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Inside this skin lay infinities. But this was the skin Waverly learned to love xem in, the one xe had chosen for xemself. He would probably always prefer it, in certain ways and at certain moments. Okka with tentacles placed a close second. In many ways, Mimica had no natural form, but the one from the pool was one native to their cephalopoid ancestors.

  Okka was always his Okka, but these forms were special.

  Waverly kissed the soft, delicately bowed human lips Okka had built for xemself, grasped the soft ass xe had chosen. He'd missed this. Just this.

  It was better now than it had been the first time, with Okka. They'd been through so much together. They knew each other inside and out. That first desperate fumbling for a very human kind of connection had seemed like the pinnacle of all possible outcomes, at the time. And that memory would keep its meaning, beautiful and critical.

  But now, tired and content and wrapped up in each other, mind and body, the effervescent tingle of arousal just beginning in them both as Okka rocked slowly against Waverly through Waverly's jeans, there was already more joy, more rightness, in their little world than either of them could have imagined then.

  There was still so much to do to ensure that all that they had stayed safe, but this moment was theirs, and they were determined to make the most of it. They kissed, soft at first, slow and wet, letting the desire in their bodies build a little bit at a time, savoring every bit of it, and every bit of each other.

  When xe wasn't busy with Waverly's mouth, xe inched the hem of Waverly's T-shirt up his belly and then up his chest, kissing his nipples with the same thorough, slow intensity xe'd given his lips. Xe listened to his breath, when it speeded, shallowed, hitched.

  Waverly, in turn, had been focusing attention on Okka's hips, xir thighs, xir ass, alternating between lifting and tugging to bring xem closer, and stroking and teasing with lighter touches. Okka got distracted from the nipple xir mouth was working when one of Waverly's thumbs moved down from its exploration of the soft folds of Okka's belly to just barely brush xir cock. Xe gasped, hanging on to Waverly, and Waverly, caught up in the two of them as he was, felt it with xem and gasped as well.

  Urgency having been awakened, Okka pulled Waverly's shirt off the rest of the way, then got distracted by the beauty of the muscles of his shoulders, suddenly right there and begging to be bitten.

  Xe scraped xir teeth across the skin there, just barely, more kissing than biting, and Waverly whined, then swore loudly. The pressure of his jeans against his hard dick was now the most dominant sensation in their shared senses.

  Okka pressed against the bulge, a little nudge, just to be contrary. And because the edge of pain and too-much was something they both liked.

  "Okka," Waverly objected, voice somewhat strained, and let go of Okka's hips to pop open his button and shove the troublesome clothing out of the way.

  They gasped again, and this time it was Okka who let out a little incredulous noise of pleasure. Xe put a hand around Waverly's cock, to fill the sudden void of pressure. They breathed together, harsh, loud, leaned into each other and cheeks touching, so that the noise of it was everywhere, enormous in their ears.

  "Okka," Waverly breathed again, but this time it was like a prayer, all awe and ecstasy.

  Okka kissed him, sucking on his tongue even as xe pulled a tightening ring of fingers up the skin of his cock. Breath stopped entirely for a moment, both just feeling, too much to do anything so pedestrian as breathing at the moment.

  Then, there was just gasping and small, lost, aborted motions for a while, neither of them even keeping proper track of which body was their own or whose they were touching, because everything was happening at once, fingers curling around a neck, noses brushing cheeks, palms crushed against nipples, fingers in a tangle with cocks.

  "Oh, Love," Okka gasped, and xe felt the echo of it in Waverly's throat.

  They were overwhelmed with emotion, overwhelmed with sensation, in all the best ways. Then need came to the forefront, and they started moving with intent again, focusing on the hands curled around their dicks. They both knew they didn't want to be any farther apart than necessary, not right now, so they stayed where they were, tangled up in each other, focusing on chasing the pleasure they could get from these bodies right here, right now. Okka cheated by producing a little slickness they wouldn't have had otherwise, but when the hard slide of xir fingers against Waverly's cock went smooth, speeding up, Waverly had no objection to that. Only praise.

  "Okka. Oh, fuck, yes."

  His hips jerked in a rhythm that Okka easily followed, each stroke building on the last, each sensation echoed back between both their minds. They were so full with each other, they were near to overflowing.

  Waverly's mouth moaned and babbled incomprehensibly with every shift or press of their bodies against each other, but Okka easily picked all the meanings out of his mind, the pleasure, the impatience, the pure joy. The love.

  Xe sent them all back, multiplied.

  They wobbled, suspended on the edge like a cup just on the edge of overbalancing and sending the liquid inside crashing over the surroundings. They both swallowed, so in tune. Both their hands together gave the both of them one more stroke.

  For one infinite moment, all that liquid hung suspended in the air. Flying. Then it hit, and everything was vivid, real, damp, and shocking. Breathing harsh, their eyes locked.

  Waverly started to giggle first. Wheezy laughs, in between still-harsh panting, but it was pure, gentle joy underneath.

  Okka collapsed against his chest and joined in the sentiment.

  Here they were, still in Waverly's office, still in his chair, sticky and satisfied and delighted. How scandalous.

  They reveled in it for a moment before Okka reached down to reabsorb the mess of their combined spend. Waverly caught xir hand before xe was quite done, licking some of it off so it could become part of him again, too, in the human way he had.

  Waverly buttoned his jeans again, and then looked around, finding his shirt, but no other clothing. "Hey," he said, still with a little laughter in his voice, "where'd your clothes go?"

  "Oh," Okka replied, looking at xemself. "The override signal caused me to absorb them. I didn't really see a reason to manifest them again."

  Waverly snickered. "Makes sense to me." He stroked the soft folds of Okka's belly. Then he sighed. "But unless we want to go through that whole ordeal again every time we encounter other Mimica, we're going to need to figure out a way to aim that monstrosity of a freeze ray."

  Okka hummed thoughtfully. "Nothing's impossible," xe said, unworried. "Not here. Not with you."

  "Not with us," Waverly agreed.

  They had all the pieces of the puzzle. The solution would come in its own time.

  Today, they could rest. Saving the galaxy could wait for another day.

  FIN

  About the Author

  Irene Wendy Wode is a relatively human person living on the outskirts of Philadelphia who spends the vast majority of xir time on the internet or writing. Xe is nonbinary and autistic, with special interest in words, stories and fantasy worlds, and the messages they can communicate. You may contact xem at irenewendywode.tumblr.com.