Cheers to Lifeday Sequel -part 2-

As previously stated, this has been my on-going smutfest that I keep coming back to whenever I have the need to write something dirty. Welp, it's finally wrapped itself up I suppose. It had to end sometime! Unedited and unbeta'd, and expect a whole lot of spicy content. Enjoy this early sneak peek!  

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The pull to sleep after such an intense kriffing was strong, but the shower was proving to be quite invigorating for Kallus’ wobbly composure and relaxed muscles. Kallus had never felt more sated, and the thought of calling it a night and going to bed was tempting…

But what was more tempting was the naked, wet lasat enjoying the warm water of the shower they shared right in front of him.

The water made Zeb’s skin and fur darker, the swells of his muscles more defined, the stripes across his body all the more bold and all but begging to be traced and touched with his hands. And Kallus did without hesitation, eager to massage and feel his lover’s body wet and slick with moisture and the spicy smelling soap that blended with his natural musk so sweetly.

They both were soaping and caressing each other’s bodies under the spray of water, stroking with slow and tantalizing caresses that were more for sensation than function, until the water went from hot to lukewarm. Though the evidence of their previous coupling was making its way down the drain, the promise of more to come was sharp in the steamy, humid air of the refresher.

And just before the water went cold, Kallus was sure to slap the controls down and bask in the smells and tastes and textures as he kissed Zeb senseless and adoringly in the warm wet of it all.

Zeb was already sporting an erection again, and Kallus was always a bit envious of his partner’s refractory period. Even if he was unable to be quite so quick, Kallus was still able to keep up, being more than eager to get Zeb off again with his mouth or hands or body. He loved to wring multiple orgasms from him, loved that Garazeb Orrelios was in his prime, a healthy and enthusiastic lover that could take his pleasure from their lovemaking so often and with such stamina.

“Hmm, and all mine,” Kallus remarked aloud and Zeb chuckled against his mouth as he licked delicately at the lingering water on his lips.

“Yeah, I am,” Zeb agreed. "And yer all mine, too."

With that, Zeb scooped under Kallus' thighs and lifted him into the air effortlessly. Kallus looped his arms around his shoulders and neck, legs around his waist, the slickness of their bodies making his grip not as sure as he would like as Zeb carried him the few steps out of the shower stall and to the sinks.

Kallus flinched at the cold durasteel of the sink counter as Zeb set his bottom down on it and reached behind him to swipe the condensation clear of the large mirror.

Suddenly looking shy, which was very strange for a lasat who was naked and between his thighs with an insistent erection putting his spent cock to shame, (and who had just kriffed him and been kriffed by him so thoroughly earlier), Zeb worried his lip and hesitantly met his curious eyes.

"What is it, Zeb?" Kallus asked, with a soft smile.

"Kinda always wanted to… uh," Zeb trailed off, and Kallus was sure if Zeb's hands weren't currently rubbing up and down Kallus' wet thighs, he would be scratching at the back of his neck nervously. "Is it alright if I… have you? In here?"

Kallus noticed Zeb's big eyes flick behind him, to the mirror no doubt. Kallus smirked as he figured it out and ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking some of the moisture out. Cool rivulets of water trickled down his back. "What would you like to see, Garazeb? Tell me."

"Uh, wanna see, wanna watch myself -karabast, this is embarrassing, sorry," Zeb murmured.

"It's alright. You want to watch yourself as you fuck me?" Kallus supplied and Zeb gave a small nod. Kallus wasn't hard yet, but after this revelation he felt the stirrings low in his belly and a tingling through his crotch. "Hmm, I'd very much like that too, Zeb."

Kallus leaned back, the small space of the sink counter just enough room for him to brace himself and spread his legs wider. He reached down with his other arm and began to prod at his rim. It was still sore and used from earlier, but the thoughts racing through his mind of how much Zeb would enjoy himself was making him clench already in excitement.

"Karabast, you're a sight," Zeb rumbled with awe in his voice, his eyes looking down at where Kallus touched himself. "You're shinin' and so pink and -karabast…"

Kallus bit his lip and smirked at him, the attention stroking at his ego almost as good as he stroked at his own asshole. "I’ll look even better wrapped around your cock again.”

“Fuck, Kal,” Zeb said breathily on an exhale and took hold of his length and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling some slick off and smearing it at Kallus’ long fingers so he could start to work it in and out of himself.

It was no time before Kallus was ready again, and he let his fingers pull free and he grabbed Zeb by his shoulders, still damp and slippery, and kissed him into a hungry fervor. He wrapped one steady arm over Zeb’s shoulder and climbed the wall of muscle up, wrapping his legs around his waist. Zeb’s arms were there on his thighs again to hold him aloft as they lined themselves up.

Zeb’s cock pushed inside and Kallus sank down as much as he could in Zeb’s arms, taking him to the hilt in one exquisite glide. Zeb let out a grunt of air and Kallus moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the small room. He usually tried to keep himself quiet when they made love, the walls of the ship not doing much in the way of sound dampening, but tonight was different. They were finally, truly alone, and Kallus would scream his throat raw for Zeb, like he intended every time they had sex. He moaned again and shifted in Zeb’s strong arms.

“Can you see well enough?” Kallus asked him and peeked over his own shoulder to glance at their reflections. There was still condensation fogging the edges of the large mirror, but otherwise the surface was clear.

“Y-yeah,” Zeb said, his voice ragged already. He took a step back and hefted Kallus’ bulk, the movement bobbing his cock through his asshole with a shock of sensation. Kallus whimpered theatrically, and bit his lip as he tried his best to feign impatience.

“Then fuck me Zeb,” Kallus begged, again with a little more flair than normal. He wrapped his arms around him and tucked his head into the crook of Zeb’s neck, giving him room to see over his shoulder.

And fuck him, Zeb did, slow at first, letting his wonderfully alien cock scrub through his rim, every dip and swell and nub stretching him deliciously. Kallus couldn't see for himself the way Zeb slowly eased into a torturous rhythm, but he felt it, every powerful thrust was sure and thick and toe-curling.

"How does it look, love?" Kallus prompted him. "Can you see how good you fuck me, every kriffing time…"

"Yeah, Kal, oh -oh karabast," Zeb moaned wantonly into his shoulder.

Kallus felt Zeb's two big hands grab each side of his ass, spreading his cheeks wider, and squeezing the meat of him as he lifted him up and down on his cock.

It must be quite the sight, because the way Zeb took in the steamy air of the 'fresher sped up and his breath was heavy and hot and shaking against Kallus' dewy flesh. Kallus gave small cries of pleasure as Zeb worked into him efficiently, gasping in his own shaking breaths. He felt and saw Zeb's ears twitch and flutter with each sound he made.

His dick was hard and wanting again, pressed between them and rubbing against the soft fur and firm muscles of his lover and himself. It was all so warm and wet and desperate and Kallus felt the lick of arousal nudging it's way to his core already and tickling towards an urgent climax. The way Kallus knew Zeb was watching himself and getting off on their private show was turning him on all the more.

"You can have me anywhere on this bloody ship as long as you keep fucking me like this!" Kallus let out a needy, guttural sound and held on tighter as Zeb let out a mewl and sped up. "You're so good, you fuck me so good, Zeb!"

"Kal, oh fu-" Zeb cut himself off and let out a deep growl and began to slam himself all the harder into him. The slap of flesh and fur and slick was loud and obscene and Kallus loved every moment of it.

"Watch me Zeb, watch how good you stretch me open. Darling, it's yours to take whenever you want, wherever you want. Just keep fucking me like this. Never stop fucking me."

"I'm comin' -oh fuck -fuck!" Zeb shuddered and there was the satisfying flaring of Zeb's spiny crown deep inside him, rubbing against all the spots that always made him twitch with blinding pleasure. Kallus then felt Zeb burst, releasing another copious load of his spend inside him. Kallus' eyes rolled up into his head at the sensation of being filled, the textured head of Zeb's glorious cock pulsing as it painted his insides.

Kallus smiled and panted into the damp fur of Zeb's neck and couldn't help but feel a swell of pride; that was the quickest he thinks he's ever gotten the lasat off. They might have to have sex in the 'fresher more often; much quieter than they had just been, however.

Zeb was purring and Kallus could feel it vibrating deep into his chest where he clung to the lasat. It was a beautiful feeling, knowing the pleasure Zeb had just taken from the experience. “Zeb, you’re so good, so good,” Kallus praised him as he kept nuzzling into his lover’s neck.

“That was,” Zeb rasped between breaths, “so kriffin’ hot.”

“Yes,” Kallus moaned and began to kiss and nip at Zeb’s racing pulse. “I won’t last long either.”

Zeb gave an approving noise. “Yeah?”

“Set me down and I’ll show you.”

Zeb grunted and lifted him up and his cock slipped free of his used asshole, a gush of lilac hued cum dripping out and onto the floor. “Made ‘nother mess of ya.”

“Indeed.” Kallus gave a small chuckle and when his feet touched the floor, he was sure to step around the puddle of water and ejaculate. Before he could begin to figure out what he was to do with his erection, Zeb guided Kallus around in the small room until he was behind him. Then the lasat braced his large hands on the counter and bent over slightly. He looked over his shoulder at Kallus and gave him a knowing smile.

“Make ‘nother mess of me now,” Zeb said, a fang popping out of his smirk and catching on a plump, purple lip. “Hard as you can luv, hard ‘n fast.”

Kallus didn’t hesitate to press immediately against Zeb, rubbing his stiff member against the lasat’s ass cheeks. He reached around and fondled at Zeb’s spent cock and gathered a handful of slick and cum and rubbed it on his own length.

“Gonna love watching myself as you do it,” Zeb said over his shoulder, lustfully, “so be sure to give it to me good.”

Kallus guided his dick to the rim of Zeb's ass and used his other hand to push a velvety cheek aside so he could watch as he sank inside. The push in was not as easy as before when he had fucked him in the cockpit, but he still managed to sink to the hilt in less than a minute of effort.

"Yeah, that's it, babe," Zeb crooned, practically squirming and writhing with the faintest of movements on his dick. "Now, pound into me, hard and fast."

Kallus anchored his hands on the soft swell where Zeb's hips met his muscular thighs, and readied his stance. He nearly pulled all the way out, wincing in pleasure as Zeb's tight heat quivered on the backstroke, and then snapped his pelvis forward, sheathing himself fully again.

"Oh Zeb, oh Zeb," was all Kallus could manage to mutter. The feeling was exquisite; the tight clench of Zeb's ass, the wet heat of it squeezing around his hard length, the bristle of Zeb's fur against him as he slammed home, balls deep and grinding against a firm backside.

"That's it, kriff me good and hard," Zeb moaned and made a rough whine of sound as Kallus bucked forward and back with more force. Kallus found himself snarling his own pleasure in answer to him, his throat raw and hoarse as he growled with exertion.

Kallus could feel Zeb's cum still dripping from his own ass, sticky and plentiful and tickling his thighs where it slid down. It was humid in the small room and it was all so wet and obscene, fucking each other with such ferocity and making a mess of the floor and their bodies, in a place one was meant to get clean. Well. It was one of the most erotic things Kallus had ever done.

Zeb obviously thought so too. "This is so hot, babe, so fuckin' hot. I'm gettin' hard again, you're hittin' it just right -right there!" Zeb gasped and Kallus felt the slightest tremor shudder through the lasat's massive body. Zeb's prostate (or the lasat equivalent at least) was in a slightly different place than a humans, and Kallus had discovered he was just the right length and girth to reach it when he was deep enough. He focused his energy and thrusts on that spot inside Zeb and went wild.

Zeb gave a shout and Kallus felt as one of his muscled legs trembled and curled inward. The lasat's ass clenched hard around him, sending a shiver of white hot pleasure all along his sensitive cock. Kallus was close and the thought of wrenching yet another orgasm from his lover was making it approach even faster.

"Don't stop! Karabast Alex -don't stop!" Zeb sobbed, his body jerking and shaking. Kallus couldn't take his eyes off of Zeb's back as the corded muscles there flexed and rippled, the dark V of stripes down his spine growing into sharper contrast as the fur there raised to a peak.

One of Zeb’s hands hit the mirror, palm slapping the surface with force and his nails scratching harshly across it. Kallus shifted, his feet slippery on the wet and soiled floor, and continued to slam into his partner, arms pulling Zeb’s strong hips back so he could grind all the harder. His muscles ached but the sweet promise of release urged him deeper and faster, and he became almost reckless with his movements.

"Right there, right there, come inside me again! Come inside me-" Zeb growled brokenly, “A-Alex, please!”

Kallus wasn’t sure why that had pushed him over the edge, but the next thing he knew, there was a rush of tingling sensation that sparked all down his body. He erupted in a burst, deep inside his lover, heralded by a loud shout and a quivering, full-body shake as he released.

It was glorious in the few, precious moments after his climax, and Kallus noticed he had screwed his eyes shut. He opened them wetly, his lashes were damp with water or tears, he wasn’t sure. His dick was surrounded by warmth and soft clenches as he softened.

Zeb was trembling, gasping and groaning like Kallus had never heard before. Kallus held himself still, even as Zeb writhed in place and hung his head low, the top bumping against the mirror in front of him.

Kallus reached a curious hand around and slid wet fingers along Zeb’s cock. It was still hard, the nubs along the pulsing length stiff and oozing slick. Kallus’ fingertips brushed over the ridge near the tip, where the crown of spines were just begging to unfurl.

“Oh, karabast!” Zeb pleaded, barely heard, on a whispered whine of breath.

Kallus knew his love was probably overstimulated, but Zeb was not stopping him and there was no sign of resistance or denial for his touch. So Kallus gripped the thick length in his own shaking hand and made a fist to squeeze from base to tip. When his thumb and forefinger brushed against the crown of Zeb’s cock, the lasat shuddered and tensed and then came with a mighty pulse in his slippery grasp.

Zeb let out a trembling cry and Kallus felt the hot drips of cum slide over his knuckles as Zeb ejaculated, his spines fluttering out and catching between Kallus’ fingers as he held on through his orgasm.

Kallus let his other hand wind around Zeb as he continued to shake and gasp, fingers soothing the soft but damp fur of his chest, rubbing the muscles there as Zeb gulped for air. He kissed into the ruffled fur of Zeb's back, catching his own breath as they both came down from the high.

"Need to -need to sit down," Zeb said with a rumble after a moment. Kallus gently extracted his hands and body and watched Zeb take a couple wobbly steps to the toilet and sit on it gingerly. "Kriffin' karabast, Kal, you…"

Kallus couldn't help but smirk in pride as Zeb rubbed at his neck and face, looking thoroughly blissed out and relaxed, despite his labored breathing. Kallus himself felt very flushed but very satisfied. "We outdid ourselves."

"That was, yeah… I dunno if we can ever outdo that." Zeb looked over at the mirror and sink with a fond expression.

"The night is still young, darling," Kallus teased with a roguish wink and an exaggerated stretch of his body, his arms above his head and his torso twisting. Zeb fixed his fond gaze to him.

"I think we've wrung all the young out of the night, babe. Don't think there's a single drop of it left in me, if you know what I mean."

Kallus chuckled and bit his lip as he trailed a hand down his body and cupped at his groin, feeling the mess of slick and cum there. "I'm suddenly very determined to get one more out of you before the night is finished -one drop or several, if I can manage."

"That a challenge?"

"Perhaps," Kallus said slowly. He took a deep breath and sighed, however, when he really took in the extent of their escapades in the 'fresher. "But before then, I suppose we need to take a sonic -separately- and tidy a little in here. And perhaps the other places we were."

"You're right," Zeb conceded with an air of defeat, but his fond gaze was still admiring Kallus' body as he got to work.

Zeb went into the sonic first, at Kallus' insistence, because any more temptations may make them more frustrated in the end, when their bodies may not rise to the occasion like they wanted them to. Kallus did hope a spot of rest and maybe something to eat and drink may give them the last surge of energy to get lost in the release of climax together one more time before they finally found sleep on this wonderful anniversary.

They had certainly already outdone themselves, so might as well go all in, Kallus figured.

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"This is some Life Day, huh?" Zeb asked him over chewing some freshly heated waffles. They had settled into the small kitchen of the Ghost, dressed in only some loose sleeping clothes Kallus had pulled from his overnight backpack, which had been lying where it had been dropped so unceremoniously in the common room.

Kallus swallowed his bite, leaning more into the warmth of his love at his side. "I'll admit, I had expected us to work our way up to the intimate portion of our evening."

"We agreed: straight to the fucking, that was the plan!" Zeb accused him with a shove into his shoulder.

"I am in no way complaining for the thorough way you kriffed me over the closest flat surface, Zeb, or for the way you were waiting there completely nude."

"But you were expectin’ a little more romance,” Zeb supplied with an understanding tone. “So, what else was in that overnight pack of yours? What was your plan for the evening?”

Kallus picked at his waffle, the smallest heat rising to his cheeks and ears. “A change of clothes, these sleep pants, some personal maintenance items,” Kallus listed, and faltered a bit on the next ones. “Also, uh -extra towels, lubricant, some b-binders, and a basic first aid kit.”

Zeb let out a surprised laugh. “Oh, that was your plan, huh?”

“Not -not necessarily!” Kallus sputtered. “Just as an option, if you wanted -if we were to drag things out a bit-”

"I can drag things out, if you want. You just gotta ask,” Zeb continued on, obviously living off of Kallus’ embarrassment. “I can bind you to the bunk and have you begging me to let you come after I've dragged my mouth and tongue over your body for as long as I wanted, teasin’ and tastin’ -for hours."

Kallus felt his throat go dry, even if he knew the hours part was a bit of an exaggeration. The hot promise of it, however; imagining himself with his hands bound above his head in Zeb’s bunk, at the mercy of an exploring tongue, was enough to twist his insides into a warm curl of want.

Kallus shifted in his seat, and gave a breathy, "Zeb…"

"Maybe I'll let you suck me off at the foot of my bunk a few times before I let you have yours. I've already come four times, just think of how much I can fill that pretty mouth of yours with until I'm satisfied."

"Mmm, but if we do so in the 'fresher, I can see myself covered in it first hand," Kallus said in a low, sultry tone, recovering from his stammering. It earned him a strangled noise from Zeb as he was taking another bite of food. Now that Kallus had learned a bit more of Zeb's kinks, he was sure to exploit it. Especially when Zeb was teasing him about his own.

When Kallus dared to turn his head over to see if he had made Zeb’s fur fluff in embarrassment, a large hand caught his jaw and he was pulled into a fierce kiss.

Zeb’s plush lips were soft and warm and tasted like the sweetness of the waffles and his unique tartness. They now teased each other with their dueling tongues and lips, their kisses firm but also long and savoring.

There was a dull pop and crackle from outside the ship and they pulled apart. Zeb’s eyes widened in excitement. “The fireworks have started,” he said, “wanna go watch ‘em?”

Kallus smiled and nodded, Zeb scooting out of the seat and offering him a hand to stand. Kallus took it gladly, a giddy emotion bubbling in his chest at his lover’s insistent tug.

Zeb led him to the upper turret and began the climb up, settling into the seat, moving the firing console as far away as he could, adjusting things as Kallus joined him in the domed space. Zeb patted his lap and Kallus raised a dubious eyebrow from the ladder.

“Bit of a tight fit, wouldn’t you say?” Kallus quipped, even though he was already perching about the gunner’s seat so he could sit smoothly over the lasat’s lap for the second time that night.

Zeb snorted, the air of it ruffling his hair. Zeb wrapped his big arms around him as he chuckled, a hand finding its way to one of Kallus’ buttcheeks and giving it a grope. “We always find a way, don’t we? With tight fits?”

“That we do,” Kallus replied with a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly.

He tucked himself into Zeb’s warm embrace and cast his gaze upwards. A shower of color and light flashed across the clear night sky, another burst of fireworks being fired into the air as they watched in the comfort of each other’s arms.

The horizon around them was dim with the last traces of sunset, other ships and the vegetation of the planet cutting a patchwork of black against the muted colors. The curved transparisteel of the turret was thick, but at the same time it was as if there was nothing between them and the glittering showers of light as burst after burst rained down from above.

It was almost as dark as night inside the turret, the only things casting light were the inactive consoles and the flashes from the fireworks outside. Zeb shifted them a little, probably to adjust the weight of his heavy body on his lap, and Kallus turned his gaze to watch as more fireworks sparkled across luminous green eyes.

“I love you, you know,” Kallus told him, catching his attention. “And not just when we fool around. I do love that! I love what you do to me, how you make me feel, I love how you feel -we’re quite good at the sex part, with expressing ourselves that way. I think tonight has been a thorough example of that, but… I know this past year has not always been as smooth as it should be. I'm trying, I'm still adjusting to all this, and I know sometimes I may not be very attentive in other aspects of our relationship, but I just want to say that I love you. I hope you know that, Zeb.”

Zeb blinked slowly, his brief surprised reaction melting into something more gentle and adoring. “You and your grand speeches," he said softly. "Of course I know that. We don’t have a perfect relationship, sure -but we make it work, don’t we? I love you, you love me. The rest can kriff off.”

Even though Kallus knew Zeb loved him back, hearing it said so easily, when he himself struggled with it, was a pleasant shock.

He stared into the eyes of his love and then leaned forward and kissed him. He did so slowly, with as much passion and love as he could pour into it, Zeb reciprocating with his own heated leisure.

Kallus moved in the seat and straddled Zeb in the cramped but surprisingly cozy seat of the turret. They kissed and nipped and gently breathed in each other’s soft moans as wandering hands moved over the familiar, well-traveled routes across skin and fur.

When Kallus’ hand palmed down Zeb's front, there was a damp spot at his crotch, his erection already out of its sheath and hard and leaking. Zeb let out a pleased hum and then grunted out a soft “here, lemme” as he worked his pants down to his thighs, exposing himself for Kallus to touch with no obstruction.

Kallus watched as his hand worked Zeb fully out of his sheath, hoping his own arousal would let him join in on the pleasure. He wasn't hard yet, but his body was quickly responding to the occasion the more he saw and felt.

Yet again, Kallus was amazed at Zeb’s virility as his fingers traced over the hardening nubs along his impressive length. Zeb was a deity of sex, a masterful lover and a cunning and loyal warrior. And again Kallus marveled that somehow he was his. His to touch and give pleasure to, his to receive pleasure from. Garazeb was his to love, and be loved in return. It was a heady rush of emotions and desire.

When Kallus looked back up to watch his lover's face, he was struck at the adoration and pure lust he saw reciprocated there. Bursts of color from the fireworks shone in his peripheral, the lights bathing them both in hues of yellow and red and purple, but he couldn't tear his eyes away to admire them. His eyes were locked with Zeb's alone.

Zeb reached up and brushed some of his messy hair from his face, the strands still slightly damp from their shower. Gentle claws scratched through his scalp and combed through his facial hair, tracing his jaw and nuzzling beneath his chin. Kallus didn't know what reaction he was searching for, but the scrutiny was so intimate that it made his breath catch. Kallus felt… beautiful. That was something he never thought was a plausible descriptor for a man such as himself, but here he was; beautiful under the gaze of Garazeb Orrelios.

"I love you," Kallus told him again, because suddenly it needed saying once more.

Zeb gave him the smallest smile before leaning up and pecking his lips in a feather-light kiss. "Love you too, Alexsandr," he replied before finally breaking eye contact so he could tuck his head into the crook of Kallus' neck.

The doting pressure from Zeb's mouth there, his lips and tongue and teeth, sent a tight ache right to his belly and further down to finally stir him into full hardness. But Kallus didn't touch himself yet, he instead kept stroking Zeb's cock, his touches slow and exploring, even if he knew every contour by memory. Zeb latched his mouth onto his shoulder in a love bite as they rocked and swayed to their touches and kisses, slowly building up their passion and arousal.

The only hint of impatience came from Zeb ripping a line along the middle seam on Kallus’ already threadbare pants so that they didn’t have to separate for even a moment. The pants were old and secondhand, so he refused to feel guilty about its sacrifice, especially now during this night.

Kallus couldn’t stop the wince when Zeb fingered at his asshole. It was still very sensitive from their earlier activities, but was loose enough from those very activities, that it was a tolerable ache.

“You alright?” Zeb asked softly, still gently fingering his rim and lightly dabbing slick around the entrance.

“I am,” Kallus replied with a nod and a reassuring smile.

"There's other things we can do," Zeb began and Kallus silenced him with a sultry kiss.

"I want you inside me. Please, my love?" It was earnest and plaintive, and Kallus watched as a mix of hunger and concern contorted Zeb's expressive features.

"Slowly, then," Zeb compromised. Kallus closed his eyes as Zeb began to work him open, the fireworks still splashing red under his lids as they popped and sparkled above.

It was slow, in fact it felt like forever, until Zeb was finally pushing himself into his wanting body. Kallus knew it couldn't have been too long, as the fireworks were still in full swing, but in the end it didn't matter. He was being stretched and filled so exquisitely, being purred and rumbled at with encouraging words and sighs. Sense of time melted away and there was only the moment; a moment perfect and unending as he once again made love to the love of his life.

With every rock of his hips, Kallus moaned into the fur on top of Zeb's head, big arms wrapped around his body to keep him anchored and close. His moans turned to breathy cries as Zeb reached down with one hand and cupped his ass, lifting him higher and letting him slide up and down on his cock with grander strokes. Zeb's other hand stayed locked around his torso, holding him to his chest tightly, claws digging into the battered shirt he still wore and bunching it into a fist as their movements sped up.

The fireworks burst into a finale, going off in an impressive string one after the other, overlapping and illuminating the night sky. Cheers below roared from their fellow rebel compatriots, the cacophony of sounds drowning out their lovemaking for a brilliant handful of moments.

When the final one went off and the smoke drifted in the air, reflecting the glow of the festivities still going on below in the airfield, Kallus and Zeb were still moving and grinding their way towards their own finish.

"A-Alex, I'm close," Zeb groaned into the skin of his neck, tender and surely marked from Zeb's attentions. For the first time, Kallus thought that showing off the evidence for everyone to see was a tantalizing and erotic notion.

Kallus pushed back slightly, adjusting so that he held onto the corded muscles of Zeb's shoulders, and used every ounce of strength left in him to bounce and squeeze around the stiff, wet cock scrubbing relentlessly through his aching hole. A low, perfectly positioned nub on Zeb's length brushed over and over again against that sweet spot inside him and the stars bursting through him rivaled the fireworks, even at the height of their brilliance.

"Fuck Alex -gonna come! Are you-?" Zeb asked frantically, cut off by his own ragged, whining grunts.

Kallus teetered on the edge of even knowing, getting lost in the sensations and the motions, wildly bucking on the best cock he's ever had and will ever want. He was caught between wanting to hurdle his way to climax and never wanting to stop what he was feeling right now.

"Yes, Zeb!" He finally whimpered, loud and shattering as his body trembled the last of its steps towards release.

Zeb gasped and hastily plunged a hand between them, fumbling under the hem of Kallus' pants to get ahold of his own neglected member. He was impossibly hard and already leaking precum, and the warmth and pressure as Zeb began to pump him rigorously in his tight fist made him shudder and a crashing wave of an approaching orgasm splashed hotly down his chest and spine.

He came with a final roll of his hips, eyes glazed and breath caught, mouth open on a silent, choked cry. Zeb made an appreciative growl, his hand milking Kallus' dick as his spurts of cum made a mess in his already ruined pants.

There was a hum of electricity buzzing every nerve in his body numb for a blissful moment before he felt a throb deep inside him. Zeb's engorged cock flared its spiny crown before it shot out a jet of cum with deep pulses of movement. Kallus savored the intimate feeling of being filled, Zeb's cock pumping its thick load into him with jerking spasms. Zeb gave a full body shiver when the last of it ebbed from him and the massive organ inside him began to soften and relax.

The afterglow was warm and humid, the musk of their sex cutting into the otherwise mechanical smell of the ship in the small space of the turret gun seat. Kallus tightened his thighs around Zeb and fell forward to give him sloppy, wet, appreciative kisses between heavy inhales and exhales of breath from them both.

He could feel Zeb's hands, clumsy with release but steady enough to cage his body close and keep him there. They sat entwined for a handful of minutes before either one found their voice.

"We are quite good at the sex part, aren't we?" Zeb said with a tired chuckle.

"Kriffing yes, we are," Kallus affirmed with a kiss to Zeb's forehead before resting his cheek against it, watching his ears wiggle happily in the darkness.

Kallus could feel Zeb's cock begin to retreat back to its sheath, sliding from his ass slowly, and with it a wave of slick and spend came dripping out.

"We are," Zeb mumbled with a smile in his voice. "We are also good at makin' a mess."

"I suppose we have to get up and deal with it eventually, if we want to get somewhere more comfortable, like your bunk." Kallus could already feel his muscles, especially in his bad leg, start to protest the vigorous evening workouts they had been put through.

"Hm, that sounds real nice, don't it? Ah yes, a naked Alexsandr Kallus in my bed, ripe for the taking for a midnight quickie and maybe a bit of a long and lazy, early mornin' fuck," Zeb waggled his eyebrows and his ears. Kallus snorted.

"Once we lay down, I do believe you will be dead asleep in carbonite until Chopper barges in with threats of hosing us both down with disinfectant. And maybe not even then."

Zeb scoffed. "I dunno which upsets me more: thinkin' of Chopper right now or the way you just insinuated that you kriffed me so good I will go into a coma the moment my head hits a cushion."

"Zeb, darling, you kriffed me so good I will be in hibernation for the next rotation. I am also loath to admit; I think I'm going to walk strangely for days, thank you for that."

"Fine, and yer welcome," Zeb said cheekily as they eased apart and pushed clothes back into place, using Kallus' shirt for the majority of the cleanup.

When Zeb joined him at the bottom of the ladder, he was pulled into a loose embrace and kissed softly.

"Happy Life Day, luv, this was a good plan," Zeb said against his lips when he pulled back. They started to walk hand in hand to Zeb's bunkroom.

"Yes it was. And happy anniversary," Kallus amended. "And many more, I hope."

"Yeah! Cheers to both, then."