Ask Naboo Sheer Heart Attack

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan hummed with satisfaction. Emryc put the subject of the Queen in the same category as any of his other work, purely maneuvering for personal gain. The eyes had shown it as they usually did, but in the state the half-Sephi was in so did the rest of his face and even his posture. The Firrerreo was quickly catching on to his tone as well, linking it to certain movements and expressions. The more he heard and watched Emryc speak the less he needed to watch him to understand.

It was an unusual thing for the prince, who often picked apart the tiniest details of others, but it was also a comfortable sort of closeness that he thoroughly enjoyed. Which was why Emryc was getting so many kisses.

Rather than immediately answer the other man's statement his lips lingered for a moment against the skin of his neck, tongue tracing the muscle there before pulling back. He sat up straight and tall in Emryc's lap, head slightly angled to best view his angled features, grinning self-confidently all the while. Morgan had indeed promised him a show, and he fully intended to follow through.

"So I did," he affirmed and hopped off the bed, moving a short distance away from the end of it. He turned and double-checked the windows- tinted and curtains closed- and the door, which was still locked. Quite casually he removed his boots turned his head to flash Emryc a very familiar grin, and then fully turned away from him.

Slender fingers curled beneath his shirt to remove it, the cloth rustling softly as pale and slightly silver-tinted skin was revealed, brands standing in stark contrast to the rest of him. The muscles of his neck, shoulders, and back coiled with easy strength beneath, very visible in the bright hospital room lighting.

Emryc wanted a show, he was going to get one.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched Morgan slip away from the bed. He pressed the button to bring his bed upright so he could sit up more to watch, a hilariously slow motion effort that reminded them that they were still in a hospital room. Being on drugs meant that there was no holding back the expressions on his face. His eyes followed Morgan’s every move, widening when the firrerreo began to strip. The monitor began to beep again and Emryc glanced down and focused the Force on the band on his wrist. After enough pressure, the device snapped and cracked in half, Emryc shaking it off casually as the monitor stopped at once.

He focused back on Morgan, watching as more of his skin was revealed. Emryc stared as the brands and markings were revealed, remembering how he had taken so much time to explore and study each of them. His desires were clear in his eyes, and they were that much more uninhibited and untempered. Gold mixed with silver and he had to fight for control.

Emryc’s gaze trailed over the muscles of Morgan's back, the shoulder blades between which he wanted to kiss, the arch of his back and the light dimples in his lower back. The sounds of Holonet faded into the distance and Emryc could only focus on Morgan, staring wide eyed as he took in the contours of every muscle and the pattern of every brand.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

With sensuous ease the garment was removed and, pinched between two fingers, dropped atop a spare chair. Morgan took a moment to stretch, rolling his neck and shoulders now bare before silver eyes. Fingers ran briefly through his hair before they dropped down. The trousers and the cloth beneath were next, together slipping slowly to the cold floor with a gentle rustling.

As Emryc watched him, he'd find out that the sleek and silken black socks Morgan wore under his boots today went all the way up to mid thigh, clinging comfortably close to the prince's willowy legs. A flick of the Force sent the fallen clothing to join the shirt and the Firrerreo turned his head to look at his soldier boy over his shoulder, gold eyes burning brightly, and held that pose for another moment.

Then he turned back toward the hospital bed and gracefully moved his way back atop, golds never leaving silvers the entire time. Morgan settled himself softly back into Emryc's lap, placing himself within easy reach. His arms laid themselves affectionately over the other man's shoulders and he smiled as bright as his eyes in that moment.

"Tell me what I can do for you."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc watched as Morgan moved almost excruciatingly slow. He took in every roil and ripple of muscle and skin, the different ways the brands formed new shapes depending on how he moved. As the layers of clothing came down, he could feel himself losing even more control. His heartbeats quickened and his focus was entirely ahead of him. His blood ran hot, coursing rapidly through his veins as desire danced in his eyes. The beast that hovered beneath the surface circled and stalked, aching to be released.

He couldn’t help the soft exhale as Morgan purposely took slow care to remove the pants, lingering especially on the way the socks had hugged his legs. Morgan would hear Emryc moving and shifting on the bed even before he turned to give that teasing look. The half Sephi’s face was priceless, eyes wide as saucers, lips slightly parted and other clear signs that Morgan’s actions were having some impacts.

Emryc stared at Morgan as he turned around and climbed on the bed. His pupils were still constricted, though some of the effects were slowly wearing off. Even then, there were few filters right now. Emryc couldn’t bite back a groan as Morgan climbed back into his lap, his hips moving almost instinctively.

Silvers gazed into gold, and Emryc completely forgot that he had a broken arm. The cast began to move towards Morgan, awkwardly brushing against one of Morgan’s arms until Emryc looked down with a scowl. He looked back at the Firrerreo and smiled sheepishly, his other hand coming to slide down his side.

Emryc’s eyes never left Morgan’s as that hand slid shifted over to his chest. Fingers traced down to his stomach, abdomen and then below. He never stopped, his gaze locked on Morgan’s as his desires came through in every gesture and every action, just as they depicted in the bright gold in his eyes.

“You may have to do all the work.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan had heard the other man's heart hammering, could almost feel his eyes burning a hole straight through him, but the soft little sound that slipped past his lips was the most gratifying thing that'd reached his ears. That and the expression on Emryc's face which Morgan was fairly sure he was never going to forget. Any regret for the effort he'd put into blending was completely lost before that look. It was worth it.

The prince wiggled a little in place under his soldier boy's touch, a quiet breath escaping him as the hand moved lower across skin and across brands only Emryc amongst the Sith had ever seen, much less touched. Gold stared into gold, fire clashing and intermingling with fire. Morgan leaned forward, bare warmth sinking into Emryc and face just inches away.

"As you wish," he whispered breathily, struggling to maintain control himself.

With a great and consuming passionate Morgan kissed Emryc, their time apart only making him hungrier for it. Slender fingers his came up and carefully pulled open Emryc's shirt. A quiet snap sounded as dexterous fingers unclasped a button to pull down the fabric in the way, then settled on a thigh. There he stayed for a little while, taking in the feeling and scents of Emryc.

Eventually Morgan drew back and his greedy kiss was replicated, muscle by muscle, down the other man's torso. It was gentle and affectionate near where his ribs were bruised, feather light and affectionate. Elsewhere lay the touch of fangs, filed but still quite sharp. The half-Sephi's hand was cheekily moved from where it was and was laid gently but firmly atop the prince's head, fingers sliding into black hair that in Emryc's grasp served the same purpose as a leash.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc welcomed that kiss, returning it hungrily as his hand focused on teasing in concert. He could never get enough of those lips, and he leaned into it to taste him. He vaguely noticed the filed down fangs when his tongue brushed against them, and it popped several questions into his head that were quickly flooded over. Emryc almost pouted when Morgan pulled back from the kiss, his eyes still wide with his face betraying his desire.

He helped as much as he could with removing his clothing, revealing the bandages that were still around his ribs. Emryc pressed that button again to lean himself further back, but not all the way. He exhaled softly as Morgan began to kiss along his skin, his body shifting and moving in response. It was far more reactive than usual, a testament to fleeting control. He almost protested when his hand was removed, but focused on curling his fingers into Morgan’s hair instead.

Gold tinged his eyes, shifting from mere streaks to almost the entirety of them, and then back. The gold rippled and pooled, his grip on Morgan’s hair tightening. His body tensed and relaxed, his grip almost painful with fewer inhibitions. He pushed and pulled, directing in ways he would otherwise hesitate from. Pupils remained constricted, golds admixing with silvers in his eyes.

His thoughts conflicted every now and then, reminding him of Drast princes, his gods, his devotion. His thoughts wanted to remind him of his subservient role in the face of Drast, but they crashed against the burning fire that raged through his body and mind. Everything Morgan did set him ablaze, spreading an inferno throughout the fields of his self discipline and devotion. It directed him to worship elsewhere just for this moment.

The hand that held his hair released and Emryc reached forth and easily maneuvered the prince around, far more direct with his gestures than he was normally. He knew what he wanted and he would move Morgan around however he pleased. Emryc’s hand traced up along Morgan’s calf, then up his thigh, against the silky fabric there. He leaned forth to kiss against skin and the markings and brands there. The kisses were steps up towards where he wanted to bite enough times to leave a permanent mark. He acted deliberately and with purpose, wanting to satiate his hunger by devouring divinity. He would climb that path towards his new place of worship, all thoughts of his campaign and the galaxy at large forgotten.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc's firm grip in the prince's hair and commanding lead were eagerly accepted, every pull and push answered with an intensifying of the growling purr from Morgan's chest. His skin flushed gold and and the fire burned brighter, putting more energy into what he was doing where he was moved, clear signs it was something he wanted Emryc to continue doing. The other man knew well the Firrerreo had enough strength and will to stop him if he chose.


Morgan was moved again, shifted from where he was into an altar of adoration. He accepted any and all worship his soldier boy would give, in whatever way he chose, and drowned him in affection in kind.

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Show over some later later, Morgan had ended up clothed again. He'd scooted a chair very close to the bed to be within peak cuddle range and spent that time absolutely pampering Emryc. Petting his hair, more affectionate kisses, holding his hand, adjusting his bed for him and his blankets, retrieving things he wanted.

At this point he was even feeding him grapes, having gone off to get them and assure the nursing staff all was well before they got too suspicious. He'd made sure to get his hair and other things back in order, of course, back into work mode for all of the ten minutes he'd been gone.

Softly he began to hum a jatz-y song and offered another fruit with one hand, smiling softly at his soldier boy all the while and holding Emryc's hand with the other. A thumb over it every so often, and he raised it slowly after a while to press his lips against it.

"I love you," he whispered into his fingers, not expecting to hear it back anytime soon but feeling very patient about it. He knew how the half-Sephi felt about him from the multitude of other things he did or said. The figurine he'd been given was even on his new ship in his room, overlooking the bed. Morgan just wanted to say how he felt sometimes, so long as Emryc could hear.

"I would like you to visit after your arm heals."

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@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had a dazed and satisfied look on his face since they finished, and that look remained for some time. The drugs began to ease off and more of his regular personality seeped through. For now, he was too focused on Morgan to think about how foolish he may have acted under drugs. The Firrerreo soon learned that Emryc was stubbornly difficult to pamper. He attempted his shaky use of the Force to retrieve anything and put up a small resistance with efforts to do anything for him, but Morgan won that battle in the end.

By the time it got to the grapes, Emryc was thoroughly defeated and decided he liked being taken care of by Morgan. The entire concept was foreign to him, and it was clear he was still deciding if he was comfortable with it. The Drast heritage was something he still struggled with, and it was an internal battle he had to fight often. He had to force himself repeatedly to see Morgan for just Morgan, a man that genuinely loved him - also a difficult concept to grasp.

Emryc felt Morgan’s soft lips against his fingers as he murmured those words that he savored so much. He could hear Morgan say them a thousand times over and it would quicken his pulse just the same. Emryc looked at him quietly before tugging him closer by that same hand. He tilted his head to tenderly kiss him on the lips, lingering there for a moment before he drew back to gaze at him again.

“Stay,” Emryc said quietly, “I can reschedule the Queen,” He attempted to move his cast a bit, glancing at it, “It’s not too bad. I can try to get discharged today.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan to some degree understood the conflict going on in the other man's head. He also understood he was genuinely trying. It showed in the way he was clearly unused to the sort of attention Morgan was pushing on him but still ended up giving in to it. He also tended to let it out sometimes by saying wonderful little things or making a gesture that spoke more clearly than he was able to at times.

The prince allowed himself to be pulled in and kissed, smiling into and keeping that look on his face after Emryc pulled back. His next widened the smile and brought a rush of golden heat over Morgan's skin. The soldier boy's work was very important to him, and his moves on Naboo were vital. Suggesting to put aside the Queen herself to spend more time with Morgan was more than a little validating. He laughed softly, placing the grapes aside and lifting a hand to cup Emryc's face, looking directly into his eyes.

"I would like that," he answered, kissing him again for good measure before drawing back, eyes glittering. "And you can. But you shouldn't, and I won't." Morgan placed the hand he held over his heart, where the soft purring and thumping beat was easiest to feel. He spoke firmly, but still with a great deal of affection. "Your career does not discourage me." Gently he laid his forehead against Emryc's, fingers raising up to softly run through his hair.

"I am yours, and I'll still be waiting. You are mine, and you'll still come marching home. Is this not so?"

Morgan slipped past then and wrapped his arms around Emryc's over his shoulders, not wanting to hurt his ribs this time but very much wanting to embrace him. He stayed there, just soaking in the familiar scents and warmth again. Soon they'd be apart again and the prince would miss the other man again, but he knew he'd keep his promise.

After a few silent seconds Emryc's nightingale began to sing, soft and sweet, quietly and just behind his ears. It whispered through the Force, not strong enough to soak into the room but enough for him to feel it. He sang that same lullaby about the blackbird, just for the man he loved. Morgan wanted to encourage him with the song, and with the echoes that came with it to remind him of all the ways and reasons Emryc was held so dear.

@Sreeya