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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was beyond comfortable where he was, and he had no qualms with being a lazy blob across Morgan’s lap. He was quietly watching the movie and enjoying the consistent supply of snacks from Morgan and the head scratches that made his eyelids begin to get heavy. The half Sephi had to make a conscious effort to stay awake, especially as it naturally got more difficult to resist being comfortable enough to fall asleep near Morgan.

He grinned at the screen when another funny scene happened before Morgan asked his question. Emryc didn’t answer at once, watching another scene play out before he finally spoke, “It’s okay I suppose,” He shrugged vaguely, “I was too busy staring at you,” He admitted quite easily. The Firrerreo held his interest far more than the city or his surroundings, though he did recall the speeder bikes vividly.

Emryc tilted his head to look towards Morgan, catching the thoughtful look on his face. A single eyebrow rose with curiosity, “What are you plotting over there?”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

As attentive as he generally was, especially concerning his boyfriend, there was no way Morgan didn't notice him struggling not to fall asleep. In fact his actions encouraged it, alternating between combing through or petting against his hair, playing with it, or gently scratching along his head. The gentle purring intensified as Morgan was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Emryc's comment made the Firrerreo smile happily, although he did actually flush a little this time. He was proud of his appearance but even more so of when Emryc appreciated it.

"Wondering if that estate is for sale." Obviously the prior occupants had died and those kinds of places tended to be avoided out of superstition. Morgan hadn't considered property actually on Bespin until just then but it had some quite fond memories around it. "More privacy than a hotel."

More intimate activities aside he knew Emryc preferred it that way in his down time. Especially with him drawing attention at times. Morgan turned to fully look at the man he lived and smiled a bright and sharp-fanged smile, going back to his gentle affections and feeding him snacks while the movie played.

"I want you all to myself, cheri."

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc looked even more curious when Morgan mentioned the estate. He finished chewing a snack as he considered the words. It certainly was a nice estate and had a lot of excellent materials in it. Morgan was also a prince and likely bought things on a whim - perhaps he was considering it for a summer home or a base on Bespin? Emryc said nothing about it, exhaling in contentment from the scratches on his head. He closed his eyes as he nodded in agreement about more privacy than a hotel. Now that he was the ISC president, he was far too recognizable and he didn’t fancy wearing a helmet at all times.

He opened his eyes when Morgan spoke again, meeting the fanged smile that stared back at him. Emryc offered a lazy grin in response, “I’m right here,” He muttered softly, perhaps not entirely picking up what the Firrerreo implied. In his mind Morgan and Emryc were right here and with one another.

He tilted his head back towards the screen, actually yawning as the head scratches really began to get to him. Yawning was such a simple and subtle gesture, but it was something Emryc rarely ever did around others, never being that comfortable to express when he was tired.

“You can buy whatever estate you want even if it’s not for sale,” He mumbled quietly, “You’re a prince.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

"This is so," Morgan said. He still seemed a little distracted by whatever else was running through his head but it wasn't the most unusual thing to see. The prince's brows furrowed slightly as a new thought formed but Emryc yawning drew his attention instead, brows raising back up. A yawn of his own came unbidden with a flash of fangs and a lazy blink of his eyes and the membranes beneath his eyelids.

The Firrerreo didn't think he'd actually seen Emryc yawn in person before and the sight left him smiling.

"I suppose I could." Enough credits could get about anything moving in the right direction but it was just easier if it was already for sale. It also occurred to him that he may have to double check the size of the doors. Morgan didn't want his boyfriend to have to duck or run into things when he visited.

The movie had a quiet sort of scene playing. A bit of romance with quiet, sweeping string music overtop. Softly Morgan hummed along with the tune and delicately brushed a bit of hair he'd ruffled away from Emryc's face. His thumb drew slowly feather-light over the stray strands and then his hand went back to running through the rest in long, even strokes.

This simple comfort was even making Morgan tired now. It was warm and their proximity meant it smelled more like Emryc. Morgan closed his eyes without really noticing, still listening to the movie and the sound of the half-Sephi's breathing and heartbeat, then blinked them open again.

Morgan ate a snack to try and stay awake.

"I just want it to be special," he mumbled absentmindedly as his eyes closed again.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was having the toughest time when the movie switched to a quieter scene. He knew what was happening, but he also didn’t want Morgan to stop stroking his hair. The half Sephi could feel the purring through Morgan’s body, and he could pick up on the exact kind to know it meant his boyfriend was sleepy.

“What do you mean special?” Emryc asked lazily, trying his best to stay awake as well. He shifted and moved so he wasn’t lying on Morgan anymore, allowing the Firrerreo to curl up against him instead. His arm wrapped around him, tugging him close so Morgan could rest his head against his chest.

Emryc’s head was still against the armrest and he tilted his face slightly to look towards the screen again with half lidded eyes, “You make no sense sometimes, baby..” He said quietly, but affectionately.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan sighed contentedly as their position shifted closer. Without hesitation he arranged himself comfortably up against his boyfriend and laid his head against him. The sounds of the movie echoed in one ear and the heartbeat of the man he loved in the other and the arm around drawing him tight. His skin steadily shifted further and further from silver and over to the natural, subtle gold his kind were more known for.

The only real times he felt the tranquility Emryc strived for were when he slept, and when they were together like this. Nothing but the two men and the ship and away from everything else.

"Special, like..." Morgan half opened one eye to look at the movie, only partly paying any real attention as he gathered thoughts into words. He huffed when Emryc said he made no sense and tried to focus on what he meant.

"I want a place that's only for us." An arm slipped over the half-Sephi's chest to cling tightly to him and his hand came up gently cup Emryc's face and pull it to look toward him. Without a word he leaned up to kiss him with a great and loving tenderness. Morgan would linger there for some time before re-settling himself in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

"A home."

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was watching a mildly amusing scene in the movie, thankful that it switched away from the sappy romance that was quite dull. He was still having a hard time staying awake, but at least the scenes were entertaining now. He pulled Morgan in tighter as he spoke, distracted when he pulled his face in for a kiss.

The half Sephi savored every kiss from Morgan, and he gave into the warmth of his lips and the affection that came through every gesture. He was only half paying attention to the words, beginning to process them only when Morgan pulled back slightly and nuzzled against him.

There was silence between them for a few moments as Emryc stared up at the ceiling with the movie playing in the background. The sleepy and dazed look changed slowly till his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He weighed what was said more clearly now that Morgan’s lips weren’t distracting him.

“Are you asking to move in together?” He said flatly, tilting his head to look towards Morgan whose face was still hidden from view. There was a bit of anxiety creeping up in the back of his mind, though none of it manifested externally.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan's breathing was slow and quiet when Emryc asked his question and the one eye that been open was closed. The only real sound from him was the rumbling that ran through him and into the other man he was laying with on the couch. In the background another comedic fight scene was going on the floor of a casino, Sam fighting off large numbers of guards with whatever objects he could find to the beat up rhythmic music.

It was a good few seconds before the prince so much as moved again, his eyes opening and head emerging from where it rested look at his soldier boy. For a moment he looked some mixed of mildly bemused and thoughtful and his hand found the half-Sephi's hair again. Golden eyes took in the familiar lines of the man's face, the icy silvers of his eyes and they way they looked at him. The Firrerreo's head tilted a little to the side after another second as if to find a new angle of his angled features, those piercings eyes at the same time deeply affectionate.

"I am." He sounded almost surprised that he'd voiced it out loud but not anxious about it. Morgan was extremely comfortable around Emryc and liked sharing space with him whenever he could. This was something he wanted.

Morgan smiled softly and brushed slender fingers through his hair again, his skin still that relaxed and peaceful shade of gold that only Emryc could draw out. He spoke quietly, still obviously sleepy and very relaxed, but he meant every word.

"I'd like to cook for you and eat together. I want to be taken on dates. I want you to make my skin flush and for you to see when my eyes light up. I want to laugh and smile with my boyfriend and do all the stupid and silly things they do in holomovies. You are a better man than you were yesterday and I would be very happy to live with you."

His head moved up to rest on the couch's arm so he could still be lazy and look at him at the same time, so Emryc could look at how his expression showed he was being honest and how he felt.

"I really do love you, Emryc Thorne."

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc stared at Morgan as he spoke, and he was sure the Firrerreo could pick up on the way his heartbeats quickened. Silver eyes betrayed their surprise, widening slightly the more he spoke. It ended with the warmest confessions of love, Morgan having shifted to gaze directly at Emryc while he spoke.

There was nothing but silence for a moment as the half Sephi parsed through every word. It was a massive step to take, and he could hardly process the gravity of what Morgan was asking. He had been a loner his entire life and his home had been his ship or that single bunk room on the station. It had always been just him, and he always made his own space.

Emryc laid there for a while before he rose to sit up, looking away from Morgan as his feet hit the floor. He faced towards the screen, but his gaze was on the ground. It was difficult to read him just then. The only clue to his line of thinking was the way one of his knees rhythmically bobbed up and down like a nervous tick.

His normal reaction would be to simply walk away or drop the topic. However, he couldn’t do that with Morgan, so he remained where he was in full display. He normally never stayed enough for others to pick up his displays of nervous habits. Emryc couldn’t form any words just then so he sat there in complete silence, knee bobbing and his gaze searing holes into the floor.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

It was a reaction that the prince was familiar with. He heard the rapid heartbeat and saw the surprised reaction, watched the gears shift and turn behind the soldier boy's expression. Morgan said nothing else and just patiently watched and waited as he so often did.

Emryc moved to get up and Morgan adjusted a little so he could do so without issue, although there was a small flash of short-lived annoyance from the new lack of cuddles. He slowly got up himself, eyes taking in the different little movements and the not so subtle jiggling of his legs that spoke at least vaguely of the things he was worried over.

The soldier boy had always been alone. He even preferred it that way most of the time, to be away from everything and everyone. Even Morgan knew moving in together and sharing a home would be a big step for the two of them but he hadn't felt the need to hide what he wanted from his boyfriend especially when he asked.

After a couple seconds the Firrerreo scooted a little closer. He hummed that same old Drast lullaby, soft and sweet, and ran his hand gently down his back. Morgan was letting him gather his thoughts but in truth he was gathering his own, trying to find the right way to express what he felt. His expression revealed obvious concern and the Firrerreo moved almost without thinking about it.

He got up on his knees and slipped behind Emryc, wrapping his arms delicately around the other man and laying his broad back and head against Morgan's chest. The humming continued, impressions of how he felt and why floating gently on the sound, the safety and warmth he experienced when he was with his boyfriend together. That simple and gentle love that came with it, the joy he felt when he saw him in the morning, the way it felt when their senses brushed against each other on the balcony in lieu of words.

To Morgan it was natural and easy to have Emryc sharing in the same space, the brief time in the apartment had proven as much. But this was still a big thing for both men, and the prince's own heart hammered in his chest just from the importance of it. Both could only really be themselves when they were alone until they'd found each other.

So Emryc took his time, and Morgan waited.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was lost in his own mind, withdrawing deeper into that comfortable place he knew. His eyes grew colder and his body language was more detached. The knee stopped bobbing and his body grew stiff. However, that was when Morgan began to hum softly and moved behind him to hold him. The half Sephi didn’t resist or move, listening to the pleasant melody he heard from the music box. He thought back to that picture of the Drasts, where Andraste was openly and happily in love with her family.

He said nothing, and neither did Morgan. He felt the Firrerreo’s warm embrace and the affection that came with every gesture. Emryc’s heartbeats began to slowly return to normal, that huge spike in anxiety easing away. He thought of all the times he sat in the kitchen with Morgan or simply laid in bed with him for hours. He thought about how he craved that moment every day and how often that thought crept into his mind.

Why was there fear? It was that same fear he had when he began to realize that he loved the other man. He had anxieties about that then, and he ran from it for an entire year before he finally came to terms with it. Emryc closed his eyes and exhaled, relaxing in Morgan’s grip.

The fear came from another thing he craved so badly that he would be afraid to lose. It fundamentally went against every aspect of his training. But so did loving Morgan and there was no going back on that now.

Emryc didn’t turn towards Morgan, but his hand reached up to gently grasp his arm, “Do...Do you feel as vulnerable as I do?” He asked just barely above a whisper, slightly stuttering in his speech which was wildly out of character. He regretted it almost as soon as he said it. It sounded like a pathetic and stupid question, but it was out there now. He didn’t correct himself, jaw tightening as he stiffened slightly again. His fingers almost instinctively curled against Morgan’s arm, the other fingers curling into his knee.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan could feel when the other man had begun to further close as he did sometimes, where it was safe and away from things that could hurt him. He didn't understand exactly how, perhaps simple familiarity and recognition of the physical cues, but he didn't give it all that much thought just then. The prince just kept on singing and holding him close, cradling him in another place where he was safe.

He could feel him beginning to relax and the sound didn't stop. Emryc's heart rate slowed and his breathing began to even out and Morgan kept on humming, rocking slightly left and right to the rhythm. It comforted him as much as it did his boyfriend, the closeness and the song. Morgan squeezed him a little tighter when he asked his question, and only then did the humming stop.

"Of course I do," he answered back without hesitation even though it was merely the barest whisper behind an ear. Morgan took a slow breath. "You know so much of me. Seen my brands, know who I am. You see everything of me." Emryc couldn't see it but now the Firrerreo was smiling softly as he settled his head to rest atop the dyed black hair, mussed about from him playing with it. They were both Sith, and that was something they had spoken of as well. One could lose the other at any time.

But Morgan loved his Emryc all the same. His other hand crossed overtop the half-Sephi's that held tight to his arm.

"I think... that might be what love is. Being vulnerable. But with you I know I am safe, so it's alright. Is this not so?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc sat in silence for a moment, considering the question he asked and how easily Morgan replied. He envied Morgan for how he could embrace and accept his reality. Emryc felt the Firrerreo rest his head atop his, finding the weight and pressure of Morgan comfortable and soothing as always.

Safe.

It was a curious word Morgan used, and it was one that stuck within his mind. Emryc had wondered what it was about his ship, why he avoided sleeping around others, why he found comfort even in that terrible bunkroom aboard the station. It was safe. It was why he withdrew into that space within his mind away from his surroundings. It was safe. As he considered how he felt about Morgan, safe was a word he found himself anchoring to.

Emryc faintly smiled as he stared towards the screen, mind far away from the comedy that played out before him. He moved to grab Morgan, easily bringing the man around to sit on his lap as he originally requested. His knees would be on the side of Emryc’s hips, the half Sephi’s arms wrapping around his waist as he gazed up at him.

“I will always be yours, nightingale,” He said as he gazed up into the golden eyes that he often got lost in. He paused for a moment before he spoke again, an almost sheepish grin on his face, “Living with me may mean you have to put up with my cleaning habits.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The prince blinked curiously as his soldier boy pulled him around but he followed along as always, quite comfortable in doing so. Morgan ended up planted in the other man's lap and wrapped in close. His head tilted a little as he looked at Emryc's face, watching carefully with those sharp, golden eyes of his eyes and meeting the silvers that stared back up at him.

For a moment after Emryc spoke Morgan didn't really move at all. Then his face lit up with a brilliant and sunny smile and that fire burned bright behind his eyes. He launched forward much more forcefully than he intended, practically pouncing on his boyfriend and wrapping him in a very tight hug.

"I would not want it any other way!" he declared excitedly and then began to laugh. The sound easily drowned out the movie. He latched on and was determined it seemed not to let go any time soon. Even when the laughing quieted the purring that replaced it was rather louder than it usually was- aside from when he was drinking- and his skin was gilded in its entirety.

Clearly Emryc's decision had elated him beyond his immediate ability to describe it.

"I will always be yours, soldier boy. Never forget."

Just as suddenly he turned his head a little and drew back to look at Emryc.

"Ah! I'll need to measure doors."

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc gave a strained cough when Morgan hugged him. Sometimes his boyfriend forgot his Firrerreo strength and it felt as if his organs were collapsing internally. Thankfully he drew back soon enough, Emryc coughing a few times and trying to keep his eyes from watering. It took a moment to focus back on Morgan again, but the elated smile and the gilding pulled him right back.

It was difficult for Emryc not to smile in return - Morgan’s joy never failed to instill the same in him regardless the reason. He held him back tightly, giving Morgan another smile at the mention of the doors. Emryc was still nervous about the whole idea, but he did know that he cherished every moment with him.

“You know we’ll hardly actually live there, right?” Emryc asked as he quirked an eyebrow. Both men were exceptionally busy and expanding their own influence for the Sith. Months usually passed between them seeing one another, and with him becoming ISC president that time would dwindle even more. He tugged Morgan closer as he traced kisses along his jawline, murmuring softly against his skin as he spoke, "Won't Darth Stolas and his tight pants be too busy taking over the galaxy?" Emryc wasn't kidding about the pants - even with Raze mental space he found them somewhat distracting.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc smiling back only further encouraged his boyfriend sudden bout of absolute cheer. Slender fingers found his hair and pet through it lovingly. Those strong arms of the half-Sephi's around him in that moment felt almost as if they were home already. To Morgan that's kind of how it was, in fact, but a physical place would still be nice.

Morgan gave a look that expressed a certain sense of resignation. He knew that, it had always been the way they were. On top of Emryc's own newfound responsibilities the young Firrerreo was called on more to participate in direct action the more he showed his skill on the front lines.

"That's alright. We'll have a place to come home to together." The prince sighed contently as kisses found his gilded skin in just the way his soldier boy knew he liked them, words vibrating over the surface that felt they traveled across and shot straight down his spine. He flushed a little and grinned, revealing those razor fangs that the half-Sephi had been taken by since the start. Somehow, in the face of the step they'd just taken in their relationship, Morgan was feeling bold.

"Yes. He will also need a place to take them off." Morgan angled his face off to the side, allowing his boyfriend unfettered access to his heated neck and letting him whisper into an ear. Silk and iron fingers ran up the scars on his back, tracing the muscles honed by training and combat.

"Perhaps you can help with that? You seemed to enjoy it in aftermath of Ajan Kloss, no?"

Darth Stolas had rather liked watching Darth Raze at work. Rather a lot, from the way his body quickened at the memory of it and what had come after.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc kept tracing kisses, but he paused at Morgan’s words. He hadn’t expected such bold commentary from the normally shy prince. He felt a jolt of sensations course through him at once, all unexpected. Emryc didn’t stop, biting down softly where he had been kissing as the prince angled himself. His arms firmly gripped Morgan almost possessively around the hips.

“You had just blown up several Jedi,” He all but growled, “You’re lucky I didn’t tear the pants off,” Emryc pulled back just enough to reach down to pull Morgan’s shirt over his head and toss it to the side. The half Sephi took in sight of the brandings on his skin that were vaguely illuminated from the low glow of the movie.

Emryc leaned forward to kiss along his chest, both men clearly aware of what they were doing to one another. He kissed up from a defined pec and up towards a shoulder, “I enjoy watching you work,” He said in between kisses, “I want to have you against the console in your starfighter while we look out at the destruction you’ve caused,” Even his tone changed and it was clear Raze seeped in without Emryc realizing.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Golden eyes flashed at the growled reply and the biting teeth, his fingers curling more insistently against the other man as Emryc's dug into into hips. He rolled those hips in his lap and lifted his arms to let him take the shirt, sitting up straight and resting his arms on the half-Sephi's muscular shoulders.

"I might have let you." Morgan huffed a little more kisses found his bared skin and crossed over brands only Emryc had ever seen. A rumbling purr joined his words, halfway to a growl, and fingers hooked around the other man's to encourage his attentions while his thighs gripped his boyfriend tightly. "Especially after laying low that Jedi woman."

Morgan had absolutely loved that and still thought about it sometimes.

But the next words out of Emryc's mouth really lit a fire in the Firrerreo and it was immediately obvious. His breath quickened and his grip on him tightened further. With precise and delicate control he reached down to pull the other man's face to look into his eyes and see how they burned with that unnatural flame behind golds, the twin suns that he drew out so easily. Fresh heat further flushed his neck and shoulders but that wasn't going to stop him now.

"Then we will. I'll burn a world you will have me to yourself the entire way home."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc felt that purr rumble through Morgan’s body, and he felt it vibrate into his own torso. He exhaled sharply when Morgan rolled his hips. He bit down into the crook of Morgan’s neck, tasting his skin as he spoke. He continued until he felt Morgan grasp a hold of his face and tilt it up to look at him again. He saw that smoldering gaze, the fires intense in the golden eyes that bore into him. As Morgan spoke, a chill went down Emryc’s spine from both exhilaration and the slightest hint of fear. In Morgan’s eyes just then he saw glimpses of what he had seen in paintings and depictions of Andraste herself. She had always been depicted with piercing golden eyes, and he saw those very same eyes just then for a fleeting moment.

“You will have as many worlds as you desire, my prince,” Emryc stated back as he looked up at Morgan. His hands grasped him firmly as he stood to his feet, allowing the Firrerreo to wrap his legs around him. He kept his gaze on Morgan the entire time as he carried him and walked back towards the captain’s quarters.

The movie continued to play in the back, but it was long forgotten like most movies they attempted to watch together. Both men had their thoughts elsewhere and only on one another. Comedy dialogue would echo within the ship along with other noises soon joining them.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Another bite that Emryc knew would rile up the Drast prince that he could call his own, the beautiful monster who loved him dearly. When they looked into each other's size the half-Sephi could see that vicious Sith he'd come to know very intimately, and to Morgan's delight it only seemed to excite him further.

The Drast grinned wider and purred a little louder, clearly more than pleased by the response. He kept his tight grip on the other man as they departed the couch together and rained affectionate kisses and relatively gentle play-bites along his boyfriend's neck and shoulders, pressing tight and close to him the entire way down the hall to the captain's suite. The Firrerreo could barely hear the movie in the background over the pounding of his own heartbeat and the rush in his excitement. It was quite forgotten.

As usual.

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Some time later would find them sprawled atop the bed amidst mussed and sweat-soaked sheets. Morgan lay atop his boyfriend panting steadily with shivering limbs, his legs still arranged around the other man's hips. He'd taken the initiative this time and while he continued to capitulate to his boyfriend's desires and casual control it was the half-Sephi's hands that were pinned to the mattress with iron fingers and unnatural strength unless he was prevented or told otherwise.

The prince wasn't going to be the only one sore. Anywhere he'd found grip could be left bruised by the Firrerreo, although fangs had found a bit of rope to tear into instead. Best to be safe about it.

Morgan gently nuzzled into the crook of his boyfriend's neck and sweetly cooed, "Mwen damou w'," into a pointed ear. He didn't have much desire to move from where he was situated. With absolute laziness and a flicker of the Force a cigarra and lighter were pulled to them to indulge in their usual habit.

"I love how you make me sing for you."

@Sreeya