let out an over sensitized hiss that seems to be an obvious enough signal that I've finished.
I slump back down onto the ground from where I had been arching up into Rocky's carapace. When Rocky lets go of my hands and lifts himself up to hover higher above me I reach up and tug at him until he lowers himself back down onto my panting form with just enough of his weight to feel like a hug.
As I get my breathing under control, Rocky wraps two arms around me to copy my hug and asks, "Grace enjoy, question? Rocky make you feel good, question? I stimulate penis until ejaculation, release dopamine and endorphins."
I huff out a disbelieving laugh at how contrasting Rocky's scientific sounding explanation is compared to the straightforward actions of getting me off. "Yes, it felt good. Really good."
Rocky trills happily and shuffles even closer to me, though still being careful not to squish me too hard anywhere. Always so gentle.
When I finally get my breath back I blurt, "I can't believe you've been watching porn."
"Not understand word."
"It's the word for the videos I assume you watched that taught you how to do this. I know I didn't explain what kind of stimulus gets a human aroused in enough detail for you to do this."
Rocky shuffles a bit before responding, "Not sudden. For many weeks I wondered if I will be able to cause stimulus for you. I make different suit to prepare."
I blink up at Rocky in surprise. I had no idea that that's what he had been planning. "Oh, I didn't think... Well, I'm glad you had the time to be sure you wanted to do this then."
Rocky trills happily, "I thought it would not work. You did not physically react when I introduced you to rope like the humans did in video I watched."
My mouth fell open incredulously. "Is that why you made rope nonstop the other week?" He had been planning to—what—tie me up with it? Despite having just climaxed, I feel my dick twitch at the thought.
Rocky paused for a second before saying, "I thought Xenonite rope was not stimulating because of material of rope was different from the rope used in human videos."
I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of that statement. Of this whole situation. What video did Rocky get ahold of that made him think of ropes as sex toys? I'm not sure I want to know.
And Rocky laughs in his musical way along with me because apparently Rocky is content to feel good just by making me feel good. He laughs with me even if he does not understand why I am laughing.
We lay there hugging and talking for a while before I admit that laying on the floor is starting to hurt my back, to which Rocky turns on his hovering-mode again and nags at me until I take a nap even though it has still only been a couple hours since I slept.
Because of my convincing myself that the whole situation had been a one-time thing in order for Rocky to gain a better understanding of humans, I was quite shocked when Rocky propositioned me again. And again.
I was not disappointed, however. Rocky's many arms (along with the help of some rope) made him unsurprisingly great at sex.