Droplets: Dream
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+G through L › Invader Zim › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,265
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3
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Currently Reading:
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Droplets: Dream
Another response to Wicabeth's Droplets challenge.
Enjoy. I sure did.
18.) Dream
It wasn't until Dib lay back sweaty and panting in afterglow that he realized he wasn't sleeping.
Golden eyes half-opened and Dib stared up at the ceiling, his mind hazy and unclear. He stared blankly, trying to discern whether he was awake or still asleep.
He didn't even shift when a dark shape loomed over the bed, and deep, purple eyes focused on him. He didn't move as the figure reached out, the hand cool and soothing.
"Dib."
The human's arms opened, and he closed his eyes as the body above him fit so perfectly inside his arms.
"Zim."
The Irken smirked, and pushed a soft, chaste kiss to the corner of Dib's mouth. "I've seen what you do alone. When it's late, and no one watches. When you think of only one. Who is it you think of? Who is it that you touch yourself to, Dib?"
The human shifted his hands to the Irken's shoulders. "You."
Zim laughed. Not the loud, mocking laugh, but a soft, gentle laugh.
"I know what you want, Dib. You want me so badly that you use your spy footage of me to satisfy your own selfish needs."
Zim lifted himself up, using his spider legs. Dib blinked lethargically at him.
"It's my turn. I will take what I want from you, Dib. I promise."
Zim wasted no time, his fingers yanking the shirt Dib wore open, his ungloved hands running down the soft, white skin. Dib's head lolled to the side, his eyes prickling with tears as Zim pulled on the waistband of his pants.
"You don't want this now?" Zim asked. Dib looked down, and saw all trace of mirth, all trace of passion gone. Reaching up, Dib gently clutched at one of the spider legs bracing Zim up, and nodded. The Irken's face lit into a smile, and he tugged Dib's pants down.
"So hard already...my my...."
Dib's head fell back to the side as the lizard-like tongue flicked against his stomach. "You're not very vocal, are you, Dib. We should change that."
Something cool and wet slipped against the teen's entrance, and Dib gasped in surprise, his fingers clutching at Zim's support. The alien slowly moved his way up, and Dib glanced down.
"You're ready, don't worry." Zim reassured him, and thrust forwards once, hard and fast.
A low moan came from Dib's mouth, his fingers curling around the spider-legs. As he gasped, Zim moved again, causing a quiver of pleasure to run through his body, laced with the initial pain of entry.
Zim towered over Dib's form, his thrusts long and hard. Each one hit his sensitive spot with precision, and Dib found himself fighting to breath.
Raising his other hand to clutch at the other spider-leg, Dib groaned when Zim slid deep inside him, and wrapped his arms tightly around Dib's waist, pulling the human up.
Dib blinked up at his ceiling, panting against Zim's neck as a strange sense of motion overtook the human.
"Don't let go. And wrap your legs round my waist." Zim whispered. Dib obeyed, and tilted his head back to stare at the wall.
Zim's spiderlegs were buried against the dark blue wallpaper. Dib was holding tightly to the section of the legs within reach, his legs wrapped around Zim's waist, the Irken buried deeply inside his body.
A low moan escaped the teen as Zim wriggled, then moved the spiderlegs still on the floor in a roll, pushing Dib up and then dropping him back down hard.
Dib wailed, his eyes closed as Zim repeated the action, his hands growing sweaty as they gyrated together, Zim's grunts mixing with Dib's cries.
Dib tried to focus on his all too familiar ceiling, sweat dripping from his temples as he bit back a cry, the inevitable climax making him dizzy.
"Zim..I...I'm gonna...."
The alien growled, and the gyrations sped up, Dib losing his breath as Zim impaled him harder and faster, the friction between their bodies rubbing Dib's erection in a deliciously tempting way. Unable to hold back any longer, Dib screamed as he came, his fingers slipping from their hold on the spiderlegs.
With a loud howl, Zim threw himself back, the legs flailing, but gripping to the ceiling, creating a cradle for Zim to rest in, Dib falling to the bed below.
It wasn't until Dib lay back sweaty and panting in afterglow that he realized he wasn't sleeping.
He stared up, wide-eyed and now fully awake, as Zim pressed another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, and left silently through the window.
Enjoy. I sure did.
18.) Dream
It wasn't until Dib lay back sweaty and panting in afterglow that he realized he wasn't sleeping.
Golden eyes half-opened and Dib stared up at the ceiling, his mind hazy and unclear. He stared blankly, trying to discern whether he was awake or still asleep.
He didn't even shift when a dark shape loomed over the bed, and deep, purple eyes focused on him. He didn't move as the figure reached out, the hand cool and soothing.
"Dib."
The human's arms opened, and he closed his eyes as the body above him fit so perfectly inside his arms.
"Zim."
The Irken smirked, and pushed a soft, chaste kiss to the corner of Dib's mouth. "I've seen what you do alone. When it's late, and no one watches. When you think of only one. Who is it you think of? Who is it that you touch yourself to, Dib?"
The human shifted his hands to the Irken's shoulders. "You."
Zim laughed. Not the loud, mocking laugh, but a soft, gentle laugh.
"I know what you want, Dib. You want me so badly that you use your spy footage of me to satisfy your own selfish needs."
Zim lifted himself up, using his spider legs. Dib blinked lethargically at him.
"It's my turn. I will take what I want from you, Dib. I promise."
Zim wasted no time, his fingers yanking the shirt Dib wore open, his ungloved hands running down the soft, white skin. Dib's head lolled to the side, his eyes prickling with tears as Zim pulled on the waistband of his pants.
"You don't want this now?" Zim asked. Dib looked down, and saw all trace of mirth, all trace of passion gone. Reaching up, Dib gently clutched at one of the spider legs bracing Zim up, and nodded. The Irken's face lit into a smile, and he tugged Dib's pants down.
"So hard already...my my...."
Dib's head fell back to the side as the lizard-like tongue flicked against his stomach. "You're not very vocal, are you, Dib. We should change that."
Something cool and wet slipped against the teen's entrance, and Dib gasped in surprise, his fingers clutching at Zim's support. The alien slowly moved his way up, and Dib glanced down.
"You're ready, don't worry." Zim reassured him, and thrust forwards once, hard and fast.
A low moan came from Dib's mouth, his fingers curling around the spider-legs. As he gasped, Zim moved again, causing a quiver of pleasure to run through his body, laced with the initial pain of entry.
Zim towered over Dib's form, his thrusts long and hard. Each one hit his sensitive spot with precision, and Dib found himself fighting to breath.
Raising his other hand to clutch at the other spider-leg, Dib groaned when Zim slid deep inside him, and wrapped his arms tightly around Dib's waist, pulling the human up.
Dib blinked up at his ceiling, panting against Zim's neck as a strange sense of motion overtook the human.
"Don't let go. And wrap your legs round my waist." Zim whispered. Dib obeyed, and tilted his head back to stare at the wall.
Zim's spiderlegs were buried against the dark blue wallpaper. Dib was holding tightly to the section of the legs within reach, his legs wrapped around Zim's waist, the Irken buried deeply inside his body.
A low moan escaped the teen as Zim wriggled, then moved the spiderlegs still on the floor in a roll, pushing Dib up and then dropping him back down hard.
Dib wailed, his eyes closed as Zim repeated the action, his hands growing sweaty as they gyrated together, Zim's grunts mixing with Dib's cries.
Dib tried to focus on his all too familiar ceiling, sweat dripping from his temples as he bit back a cry, the inevitable climax making him dizzy.
"Zim..I...I'm gonna...."
The alien growled, and the gyrations sped up, Dib losing his breath as Zim impaled him harder and faster, the friction between their bodies rubbing Dib's erection in a deliciously tempting way. Unable to hold back any longer, Dib screamed as he came, his fingers slipping from their hold on the spiderlegs.
With a loud howl, Zim threw himself back, the legs flailing, but gripping to the ceiling, creating a cradle for Zim to rest in, Dib falling to the bed below.
It wasn't until Dib lay back sweaty and panting in afterglow that he realized he wasn't sleeping.
He stared up, wide-eyed and now fully awake, as Zim pressed another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, and left silently through the window.