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writingsofwerewolves · 6 months ago

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eh whatever i may as well post this.

this is my attempt at writing a very young Thrawn, before he was Thrawn. If you know Thrawn canon, then you understand that. If you don't... Well, it's 4 Am and I'm not explaining right now lol.

Just know that he is a legal adult here. Everyone is a consenting adult in this story. He's just really young compared to most canon. Like 19 or 20.

Uh... not sure what content warnings this needs. I don't usually add CWs for stuff I post here. Usually I wait until I post to AO3 to worry about that and once again, it's 4AM. I'm tired, but I also really like this story and want it to be posted *somewhere* for now. Eventually I may continue it and post to AO3.

Now... You *could* consider this a prequel to Fifty Shades of Blue. It isn't technically but... it isn't not.

Anyways, enjoy this 8.8k word nonsense featuring young Thrawn AKA Vurawn.

A human in the Chiss Ascendancy was practically unheard of. A human on Rentor… That was beyond Vurawn’s wildest dreams. In fact, Vurawn had never seen an alien of any sort in person. He certainly wasn’t going to let the opportunity to interact with another species pass him by. He observed the human from a distance for a while, noting how lost they seemed. It didn’t appear that they had a companion or guide. They merely wandered the streets of Vurawn’s home town, ignoring all the stares from the Chiss residents as they appraised the local architecture. Vurawn watched, fascinated, as they carefully took in every aspect of the world around them.

Steeling himself, Vurawn finally approached.

“Good day,” he greeted in Sy Bisti, choosing a language he knew the Chiss commonly used to communicate with humans.

The human gave a start, clearly surprised at having been spoken to, and looked up at Vurawn with hesitation in their eyes. Vurawn just nearly towered over the human, standing more than a head taller than them with his lanky, gangly form. He hadn’t quite outgrown his awkward mid-ager form yet, and his long limbs not quite proportionate with the rest of him.

“I don’t speak Sy Bisti,” the human said in Cheunh, their voice a little unsteady.

“My apologies,” Vurawn replied in Cheunh, inclining his head slightly and keeping his face impassive despite feeling surprise. To his knowledge, aliens never knew the Chiss language of Cheunh, but then again, the human was on Rentor so maybe they had close Chiss associates. It was unlikely, but not impossible. “I said ‘good day.’”

“Good day,” the human returned, a hesitant smile on their lips.

“My name is Kivu’raw’nuru,” he introduced himself.

They eyes widened slightly, their smile growing as they replied, “My name’s [Name].”

Vurawn’s head tilted to the side as he pondered that, “Just ‘[Name]’?”

“Names work differently where I’m from,” they explained, “My full name is [Name] [Last Name], but I just go by [Name].”

“I see. It is not considered impolite to call you by such a name rather than your proper name?”

“Depending on the context, no. In a professional setting, people usually go by their last names with an honorific preceding it, but in a casual meeting like this, first names are considered polite.”

“First names…” Vurawn said the words curiously. It was a combination of words he had never heard used together, but it was clear that Cheunh was lacking the terms needed to describe it and the human was making do.

“[Name] is my first name and [Last Name] is my last name, also called a family name,” the human explained.

“Ah,” Vurawn nodded his understanding. Family name at least was something he knew, “My family name is first in my name. Kivu.”

“I know,” the human gave a little amused smile, “I’m familiar with a lot of how Chiss society works.”

“Are you really?” he asked curiously, “Are you here visiting friends?”

The smile vanished and a heaviness seemed to cause [Name]’s shoulders to sink, “No, not exactly. It’s… complicated to explain.”

“You are here alone?”

They nodded, sadness in their eyes as they looked away from Vurawn.

“May I… help you?” he asked.

They looked up at him, seeming surprised, “I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“Not at all.”

“Thank you, Kivu’raw’nuru,” the human said, smiling up at him gratefully.

“You may call me by my core name, Vurawn.”

“Vurawn,” they tested out the name, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vurawn.”

“And you, [Name].”

“This is my favorite place on Rentor,” Vurawn said as they entered the park, “Every month they display different artworks. Most are from local artists, but some are from other worlds and even from other species.”

The walkway of the park was lined with artworks of various mediums, while statues stood in the middle of some of the pathways, allowing for viewers to walk around to take in the whole piece. Vurawn led the way to one of the statues.

“You came at a good time,” Vurawn said, excitement coating his voice, “The exhibits are changing tomorrow and you wouldn’t have seen this piece.”

“Can you tell me about it?” [Name] asked, a smile on their face as they looked at the statue.

“It is from Csilla, made by a member of the Irizi family. They are one of the Nine Ruling Families.”

Vurawn went on to explain how he could tell certain things about the artist by the various shapes and techniques used in the creation of the sculpture, saying he saw similar trends among many Irizi art works and how it told him the Irizi value a strong military presence.

“You see all that in a statue?” [Name] asked curiously.

“Well, yes…” Vurawn said, frowning, “Do you not?”

“Not really. I can follow some of your lines of thought, but others… I believe you, I just don’t see it myself.”

“Oh,” he seemed disappointed.

“Vurawn, all of our brains work differently,” [Name] told him, “Not everyone is gonna see everything you see.”

“I’m sorry. I…”

[Name] shook their head, “Hey, just because I don’t see it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear about it, okay? Tell me more of what you see. What about that piece?” They pointed across the way at a painting.

Vurawn’s glowing red eyes brightened excitedly as they pair of them went to the next work of art.

They spent all afternoon going through the park, looking at each piece carefully. Since they all were going to be gone the next day, Vurawn didn’t want to skip any. [Name] listened intently as the Chiss told them of the history of the works and what he saw within them. They asked questions and offered their own thoughts where they could, but mostly just let Vurawn talk.

As the sun began to set, a chill filled the air and [Name] shuddered, rubbing their arms to warm themself.

“You’re cold,” Vurawn remarked, his brow furrowed.

“I’m not used to Rentor’s temperatures. My planet runs a bit warmer.”

Vurawn shrugged off his jacket and offered it to the human. [Name] eyed it hesitantly for a second and then took it, wrapping it over their shoulders and pulling it tight around them. It was quite large, practically swallowing them within it.

“Thank you,” they said.

“Do… do you have a place to stay the night? It will get colder before morning,” Vurawn said.

“I’m sure I can find a place.”

“So the answer is ‘no’ then?”

[Name] sighed, “The answer is no. But I’ll be fine.”

“There is a spare room at my house,” Vurawn offered.

“Would that be okay?” [Name] asked hesitantly.

“I have to ask my parents, but I’m certain they won’t mind.”

Vurawn’s words seemed to catch them by surprise. They blinked a few times, seeming stunned, before giving themself a little shake and nodding.

“Okay. I appreciate it.”

Vurawn’s eyes brightened excitedly and he led the way to his house. He did note, however, that [Name] was fidgeting nervously with the hem of the borrowed jacket, their breathing uneven and their heart racing.

As they entered the house, [Name]’s eyes took everything in. It was warmer inside, so they shrugged off the jacket and returned it to Vurawn.

“Vurawn, you missed dinner,” a voice called from another room, startling [Name].

“That’s my mother,” Vurawn told [Name] softly, “Come.”

Vurawn led the way through the house and they came to a room where two Chiss sat, one holding a datapad while another worked on a small craft project.

“Oh,” the woman that called earlier, “Vurawn…?”

“Mother, father, this is [Name],” Vurawn introduced, “They are visiting Rentor for a while and need a place to stay. I thought perhaps they could use the spare room beside mine.”

“An alien?” Vurawn’s father stood, his brow a hard ridge, his voice disapproving as he said “Kivu’raw’nuru, you know better than to—”

“They speak Cheunh,” Vurawn warned.

“I’m sorry,” [Name] said quickly, “I don’t mean to cause any trouble. Your son saw that I needed help and was kind enough to offer, but I’ll be fine. I can find someplace else.”

“Nonsense,” Vurawn’s mother rose, putting a hand on her husband’s shoulder, “It’s alright. I’m Kivu’ar’ath. It is nice to meet you… [Name], is it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” [Name] gave a small bow, “Just [Name].”

“This is my husband, Kivu’tri’nifis,” she introduced the man still eyeing the human suspiciously.

“Not many aliens speak Cheunh,” he said, “How did you learn?”

“I had a friend from the Mitth family that taught me,” [Name] explained, “He and I met in Lesser Space and became quite close. He taught me a lot about Chiss culture, language, and so on.”

“And where is this Mitth now?” Kivu’tri’nifis asked.

[Name] swallowed hard and looked up at Vurawn briefly before looking to the man again, “He’s gone.”

“Gone?” Kivu’ar’ath asked gently, “Do you mean… dead?”

“I don’t know,” [Name] said, their voice rough with contained emotion, “He vanished a few years ago. It’s… a complicated story. I’m not sure of all the details myself, I just know he’s out of my reach at the moment.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the man’s tone softened, “You were close?”

“Very. He’s why I wanted to come to the Ascendancy. I wanted to see where he was from, learn more about his people.”

“Why Rentor?” the woman asked, “Avidich is where the Mitth family is based.”

“He was from Rentor, actually.”

“How long ago was this? Perhaps we knew him.”

“Maybe,” [Name] said before clearing their throat uncomfortably and wiping their eyes, “But uh… It’s a bit of a painful subject for me. I’d… I’m sorry.”

“Of course,” Kivu’ar’ath agreed, “Well… You’re welcome to stay. Vurawn, show them to the spare room and I’ll bring you both some dinner.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” [Name] gave a small bow and turned to Kivu’tri’nifis and repeated the action, “And you sir.”

Vurawn led the way down the hall into a room that was clearly mainly used for storage, filled with many storage containers, and a single small bed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your parents,” [Name] told Vurawn.

“You didn’t. I’m sorry for my father calling you…”

“Alien?” [Name] asked, an amused smile on their lips, “I know it’s supposed to be derogatory, but it doesn’t bother me.”

“Regardless, I will ask him to say ‘non-Chiss’ in the future. Alien is… a very unkind word.”

“It’s fine, Vurawn,” [Name] said gently, “I’m just grateful to have a place to stay.”

The next morning, Vurawn woke up early despite it being a free day from school so that he could spend time with his new human friend.

“They will be setting up the next exhibit at the park today,” he told [Name] excitedly, “We could be the first people to see the new pieces if we leave now.”

[Name], who’s eyes were still heavy with sleep, smiled happily and agreed.

As the pair readied to leave, Kivu’tri’nifis called to Vurawn, “Don’t forget about your homework, son!”

“I’ll do it tonight,” he promised before he and [Name] rushed out the door.

“Homework?” [Name] questioned, “You’re in school.”

“I have a few more classes before I graduate,” Vurawn explained, “Would you like something to eat? There is a vendor near the park.”

“Sounds lovely. How… how old are you?”

“I became a legal adult last year. Do ages and school function differently where you’re from?”

“A little differently, I think. I’m not that familiar with how Chiss school works. What happens after you graduate?”

Vurawn’s shoulders fell a little, “I would like to go to Taharim, a military academy on Naporar, but that seems unlikely at this point.”

“Why is that?”

“We can’t afford it. Instead, I will attend the military academy here on Rentor, though cadets from there rarely make it very far in the military compared to Taharim.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Things will work out, though,” [Name] said encouragingly.

“Perhaps,” Vurawn said doubtfully.

The pair of them got food from a local vendor before heading to the park. As Vurawn predicted, the new exhibit was just being set up. All of Vurawn’s worries of the future seemed to vanish, replaced with excitement as he quickly began examining all the new works.

[Name] could barely keep up with his long strides as he rushed from piece to piece, telling the human about each one hurriedly, as if his mouth couldn’t keep up with his stream of thoughts. [Name] barely spoke, just keeping close at his side, smiling as he spoke with such passion.

“Maybe we should sit for a bit,” [Name] suggested when he started to look out of breath.

“But this piece is—”

“Kivu’raw’nuru, you’re gonna pass out on your feet if you don’t sit and rest for a minute,” [Name] ordered authoritatively.

Vurawn seemed caught off guard, his red eyes glowing a bit brighter as a hint of a purple blush crept up his cheeks, “Alright.”

[Name] took his hand and led him to a bench, ignoring the questioning glances from Chiss as they appraised the strange human in their midst.

Once they were sat, [Name] released his hand and Vurawn cleared his throat awkwardly, “I apologize. I can become very involved and forget myself.”

“I do it too with things that interest me,” [Name] assured him, “It’s fine. I’ll get so involved in something I’m reading or writing that I forget to eat or don’t notice I’m sitting in an uncomfortable position.”

“You write?” Vurawn’s eyes widened in interest.

“I do. Or… I did. Not much these days.”

“That is unfortunate. The written word is an important art form. Just as important as these works,” he gestured at the gallery before them. “I would have liked to read your work.”

[Name]’s face heated up visibly to Vurawn’s eyes as they looked away, “It’s all pretty embarrassing. I don’t usually let anyone read it.”

“You write for your own enjoyment.”

“Yeah. And as a result the content is… very self indulgent and makes me feel a bit vulnerable to let other people see. Especially someone like you who analyses everything so deeply.”

“Mmm. Still, I would be interested to read your writing if you ever wished to share someday.”

“Maybe someday. Should we get back soon so you can do your schoolwork? I don’t want your academic career to suffer because of me.”

“In a bit,” Vurawn said, his eyes on the artworks again. He shuffled his feet eagerly, looking like he wanted to get back to examining the pieces up close.

“Hey,” [Name] put their hand on his shoulder, “You said the exhibit will be up for a month, right? You have time.”

He let out a breath and nodded, “You’re right, of course. I just… There is so much to see.”

[Name] smiled up at him and gave his shoulder a squeeze before standing, “Then tell me about a few more pieces before we head back. But then you have school work to do, young man.”

Vurawn beamed at them as he stood, “Of course. [Name]… Would you tell me which pieces interest you?”

“Sure. Then you can give me your full analyses.”

[Name] laid across Vurawn’s bed, a datapad in their hand as they scrolled through the files, while Vurawn sat at his desk, filling out a sheet of paper, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Chiss ships are very different from Republic ships,” [Name] said, examining the schematics of a Chiss cruiser.

“Are they?” Vurawn questioned, “I have never seen Republic ships.”

“I wish I had any datacards to show you,” [Name] sighed regretfully, “You’d love it. Am I distracting you?”

“Yes, but it’s important to learn to work with distractions,” Vurawn said, shooting a small smile at [Name] over his shoulder, “I can multitask.” He returned his attention to his work. “How long are you staying on Rentor?”

“Not sure yet. It’s… complicated.”

“Do you know where your Mitth friend lived here? Are you planning to visit their previous residence?”

“He never told me much about his life here,” [Name] replied, their voice suddenly tense, “He didn’t talk about his past. Anytime we spoke of anything regarding Chiss, it was all in a general sense rather than specifically about him or his home and family. The only thing I knew about him really was that he was originally from Rentor.”

“I’m sorry. It’s upsetting to think of him.”

“A little. We were very close… He taught me a lot. Not just about Chiss. Just… Everything. How to fight, how to… Lots of things.” [Name] gave themself a shake, “How’s the schoolwork coming?”

“Nearly done. We may have time before sunset to visit the museum.”

“I’m exhausted from the park. Can that wait until tomorrow?”

“I have classes tomorrow, though I may have time afterwards.”

“I’m in no hurry. Whenever you’re free… As long as your parents don’t kick me out.”

Vurawn faced them, a frown on his face, “They won’t. You’re welcome here.”

“If you’re sure… I don’t want to take advantage of your hospitality.”

“I’m enjoying your company. If you don’t mind, I actually would like to ask you questions about the Republic.”

“Sure. I’m no expert, but I’ll tell you what I can.”

It was nearly dark by the time Vurawn returned home from his classes, making it too cold for [Name] to want to go outside. Instead, they hung out in Vurawn’s room. He asked them questions about Republic technology. [Name] told him of droids, hyperspace navigation, what they knew about ships, and so on. As they warned, they weren’t an expert, but Vurawn was riveted nonetheless.

His red eyes were wide with interest, his upper body unconsciously leaning towards [Name] as he listened. He may have been oblivious to that fact, but [Name] clearly wasn’t. As they paused in their explanations, their eyes flicked from Vurawn’s eyes to his lips and back again before they leaned forward and pressed their lips to his briefly. They pulled back, their eyes nervous as they watched his expression.

Vurawn blinked a few times, surprised and temporarily stunned by the action.

“Was that okay?” [Name] asked softly.

“I… it…” Vurawn cleared his throat, “Yes. It… I’m sorry, I’m not…”

“Sorry,” [Name] said quickly, “I crossed a line. I’m so sorry. I’ll leave…”

[Name] got to their feet and moved to the door. Vurawn quickly unfolded his long lanky legs from under him to rush up to intercept [Name]. He placed himself between them and the door and tentatively reached a hand to cup their cheek. [Name]’s eyes closed as they leaned into the touch.

Vurawn took a deep breath to steel himself and then bent down to place a gentle kiss on their lips. As he pulled back, he saw [Name] smiling up at him.

“Was that alright?” Vurawn asked, his voice nervous.

[Name] nodded silently.

“I’ve never… kissed anyone,” Vurawn admitted.

“Oh… Sorry if you didn’t want your first to be a non-Chiss,” [Name] told him.

He shook his head, “That doesn’t matter to me. I… I like you.”

“I like you too, Vurawn.”

He smiled, “So you’re staying?”

“If you want me to.”

“I do.”

“Well then,” [Name] took the hand on their cheek in theirs and placed a kiss on the back of it, “Do you wanna hear more about the Republic?”

“I would rather kiss more,” Vurawn admitted.

“Me too. But we should take things slow.”

Vurawn wasn’t happy about the pace [Name] was setting. He was young and had never been with anyone before and he wanted to experience all of it. But [Name] remained firm over the next few days. They went to a museum on Vurawn’s free day and he told them all about all the history and artworks there while they listened and asked questions.

After several hours, [Name] reminded him he had schoolwork.

“I want to stay here with you,” Vurawn said, pulling them by the hand closer to him and running a finger over their cheek.

“Tell you what,” [Name] began mischievously, “You finish all the schoolwork you have and I’ll give you a reward.”

Vurawn’s red eyes glowed brighter, “Alright.”

The pair hurried back to his house. Vurawn wasted no time in pulling out the datapad he used for schoolwork and settling at his desk. [Name] stretched out on his bed, watching him work. His brow was a hard ridge of focus, his mouth a thin line.

Neither of them spoke until a few hours had passed and Vurawn set down the datapad, turning in his chair to look at [Name].

“I’ve finished all my assignments for the week,” he stated.

“Good boy,” [Name] told him and patted the mattress beside them.

Vurawn’s eyes widened, glowing brighter as his cheeks became slightly tinged with purple. He rose from his desk chair and moved to sit on the bed beside [Name], his movements unsure.

“Do you think you did a good job?” [Name] asked, running a finger down his arm, causing him to shiver.

“I always do a good job. I have the best grades of my class.”

“Your eagerness didn’t make the quality of your work suffer?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“Good. Now I’m going to school you on a few things.”

Excitement, confusion, and a little bit of fear shown on Vurawn’s face.

“Are you familiar with the concept of safe words?”

He frowned, “No, I don’t believe so.”

“They have a lot of different uses. They’re a good way of establishing comfort and boundaries in any type of relationship, but they’re very important in certain situations. In the simplest of terms, they’re words you can say when you want to communicate that you’re uncomfortable and you want the proceedings to cease, but there can be nuances to.”

“I’m not sure I understand the relevance…” Vurawn asked, feeling hot under the collar and not sure why the human was explaining such a concept instead of kissing him.

“Stay with me, Vurawn,” [Name] said, an amused smile on their lips, “Believe me, this is important. Now, some people come up with their own safe words, but personally I like to use an established system. Where I’m from we call it the traffic light system because it uses the colors associated with the lights we use for directing vehicles. Green means good to go, yellow means slow down or use caution, and red means stop.”

Vurawn nodded, “We have a similar system here for vehicles.”

“Good, so you can remember those colors?”

“Yes.”

“If you and I are doing anything, whether it’s kissing or talking or anything else, and either of us becomes uncomfortable and needs to stop the action for whatever reason, we can say ‘red’ and the other person should stop what they’re doing immediately and check in with the person.”

“Alright…” Vurawn agreed tentatively.

“If we’re doing anything and things maybe go a bit farther than we like, maybe we’re talking and venturing into an uncomfortable topic, or we’re kissing and something's not quite right but we don’t want to stop, we can say ‘yellow’ and that means step back, slow down, maybe change things up. Basically it means ‘if something doesn’t change, I might say red and we will have to stop.’ Does that make sense?”

“It does.”

“Great. So lastly, if we’re doing something and maybe it’s a little intense and we’re not sure the other person is enjoying it, we can ask ‘color?’ to see where they stand. If they say ‘green,’ it means all is well.”

“So… at any time, we can say we’re uncomfortable with something and we can check in with each other to make sure that the other is comfortable… using colors?”

“Exactly.”

“Why not just ask or say that you’re uncomfortable?”

“Sometimes it’s good just to have one word to say to communicate something. There are other reasons we can get into later if you want, but for now I just wanted to lay out some ground rules. If I ever make you uncomfortable and you want to stop, you can say red and I’ll back off. If we’re doing something that isn’t enjoyable or is about to push too far, you can say yellow and we’ll change it up. And I may check in every so often to make sure you’re alright.”

“Is that everything? Can we kiss now?”

[Name] sighed heavily and rolled their eyes, “You’re so young. Yes, we can kiss now.”

Vurawn leaned forward, intent on pressing his lips to theirs, but [Name] put a hand on his chest and shook their head, “Get on the middle of the bed, propped up against the pillows.”

He seemed confused but eager as he moved to the center of the bed, sitting up with his long legs stretched in front of him. [Name] surprised him by moving over him, their knees on either side of his waist as they straddled him. He put his hands on their hips, his eyes wide with surprise and burning bright with excitement.

“Now you can kiss me,” [Name] told him.

Vurawn wasted no time, moving one hand up behind their neck to pull them to meet his lips. He kissed them clumsily and eagerly. After a few moments, [Name] tapped his chest gently and he pulled back.

They heaved a sigh, “You have a lot to learn about this stuff.”

“I want to learn,” the Chiss said fervently.

“Good. Do you want this to feel good for me too or just for you?” [Name] asked.

“I want both of us to enjoy it,” he frowned.

“Then you need to learn to read my reactions. You’re good at analyzing people and things. You can use those skills here. It’s probably difficult to focus, but you’re smart. I think you can do it.”

“How do you mean?”

“When you kiss me again, I want you to use all your senses to see how I react to your actions. Listen for small sounds of pleasure. Feel if I tense or relax against you. Use that to judge if I’m responding positively or negatively to what you do.”

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss them again, but [Name] stopped him.

“And go slower to start with. I know it’s hard when you’re so… excited. Trust me, it’s hard for me too. But it’ll be more enjoyable for both of us if we take our time to figure out what we both like instead of just… attacking each other’s mouths, okay?”

“Alright,” Vurawn agreed and when he went to kiss [Name] again, they didn’t resist.

He moved with more purpose, gently nibbling at [Name]’s bottom lip like he’d seen other couples do, noting the small exhalation of air that caused from the human. As he progressed, he tried to pay attention to all of their reactions, but he wasn’t sure what was good or bad.

When he pulled back, [Name] was breathing hard so he imagined he did something right.

“Good boy,” [Name] whispered, “Much better.”

The praise made his cheeks flush purple and his eyes glow brighter.

“I’m not certain what I did correctly,” Vurawn admitted.

“Honestly the improvement was just not attacking my mouth. Regardless of your actions, the deliberateness of them made it more… sensual. It’s a learning process and it’ll be hard to tell what’s enjoyable and what’s not at first, especially because the line between pleasure and pain is very blurred sometimes.”

“It is?” he frowned, confused.

[Name] nodded and moved their hands up from his chest to his neck and then into his hair, “May I provide an example?”

He gulped noisily and nodded.

The human’s fingers tightened in his hair and pulled gently. Unbidden, a growl came from Vurawn’s throat, surprising him as pleasure tingled through his body.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes,” he panted.

“Did it feel good?”

He was silent for a moment and then said, “Yes.”

“Pain sometimes is pleasurable, which can make this type of thing very hard to pin down. Some people like their hair pulled, though be very careful with that because you can break someone’s neck, and some people like their lip bitten. Some people even like being slapped or spanked, but personally I don’t so never do that to me please.”

He nodded, processing all that.

“What do you like?” Vurawn asked.

[Name] gave a small smile, “For now, I just want to be touched. I’ll admit, kissing isn’t my thing. I’m happy to do it if you like it, but it’s not my preferred activity. I like feeling someone’s hands on me.”

One of Vurawn’s hands was still on [Name]’s hip, so he moved it experimentally, gently squeezing. [Name] let out a small whimper, perhaps louder than would have been natural but meant to communicate to him that they appreciated the action.

As Vurawn’s hands began to wander their body, [Name] leaned forward to kiss him. His mind was occupied so he let them take control of the kiss as he moved his hands. He followed their lead, making sounds of pleasure when they did something he liked, which prompted them to do it again or more intensely, while they did the same in regards to his actions.

Eventually, [Name] pulled back, their face flushed and their eyes hooded, “We should probably stop before things go farther.”

Vurawn’s hands tightened around their waist, “Don’t leave.”

[Name] smiled and kissed his nose affectionately, “We have time for more later, Vurawn. I don’t want to move too fast. I want you to take the time to think about what you want. And I won’t be offended if you decide you don’t want me.”

“I do,” Vurawn pulled them closer, “Please.”

“Not tonight. You said you have all your work done for the week?”

He nodded.

“Then we can spend your free evenings doing this is you want. During the day, though, when you don’t have classes, I want to see more of Rentor. I love hearing you talk about the history and culture and art.”

Vurawn gave a disappointed sigh as he nodded, releasing his hold on the human, “Alright. I do have a class early tomorrow.”

[Name] climbed off him, “Then you should get some sleep. If your schoolwork starts suffering because of me, there will be consequences,” they warned.

Though the words were fairly innocent, Vurawn felt his face warm.

“It won’t,” he promised.

“Good. Sleep well, Kivu’raw’nuru. I look forward to spending more time with you.”

Vurawn found it difficult to concentrate in his classes the next day, though he was determined to keep his promise to [Name] and not let his work suffer. His determination didn’t stop him from constantly checking the clock to see when he could finally head home and get his hands on the human.

When he finally got home, he was surprised to find [Name] already laying on his bed, a datapad propped up on their chest as they browsed it lazy.

“Hey there,” they said, smiling widely as they set the datapad aside, “You look out of breath.”

“I’m fine,” he said, putting his school supplied haphazardly on his desk.

“Did you run here?” they asked, laughing lightly as they sat up on their elbows.

“Part of the way,” he confirmed, kicking off his shoes and moving to the bed.

“You’re a disaster,” [Name] commented, gesturing at the messy room.

He frowned, appraising the disorder. Vurawn was usually a lot more organized, but [Name]’s presence in his life had distracted him from his usual system.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “Does it bother you?” he asked.

“Now that you mention it, yes,” they stated, “But if you tidy it up, you could get a special reward.”

Vurawn’s breathing hitched at the word reward and he hastened to move his school supplies into its proper place before cleaning up the strewn clothing. By the time he was done, the room was cleaner than it had been before he met [Name].

“Good boy,” [Name] said, patting the bed, “You’ve earned your reward.”

The Chiss’s eyes glowed excitedly as he joined them on the bed.

“Now,” [Name] began, sounding businesslike, “What do you want your reward to be?”

Vurawn’s cheeks flushed purple and he said nothing.

“Come on,” [Name] prompted gently, “I promise, it’s okay to ask for what you want. I won’t judge. I might say no because it’s out of my comfort zone, but I won’t be upset.”

“I would like to… see you… without clothes,” he said hesitantly.

[Name]’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“If you don’t—” he began quickly, but [Name] held up a hand.

“I’m fine with it. I’m not shy,” they said with a laugh, “It’s just moving a bit faster than I expected and I’m not sure if it’s a good idea…”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never… I don’t know what moving too fast looks like,” Vurawn admitted, his red eyes looking lost.

“Neither do I, honestly,” [Name] said with a sigh, “My first… The first person I was with, we moved really quickly. My sense of what an appropriate speed for these things is messed up. And I don’t want to mess you up too.”

“You’re experienced, then?”

“A bit,” they confirmed with a shrug, “I mean… I know what I like. I know, to a degree, how to make the person I’m with feel good. I still feel very limited in my experiences because I’ve only been with one person, but… They were intense experiences.”

Vurawn nodded slowly, processing their words, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Hey,” [Name] sat up and looked him firmly in the eye, “You won’t disappoint me. We’re learning together. I’m just trying to be honest about my past and I want you to be honest about what you’re thinking and what you want.”

“Alright,” he agreed.

“Now I think you said something about wanting to see me without clothes,” a smile grew on [Name]’s lips, “I have to ask first… Is that purely because you’re attracted to me or are you curious because I’m human?”

Vurawn’s cheeks became a deeper purple, “Both.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I was curious about the first Chiss I met too,” [Name] told him as they began to undo the fasteners of their top.

“Did you…?” Vurawn began to ask.

“What is it?”

“Did you have sexual intercourse with him? The Mitth?” Vurawn’s brow was a hard thoughtful ridge as he looked at [Name].

They sighed and nodded, “Yes. He’s the only person I’ve been with.”

“Oh,” Vurawn looked away.

“Is that a problem?” they asked, ceasing in their venture to undress.

“No, I just… I wanted to be the first Chiss you were with. So that you wouldn’t compare me to someone else.”

A small laugh bubbled from [Name] before they slapped a hand over their mouth and said a muffled, “Sorry.”

“What was amusing?” he asked, frowning deeply.

“It’s a long complicated story. Look, Vurawn,” they put a hand on his arm, “I won’t compare you to anyone. I just want to enjoy my time with you. I like you a lot and I’m attracted to you. You don’t need to worry about the other Chiss I was with, I promise. Now do you want to see me naked or not?” a mischievous smile grew on their lips.

Vurawn nodded and [Name] resumed the removal of their top. They shrugged it off, leaving them bare from the waist up. Vurawn didn’t move, he just looked at them. They weren’t dissimilar from Chiss, from what he knew of biology.

“Do you want me to take the rest off?” [Name] prompted.

“Yes,” he said quickly before swallowing hard.

As [Name] began to work their pants off, Vurawn’s hand gripped their wrist.

“Actually, no,” he said, his brow a hard ridge, “Not if… Not yet.”

[Name] smiled and nodded, “Alright. Then… what now? It’s your reward.”

“May I touch you?” he asked.

“Of course.”

Vurawn reached a tentative hand to [Name]’s cheek and then leaned forward to kiss them. He held himself back, remembering what he learned the previous day. Control and patience and observation. Carefully, he maneuvered them so [Name] was laying back against the bed and he hovered hover them, one arm holding himself up and the other exploring their newly exposed flesh.

He kept his touch light at first, his fingers ghosting over their skin. Below him, they shuddered. Embolden by their reaction, Vurawn continued, tracing patterns over [Name]’s chest and then lower to their belly. They moaned into his mouth, once again louder than was likely natural but it told him he was doing something right. After a few moments of that, he pulled back and looked down at them.

“May I try something?”

“Sure,” they nodded.

He lowered his head again, but put his lips to their neck, placing feather light kisses there. [Name] hummed their appreciation, their body relaxing under him. He trailed kissing lower, their collar bone, their chest, their belly, and to just above their waistband. [Name]’s eyes were closed, a serene expression on their face.

“This is good?” he asked, his voice slightly nervous.

“Very good, Vurawn,” they murmured dreamily, “I told you, I like being touched.”

“I like touching you,” he stated before he resumed kissing their skin, then he paused, “Can you pull on my hair again?”

They opened their eyes and smiled at him before reaching and knotting their fingers into his thick black hair. He groaned appreciatively before returning to his work. As his hands and lips lightly trailed [Name]’s body, they kept a somewhat tight hold of his hair, every so often giving it an extra little tug that made a growl of pleasure and pain sound in his chest.

“I… I think… we should stop soon,” [Name] panted after a while.

Vurawn groaned in displeasure as he nuzzled their stomach, his hands gripping their bare waist tightly.

“Any longer like this and I’m gonna want something more,” [Name] warned, “And I don’t know that either of us are quite ready yet.”

He sighed and nodded, rising to look at them, “We are going to do something more, though? Eventually?”

“If that’s what you want, yes. I… I don’t want to pressure you into it.”

“I want it,” he stated firmly, “I want you.”

They smiled up at him, putting their hand on his cheek, “I want you too, Vurawn.”

“I have a free day tomorrow. I can stay up late tonight.”

“No, actually, you can’t,” [Name] sat up and looked at him firmly, “Because you promised to take me to the lake tomorrow.”

His shoulders sank, “But we could have all night tonight…”

“We talked about this,” they said, reaching for their shirt and pulling it back on, “In the evenings, we can do this, but on your free days, I want to see Rentor. I want to spend time with you talking, not just making out. I like you, Vurawn. As a person, not just a warm body. And I want to get to know you.”

The disappointment in his eyes faded and he smiled, “Alright. We need to leave early in the morning.”

It was a long railcar ride to the lake, much of it spent in the company of Chiss that weren’t particularly happy to see an alien. If [Name] or Vurawn noticed the death glares, though, neither showed it. They only had eyes for each other. The temperatures were just starting to warm up as they arrived at the lake, making it a pleasant time to be outside.

Vurawn educated [Name] on the local flora and fauna as they wandered the area. When [Name] slipped on a rock, Vurawn caught them around the waist, making sure they had their footing again before moving away, his cheeks flushing.

“You can touch me,” [Name] told him, taking more care with where they stepped.

“It would be difficult to stop,” Vurawn admitted.

[Name] gave a small laugh and nodded, “I can relate to that.”

“You seem much more in control of it than I am.”

“Trust me, it’s not easy. If I didn’t think it was a terrible idea, we’d be spending all day in your bed.”

“Why aren’t we?”

[Name] rolled their eyes, “I told you last night. I want to get to know you. I want to spend time with you. I don’t just want to… do stuff… with you.”

“Right…”

“Don’t look so glum,” [Name] teased, “Come on. It’s a beautiful day and you were telling me about the types of fish here.”

When Vurawn returned from class, he had a deep frown on his face. [Name] sighed from their place on his bed and rose to look at him.

“What happened?” they asked.

“I have a test tomorrow,’ he said stiffly, pulling his datapad from his bag, “I need to study.”

“Ah,” [Name] nodded, “I’ll leave you be.”

They started to leave, but Vurawn gripped their arm and said, “Stay. Please.”

“I’ll distract you.”

“Please,” he repeated, “I would enjoy your company and it may help for me to talk through the subject matter with someone.”

“Okay,” they agreed, “If you promise I won’t make it harder for you.”

Vurawn moved to his desk chair and sat, pulling [Name] into his lap and wrapping his arms around them as he nuzzled the crook of their neck, “I promise.”

[Name] raised a doubtful eyebrow as Vurawn propped his datapad up on the desk and began pulling up the relevant files while his other arm held them firmly against him. [Name] relaxed against him, resting their head back on his shoulder while he scrolled through the data.

Vurawn explained to [Name] what he was studying, recited some of the details to them, and read through the data, all the while he held them close and occasionally kissed the side of their head. After quite a while of studying, Vurawn pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes tightly.

“Headache?” [Name] asked.

“Yes,” he confirmed, “I’ll be fine. I should do more reading.”

“How well do you know the material?”

“I would like to say very well, but…”

“Do you have any like… I don’t know what they’d be called here… We call them flash cards and practice tests, loosely translated, but…”

“Yes, practice tests,” Vurawn confirmed, returning his attention to the datapad. He pressed a few buttons and pulled up another screen.

“May I quiz you?” [Name] held out their hand.

Vurawn nodded and handed the datapad to them. [Name] rose from his lap and stood in front of him, frowning at the screen.

“Now you’ll have to forgive my slow reading,” they warned, “I wasn’t taught the Chiss script when I first learned Cheunh, so I’m still not great at it.”

“That’s alright,” Vurawn assured me.

[Name] cleared their throat as they processed the text for the first multiple choice question before reading it aloud. Vurawn frowned, thinking, and then gave an answer. [Name] selected it and smiled.

“Very good,” they said, “That’s correct.”

They went through the questions slowly, partially because [Name] read them slowly but also because Vurawn took his time to answer each one. And he got every one right.

“I think you’re very well prepared,” [Name] said, handing the datapad back to him.

He shook his head and punched some buttons on the datapad before handing it back to them, “I have to do perfectly.”

[Name] sighed heavily and looked at the new set of questions, “You know I don’t want to sabotage your school career, but where I’m from, there is a phenomenon where studying too hard is just as bad as not studying enough.”

“You’re right,” Vurawn said, rubbing his forehead again, “Still…”

“I have a suggestion for how to relax,” [Name] ventured.

He looked up at them with a raised eyebrow.

“A way to relax and test your knowledge,” they clarified, “But, uh… I don’t want to push you.”

Vurawn’s eyes widened and glowed excitedly.

“When you get a question right, I could reward you,” [Name] suggested.

He swallowed thickly, “H-how, exactly?”

With a little hesitation, [Name] slowly knelt on the floor, positioned between Vurawn’s knees, “I could pleasure you. Unless that’s moving too fast…”

“I… uh… Please,” he said stuttering over the words, “Yes.”

[Name] smiled and moved forward, placing their hands on his spread thighs, “Let me know if I should stop.”

He nodded and [Name] moved to unfasten his pants. But they frowned, their hands hesitating as they tried to work the latches.

“Uh… Chiss clothing works differently them I’m used to,” they admitted, “I envisioned being real slick about undressing you, but I…”

Vurawn’s shaky hands undid the front of his pants for them.

“Thanks,” they said, moving to grip the base of the Chiss’s cock firmly in their hand. He was already partially hard and a few strokes had him fully erect.

His hands gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his brow a hard line as his glowing eyes focused on [Name]’s actions. As they stroked him, a rumble came from his chest.

“I love that sound,” [Name] murmured, “Don’t hold it back.”

Vurawn let out a shaky breath and with it, a growl came from his throat. Almost a purr of sorts. [Name] worked him in their hands, just stroking the shaft firmly but slowly, copious amounts of precum offering plentiful lubrication for the action.

“I can’t… if…” he choked out.

“You can’t finish without the head being stimulated,” [Name] said knowingly, a mischievous smile on their lips, “That’s the point.”

An unhappy growl came from him then.

“Behave,” they berated, “Answer the questions correctly and you’ll be rewarded.”

[Name] wiped one of their hands clean, still stroking him with the other, and reached for the datapad, propping it up where they could see it. They read off the first question.

“You can’t expect…”

“I very much do expect,” [Name] stated firmly, “You’ve got this.”

He growled and closed his eyes as he thought, trying to ignore the feeling of [Name]’s hand moving lazily up and down his shaft. After half a minute, he gave the answer. [Name] selected that answer and smiled.

“Good boy,” they said, giving his cock a firmer squeeze that had him letting out a string of curses.

The pair slowly worked their way through each question. When Vurawn got one right, [Name] would reward him, sometimes with a particularly deliberate stroke, sometimes with gentle tease of his balls, and one notable instance when they ducked their head and ran their tongue up the underside of his shaft.

He got every question right.

“You’ve earned your reward,” they said, “Let me know if you don’t like this and all I ask is don’t force yourself deeper into my mouth. If you start to finish when you’re in my throat, your ridges will grow and block my airway so just let me do this at my pace, okay.”

Vurawn was breathing hard as he nodded, his hands still clutching the armrests.

“You can grip my hair if you want,” [Name] told him, “Just, like I said, don’t control my movements.”

He didn’t move as [Name] gripped him with both hands and ducked their head, dragging their tongue up his length, running across all the small ridges, up to the head of it where the ridges hadn’t fully expanded yet. As their mouth met the head of his cock, Vurawn let out another string of curses, his hands clenched around the edges of the armrests.

As [Name] took his length into their mouth, Vurawn groaned, his body shuddering. After a moment, [Name] pulled off his cock and asked, “Color?”

It took a moment for him to compose himself before he said, “Green.”

[Name] took him in their mouth again, taking it deep. It didn’t take long before they felt the ridges of the head begin to expand and they carefully made sure it wasn’t too deep in their mouth as they teased the growing ridges with their tongue, urging them to their full size.

Vurawn’s hips moved, thrusting forward slightly. [Name] gave him a reproachful look, their mouth full of his cock, and he looked apologetic before his head fell backwards as their tongue teased his leaking slit. With a firm press of their tongue on the head of his cock, Vurawn broke apart with a groan, his cum shooting into [Name]’s mouth as they swallowed it down, stroking his length still with his hands to milk him fully.

As his orgasm faded, [Name] gently extricated his softening cock from their mouth, wiping their dripping chin with the back of their hand.

“That… that…” Vurawn struggled for words, his head still leaning back against the chair as he panted.

“You enjoyed it?” [Name] asked, a note of anxiety in their voice.

He looked down at them and gave a serene smile, “Very much. Do… I can reciprocate.”

“Thanks, but not tonight,” [Name] patted his thigh gently before rising, “Next time maybe. I’ll get some washcloths to clean up and some fresh clothes for you. Stay.”

[Name] was pacing nervously when Vurawn returned from his classes.

“How’d you do?” they asked, wringing their hands with anxiety.

“One hundred percent,” he announced.

They let out a breath of relief and then rushed forward to wrap him in a hug, “Good work. I told you it’d be fine.”

“Thank you for your help,” he said, rubbing their back slowly, “I would… like to thank you properly. Can you teach me to do for you what you did for me last night?”

[Name] pulled back, their face turning a bright red, “You don’t have to.”

“You’ve primarily helped me figure out what I enjoy, [Name],” he said, “I want to know what you like.”

“My tastes are… weird,” [Name] admitted, “And… I don’t know if it’s something you’d be comfortable with.”

Vurawn frowned and moved to sit on the bed, patting the space beside him, “Please, talk to me.”

[Name] sucked in a steadying breath and sat with him, “Well… I just… You’ve never done things like this before and I don’t want you thinking that how I like things is typical.”

“So noted,” he inclined his head, “Please tell me.”

“Well the reason I taught you the traffic light system is because it’s a good thing to have in place when you don’t want the words ‘stop’ to actually stop things,” [Name] explained slowly, “Which… is… Well…”

“I’m not certain I understand.”

[Name] cleared their throat and then said very quickly, “I like to be held down during sex and fucked while I beg my partner to stop.”

Vurawn’s eyes widened in surprise, “You like to be… assaulted?”

“Consensually assaulted,” they corrected, “It’s called consensual non-consent. Instead of stopping when the person says to stop, you stop when a safe word is used, like red. I don’t actually want to be assaulted by someone, I only want someone I trust to act out a scene.”

“I see,” the Chiss said, frowning thoughtfully.

“The reason I said you could grab my hair yesterday is because when I’m… pleasuring someone with my mouth,” [Name] said a little shyly, “I like to feel like I’m not in control of it, like they’re using me for their pleasure, while I still actually am in control so I won’t be hurt or anything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t grab your hair…”

“It’s fine. I enjoyed last night regardless, I’m just explaining my tastes. I just… I really enjoy it when I feel like I’m being used for someone else’s pleasure who has no consideration for my pleasure, when in reality that’s not the case, when the reality is we’re both enjoying ourselves. Does that make sense?”

“I believe so. How can I give you pleasure?”

[Name] gave a heavy sigh, “I don’t know what I’m comfortable with yet with you. The reality of the situation is that I don’t really enjoy sex when I’m not being held down, feeling like it’s being forced upon me, but I also don’t know that I’m to the point with you where that would feel safe.”

“Hmm,” Vurawn’s brow was furrowed in thought.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” [Name] told him, “My pleasure is… complicated. It takes a specific touch. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy our time together. I loved torturing you last night.” They smiled mischievously.

“Torture?” Vurawn raised an eyebrow, “Hmm. Yes, I suppose it was rather torturous at first. A pleasurable sort of torture. Still, I would like to reciprocate.”

“I know,” they put their hand on his cheek, “Someday. But for now, can I focus on pleasuring you?”

“Do you truly expect me to say no?” he asked, sounding amused, “As long as you don’t feel I’m neglecting you, I will agree to your terms.”

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