Ask Nothing Gold Can Stay

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal adopted a mock expression of thoughtfulness, right hand coming up one under his chin as he pondered both the larger man's expression and his words. The Jedi put on a show of seriously considering which one he wanted. In truth he actually was.

On the one hand he could just remove his pants, maybe put on a show now that Rick's eyes seemed to be doing their job. On the other hand he'd brought more than one pair of pants and the shredding could be kinda fun. After a couple moments he gave a broad shrug.

His hands came down to his belt, which he unhooked and tossed over to where the shirt was. The tie of his pants was undone next and he allowed the cloth to freely slide down his colourfully marked thighs and all the way to the ground. Hannibal's grin had returned in full force, even using the Force himself to make it fall intentionally slowly.

And, of course, he placed his hands right back on his hips as he stood there bare before the other man. His interest was obvious as it always was and he made no effort to hide himself, especially at this point.

"So you gonna join me?"

Rick would find a most subtle pressure settled over one side of his chest like the pressure from a hand. It wandered freely downwards before settling just below his navel. Hannibal winked.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched as the belt came off and was tossed aside. He could tell right away the man wasn’t used to this and it only enticed the half Sephi more than Hans would ever know. Silver eyes never left the man, the gaze lowering only when the pants began to slide down. He followed along the tattoos that traveled down below, taking in sight of the man’s athletic legs, the cut of his abs that dipped down towards his hips and of course everything beneath.

The half Sephi lazily took it all in, not responding to the man immediately. He remained reclined where he was, propped up on his elbows. He felt the pressure from the Force and it caused his gaze to flick up to meet emeralds again. There was a half grin that formed then as Emryc quietly regarded him.

A moment passed and still Emryc did nothing. However, shortly after that the Force coiled around the man’s neck. It pressed gently, but with purpose. It would tug the man towards the half Sephi to close the distance between them. He purposely released it abruptly and nudged the man forward so he was forced to fall and catch himself. The Force coiled him to ensure the man dropped to sit on his abdomen.

Emryc quietly stared at him from this vantage point for a moment before he sat upright. A hand traveled up to grab fistfuls of the man’s hair and tilt his head backwards.

The moment that happened, Emryc purposely opened the floodgates of his mind that had bits of both himself and Raze. But it was strictly in the context of desire. It would be as if Hans had been set ablaze, his skin burning hot as both frost and fire chilled and scalded him at once.

He would feel raw, unbridled ache and intense passion that would hit all his senses from all sides. It would be physical just as it was mental, and he would be especially aware of the almost painful grip on his hair. He would lose sight of the sky above him and see only in the plane of emotions and sensations. He would be thrown into the very world he knew. It was a blast of overdrive into the parts of him that registered carnal desire, wants, pleasure and everything in between. He would be thrown into an ocean of ecstasy, sensations beginning from his fingertips and all the way to the pit of his stomach as surely as the blood rushed through him.

Emryc was vaguely aware of Hans clutching onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into skin. He didn’t stop, sitting perfectly still with the man’s head yanked back while relentlessly assailing his senses in the most erotic ways. In the boldest and shameless ways to not only speak Hans' language but to make love to him with the words. It was the act of Emryc, but mainly the machinations of the passionate and unforgiving beast that was Raze.

There was a glint of gold that passed over the emerald surfaces moments before Emryc felt the grip on him tighten from the other man. The half Sephi slowly released the hair and allowed Hans to face him again, a grin waiting for him. Emryc’s chest was far messier than it had been moments prior. The half Sephi never answered him, silvers staring deep into emeralds.

Unapologetically.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal just stood there with his form being drunk in by the other man. Silvers reflected the sights and shapes of every valley, every curving line and training shaped muscle and colourful design. Very few parts of him were unpainted by the artist's needle and ink, making those places more already more obvious than they already were given his state of dress.

The Force nudged him toward Rick by the neck and abruptly guided him down into a particularly sturdily build seat, hands coming forward to steady himself against strong shoulders. Hannibal found he didn't mind the new arrangement and found some sense of balance in the moment the larger man was checking him out.

Then Rick rose up and his hand curled into the Jedi's hair. Hannibal's senses exploded in the face of the onslaught of what the boatman unleashed.

Fire and lightning suddenly surged from Rick and into Hannibal, scorching its way through his mind and down every nerve and muscle. His whole body tensed up in an instant, eyes widening and lips parting in a cut-off gasp, mouth hanging half open. His skin flushed and tingled with the sensation of switching quickly between hot and cold.

Colour exploded across his vision and drowned out everything else. Bursts of deepest red, blue waved and swam, lines of pink and white shading in the edges. It felt as if they flew freely through his eyes and sprinted through his head and down his spine, curling toes and tightening hands against the other man's shoulders. Fire and ice both swirled and intermixed in his belly, pounding heartbeat the only sound he heard besides the echoes of wild and carnal things the waves of passion brought with them.

He was only aware of the fingers grasping his hair because that too was part of the rushing waterfall of desire, pounding into him and leaving him breathless and washing all other thought away. It was a raw and overwhelming thing and he didn't notice when his legs squeezed the man it all came from or his fingernails biting into broad shoulders, didn't notice when there was finally a gasping moan of a breath. It was all too quick for him to handle and process.

There weren't any images or concrete things to be looked through this time. It all sensation and feeling all at once.

What made it even more powerful was the simple fact that the other man's intentions were carried along with it. Rick did this to speak to Hannibal's nature as an empath in the most intimate of ways, and while that didn't register in words, it hastened the already rapid pressure building in his abdomen.

Mere seconds passed but to Hannibal it felt as if time itself slowed to a crawl. Each second that ticked by with his body burning was uncountable and stretched out. Every moment was more burning and intense than the last, stacking and interweaving taller atop itself in an endless cycle of ecstasy.

All the gathered colours, the sounds, the hot and cold, everything compressed and exploded into brilliant fireworks behind the man's eyes. Limbs shivered and shook in the larger man's lap and he couldn't help the sounds that escaped his lips, eyes shut from the sheer intensity as he reached the apex. Rapturous bliss ran wild through him in those few moments, uncontrolled and absolute, as his vision faded to white.

Just as suddenly his vision returned blurred. The sensations had stopped and his hair was freed, arms and legs very, very relaxed. Silvers were looking at him again with a grin below them as Hannibal caught his breath, blinking repeating to try and clear his sight, half leaning on the larger man since his arms weren't doing what he wanted them to at the moment.

It took a few breaths before he even looked down and caught the effects of his empathic overdose, a small and very lazy smirk finding itself on his face.

"Couldn'tave done that before?" Hannibal mumbled between breaths, head falling forward to rest on Rick's shoulder. He was clearly dazed and out of it and between having just woken up and this, was really rather tired. Uninterrupted he would just sit there and fall asleep for a little while.

It was an experience he wasn't likely to forget, that was certain. But it was also just way too much for him first thing in the morning.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc caught the dazed look on the man’s face and the lazy, satisfied grin before he collapsed against his shoulder. He grinned wider as he gazed over the man’s shoulder at the mountains, “Only takes care of one of us,” He said simply.

The half Sephi felt slightly taxed from that clever manipulation of the Force. The man was no simple minded Jedi, and it was incredibly clear that he was exceptionally powerful. Navigating through his mind even to pleasure him had exhausted him.

Emryc exhaled and slowly leaned back on the grass. He allowed the man to come down with him, his wide and larger torso serving as a rather comfortable bed. The half Sephi gazed up at the sky and watched the way the clouds slowly drifted across. He could tell it would rain later, but for now he simply watched how vibrant and alive the world was around him.

He reached for his e-cigarra and ignited it, placing it between his lips and puffing out smoke towards the air. His other hand lazily rested slightly over the man’s hip.

As he felt the warmth from the other man and the soft brush of breath against his skin, his thoughts traveled far away. He gazed up at the sky and thought of his ship, imagining it streaking through the air. He thought of his endless bookshelves and the tomes that he wanted to see again. Somehow. He thought of the Huttball games he would be able to see again. He thought of the vibrant yellow gaze that he ached to see so desperately.

His grip around the man’s hip tightened just slightly as he exhaled another cloud of smoke, “Thank you,” Emryc murmured quietly though he was sure the man was too out of it to hear.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

He supposed, in those foggy moments before he fell asleep, what Rick said made sense. Not much fun if one of them's done in about five seconds, is it? The two men lowered down to the ground and Hannibal had little desire to move just then. A muscular torso would work nicely for a little rest before they continued on. He hadn't been the most fond of the extended closeness after the fun the first time, or some of the times that followed, but by this point he was both tired and comfortable with it after their shared camping and healing adventure up and down the mountain.

Rick looked up at the sky and Hannibal fell into his exhausted nap. Gathered clouds, some puffy white and others a slowly darkening gray, made their way across the vast, bright blue. High above a native bird of prey lazily glided toward the mountains, a tiny spot of black against the white, blue, and gray. It called out, a keening cry echoing out as it flew, then again as it grew closer to the mountains. Insects buzzed idly in the grass and trees around the two tired men, flitting to and fro while a little red fox watched them curiously from a safe distance.

Of course the Jedi didn't hear the larger man's thanks, at best getting a distant-sounding mumble. He didn't feel the what Rick did when he imagined his ship and bookshelves and yellow eyes looking back at him, either, a curious and strange thing that'd brought him a mixture of unease and peace in the end. The fingers on his hip registered a small movement but still he softly breathed, clearly either asleep or about to be.

He'd decided to take the experience he'd just be given as some kind of thanks, anyway.

There he would stay for nearly a quarter hour before his eyes blinked open again and with a lazy yawn. It was another minute at least before he'd roll off and groggily get himself up upright, looking over at Rick for a moment. Friendly amusement crossed his face.

"Should rinse off 'fore we go." His stomach growled. "Mm. Food too."

Hannibal grumbled and got to his feet to get on those things, stretched, and headed toward the river. They still had another boat ride back and he didn't feel like doing it sticky.

@Sreeya