room was all about comfort, a warm embrace of soothing colors, soft furnishings, and low lighting. The sleeping mat wasn’t quite clan-size, but plenty big enough for Bacoj to envision rolling around on it with the Imdiko, their bodies entwined in the most intimate of embraces. Heat poured into his already rigid cocks.
Yet, standing there next to the knee-high mat while Vax gazed up at him, wet lips parted, Bacoj was abruptly unsure of what to do. He was the Dramok, so it naturally fell to him to take the lead. Vax was an Imdiko, the gentlest breed of Kalquorian, ready to fulfill others’ needs. It should have been an easy situation to navigate.
Emphasis on the should.
Vax ran his hands over Bacoj’s chest, down his ribs, and up again. “Mmm, nice muscles. Nice everything. What does the strong, commanding Dramok desire?”
Strong? Commanding? Bacoj didn’t feel in possession of either of those qualities.
The categorization tests, taken by all Kalquorian males at the age of five, claimed leadership was Bacoj’s very nature. His birthright. Most of the time, he felt that was true. He was decisive when all the facts were at hand. Yet he became unsure when new circumstances were presented. This was one such situation. Bacoj had never fucked an Imdiko before.
He needed a few minutes to figure out how to handle someone who wouldn’t fight him for dominance. Playing for time, he said, “Let’s start with what’s off the table, Imdiko. Bondage, pain play, master and slave?”
“Hmm.” Vax’s touch slid up beneath his shirt, exploring. “Nothing too extreme. Definitely no blood. A little bruising is okay…would you like to spank me?” He abruptly turned his back to Bacoj. He pulled his trousers down to show off lovely, round buttocks.
Bacoj’s cocks jolted at the sight of such a gorgeous rump. At the idea of parting Vax’s cheeks and diving into the snug hole between them.
In a thick voice, Bacoj said, “A spanking. Yes, that ass definitely deserves a warmup. I’m partial to shoving my cocks into a reddened rump.”
“I’m afraid I was extra bad today. I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not.” Vax rubbed his ass cheeks, smirking over his shoulder at his guest.
Bacoj licked his lips, heat surging to his crotch. “I’ll teach you better. Clothes off. Give me a nice, long look at what I’ll fucking the sense out of. Then lay over my knees, naughty boy.”
“Yes, Dramok.” Vax’s clothes went flying, tossed to a nearby chair as Bacoj sat on the edge of the mat and watched.
His mouth went dry at the sight of the young, naked physique. Vax slowly turned a couple times, giving Bacoj an unimpeded view, grinning with pure mischief as he did so. Vax was as toned as he’d imagined, a vision of leanly muscled arms and legs, flat belly, and of course, that delicious ass. His twin cocks gleamed in the low illumination. He was hard and wet with eagerness, which lifted Bacoj’s confidence.
“Enough preening. Come accept discipline.”
Vax laid over Bacoj’s thighs with a smirk. Blue-purple eyes peeked up at the Dramok through the black waves that fell over his face as he settled. It was no accident that he rubbed up against the rigid lengths tenting Bacoj’s pants.
Vax was a rogue. Since he didn’t mind a little bruising, Bacoj was happy to teach him that teases paid a price for playing with those they’d submitted to.
His palm cracked that too-gorgeous ass. Bacoj grinned at Vax’s yelp, at how he jerked, at the handprint that marked him as the Dramok’s—at least for the night. He smacked him again, with the same exciting results.
He settled in for a nice, leisurely spanking, making his own hand sting as he took his new friend to task. Vax writhed deliciously over his thighs, his whimpers growing in volume as the punishment lasted a minute, then a minute more. Bacoj’s pulse hammered through his cocks as he rained discipline on that perfectly curved ass, enjoying how it tensed after each blow.
Vax’s rear was just deepening to a satisfying shade when the Imdiko attempted to slide off Bacoj’s lap. The Dramok settled his forearm between Vax’s shoulder blades and used his weight to hold him down, continuing to slap the ass that wriggled so fetchingly.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m ready for you to. Hold still, naughty boy,” he told the gasping Imdiko. When Vax ceased his efforts to escape, Bacoj spanked harder than before. He reveled in his companion’s surrender to the domination.
But did the