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If there was anything Allen was certain of while being stuck in a shitty Viltrumite prison, it was that the food was terrible. And also that he was totally, definitely getting through to Nolan. He had to be if his recent responses were anything to go by. Instead being full on ignored or on the receiving end of annoyed mental grunts, he was actually getting responses out of the weathered man. 

They were still lacking joy and kindness but he knew the Nolan couldn't help it, they were in a prison after all. It also didn't help that they couldn't speak face to face, some things were lost with mental conversations. Even presence was enough to connect with someone, and they didn't have that. All they had were gray walls, white suits, shitty food and even shittier windows. 

It wasn't like Allen hated the sight of stars, he very much enjoyed their sparkle, constant and steady in the monotony of prison life. It was more so that he couldn't be out there with them. But he could suffer it, anything for the sake of the mission, for a chance at an ally. 

It's this thought that occupies his mind as he's led through a hallway back to his cell, their purple captors had attempted another experiment on him. They failed of course, terribly, having lost two of their own to the ricochet of a stray laser. He couldn't help it if his new body was stronger than their puny lasers.

They stall in front of the familiar door and deposit him into his room, departing before he can finish yelling, "Nice try this time guys!", over his shoulder.  

He's well into staring out into space, thinking about flying through it, when he notices he's not alone in his cell. 

Turning fully towards his guest, or more likely the rooms owner, he offers a kind (and verbal) , "Oh, Hi Nolan." 

From across the room, sitting against the wall, the recipient shoots him an unimpressed look. 

"Sheesh, no 'Hi Allen, nice to see you' or even just a 'hello'?"

Allen receives the same look as before, now paired with a harsh, "Hi."

"Nice to see you too Nolan." He roles his eye, sitting down halfway across the room, where he would usually sit in his own. 

It's almost exactly the same as his, save the graying Viltrumite glaring at him from the corner. 

"So, have any idea of this is permanent?"

Nolan rudely responds, "Shut up." 

And that's all that occurs during their first day as room mates. 

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The next day bears no sign of their captors returning to take Allen back to his own cell, instead one passes by in the, assumed, morning and afternoon to pass a single tray of food through the door. That either meant that the prison was broke, that this was some new form of punishment, or that someone had royally fucked up. 

Allen was kind of hoping it was the latter. He also thought that he liked having a room mate. Even if it had just taken one night, being with someone else felt way better than being alone in his own cell. He could even talk to Nolan face to face, using his own mouth. 

Surprisingly, their verbal conversations didn't garner any attention from outside the cell, even if they were mostly short and sweet. 

"So, what do you like to do in your free time?"

"Leave me alone."

"What kind of food does Earth have?"

"I am trying to take a nap."

"Do they give you different food? Because if they do, I am totally not jealous."

"Every prisoner gets the same meal."

Right, this was a Viltrumite prison. He was rooming with a Viltrumite prisoner. He had access to an untapped wealth of knowledge, the only barrier to it was a grumpy old man who was not enjoying having a room mate as much as he was. 

Allen would have to tread lightly. 

"Any idea when they're going to execute you?"

He hears a sigh, "Probably within the month, if they do it too late then the execution fails tradition."

"Ooh, how so?"

"I'm not going to tell you that."

Maybe he laid it on too thick. Or, alternatively, maybe there were some secrets he couldn't share, even as a dead man walking. 

When he tries again, after their shared dinner, he gets nothing out of Nolan, who elects to turn in early and sleep. 

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When he wakes up the next, again assumed to be, morning he's right next to Nolan himself. Not cuddling him or anything, just right up next to him. Maybe he was subconsciously taking being alone in a prison cell worse than he thought.  

The other man surprisingly lays still, dead asleep even as Allen moves away from him to avoid any awkwardness that might come about. He couldn't know how chill Viltrumites, or even just Nolan, were with that kind of closeness. So, instead of staying and enjoying the warmth, he elected to preserve the little good graces he had with the man.

A man who slept until after their morning meal was delivered. Which was very rude, and odd, considering he knew his fellow prison pal to be an early riser.

Actually, thinking back on it, he didn't think Viltrumites needed sleep all that much at all. But, Nolan was still healing or something, so he could give the man some leeway for wasting the day sleeping. 

He spent the empty morning thinking of ways to subtly interrogate him about Viltrum and it's people, fully launching his plan after Nolan woke. 

"So uh, how do Viltrumites have kids? Like is your stuff universal or.... Actually, know that I think about it, I've never really seen or heard of Viltrumite children, besides Mark and that purple guy you talked about."

In between the verbal trains of thought, Nolan pauses eating to respond, "I'm not going to answer that." He continues after with, "It's complicated." 

"Okay, I'll take that for an answer I guess." It wasn't like Allen had a choice, his only source was still reluctant to divulge anything. 

later that day Allen bladder makes itself known. He, of course, lets his roomie know as it's generally rude to pull down your pants and start pissing without giving anyone nearby a warning.

"I don't know how prudish you are but I have to piss, just letting you know. So I am going to go over here," he nears their shared toilet, "and let it rain."

"Ugh." Is all he hears from behind him.

Suddenly he feels defensive just for needing to pee, "Well you don't have to look, I was just letting you know because I don't know how sensitive you guys are about this stuff." 

Then the trickle starts, and the relief is quick to follow. 

When he finishes the job he turns around to see Nolan also turned around, staring at the wall away from the commode. Soon after he grumpily lays down and falls asleep. 

That's all he gets out of day two of being roomies.

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Nolan was, again, right up next to him when Allen woke up, or maybe it was the other way around. He personally couldn't tell anymore. Somehow, someway, they ended up next to each other during the night.  

Along with that, this time the man felt noticeably warmer against him. And, if he listened closely, he could almost hear him breathing heavier than usual. Just barely. 

That day Nolan doesn't wake up, not even slightly from the jostling Allen delivers him or from being right up in his face to listen for breathing. It almost worries him but his prison pal was strong, it was literally a defining trait of his species, so he would probably be fine in a day or two. 

He reasoned that if Nolan didn't awaken by the next day then he would probably a have genuine reason to worry. Sleeping this much wasn't something he knew to be normal for Viltrumites, they were notoriously hardy. 

Allen passes the time by eating their lunch and dinner as slow as possible, which is almost a form of torture in and of itself, and by planning out his next questions. 

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Day five of being roommates with his prison pal starts with an intense heat hugging his left side. It's not insanely hot but it's enough to make him sweat, and when he peals off the source for some relief his hands find the familiar squish of hard muscle.

When he looks down, it's to the sight of Nolan subconsciously gripping his side. It's an effort to finish pulling him away, the strong arms encircling his waist refuse to give until their owner actually starts to wake up. 

Allen decides to say something before it gets too awkward, it wasn't that he didn't like a good cuddle, he just didn't think they were that close yet.

"Oh hey buddy, get lonely last night?"

His former side spoon rolls over heavily and only answers with a tired groan.

Allen crawls over to look over him, "Not to be on the nose but I don't think you're doing too hot." 

"No, I'm not." Nolan grumbles, taking one glance at Allen from below before quickly covering his eyes with an arm.

"Are you sick? Because I don't really feel like catching anything and you've been kind of buddy buddy with me as of late."

His question is met with a heavy sigh, "No, this is worse." the response is laden with deep breathes. 

Suddenly Nolan, seemingly having found the energy, gets up only sit against the closest wall. The short trip of full of deep breathes and when he sits he does so with a loud groan. The display urges some worry in him. If his prison pal wasn't sick but still had something going on that was somehow 'worse', what could it even be?

"Are you going to be okay? Can I help at all?" 

Nolan takes in a sharp breathe at his question, before moving his hands to rest over his crotch. The action brings his attention to the area, to the very apparent boner Nolan was poorly trying to hide.

"Woah, dude do you have a boner right now? I mean I get having morning wood and all but it looks a bit too strong for that."

A blush creeps over Nolans cheeks, "It's not my fault, I can't control it." He sounds almost frustrated as his hands shift over the bulge.  

Allen didn't know many guys who could control their boners, but okay. 

Nolans breathing grows heavier and he shifts uncomfortably in his spot, hands still covering the even larger bugle in his prison pants. 

The situation was getting weirder by the minute, starting from the moment he woke up, "Dude are you okay? Should I call for someone? Are you going to explode or someth-"

"Allen! Shut up," Nolan harshly interrupts, "I need you to listen to me closely for the next few minutes, okay?"

"Sheesh, okay. Go ahead buddy."

That incites an exasperated groan from the other man, who continues with, "Listen, in the next few hours I am going to be very...," he pauses as if searching for a better word, "horny."

"Oh."

"Yes, 'oh'."

"Is this normal or....?"

"No, it very much is not."

The blush that had formed earlier was gone, swallowed up by the flushing of the rest of his skin. Sweat was also beginning to take form on it's surface, forming into small beads that made his skin glisten in the lights of their cell. Allen could almost feel the heat radiating off of him from the few feet away he was from the other man.

He was still just as confused as he was a minute ago, all he had so far was that his room mate was probably going to be going at it for some reason or another, "I gotta ask, what exactly is going on here, because I have never seen this happen before."

Nolan attempts to get up and fails, electing to settle back down in his spot against the wall.

He sighs one more before finally answering, "It's a Viltrumite secret, closely guarded for a more than a millennium. Releasing this secret in any capacity is supposed to be a crime but...," he took on a somber look, "I'm already set for execution, there isn't any other crime I could commit that can change my fate."

If it was a that serious, there was a chance it could be used again the Viltrum Empire. Allen shuffles closer, eager to hear for anything useful.

The other man continued, "This secret is relates to our reproductive abilities. Where most species have two sexes to reproduction, my kind had a secondary system with three. It was an archaic dynamic, alphas could impregnate and omegas could become pregnant." He turned away from Allen for the next part, "I am now finding that I am the third dynamic, as a beta I can do both." 

A species having three defined sexes was most definitely uncommon, so much to the point that he had forgotten about their existence until Nolan had started with his newest crime. His personal experience as an evaluator for the Coalition was even proof of it's rareness, out of all of the planets he visited none were like this.

He couldn't even imagine how it worked. Additionally he, for the life of him, couldn't even imagine Nolan pregnant, it just didn't work.

"Okay, um, I see. So can you get pregnant then?"

Nolan shot him a glare, "I could now. Betas in our species have the ability to change their bodies to become exactly the same as the other sexes. Except, it can't be done on purpose, it's all subconscious, based on how we view ourselves in relation to others, purely on domination. If we feel dominant over another, our bodies turn us into alphas, submission lowers us to become omegas." He finished he spiel with a shudder.

"So, are you becoming an omega right now, because if you are I don't think prison is the best time or place to do so."

"No, I already am one, my body must've changed as I slept. And, it's not like I wanted to be an omega during my execution, I think being in prison did it for me."

He looked down almost shamefully, "I guess I've submitted," then he gave a dry laugh, "Executions are supposed to be timely in order to avoid this, so that we can die as alphas and be left with that honor."

"That sucks and all but what does you being an omega now have to do with all of this?" Allen gestured towards Nolan's flushed form, boner still poking at the air. 

"I'm pretty sure I'm entering a heat right now, it's biological and encourages omegas to copulate and get pregnant. I can't stop it for however long it lasts and it will be extremely painful for me." His hands tightened over the bulge.

Viltrumite biology did NOT sound fun at all, being in pain like that was just generally unfair, "Once again that sucks." Then Allen pauses to consider asking the next question.

He didn't want his new roomie to be in pain, but it was looking like helping would probably involve doing something borderline sexual. Though, Nolan being a friend was weighing heavier in his mind than the latter.

"Can I help out, like at all?"

The other man hesitated before giving in and responding, "You can help but It's a lot to ask of you."

"Buddy, nothing you could ask of me will be too much."

"I might need you to help satiate the urges."

Oh. He would have to get it on with Nolan. It wasn't an unpleasant idea, it was something to change the monotony of prison, and he'd be helping a friend in need. But, he did have a girlfriend, it wasn't like he was avoidant of encounters with men, but he was a loyal guy. 

Though, she would support him no matter what, especially if it meant helping out a friend, and by relation, the fight against the Viltrum empire. 

"Sure, why not."

At that a Nolan let loose the tight breath he held while Allen was busy contemplating. 

"Great, because I've been ready for the past half hour." He tenderly lifted his hands form his crotch and spread his legs to showcase the near bursting mound at the center of his pants. 

After bracing one hand against the ground he moved the other to palm at the bulge, gasping at the first contact. Even though his touches were light he reacted as if he were already close to orgasm, with shudders and tightly closed eyes. 

Allen moved closer after refocusing, as seeing Nolan freely touching himself had delivered a small shock to his system. He settled between the spread legs, grabbing them to push them further apart, an action that shifted Nolan downwards against the wall. 

The older mans eyes peered at him from below, all hot and needy like nothing he had ever seen before.

"Is there something specific I should do?"

Between gasps the Viltrumite answered, " I don't care what you do, just touch me."

"Alright if you say so."

With granted permission Allen pushed past the frenzied palm and took hold of the bulge himself, eliciting a sharp grasp from it's owner. The package was heavy and obscenely warm, Nolan almost vibrated with each experimental squeeze he gave it. 

His fingers explored the shape of it, moving lower to feel for the squish of his balls, stroking the length of what he deciphered to be a sizable dick, thumbing the tip which, was already moistening the pants against the pad of his finger. He pressed harder into it, moving the thumb around in a circle, forcing the cloth of the mans pants into friction against the sensitive skin underneath. 

That finally rewarded him with a moan, is was soft and barely audible against the blood rushing in his ears, but based on how 'him helping' was already going it was probably going to be nothing compared to the other moans he could probably get out of the man. 

He gave it final heavy squeeze before looking towards the source of the moan, meeting the eyes of the other man. They locked on him, and on everything he did to him, still burning with that same and intense need. 

"What do you say, should we let him out?" he nodded towards Nolan's dick, still somehow trapped in his shitty prison pants. 

The response came quick and heavy, "Do it."

Taking his length out was quick work, it was almost as eager as he was to be set free, springing into the air to pointing upwards the moment the waist band finally passed over the tip. The elastic squished the balls against it's base as it settled beneath them.

It was an amazing sight, Nolan spread wide legged to show off his cock, it's eagerness betraying his own. It too shone as his skin did, gleaming with a light sweat that accentuated the veins trailing downwards, disappearing into a deep bush of black hair. The tip was round and swollen, already bleeding precum from the small hole at it's center. 

Then Allen noticed something peculiar about Nolan's dick.

"Viltrumites get circumcisions?"

"No, we don't need circumcisions, we're born without foreskins."

"Interesting." Was all he could muster in response, learning his enemies circumcisions practices was not part of his agenda, but neither was having sex with his friend. 

Allen finally grabbed the member, enclosing it in his scaled hand. It was heavy, even though it's initial bounciness said otherwise. The girth of it was large too, not so large that he couldn't close his hand but enough that each stroke meant almost full contact with the skin of his fingers and palm. 

His hand eagerly worked up and down, the skin hardly seemed to move from how swollen Nolan's cock was. Each upwards motion bringing hand closer to the tip elicited a shudder, moan, or deep breathe from him; his head curling forwards towards the source of pleasure. 

The noises he made gradually got louder, rising in volume until Allen no longer had to strain to hear the reactions. Allen too, grew closer to the other man and because of their positioning he heard them nearly right in his ear. Nolan's breathe was hot, almost like steam against his scales. 

A burning started to coil in his own crotch. It seemed Nolan's reactions were enticing the part of him that always enjoyed good company and a good time.

The breathing in his ear picked up, as did the pace of his strokes, which only stuttered when Nolan grabbed his shoulders as he fully leaned forwards, bracing himself for the soon coming orgasm. An action that pushed the noises even closer into his ear. 

Between quickening strokes Allen noted that the coiling was turning into a physical reaction in his own pants. 

Suddenly the hands that gripped onto his shoulder were pulling him down as Nolan came, curling all parts of himself inwards, gasping loudly at the pleasure. He released the pull, but not the hold as the final shudders of his orgasm passed through him, allowing Allen to pause and look down at his success. 

A hot moisture was rapidly cooling against the friction warmed skin of his hand, it was the other mans cum, successfully enticed from him. It was so warm that for a moment he didn't even register that Nolan had ejaculated in the first place, needing to be pulled down by it's force coursing through Nolan just to see proof of it. 

It was also white and silvery, different from Allen's, which he knew to be a muted blue. 

Nolan kept breathing in his ear, closer now than ever, and behind the sight of his soiled hand he noticed something. Nolan was still hard. Very hard. 

"Dude are you still horny, because I think you're still hard."

"I very much still am. I told you this would be a big ask." he said hoarsely. 

Allen hummed to himself as he thought of what to do next. Nolan didn't just look '1 more round' hard, he looked hard enough for twenty more. He also couldn't just give him hand jobs, that would be cruel, and also because even if Viltrumites were insanely durable he didn't want to risk accidently rubbing off the skin of Nolan's dick.

There was only one logical choice.

"Is it okay if I suck your dick?"

"I already told you I don't care what you do."

He only hummed in agreement before removing himself from Nolan's grip, lowering himself to the floor in front of him to be eye level with pulsing limb. It definitely different looking at it closely, each vein was an angry red, and it looked almost larger. Though, not too large for Allen. 

Without putting it in is mouth he teased it, blowing hot air at the tip until Nolan whined. A new sound, one that went straight towards his dick. He elected to ignore his own growing need and focused on Nolan, slowly taking the tip into his mouth. 

The sudden change from teasing to hot and wet warmth had Nolan slightly bucking his hips, groaning at the temporary satisfaction. 

Allen kept the tip in the forefront of his mouth, swirling his thick tongue around the equally thick head, prodding at the hole in the center, taking in the taste of him. A hard endeavor with Nolan's hips moving in subconscious need, every pass of his tongue allowed the cock to slide deeper into his mouth. It slid deeper and deeper until the bush of hair began to tickle at his nose, until he was all the way inside Allen's mouth. 

He didn't yet move, still deciding on how Nolan tasted. His cum was salty, as was the sweat, and the skin was plump against his teeth. So plump he almost worried that the slightest graze of teeth would cause injury, but he knew better than that. All the while Nolan struggled to get friction from his mouth, moving back and forth less than subconsciously in an attempt to feel something. 

Allen finally pulled back, letting the ridges of the veins pass through his lips until he once again reached the tip, pausing to look up at Nolan with an eager eye. The other man paused his rocking and looked down, meeting his gaze with the same lustful look as before, only more needy and more desperate. 

Then Allen looked away and descended. Returning upwards again before repeating the frictioning motion. The pace was slow, for both of their pleasures. Allen derived his from Nolan's and Nolan's was apparent as he breathed in and out with each motion, matching Allen's pace. A pace that quickened over time as Allen grew more eager to make Nolan cum again. 

The other man finally returned to rocking his hips into Allen's mouth, each steady thrust eagerly finding the back of Allen's throat.  

Suddenly Allen decided to actually start sucking, humming in slight laughter as the action once again shook Nolan from his thrusting. The reaction was emboldening, and soon Allen's hands were on Nolan's wide hips, doing the thrusting for him. The Viltrumite stopped attempting to thrust all together, letting himself be handled, enjoying the slick warmth and pressure enveloping his dick until suddenly his back was on the floor. 

Allen had zealously risen to his knees, a motion lost on him with his mind fully focused on the task at hand. With Nolan still suctioned to his mouth, the action had drug the other man completely to the floor. His hips sat in Allen lap as the Unopan continued to move them back and forth, working his dick into his mouth. Nolan's legs flung wildly in the air with each motion, until they finally came to bounce against Allen's thick shoulders. 

Allen, who kept vigorously working at Nolan's near exploding cock. Sloppily working his tongue around all parts of his member, eagerly caressing any skin it could touch with it's slimy warmth. So much so that leaking drool was even making its way trough Nolan's bush, going so far that beads of it began to drip down his exposed abdomen. 

Until, with a sharp stuttering moan and a harsh buck, Nolan released into his mouth.

With that Allen released the older man from his mouth, dropping his hips onto his lap. As the other rode through the rest of his orgasm, Allen let the hot concoction of spit and cum that had pooled in his mouth drip onto the tip of Nolan's dick, eliciting an extra shiver from the man below. 

At the end of the ride, they both sat, breathing heavily from the release. It took all of 5 seconds for Allen to notice that Nolan was still hard. It took longer to realize that Nolan could probably feel his own hardness, poking into his ass as he sat in his lap. 

"Sorry, I think I got a bit to excited." Allen said sheepishly gesturing to their new position, and the newest erection in the room. 

He moved to change their position when Nolan interrupted, "Stop, it's fine." 

Nolan took his forearm in a burning grip and gazed at him from below. If the previous sight of Nolan presenting his cock was a shock than this one was a gift. 

From all his squirming and shivering Nolan's hair was a wild mess, moistened as the rest of him was with sweat. One thick leg hung to the side and the other dangled off his shoulder. Chiseled abs and stomach shone at him from below, revealed as his shirt had ridden up, glistening from the drool he had left behind sucking his dick. The pants too had ridden down, exposing more than just Nolan's swollen penis and balls. His gaze, shivering and burning as the rest of him was, was concentrated solely on Allen. And Allen's dick. 

From Nolan's gasping mouth came a husky whisper, "You can do it. I think I want you to."

"Are you sure?" Allen was starting to worry about going too far. Sucking your friends dick was already a surefire way to makes things awkward.

"I'm sure, remember what I said earlier? That still stands. So please, Allen."

"Alright." He gave in, permission was enough to sideline any inhibitions he had. 

He took grip of Nolan's hips again, readjusting them so that his cock could line up easier with Nolan's ass, even if it wasn't ready yet. The direct line of sight to it made him shiver in anticipation, and he could almost feel himself surging towards it. 

But not yet, not until Nolan's ass was ready.

Allen eagerly got to work, pressing a large thumb to the surface of the hole to familiarize it's owner with the presence. The first touch resulted in a slight jump and a wary clench in the soft wrinkles under the pad of his thumb. The digit got to work kneading at the skin of the area, introducing pressure. He worked the entire area, pressing into cheek and into rim, pushing circles into and around the tight hole. Which clenched on and off with every one of his motions. Below him, Nolan gave a dazed whimper. 

"Sorry buddy, I just don't want to go too fast." 

"I'll be okay, I'm a Viltrumite." came softly in the same direction. It was turning out the earlier Nolan was right, he was indeed very horny.

"Right, okay." 

He got back to work, and replaced his thumb with a spit moistened finger. Placing it on the hole earned him a shiver. Going further and needing into it earned him that and a moan. The orange digit nudged lightly at the edges of the whole, pushing them away from the small opening until Allen could comfortably slip the the tip of it inside.

From the foreign presence, the older man gave a short gasp. 

Nolan's insides were unbelievably warm, burning almost. They greedily enveloped Allen's finger, clenching and pulling at it until his knuckle was brushing up against the skin of Nolan's ass. He cautiously flexed it, curling it amongst the wet insides. 

Allen didn't feel anything solid, which was great because their cell didn't come with a sink. 

Pushing aside his thoughts, Allen began to work at stretching Nolan's ass. The finger inside kept at curling and uncurling, pushing away tight walls to make room for another finger, and for something much larger than that. 

As the insides gave in to his work, he made sure to push his hand up and around, straining the tight edges of the hole. Above the steady movement of his hand Allen noticed that above it, Nolan was back to palming at his dick.

Taking it as a sign the he was going too slow, Allen held open the rim, allowing for him to insert his other finger into Nolan's ass. The new pressure gave Nolan's rubbing a slight pause, before it restarted at an even faster pace. 

Allen's fingers worked together, moving in that same pattern as before. Curling and pushing, even scissoring inside, in order to stretch the man even wider. With both fingers inside, he could push even further, shoving his knuckles inside for more width. His hand traveled so deeply that only his thumb stook out, braced against the outside skin for better leverage. 

Luckily there were still no solids. 

Curling at a new depth, Allen's fingers hit something based on Nolan's reaction. His rubbing was replaced with a tight grip on his cock, as if he were bracing for something, and a loud moan escaped him as he arched against the floor, sending Allen's fingers right back into the spot that caused the reaction. 

In worry he pulled the digits back, only for Nolan's hips to quickly comeback down on them. The other man pulled upwards and lowered himself again, carefully riding Allen's fingers as he searched for that same spot. The sight of the man desperately riding just his fingers enticed something in him and the burning in his pants worsened. Dick long forgotten by its owner, Allen watched as it swung with each downward thrust upon his hand. Which he curled away from where he knew the spot to be, every time Nolan drew close to it. 

A few desperate thrusts later, he pulled his hand from Nolan's warmth and took in his handiwork. While not large enough to be comfortable from the get go, it was enough to avoid major discomfort. Pink and moist insides glistened at him from in the enlarged hole, it's edges desperately attempting to clench closed, unable to from Allen's diligent stretching. 

"Alright, I think this is a good point to actually start."

From below Nolan responded only with a moan. 

The sound, again, went straight to his dick, which was finally going to be getting some attention. It was obvious, ready and pointed in his pants. He made to finally release it from them, the first and slightest touch sending tingles down his sides. When it sprung free, it stood upwards, just as Nolan's did.

Not being able to help himself Allen compared their dicks. They were both similar, large and rippling with veins, and both lacked foreskin, although he now knew it to be for differing reasons. There was, of course, the glaring difference that Allen's dick was a bright scaled orange compared to Nolan's, the tip of it was already smeared with precum, a blue that he was hoping hadn't already stained his pants. And there was also the other difference that Allen's came with built in ribbing. 

Besides having one eye, being a Unopan came with it's advantages. 

He grabbed Nolan's hips once more, as they had shifted from his riding, and pulled them closer to his crotch. Teasing the widened hole with the sides of his dick, he introduced wetness and a foreign warmth, sending even more shivers through him.

Nolan, unappreciative of Allen's teasing, attempting to maneuver his entrance towards the tip, shifting against the orange.

He only stopped when the tip met the entrance. Needing it was different from doing it. Allen glanced up for a final approval, and was met with a heated, final nod. 

Pressing the tip in was no easy task, everything about Nolan was still briming with density. 

With one hand on his own dick, and another guiding Nolan by his thigh, he pressed forward, stopping at the lower end of his large tip. Just the heat of the entrance was enough to make Allen shiver, the paired wetness and pressure resulted in a moan. 

Slowly, while Nolan's ass clenched to brace for it, Allen slid the rest of his length inside. The shove was hindered by the remaining tightness, each inch was introduced into Nolan's sweltering heat slower than the last. The ridges of his bounced over each bump of ribbing and struggled over the girthy midsection of his cock, only relaxing as Allen's trimmed hair ultimately met his skin. 

All of Allen was inside of Nolan, who looked up at him with a sure but hazy glance. 

A look he returned before retracting his dick. A slow motion that blew open Nolan's eyes, framed by sweaty disheveled hair. He pulled and pulled until the only the tip, with the rest of him waiting anxiously to reenter.  

As much as he wanted to slam back into him, he couldn't. It was too violent for something meant to help a friend. 

Instead he pushed inward a fraction faster than he had before, giving Nolan's body a slight shove a he went. The friction was hot, and the all encompassing pressure made him more eager to continue as he finally entered a slow thrusting motion. 

He moved against Nolan's body, pushing and pulling in a steady pace. Where Allen's body went, Nolan's followed, pulled along by his own tightness. They moved in tandem, Nolan sliding against the floor to nudge the wall and Allen moving closer with each thrust. 

Thrusts that soon quickened as a growing wetness soothed the tight pressure of Nolan's ass. As Allen went faster, the thrusts grew tighter distance. His cock slid in, quickly forcing the ribbing through the hole each time, and out, leaving Nolan empty for only a short moment. 

With the increased speed came an intensified force, their slight but heavy movements moved them against the wall until Allen was fervently rutting into the other man, forcing him against it. Nolan curled forwards against the metal, bracing his hands on the floor for each thrust. Unable to even think about pleasuring himself, he could only moan in enjoyment, each one escaping as Allen rammed into him.  

Above him Allen eyes caught sight of the smooth skin of Nolan's abs, inspiring him to reach forward and take hold of his side. In the corner of his eye he caught a flinging calve by the knee other hand, offering Allen an even better grip than before. 

With a new grip he began moving even faster, slightly shifting Nolan at an angle with each thrust until the tip of his dick was hitting a the spot. One that had Nolan gasping, moaning at an even louder volume. His back arched in the opposite direction, betraying the ecstasy coursing through the Viltrumite. 

While the sound would have usually produced a reaction in Allen, he was already deep in the throws of sexual fever. His ribbing hitting the edges of Nolan's hole sent small vibrations down his dick, and his friends burning wetness offered a great friction against it. The tip felt the brunt of it, having to reopen a closing tight tunnel with each push. 

Inside, that coil of his was red-hot, and he was already near bursting. All of the pleasure derived from fucking Nolan was spreading through his body, tingling at the tops of his thighs and in the cheeks of his face. It was an enjoyable sear, sitting just under the skin.

Suddenly the heat he was pounding into clenched tightly around him, lost in his own joy he almost missed Nolan climaxing. It was almost violent the way his arch deepened, how he exploded onto himself, coating his abdomen with thick streaks of cum, moaning louder than he ever had. The crushing tightness didn't let up as Nolan rode out his orgasm, slightly rocking to offer himself small dregs of pleasure that wouldn't send him completely over the edge of stimulation.

Allen was sure that his own asshole had to be clenching too. 

Nolan's orgasm did nothing to stall Allen's, as he kept at ramming into the other man as best as he could. Impeded by Nolan's Viltrumite strength acting subconsciously in his climax. 

An unsteadiness came about, and the burning increased and spread through his skin until it instantly flipped over into all encompassing euphoria. With a shout, blue cum shot out of his dick into Nolan's ass, joining the wetness already present there.

He too shook and rocked as it coursed through him, but where Nolan was careful, he instead greedily took any extra pleasure produced by the motion. 

When it finished he pull from Nolan's ass, which was beginning to loosen from it's tight grip. Pulling it out completely, he let slap down onto Nolan's thigh, next to his dick. It dripped blue specks onto the abused skin underneath, a sight repeated by Nolan's gaping ass.

Pooling out of the the loosened hole was more of his own cum. He watched as a large bead dripped down Nolan's ass and fell to the ground. 

They both sat there, half naked but fully satisfied as they caught their breathes. 

In between the breathes it finally occurred to Allen that he full on had sex with Nolan, who didn't look as if he hated it. Instead the other man sported a look of contentment and relief. Relief that showed, as his dick no longer stood up straight as it had before. Nolan's cock was finally as soft and pliant as the man himself. 

It was worth it, even if it was a little self centered, there was no way Nolan could say they weren't at least  friends, and a good friend was a good ally. 

Below him, his friend gave him a tired but thankful look, "Care to help me up?"

Allen gave a small laugh at his candid ask, "Hah, yeah hold on." 

Tucking himself in was no easy task, the skin of his dick was overly sensitive, it was almost painful to give it a quick clean with the inside of his pants. Once he finished replacing his waistband he moved onto Nolan, who had already finished putting himself away. 

He reached up with an arm as if needing help to stand, but not even a foot from the floor he winced, gave up and let Allen lower him back down. Avoiding the puddle of cum on the floor, he gingerly scooted to a different spot against the wall. 

"I guess I'll be stuck down here for a bit."

Allen moved to sit next to him, "Yeah, that's my bad."

Nolan shot him a tired slight grin, " It's alright, thank you. I think you really helped me out. I probably would've worse off if you weren't here." 

"Yeah, being horny like for a while would not have been fun." 

He rolled his eyes at that and nudged Allen away from him, "Alright. Find a different spot, I think I want to take a nap right now."

Moving away he retorted, "Sheesh, you help a man out and he kicks you to the curb." 

Nolan ignored him as he settled against the floor, a good ways away from the mess drying on the floor. 

Not even a biting response. It looked like Nolan really was becoming a friend, and he was even already helping as an Ally. It made sense why Viltrumites were forbidden from sharing that information, a secret of that caliber turned a beast of man into a needy mess. 

A secret that boiled down to some Viltrumites being able to change into being able to get pregnant. 

Wait. 

"Dude, did I impregnate you !?"

"Shut up Allen."