Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

PEYDRAN

"We still have a third storm, Pey'o," Ren said, threading his fingers through mine on my right hand, which was wrapped around his waist. I was leaning back against the padded pale grey headboard of our bed, with Ren snuggled between my legs acting like I was his personal lounge chair as we cuddled under the dark blue duvet. A pad hovered before us displaying the stream site Within and Without: A Tindin Journey With Erotica by Sibsil Creed.

It was a decidedly cozy way to start the day. I'd already greeted the sun, showered, breakfasted, and enjoyed some sexy time with my Ahtah, my one and only. I'd told Gorshen I was taking five days off, and he was in charge of Produced by Peydran so I could spend time with Ren.

I was never really sure what Ren was thinking or intending, exactly. His thoughts seemed to flow in directions I'd never thought of or even knew were possible. So, I tried to keep up and remembered to listen and be open to him. The man's sexual curiosity seemed to have no limits, so I'd decided to just keep being open there too.

This "three times" thing was something new we were trying. It'd started a couple of days ago when right after climax Ren had said, "Do you think it's like this for girls?" And for some reason, I had thought he wanted to role play.

"You want to role play that we're lesbians?" I'd asked, and I'd been wondering how I was going to do that. Could I pretend to have a vagina? Is that a thing people do?

Should we get toys? Strap ons? But we already had two dicks in the bed. "I might be able to find some erotica books for girls that could help."

"WHAT?!" Ren had exclaimed laughing hysterically. As though I was the insanely curious one in the bed, not him. "Lesbians? Well, I guess… options are always good."

By then we both had to catch our breaths because we were in stitches, and I still had no idea what he'd meant. "No, girls, like, they don't have to recover. Isn't it just like one long hard on for them? Multiple orgasms all night long? Is this what multiple orgasms are like for girls? Wait, Pey'o have you ever tried a girl?"

Giggling like a mad fool, I couldn't even speak, so I just nodded. That made Ren throw his head back in laughter, and it was the loudest bellow I'd heard from him yet.

"Wait, wait, Peydran. Did it work?" I shook my head in reply.

Rocking with laughter, Ren said, "Well, at least one of us actually knows a little bit about girls. But you didn't find out about girl multiple orgasms did you? Do you really want to role play that we're lesbians?"

"Me?! Ren, that was YOUR idea!"

We both sounded like we were about to puke because we were laughing so hard.

"What did I say about lesbians? I didn't say anything like that! But if it's what you want, we can figure it out."

I shook my head, "No, no, I don't know what this conversation is about anymore, but please. Something else if that's not what you meant. You said something about girls, Ren."

"I meant the constant tingly feeling, even though I just came so hard it ripped me in two. Usually I'd crash after that, but not now. It's not going away. Like, aren't we going to sleep ever again? I mean, I definitely go into song-writing frenzies where I don't sleep much for a week or more at a time. But that's different."

"This is like a non-stop sex song. There's no denouement. It's just crescendo to climax and then another crescendo to climax. We don't ever come down for a break. And it's good, and I like it, but it's almost getting painful, isn't it Pey'o? We're not even hard right now, but there's still all this arousal. I mean, aren't you tired?"

I was, and I knew exactly what he'd meant. We couldn't stop. We'd just keep going until we got hard again. There was no break, and he was right about it ripping me in two. They weren't normal orgasms.

"I think, Ren. Well, I have just some vague theories. Honestly, I think we're experiencing something I've read about in Tindin erotica books. It's like what I told you about with Ryst— that mystical force of nature called erotica. It's what the old books call the part of nature that keeps everything in a constant cycle of creation. You know, the Winthin and Without book we published on the stream— Ryst's book? It's all about connecting to this mystical force and intentionally using it."

"I think something like that is happening with us because we both want something that's beyond routine, normal boyfriends just dating and fucking. We want something more, so we keep connecting, and then there's lights and colors and orgasms beyond anything I've ever imagined."

"And then, well, the tingling feeling isn't going away, maybe because we're still pulling all that erotica into our bodies? Like it's still just flowing into us, unobstructed? I don't know, I'm just theorizing here. But we should be able to intend to disconnect from it. That sounds really rude, though. Like— I don't want to push you away, Ren. That thought makes me sick."

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"No, no it's not about pushing me away. Maybe we just need to think of it. . . the mystical force. So, eroticism, it's a force outside of us? In nature? Makes everything keep reproducing and keep going? Mmm," he nodded.

"Yeah, so it's like wind. Sometimes you need wind for a storm. Sometimes it's just a nice soft breeze. And other times, it's not even there except in a memory. So, what if we choose when to be stormy? That's not too bad sounding is it? Maybe we have two or three storms, then we choose for things to turn into a soft breeze for awhile so we can talk more and sleep?"

That was all it had taken for our current strategy to get started 2 days ago. It was working, and we'd been sleeping and eating like normal, regular people. We had one more storm this morning before we reached the quota, and we were reading our way through Within and Without: A Tindin Journey With Erotica By Sibsil Creed on the stream.

That had been Ren's idea too. I hadn't wanted to read Ryst's book again, but he'd just shaken his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. There's this book on stream by someone called 'Sibsil Creed,' an obviously stupid pen name, and I'm going to read it. Do you want to read it with me, Peydran?"

That's how I'd gotten started reading it for the second time— by thinking that I was reading it for the first time as a book I'd found with my boyfriend on stream. It helped to think about reading it from Ren's point of view.

I was pretty sure Ren was trying to figure out how to have telepathic sex. And I would try to help him because whatever we had done that first night when I had opened to Ren, and he had somehow filled my body with himself. . . . Well, was that telepathy? It wasn't words. I just felt Ren. I knew what he was feeling. I knew that he had felt understood for the first time in his life.

I knew that his mind was so, so different than mine. Like I was a single note, just one straight line of a note. Play one note on a keyboard and hold it: that's Peydran Madrano. And Ren was a symphony. Something I could never imagine trying to write down.

I'd tried to think of other metaphors for us. Like, what is a computer code compared to a symphony? What's the equivalent? I still hadn't thought of anything complex enough. An entire sphere's worth of computers were not complex enough to describe Ren Crieve's mind.

I wanted to experience that closeness again. And he wanted it too, but from the glimpse I'd had into Ren's mind, I knew we'd never do the same thing twice. If it happened again, it would happen creatively and inventively. So, I was just continuing to be open and to listen. My magic man would figure it out.

"Mmm. Interesting idea. I'm trying to figure out how to be an objective observer. I don't think I'm a good observer. I don't think I can get that far removed from things."

"The very fact that you are saying that tells me otherwise, Ro," I told him.

"Heh," he chuckled, elbowing me playfully. "Alright, maybe. You think you could really do this? Would you want to? I guess it's kind of sexy." Ren said.

He was referencing the Within and Without suggested exercise which involved one partner self-satisfying whilst the other partner observed them, noticing everything about how the body of the person being pleasured responded, but not participating. Only watching. Noticing their breaths hitching, their nipples tightening, how taught the genitals became, what did the feet do? Or the pupils in the eyes?

Basically, cataloguing the entire sensory experience. You were supposed to do it at least once as the observer and once as the person self pleasuring. But that was only a suggestion to open the reader to participate in sensual awareness, which the book said was best undertaken in a self-exploratory way.

Since my cybernetic surgery, I'd become masterful at sensory awareness; I'd had to. It was the only way to learn to control the augmented metal hand I now had. So, I thought this sexual version of sensory awareness was pretty basic.

But I told Ren instead, "Once you read the next exercise, it— wait, I mean— this is my first time reading this stream book. But if I were to guess, I'd say that the next page has something that expands this exercise…" Ren scrolled to the next page.

Partner Exercise: Experience of Other

Every encounter with erotica contains a caesura.

Think of it as a moment to pause.

Nature allows us choice.

We always have choice.

As you become masterful of awareness—of both your pleasure and your partner's pleasure—

you become increasingly aware of the moment of pause.

The moment nature allows you to decide.

When two partners together are aware of the caesura,

a powerful moment exists within them and between them.

This moment is a particularly good time to practice the 'Experience of Other.'

When you are aware of your partner's physiologic reactions to sexual pleasure,

consider taking the role of your partner.

In the caesura, take a moment to become your partner.

Can you feel his pleasure?

Can you feel what she feels?

What it is like to be your partner in that moment?

Nature is choice.

-Within And Without: A Tindin Journey With Erotica

Ren hummed something soft and beautiful, looking off into distances I couldn't see. The song was almost like the one he'd sung to me our first night together— when I'd fallen apart and he'd comforted me through it. It was like it, but not exactly it.

"Hmmm. . . a caesura?" he asked. "That happened with us, but it was before the caesura that we joined together. We were already one chord when we paused, weren't we?"

I nodded.

"Hmm, okay. I want to keep reading. You good, Pey'o?" I nodded again, but a video transmit popped up. We were naked in bed, but it didn't matter. Odd, though, it wasn't Ryst's ID, it was Nayth's. I sent a command to the pad to open the video transmit.

Ryst wasn't there. It was Nayth— no, it wasn't the man we'd met before. This man was dressed in a black kurta with red and gold embroidery, and his face was cold. It was a sword scabbarded in Nayth's clothing.

I felt Ren's demeanor shift as I unsheathed my own blade, showing Nayth Carmidee that with one look, I knew exactly what he was thinking. I nodded sharply once and said with certainty, "One thought of leaving Atraxis 7, and he's a dead man." The screen went dark.

So, I wasn't the only secret assassin in Ryst's life.

Ren relaxed against me once more, and we went back to reading the stream book Within and Without.