Ask Egg Hunt

[Darth Arcanos]

Trael’s answer to the first question made him feel warm and fuzzy. But his answer to the second almost made Azar burst into tears out of emotions. He stared at his man, eyes full of love and adoration. Trael noticed his skincare routine?! It was such a simple comment, but it meant the galaxy to Azar that his grooming habits were noticed. He smiled fondly at Trael, “You’re perfect,” He said, “Just for that, when we get back to the ship-” Azar began, a sultry look in his eye. He leaned in close to Trael’s ear, his body language seductive, “I will load the dishwasher how you want,” Azar whispered breathily. He knew full well that would get Trael’s engines going immediately. The man was borderline OCD with how he arranged and organized things and Azar was a disorganized disaster.

Azar watched Trael poke his head around to look just in time for the dragon to also look. Grumbling at their terrible timing, Azar quickly hopped to his feet and started to run. He was once again in a bad mood as he stuck to cover to avoid the dragon. Every now and then he would blast a concussive blow with the Force to send the dragon reeling back to give them a window to run.

“This is bullshit!” Azar huffed as he ran, “You’re giving me a foot massage every day and taking me somewhere nice!” He screeched as he jumped over a boulder. When he had to book it, Azar had a sudden display of athleticism. It was a throwback to when he thought he could pose as as Massassi warrior for a few years after he first arrived in the wider galaxy. Just because he could, didn’t mean he enjoyed it one bit.

They arrived at that stupid crossing past the hot springs again and Azar used aerokinesis rapidly to try and clear the fog. He could only see a bit at a time so he used a combination of Sight and terrakinesis to make rock platforms jut out the side of the mountain. Azar hopped across, the dragon quickly gaining on them. Once Trael crossed, Azar purposely threw the fog over as a cover, making it difficult for the dragon to see.

“Where’s the ship?!” Azar asked, having no sense of direction. He panted as he looked at Trael, “I think we should leave one egg behind. The dragon won’t venture far away from the egg,” They both knew Azar could probably fight the dragon, but there was a hesitation. There was always a sense of hesitation when it came to killing great, intelligent beasts. He had that same hesitation with the leviathan on Murzana. Perhaps it was a weakness, or perhaps it was a sense of kinship with misunderstood, beautiful monsters. Without waiting for an answer, Azar gently placed the egg he was carrying down on a safe platform that was visible.

He kept running after that, counting on the dragon snatching the egg and taking it back instead of continuing a fruitless chase.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael wasn’t sure how Azar would take his answers. He said what he believed but that wasn’t always the smart choice with his boyfriend. So when Azar said he was perfect Trael internally let out a sigh of relief. Azar began to seductively talk to him about when they get to the ship before pausing, Trael was already excited just from the body language Azar was portraying. The Pureblood’s next words sent a jolt through his body as he blinked at him in surprise, “The way I want? Prerinsing and all?” He questioned excitedly.

As they ran from the dragon Azar would occasionally blast it with concussive energy to slow it down so they could gain some space. It wasn’t long into the run that he began complaining and stating that Trael would be making this up with foot massages and an actual date. He should’ve expected as much at some point, Azar never enjoyed anything that made him exert himself. He followed Azar’s movements with ease though he was surprised at how athletic his man was when it was necessary.

They reached the wooden path that was taken to get to the spa, unsurprisingly another dose of fog was at the location. He watched as Azar crossed, Trael not being proficient in aerokinesis opted from doing that trick. Instead he just focused into force sight and followed the stone platforms Azar had created. As he stepped onto the solid ground again the fog moved to cover them and obscure the dragons view.

Trael looked around getting his bearings after Azar asked about the ship, “If you teleport us off the mountain like you did on maybe 5-10 minutes of walking.” He said as he pulled out a canteen from the pack taking a sip and offering it to Azar. He began thinking on Azar’s question about leaving an egg behind. Trael had already come up with a plan for all the eggs, but it wasn’t worth implementing if they risked not making it off the planet. At the same time if the fog properly causes the dragon trouble and they teleport away, then they wouldn’t need to leave an egg. Before Trael could voice his opinion Azar set his egg down on visible and safe platform. Trael couldn’t carry it, and he trusted in Azar’s judgment so he left the egg.

Trael chased after Azar quickly catching up and ushering him back towards where the first teleported to. As they were making their way they heard the sound of the dragons wings flapping before a loud thud resounded behind them. The beast let out a roar of what could be assumed warning or vengeance, before it took off again in the opposite direction of the two. Another roar resounding on the wind, whether it took the egg or not was unknown to the two sith, yet it could be assumed it was unless they chose to double back. Trael and Azar reached the outcropping over looking the volcanic valley they started in, Azar’s boujie ship could be seen glistening in the distance.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“If teleportation was that simple, do you think I’d be wasting time running?” Azar hissed at Trael as they ran, “Each egg has a life in it and it’s far more exerting to teleport all five of us. I will only do it when I know for sure I won’t need my Force reserves,” Azar said as they kept rushing away from the dragon. Fortunately, his tactic worked and the dragon remained behind to give them an opening to flee.

Eventually when Azar was confident they were fine, he grabbed a hold of Trael, nodding to signal he was going to teleport. He moved them back towards a halfway point, and from there they were able to make it back to the ship. Azar’s Force reserves were nearly completely depleted, and he was exhausted from all the walking.

He collapsed on the couch and promptly went into blob mode. Azar groaned as he plopped his head down on a couch pillow, “We’re not doing a life-threatening hike again for a while,” He declared as the droid pilots prepared for a swift take off. Azar looked over at Trael, “Will you make me something to eatttt?” He asked his boyfriend, using his best pleading face. He knew his man was also tired, but Azar used the Force a lot! He hadn’t complained about food the entire time until now, which should also have earned him some brownie points. Meanwhile, he set one of the dragon eggs on his stomach where he laid on the couch, studying it from various angles and sensing the life within.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael genuinely listened as Azar explained teleportation. He had never even thought of using the Force technique thinking it would be too draining. Which based on Azar’s explanation wasn’t too far from the truth. “So it takes more effort per life, understood.” He huffed as he ran with Azar. Azar’s idea had worked and the dragon successfully avoided this time.

When Azar signaled that they were teleporting, Trael assumed he’d be fine now that he knew what to expect. He was wrong. He once again threw up as they reemerged midway between the ship and mountains. Though this time he was fine after his initial puking incident. They made it back to the ship with relative ease. Trael was ready to take a nap, he had carried the bag the entire day and then three eggs after they collected them. Not to mention running from the dragon.

Azar blobed out on the couch as Trael began taking off the egg bag and backpack. He set the egg bag on the table next to Azar on the couch as he began unpacking the bag on the kitchen table. “Alright baby, no dangerous hikes for a while.” He said chuckling to himself. His gaze went from the bag to Azar as he asked for something to eat, Trael was exhausted yet he was also hungry so with a sigh he went into the kitchen and began cooking.

He grabbed some seasoning from the designated cabinet him and Azar agreed on keeping any potential hazards out of so they wouldn’t die of food poisoning. He then pulled out the ingredients from the fridge he needed to make some Carbonara that his mother used to make him all the time. While he was searing the meat he called out to Azar, “One of the eggs is yours. The other two should be given to your lovers.” He said giving his opinion, “Strategically I’d say rewarding Voss and/or Karys with one or both makes the most sense. It would paint that your loyal subjects get rewarded handsomely.” He said offering his take on the situation, “I’ll support your decision either way. Do whatever you feel is the best option.” He said as he focused back on his pasta dish and cooking it.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was more than a little surprised at his suggestion on what to do with the eggs. For a moment, he said nothing, his fingers idly tracing along the hard, rough surface of the dragon egg. He could briefly connect with the life within, uncorrupted by Dark or Light. Azar could smell what Trael was cooking before long, and he set the egg aside to walk towards him.

He pulled up a seat at the counter, taking a moment to gaze at his man, “Does it bother you?” He asked quietly, “Me..having lovers? Having a husband?” Azar asked him. Trael had known about Azar being poly even before they ever went anywhere together for the first time. It was a topic that never came up, but Trael’s suggestions with the eggs brought it to the forefront.

Azar glanced away for a moment, “The eggs belong to you and I or just me if you don't want one. No one else,” He said simply, “This was a gesture from you, I will not share it with anyone else,” He gazed back at Trael, “What is it that you wish from me? Just for you?” Azar smiled faintly, “I’m asking you, not what you think will benefit me. Love works both ways. I need your honesty.”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had finished cooking the meat and had it simmering to fully finish as he made the sauce. He was stirring it in a saucepan adding a variety of creams and cheeses. In a pot next to the saucepan was a pot boiling the pasta he had everything timed to finish at about the same time.

Azar pulled up a chair, but Trael was too preoccupied with cooking to regard him. It was when Azar asked him if he was bothered by something. He turned a curious gaze towards his boyfriend, who further explained his question. “I’m not bothered by it per se.” He said, “I’d prefer you didn’t, but that isn’t something I’ll force you to choose. Your happiness is what matters to me.” He stated as he stirred the food, “I’m happy enough getting the time and love you give me already.” He said shrugging.

Trael was moving the pasta and meat into the saucepan as Azar started talking about the eggs. He mixed everything together and turned the heat on low to let it thicken as he listened, “What do I want?” He mused, “Well, you could answer calls and texts better.” He said simply turning to face Azar, “I wouldn’t mind more pictures, and not only when you ask for something.” He said, “I would like to have one of the eggs, but not at your expense.” He stated firmly, “Besides that you already give me all I could ask for from you. Because all I truly want is your love which I’ve already been given.” He said simply, Trael was an annoyingly simple man and as such he didn’t have grand desires from Azar. If there were any goals he had, he would accomplish them himself for himself, that wasn’t something he would request of Azar.

He leaned in and gave Azar a kiss, “The food is ready, baby.” He whispered as he pulled back. He gathered a couple plates and split the food evenly between them. His thoughts were still on their earlier conversation, “Is there anything you want from me?” He asked his man, Trael never really thought he could give Azar something he couldn’t acquire himself. Then again he also never asked him either.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar’s face flushed from embarrassment when Trael called him out for his terrible communication skills while they were apart. He was terrible about communicating with texts and pictures in general with everyone, which was problematic with how often he was gone. Azar smiled at Trael, “Fine..I’ll send more pictures…even if they’re not my best,” He liked getting dolled up before sending pictures, but he had to accept that Trael didn’t care about any of that, "I will try to ignore that my nose doesn't look great when I take close selfies," Azar huffed.

He was still deep in thought about Trael’s answer to his question, considering how the man had everything he wanted from Azar. Azar still thought back to those days on his ship on the way to Moraband where Trael was not sold on the concept of loving more than one.

“And what about you, Trael?” Azar asked, “It goes both ways. You are free to love and be with others,” He said. The mild anxiety he had about Trael and women wasn’t entirely gone, but he would never vocalize that. It only manifested in subtle ways like him chewing on the inside of his cheek or fidgeting with his nails.

He smiled when Trael leaned in for a quick kiss, focusing back on the food that smelled exquisite. When Trael asked if he wanted anything from him, “Something you are so adamant about not giving me,” Azar said, “Leaning on me, letting me help you, letting me support you. If my titles and powers don’t matter, you should lean on me just as if we were regular civilians dating. Ask for my help, tell me about your troubles, fail into me,” He stepped closer towards Trael, placing his hands on his shoulders as he gazed up at his man, “I love you,” Azar reminded him, “They’re not just words. They mean a promise to stand by you through the good and bad, through your successes and failures. So don’t only bring me along when everything is great,” Azar said as he slid his hand along Trael’s jawline.

He lingered there for a bit longer before he finally stepped away to start eating. Azar took a few bites and moaned with more enthusiasm than he normally did during intimacy because food was just that exciting to him, “Babe..this is sooo good,” He said as he practically inhaled the first plate and went for seconds.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael didn’t expect Azar to go into the fact that he could be poly if he wanted. “That may be true, but I don’t want to love others.” He said simply, “I’ve never wanted that once I started to love you.” He stated as he gazed at Azar. No one had drawn him in even remotely like Azar, and he knew no one will. He could only love one person and the person he chose to love fully was Azar. He would continue to choose him despite anything that would follow.

Trael gazed at Azar as he began to explain what he wanted from him. It was true Trael was rather closed off when it came to asking for help, he preferred to do as much as he could alone. He didn’t want to seem like he utilized others successes for his own gain, especially Azar’s. “I will lean on you more, I’ll confide in you and let you in.” He answered softly, “But I won’t ask you to help me with everything, I don’t want it to seem like I’m using you.” He admitted, he knew in the orders eyes anything with Azar’s name on it was in a way attributed to him. He didn’t want to fall into the spiral of seemingly needing Azar to accomplish anything. “I love you too.” He said gazing down affectionately at his boyfriend, “I will also be with you regardless of what your path leads too. Whether you become ruler of the galaxy or a simple farmer on a nameless planet. But I will bring you along on more than just hikes from now on, I promise.“ He said with a smile, despite his independent nature he still couldn’t deny having an excuse to spend more time with Azar, even if they were missions and tasks rather than dates.

He sat down to eat with Azar and couldn’t help notice how enthusiastic he was about the food. His moans were different than the normal intimate ones it made Trael quirk a brow at him. He began to eat his own plate when Azar complimented his cooking with drew a smile and slight blush from Trael, “You should get me some Korribani recipes to make you. If I can’t replicate them exactly I’ll put my own twist on it.” He said before returning to his food, the prospect of making Azar something from his home that he loved was extremely enticing for Trael.

Trael had finished his plate as Azar started on his seconds, he watched him scarfing down the food with pride in his eyes. He might not voice it but seeing someone enjoy his cooking was something that he took great pride in. When Azar was finishing with his second plate Trael looked at him curiously, “What’s your plan with the extra egg if you aren’t giving it away?” He asked genuinely curious if Azar planned to raise two of them.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

He giggled at Trael’s comment about being with Azar even if he was a farmer, “Why do I feel like you’d almost prefer me being a nameless farmer?” He asked with a grin, “Can you imagine me as one?” Azar couldn’t even visualize himself taking care of plants, vegetables and smelly animals, “In a straw hat and overalls?” He gasped, bursting out laughing at the image, “Maybe I’ll dress up like that for some fantasy roleplay,” Azar snickered, thoroughly amused.

After they were done eating, Azar grabbed the plates and began to help clean. He may have been a complete princess, but with his partners, he did his part where he could, “Not a chance, darling,” Azar said immediately once Trael suggested Korribani cooking, “You have an entire culture of interesting cuisine! I want to taste it all before we break into anything Korriban,” Azar said simply. Nabooian cuisine was unique and unlike anything Azar ever had before.

He finished with the dishes, glancing over at Trael, “I will raise them as siblings,” He explained, “Perhaps one day I’ll return with them to Sullust to…convince the remaining sibling and the mother to join our cause,” It was a longshot, but who better to sway you than your own blood? After all, it was Azar's specialty.

Azar stepped closer towards Trael, “Come on, this yacht has a tub big enough to fit the both of us,” He said with a teasing grin as he grabbed the other man by the hand to lead him towards the over the top refresher. In fact, one of the areas where cannons would be was removed to make room for this luxury bathroom.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael listened with amusement at Azar’s words. His mind wandering to imagine his man actually trying to work a farm, it drew a wide smile from him. “I’d obviously help you work the farm, but I do agree it is a bit of a stretch to imagine you as a farmer.” He said playfully. He didn’t even imagine him with the hat and overalls, causing him to bust out laughing when Azar mentioned it. Azar then mentioned how he might wear it for fantasy roleplay, “Farmer Azar might grow on me.” He teased, actually curious of how Azar would actually look in farmer clothes.

Trael had finished his food and was about to collect the dishes when Azar beat him to it. He was slightly surprised but went with it. Azar took care of the dinnerware as Trael cleaned the pots and pans off. “Not even for me to learn how to cook it?” He asked curiously, his question practically answered by Azar’s follow up, “When I end up going and claiming my family’s estate soon, you’ll have all the Nabooian food you could think of.” He said giving Azar a look into his more personal plans. He couldn’t let it slip away after his parents built it up the way they did.

Trael was loading the dishwasher in his particular way, not letting Azar do all the dish washing alone, and secretly making sure it was loaded right. “Siblings? That will lead to an interesting dynamic between you and them.” He mused as he finished organizing the dishwasher, “I’m going with you when you go to convince the others.” He wasn’t sure if they could sway the others, but he wasn’t letting Azar take the risk of not being able to alone.

He had just stood up when Azar stepped closer to him. “For us both?” He asked as Azar lead him to the refresher, “We do need to wash up.” He said with a smirk as he followed him into the room. Trael scanned the luxury bathroom curiously, it seemed larger than what it should’ve been. He began to scan the room trying to figure out what he was missing his mind going through the look of the exterior of the ship. Suddenly it clicked, “Did you remove a cannon for a larger bathroom?” He asked somewhat surprised as he remembered that there was a cannon that wasn’t mirrored on this side of the ship when it should be. His thoughts didn’t stop him from beginning stripping though, he wasn’t going to let it stop him from showering with Azar.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar stripped off his clothing and was checking himself out in the mirror from all angles. It was apparent he was looking for all his flaws, leaning in to look at his face and hair, “Hmm?” He asked in response to Trael’s question, “Psh, who needs cannons,” Azar scoffed at the thought, using a mirror with intense magnifiers to look at his blackheads. He made a mental note to go to a spa later that same week.

Azar refused to get in a bath without rinsing off first, so he hopped in the shower to wash off the grime from the day. After that was done, he excitedly drew up the bath complete with fragrant bubbles, “Get in get in!” He chirped to Trael, watching his tall boyfriend squeeze in. There was no way this tub would ever fit Karys, and Azar made a note to make a few more modifications.

He eased into the tub to sit across from Trael, draping his tattooed arms over the sides as he leaned his head back, “I don’t care what you say…even you have to admit the bougie life has perks,” Azar said as he gazed at his man, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you dolled up like Nabooian royalty,” He said with a smirk. He teasingly slid his foot up along Trael’s chest from where he sat, his yellow eyes gleaming with amusement.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael watched as Azar started stripping, his gaze shamelessly checking out his man. His gaze quickly reverted to his face in the mirror as Azar dismissed the need for cannons. He blinked vacantly as he tried to weigh the pros and cons of actually trying to argue this point, which wasn’t really worth it after all. “Guess I’ll need to organize you to have an escort from now on.” He sighed, knowing trying to suggest adding the cannon back wasn’t even something that Azar would entertain.

He watched as Azar went through his motions. While he drew up the bath he took a quick wash off shower too, he didn’t want to risk hearing about him dirtying the water. As he finished Azar was excitedly telling him to get in, he squeezed in leaving room for Azar as best he could. Luckily it wasn’t uncomfortable but it wasn’t far off from being so, if he was any taller it would’ve been a pain for sure. Also he was large enough to keep his arms outside of it which also helped quite a bit.

Azar slid in shortly after him, draping himself across the tub. “I’ll admit it’s nice, but I still would prefer a quieter life.” He said as he relaxed a little in the water. He laid his head back allowing the slightly warmer water to relax his muscles. As he did he felt Azar’s foot graze his chest, causing him to gaze back at Azar. He smirked as he grabbed his foot and began massaging it, “You did say I owe you one of these.” He said playfully as he got in between his toes.

After he finished with the foot he ran his hands down his leg massaging it as well, “With all the running you did I’d think your legs might be sore as well.” He said, orienting Azar’s leg over his shoulder so he could get further up it. He kissed along it as he made his way up, before stopping just before making it all the way. He then started on the other foot and leg.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was about to answer the comment about the quiet life when Trael started to massage his foot. He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling back before he closed them, the sensations absolutely perfect on his sore foot, “How are you so good at this?” He practically groaned out, his eyes still closed. When Trael started moving up his leg, Azar glanced back at his man, an actual blushing rising to his face. He was still not used to Trael being overtly flirty like this, and it still caught him off guard. He felt a heat coursing through him that had nothing to do with the insufficiently warm water.

“Y-Yes.. Very sore..” Azar blurted out, completely entranced by Trael’s actions. He gasped as he felt the kisses along his skin, his leg propped up on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Azar had to resist the urge to simply close to distance and climb into Trael’s lap, his fingers tightly gripping the sides of the tub. He thought Trael would keep going, but he switched to his other leg before getting too close, drawing out a mild pout. However, it was followed by a quiet chuckle as Azar ran his fingers through his own wet hair before looking back at Trael with a sultry grin.

“I think all of me might be sore and need your attention,” He said with a wink, “And when a dragon craves attention…” He trailed off.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael gazed over to Azar as he reacted to his touch. The Pureblood’s movements making Trael smile, he enjoyed the knowledge that he was doing this good, especially considering Azar likely went to the spa regularly. “I learned it when I was younger, I felt it would come in handy if I ever needed to disguise myself as a masseuse.” He teased, though he did learn it as a potential cover, he continued his learning and practice for when he had someone to do it to.

He smiled when Azar agreed that his legs were sore. He had thoroughly massaged the one leg and had moved on to the other. He was making his way to Azar’s thigh when he spoke again. Trael stopped and met Azar’s gaze, before he could respond Azar said something about a dragon craving attention. Trael had no clue where he was going with that, but he wasn’t worried enough about it to dwell.

He pulled Azar up into his lap, “You have to be closer if all of you is sore.” He said with a smirk. He started kissing along his neck his hands working their way up his back. They made their way into Azar’s hair and Trael pulled it, tilting Azar’s head back as he kissed along his neck before making his way back to his lips, “I’ll give you all the attention you crave.” He whispered between kisses. He let go of his hair as his hands wandered down to the cake. He always enjoyed taking his time savoring Azar, and he didn’t plan on ever changing that.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar almost giggled at his ridiculous explanation about posing as a masseuse. However, when he pondered it, he began to realize it was a brilliant strategy. What better way to get someone powerful completely vulnerable than to pose as one? Often they didn’t have guards inside massage rooms because it would disrupt the ambiance. And massages were always luxury experiences, which meant one could have even someone like Emryc Thorne by the balls in a vulnerable spot. Azar rubbed his chin in thought, briefly distracted from the moves Trael was making on him. His man knew him well enough to know it was because Azar had some conniving plots cooking.

The Pureblood gasped when he was tugged into Trael’s lap, biting his lip as he felt the kisses along his neck. He was once again surprised when his head was tilted back, a devious little laugh escaping him as he gazed briefly at the ceiling. Desire burned through him and his body betrayed him beneath the bubbles. Azar returned the kiss eagerly, his hands placed on Trael’s shoulders. He smirked at his man when he drew back, “Since when did you become so bold?” He asked with a teasing grin, recalling back to when even Azar stepping close to Trael made him bolt in the past.

He always enjoyed when the cake got attention, of course, and he scooted closer to Trael. One of Azar’s hands traced down the front of Trael’s body, disappearing beneath the water to tease his man. He kept his gaze on Trael’s the entire time while he did so, “So tell me about these Naboo plans of yours,” Azar said with a grin, not pausing what he was doing.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had been a more docile lover with Azar, uncertain if Azar would be comfortable not being the dominant one. He was rather different when not around Trael and he very much had the bearing of a Sith Lord and King. Yet the longer that the two were together the more that Trael noticed both of them naturally melding into opposite roles. This realization was compounded by the scene at the spa and how much Azar enjoyed when Trael took control like both seemed to prefer.

“When I realized you’d be comfortable with my boldness.” He said truthfully, though himself gaining some much needed self assurance and confidence aided significantly. Trael’s desire was rapidly bubbling up, his body showcasing this under the water. So when Azar began teasing him he couldn’t help the moan that escaped him. He gazed back at Azar as his desire was now boiling over, trying to formulate a response to his question. Each time one began to come together it was swept away by another burst of pleasure.

Realizing he wasn’t going to be able to answer he simply pulled Azar’s hand back up on his shoulder as he lifted his man up. “We’ll talk about this later.” He stated firmly as he kissed Azar walking him towards the door to the room. Since he wasn’t looking he didn’t notice the door was closed and slammed Azar into it. He began to fidget with the controls while still kissing Azar trying to get the door open but seeming to hit every button but the right one. Eventually he just gave up and decided the bathroom would be good enough.

Trael delved into his desire in the bathroom. Though he didn’t hold back, pinning Azar to the walls, door and various counters. He made sure not to break anything in the room. He explored Azar enjoying himself fully and making sure his man did the same. Azar’s numerous beauty products, scented lotions, and oils were all over the floor from being knocked off the counters the inhabited. When they finished they were sat on the toilet covered in sweat and both thoroughly disheveled. Trael was panting as he held Azar close, not wanting him to slide into the floor. It was always an exhilarating experience making love with Azar, one that he would never cease to desire.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“Comfortable? I love your boldness,” Azar said eagerly, his desires getting too much to handle. While he waited for Trael’s response to his question, he fully intended to climb atop his man and have his way. However, Trael once again surprised him by taking the wheel, casually lifting Azar out of the tub. The pureblood giggled as he clung to Trael, impressed they didn’t slip and unceremoniously tumble to the floor. The giggle turned into an all out chortle when Trael couldn’t get the door open, Azar barely able to kiss him back because the situation was hysterical.

The quest to the bedroom abandoned, the two fulfilled their desires right there in the refresher, the mirrors fogging and their shared sounds of ecstasy filling the space. Azar was contorted into all manners of shapes on various surfaces, letting Trael explore him in all the ways he desired. They had done this many times, and yet it remained just as exhilarating as that very first time. Instead of his luxurious bed, he was sitting on Trael’s lap on the toilet, his head pressed against his boyfriend’s shoulder. Though Trael did most of the work, Azar still felt drained and ready for a nap, his arms loosely wrapped around his man’s neck.

“You keep doing all that and I’ll have to find excuses to bring you along for every mission I go on,” Azar said breathlessly. He tenderly kissed along Trael’s shoulder where he had unwittingly left a love bite. He shakily rose to his feet, dragging Trael back into the shower to rinse off sweat and other evidence of their heated encounter.

Once they were out, Azar threw on a cozy, luxurious robe that was clearly stitched somewhere in the Core. He handed one to Trael excitedly, “It’s for you!” He said eagerly, pointing to the T that was embroidered on the robe to match the A on Azar’s. They even had matching fuzzy slippers which, of course, Trael would also have to wear. He wiped off the mirror and stood next to his man, smiling brightly, “Don’t we look adorable?” He asked before getting on his tiptoes to kiss Trael on the cheek, “Not a bad look for a Sith Master,” Azar said casually as he looked at his man’s reflection before flashing a wink.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was still collecting himself, he was fairly drained himself and ready to relax. He gazed at Azar as he mentioned finding excuses to take him on every mission, "You don't need an excuse for that. Just ask me to tag along." He said simply. Goosebumps spread along his skin as Azar tenderly kissed his shoulder, these small intimate moments were the ones he cherished most of all. Azar eventually rose to his feet and dragged Trael into the shower to rinse off.

When they got out Azar put on a luxurious robe, luckily Trael was rather well in tune with fashion to notice the stitching was of core style. He blinked in surprise when Azar handed him his own, he smiled as Azar eagerly explained it was his and pointed out the embroidered T. "I love it, sweety." He said with a hint of excitement. He put the robe on, which was cozier than he expected, and put on the very noticeable matching slippers. Azar wiped off the mirror and stepped next to him, even he couldn't deny how cute they looked in the matching outfits, though he'd never admit this to Azar, his man would never let it go. "We do look like those goal couples people go on about on social media." He said in response, it'd be the closest Azar got to an open agreement to his statement.

Trael looked at Azar through the mirror curiously, he was a Lord now, why would he call himself a Master? "You aren't talking about yourself are you?" He mused aloud, the question absently escaping him. Trael was only a Champion so he wasn't a Master. Was he promoted unknowingly by some spur of the moment crowning? He hadn't met Tempest personally for that to happen. Unless she shadow promoted him while he was imprisoned. No, that didn't make sense. OH! He's endorsing my promotion. While he was spiraling he'd have a blank expression on his face. "Oh you meant me." He said sheepishly. He was embarrassed by how long it took him to put it together. Oh no I do have blonde moments.

The two relaxed and enjoyed each others company during the trip back to Korriban. Trael made sure to setup a folder with the information and research he had on Arkanian Dragons. He had both a physical and digital copy made incase Azar misplaced either on, he even had a backup of his own in the event both were misplaced. He even went through compiling a regiment to train some Kissai to aid in caring for the Dragons, from his research into the creatures, making sure any potential scenario was covered.

@Sreeya