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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."

Eli whimpers when he feels Thrawn pull out suddenly, having expected him to pump him full, and shivers when he feels it mark up his skin. His knees shake for a moment, and he gladly kisses back, leaning a bit into his lover's hold on him.

Huffing a little in response to the quip, he gives his lover another kiss.

"Pretty sure Figg would have given Kast more flexibility with requests at that point. And asked for a repeat performance just like that. But... I think I need to sit down. My legs are trying to give out on me after that. Help me?"

Given how badly they're shaking right now, he suspects he doesn't have long before he'd have to cling onto his lover for balance. He even shivers as he feels some of Thrawn's seed leaking out of him and down his leg.

Thrawn gently helps Eli onto the floor. He'll need to clean the cum off his wall and floor before he goes on duty, but it can wait for a moment. He might just call in a cleaning droid to take care of it. He gently strokes Eli's face, kissing him on the cheeks. They'll need to get cleaned up too.

"Some more time in the shower might be in order for the both of us."

He feels a little more stable now that he's on the floor, and he moves to curl up with lover, taking a deep, slow breath to help calm the rest of his body down. He lets his lover dote on him, feeling afterglow settle in.

...Hopefully he can properly function after this, and not become a burden by needing to take any sick leave.

"I'd like that, yeah. Um..."

He looks to Thrawn's face and cracks a faint grin.

"You were great. I had chills. And, mm, I wouldn't mind having fun like that as-- as ourselves, too. I think I'll be feeling this one for awhile, though."

"As were you," Thrawn leans in to touch their foreheads together. "I too would like to do that again, but without the costumes and characters. I don't need you to be Horatio Figg or any other for me to make love to you as hard as I did."

He gently strokes Eli's arm soothingly, holding him close, liking the feel of Eli's skin. He's so beautiful in the afterglow. "And, if you need to take leave, I will understand. I will tell the crew that you are feeling unwell and need to take a day off." The crew will believe Thrawn, or at least know better than to ask him questions.

"Ah, I hope leave won't be necessary." He tilts into the forehead touching, lingering there as he closes his eyes.

"But... definitely, take me like that again sometime. I liked it more than I suspected I would."

Looking down toward his legs, he gives a little sigh and pushes his underwear off both of them, the movements slightly uncoordinated in the process from the lingering tremors.

"...And apparently, being somewhat restricted in how I am able to move is also good."

His cheeks burn from exertion more than embarrassment, but the latter is slowly catching up to him. Thrawn's body feels so lovely and inviting against him, that it's tempting to crawl into his lap. He doesn't, but the thought's there.

Instead, he laces their fingers together, his thumb lightly stroking his beloved's hand.

"Well, that may certainly be arranged whenever you wish for it, Eli. And, if I am being honest, I liked pinning you down. I especially enjoyed doing it knowing how much you enjoyed it." He likes pleasing Eli, just as he likes taking pleasure from Eli. Sex should be about mutual benefit, as far as he's concerned.

He brings their joined hands to his mouth to kiss it, before laying them in his lap, squeezing Eli's hand in return. "You are my work of art, Eli."

Eli's face burns at the compliment, and he uses his free hand to rub behind his neck, laughing once, shyly.

"I dunno about that, bein' a work of art, but... I'm glad you enjoyed it, too. Really."

While the words may as well be an outright admission of love and adoration, their literal scope as well leaves him feeling a little awkward. Not a bad awkward, though.

He makes sure to stay pressed close, wanting to continue to express his affection and acceptance regardless of his embarrassment.

"I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. I nearly unraveled the moment you touched me."

"Do I truly arouse you that much?" The thought is almost flattering. Still, Thrawn meant his compliment, and in his mind it's a very high form of praise. Because Eli is someone to be appreciated and valued, just like a piece of art.

"Do you want me to carry you to the refresher and help you get cleaned up?"

"...Yeah, you do. Although I can resist most of your charms when we're working." He touches their foreheads again, and gives their linked hands a squeeze.

"I'd like help getting cleaned up too, yeah. Um. And... carried."

His legs are still trembling a little. Looks like it'll take some time to subside. Potentially time that they don't have.

"I used to get shakes and muscle weakness like this in the past, but not usually this intensely."

Thrawn's technique and approaches, however, may very well change that to the norm.

"It'll subside within a few hours at most."

It might be best to save more intense rounds for the evening hours after their shifts.

"I apologize for any discomfort I may have caused you. Perhaps we can work on your stamina for when we make love." It's both a suggestion and his way of saying they should have more sex in the future. He honestly hadn't intended to fuck Eli hard enough to make him able to barely walk.

Scooping Eli into his arms, he carries him back to his quarters and the attached referesher. They can gather up the costumes later. He places Eli inside the shower and gets in with him, turning the water on and gathering a cloth. He wets it under the spray before kneeling before Eli so he can start scrubbing him.

Eli just pats Thrawn's arm for the apology, amusement in his gaze. All the same, he's more than willing to be carried, and in this gaze, further doted on.

His mind catches up with the words after a moment or so.

"By the way, you didn't cause me any discomfort. I just-- tend to get a bit limp-limbed after I get off particularly hard. I don't even have to be standing up or using my legs much to get that way."

Although embarrassed by the admission, the water feels good, and he complies with Thrawn's care for him, not wanting to interrupt his touch. Every so often, he checks the state of his legs, as if that might speed up his very much wanted recovery.

"But... I certainly won't say no to the suggestion at all."

He flashes Thrawn a warm grin and gently strokes his lover's cheek.

"So don't feel terribly bad about that, alright? I sure don't. B'sides, I invited you to be rougher. If anything, consider it me being a little short-sighted."

Thrawn leans his face into the caress. "I live to please you. And, I suppose you did enjoy yourself." The hand not holding the cloth strokes Eli's thigh, before gently turning Eli slightly to the side so he can clean off his lover's back. Normally would have fully come inside Eli, but seeing as they were experimenting anyway, he figured he'd try something different.

Turning Eli back to his original sitting position, he begins to clean his leg where the Chiss' semen ran down his lover's leg.

"Exactly." Eli replies, able to move enough to help Thrawn out with cleaning him up. Even so, feeling semen cleaned off of his back and down his leg has him flushing with a dull throb of arousal that's more mental than physical.

"Did you enjoy finishing on my back?" he asks, expression both warm and full of curiosity. "Or is inside better?"

Giving his lover's cheek another fond stroke with his fingers, his touch wanders down the side of his neck and along his shoulder.

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