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Everything within the ship was calm, Green had been left alone in navigation. Nobody was around, the captain had busied themselves in other places and frankly— Green couldn't stop thinking of them, staring at the captain's chair longingly, yearning for the other.
The alarm had long went off, maybe an hour or two ago? Green couldn't remember, they just knew that they were sleepless.
The low hums risen from underneath them, they didn't know if they could sleep. This new body was definitely something to get use to, they picked themselves up off the floor. Wondering around the navigation room, studying the room. Eventually, it set in. The feeling. The thought of Red filled their mind, beginning to feel hot.
Swearing they were alone. Green reached for their harness, blindly messing with it till a soft clip was made. Both the harness and their bag fell towards the floor, letting a thud make its occurence known.
Now that those were off, their hands reached for the hem of the baggy hoodie they wore— beginning to remove it. Looking at the hat that rested on the back of the seat— hooked onto it lazily, Green could practically feel Red's presence. Making the removal of the hoodie swift before picking up the hat, caressing it gently.
Wondering how it'd feel being manhandled by a captain of all people, their body shivered. Tentacles stretching out from their body, sinking towards the floor. The cold room now filled with heat created by their own body temperature, Green's mind surfed. The tentacles wrapped slowly around their body, an extra one poked out to make its way to the their pants. Sniffing through the fabric as it reached down into their pants, beginning to rub against their dick.
Their crave for Red was bad, letting a feeble moan out. How funny, an alien killer wanting a captain so desperately. A positive response was let out, feeling compelled to lick the hat— until they heard the sound of White's voice, though being too distracted by their own desires, they didn't realize just how close the other was.
"Green?.." They muttered, staring at them from the doorway. The intern barely moved, turning their head around to face the other as a flashlight pooled flush against their body. Attempting to drown every inch it could in light.
Tentacles squirming around in the light as they could only stare, feeling aroused and embarrassed about being caught. "Are you.. alright? I heard a noise, it came from here— so I just wanted to come check on you." White stated, pushing further into the room. Seemingly not picking up the cues from Green's position, but they didn't get an answer— so they pushed.
White took note of the items on the floor, coming closer as they set the flashlight up on the control panel. Flooding the entire room in light, Green only watched— not speaking up on any action made.
Stepping towards the items on the floor, White felt flushed. The hoodie, the bag and harness, the way Green held the captain's hat— it all felt so— so…
"Green.. were you— were you about to.."
White was just about to spit it out, but it seems Green had beat them to it; tentacles removing themselves from their own body, except one, wrapping around White's body slowly as they turned to look at them. "If you'd like to see it that way, then sure.." Green led on despite it being true, they liked the attention oddly enough.
"Okay.. but to the captain of all crewmates?" White tilted their head, looking down at Green as well. Green blinked, taken aback slightly as they pondered a sentence to keep White from abandoning them— smile fading as it was replaced with curiosity that quickly dissipated, turning back into its devious ways.
"Who needs a captain when I have you, White~?" Their voice became strangely flirtatious, leaning close. "Plus, you can be the captain of my ship tonight."
Green smiled as they watched the blush rise onto White's face— and White, feeling very flustered, would've downed an entire bottle of wine before a moment like this ever happened. Staring at Green, one of their many fantasies coming true. They averted their gaze, nervously hesitating to lay hands on Green. Fuck, they wanted that worm farmer so bad.
Noting this, the intern perked closer. Going as far to fully wrap a tentacle around White's waist; squeezing to get their attention— before their tentacles were just resting around their legs. Usually White's the needy attention seeker, but not this time.
White's breath hitched, looking at Green and then their waist. Noticing a tentacle squeezing around them— they didn't question it, they more so questioned the fact of being into it.
Green then put the hat onto White, wrapping arms around their neck. "Sooo.. what do you say, captain~?" Voice low and sultry, and White could only slip into it. "I expected you to want to be called captain, considering your dream and all.." They commented along with a laugh that only made Green want White more.
"Not when I have you." The Intern stated, giving the other a kiss as it began to deepened.
One bite lip later and White's tongue was already in Green's mouth, fighting for dominance— but it seems Green was willing to submit, curses spilling from their mouth. Something no one's heard until now.
As White's tongue explored Green's mouth, tentacles began picking their ways through the crewmates legs. Latching onto very few body parts before exploring underneath their clothing. The kiss then broke apart, ending with White's desperate pull for air.
But, dragged into another shortly after, and then another, and another; beginning to make out with one another, White couldn't help but pick Green up. Pushing them towards the control panel, setting their body onto it. Parting their lips, becoming sweating and even more desperate for one another. Green whined, watching as White trailed kisses down to their neck.
White could only coo them gently as they went on, licking their neck. Brushing some hair out of the way, White's hands roamed; massaging a thigh belonging to the other as their other hand nestled into toying with their hair. "Shh.. shh. It's okay, Green.. you're okay, sweetheart." They mumbled between neck kisses, hearing the gentle whines from their lover for tonight. "I'm taking good care of you, okay? I wouldn't do anything past your boundaries." Reassuring the other that they were in safe hands.
"Mm.. White, more." Green uttered. Cupping White's face to look at them. "More. I know you can do better than that. Bite me."
Ending their sentence off harshly, enticing White in. The red glint in their eye said it all, tentacles wrapping more around White's body— keeping them captivated.
To White, this was the most attractive moment of their life. Fuck.
"God, you're irresistible.." They uttered before going to bite into their neck, teeth grazing against the warm skin on their neck.
Biting down lightly, being rewarded a moan from Green. Legs twitching underneath White, the ship's humming becoming mere silence in the distance to them both. "That was.. beautiful."
White uttered, continuing the bites. The music being made from Green was pleasant, the most wondrous thing White has ever heard. They could feel Green tugging against their shirt, signaling for its removal. But, White refused. "Not so fast, Green." They uttered, removing themselves from Green. "You have to earn it." They stated, hearing a pathetic whine from their lover. Hand clasping theirs as they noticed a tentacle underneath Green's pants, a gleeful hum slipped by them. "What's this.." They started to mutter, a curious hand slipping up Green's thigh— hearing their giggle and soft pants over it, White smiled. "How long have you been doing this, Greenie?"
Smiling a nickname as they lifted their head, levelled with Green's, pushing closer to their face. They could see a slimy tentacle push from out their mouth, leaning in for a desperate kiss.
Speaking between them, they requested an answer. "Go on, tell me.." They panted, sharing the heat between them both. Green was feeling unbearably hot, becoming a mess of sputters already— fuck.
"M-mhm.. White.." They started, tipping their body closer. Latching onto the other, hands gripping them. The kiss broke, the intern pressed closer. Desperate and aching for more. "F-fuck.. Please, White…"
"Don't leave me.. I need this— I need you."
White could feel the heat branching off of Green, the way the tentacles tighten themselves around their body— tighter than before. They could only bite their lip, forcing a moan back before returning control of the situation. "Green, Green.." They started, leaning into their ear. Whispering in a sultry and calm tone. It felt sickeningly sweet to Green, their grin become one only something in-crew-mane would wear.
"Yes, my captain..?"
They replied, kissing White's neck. Burying their head into it, beginning to kiss and suck at it. Leaving the rich crewmate to feel hot— very hot— their mind short circuited, they never predicted this. Covering their mouth to prevent a pathetic moan, no one like Green should hear their pathetic cries of pleasure. But, god, it felt good— so fucking good. Eventually, Green sunk their teeth into White's skin— leaving a redden mark on their body, licking the wound gently.
Feeling light headed, White pushed off of Green, going to sit in the captain's chair to attempt cooling off. How could a pathetic worm farmer be so irresistible? White pondered, looking at them.
Green on the other hand was upset about the fact that White pulled away, hoping off the panel and nestling themselves onto White's lap. Panicking them much more.
"Holy fuck, Green..—"
"Hii, rich boy."
Green taunted, leaning in for a kiss— which was undeniably returned. The two craved this moment, Green could feel the tent in White's pants poking at them. “You're hard." They muttered between kisses, pulling away and they sunk off.
Being brought to their knees as they stared up at White, a knowing look appearing on their face as they went straight to the belt. Trying to unbuckle it, White's hand removed Green's hat. Allowing their sight on that dark shade of green hair, mismatched hues oddly complimenting one another. Setting the hat on the steering wheel, beginning to play with their hair.
Watching Green's struggle, they couldn't help but smile. "Do you need help, sweetheart?"
"NO— I got it." Refusing the help, pouting as their struggle continued. But, White didn't take their refusal, setting their free hand on Green's. Guiding the way of removal, and then the belt was off.
"Not so hard, right?"
"Fuck you."
"You're the one who's thinking about sucking me off now, aren't you, Greenie?"
No comment from Green, White struck something with their snarky remark. A mischievous grin rising onto their face as they proceeded unzipped their pants. "So, suck." They uttered, ruffling a hand into their hair. Green— surprisingly and unsurprisingly— obeyed.
Releasing White's dick from the traps of clothing as Green opened their mouth, taking the tip in. White's body felt a shock rush through, ushering through as they stared. They didn't think the intern would take it seriously— but there was a part of them that did. A gasp stifling through their lips. "Ohh fuck…" Disbelief filled them as they watch Green take them right then and there, White could feel it. Their body getting overwhelmingly hot as they panted, groaning at the feel. This was definitely motivated, White's hand tightened in Green's hair— their legs spreading further outwards, face flushed in heat they panted.
Green's head bobbed as if they knew what they were doing, tentacles slowly going to wrap around White's body; thighs, waist, and ankles being trapped in the tentacles coming from their body. It's a wonder to White how that was even possible, basically inhuman. "F-fuck, Green.." Beginning to pant as saliva coated their dick, feeling licks and teeth graze on against it.
The intern was deepthroating White, taking them as much as they could. Hearing their pleasured cries, the pulls of hair— couldn't deny that it didn't turn them on.
But, before the words were even spoken of on how close White was, Green pulled off. Feeling the contents of pre in their mouth, drool slipping off their chin as it coated the floor messily. Panting harshly as if they weren't built to sustain this amount of pleasure— action— all of it, both bodies shook. Shivering from the intensity of pleasure, Green crawled up. Pushing themselves up by grabbing White's knees, their tentacles attempting to help as they pulled off White's body. The intern was breathless, wiping the contents resting on their face off with their sleeve.
White heard the pants, leaning towards the other. Ready to catch them if they fell, but they didn't. Instead they just took off their pants, boxers following suit and stepped out of them onto White's lap. Making the chair lean backwards, White's back hit against the chair. Hands automatically grabbing Green's waist, caressing them gently.
This was the hottest moment in their life— well, aside from that one time where— and Green's hands were on White's neck, choking him lightly. Causing their gaze to flicker back, White stared at them. The glint of red noticeable.
"White, if you don't take me here— right now— I-.. I will beg for it."
Green stated, looking at White with needy and insatiable eyes. They wanted this bad, drool pooling from their mouth. "P-please, Whiteeee… F-fuck me." You could hear the pants between words, they were breathless— practically struggling to keep their breath. They sounded hungry, it was like they've been starving ever since they've stepped foot on the ship.
Starting to plead to the rich crewmate, not willing to do anything else until consent was given. Begging as much as they could, White couldn't help but crave more. A hand removed itself from Green's waist, reaching one of their wrists. Holding gently. "Green, I will. I planned on it anyway, so let me—" Pause, taking a heavy breath before speaking once more, "Let me take care of you." White could feel their heart pumping swiftly as they continued, Green's pleading eyes stared at them. Settling right onto White's cock to which was taken as a sign to White, dragging Green's body.
Wanting their hole to line up with their dick, cooing them gently in their ear. Their hand slicked against a slimy tentacle and quickly coated their dick in the slime, then slicked Green's entrance. So, at least it'll be easy to enter cause Green seemed eager enough to do this without any prep done to them.
White's hands moved to Green's shaking thighs, pushing them down gently till the feeling of White's cock hit them— which was founded by a desperate moan from Green, it was louder than any other. "Shhh… Shhh.. Green, they'll hear you if you aren't quiet." They muttered, looking at their lover.
"You don't want to be caught now, do you?"
Green thought about it for a moment, feeling the cold air of the ship against their skin as they chased White's heat. "You know, it means we'll have to stop. I can't fuck you when we're caught, you know.." Mentioning the factor as it dangled in front of Green's thoughts, being priority now. So, they nodded.
The rich crewmate watched in pleasure as Green's head dug into their shirt, biting the fabric as their eyes began to twitch. Feeling themselves push down more onto White's dick— the tip going in with a simple pop— muffled moans spilling out of the intern. Feeling every inch spill inside, not stopping till the base was hit. They were taking this slow, which was something Green didn't enjoy; they wanted it fast, rough even.
Their mind began to wonder, thinking of how Red might handle this— seeing Red instead of White, feeling the way White pushed them up a bit and then back down. Their sounds making it known of their pleasure, Green felt so good in this position right now. Both of them moaned in unison, continuing the motion as White pulled out and then pushed back in. The gentle sex being so fucking good in the intern's eyes, but their craving overpowered the appetizer.
Green couldn't help it, letting go of White's shirt as their hands grabbed onto their shoulders. Beginning to start moving in tune to White's body, though faster— taking this in a rough motive as they got lost in the pleasure, becoming vocal. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck! Red.. Hah.." They moaned, picking up pace. "Faster, please.. Fuck—!" Green had their eyes closed, White's hands grabbed their thighs. Joining their motion, hearing them moaning another's name. Wondering what the captain possibly had that White didn't, slowly pulling them to a stop.
Hands caressing Green's thighs, moving up to their hips. "Greenie, were you pleading for Red..?" They asked as the intern looked at them, hesitating as they averted their gaze.
"Don't leave…" Was all Green muttered pathetically, but White wasn't having it.
Tsk-ing them as they leaned closer the other, bending towards their neck. "You know, I already left my mark on you. It's funny how you bother to moan another's name after that." White teased, picking both of them up off the chair— clashing their bodies against the ship's control panel once more, hearing a pained grunt from Green. Staring up at White, a tentacle weakling going to wrap around the other's waist.
"So, you do still want to cling, hm..?" White smiled, leaning in to lay another bite against Green's skin. This time on their shoulder, Green, of course, let out a moan at the contact. As White began to start thrusting into their body, pushing deep. In and out, Green felt their insides moving in unison.
Their moans were sickeningly sweet to White's ear as pace picked up— they spoke up, "Hopefully this'll remind you on whose dick your taking right now, sweetheart."
White's dick rubbed against the walls within Green's body, their back arching as they moaned from the pleasured— the words having an effect as well. Crying out in a pathetic manner, and here Green thought it'd be the other way around. "White—! F-fuck, keep going.. Please.." They cried, trying to grab onto White's body as the other watch— but a hand stopped their advances, dragging underneath their sweater. Slipping it up. "Seems we've forgotten about your final piece of clothing, Greenie.."
White hummed, pausing their motions— thrusting inwards one more time before stopping right against Green's sweet spot, a rush of thrill shivering up their body. "Hah…" Listening to Green's pants as they mixed with White's their hot breaths meeting longingly. The intern desperately tried to continue the motions, but it was futile. White's hands slipped off Green's sweater and tossed it somewhere in the room, now going to lock their lips together. A tongue slipping into the intern's mouth as they moaned into the kiss, feeling hands caress their torso. Leaving harsh markings, noting that Green wanted it rough.
Their thrusts picked up once again, making sure each was perfectly timed and rough.
Skin slapped together as they continued, moans mixing into kisses. Desperate moans making it into each other's throats until they both had to reach for air, pulling off one another. White's recovering being quick as they trailed kisses along Green's jaw, tracing towards their neck to leave bites along them.
Both of their bodies were hot, rubbing against one another till Green came unannounced. Coating their stomach in white, leaking from their dick as it sticked onto their body. White paused for a moment, pushing upwards and looking at the display. "W-White.. fuck, that.. fuck.." Hearing Green's pants as they attempted to speak up, but struggled to get a word out. "God, you're utterly stunning, Green."
White complimented, pulling out of Green. They were still hard, but didn't care. "W-wait— what about you?" The intern asked, lifting themselves up on weak arms. Their body trembling as they struggled to stay sitting, their tentacle that was latched around White faltered.
White simply hummed, taking that as a sign that Green craved for them to finish inside them one way or another. So, unprompted they humbly— and swiftly— thrusted themselves back into Green's entrance, pushing passed it all without care. Hearing a weak, yet loud moan from Green. Seemingly wishing to stay up, they used White as support; wrapping arms around them weakly, they were well past spent. But, craved White so badly, they pushed themselves to continue.
"Maybe don't start without me and you wouldn't feel so drained, lovely."
White teased, thrusting in and out once more. Drenching themselves in lust as Green could only make noises, words that couldn't be made out. Fuck, White was going faster than earlier.
Green responded positively to it though, all welcomed as they whined at the pain given— but loving it nonetheless. The only things White could hear being whimpered in their ears was the calls and moans of their own name, it was good to see that Green learnt their lesson as they soaked it all up. Noticing how they were refusing to bury their head into White's shoulder, letting all their noises be heard. All those beautiful noises.
If only it was that easy to cum to the sound of Green's voice, it wasn't for White though.
Maybe Red, but not White. They craved more than just the noise, their body was an amazing part as well. White moaned at the situation, grunting and panting as they continued. Pushing more and more into Green's body, you could almost see a slight bulge forming that is if you looked closely. "Wh-White, please…" Green began, speaking into White's ear. The desperate calls made themselves known as they continued, "Please.. cum in-inside of me.." Their words being interrupted by cut off moans and pants, whining at the feeling of being so full.
"I'm almost there, my love."
White reassured the other, kissing their neck before marking it with a thrust. Eventually, it was picking up— the urge.
The urge to release, picking up the pace more so. White's hands spreading Green's legs a tad more than they were originally, pushing their chest down until their back hit on the panel; Green's body listening as their hands were pinned up above their head once more. "Use your tentacles to bind your wrists, okay, sweetheart? Do that for me at least, you won't regret it." White demanded, being rather sweet with Green— but it seemed the ladder was rather confused. "I'll make you feel really fucking good if you listen to me, sweetheart, I promise. Just do this one thing for me, okay?"
No words were given from Green just an enticing moan, rotting in the air as a tendril moved to tighten around their wrists. Binding them in place, and even though not commanded to, they went ahead and wrapped one around their waist— keeping themselves in place just for their lover.
White admired their listening skills, laying a kiss on their cheek as they pulled away. Hands resting just on their hips, beginning their thrusts once more. Eyes trailing off Green's messy face to the display of a captivating body; bites were littered around their collarbone, oddly bruised skin— White wondered where that must've been from— heal scars burned onto their skin, slimy tentacles lathered their body as slightly dried cum rested beneath it.
It was still pooling along their body, locking onto the very faint bulge that seemed to have formed. Which cause White's thrusts to continue, pushing deeper and watching it move. The pace picked up, Green's calls of pleasure rising as they moaned White's name out more.
White sped up even more, going as much as they could. Thrusting inwards and out until they couldn't hold it anymore, burying themselves deep into their body. Filling up the warmth, they buried themselves into them; ropes of cum spilled out of White's cock. Coating their walls, not pulling out until finished. They moaned out the intern's name, feeling a chill go down their spine. Panting as they slowly pulled out of Green, hearing the pathetic and sad whines from them as they pulled out— it was like Green didn't wish for this to end.
White then leaned in close, picking up Green's head.
Foreheads touching, they both stared into each other's eyes. Panting onto each other's lips, White giving them one last kiss before pulling away. "Fu-fuck.. you felt so good, Green.." They stated, sinking onto their knees as Green pathetically sat up. Looking down at White curiously.
"I have never fucked anyone like you before, not to mention like this either.."
They stated before beginning to lick the cum off of Green's stomach, stopping to demand the other. "Move your tentacle." Which was obeyed, continuing on as the rich crewmate kept cleaning up the cum with their tongue. Green watched in lust filled eyes, they'd kill to have this happen again. Letting a moan out as White kept going, it felt good to watch.
Observed their way of cleaning, how they wouldn't let any cum go to waste. "You know, when you were sucking me off, I was going to make you swallow my cum." White stared, not looking at Green— who was deeply flushed in the face, imagining that scenario as their legs twitched and trembled at the idea. Maybe next time.
"But, I like this outcome better." The other added, hearing another moan and whimper from Green. They continued their work, cleaning up the cum staining Green's stomach.
Up until it was all gone— or, well, most of it.
"I figured you were easy, but not this easy." White mentioned, zipping up their fly and buckling their belt up. Then going to capture Green's hat as they returned the captain's hat back on the chair, latching it onto the back of it.
There was humble silence between them as Green still sat on the panel, questioning their actions. Part of them wondered how Orange was going to react to the noise if questioned, but they could just lie— or kill White— or both. Staring at the floor, Green's legs kicked weakly. Stopping soon after starting in pain due to the factor of previous actions, letting a wince pass through their lips.
They felt their hat being placed onto their head, looking at White who seemed eager to help Green out. Maybe they didn't have to kill White…. yet.
"White."
They muttered, watching White pick up the clothes that belonged to the intern. "Yeah?" Their voice filling Green's ears as annoying as it is, it still felt pleasing. Irresistible to Green especially. "Can we.. make this a regular thing..?"
"Even when we get back to Industria?"
White asked for clarification, looking at Green as they set their clothes on the control panel next to them. "Mhm.." Green hummed and nodded, hearing a rich laugh from White— it almost made Green doubt it, but it seems it was quite the opposite. "Yeah, we can. But, you still need to recover before we do it again though. I refuse to break you any more than your current state."
The intern listened; it was fair what they said, but they wished they would. Already craving a round two as White helped them put their clothes back on, hopping onto their shaky feet. Body trembling as the rich crewmate helped them stand up, being their support. But, they just decided to pick Green up and carry them out of the navigation chamber, the room reeked of sex. You could tell the pair went at it like they were the last two in existence. "Let's hope we didn't wake anyone up.." White uttered under their breath, mostly talking to themselves as they took them both to medbay. Feeling exhausted, but still wanting to take care of the other.
Reaching medbay, White laid Green on one of the beds within the room. "I'll join you in a bit, just rest up for now. I'm going back to clean up more. Get some sleep, okay, my love?" Resting a kiss on Green's forehead, pulling the blanket over them and setting their hat on one of the tables nearby.
And with that being said, Green watched as White leave the room. It was nice to see that they had a soft and caring side to them instead of their selfish, attention seeking, bitchy behaviour— but also incredibly hot to see a demanding and dominant side to them as well. Green's face flushed once more, flipping onto their bed as they basked in the bed. Gripping the covers, they could feel themselves getting hard again. Craving White's touch again, the blanket— the bed as well smelled like White.
Oddly making Green feel at ease as they flipped over onto their side; facing away from the door, their mind being plagued with newly filled fantasies as they attempted to fall asleep.
Green could feel pre beginning to form once more, leaking out of the tip of their dick. Staining their pants, hopefully they weren't about to get off untouched as they curled up more in the bed, body pulling closer together. They should've killed White when they had the chance, but instead they didn't— despite being worth it, it also wasn't as they were surrounded by thoughts of White and of the two of them going at it.
Forcing themselves asleep, Green finally mustered their mind's will to sleep. But, not without dreams of that dumb, rich crewmate filling their mind. God, were they stupid for letting that happen— should've just found Red instead of that stupid, white haired, attractive… strong bodied individual, whose scent was addictive. Green wouldn't mind being a designated slut for them, in fact; they'd be into it. Maybe White would take them again, more desperately than the last time, ideas filled— plaguing Green's filthy mind, so much for innocent worm farmer who was an unpaid intern.