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Thrawn's been awake for about a half-hour, but he didn't have the heart to disturb Eli, since he's so peaceful in slumber. That and Thrawn just likes cuddling him. Eli is the warmest person he's ever shared a bed with.

"Good morning, Eli. Did you sleep well?"

Normally, Eli's the type to want to kick his blankets around from being too hot over time, but perhaps because he's aware of Thrawn in his sleep, he actually stays still for most of the night in general.

That and there's the bonus of sleeping naked and pressed up against him.

"Mmmhm. You?"

He stretches his legs a little more with a grunt and then very slightly moves so he can brush a kiss to his lover's cheek, and leave the opportunity for forehead touching (which he'll do without prompting if Thrawn doesn't beat him to it.)

His mind is still sluggish from sleep, but it's clearing up well enough even without caf to spur the process.

"I slept very well." Thrawn returns the kiss, pressing lips to Eli's cheek in return, before touching their foreheads. Sleeping next to Eli, he probably had the best sleep he's had in a long time. He lets himself enjoy their bare skin touching for now.

"We do not have to report on duty for another few hours. What we do with that time is up to us." If anyone sees Eli coming out of Thrawn's room, it'll be easy enough to just say that Eli came over early or that he passed out in Thrawn's office after they stayed up late making plans or doing calculations. It's not as if they don't already spend almost all their time together.

"Hmm... That's an awfully tempting bit of knowledge."

Eli doubly makes sure their legs are still tangled together; they are, and he lightly hooks one of his ankles around Thrawn's just to increase the contact between them.

He otherwise doesn't pull his forehead away, content to stick in Thrawn's space like this as long as they can both enjoy it.

"There are quite a few possibilities to be had here. It's a little hard to choose."

Thrawn gently strokes up Eli's arm, across his shoulder and then his fingers rest on his cheek. "You are welcome to voice your thoughts. Though, I too have some ideas for how we may spend this time together."

"Well, one option is to be lazy as long as possible until we absolutely need to get up and get a move on." He's only half-joking. "Another, hmm. I could grab that tunic and we could have another round with it. Or without."

Honestly, he'll be surprised if he doesn't somehow wear the blaster hole even bigger over time.

"Other than that, I'm open to further ideas."

Thrawn wouldn't be opposed to just cuddling all day, but clearly Eli has other stuff on his mind, as does Thrawn.

"Perhaps Horatio Figg would be open to a meeting with a member of the Imperial Fleet, and working out a deal of our own. Perhaps afterwards we may engage in some, as you say, cockwarming." Such a vulgar word sounds weird coming out of Thrawn, no doubt.

Eli feels his whole body flush in interest, especially in his face, and swallows hard.

"Perhaps. Though I don't think he would dare wear a damaged trophy tunic for such a meeting.... Might ruffle the wrong feathers."

He wonders, though, if it's only himself who prefers such an act, or if Horatio Figg might not be... more assertive for such a passive action? Cocksure, for certain.

"Although... regarding cockwarming, I think I'd prefer it if I'm not... playing a part while doing so."

He feels a little embarrassed for admitting as much. He doesn't want to be the cause of any disappointment.

"Of course. I meant that we could do cockwarming once we broke character. Perhaps Horatio would also care to meet a Mandalorian and engage in a business deal with him." The implication being that Thrawn has Mandalorian armor stashed away in case he ever needs to disguise himself as one. Truthfully, Thrawn's never done roleplay before. He's gone undercover and donned disguises for missions, but that was different.

"As for the tunic, perhaps Horatio would prefer something more casual." Because of course he has something for Eli to wear in his quarters. He's always prepared.

Eli would ask if Thrawn was kidding him, but he was 100% sure he wasn't. Instead, he laughs a little at the suggestions - but it's not a mocking sound at all. More like, "of course Thrawn is that prepared".

"Definitely, especially with regarding another imperial."

A business deal, so that implies at least some amount of negotiation.... Thinking on ways how this could go, Eli feels a throb pulse through his cock. Enough for Thrawn to feel his growing interest against his body.

"Given a Mandalorian's potential interests... weapons or armor could be on the main agenda, but... certainly this person might have heard a rumor or two of Figg's other... dealings? Namely, another good way to get another bit of scratch is out of self-prostitution."

Eli's lips quirk up in a bit of a shy smirk as he keeps thinking on it, and makes a concentrated effort to keep his hips still.

...Yes, he has an idea as to how Horatio Figg would conduct himself this way. How time is money, and he's not one to waste either. Horatio Figg would probably waltz in on that meeting already prepared for things to go in such a direction. The less time needed to be spent for any sort of extra work like that, the sooner he can be on his way with a fattened purse. Quick, and almost clinical, to wring out every last credit he can in as short amount of time, all without skimping on quality.

But even if Thrawn can already guess as much, some of the fun is in, at least, not telling every detail.

Edited 2020-12-04 02:53 (UTC)

Thrawn's almost tempted to take Eli's arousal into his hand and start giving him a hand job. He can save it for later, once they decide to actually get down to the sex. But it does delight him to know that Eli is interested and eager.

"I believe that our Mandalorian friend would have heard of Figg's other dealings, yes, and would be quite interested in them."

"Good to hear. Anything you want to try in particular? I wonder if the Mandalorian might be a little... rough? Assertive. Figg is, after all, a bit of a jerk. Since he's paying for his time, and his body, why not show Figg just what he signed up for? I think Figg might put up a token resistance, but... nothing that should make a safeword necessary."

It does feel good to think on this aloud a bit, and make sure they're both on the same page.

Still, the possibilities make his heart pound, and that's rather easily felt on his lover's skin as well thanks to how close they're cuddling together..

"I like the sound of that." Thrawn can certainly get rough during sex when he wants to be, especially if his partner is into that. The idea of making Eli his, claiming him, and being dominant towards him, makes his cock stir.

"I imagine the Mandalorian would bend Figg over the desk, or pin him to the wall, and take him roughly. Perhaps even bite him some, if the helmet were to come off." Obviously it will have to be in places where Eli is covered up, because they don't need the crew asking why Eli has bite marks, if they go that far.

"Nonetheless, I think we should decide on a safeword just in case."

"Definitely pin him to the wall." Because being pinned over the desk? That was Eli's thing. For now, anyway, he wants to keep some things a little bit separate.

"I do hope the helmet comes off. Even if Figg wouldn't appreciate it, I like being able to see your face. And I'm open for you to bite me.

"As for a safeword..." He has to think about that, while he waits for his body to fully wake up. His current erection does help with that, and it doesn't take much to feel Thrawn's arousal in answer to his own. Playfully, he skirts his fingertips along his lover's thigh, skimming just around his dick.

"I don't imagine we'll be thinking about flowers. Lily?"

Thrawn closes his eyes and gives a pleased hum when Eli touches him, his cock twitching slightly. "Lily it is then." A word that most certainly won't come up in conversation between a weapons dealer and a mandalorian.

"The client will certainly be willing to make Figg behave." Blue fingers trace Eli's lips.

Eli feels that twitch, just a bit, and dares to stroke him a little. At the same time, his lips part slightly to draw those fingers inward, tongue brushing against it.

But just as quickly as he started touching his lover's cock, his hand retreats, and Eli releases his fingers with a playful, promising smile.

"Shall we get cleaned up first before we get dirty again?"

And then they might need to clean up one more time afterward, but, considering that they went just about straight to sleep after last night's romp....

Thrawn hums again, a small, gentle wave of pleasure flowing through him, though not enough to make him lubricate. As the hand pulls away, Thrawn fixes Eli with a warm gaze. In other circumstances, he might have pulled Eli's hand back and made him continue, but seeing as they're about to make love again anyway, he can wait. It'll be all the sweeter thanks to delayed gratification.

"Excellent idea, Eli."

They probably should have done that last night. Well, they'll know better next time.

Thrawn stands up from the bed. "If you wish to clean up quickly, we may want to just use the sonic function of my shower."

Honestly, Eli was half expecting Thrawn to pull his hand back there, and the playfulness in his gaze and demeanor only increases for it as he stands up as well.

"Sounds like a plan. Do you mind if we go one at a time? I think it'll be too tempting to just have fun in there if we go together."

Especially considering what he has planned, and their current levels of interest.

"That is fine with me." Thrawn's not sure he'd be able to keep his hands off Eli if they shower together either. Best not wear themselves out too soon. "You may go first. I will retrieve the outfits we may wear during this scenario."

"Right. I'll try to be quick, but it might take me a moment longer than usual."

There's no real way to hide it - he grabs the lube on his way there, and flashes Thrawn an absolutely cheeky grin on his way to get cleaned up.

Cleaning up with the sonic function is fast enough, at least, and he's able to at least somewhat clean himself out as well. Still, his body won't self-lube, so he takes care of that now, ignoring his cock while he works himself somewhat open with his fingers. He manages to muffle himself to relative silence, at least, but makes no effort to hide what the attention to himself as done in the process.

He's rock hard by the time he comes out, gladly donning the clothes that are clearly meant for himself.

Of course Thrawn knows what Eli is doing in the shower. He recalls the way Eli opened himself up to Thrawn last night, right in front of him. The memory makes him shiver with anticipation. It also makes sense, in case their characters don't feel like doing foreplay.

Thrawn lays out a low-cut tunic and pants for Eli, and the armor for himself. It looks similar to the kind the notorious Boba Fett wears.

Once Eli comes out, Thrawn steps into the refresher and uses the sonic to clean himself up, taking less time than Eli. When he emerges, he puts on the armor, but leaves the helmet off for now. Red eyes roam up and down Eli's body. "You look fetching."

Eli's finishing up getting comfortable in the clothing when Thrawn emerges, and he idly adjusts the positioning of the low collar of the tunic. As important as appearances are, he's left the neckline just slightly askew.

For now, he gives his lover some privacy until he's addressed, and turns to look at him with a fond smile.

"As do you. That armor suits ya."

As the last measures, he carefully uses his fingers and a little bit of hair cream he keeps handy - the only thing that usually tames some of his stronger cowlicks and curls - and slicks his hair back for that more intimidating look.

Unwilling to restrain himself in full, he steps closer and brushes the backs of his fingers against his lover's cheek in affection, and then gently grasps his shoulders as he leans up that bit more in order to kiss him.

"The safeword is lily," he reaffirms for the both of them, though he knows Thrawn hasn't forgotten. He also knows that they have some equipment that they can use as props for the "deal".

Still, the more thrilling part of it is pretending that his body is merch on offer, too.

Seeing Eli gel his hair back, just like he did when he first played Figg, makes Thrawn realize that their hair matches now. Eli is handsome, no matter how he looks, and this is a good look on him.

When Eli kisses him, Thrawn kisses him back, brushing his jawline with his fingers. "Lily." With a final peck on the lips, Thrawn puts his helmet on. "Now then, would Horatio Figg like to get set up while he awaits the arrival of Jodo Kast, mandalorian bounty hunter looking to make a deal?"

The returned kiss is a soft balm against lingering nerves, and Eli nods with a hum in answer, rummaging only briefly for what he can use as props.

"He'll definitely be doing that."

Were it not for Thrawn's voice, he's not sure he'd be able to tell it's him at a glance in there.

"But take your time if you need to. He'll be impatient no matter what."

Props in hand, he heads to Thrawn's office, taking note of the rumpled tunic still there. He smiles somewhat and then just drapes it over the arm of Thrawn's chair to be cheeky, and repositions two of the other chairs. It's a more casual look to things - and Horatio Figg isn't particularly one for formalities if he can handle it. Distant, but still approachable, to some extent.

Eli tucks both props at his waistband - one as merch, another as "insurance". After triple-checking that their safeties are on.

But this is a peaceful dealing. And no one's hotheaded enough to suddenly pull the trigger even in play. But the thought does float past while he thinks of story notes for this game and contingency plans.

With a breath, he slips into Horatio Figg's mindset, and while he waits for the arrival of Jodo Kast, taps his foot from time to time. He hardens his gaze to make sure it's in place for whenever the door opens.

When "Jodo Kast" finally arrives, he narrows his gaze in open irritation, body calm. As usual, he keeps his Lysatran accent muffled.

"Jodo Kast, I presume? About time you got here."

Edited 2020-12-04 07:56 (UTC)

After Eli leaves, Thrawn takes a moment to get into character. Even if this is about sex and just having some fun, it'll be good practice in case he needs to take the guise of Jodo Kast for a mission. Once he gets into the right mindset, he waits for a few more minutes before entering his office. His posture is much more casual than how he usually holds himself.

"And you're Horatio Figg," Thrawn tries to muffle his own accent too, and make himself sound less refined. "Do you have the goods?"

Edited 2020-12-05 03:49 (UTC)

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