This choice: The danger of nanite infection. • Go Back...Chapter #4The danger of nanite infection. by: Mr. George   Sneaking back to the privacy of his own cabin, he kept the uniform low, covering his crotch, and the developing erection.
The turbo-lift felt like it took forever, and Harry was on the verge of running through the passageways, so sure that everyone he passed knew what he was planning what aroused him.
Nobody was paying him the least attention, as he passed no-one even looked over their shoulder at the agitated ensign. No-one noticed Seven's uniform clutched ever tighter in his white knuckled hands, the grip almost painfully tight.
As the door hissed closed behind him. He barked for his highest privacy levels, and looked around the small cabin his rank had earned.
Fingers shaking as he slipped off his own uniform, he stepped free and naked into the muted light. The faint glow of the nearby nebula giving the room a little variety in it's lighting. Allowing the built-in footwear to land on the soft carpeting, Harry calmed himself. His erection was full and firm, as he slipped his feet inside. He wasn't the largest of guys, but his feet did manage to fit, with just the least of force.
He pulled it up around his waist, feeling the warm embrace of the material as he went. His hands smoothed out wrinkles real and imagined as he went. His cock covered he took a moment's pause, to calm his breathing, to enjoy the sensation.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated intensely on every sensation. The smart fabric adjusted, he felt the slight bagginess from Seven's fuller rear, as the cloth tightened. Until his taut ass was cupped and contained in that same fabric. He felt every teasing caress as the fabric tightened, outlining, and exaggerating his stiffness.
A shudder raced up and down his spine, almost threatening his balance.
As the trembling in his fingers mounted, he slid his arms into the sleeves, and shrugged his shoulders into place. Twisting awkwardly, he ran his fingers up the fastener. Sealing him inside her uniform. Taking a deep breath, he drank in the aroma. His eyes fluttered close once more, as the material tightened around his middle, giving definition to his tummy, and as the adjustments ascended, marking his chest with two stiff male nipples outlined.
His hands rose to his chest, blindly feeling for them as he drank the scent of Seven deeper into his lungs with each breath. Harry was entirely unaware of the still active nanite he was breathing. A soft gasp slipping from his lips, the anticipation so real, that even his silly, disappointing male nipples seemed charged with sensation, aching to be touched, teased, explored....
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