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The box has no return label but the item inside is tucked in fancy tissue paper and tied beautifully with a silky pink ribbon. It’s downright lovely.
The gift is unlike any Benjamin Tennyson has ever received and as beautiful as it is, he can't help but marvel at how ridiculous the whole scenario is.
He almost expects confetti to burst up from the package along with a tiny flag proclaiming ‘Congratulations on your brand new dick.’
But there is nothing, well not entirely.
There's a note inside the box.
Under the paper there's a little card filled with scratchy handwriting and Ben's heart clenches as he reads it. It confirms who sent the toy and that his life is just as ridiculous as he first guessed.
The command within the writing is transparently clear and he's moving to comply before he really thinks about what he is being directed to do.
He gets halfway down the hall before he loops back to gather up the box and the paper from the floor of the mailroom.
A nearby Atasian gives him an odd look and he waves cheerfully before escaping back to the corridor that house is his quarters.
His bedroom is secured and the symbols for privacy are activated before he even looks back at his new gift.
It looks so sleek and shiny, the inky black phallus looking so nice in the rainbow paper. He looks over the card again and breathes deep before getting down to work.
He doesn't have to strip down, but the jacket is tossed away and his shirt is next, it misses the back of his chair to flop on the floor.
He ignores it just like the majority of the mess in his bedroom and sinks into the soft mattress. A quick tug and he's abandoning the rest of the wrapping and ribbon to be dealt with later.
The toy is bigger than his hands, the black silicone smooth and impressive even in the dark of his bedroom. The dick is vaguely human shaped, the base is designed to be affixed to a sturdy surface.
He glances at the note again and then drops it too. One handed he scoots backwards across the bed until he's comfortable. Once settled he secures the dick shaped object against his headboard and reaches for his phone.
Ben sets the cell on the headboard and scrolls through his contact list. He carefully presses the button for video call and a curl of anxiety rolls through him.
Why is he even doing this?
As the phone begins to ring, he drops down onto his belly for the next part of his task.
He's just in view of the camera when someone picks up.
Long fingers are settled on dark jeans and he can see the hint of polished nails resting on the other’s lap.
“Hey pretty boy.” Is purred across the line and he shivers sweetly.
Yep, that right there was why he was doing this.
There's a soft laugh and the screen tilts just a little.
"Look at you. Just as directed."
There is the faintest hint that he's being teased, but Ben's okay with that.
"Such a good boy for me. Why don't you go ahead and change into something a bit more comfortable?”
Ben considers for a moment, but there's really only one choice. There had been a tiny butterfly on the bottom of the card. It's more and a suggestion and he is quick to oblige. Twisting his hands over the dial he activates the Omnitrix.
The holograms flash by shapes changing as he searches for a particular form. Once there he lays his hand over the watch and slaps the face with a loud sound.
The transformation rolls through him and his vision improves immeasurably. The bed sinks a little but it holds up under the shift in weight. His wings flutter for balance before settling back against his body in a delightful cocoon.
"I like that you're such an obedient pet.” The voice continues before taking a more serious tone. “What's your safe word?”
He whispers it to the camera, a wisp of frost following his words. The colors of his patterns look oddly bright on the tiny screen, his eyes shift and he has to remind himself to focus.
"And if you can't speak?”
He scowled as he replied but lifted his hand to demonstrate. "Tap my fingers to my face twice in rapid succession.”
This protocol makes him feel over prepared, but these are the rules, if he wants to play he has to abide.
That had been such a conversation in itself, so much talking for and about sex. He can still complain even though he respects the agreement.
That sultry voice draws him back to the present, and he can see the camera has shifted to show a broad chest and the lower half of a chiseled face. He should probably shave, but he keeps the remark to himself.
The face on the other end is smirking at him
"Go ahead then, show me how much you like your gift."
In this new spectrum the previously color free dildo is almost glowing. He can now see painted lines and stars brightly standing out from the smooth surface. He flicks a finger against it positively beaming at the swirls and colors.
It's not as hard to these hands, but it is a little awkward in shape. He strokes along it and walks his fingertips over the length. It's gentle teasing without hurry and he watches calloused hands wrinkle the dark shirt in the video in reply as he moves.
He grips the dick little tighter and puffs a breath of frost to tease. Another stroke from root to tip and he flashes a smile at the camera.There's a snort and the voice is calling out over the video.
“Get that mouth open, I know you're aching for something between your lips.”
Big Chill flips off the screen but the statement is distressingly true. Cradling the shaft he opens his mouth and engulfs the phallus in one move. It's showy and flashy but it's exactly what both of them want.
He sucks the head and twists his long fingers over the toy. There's not much to the taste, but Ben didn't expect there to be.He bobs his head and drags his thumb down the shaft before drawing back and flashing a glimpse of his eternally long tongue.
“”Do that again, no hands this time.”
The voice is a little huskier when it addresses him again and he peeks back at the screen.
The view has shifted again and the rough pants are framing a gorgeous piece of flesh and his heartline is thrumming in a way that makes his wings flutter. His scales are bristling against his form and Ben bows forward to rub his cheek over the brightly painted dick.
The brilliant colors make an excellent road map and he made a soft trilling sound as he licked the patterns. There was something wildly fun about trailing the curls and lines with his long long tongue.
He mouthed it messily, stretching wide his lips to get it all inside. Raising up a little to take it deeper he fluttered his wings for balance and swallowed hard.
"Look at you, what a champ you are, Hero.”
On the other end of the call he could hear the firm hands sliding restlessly over hard flesh.
Snorting in reply he drew back, slicking the silicone with alien saliva.
He blew a kiss and his eyes stretched into happy crescents at the praise.
"Take it again." The voice commanded rough and needy. "All the way.”
Eagerly Ben rose up, tongue unfurling to its limit. He had to move, the position was beginning to put too much pressure on his thorax. He raised a hand to steady the camera and got another eyeful of human anatomy. Someone was definitely enjoying the show.
Kneeling over the pillows he began to swallow the toy, bent over in the camera view. His watcher laughed brightly and called out just as he was over halfway, his mouth pressed to the slick dick.
"As pretty as you are sweetheart, I wanna see you take it all. Show me.”
His throat clenched and Ben froze over the dildo. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he wondered just how he was supposed to follow this new command.
It struck him like lightning and he flushed a weird sort of purple. Pressing his mouth to the base he twitched and focused, taking the intense concentration to shift the innumerable scales of his form.
And just like that the alien body vanished from the camera screen, well mostly.
There's an almost imperceptible shimmer where Ben is still kneeling.
The pretty toy is still there on the screen, nestled down his throat no longer hidden by his body.
"Keep going, I want to hear you.”
It's the noisiest he's ever been. Loud swallows and enthusiastic moans, he almost reaches for his own member, but remembers to keep his hand to himself. He digs his claws into the chitinous plates between his limbs and he pushes further down on his present
It's still the strangest thing he's ever received, but he can't help but purr in satisfaction when his lips touch the wide base of the toy. He's making good in the order, moaning and sucking as loud as he can.
This close to the phone he can hear the fevered grunts as a big hand works over hot skin. Drawing back Ben gives the camera a throaty sound and rocks his body to hear the mattress creak underneath him.
There's a stuttered sound across the call and holy fuck that's so hot he needs to touch himself. He’s whining now, his wings flaring as he bobs and swallows. The anatomy under his hand aches and he's so close to begging for relief. Wet eyes flick back up to the screen and just catch the hint of gaze looking back.
His body is trembling under the effort now, he can only keep this defensive mechanism active for so long. He whimpers and thumbs the swollen plates.
There's a heavy groan and the man finally takes pity on him and his exertions.
“Fuck me pretty boy, you sound so desperate. Lemme see you.”
He relaxes and all the scales settle back into place. He looks wrecked and needy and fuck he wants more.The toy feels sturdier in his mouth and there's saliva dribbling down the shaft and his chest.
“God you do look desperate, what a lovely flush. Is it like that all over your body? Show me baby. I want to get a good look.”
His mind screams finally and Ben flops backward and spreads the plates open with a hand. He can feel the genitalia unfolding against his belly smearing fluid everywhere.
He spares a glance and confirms yes, that purple flush is all over. He's still shaking with need and his tongue is rebelling against his empty mouth. Palming the long phallus against his thorax he folds his antennae over his face, hooding the desperation.
“You’ve done so well baby. Go ahead and use your toy, you got it nice and wet after all.
Staring at the dick Ben considered all the things he could be doing, all the ways to fuck himself. Instead he yanks it from the headboard and slots it against his pelvic plates rocking fiercely. His penis curls around the silicone and that's so good he swears softly under his moans.
All the while a firm voice is growling in his ear.
“Just like that Pretty boy. You're so hot like this, let me hear you cum.”
Dick against Dick is so much better when you have your own cheering section. Ben growls and grips the headboard, his wings are flapping so much he half expects to lift off the bed. He’s close, the pressure building in a way that's familiar and all the while horrifically alien. He’s masturbated as an alien before, but nothing like this.
Not with an audience.
Nothing that was so hot he felt like he was burning alive and exploding.
Oh.
That's because he is.
Taken off guard by the orgasm he moans and slams his hand against the wall, his body shaking apart. His wings have gone stiff and his knees are protesting but all Ben can do is tumble back into the sheets and lay still.
When he comes back to himself he’s back to being human and there's a voice from the vicinity of his ass. Everything aches and he rolls over digging under his jeans.
The video call is still going and Kevin looks vaguely concerned from the other end.
“Look who's back from lala land.”
Ben grimaces and lets his head flop back on the comforter.
“Some aftercare.” he teases slowly, stretching out his much abused limbs.
“I was trying to figure out if I should send your partner after you and how best to explain that you almost died from an orgasm.”
Snorting Ben peered down at the black toy settled between his knees.
“The dick was too bomb and I went out like a hero.”
They lapsed into an amused silence before Ben found his voice again. “I got to say though, it was still one of the nicest gifts that I have ever received.”
“High praise, and you haven't even put it inside you yet.” Kevin sounded soft over the line, his eyes dark as he watched Ben.
The teen hero laughed again and winked.
“We can try that out the next time you visit, but for now I better shower before I fall asleep.”
“Good boy, you keep up with the self-care and you might get another present.”
Sliding from the bed in a glittery flurry of shed scales Ben smiled.
“I’ll text you later.” he promised, pressing a kiss to the screen. “And before I forget Kev. Thank you. ”
Levin offered a salute in reply and then hung up before either of them could get emotional.
Ben tossed his phone to the side and stepped over the rainbow paper and ribbon.