Cheers to Lifeday Sequel -part 1-

I have been working on this for a while. A pwp, a smutfest, a super rated E sequel to Cheers to Lifeday. This is part 1 to a two part fic. Still working on part 2 but thought you guys would like a peek. This is unedited and unbeta’d. This is straight up pure smut. It’s… dirty. You’ve been warned. 

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Zeb shifted in his seat, the smooth wood of his favorite chair touching his bare, furred skin with elicit contact. Excitement bubbled hot beneath his skin, his belly twisting with eagerness and also a small bit of embarrassment.

Sitting naked in the common room, waiting for his unsuspecting lover to show up was… new, to say the least.

Hera had given Zeb the Ghost for the entire night, with only the teasing warning not to break anything and definitely to clean up after themselves. Zeb's fur had ruffled up at the implication of that. The thrill of just the thought that he could fulfill some sexy fantasies of kriffing all over the ship also made the fur down his spine shiver in anticipation. But he also felt conscious of the fact that the entire crew knew what he had planned for a Life Day celebration, which also happened to be an anniversary.

There were footsteps making their way through the ship and Zeb immediately sat up, the fur ruffling further at the back of his neck and down his back with a tingle of sensation as the dark hairs raised.

"Zeb?" Called the familiar voice of his lover.

"In -in here!" Zeb answered, feeling the excited knot in his throat, tripping his words.

Soon Alexsandr Kallus himself rounded the corner, and belatedly Zeb wished he had a holo recorder set up so he could have captured the stunned look on his lover's face. Kallus' eyes went wide, his mouth gaped open like a fish, and he dropped the backpack that had been hanging off one shoulder.

Zeb licked his lips and leaned back in his chair and made a show of lifting both arms up to tuck behind his head in a relaxed, confident pose. He let his legs fall open. "Hiya, babe."

Kallus blinked and looked like he tried to form a sentence, but nothing came out, nothing but an eventual, small: "Hello."

"We've, uh, got the whole ship to ourselves tonight," Zeb said with a confident sigh and smack of his lips. "Surprise!"

Kallus blinked again and this time tugged his bottom lip into a bite, and as he let it slide beneath his pearly white teeth, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have recovered from his initial shock and a sultry, confident leer took over. He shifted his weight and rolled his shoulders, shrugging off his jacket and pulling off his gloves and tossing them to the bench seat without looking to be sure they landed, his gaze locked firmly with Zeb's.

Then there was the clipped tap of boots on the floor as Kallus slowly stalked towards him, taking his damn time and making a show of raking his eyes over his naked body on display, appreciating him as if he were a full course delicacy just for him.

With an ease that shouldn't be easy at all for a man of Kallus' stature, the human settled in across Zeb's lap, resting heavy and warm and familiar against him. Zeb dropped his arms, his hands coming around to cup Kallus to him closer. The human looped an arm over Zeb's shoulder, leaning in close enough that Zeb could smell the caf on his lips and the Glimmer's musk in his clothes.

"The whole ship to ourselves? Surprise, indeed," Kallus said and gave a low chuckle, his attention continuing to be occupied by Zeb's nakedness. He began to rub a hand over Zeb's chest and his long legs shifted and squirmed a fraction on his own.

"So, whatcha wanna do?" Zeb played innocent, even if Kallus' hands on his body were stirring everything in him to full attention, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his cock. "Play some djarik? We could even watch a holo-"

"No," Kallus cut him off with a finger poking at his chest, his tone scolding but playful.

"Strip sabacc?"

"You are already quite nude, my dear."

"So I have an advantage," Zeb teased, ears giving a wiggle. Kallus tickled his fingers over the soft fur at the base of one, seemingly drawn to the movement.

"We had a plan, did we not?"

"Oh right, we did. What was it, again? Refresh my memory."

"Straight to the fucking, if I recall," Kallus said with a hungry hum.

"Yeah," Zeb drew out the word.

"So," Kallus growled without further prelude, fingers gripping his fur tight, "I want you to fuck me, Garazeb Orrelios. Hard. Now."

Zeb curled forward and he wrapped his arms tight around Kallus' body, holding him close, and began to nuzzle into his neck. He breathed in the salty tang of human sweat and arousal, and gave an affirmative hum of acquiescence. "Yeah, I want that. Want you. Wanna fuck you so good."

Kallus sighed a yes into his ear and squeezed into his embrace more. Zeb began to give light nibbles and pecks along the column of his neck, reveling in the feel of his thundering heartbeat against his lips and tongue.

"So, my dear," Kallus purred, now tracing a wandering trail with his finger around one of his nipples, "where would you like to fuck me... first?"

Zeb pulled back to look down and watch as Kallus gave the raised nub a soft pinch before soothing the area with his thumb alone. He looked up and waited until those blazing golden eyes met his own hungry gaze before reaching out to pull Kallus in by the back of his neck for a passionate kiss.

He had one hand up Kallus' shirt, exploring his back, the other blatantly cupping and kneading at his covered, growing erection before the human pulled away, panting. "Y-you didn't answer my question, Zeb."

"Hm, haven't decided yet," he answered, licking his lips and shifting the bulky mass of muscle on his lap slightly. His sheath was already slick with want, the head of his cock making itself known, the sensitive organ pressing into the rough fabric of Kallus' pants.

Kallus also took note and his eyes flicked down to his groin with interest. A devious, wicked smile graced his features as he extricated himself from his arms and lap and slid between his legs to kneel on the floor.

The human dug his hands into the muscle of his thighs and pushed them wider apart so he could fit his shoulders between them.

"Why don't I occupy myself -while you take your sweet time and decide where you want to bend me over first." And with that, Kallus' smart mouth was busy licking and sucking the tip of his cock as it continued to emerge. He gave Zeb's sheath fleeting, almost delicate flicks of his tongue and then broader strokes over his length. Every nub, leaking fluid already with arousal, was given a lavishing kiss.

"Karabast, Kal! That -that mouth'a yers…" Zeb trailed off, his words fizzling as that very mouth smirked and then took as much of his length inside with little to no preamble. Kallus hummed an affirmation, the vibration making the nubs on his cock downright quiver. His natural lubrication released another wave of slick fluid, dripping from the side of Kallus' mouth, messy and hot.

Kallus' hands soothed over the fur on his inner legs before he braced himself better over his crotch to then deep-throat him. If Zeb thought his words fizzled before, now his entire brain was fried as he watched silken blonde locks fall into the flushed face of his lover as he bobbed his head over and over again with filthy fervor on his now fully emerged and achingly hard cock.

Zeb didn't dare hold Kallus' head or run claws through that hair how he liked, afraid he would interrupt the delicious momentum of his lover's mastery of giving him the best blow of his life. Zeb gripped the arms of his chair instead and held on and gave in to the amazing feelings and watched.

His cock was extended all the way from its sheath as far as it could go, but it felt like it was straining to expand further. It all felt so good: the nubs and ridges scrubbing through swollen and eager lips, against a slick tongue and down a gulping throat where the heat and squeeze and sight of it was almost too much. Kallus also seemed like he was lost to the act, breathing through his nose sharply and giving small groans of exertion and pleasure as he sped up, eyes briefly catching his own before rolling upwards, moisture glistening on his lashes as they fluttered shut.

As tempting as it was to finish just like this, fucking Kallus' face to orgasm, he had other fantasies to fulfill. Kallus had said he wanted to be bent over something and by the Ashla he also wanted that. Right now.

This time Zeb did reach down and hold the head of his lover to slow his movements until Kallus' lust-clouded eyes opened and looked up at him with question. Zeb's dick slid from that perfect mouth with a wet sound and a gasp as Kallus panted to catch his breath, a mess dribbling down the front of his chin.

Zeb's legs were wobbly when he stood from the chair, yanking Kallus up with him to capture those lips with his own again in a sloppy kiss, tasting and licking his own slick from his mouth.

His big hands grappled the human's belt and he practically ripped his pants open to shove them and his underwear just past his hips before he was spinning him around and shoving him forward onto the projector table.

Kallus gave a grunt from the rough handling, but also groaned wantonly and stayed down with his chest and cheek on the surface of the table as Zeb immediately took position behind him.

His hands on Kallus' hips, Zeb spread his ass cheeks apart to reveal his puckered hole.

"Gonna kriff ya so hard, so hard," Zeb mumbled as he gathered slick from his own groin and slathered it over Kallus' twitching ring of muscle.

"Please," Kallus begged under his breath, hands gripping the curved edges of the small table, and then louder, "Zeb, yes!"

"That's it, no one here but us, I wanna hear it," Zeb said, his ears twitching hungrily at the filthy moans and keening whines of the human who usually kept himself quiet when they made love. Whether this was because full privacy was nearly impossible in a bustling Rebellion and Kallus was self-conscious or some latent Imperial tendency, Zeb wasn't sure. Zeb was just glad Kallus was testing out being more vocal; was glad that he finally felt he was allowed to be.

All of Zeb's fingers were big, and usually Kallus was more than willing to stretch himself open to take Zeb's sizable cock, but tonight he wanted that pleasure. Using his smaller finger, the one on the end, he poked and probed at Kallus' asshole.

Kallus moved his hips slightly, relaxing himself so that Zeb's finger could sink further in. He gave the area time to adjust before he went deeper. When he was halfway inside and he was sure Kallus was comfortable enough with the penetration, he began to stroke in and out, gentle and steady.

"Ha- had I known we would be kriffing like this as soon as I stepped onto the Ghost, I would have taken the time to prepare myself," Kallus said, his voice wavering with effort.

"It was supposed to be a surprise.  Spontaneous," Zeb replied and ran his free hand up Kallus' back once more, the shirt fabric stretching against his knuckles. He was suddenly imagining his lover frantically finger fucking his own ass in the refresher or a supply closet before seeing him. That image was almost as good as the real thing squirming and moaning in front of him, but the hot clench around his finger moving in and out of Kallus was far better than what his imagination could ever supply.

"It was, it is," Kallus groaned. "I'm afraid I'm just impatient. I've never wanted you to kriff me more than I do at this very moment."

"Same, love," Zeb said with desperation and desire. "But I need you good and loose, cuz when I finally get to kriff you, it's gonna be hard, it's gonna be fast, yer gonna see stars."

"Oh fuck," Kallus breathed and his hips thrust back on Zeb's hand. Zeb's finger slid in all the way and he rotated his wrist to get into a good rhythm. After a moment, Kallus begged, "I'm ready, please Zeb."

Zeb removed his finger and gripped his neglected and pulsing cock in his hand, giving it a few readying strokes. He angled it at Kallus' entrance. "Best hold on tight," Zeb warned and watched Kallus grip the edge of the round table harder, his arm muscles flexing.

The first slide inside had them both moaning and Zeb waited until he was certain Kallus was ready before he pulled out and eased back in, sinking to the hilt, before doing it again. Then again. Over and over, each punishing thrust jolting Kallus forward, a broken gasp of pleasure slipping from his lips, rising higher and getting louder with each consecutive snap of Zeb's hips.

The undulating roll soon turned faster paced, the tops of Zeb's thighs hitting the back of Kallus' legs and slamming his cock deep inside with a jolt of power that bordered on brutal. If his lover hadn't been shouting his pleasure and praise so loudly, he would have thought it too much.

"Zeb! Oh fuck me, harder, darling, harder! Wreck me!" Kallus exclaimed, his voice strained and almost shrill as he repeated over and over: "Fill me!"

He had never heard Kallus so vocal and loud and it turned him on all the more.

"Karabast, Kal, kara-karabast!" Zeb went near mindless and his fingers dug into the meat of Kallus' waist, his thumbs nearly touching as he squeezed and pulled and slammed his hips against him.

"Every last drop, Zeb, fill me! Every. Last. Drop! Fu-ck me!" Kallus sobbed out a loud cry of pleasure, his voice cracking.

Zeb saw white as he felt all his nubs swell and harden along his length, the rub on them as he hammered in and out aching in the best kind of way. The spiny crown around the head of his cock flared out and caught deep inside and Zeb shuddered and froze.

His eyes closed as his orgasm shook through his body soon after, his load bursting hot and sweet into his lover. He barely had the mind to brace himself before he collapsed fully on top of Kallus, who was gasping for air and breathing harshly beneath him. His ravaged hole twitched around Zeb's cock where it was still buried deep and pulsing his ejaculate inside.

Had Kallus come too? He wondered this as he nuzzled affectionately into the space between Kallus' shoulder blades, the soft fabric of his shirt pleasantly tickling his nose and lips.

"Zeb," Kallus croaked, his cheek flat against the table.

"Filled ya good, hmm," Zeb hummed in satisfaction, pressing upwards to lick at the shell of the human's ear. "Did'ya come yet, love?"

"N-no," he replied, his voice shaky. Oftentimes they were able to finish together, but he found Kallus needed a fair bit of foreplay that he hadn't really given him this time 'round.

"We'll fix that. How do you want it to happen?" Zeb kissed his cheek and then leaned back, holding the human's hips steady as he began to withdraw. His dick may have softened, his spines sunk back into place, but he was still big compared to a human, and as he eased out, so did a gush of his spend. It gathered mostly in the clothing still pushed down around Kallus' thighs.

"I want to feel you under me, like the first time," Kallus said over his shoulder as he got to his elbows on the small table, grimacing as more liquid slid down his shaking legs.

Zeb couldn't help but smile fondly at the memory one year ago now: Kallus between his thighs, rubbing their cocks together and grinding with all his might. Yeah, that did sound pretty good, actually. "Let's get you outta these clothes first."

"Yes," Kallus hissed as he tugged his shirt over his head and stiffly turned so they were facing one another. The human's erection bobbed very prominently between them, proud and wanting and tinted a rosy hue.

"I like it when we mess 'round with half our clothes off," Zeb confessed as he crouched to undo the straps on Kallus' boots and helped him out of them first. He gave a teasing smirk up at him as Kallus' dick tickled and rubbed against his facial hair while he was down there.

"I do too, but right now I just want you, and nothing between us." Kallus stepped out of his ruined pants and under things and began to run his hands all over Zeb's chest and arms.

Zeb cupped his flushed face in his big hands and pulled him in for a kiss. After a moment of kissing him breathless, Zeb pulled back and began to lead him backwards towards their bunk.

Kallus made a protest against his lips, seeming to sense his intention. "No. We kriff there regularly. We have the entire ship tonight, do we not?"

Zeb grinned like a tooka with its paw in the treat jar. "We do."

“Then why don’t we,” Kallus glanced around the space, the ship quiet and ambient for the moment, “take this to the cock-pit.”

Zeb almost guffawed at that little tease, but suppressed himself to a huff of amused air, flashing a bit of fang as he reached down to take hold of the human’s stiff member poking at him. Kallus gave a hiss of surprised air, no doubt his erection sensitive but begging for contact and stimulation. “C’mon then, Cap’n Cockpit.”

Zeb led Kallus forward through the hallway, holding onto that rock hard dick of his the entire way, tugging gently when he didn’t step fast enough. Kallus didn’t seem to mind being pulled and led in such a lewd way, his eyes smoldering with want when Zeb peeked over his shoulder at him every other step.

When they reached the threshold, the door whooshed open and Zeb found himself pushed against the closest bulkhead with a tongue down his throat. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the faint glow of the base through the transparisteel viewports of the ship, the landing pads still full of partying rebels milling about far below. If anyone close had a higher vantage point, or right under the turret at the nose of the ship, they might get quite the eyeful of the two of them. That itself was… kind of arousing. Really arousing.

For a moment Zeb considered pushing Kallus into a chair so he could ride him, but he had asked for him to be under him, like the first time. So Zeb wrapped his arms around Kallus and tumbled them further into the room, bumping into chairs on the descent to the floor. The cool durasteel sent a shiver up his spine, and he let out a gasp and hitched both his grasping feet up on opposite chairs to spread his legs wide for the human -who was now kneeling over him.

The naked weight of Kallus settled nicely between his legs and over his chest and belly as they continued to kiss and touch. Kallus' warm and heavy erection nudged the side of his slit and his still emerged cock very nicely.

“How’s this, Cap’n?” Zeb purred against his lips, still tasting of sex.

"Yes, kriff yes, Zeb," Kallus moaned, "you feel so good, you always feel good."

As if to articulate this, he began to kiss down his neck and chest, then back up, his hips rocking forward against his. Zeb could feel his own softened length twitch with interest. His turn around time was always faster than a human's and tonight he was very much glad of that.

"You can put it in, if'n you want, I'm already good fer it." No sooner had Zeb said that, Kallus was reaching down to take himself in hand and spread the mix of come and slick still at his entrance around Zeb’s own. Seems like he did want.

Unlike the surprised Kallus, he had time to prepare himself a little before the other man got there, just in case things turned in this direction. He was happy it was too, he loved to feel his lover inside him, the perfect size to hit a spot inside that sent a burning tingle all through his cock and balls and deep in his belly.

There was the feel of long fingers making sure he was indeed loose enough, and then the head of Kallus' dick pushed inside with little resistance. Zeb craned his neck to watch those narrow, but powerful, hips thrust forward and he was filled almost completely, he could feel it. Zeb arched his back, both his hands grabbing that perfect backside he had pounded against earlier, and urged him deeper.

Kallus was swearing low under his breath amidst praise and groans of yes, his palms slamming into the grating on either side of his head to aid and anchor his movements as he rocked forward and back, shallowly but strongly fucking Zeb into the floor.

"Alexsandr, you feel s'good, oh karabast!" He threw his head back and it gave a thud against the hard floor. He sounded a bit over dramatic to his own ears, but it wasn't a lie. He felt amazing, being filled with the smooth but girthy size of his lover; felt alive and full and loved. A deep purr began to rattle in his chest, loud even over the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh.

Kallus, his Kal, his Alexsandr, grunted his pleasure and swore: "Kriff, I love it when you fuck me, but I love to feel you around me, too. I love to be deep inside and driving you wild."

"Oh, karabast, I love it too! Fuck me deep, love!" Zeb practically roared and he smashed and bobbed their hips together, their thrusts becoming tighter and faster against each other.

Zeb prodded one hand further inward and dipped between Kallus' asscheeks to finger at his hole. There was still slick and come there from their earlier coupling, and he poked his pointer finger just at the entrance.

Kallus bucked and gasped, obviously surprised at the intrusion but amiable to the addition, as he slowed enough to allow Zeb to sink his entire digit in. He was still loose from earlier, but Zeb swirled at the rim before rubbing deeper. Kallus keened at the added stimulation.

When Kallus would slide all the way into him, he would mimic the penetration with his finger, the clench tight and wet. Their eyes met, and Zeb watched those amber eyes gloss with moisture and lust even more than they already were. Zeb was fully hard again now, his dick smashed between their bodies and pulsing with need.

He worked them back into a faster rhythm and it was Kallus' turn to throw his head back in ecstacy. Zeb took his feet from the seat cushions they were propped up on and curled them around the human's legs, spreading them wider and holding him impossibly closer. He frantically finger-fucked his entrance harder and deeper, shoving it in as far as it would go just as Kallus found that sweet spot and ground that bulbous, swollen, cockhead into it.

Kallus didn’t announce he was coming, as he usually did (a weak whimper into his ear or a feverish groan into his mouth) but instead gave a wordless, guttural shout into the fur of his shoulder and Zeb felt that wonderfully human cock inside him twitch and spill his essence with quivering, intimate spasms, tapping and gushing just at that wonderful spot inside. Zeb held as rigid and still as he could to savor the feeling of it, a shiver of pleasure like an electric current shooting straight to his core and up his spine. His cock throbbed between them.

Zeb withdrew his finger with care and wrapped his arms around his lover, who had collapsed into a shaking and spent heap over him. Kallus’ forehead ended up pressed firmly into his jaw, his heavy breaths rustling his beard. With every exhalation of breath, Kallus would give a grunt of noise, a mewl of exhausted sound that Zeb found utterly endearing.

He was still hard and aching between them minutes later when Kallus finally stirred enough to pull out and roll to Zeb's side, draping half his body over his still.

"We can't seem to get the timing right tonight," Kallus said to him as he noticed the prominent hardness besides his crooked knee.

Zeb chuckled, "M'not complaining though."

"Hmm, since you were so good to me, now it's your turn. How do you want to finish this time, darling? Inside me again or fucking yourself down my throat?"

"Karabast, keep talkin' like that and-" Zeb cut himself off and reached down to take himself in hand. "Kriff it, keep talkin'."

Kallus, languid and satisfied, but still a firm weight on his side, gave him a sultry laugh and ran fingers through his chest hair. And talk he did. "I have to say I love it when you come inside me. You fill me like no other, with your cock, with your come…"

"Same, babe, I love havin' ya in me," Zeb said, his voice wavering as he pumped his fist over his aching length.

"I'm glad it pleased you. It did for me too. I came so hard for you, dear. And you're glorious like this, Garazeb, I like watching you touch yourself."

Zeb let out an unbidden moan.

"Go on, you can go faster," Kallus hummed in his ear and nipped at the base of it.

Zeb obeyed, helpless to that deep voice that made the hairs on the back of his neck fluff. Chasing a second orgasm so soon after his first was always a more frantic affair. He could feel it building and building, but the crest of the wave seemed a never ending roll of hot liquid; just at the edge of boiling.

"Squeeze the tip, that's it, slower -slower now- darling," Kallus growled. Zeb wanted to shout. Slower!?

"Thought y'said could go faster," Zeb whimpered instead, weakly. But Zeb did as he was told and he felt long, human fingers working down to his balls, fondling them and soothing over the contours of his sex. Zeb was a mess of slick and come and saturated fur there but Kallus didn't seem to care, in fact he seemed emboldened by it.

"Squeeze the tip," Kallus repeated, "do it."

"Oh, karabast," Zeb whined, but obeyed, rolling his wrist to circle and squeeze like he was told to.

"You're doing so good, Zeb, your cock is exquisite. You're exquisite like this. I want to see it all. I want to see your come spill over those fingers of yours. I love watching it, I love feeling it. I love how it drips from me after you fill me, filthy and making such a kriffing mess of me. When you burst in my mouth and I nearly choke on it. It’s always so much, I love that too. Will you do that now, darling?" Kallus sounded just as desperate as he felt. "Make a mess when you come -come all over my face, love. Do it, come all over me. Please come…"

"Kara-fuck!" Zeb had never heard such filthy things from Kallus before, and it was driving him over the edge faster than he thought possible.

Kallus curled downwards, his hand at the base of his cock to hold him steady and aim, and the very thought of doing what he asked made the orgasm inside Zeb burst. He gave one last, mighty tug and ejaculated hard -and right into a waiting mouth.

Mostly, anyway.

When Zeb was finished wringing the last drops of spend from his cock, and left it to rest heavy and flush on his belly, Kallus turned back to give him a cheeky smirk as he licked and swallowed at the spatters of fluid painted all across his blushing face and swollen lips. There was even a wet streak across the fringe of golden hair at his temple.

"Karabast, yes… you look good a mess," Zeb praised tiredly, petting his hands up and down and anywhere he could touch his lover.

Kallus hummed and continued to put on a show of enjoying said mess. “You as well, my dear. But perhaps we should clean ourselves up with a shower?”

While he liked Kallus debauched, covered with his come and flushed red with exertion and shiny with sweat, Zeb never thought anything sounded better.