Robin x Al-an - SMUT - Conscious thought

Title: conscious thought
Rating: explicit, smut
Category: f/?
Fandom: subnautica below zero
Relationship: Al-an x Robin Ayou
Characters: Al-an, Robin Ayou
Tags/ triggers: smut, no p in v, basically just fingering, porn with feelings? , they/them for al-an
Wordcount: 3210
a/n: first subnautica fic so let's not get too excited, still feeling it out
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She would not like this, that much they knew. It had the echoes of their previous transgression. However, it was unintended this time, they could not stop it. It will run it's course and die eventually but as they stood there, thoughts lingering over her sleeping form, they couldn't help but rethink their previous endeavor to come to her base.


They couldn't deny that the knowledge that her subconscious would linger on them left a somewhat pleasant blooming in their chest cavity, that it lingered with them in more ways than one but they knew how she was, knew she would not like the images they was privy to even with their limited knowledge on human anatomy and emotion, especially with the way it had played out in the last few days.


Suffice to say, their previous entanglement before they had acquired this body had left reminisce of a link, an echo of what once was, a ghost of their pairing. They felt an odd sense at the thought of it dying but knew that was what she would prefer. She did place quite a value on something as odd as privacy, secrecy, her inner thoughts. A foreign idea within his being. 


They should wake her, the thought hankered again and they felt themself hesitating. This was a far cry from what they had experienced the first time she dreamt with them enclosed in her head. Her vitals were elevated, slight twitch to her body ever so often and the signs of perspiration as the heat radiated off her. If they weren't privy to the reason, they would've assumed she was under duress but the way her brain was releasing chemicals was a direct counter to that.


They can hear the echoes, the soft calling of their name as it slipped in her fantasies. It made them feel an odd kind of way, something they hadn't quite felt before. It was the intrigue, discovery of the workings of another species, it had to be because what other viable explanation could they possibly have for feeling this way, for hesitating knowing she would not approve of this direct assault on her privacy.


Al-an stretched their claw like limbs and reached out to Robin's sleeping form, a kind of dread lingering in the air as they touched her sleeping body, softly rocking her back and forth as they reached out to her with more than their audible voice, calling her name to bring her back to the surface.


Her eyes blinked after a moment, beautiful dark irises slowly focusing on them until her voice scratched against the room as it warmed up to the sudden use.


"Al-an? What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes moving across the room to find nothing amiss aside from the large precursor lingering over her form. She swallowed as her senses slowly came back to her, feeling a bit caged under their large form despite them technically standing next to her and not breaking her immediate personal space.


"Robin.. I-" they started and took a moment, a swirl of new color bleeding into their skin. "I came because you need to be aware of something." their claws fidgeted softly in front of them, a tick they hoped she did not catch onto. "I must preface this with the fact that it's not permanent of course, you need not worry but I realize you would like to know."


Robin frowned, a bit perplexed with the path they took, no explanation really but it did sound serious. She pushed herself up a bit more and rubbed at her eyes to dispel the slight burn of being ripped from her sleep. The previous action seemed to be in bad faith when she looked back at them, having to crane her neck quite a bit to look at where she had assumed their eyes would've been.


"What's wrong?"


Her voice was soft as she spoke, but Al-an knew from experience how fast that could change especially when faced with something she did not approve of.


"It would seem there's still a lingering connecting from the time I occupied part of your cerebral cortex."


Robin felt her heart beat a little faster, that didn't sound good. Did they do something while exiting, damage her brain in some way. It would explain some of the thoughts she had been having as of late.


"What do you mean?" her voice had taken an edge, fear evidently creeping up at the edges at Al-an's subpar explanation.


"Only that there is still a connection, it will fade with time but for the time being I can still see the echoes of your thoughts, almost like a diluted version of the network."


Robin swallowed as she felt a coldness running under her skin, going through every thought she had, had in the last couple weeks. Though she had sympathy for their situation and lack of connection, her very human terror of knowing she had let her thoughts run around unchecked after they had left and now having to deal with the consequences of every embarrassing thing she did while they weren't present and then there was the ones she did have while they were present, while her feelings and eyes lingered on them. Al-an didn't seem too offended so likely they didn't see all of them right... Right? They would've told her if they did right... It was probably the dreams that freaked them out.. Al-an never did li- oh god, the dreams.


The thought crashed over her like a ton of bricks, eyes trailing up to them at the idea that they might be following her thought process, watching as her whole body rocked with an embarrassed heat that clung to her face. 


"Oh my god, Al-an.." her hand drifted to her face as her eyes moved past them in an effort to collect herself. "I'm sorry. I didn't know.. I apologize if that made you uncomfortable.. I-" 


"Your human ideology is of little consequence to me, Robin." Al-an interrupted abruptly as they watched the woman unravel and sputter before them. "I only brought this to your attention in liege of your previous reactions in regard to your privacy." he tapped his claw against the other, a soft color mingling as he weighed the thought before setting it into the air that lingered between them. "And offer my services if perhaps you'd like to follow that train of thought even though it would need some reconstruction given that I lack some of the necessary components to follow your specific scenarios to a T. "


Robin was silent for a moment as she looked at the glowing plate that she would safely assume to be it's head. Was Al-an implying what she thought they-no of course not, that's just her touch starved brain supplying any excuse to further the need she felt deep within her, the specific train of thought that flared each time she saw them. They were just being nice, helpful. They didn't know the meaning behind the words within her species. 


She worried her lower lip, legs squeezing against each other at the thought, scolding herself given the circumstance.


"Robin, I do mean what I say." Al-an stated, top half of their body hovering over her and claw like limbs pushing against the bed on either side of her head in an odd twist of their centaur like body but they could endure for a moment. They weren't oblivious to what the action might cause in her, they'd seen enough of her thoughts and some human behaviors to know the concept of person space and the like. "If its the very human need of breeding you lack, it would be easy to get you over that simple barrier even without the means to impregnate you."


Robin felt it hard to breath as they towered over her, much larger body enclosing hers in an almost predatory edge that she thought she should not have liked as much as she did and even the proposition and the way of phrasing... She could not ask that of Al-an, that would be crossing a line she wasn't sure was wise to cross. 


"Fuck-" she breathed into the air, eyes closing momentarily to try and center herself and break from the hold they had over her, stop those pesky little thoughts that kept creeping at the edges. 


"Yes." Al-an responded curtly. "That is a name I have seen it referred to as from your species."


Somewhere along the line she had forgot to breath and if her sensibilities weren't feeling like they were being attacked, she might've found it funny but God, the amount of times she'd wondered how their claws would feel on her skin, how he'd handle her in an almost clinical way while she cried out for them. It was all a little too much.


"Al-an," their name fell delicately from her lips as she held tightly to the rational part of her brain." It's not-" she sighed and took a deep breath. "You don't have to do anything of the sort."


Yes, that was good. Not too much of a waver in her voice. She sounded sure, dismissive even.


"Why do you deny yourself." She could feel the way they scrutinized her, picking at every corner that made up her being, poking at the oddity of how she handled herself. "I know this is what you want. If not from the thoughts alone, then the way your your body reacts when you do have those thoughts. Even to the suggestion." 


She looked at them, bio-luminescence on their being, the intricate designs that made up their skin, the curves on their form. It was different this time from all the others when her eyes lingered. The others had made her flush, like a dark secret she had to hide away but they were right there, patience in tow as they waited for her to finish her train of thought, waited for her to make a decision. She wondered how Al-an would be, what it would be to have their oddly shaped limbs pressed against her, whether they'd even know what to do or would this be an educational and clinical experience rather that the fast fit of passion she often imagined.


"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Robin finally said, voice a little soft as she peeked up at them. "Don't feel like you have to do this because my... Because my body has needs. I can take care of it on my own, you know." She huffed a humorless laugh, trying to keep a smile on her lips. She half expected them to take the out and half to say no it's cultural experience they'd like to witness.


"It does not make me, as you put it, uncomfortable. Many species partake in a similar process. I would like to do this for you."


"Oh.." She responded, unsure of what response to really give. "Okay... If you're sure."


"I am."


Al-an looked her over once more, body tangled in her bed sheets with the layers of clothing that hung loosely on her body, things that kept her most sensitive parts from the world. It was a valiant effort but would do no good as actual protection, but they knew it was enough to be felt if they were to press against it. Only a small damper instead of a real barrier.


They felt a bit unsure even with the knowledge they had gathered on human customs and methods. It would seem that humans were a fragile kind and they didn't want Robin to resent their offer. They wanted her brain to send those same chemicals when they were physically touching her, hear her say their name past the veil of her fantasies.


Their hands softly pinched at her shirt, softly pushing it upward over her soft skin to reveal where they knew some nerves ran beneath the surface. They weren't unaware of how she sucked in a breath at their touch, how those chemicals pushed ever so slightly at her being.


Robin quickly pressed her fingers into the shirt once they had pushed her shirt almost up to her breasts and then pulled it over her head. She was somewhat glad she had foregone a bra, the less layers she had now, the better.


Colours swirled on their body, an image they hadn't quite had in such a light, an image they had only had when they were trapped inside her brain and in those moments, they dared not say a word knowing human custom and their sensitive regions. This felt a little different, her allowing them the space to see her without hindrance.


Their claws reached out, pinching at the sensitive nerves at her nipples, softly padding over the buds and watched her reaction intently.


She definitely suffered from touch deprivation because she felt as though she might actually die and go to the beyond the way their limbs spread over her breasts, the way she arched her back into them. A precursor no less. She had never even entertained the prospect even a while after they had their own body even when their voice had been somewhat of a turn on, they would never-but here she was, alien spreading electricity throughout her body and settling wetly at her core.


Her breath patterns had changed, Al-an noticed, nipples turned to peaks and her teeth dug almost painfully into her lip as she squirmed beneath them. They changed their stance, finding a better angle to twist their body that did not allow for so much discomfort. Their keen senses focused intently on the woman as they dragged their limbs down her abdomen.


This time she had left them to drag her pants over her hips, reveled in the feeling of their touch dragging down her legs with the action. Fuck, how she needed them to touch her where she needed them, would almost beg for it at this point if she thought it would help.


They pressed against her thighs, spreading her legs a little. She felt their gaze on her even though she could not exactly pinpoint where their visual aid was situated on their being. That hardly mattered once when they pressed against her clothed core, a soft press that set her body alight. She was so sensitive, so open, so wanton.


Different than she ever imagined he'd be with the experimental but confident sway of their limbs, they were quiet for the most part as colours swirled over their body. She would've liked some conversation, some tethering to that voice she'd grown so fond of, the curious inquiry or even the borderline insulting statements. 


"You like it when I speak." It was more of a statement than a question with their normal level of superiority and confidence and she dragged in a breath, eyes sweeping over their visage before she responded.


"Yes." It came out more breathy than she had anticipated. She bit into her lip, hands spreading over their arm experimentally, their torso out of reach given their position and size difference. They allowed the moment, watched intently as her fingers ran over their skin, how it furthered the need within her. It was curious, especially to a species that have long foregone the traditional ways of conception and primal pleasure. They felt themself jealous, wanting to taste the same from her hands but he'd have to settle for participant, for experiencing vicariously through her.


Soon, their claws slipped into the waistband of her underwear and pulled it from her legs, watching as the fell open to their gaze and whatever else they had in mind. Their claws dragged over her inner thighs, watching her as she watched them.


They felt she was wet when they finally touched her, fingers slipping through her folds that had her sucking in a breath and repositioning herself below their stature.


"You're very aroused." Al-an stated flatly, claw prodding at her entrance. She didn't respond to the statement but did carry a sudden tinge of heat on her cheeks.


Their claw was a lucky kind of shape that allowed them to spread her lips and enter her while the other side could press against her clit. And finally, she said their name, breathless and low as it slipped from her lips, just like she had done within her dreams.


"Yes." her voice echoed against the base, hips moving against them in an effort to chase and multiply the pressure they put on her.


Their ministrations picked up the pace when she started squirming, desperation invading her thoughts and body. It wasn't hard to find the sensitive spot within her as they watched for her most sensitive nerve endings. What they didn't expect however was how her body responded to the pressure.


Her body arched as she cried out, eyes open and alert at the sudden rush through her body and then the sudden need to feel it again, pressing insistently against the limb between her legs. They did as she wished, pressing against the spot again and again as their fingers slipped in and out of her body, reveling in how her body moved against them and how she desperately cried out to them but with no other thought other than more, faster, yes.


She was nearing her end at an alarming pace, feeling the coil in her lower abdomen while her legs quivered.


"Al-an-" she cried, nails digging into the skin she could reach, knowing full well she was in no position or body that could hurt them. "I'm so-fuck.. Close."


Al-an hadn't really needed the verbal confirmation with how her muscles tensed and released, how her body keened, how she shivered as she fought against herself. 


"I am aware." they responded, and she shouldn't have liked the way the confidence settled, how small they made her feel sometimes, how it had an air of superiority but fuck if it didn't push her over the edge.


She legs clamped around their arm as she cried out into the air, body shaking in the aftermath. They watched her, fingers still rocking into her as she went through the motions, prolonging the white-hot pleasured thrumming through her body after so many moons of neglect.


Her legs fell open after a few moments, whimpering when they removed their limb from between her legs, watching how it glistened in the light.


They were unsure of human convention beyond this point. In their own experience, breeding was clinical and straight forward, but they knew this was something else, they hadn't quite had the components to impregnate her. This was about pleasure. She looked exhausted, sated but they didn't quite want to just leave. They did what they came to do and then a little more that lingered on selfish, but they couldn't find it in themself to just turn and leave.


Their fingers ran over her bare skin, the act bringing her eyes to them, and it was soft, elation lingering within her. She brought something to them they hadn't realized they had the capacity to feel, it made them unsure but at the same time, they wanted to stay here with her and submerge themself in it.


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