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Shale had not expected to see Tsu’tey.
Blinking his eyes open from a near dead sleep, he was greeted to the sight of Tsu’tey’s freckled face in the dark. He gasped, jolting up and smacking his head on the top of his bunk. Tsu’tey jerked back, but his face split into a grin.
“Easy to scare, like a baby.”
Shale’s eyes remained wide, stuttering as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Wh-” The male exhaled. “What are you doing here? How are you here?”
Tsu’tey was crouched beside the bed, leaning his arms onto the blankets. Shale caught his tail coiling with interest, massive hand toying with Shale’s fingers.
“Taziir.” He grunted as though it were obvious. Taziir , his ikran.
“I mean, yeah, but-” Shale stuttered again, and Tsu’tey chuckled. “ Why ?”
He knew why.
Last night was the Hunt Festival. Last night, they had been drunk on kava. Last night , they had shared a bond and became mated in the eyes of Eywa.
Shale knew why he was here.
“<Your friend let me in, the ugly little demon. Eh…>” He waved his hand, attempting to remember said human’s name. “Zek. Zak. The <brown> haired one.”
Shale could not help but laugh and shake his head. “Zeke? Zeke let you in?” Of course he would. He could hear the link units whirring and could only assume the others were out and about. Norm had finally been able to take his chance, it seemed.
When was the last time Tsu’tey had seen his human body? Years, he supposed. Ever since the business with his mother’s school.
“<Yes, he… bah, it does not matter, does it?>”
They were obviously entranced with one another. Tsu’tey, not-so-subtly staring at his new mate in his true body, and Shale, wide eyed and still processing the fact that Tsu’tey was in front of him. Leaning against his bed.
Tsu’tey reached out to graze his fingers against Shale’s face, palm connecting with his cheek. Shale instinctively leaned in and allowed his eyes to flutter shut.
“<Your hair is longer. You are darker as well.>”
He had tanned, and his hair touched halfway down to his ears. He felt Tsu’tey’s thumb brush his eyelids, and then his nose. The pad traveled the lines of his face and over the scruff of his beard. When he opened his eyes, Tsu’tey’s thumb had pressed to his bottom lip. The na’vi’s hand nearly engulfed his face. They stared, and Shale’s lips curled into a smile, Tsu’tey’s ears perking to attention.
“Hey.”
Tsu’tey’s tail lashed.
“Hello.”
His voice was a deep, wonderful rumble.
Tsu’tey took no prompting, bracing his hands on the frame of the bunk and slipping inside upper body first.
“Hey, whoa!” Shale exclaimed. Tsu’tey continued inside, grunting and pulling Shale down by the calf. He crawled up between the human’s legs, on his hands and knees to curl up in the space that scarcely had enough room for a grown human man.
His tail thumped wildly, a pleased look crossing over his face. He haphazardly closed the curtain before diving upon his newfound mate, snatching him up to mouth and nip at his neck “Okay, okay-” Shale squirmed, exhaling through his teeth and throwing his head back.
“Cannot wait.” Tsu’tey whined . “<I could not wait>, Paskalin.”
“That’s okay.” Shale was panting too, bumping his head against the top of the bunk. “<That’s alright. Are the… is the… are the> link units <closed? Is everyone gone?>”
Shale felt nodding against his cheek, and took that as his answer. His voice rose, gasping and groaning. Tsu’tey released him and Shale managed to shift himself upside down, pressing his sock covered feet to the wall to shove himself down between Tsu’tey’s legs. The man’s ears perked with interest, craning his neck down to watch.
Beneath his tweng, Tsu’tey was hard . Bulging and dripping, Shale worked to undo the leather and toss it off to the side.
The two had slept together before. A handful of times three years ago in his human body, and a handful more as of recently. As such, the appendage hanging far enough to brush his lips wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to him.
The base began thick, having had emerged from the sheath in its heated arousal. It narrowed slightly towards the head, which tapered off into a smooth arrow point. Subtly comparing it to his hand, Shale swore the base was thicker than his fist. The color was shockingly pretty , cloudy shades of blue that began nearly purple near the base, lightening to a vibrant sky-color at the tapered head. It was covered in intricate, bioluminescent “freckles” dusting and glowing (along with the freckles on Tsu’tey’s body) in the dark of the enclosed bunk.
The true glory, though, were the ridges.
Running along the underside, the ridges rose in waves and dips. Smooth in a way that would not cause pain, they were firm enough for Shale to instinctively press his legs close.
Instead, Tsu’tey forced his legs wide. His head dove and mouthed at Shale’s cunt through his boxers. He huffed and rumbled, tongue pressing the clot wet and hot. His backside bumped the top of the bunk, before suddenly rutting down against Shale’s face.
Shale could not help but laugh, taking a grip of the appendage to properly align it with his mouth.
“<You are so needy.>” He hummed. His tongue lapped against the salt-twinged, wet tip, before Tsu’tey was pressing down fast against his lips and into his mouth, searching for a hole to bury himself further. Shale exhaled, breathing through his nose as the ridges scraped along the roof of his mouth. If not for the way his hands braced against the powerful, darkly striped hips, he was sure that Tsu’tey would have fucked his throat raw.
Below, Tsu’tey grew irritated. He grunted and lashed his tail, back arched to reach the proper angle. He gave Shale’s thigh a nip before abruptly yanking his soaked boxers down and out of the bunk. He tentatively licked the swollen clit and spread pink folds, before suddenly burying his face and working his tongue.
A muffled cry escaped Shale, hands flying down to instinctively grasp at his mate. In turn, Tsu’tey thrust his hips down and into Shale’s throat.
The sensations were beyond overwhelming.
Shale squirked, eyes now brimming over with tears from the pressure. He felt the ridges bulging against his throat, nose flush against the penile slit. Shale gagged, heaving and whining past the cock sheathed well into him. His fingers dug into the blanket, thighs forced wide by Tsu’tey’s hands.
Tsu’tey panted and lapped, massive tongue covering the entirety of his demon’s cunt as he flattened it in a long drag. The human was trembling and jolting, hands jerked up and grasping Tsu’tey’s ass in a futile attempt to pull him closer.
“ Greedy .” Tsu’tey hummed. He rolled his hips down the best he could at such an awkward angle, arched up to fit and reach where he wished. “So greedy , always want more, and never full.”
Shale’s throat was tight, hot and constricting beyond belief. Tsu’tey could scarcely compose himself, rutting and grinding down against his face. His tail lashed, flicking wildly against the curtain and wall. His hips and legs trembled, and Tsu’tey sated himself by shoving two fingers deep into the eager slit begging for attention. It stretched when Shale squealed and bucked his own hips up, seeking touch that Tsu’tey was eager to give. Finally, Tsu’tey began moving his hips, up and down motions that slammed against Shale’s face.
Already, Shale felt himself spill over. Tsu’tey did not stop moving as he came, thumb brutal against Shale’s clit as he released muffled cries. His thighs pressed to Tsu’tey’s head and squeezed, who huffed and used his free hand to grip the thick white flesh.
And then, the cock that Shale so desperately attempted to work at throbbed, and he felt the torrent of hot, thick seed spill down his throat.
Too far to truly taste, Shale’s tear-stained eyes widened and he resisted the urge to choke. It didn’t stop , a perpetual overflow that dizzied Shale and stole his focus from the too-big digits rubbing and spreading him open.
Tsu’tey moaned , guttural rumbles and gasps that Shale was sure would shake the bed itself.
After what seemed like an eternity, Tsu’tey slowly unsheathed himself, Shale chasing after the tip as he went.
Spent and sensitive, Tsu’tey hissed in gentle protest and snapped his teeth at Shale’s thigh when he attempted to suck at the tip.
“Greedy man!” He huffed. Tsu’tey abruptly flicked Shale’s clit and grinned when he yelped. “<Are you not sated? Clean the mess you’ve made, and maybe I will give you more.>”
Shale swallowed, throat burning as he spoke with a hoarse voice. “I can’t do it like this.” He whined. “The… The angle, babe. <It will not work.>”
At that, Tsu’tey rolled his eyes and exhaled a dramatic sigh. He made an attempt to turn, tail smacking Shale in the face several times. His legs sent the curtain askew (Shale quickly closing it) and he bumped his head a time or three. Once he positioned himself upright, he briefly smiled at Shale before yanking him down the length of the bed.
Shale yelped, dragged once more face to face with Tsu’tey’s half-hard cock. At the correct angle, it looked even more imposing, even when mostly spent and hanging from its sheath. He hesitantly got to work, small strokes of his tongue to lap away at the mixture of cum and saliva. Tsu’tey huffed and bucked impatiently, earning a scoff from Shale.
Usually the ever patient na’vi, such movements from Tsu’tey were unusual. He groaned and once more gripped Shale under the arms to hoist him up.
“Okay, Tsu’tey. This is getting silly. Let’s just-”
Shale was pulled to face Tsu’tey’s chest, and felt slick ridges rut against him before sheathing within him.
“That..That works too!” He yelped, and made a desperate attempt to coil his legs around Tsu’tey’s hips. Tsu’tey grasped him as close as possible and came in four swift, deep pumps, emptying what he had left of himself into Shale’s depths.
For a moment, they were still. Panting and gasping, Tsu’tey slowly pulled himself out and tugged Shale to the side. They faced each other, Tsu’tey coiling around his mate and Shale pressing in close.
Laying in such a way, Shale felt enveloped . Tsu’tey’s arms clasped him loosely yet close, and his tail flicked lazily against the curtain. Shale took the chance to rest his face against the cobalt chest and inhaled, adjusting and feeling the dusting of lips over the top of his head.
“<So sweet for me,> Tun. <You did so well.>” His voice hummed, and Shale grinned lazily. They lay in silence for nearly twenty minutes, Tsu’tey massaging Shale’s back and shoulders with a hand that covered the majority of his skin.
He touched his hair, as well. Tsu’tey thoughtfully ran two fingers through the red hair, tilting his head and gently taking several strands from the front.
By the standards of the sky-people, Shale had previously been well-groomed. Now, his hair had grown past his ears and the course hair on his face was rough to the touch.
He liked his hair this way, Tsu’tey came to realize. The wild locks were easier to braid, which he found himself doing with several strands. Yet, he enjoyed the facial hair less, unfamiliar on his skin. He noticed a slight rawness to his thighs and tahl’e where Shale’s face rubbed the most, which he knew would turn to stinging chafing soon enough.
“Light.” He huffed with mild frustration. “Light, I cannot see.”
As he reached for the curtain, Shale stopped him with a hand on his bicep.
“Wanna see something cool?”
Tsu’tey was certain his face gave away his puzzled attitude.
“ Cool ? Cold? No, I am-”
The language Shale found so natural annoyed Tsu’tey to no end, which he mulled over as Shale reached over to his wall. Suddenly, the framings speckled with red light. Tsu’tey’s ears flew up and he glanced around, finally falling on Shale’s pleased grin.
“LEDS. <They’re very old, sky-people used to use them a lot. I enjoy old things like this.>”
Shale watched as Tsu’tey’s gaze wandered, satisfied with the lighting as he went on braiding. Such hands that Shale had seen work bows, knives, and prey were shockingly tender, deftly working the tiny strands one after the other.
Tsu’tey was pretty , no matter the light. Bioluminescent freckles swirled in intricate patterns, framing over his eyes, forehead, and down his nose. One of his own braids had a leather strip weaved through it, which looked suspiciously similar to Shale’s auburn hair.
After several moments, Tsu’tey slid one of the smaller beads from his own hair onto the end of Shale’s braid. Shale’s heart thumped in his chest asTsu’tey peered carefully over his work. He held it up for Shale to see, who swiftly nodded his approval.
“<I love you.>” Shale spoke suddenly. His gaze softened and he pressed his lips to Tsu’tey’s.
He had kissed him in his avatar body, but the drastic size difference made things slightly awkward. Even then, Tsu’tey was eager to reciprocate.
After several moments Shale pulled away and chuckled, a soft laugh against Tsu’tey’s lips.
“I need to <get dressed. How long will you stay?>”
Already, Tsu’tey was uncoiling his body and pushing the curtain aside. Shale waited until he stood before rising himself, and likely would have stumbled if not for Tsu’tey steadying him.
“<How did you fit in there?>” Shale laughed, shedding his sweat soaked sports bra. He cringed at the drip down his thighs, but continued going towards the little area where he kept his clothes. He caught Tsu’tey’s smirk and tail coil and waved a hand back.
“<That’s not what I meant.> Dirty-minded, that’s gross.”
Tsu’tey only chuckled, before suddenly standing straight. His head nearly hit the ceiling, and he brushed the tips of his fingers against Shale’s shoulders.
“<I have something for you, I almost forgot. Stay here.>”
As Tsu’tey retreated and Shale dressed, he hoarsely called out. “I don’t have anywhere else to go!”
He dressed slowly, still aching from the previous activities. He wore a red, faded tanktop with “Berkeley” etched across the chest. He tugged on tan cargo shorts, along with boots, and finally pierced the beaded earrings (crafted very poorly through the combined efforts of Ka’ani, Aarro, and Äeza) through his ears.
The earrings, of course, were of a child’s make. Young, not yet hunters, attempting to be kind to a foreigner with what little skill they had at those ages. He remembered the three approaching those years ago, thrilled with their pitiful attempt at weaving.
Tsu’tey touched his shoulder and Shale peered around. He was greeted by two fingers gently gripping his jaw and moving his head forward facing, stilling as he was offered what appeared to be a necklace.
“Oh!” He exhaled with delight. “For me? <You made this?>” Shale turned and took it with gentle handsome stepping back to properly look at Tsu’tey. His ears twitched and he grinned, a hint of satisfaction (and relief) playing over his features.
“Yes, see-” He crouched to be on Shale’s level and shuffled so that they were shoulder to shoulder. Shale held the necklace out, and Tsu’tey began to point. “These… <little stones, they are from the river, the one that runs hear the> schoolhouse. <Where we first met. You remember, yes? And ah…>” He was smiling now, tail curling about Shale’s waist. “<The string is sturdy, it will not break. When you are dreamwalking, I have another for you, much like this one.>”
Shale knew that he loved Tsu’tey. He was well aware of how strongly he felt, how much their bond made just last night solidified it. Now, though, his heart swelled as Tsu’tey took the necklace and stood behind him.
It was clasped and hooked over his neck, fingers dusting the stones and string. It was intricately, beautifully woven in a way that Shale did not realize Tsu’tey was familiar with. It mimicked a choker, a stone of several shades center stage at his throat. Another braided leather piece dropped slightly down to the base of his neck, looser than the main piece, but not long enough to cause issue.
“<This is beautiful> , god . Thank you, Tsu’tey.” Shale turned to be greeted by Tsu’tey’s smile, and proceeded to urge him down with a tug on his hand. Tsu’tey’s ears flicked and he wasted no time in crouching once more and making the first move, pressing their lips together with a hand upon Shale’s head.
“<Stay? Just for a little while.>” Shale muttered against his lips. Tsu’tey nodded after a moment with a gentle hum to his voice.
WIth a newfound warmth in his chest, Shale pulled away and started towards the little kitchenette of the trailer. He heard Tsu’tey following close behind, gaze drawn to a small basket of fruit on the counter.
“<That is for you as well. You can share with your… friends , if you’d like.>”
Shale glanced over his shoulder and smiled, Tsu’tey reaching over to offer one of the fruits to him. A cluster of sweet yovo fruit, of which Shale plucked one from the cluster and took a bite. It was roughy the size of an apple, with a soft-scaled texture that would have turned Shale off had he not tried it before. Of course, as Tsu’tey knew well enough, it was Shale’s favorite.
Shale leaned over the sink to avoid the juices dripping onto his shirt. He finished it like that, before swiftly washing his hands and starting to work on coffee.
“ You , Mr.Rongloa, are too good to me.” Shale kissed his cheek where he was crouched, and Tsu’tey looked on with amusement.
Shale called him many odd names, so this was no different. Babe, honey, many words in English with conflicting meanings. Tsu’tey’s heart quickened, so he gently gripped Shale’s wrist and pressed it to his chest.
“<Am I? I disagree. This is for you, see?>”. Shale’s palm pressed flat to his chest, and he watched the freckled face bloom red. “<We are mates now, there is nothing ‘too good’ that I have done. This is what I am meant to do, what I want to do.>”
For someone who often relentlessly teased, Tsu’tey had a certain talent for making Shale melt. His eyes grew wide and his breath quickened, and he was swiftly nodding.
“Okay.” He uttered. “Okay, that… <Yes, yes, alright. Sorry, I didn’t->”
“Make your drink. Go.” Tsu’tey interrupted him with a chuckle, urging him away with a tap to the backside and a flick of his tail.
Shale could not help the foolish grin on his face. It remained as he started coffee and turned back around to lean against the counter.
“You really think Zeke is ugly?” He suddenly laughed, and laughed even harder when Tsu’tey immediately responded with “Yes, very.”
Shale shook his head and exhaled through such laughter. “You can’t just say that, Tsu’tey. That’s-” He cut himself off with more laughter and turned back to focus on the finished coffee, searching for a mug and pouring from the pot.
“<Why not? You asked, you didn’t want my honest answer?>” Tsu’tey huffed. He scrunched his nose at the smell of the coffee and watched Shale approach. He moved to stand between the na’vi’s legs, one hand on his knee and the other tipping the mug to his lips. Tsu’tey narrowed his eyes.
“<Do you think he’s… eh, what is it? For men of the sky people?> Handsome. Is he?”
Shale avoided choking on his coffee. He covered his mouth and exhaled, waving his hand and chuckling.
“ Zeke ? God, no. Like, he’s okay, but he’s… Zeke, y’know? He’s a military guy, a <warrior>. All human warriors kind of suck.” He rambled when he lied, and was very bad at it. It was amusing to a certain extent, until Tsu’tey was huffing and leaning over to sniff Shale’s coffee.
“<So, you think he is> handsome. <Bad taste, very poor taste. What is this?>”
“It’s coffee. Okay, kind of , but it’s not like, a conscious thing. He’s-”
“<Too short, too loud. I agree.>”
“Do you want to try this?” Shale attempted to change the subject. He urged the mug forward and Tsu’tey grunted. He took the tiniest sip and dramatically scrunched up his nose, the mug comically small against his hand.
“Oh, stop. It’s not that bad.”
Tsu’tey rolled his eyes (a very human gesture for a na’vi) and hooked an arm about Shale’s waist. With only mild protest he hoisted Shale up and seated him upon his thigh. He steadied himself with one hand and coffee in the other, leaning his head against Tsu’tey’s shoulder.
“You cover too much.” Tsu’tey toyed with the sleeves of his tank top and snapped the band of his binder. “You wear little in your demon body. Why here?”
Shale shrugged and took a sip. As he spoke, Tsu’tey fiddled with his newfound necklace and clothes.
“It’s different. Like uh… my human body is a little more sensitive. <Too much sun sometimes, I just need to be a little more careful.>”
Fingertips dusted over his chest, and then down to his stomach. At last, they toyed with the waistband of his shorts, and Shale quirked a brow.
“You’re insatiable.” He croaked, attempting to focus on his coffee. Tsu’tey chuckled and shifted, forcing Shale to jolt as well. “You know, I have stuff to do. Like, stuff around here that requires me being able to walk.”
“You talk too much. When are you quiet."
Shale turned his face in mock offense, scoffing at the comment. Yet, when he felt the fingers pushing past his waistband, there was no room to complain.