Pouncing on People 2 by Moonloon
 
 

Harper was being careful. He knew Tyr had stayed away from him for the last few days to lull him into a false sense of security. He was waiting until Harper let his guard down and walked too close to an open doorway or something. Harper was determined not to be caught unaware again. Sure, the thought of getting fucked hard and fast by the buff Neitzschean was appealing but he wanted to preserve some dignity by noticing Tyr before the big guy got into his pants.

So, he was being careful: walking down the centre of the corridors, avoiding dark or cramped spaces, sticking to those areas of the ship Tyr didn’t normally frequent. After all, thought Harper, Tyr wouldn't have much fun if I made it too easy for him...

Harper grinned as he reached his workshop without incident, only to let out a yell as he was grabbed from behind.

"Hey! No fair," he protested as Tyr pulled him off his feet. "These aren't the corridors. You said I’d never be safe in the corridors again."

Harper felt the rumble of laughter in Tyr’s chest. "Did you think there were rules, little one?"

Harper sighed. "I guess I should have known better."

"Yes, you should," said Tyr and bit down on Harper's earlobe. Harper struggled futilely as Tyr pulled his shirt out of his pants and explored Harper's stomach and chest with his hand. "Never let your guard down, even when you think you are safe. You should know that: how did you survive on Earth without a survival instinct?"

Harper stiffened.  He didn’t want to talk about Earth. "That’s not a good topic for pre-coital stimulation."

Tyr didn’t answer.  Instead he put Harper’s feet back on the floor and used both hands to unfasten Harper’s pants. Harper  let Tyr’s hands roam his body for a while before asking, "You never told me why."

"Why what?" Tyr said, his mouth ghosting over the back of Harper’s neck.

"Why me? There are plenty of more worthy candidates around."

"It’s a primal imperative, you wouldn’t understand" said Tyr offhandedly. He was more interested in pulling Harper’s pants down.

But Harper wanted answers.

"Try me," he said, pulling out of Tyr’s grip.

Tyr sighed in exasperation. "Much as I hate to admit it, you’re smarter than me. Neitzscheans are instinctively drawn to mate with people who have a trait or traits that would improve the chances of their progeny surviving.  That way the next generation will be better. Unfortunately when this was engineered into us they forgot to make it gender - linked.

Harper gaped.  "You mean you want me for my mind!"

Tyr grinned.  "Not entirely, no."  He lunged forwards grabbing Harper and yanking his shirt over his head. "Like I said it’s a primal imperative. There’s no higher thought involved: it’s just a case of ‘see it, want it, have to fuck it’."

"Uh, okay," Harper said, as Tyr finally got his pants down.

Tyr moved around to face Harper and began to bite and suck his way up and down his torso. Harper felt his cock fill as Tyr latched onto a nipple with his teeth. Tyr growled with appreciation when he felt Harper respond to him and reached down to stroke him to full hardness.

Harper's eyes rolled back in his head.  Tyr might be an arrogant son-of-a-bitch but he knew how to turn a guy on.  The teeth and the vibrations from the growling were sending hoy, sexy waves to his cock.  Tyr’s hand was rapidly bringing Harper close to climax, but before he could do more than whimper his need Tyr had shoved him face down on the workbench. Harper looked up in time to see Tyr feverishly coating his cock with lube before the breath was knocked out of him and he saw stars. God! I forgot how huge he was, Harper thought as he tried to adjust to the burning in his ass.

Tyr set a relentless pace and before Harper could catch his breath a couple of hard jabs on his sweet spot sent him over the edge.

He lay there sticky and sated until Tyr groaned and collapsed onto his back.

"Tyr…need to breathe" he gasped and Tyr rolled to one side then stood up. Harper pulled himself together and turned to sit on the bench, trying not to wince from the ache in his ass. "So I guess this is going to keep happening then: you jumping out and fucking me. At least until something better comes along?"

"Yes."

Harper rolled his eyes.  "Oh boy, I don’t know if I can survive this."

"Don’t worry," said Tyr leaning in towards him.  "I’m not planning on fucking you to death."

Harper gasped as he was kissed, a soft sweet kiss, totally at odds with what he was expecting.

Harper sat, his pants around his ankles, stunned. He tried to think of a smart-ass comment but for once he was stumped and just gaped after Tyr as he left.

Nice kiss.  Harper thought, I wonder if he’ll do that before he jumps me next time?

The End

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