Generally, I'm pretty good at tolerating heat. The attic can become an oven during the summer, but except for some extreme heatwaves, I'm not bothered by it often. That's probably why the rest of my family rarely comes up here, to be honest.
As a result, when I start feeling hot, it's usually due to some extreme circumstances.
Maybe since we just exited a bath, but with Astral hugging my back against him as his numerous appendages explored the front of my body, I was really burning up.
"You feel rather warm, Yuma," he remarked, a tendril coiling and stimulating around the head of my phallus, almost tauntingly.
"Sh-shut up, I know!"
With the two of us sitting on the floor like this, each caress caused my hips to involuntarily buck away from Astral, despite my best efforts.
"...It's difficult to hold onto you when you do that," he mentioned with a tinge of annoyance.
I had to focus to stop my body from twitching while I spoke, "I- can't help it. You're surprisingly good at this."
From the corner of my eye, I could see Astral's contemplative expression, even while he continued his fondling, "I think I have an idea."
"Yeah?"
Similar to last night, Astral weaved several coils around my form, tying our thighs and shoulders together. It wasn't quite the same as when Astral did it previously; back then I could still move around, but now there was a certain degree of strength being used in their grip, restraining me against him.
It was difficult to breathe in this position, but not because my lungs were being compressed. No, Astral's still being cautious and avoiding my vitals. Rather… there was a strange thrill with being bound to him.
He picked up on my arduous panting, "You can breathe just fine, right?"
"Y-yeah…"
"If it gets taxing for you, let me know."
I nodded. Given my arousal, I probably won't.
Confident I couldn't get away now, Astral upped his game with pleasuring my different erogenous zones, taking his sweet time manipulating each one he discovered. Despite not actively trying to break out of Astral's grip, my body fought against his precise strokes. Whatever Astral learned from our first time, I don't think the human body was adapted for such effective lovemaking.
The mewls coming from my throat raised an octave when I felt Astral's lips on the back of my clavicle. Some rudimentary parts of my brain orchestrated my being to seek out the air in front of me, thinking my most precious ought to be there. Whatever the reason why I have no idea, but there was no mistaking that desperate, yet familiar need to embrace Astral.
I was starting to realize the slight drawback of being in this position. Unless… there's another way to calm the urge…
"A-Astral?"
"Yes, Yuma?"
Astral paused his stimulations just long enough for me to speak coherently, "...How many of these things can you make at once?"
"It depends on the length I give them; I'm still limited by my own mass."
Still can't believe I'm about to ask this, "...are you able to make one more?"
"Easily."
"Then bring it over here," I indicated towards my upraised hand.
A tendril found its way into my palm. Pressing my fingers against it, the appendage gave the impression of liquid trapped within a thin barrier, somewhere between silicone and a lake's surface. It felt so delicate, but I knew its fragility was deceiving.
Just beneath the exterior, shimmering energy swirled and coalesced, like someone bottled up the stars of the Milky Way and gave them to Astral to do as he pleased. I could have watched the miniature galaxy for hours. But currently, I had other plans for it.
Bringing the tendril closer, I rested a kiss against the surface, causing Astral to flinch in surprise, "Yuma...?"
My lips parted and I guided the unique feeler beyond the edges of my teeth, finally nestling it against my warm tongue. While nowhere sharp enough to damage me in any way, the tips of Astral's fingers spontaneously tried hooking into my skin, clueing me into what happened.
...Ah, there's the click.
All his limbs grew tight in their holds, and I felt Astral's body trembling against my own. There was a whimper in his voice, "Yuma... I-"
He was restraining himself, especially with the tendril in my mouth. I could feel how much Astral wanted to push it as deep as my body would allow.
I wanted him to as much as he did.
We'll take it slow, okay?
The ragged exhale and downward jerk of his head was most likely a nod.
I released my grip on the appendage, letting out a muffled purr as it made its way to the back of my throat. My airflow wasn't compromised, for now at least.
That changed only slightly when I started feeling a weightless elixir pooling in my pharynx, forcing me to swallow repeatedly. My eyelids fluttered as I fought to stay conscious against the rush of emotions.
Wow, that is a lot of enthusiasm. And restraint. It's admittedly impressive, but that restraint was going to figuratively kill both of us.
Turning back to Astral, I begged him with my eyes. Deeper. Please.
The look Astral gave me likely would've been followed by asking if I had a death wish. Ironic coming from him of all people…
I did my best to smile around the tendril in response.
He furrowed his brow ridge, "...Signal me if it feels unsafe."
A quick nod and Astral immediately probed deeper into my throat. I encouraged him by absorbing all that I could, using my muscles to massage and stimulate him just as Astral did to me.
The shuddering of his body in response was too sweet to enjoy, but his soft coos were driving me mad, "Oh Yuma…"
Astral's gasps were all the encouragement I needed, but he went so far as tightening the tendril encircling my dick, quickening his tempo. Damn it, at this rate I'm going to-
I was caught off guard by the single word whispered into my ear, "Please."
That was the last straw needed for me to utterly melt in Astral's grasp. He continued holding me close as our instinctual responses took control of each other.
Finally, a wink of stillness passed, my limbs and throat were finally freed. I rested my head on Astral's shoulder while catching my breath slowly. He kept me securely in a hug, our breathing eventually synchronizing.
I felt his hand come around to clutch my own. There was a gentle, steady vibration coming from somewhere within Astral. ...Odd I never noticed it before, but I guess it's not every day I have my ear against him.
It was only a matter of minutes before the pain suppressant effects of the endorphins in my system dwindled to the point of ineffectiveness.
"...Fuck I'm sore."
Being so close to Astral's neck, I could hear his suppressed chuckle, "Understandable."