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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)

"So long as you've got the credits," Eli quips back. "I only deal with the best, you see."

Eli handles the first weapon carefully, revealing it from where it was resting at his hip. He'd blanked on getting a holster for it, but this is just for show, anyway.

As it is, he talks up the specs in a matter-of-fact manner, gaze sharp as he takes in "Jodo"'s appearance. He wrinkles his nose very slightly.

"But showing at a distance is the extent I'll do for someone still wearing a helmet. You got a face under there I can see, Kast? I don't think you'd be surprised by the number of people thinking that they're hot bantha-shit so long as they can just keep their faces hidden.

"But, you take the helmet off, you can handle the goods to make sure you're getting your money's worth. Sound good?"

Swallowing, Eli does his level best to keep his gaze sharp and distinctly unimpressed, body language calmer than he feels. He resists the urge to fidget, even though it's uncomfortable to stifle it. He's playing a role, after all.

Eli plays the role well. If Thrawn didn't know any better, he'd swear he's speaking to an actual arms dealer. "Very well, Figg," Thrawn unclips his helmet and slides it off, allowing Eli to see his face. It's not unheard of for non-humans to be raised as mandalorians, so this scenario still works if Jodo Kast is a Chiss.

Thrawn sets his helmet down on the desk, eyeing the weapon in Eli's hands. He also blatantly looks Eli's body up and down, deciding that he likes what he sees.

"I hear you drive a hard bargain, but I am willing to negotiate."

Seeing the helmet come off, Eli also has to stifle the urge to smile. There's a subtle twitch in his expression from approval, and he's just barely able to twist it to something a little more smug.

He definitely notices the way Thrawn is looking him over, and damn if that doesn't make his cock twitch, as if it was some feeling akin to having an itch scratched just right.

Not entirely for show, Eli very subtly widens his stance a little to show off just that little bit extra of his figure. In turn, he looks Thrawn over with a false, but believably critical eye.

"Appreciated. Huh. Didn't expect one of your appearance." But that's as far as he goes there, and nods. Shifting his grip on the prop so its barrel faces himself, he hands off the weapon.

"Look, touch. Make sure with your own eyes. I believe you'll find my bargains hard but fair. Glad to hear you're willing to negotiate. And as much as the rumors may say otherwise, I do have some flexibility. Just ran into one too many instances of attempted rip-offs and would-be thieves, you understand."

For now, beyond that, he's silent, awaiting for Thrawn to look it over and either express interest or decline. Both are incredibly viable approaches regardless. It just means that, more than likely, turning down the weapon will just get to more dirtier things faster. However irritated such a thing may make Horatio Figg.

"One can never be too careful, no," A less patient man would probably jump Eli right away, or immediately get to the part where Kast propositions Figg. Thrawn is not an impatient man, however.

Glancing over Eli's body again, Thrawn shifts his attention to the gun, inspecting it making sure it's something he's looking for. Time to get the ball rolling, as the idiom goes. "I can give you one-hundred credits for that piece." Which is pitifully low for a weapon like that. He's playing the part of the lowballer for now.

Eli watches him carefully, with the eye of someone definitely a little leery of being jumped with his own merch, but the lowball prompts a huff of a genuine laugh out of him.

"Really. A hundred? Do you even appreciate the make and model of it, or are your eyes broken? Kindly don't waste my time with low offers like that. I can go 'round the corner and get four or five times that, easy, for that one. But since the guy who got you in touch with me talked you up all nice and pretty to me, I'm spending time with you, instead."

This time, he looks over Thrawn carefully, gaze briefly landing on his groin area, and then back up to his face. He lets his gaze linger on his eyes for a moment, as if very slightly distracted.

Which isn't exactly fake, either. Thrawn's eyes are beautiful.

"Three-seventy-five. And that's already discounted."

Horatio Figg would already figure that Jodo's not Pantoran, but probably would have no idea about the Chiss.

"Hm. You drive a hard bargain indeed, Figg." Thrawn rather likes this amount of confidence in Eli. Years ago, Eli might not have dreamt of speaking to Thrawn this way, even if it was just for pretend. He's come a long way and allowed himself to realize how he feels about Thrawn.

He looks away from the gun and at Eli. "Before we settle on a deal for the weapon, you should know that I'm also interested in other services that you provide." Gloved fingers take Eli's chin and gives it a light squeeze.

There's no amount of practice in play like this to stop Eli's response to Thrawn's touch, even through gloves. The sensation of material and the firm touch have his lips briefly parting as a full-body shiver ripples through him. But he recovers his composure quickly thereafter, even with the tell of his pupils blown wide with arousal.

The smile he uses isn't entirely fake, either, even twisted into something much more confident than he feels. His insides feel liquefied and hot, cock straining against his pants.

"Oho, know about that one, do you? Sure."

He tilts his head a little, as if to beckon "Jodo" to take another good look at him, and carefully spreads his legs just a little more without compromising his balance.

"So long as you're buying right and proper, I'll let you inspect that merchandise, too. But if you're jerking my chain for fun, it won't just be me who's disappointed." His accent has very slightly crept back in, too.

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"Oh, I never make reckless purchases, I assure you," Thrawn comes even closer to Eli, roaming his eyes up and down his body, before he gently touches his arms and begins inspecting him. He gently touches Eli's upper arms, feeling his lean muscles, then touches his chest, nodding with approval, before touching his legs. Even if his touch is meant to be clinical, he still allows his hands to linger on Eli's body. He wants Eli to enjoy this.

"Yes, I like what I'm seeing. I'm prepared to offer quite a lot of credits for your service." His finger traces along Eli's cheek and down his jaw.

Eli lets him, lightly biting the inside of his cheek as every part of him aches for more. The tunic is thin enough that Thrawn's touch is easy to be felt, especially as the other man makes sure to use enough pressure. His voice takes on a softer quality, husky from arousal.

"Fifty for a quickie, no leaving a mess in me. One-twenty for more, and you can leave all the marks you want. No blood or serious injury. Nothing at the neck or above."

"Hm, I think I'll take the more expensive deal. You seem worth the extra credits." Of course he won't leave marks on Eli's face anyway, since they don't need the intrusive questions from the crew. "I accept your terms, but I also expect to walk away satisfied." There's a slight edge to his voice, once that he's never used with Eli before.

He takes off his gauntlets, then the gloves, leaving his hands and upper arms bare, and sets them down on the desk for now. He then starts to remove the chest armor.

Oh. Oh that edge is nice.

"I don't do anything by half-measures. I'll make sure you're satisfied with your experience with me."

Seeing Thrawn undress, Eli follows, kicking off his boots and knocking them away, and undressing in almost record time. He steals looks over at Thrawn while he works, but leaves himself in just his underwear for the moment. Underwear that really isn't doing anything to hide his interest at all.

"And if you satisfy me, I may be so inclined to add additional services to our negotiations."

He continues to look Thrawn over, shivering from anticipation.

"My, but you are eager. I think you'll find that I can be a very good customer." Thrawn gets the last of his armor off, including the body glove and his underwear. Approaching Eli, he runs his hands up and down his arms, taking in the feel of his skin.

"I'm all yours, Figg."

Eli can't help but lean a little into the touch with a hum. He at last lets himself touch his lover, with a touch that, while careful not to cause harm, isn't gentle as he pulls Thrawn closer by his hips.

He pitches his voice a little lower, with a bit of a growl, but it's no less an entreaty, "Then prove it to me."

His gaze glimmers with challenge, and honestly, Eli's still surprised that he can hang onto the role he's playing for so long. Especially as the temptation to kneel on the floor and shove his lover's cock into his mouth rises up in him. His skin flushes with his desire, and as he still cloaks himself in the role of Horatio Figg, part of him decides that he can get used to this, too.

"Oh, I intend to," Thrawn growls softly, taking Eli by the shoulders and pushing him up against the wall, desire flashing in his glowing eyes. His fingers dig into Eli's skin while his mouth goes to where his neck meets his body, sucking on the skin.

Meanwhile, he starts grinding his pelvis against Eli's, feeling his lover's erection while his own starts to harden. He's playing the role of a hardened bounty hunter, so some roughness is called for in this game.

Eli's back hits the chilly wall, and for a moment, he feels a sharp wave of heat skitter along his nerves. Eli growls back, whimpering at the grinding, and for a moment, the role he's been playing falls away as he tilts his head back with a deep croon.

He uses one hand to shove his underwear down, hissing at the sensation of Thrawn's cock rubbing against his own. It leaves his legs somewhat trapped by the garment, but tension coils tighter in his dick from the sensation.

And being pinned to the wall like this? Stars, he feels like he could blow already. A needy sound grinds through his throat as he tries to calm down, even as his eager dick leaks precome. The grind of their cocks smears it between them.

Not wanting to be outdone, Eli struggles to go back into the role as he drags his nails against Thrawn's hips, leaving little surface scratches behind.

He does, however, let himself curse, and he bites his lip. He doesn't want to come just yet, but--

"Harder," he growls, even as he knows anything more is bound to make him blow already. He knows he's absolutely bright in the infrared, and his muscles tremble at how close he is. Thrawn could probably just say his name and he'd be done--

He digs his nails in harder, breath shuddering as he struggles to maintain what little composure he is able to cling to.

Thrawn hisses as their cocks grind together, feeling Eli's precum, mixing with the lubricant that Thrawn is beginning to produce. It leaves a slick trail along Eli's own cock. Their anatomies are so similar yet also different. He growls again when Eli runs his nails over his skin, making his cock twitch.

Pulling away slightly, Thrawn turns Eli around and presses him up against the wall face-first, before going in to bite him again. This time he leaves a bite mark, while his hand grips his ass. "This is mine. You are mine, Figg."

Eli grunts when he's pinned face-first to the wall, his ass out. Lubricant still clings to his ass where he'd prepared himself, and he shouts when Thrawn bites him, his legs shaking. He plants his hands to the wall for support, grateful for Thrawn's grip on his ass. He's flushed all the way down the nape of his neck, too, the tips of his ears equally burning hot.

Idly, he wonders if Thrawn can tell that he's barely hanging on right now.

"Y-yessss..." Eli groans, his role breaking away in that moment in his growing desperation to come. He spreads his legs more and whimpers when the material doesn't let him go as wide as he wants.

Eli's not sure even Figg would be able to be precise while overwhelmed with the urge to orgasm.

He manages a needy look over his shoulder that is absolutely devoid of his pretend role, and he shakily tries to rock his hips back.

Thrawn smirks, seeing how Eli's composure is breaking and causing him to slip out of character. He doesn't break character himself just yet, remaining silent. Instead, he grips Eli by the wrists and pins them to the wall, only letting go for a second so he can line himself up and slide into Eli with a shudder.

Immediately, he starts thrusting, pounding into Eli and fucking him against the wall. His tongue laves the spot where he bit him. Stars, Eli's body feels so good around him, his natural lube mixing with the stuff Eli used on himself. Eli is indeed all his.

The moment Thrawn starts to fuck him in earnest, he's lost, a shout leaving him as he abruptly hits an orgasm, painting the wall white with his seed.

He pushes back onto Thrawn with a shaking moan, his ass stretched just enough that the grind is, while well-lubed, full more friction than usual.

Eli tries to hitch his leg up more, wanting Thrawn to enter him more deeply, to rub even more where he likes it the most. He can feel the ridges whenever they rub around his entrance, and how his body slowly softens up to better take his cock.

He lets out another choked cry as his arousal doesn't ebb at all.

He's absolutely Eli in this moment, and not his role, as his whole body shakes and trembles underneath his beloved, willing and greedy for more and yet feeling like he might come completely unraveled under the attention.

While his composure fully breaks, and so too the role of Horatio Figg, Eli starts to beg half-incoherently in Sy Bisti.

Edited 2020-12-06 03:19 (UTC)

Thrawn gasps when he feels Eli orgasm, and then smiles when he feels Eli silently beg for more. "So eager, Eli." As Eli drops character, so too does Thrawn. The game was fun while it lasted, now he wants Eli, not Horatio Figg.

Getting the hint, Thrawn shifts his thrusts so that he's hitting Eli's sweet spot with his cock. He wants to send Eli into another orgasm. Thrawn turns Eli's head just enough so that he can kiss his lover, while still thrusting hard into him. He bites Eli's lower lip before deepening the kiss, exploring his mouth with his tongue. Horatio said nothing above the neck, but he's Eli again, and thus Thrawn takes that as incentive that kissing is okay again.

Eli shakes under him, pushing into the kiss as if he might need to muffle his moans, though he doesn't. He reaches up with one hand to touch is lover's cheek, wanting to be in as much contact with him as possible while his whole body feels like it's increasingly set ablaze.

He accidentally bites a little when one particularly good thrust makes him see white, but he's quick to lick where he'd accidentally nicked Thrawn, his legs shaking so terribly that it's a wonder he's still upright.

Kissing's the only thing keeping him from begging, though he's noisy even when their tongues tangle again, sharing the same breath.

Thrawn responds to the bite by just kissing him harder, practically shoving his tongue down Eli's throat. All the while, he never slows down his hips, mercilessly fucking Eli. He can feel his climax coming, but he manages to hold back for a bit.

He wriggles his hand between Eli and the wall and wraps his fingers around Eli's cock, working him in time with his thrusts. His thumb plays with the head, coating the tip with some of Eli's seed. Eli is like another part of him that he didn't realize was missing. Being intimate with him is the greatest pleasure Thrawn's ever felt.

Taking his mouth away to breathe, Thrawn moans, "Come for me, my love."

Everything feels electric; fucking forward into Thrawn's fist and back onto his wet, hard cock has him floating and achingly grounded. With his lover's tongue in his mouth, he feels absolutely filled to the brim. He keens at the loss of the kiss, and he feels like, for a moment, his orgasm might subside.

Until his lover's moan echoes in his ear. With a strangled, wordless cry, his body obeys as if following a pulled string. More of that mess ends up on the wall, a gasp shuddering through him as more than one wave hits him after the first, initial release.

Thrawn's orgasm hits him like a wave as Eli tightens around him and sends him over the edge. He comes inside Eli a little, before he quickly pulls out and ejaculates all over his ass and lower back, pumping his cock as he does so. He kisses the back of Eli's neck, making his way to the other man's cheek until their lips meet again.

When his orgasm finally subsides, he whispers against Eli's lips, "Jodo cast would most certainly have gotten his credit's worth. He would have paid extra."

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