The Miraluka's fingers slid down over a sensitive prominence in the ridges, and he responded with a deep groan, fading into an even deeper, alien purr that hummed through his core.

He was already slick, and more lubricant slowly ran from the tip and beneath each ridge, responding not only to Cipher Nine's touch, but also how it felt the kiss, and when the tendril he forced down its pants found something warm and sensitive to stroke.