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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc said nothing but gave a visibly curious glance when Morgan mentioned trying things on as they walked past the displays. He was silent the rest of the way as they approached the shoe store, Morgan’s arm around his while his hands remained stuffed in his pockets. His focus was entirely on shoes when Morgan asked his question. This got the Firrerreo a puzzled look.

“I have a neutral opinion on shoe laces,” He said with a flat tone that clearly suggested he found it to be a stupid question. Normally Emryc didn’t answer stupid questions at all, but he always felt compelled to answer when questions came from Morgan.

Emryc walked into the store and directly towards the sportier section. There were brand athletic shoes that were incredibly overpriced because they had famous athlete endorsements. Emryc looked like a child in a candy shop as he explored all the different kinds of sneakers.

He kept walking around until his eyes narrowed, “They...don’t have my size,” He grumbled as he picked up a shoe that looked to be made for someone half his size.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan laughed softly after Emryc's shoe-centric reply, quite unable to help himself. It wasn't the kind of answer he'd expected but it was very much like his boyfriend, a testament to their relationship that he answered at all if that's what he'd thought the prince had meant. Morgan decided with that in mind a surprise demonstration would be more fun than elaborating and let it go. Instead he focused on the vast array of shoes in the store.

Which were apparently too small for Emryc. The Firrerreo turned to look at the ones the other man held up, having been looking at a pair of leather loafers he liked, and narrowed his eyes at the sneakers for a moment. Morgan placed the loafers precisely back on their little stand and walked over to his boyfriend.

"What size are you wearing now?"

He didn't actually know Emryc's exact shoe size. Although he'd certainly seen the other man's shoes often enough to approximate he'd never felt the need to look into them and check. Assuming he got an acceptable answer he'd immediately turn around and head over to the customer service desk to very politely ask them if they had anything in the specified size. Sometimes they had some in stock not directly on display in these places.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc moodily put the shoe back as he walked around. Only Morgan would be able to tell the man was sulking. To anyone else, he had his usual stoic demeanor and expressionless face on. He quietly surveyed a few more shoes he knew wouldn’t fit until Morgan asked his question.

“Athletics 14,” He grumbled as he sighed, “I have to have them custom fitted usually. Too expensive,” He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets again. He would wander around for a bit longer while Morgan went off to do whatever. Emryc searched the entire sport section and couldn’t find a single pair that fit him.

Emryc finally decided to leave the store until he paused by a display that had different kinds of shoelaces.

“Uh…” He pointed at it, “Anything look good?” Emryc asked helpfully since Morgan apparently was into them.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan immediately memorized the sizing and went off to have what looked from where Emryc was to be a very normal and friendly conversation with the lady behind the desk. He was only there for a few minutes before walking away to find his boyfriend again, not carrying a bag with a shoe box in it. His mouth opened to speak and then transitioned into a bemused look when the other man asked about the shoelaces. Morgan blinked.

Then he placed a small card with the shop's logo on it in Emryc's hand. "If you order a shoe in your size on their holosite you'll get a discount," he informed him matter-of-factly. The card he'd been given had a coupon code on it for 20% off. He turned to wave cheerily at the customer service rep who waved back with a look reminiscent of a person who'd just unexpectedly discovered a particularly cute puppy.

"Yes," he added, leaning in a little bit to half-whisper with a sly grin, "I like those." A finger subtly pointed across the way toward an undergarment shop, distinctly featuring a large collection of lacey goods. At which point he once more took Emryc's arm in his and started to head toward a more ordinary clothing store.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc took the card and stared at it, silver eyes flicking over to look at the service rep. It hit him at once what happened, but he let it slide with a knowing grin. His gaze followed Morgan’s when he pointed. Emryc’s expression changed at once, jaw growing slack and eyes slightly wide as realization dawned on him.

He was vaguely aware of Morgan tugging at his arm and making them walk towards other shops. However, Emryc abruptly veered him in the opposite direction and back towards the other one with all the lacy garments on display, “You can’t drop that on me and then go to some kriffing button up shop,” He practically hissed as they walked towards the lingerie store.

Emryc noticed at once it was full of women, but he was entirely unconcerned. He looked around at all the different displays and noticed one that had black, lacy stockings going up to the thighs, “Those,” He said flatly. Nothing more was said.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

There was no stopping the look of impish amusement on Morgan's face when Emryc insisted on heading toward lingerie store instead. The prince casually followed along, grin widening further in response to the tone the other man took at the same time. He was probably going to pay a little for this game of his later on, but who said that was a bad thing?

Golden eyes flicked up toward the indicated outfit and a brow was raised. They were classic for a reason, and it also confirmed a bit of Emryc's taste in a way that the Firrerreo appreciated. Morgan's gaze turned to look at Emryc's, clearly pondering some mischief or other, but they were already getting looks from the women in the store. Best not to cause too much trouble.

Not here anyway.

"As you wish."

Morgan's arm left his boyfriend's and he waltzed right in through the entrance to get a closer look at the sets of stockings. He was visible in the display next to them face away from the other man for a solid few seconds before he picked up a small box and headed over to the desk to pay for them and a couple other accessories he snatched up on the way over. The woman behind it didn't seem to know quite how to handle Morgan shamelessly buying these things but her customer service face didn't quite break, either.

Unless interrupted he'd reappear through the entrance with a new bag within a few minutes.

"Button up shop now?" Morgan looked somehow pleased with himself.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc simply stared as Morgan casually announced about the button up store. He almost opened his mouth to state that they had done enough shopping for the day, but his patient nature won in the end as it usually did. Annoyed at himself, Emryc stuffed his hands in his pockets again and tried to pull his thoughts away from where they were drifting.

“Button up shop..” He confirmed moodily as he walked next to Morgan again. Silver eyes scanned over the various food and accessories shops they passed. There were a few more glances his way, but he pointedly looked away to avoid them. The galaxy was full of trillions, and if he wasn’t wearing a suit with his hair styled just right, it was a longshot anyone would actually pinpoint him.

After a moment, they arrived at the name brand shop. Emryc already spotted a few dress shirts he liked, though it would have to be custom tailored like most of his nicer clothing. The half Sephi walked over to inspect a few shirts, though his gaze kept flicking back over to the bag Morgan carried from the lingerie shop.

Emryc walked back towards Morgan, “Going to try some things on?” He asked, secretly hoping to hurry along their mall stay.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

With a small smile still on his face he headed off to the more ordinary shop with Emryc. The continued glances of others toward his boyfriend weren't as amusing anymore but neither did they bother him, rather becoming another detail in the background. Just a distraction from spending time with his soldier boy.

Morgan made a beeline toward a collection of different shirts and pants, long sleeves only of course, and immediately began to look them over. Like when he worked he was fastidious about checking things like fabric and fit, but with more of a sense of casualness rather than quick efficiency. Emryc returned at his side and he'd only picked up a single paired shirt and trousers to consider. Golden eyes looked at him from the side with a thoughtful expression and the smallest smirk.

He looked around to give the other things a cursory glance, said "Just these," and headed over to the changing rooms with his collection of things. The prince would re-emerge within a few minutes with the clothes folded over an arm rather than on racks and looking vaguely pleased. They were swiftly paid for and bagged before he returned to Emryc's side again.

"Done with the mall," he announced and rearranged the collection of bags he now held. The lingerie bag was very casually folded and stuffed into one of the others.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc took a seat by the changing room, expecting Morgan to model the clothes one by one. He was taking his time and the half Sephi took out his datapad to update and follow his Huttball fantasy league. He was getting increasingly frustrated with his player stats and no one was wanting to trade him on a player.

Emryc glanced up moodily when Morgan emerged and declared he was ready to go. He simply stared at the Firrerreo for a moment, blinking a few times, “You’re done?” He wasn’t entirely convinced, but his mind was also back on Huttball and away from his sense of urgency from before. He rose to stand and didn’t question Morgan further.

The half Sephi walked by Morgan, eyes flicking over a few times before he finally paused, “Give me those,” He stated flatly as he took all the bags from Morgan, including the one he brought from home.

Emryc decided to take another stop by a caf place to get tea. He had been favoring teas quite a bit lately.

“I’d like a-”

“Hey! Aren’t you that guy from Holonet?”

“No.”

“I know you are. I’d recognize those ears and dreamy eyes anywhere,” The young woman giggled as Emryc looked left and then right before vaguely gesturing with a few fingers. At the end of it, Morgan and Emryc suddenly had free drinks.

Emryc walked from the stall with a grumpy expression as they made their way back towards the exit.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan blinked at Emryc and took in the general look of his face, eyes glancing down at his datapad. He recognized the cues for that combination of things probably meant something to do with huttball wasn't going well. The surprise at deciding to leave was taken in relative stride and a simple nod of affirmation.

The other man deciding to carry the prince's various bags for him was not. Emryc's gesture set an affectionate smile on Morgan's face, the Firrerreo deciding to walk close by his side for the remainder of their time in the mall with a subtle gilding over his neck. Smells of tea, coffee, and various baked goods hit his nose as his boyfriend redirected them on a stop and Morgan went along with it, deciding to get something for himself. Tea was always a nice touch.

There was also the brief interaction between the cashier and Emryc. Morgan's eyes widened in mild surprise, though it was more at the fact anyone even recognized him outside of a suit rather than any form of alarm. His soldier boy could handle himself and did so smoothly and subtly. Being in the line of work he was, the prince could appreciate it more than some, and the look he gave Emryc after they departed the caf was distinctly pleased.

Morgan quietly sipped his tea from the to-go cup while they made their way out and took the time to appreciate the fact that not only were he and Emryc 'official', they were out on a date in public. He was quite happy about it and that content joy was clear on his face the whole way out, fingers tightening slightly around the other man's bag-holding arm.

His presence in the Force brushed warmly and intimately against Emryc's as they passed through the exit that lead to the speeder garage, unwilling to draw extra attention with the words around so many people but feeling the urge to say he loved him.

One more detail would also become more noticable now that Emryc was the one holding the bags. Some had been folded and packaged in other larger bags, but the lingerie one in particular was actually completely empty.

"Your turn to pick something. Only fair."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was still grumpy about the tea lady and also his poor Huttball stats. This meant that he failed to pick up on details like a particular bag being empty. His mood was curbed by Morgan cuddling up next to him. It was a gesture he still didn’t understand why he enjoyed, but he wouldn’t question it.

The two made it back into the speeder and Emryc got behind the console again. He looked back as he reversed out, pondering on Morgan’s words. He didn’t look at the man while he answered, “I just want to see you in whatever you bought at that lingerie shop,” He said flatly, straight and to the point as always.

Emryc looked ahead as they got back on the road and popped a cigarra into his mouth, “Do you feel like having me tear it off you in your apartment or do you have a different place in mind?” The tone was deadpan as always. He was giving Morgan some options, and he was pleased with himself for at least that.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

He lowered himself comfortably into the passenger side of the speeder, taking the bags again from the other man and placing them on his side since he was doing the piloting. Emryc's answer resulted in a fanged grin and flush of heated gold while Morgan retrieved a cigarra for himself as well.

"Apartment is best," he replied, leaning his chair back for comfort, one leg folded over the other as he exhaled a cloud of smoke through a crack in his window. The folded leg's cloth covering was pulled back by its positioning away from Morgan's shoe, a black and subtly patterned material visible beneath far different from a typical sock. That grin seemed stuck to the prince's face as he glanced back over at Emryc. "For now."

Golden eyes moved down to his holocomm to check a series of messages, his meal plan for the day, and then availability of huttball tickets and games for the next few months. Morgan wondered to himself if he should get a hat for the occasion and moved next to an online shop for that sort of thing to look at some and moved on to openly looking at more particularly risque sort of outfits. Somehow he predicted the one he was currently wearing wasn't going to survive long.

During the trip his expression grew more thoughtful and pensive instead, brows furrowed and staring off through the window. He considered a few things and pieced some others together, glanced over at Emryc, and then looked notably determined about whatever it was.

"I want to try something."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc took an exit in response to Morgan’s answer, silently in agreement with the suggestion to go back to the apartment. He looked over before getting into a new lane and caught the bottom of Morgan’s leg in the corner of his eye. The half Sephi did a double take which caused him to almost swerve into another speeder. He winced as his sensitive ears twitched from the blaring horns behind them and his cigarra went flying out the window as his full attention was on the console.

His reflexes, thankfully, were exceptionally quick and he avoided a disaster. Emryc kept his gaze trained only forward from then on, pointedly avoiding looking at his boyfriend and all the ways the man could distract him. The half Sephi even had to call upon his serenity training to center his mind.

Emryc vaguely heard Morgan announce he wanted to try something. After a moment, a single eyebrow rose, but he said nothing. It wasn’t his nature to ask when a cliffhanger or vague topic was introduced. He instead listened in silence for the person to elaborate or allowed the topic to pass. Emryc continued to make his way back towards the apartment, trying not to let his mind wander towards what Morgan may have been wearing under his clothing.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

While Emryc's reaction to catching the hint of what his prince was wearing in the seat next to him was amusing, it was also almost quite bad. Morgan managed to keep his holocomm in hand, half empty tea secure in a holder, but his cigarra was knocked from his light grip when the hand holding it knocked into the window, sending it tumbling away and out the window on a trail of smoke. He looked after it with an annoyed frown and put his comm on the dash to brush ash off of himself. This brief preening took up a few good minutes as a result of the meticulous way he went about it.

Morgan probably deserved that for playing his little game and distracting the driver, but a little anticipation wouldn't hurt Emryc. The prince, on the other hand, was probably going to pay for it. Not that he was complaining. Having informed his boyfriend beforehand of having an idea eventually went back to his holocomm.

It wouldn't take long to return to the apartment and the designated parking area for Morgan's vehicle. The Firrerreo immediately departed with his things and bags and walked back into the apartment ahead of Emryc, turning to look at him just past the door.

"Undress. Please." Something about the way he held himself was a mix of confidence tinged with nervousness, gilding stuck along his neck. Without a further word he went up the stairs and placed his bags in front of the closet, expression pensive and determined as he began to undo his shirt.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc followed Morgan from the speeder, tossing his empty tea cup into a bin on the way. Despite being Sith, he always took care to dispose of things or recycle correctly. His neat freak nature always had different ways of manifesting.

They entered the apartment and the half Sephi simply stared at Morgan as he was given a command. Followed by a polite ‘please’. Emryc stood and stared for a moment longer, eyebrows raising slightly as he caught the flushing skin. Morgan left without another word and hadn’t exactly designated a place for Emryc to go.

With a shrug, Emryc was more than happy to oblige as he tossed off the hat and the rest of his clothing. The half Sephi’s gaze kept flicking up towards Morgan’s room. He had no shame, and he had kicked off all his clothing and was casually waiting downstairs. Morgan hadn’t exactly specified for him to follow.

“Let me see!” He called out, one of the very, very rare times where Emryc had little desire to be patient.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc's eyes for a time might only catch the barest glimpses of movement as Morgan went about whatever it was he was doing, although the sounds to his sharp ears were apparent. Rustling cloth and nearly-bare feet moving over wood paneling, cardboard scraping along cardboard, more footsteps, and then for a few seconds more silence.

The half-Sephi called out and a trilling laugh echoed down the stairs in reply. Emryc wouldn't have to wait much longer before he got what asked for. Soft jatz began to play, clearly the same sort as what they'd listened to together on the Lady Lucy.

MUSIC​

The prince appeared around the corner of the doorway a few seconds after Emryc called out, fanged grin flashing brilliantly at the top of the stairs. There on his form were the stockings the soldier boy had pointed out in the mall, connected to a matching garter belt around his waist. Sheer cloth clung to his form, brands barely visible beneath where the light hit it. A classy undergarment was the only other thing covering him.

Naturally, Morgan posed a little, leaning against the railing so his boyfriend could see him well, grin widening as he angled his features toward him. Silver brands across his arms and torso stood in contrast to the gilding over most of the rest of him. A slender finger lifted and curled invitingly before the prince turned around, pausing for a moment to look over his shoulder. Distinctly sultry, his voice was halfway between a purr and a song as it danced down toward Emryc.

"Congratulations on your appointment, Mr. President," the nightingale sang, this time allowing a few more intimate feelings to be carried by the sound. "You have a gift waiting."

Morgan walked back into his room. He didn't bother closing the door.

@Sreeya

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was always well put together, always cold and calculated. He was always methodical and dignified. However, he looked anything but in that moment. Morgan wasn’t even all the way out against the railing before he was met with a comically stunned look from the half Sephi.

He stood there at the bottom of the stairs, eyes visibly wide and jaw slack. His mouth was open in stunned silence, and he didn’t move a muscle. Between the music, the way Morgan was dressed and the teasing gestures, it was a whole plethora of things that hit him at once. It wasn’t long before his fully visible body made it clear how appreciative he was of the choice of attire since he was incapable of producing words. Silver eyes scanned over the way the lacy material perfectly hugged Morgan’s body and how it only accented the hues of his skin and the brands. Emryc had to actively fight to keep the Raze side of him at bay.

“Kriff, Morgan..” He said barely audibly just as he had when he walked into Morgan sitting on his bed with a rope in front of him. Emryc held back from the exasperated laugh like before, but the grin still materialized on his face.

He didn’t wait a moment longer, making his way up the stairs behind Morgan. Emryc had to slow down as he went up, his eagerness making him forget that he was technically still recovering from injuries the day prior.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Everything about Emryc's reaction, verbally and physically, sent joy through Morgan and left his heart beating faster. Those words and grin brought out a bright fire behind the prince's golden eyes and as he slipped back into his room he laughed again. That sound called to Emryc from just around the corner, blending into the music in chorus. The lights upstairs had been tastefully dimmed and the windows darkened such that when the half-Sephi arrived Morgan was still in clear view.

There he clearly was, standing before the bed and facing strategically away from the door. His head was slightly turned toward his boyfriend as he did when he was listening and making sure of where he was, watching without his eyes, a fanged grin lighting up his face. Emryc's arrival was greeted with this view and some small movement as Morgan's left arm rose, a single finger held up. His rose as well with wrist up in what was by now a familiar gesture. It curled slowly and precisely behind himself to settle at the small of his back.

He turned his head slightly further. Morgan might look a little nervous amidst the confidence he easily carried in the moment, but he was not afraid.

"Bind my right arm with yours," he said, even and self-sure, his presence brushing invitingly against Emryc's with a sense of both deep affection and trust. "And hold me close." Golden eyes turned further to half look over his shoulder toward the man he loved.

"Please?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc stood at the doorway, watching the way the dim lighting accented Morgan’s body in the best ways. His eyes drank in sight of the brands and the curve of his back and the slight dimples near the bottom of his spine. His gaze went lower, feeling desire burning within him as he looked at the teasing clothing Morgan wore and the way it all just barely concealed him from view.

The half Sephi began to step towards Morgan, but he was stopped entirely in his tracks at his boyfriend’s suggestion. Emryc stared in shock, saying and doing nothing for a moment. Morgan knew he had hit Emryc with a ton of bricks and wouldn’t expect any immediate reactions.

Seconds ticked by before Emryc finally moved again, walking towards Morgan as shock was clear and pronounced on his face. Emryc stepped in close against the Firrerreo, one of his hands grasping Morgan’s that was behind his back.

“Baby..” He said barely above a whisper as he leaned his face in close to Morgan’s ear from behind. There was no hiding the ache Emryc had for him, not with how closely he was pressed against Morgan. His other hand slid around Morgan’s waist, snaking around the front of his stomach to tug him even closer.

“Are you sure?” He asked almost breathlessly, having wanted this for over a year now, “Only if you want,” He couldn’t hold back, tracing feathery soft kisses along his shoulder, “Only...if… kriff I want you so bad,” He half groaned against Morgan’s skin, the grip on the arm behind his back tightening for a moment before it loosened again. It was clear Emryc was fighting desperately to temper himself.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan could feel silver eyes burning along every curve of his back, tracing down his spine like ethereal fingers and sending amorous shivers across its length and to the very tip of every nerve. He barely moved in the silence that followed his own words. The prince was well aware it would take a little for Emryc to process them, the act being a important discussion and limitation of their relationship up until this point.

Morgan had made the choice to allow next step and the other man's reaction only reinforced his decision.

A whispered, affectionate name tickled along his ear that joined in with other more insistent and obvious sensations. Almost by reflex he pressed back as an arm found his waist and melted in against the half-Sephi, who would simultaneously feel the gentle purring and the frenetic fluttering of his heart. Lips found his shoulder and the way his body reacted on its own showed this was something he wanted, but even so what made him happiest was that Emryc was holding back to make absolutely sure.

The hand Emryc grasped behind the prince's back only half-tensed, a reflex, but slender fingers closed around whatever of the other man's they could find. His left came around to comb lovingly through his hair as his breath came quicker. There was a short-lived wave of silver over his shoulders that if anything seemed to spur him forward rather than the fearful reaction of the last time, every motion and sound encouraging.

"I want this," Morgan affirmed insistently, the golden eyes burning like a pair of stars. There was a lot of trust in allowing this, something Emryc would be very well aware of, and that confidence in him was transmitted strongly even through the Force such that the Firrerreo didn't think he could express it properly with words. Especially with how his breath quickened and he seemed to become impatient, pressing eagerly back against the curves of Emryc's body that wrapped around him.

"Then take me. Never let me go."

@Sreeya