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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.

"Hm. While I did enjoy finishing on your body, I think I still have a preference for doing that inside of you." Thrawn gets the last bit of semen off Eli's leg, wetting the cloth again and wringing it out, before turning his attention to the bite marks he left. "Had we not broken character, I might have gone either way, and either listened to Figg's rule not to finish inside him, or Kast would have bribed him with extra credits for that privilege."

Eli notices where Thrawn's gaze goes, and he tilts his head to reveal it more, feeling a dull throb now that the endorphins are starting to ebb away. Reflexively, he strokes his fingers over it, shivering from the little twitch of pain and from how sensitive it is.

"Theoretically, if Kast had kept Figg from coming right before asking about it, he might have gotten away with it without even bribing him."

Eli laughs a little, fingertips falling away from the marks. He wonders what sorts of things that says to Thrawn about himself, though.

"I liked it when you bit me, too. Even as play, hearing you claim me was..." He swallows, his cock giving the faintest of twitches. His cheeks burn.

"Amazing, and arousing beyond measure."

A spot of bacta can clear up those bites, but Thrawn likes the idea of Eli keeping them and letting them heal naturally. Eli can go on duty as usual, while they both know what's under his clothes. Thrawn leans in to kiss the bite mark, then plants another kiss on his lover's jaw.

"I'd be glad to do it again. You are mine, Eli."

Eli's breath hisses slightly at the contact to such a sore spot, but leans into the touch, and hums softly. He has enough capacity to blush at the comment.

"Well-- good. I'd like that."

His gaze flicks to Thrawn's lips, and then he gives in to the urge to kiss him again, threading his fingers through silken blue hair.

It feels even sweeter than usual to touch his lover in the moments where his afterglow lingers.

Thrawn kisses back, cupping his lover's cheek in his hand and gently brushing his lips with his tongue. He doesn't take it much farther than that, and pulls away from Eli to reach behind him to turn off the water.

"Can you stand? I can carry you again if you cannot."

"Well, no way to find out other than to try."

The warmth from the running water has helped, and Eli shifts his legs underneath himself, despite some lingering tremors. With effort, he pushes himself upright, instinctively reaching for his lover's shoulder for a little extra stability as he reaches his full height. His legs aren't shaking as badly, but it's still, well. Difficult.

"I think I can at least walk out of here." His lips purse. "...Maybe not completely unassisted."

"Allow me," Thrawn briefly turns on the sonic function to dry their bodies of the water, so they don't have to spend time toweling themselves off. Once they're dry, he wraps his arm around Eli's waist and allows his boyfriend to lean on him.

Thrawn takes them both back to the bedroom and sits Eli back down on the bed. "You may rest for a moment."

He goes back to his office and calls for a cleaning droid to take care of the seed on the wall, before he gathers up the armor and other clothing, including the burnt tunic. When he returns to his bedroom, he puts the armor and civilian clothes back, and then lays the burnt tunic on the bed. He also takes his and Eli's uniforms from yesterday and lays them out on the bed as well.

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