Surprising Connections - Mike and El

El hadn't known she was different until she was living in the cabin with Hopper. He had done his best to explain her 'abnormality,' while reassuring that it didn't mean there was anything wrong with her. Only once she began to learn the ways of the world, did it start to worry her. How would Mike react when he found out? How could Mike possibly still want to be with her, when he discovered his girlfriend had a penis?

In spite of all her fears, Mike had taken the news far better than she ever could have hoped. Sitting in Mike's basement, trembling in fear of his reaction, she had explained yet another way she was different from everyone else. With reassuring warmth, he had taken her in his arms, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and told her she was beautiful, inside and out. He loved her for who she was, and that meant all of her, exactly as she was.

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in the cabin. Hopper was working for another four hours, and they were making the most of their time alone. Stretched out on El's bed, their tongues waged war while hands gently explored the extents of each others bodies.

"Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?" Mike asked, finally pulling back to catch his breath, his eyes roaming across her face as he felt her stiffness pressed firmly against his stomach.

An adorable blush rose to El's cheeks and Mike dove in again, peppering kisses down her neck, causing her to shiver despite the warmth of the stove filling the cabin. He worked his way lower, trailing along her collarbone and down the smooth expanse of her chest. Fingers caressed up her side, finding their way to one firm, perfect breast, as his lips deftly located the other. Fingers and lips worked eagerly at her stiffening nipples.

"Mike," El moaned low, fingers twisting into his hair.

Her eyes were closed, but she could feel his face pull into a grin at her reaction. His kisses started working their way south again, across the flat stretch of her stomach. Fingertips continued to trace tantalizing patterns while his hot breath warmed her skin. Her own breath quickened as she felt him approach that most delightful of destinations. All at once, his lips wrapped around the head of her cock and sank down.

Another shuddering moan escaped her lips - she just couldn't help it - as Mike swallowed her up. He raised up, his tongue tracing a long, slow, winding path up the length of her shaft before he dropped again, taking her deeper. One hand still in his hair, El raised the other to her chest, massaging desperately at one breast, her whole body aching for more. Mike bobbed a few more times before pulling off, kissing his way down the side of her shaft, moving lower, suckling at the smooth sack hanging below.

El was getting lost in her own desire, the fire in her belly raging. Nothing in the world felt better than the things Mike was doing - not her own hands in the quiet of the night, not the pillow she would thrust herself against, dreaming of her boyfriend - nothing...except maybe that one other thing.

"On your back," she cried, a request, emphasized with a hand on his chest to prove her point.

Mike rolled over, happy to comply, and she was down between his legs in an instant. El's shaft was slick with his spit, and they had been toying with each other while they made out, so she hoped he was ready enough. She was dripping with precum as she swiped the head of her cock against Mike's tight, waiting hole. She pressed in slowly, letting her body slowly drop against him as she felt him opening up to welcome her. His face twisted in a familiar mix of pleasure and pain, and she dropped her lips to his, their tongues wrapping around each other in a delightful distraction as she sank fully into him.

"Ready?" she asked, pulling back to stare deeply in his eyes.

"Fuck me, El." Mike whined, his hips already shifting, urging her into motion. "Fuck me. Fill me up."

El started slow, pulling back and pressing into him again. She knew it usually took a few more minutes for him to relax and open up fully to her. Still, it was hard to contain herself, pushing into him harder, thrusting deeper each time she drew back. Small gasps and cries escaped his throat each time she slid the stiff length of her cock into his warm, tight ass.

El found she was quickly losing herself as she looked down at Mike, every memory and feeling she had for him flooding her mind at once. The boy who rescued her from the storm, who promised to protect her, who loved her before she even knew what the word meant. The boy who waited for her the whole year she was in hiding. Who accepted her without hesitation when she confessed her unique anatomy, and never let her feel like she was anything abnormal. Who loved her with all his heart, as his girlfriend in public, as his boyfriend in the bedroom.

El knew wasn't going to last much longer, and by the beautiful sounds he was making, neither was Mike. Reaching a hand down between them, she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock, his own precum leaving him slick and wet. She increased her pace, her hand stroking the length of his shaft in time with her thrusts.

"Mike," she whimpered. "Mike...I'm...I'm gonna...mmmmmmmmm."

She came hard before she could even complete the thought, erupting deep inside him. Mike could feel the spasming pulse of her shaft and he couldn't hold back any longer. As jet after jet of cum came pouring from his cock, Mike's tight asshole constricted around El, milking her dry. No longer able to hold herself up, she collapsed onto him, their lips crashing together again. Mike wrapped his arms tightly around her, their bodies shaking through their orgasms, soaking in sweat and writhing against one another.

Curled together in a blissful haze, El's wilting cock slipped out of him, a sticky gush leaking from him in its wake, neither much caring as they exchanged soft kisses.

"I love you, El." Mike whispered, brushing one sweaty lock of hair out of her face.

"I love you, too, Mike."