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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc caught the pout from Morgan, followed by the grumpy response. He was caught between finding it endearing and also disliking that the Firrerreo was unhappy about something. This resulted in a bantha in the headlights look from Emryc as he vacantly stared.

Thankfully, the food was ready by then to distract them both. He took his first bite, tasting the hint of black pepper. It wasn’t enough to bother him, so he kept going, marveling at the flavor. He hadn’t had a homemade meal since Morgan had visited him on Naboo. Emryc savored the taste, wolfing his food down as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

His portion was already half done by the time Morgan spoke again. Emryc simply offered a smile in response, his mouth still full. The eyes spoke volumes, however, as the smile reached them and they held that unnatural warmth again. Emryc was so enthralled by the food that he didn’t say a word the entire time, rapidly finishing everything off as if he were aboard the station mess hall with limited time.

He grabbed a napkin and dabbed his lips before drinking from the water glass, “I wish I could have this every day,” He mused aloud, a satisfied look on his face that Morgan would amusingly recognize from after they had been intimate sometimes. Emryc was primarily vegetarian, but Morgan managed to make meals from meats that appealed to his palate. He sipped from the brandy after he was finished with the meal.

Emryc thought for a moment before he had a sheepish grin on his face, “I know I...showed up unexpectedly,” Emryc said as he ran his hand through his hair. It was very much not like him and it felt stupid in retrospect, “Is...it all right if I stay a few days? If not, I can find somewhere else…” He hadn’t exactly planned for anything beyond showing up, and it just now hit him how inconvenient it could have been for Morgan. The only cues he had were from Morgan not mentioning any upcoming missions on their last Holocalls.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan never thought he'd ever tire of seeing Emryc's face light up when he told him he was loved, not in a million years. His heart fluttered each time the same way it had the first time. Now they were mutually agreed to be together in a relationship it just meant that much more. Morgan said he loved the man whenever he felt the urge, and Emryc seemed to like it no matter how often he heard it.

The prince finished his food quickly as well, briefly reflecting his own military experiences. He was starving, but besides that he was eager to spend more time with Emryc and he could tell by now when he was rushing a meal.

He'd just finished and was in the middle of sipping his water when Emryc announced he would like to it every day. Something in Morgan's head attached that comment to some other things in a haphazard way and, very suddenly, his entire face flushed with heat. He coughed in the middle of his drink, swallowing his water wrong and turning away to cover his face and the coughing with a hand, eyes widened.

Obviously Emryc hadn't meant it that way, right? Probably not. Almost certainly not. Morgan cleared his throat and got the coughing under the control after a few moments. His head quickly turned back to Emryc, still flushed but expression excited and eager.

"Stay," he insisted, a hand reaching over to lay atop Emryc and squeezing it, as if he might disappear if Morgan didn't hold on. It was very, and very Emryc, of him to ask about staying over. His arrival had been unexpected but certainly far from unwanted. "I'd love for you to stay."

He blinked, then turned to look at what had once been a couch. "Ah, but I only have one bed. I never have guests here." Morgan frowned, suddenly irritated he hadn't thought to secure some kind of futon or something. He knew Emryc preferred to sleep alone for his own reasons.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc looked at Morgan with concern when the man abruptly began to cough. He tensed and moved to get up, but he remembered how Morgan had given him space when he had his embarrassing display with the hot sauce. Was this something similar? Why was his face flushing like that then? It wasn’t a distress flush - Emryc knew the different ways the man changed colors now.

“Have I offended you?” He asked bluntly, deciding that he wasn’t going to offer the same courtesy Morgan had offered him. While he emulated the prince’s habits sometimes, he was still his own, blunt self. Emyrc stared at him with mild concern, watching his skin still flushed even as he moved on.

He glanced down where Morgan placed his hand atop his, a thumb running over the man’s hand. Emryc couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how welcomed he felt here. He had known what it felt like to be desired, but he had never known what it felt like to be cherished. He didn’t quite know how to process it, but he certainly wanted more of it.

“I only need some floor space to meditate,” Emryc said as he looked up. He had his internal hurdles, and he smiled faintly at Morgan, “My way can be difficult.”

He took a sip from his brandy before rising to stand. Emryc gathered up the bowls and silverware to clean everything off. His neat freak nature was kicking in already. The couch parts were already organized into a neat pile from earlier, ready to be thrown out. Emryc glanced back at Morgan from the kitchen, “So what do you want to do tonight? I’ve only really been on this planet on official business.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan shook his head to indicate that, no, he was not the least bit offended, and waved his hand through the air as if to disperse that notion. "Not offended," he got out, clearing his throat and taking another sip. "Heard wrong." No he did not feel the need to elaborate on that embarrassment. That was twice now his mind had wandered in that direction.

Somewhere in the middle of Emryc echoing Morgan's earlier statement the half-Sephi fixed with a thoroughly aggrieved and incredulous look. While he understood he preferred to sleep and/or meditate alone, something Morgan also generally did around others, his choice of space had actually offended him a little. His face shifted to something more thoughtful after a moment.

"May I at least make it comfortable?" He'd almost insisted Emryc take the bed but he was positive he'd stubbornly refuse that offer and insist Morgan take it, so he didn't bother. Of course the other man was more than welcome to share his bed for any reason, or sleep in it by himself, but he was a guest and he would be treated like a guest. Especially because he was, literally, the only guest Morgan had allowed in his apartment.

The prince wasn't fond of others in his personal space, and that included where he lived in his down time. Emryc was a rare exception.

Golden eyes followed after the other man affectionately as he collected the dishes to wash them, clearly appreciative of the thoughtful gesture. The obliterated couch- now in a neat pile, which would be helpful later- was a small impediment, but not too much of one.

Behind Emryc came the soft sound of rustling cloth as a crop top was removed, joined by a slight creaking as he stood from his chair. Bare foot took him away from the kitchen and over to the stairs.

"I have games upstairs." He paused for a moment at the bottom step, then leaned around the railing a little to look directly at Emryc.

"Thank you. For coming, I mean. It means a lot to me."

Then he flashed a bright smile and headed upstairs to the bedroom area.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Heard wrong? Emryc attempted to replay what he said in various ways it could have been jumbled, and he couldn’t think of anything to have that reaction. He gave up for now, moving onto the next topic. It was his turn to wear a bemused look on his face. Emryc gestured around him with his soapy hand to indicate the entire apartment, “I am comfortable,” He said matter of factly, “I’m here with you,” He stared blankly at Morgan as he said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever. As much as he loved his ship, an apartment was definitely a step up in every way.

Emryc finished up with the dishes by the time Morgan began to step away. He was in the process of cleaning off the counter when he noticed the crop top was left behind. He glanced up and saw Morgan’s bare torso as he was halfway up the stairs. The marks Emryc had left on him were already almost entirely faded.

Games? He didn’t think too much beyond the fact that Morgan now had one less article of clothing on him. Emryc didn’t respond to the gratitude, unsure of what to make of it. They had planned this for a while, so what was there to be thankful for? His sometimes crude and simple line of thinking failed to find deeper meanings behind things.

Emryc grabbed the top Morgan left behind - he couldn’t stand clutter - and looked down at his name. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself and shake his head as he stared at it. He neatly folded it before following Morgan up the stairs, his mind wandering to some very lewd places as he thought of what sort of games they could play. He had to bite back the urge to wince with each step from his newly stitched wounds.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan knew it wasn't flattery on Emryc's part, but still, hearing so casually that he was comfortable in his prince's space still meant a lot to him. It was stated as a simple truth, as Emryc stated most things, and for some reason that just made it more important to hear. It left a smile on Morgan's face that persisted as he left the kitchen behind to head upstairs, from where the sounds of a closet opening and cloth being moved around could be heard as the other man was finishing his cleaning.

By the time Emryc was halfway up the stairs Morgan would be spotted sitting neatly atop his bed, looking both mildly concerned and rather affectionately toward the obviously injured leg but saying nothing about it. The half-Sephi had said it wasn't a problem, and the Firrerreo doubted an ordinary man could or would so casually categorize what his people considered marks of affection, but that he did actually meant quite a lot to him. His appreciation showed clearly on his face after a moment, simply watching how Emryc moved to compensate for the injuries.

A hand came up to flick a finger, a ripple of will flicking a switch to raise a thin black-backed holodisplay in front of the railing. A collection of pillows and blankets had been added to the bed, forming a sort of comfortable nest- directly behind Morgan, who had left a space behind him. He raised a controller- one of two- and cheerfully patted the empty space on the bed behind him with a brilliant and excited smile.

"We can play together in person! What kind?"

He was very much looking forward to it.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s head was somewhere else entirely as he arrived at the top of the stairs and saw Morgan sitting atop his bed. He saw the pillow set up behind him. Clearly they were there to allow Emryc to maneuver Morgan around and over to prevent the bed from getting destroyed too. Pillows could serve as a sort of buffer. It was practical and he- what? His gaze flicked down to the controller in Morgan’s hands.

Emryc froze at the doorway and simply stared for a second or two. He began to chuckle after a moment, walking towards the Firrerreo with amusement still in his eyes. Emryc used the Force to call the other controller to his hand. He examined the controller, turning it over in his hand to find the expected durasteel casings to make it smash proof. He had wondered about it during their online plays.

The half Sephi didn’t immediately sit behind Morgan, stepping up in front of him. He grabbed a pillow and put it down in front of the Firrerreo. Emryc stared into Morgan’s eyes with an intense look, “Okay babe, you see this?” He pointed down at the pillow, “This is your designated controller smashing zone. Not my legs or feet. And growls only, no roars because I’m right behind you. Do we have an understanding?”

He had seen Morgan die in video games enough times to know some rules needed to be set if they were going to do this in person. With a playful kiss against Morgan's forehead, Emryc climbed into bed behind him, wrapping an arm around Morgan’s waist to draw him in close. He could clearly see over his head and shifted his knees up on either side of him, his back comfortably against the pillows.

“Okay let’s do co-op with AMS Frenzy 3 first,” It was a zombie survival game where they had to work as a team to fight their way out. He wanted to see how this played out first before he went to their usual online shooter.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The Firrerreo's head tilted slightly while he watched Emryc examine the reinforced controller. Morgan liked playing games, especially when the two of them had some concurrent free time, but his temper did get the better of him sometimes. As it turned out, iron fingers can crush plastic.

He pouted slightly at the other man when the other man started laying out some rules, but it steadily softened into a fanged grin. A mix of affection and mischief sparkled behind golden eyes, but he nodded once in assent. When Emryc settled in behind him he move where he was pulled to and wiggled a little to get comfortable, melting into the familiar and always missed warmth.

"I'll be good," he promised, then used his controller to bring up the game itself on the screen. He'd been called babe again, and he found that same little smile was still stuck on his face for a while after. Morgan was in his apartment, cuddled up with his boyfriend- his actual boyfriend- to play video games together. It wasn't a situation he'd ever really seen himself in but he really couldn't be happier about it.

A purr ran through him and into Emryc as he picked the map, the very first one in a series of levels and also the easiest. Shooter type games were, oddly enough for the notably skilled pilot, not Morgan's strong suit. He'd only gotten more into them because Emryc liked them, but he tended to get less annoyed at AI than other players.

As Emryc had learned from their long distance interactions, Morgan could be very competitive.

The game started and his avatar- which vaguely resembled Morgan himself in more common clothes- picked up a shotgun from a safehouse shelf. Less aiming, more boom.

"Roof or halls?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc kept his arms comfortably wrapped around Morgan’s waist, his controller resting on his lap. The height and his larger frame certainly came in handy for optimized gameplay mixed with being close to the other man. While Morgan had an avatar that looked like him, Emryc in Emryc fashion, simply didn’t bother and chose the default option, which happened to be a very tiny woman.

They managed the initial levels without any incident and it was getting progressively more challenging. His tiny woman picked up a long range rifle as Emryc had no issues with aiming.

“Okay now let’s- wait wait wait don’t go in yet!” He watched game Morgan burst in through a doorway with his shotgun that was worthless in long range. The resounding boom attracted a massive horde of zombies, “This way! Follow me out!” Girl Emryc backpedaled through a hallway as she took aim and landed headshot after headshot, picking out the zombies that were swarming Morgan.

After a very intense few moments, the zombies were all finally dead. Emryc grinned as he leaned in to kiss Morgan’s shoulder from behind, “Well...at least you’re a great shot in real life,” He knew the quip would likely be met with a painful response, but it was well worth it.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

To his credit, Morgan had yet to actually get terribly frustrated up until the point he'd impatiently gone through a doorway. Steadily throughout the game his brows had furrowed in some level of concentration, though he found he was extremely comfortable.

The scent of Emryc was all around him, mixed with recently cooked food and clean sheets. Morgan could hear his heartbeat and feel its pulse, and his voice came from right behind him and rumbled through his chest. The prince was in a particularly good mood. That didn't stop him frowning when he realized his error and leaning forward a little, his avatar stuck to a wall and backpedaled, firing scattershot into zombies and knocking them back with the melee button. He'd given up on headshots and just tended toward center mass.

"Following," he responded almost automatically, often slipping into some strange echo of work mode for communication. It wasn't actually the same, just based on tone and the expression he was making, but he did tend toward conciseness.

A low growl ran through him briefly and he turned his head a little toward Emryc after his comment, a hand coming up off his controller. Slender fingers gently pulled against the other man's jawline so Morgan could kiss him. He pulled away a few seconds later with a smile back on his face.

"I'll just rely on you, cheri" The prince had been following the rules, as promised, although losing in this particular game always seemed more funny than frustrating.

Which didn't last forever. The next level had a final section where a large number of miniboss-type brute monster showed up, which Morgan had remembered would happen. A complication in the form of a special type charging from somewhere off to the side and knocking Morgan's character into the swarm is what actually frustrated him.

For a moment it looked like he might toss the controller, expression clearly somewhere north of annoyed, but after a moment it slowly came down and was half-heartedly plopped atop the designated pillow. Morgan let out a frustrated, whining growl and crossed his arms, frowning, and leaned back into Emryc to watch his tiny digital lady form either finish the section or die so he could respawn.

"Am I being good?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was completely zoned into the game, his little woman avatar taking potshots from afar to drop zombies. Morgan was good at clearing out mobs when the two of them planned it carefully. Their methods worked until they got to a miniboss area, “Okay, now you remember what I said we’d do here? You have to-” He watched blankly as Morgan’s avatar was casually sailing through the air before unceremoniously landing directly into a mob. Morgan’s side of the screen showed a violent and gruesome death.

There was nothing but silence for a few seconds as Emryc kept playing, half expecting the controller slam from Morgan. However, to his amazement, it never came. The half Sephi kept playing, privately deciding that Morgan would cause extensive property damage if they had to redo this level again. The tiny woman ran around all over the place, picking up extra ammo, finding elevated areas and popping off shots. It was rinse and repeat but the boss was defeated in the end, getting them past that specific area.

A cutscene was playing before Morgan would be allowed to rejoin. Emryc grinned at Morgan’s words from earlier, “It’s okay, you just weren’t done being carried still,” He said slyly, remarking from when Morgan refused to be set down on the counter.

He took the cutscene opportunity to trace more kisses along Morgan’s shoulder and towards his neck. He took a hand off the controller to quite casually slip beneath the waistband of the Firrerreo’s pants, unapologetic and targeted about his teasing, “You can be a little bad…”

He uttered the words before he bit down softly into the crook of his neck, grazing his tongue up along towards his ear to toy with the piercings. As he did so, he was hit with a sudden memory of the scene at a club. This was amplified as he drew in the smell of citrus and herbs. Emryc paused for a moment, his face scrunching up slightly, “Hey…crazy question but were you-”

The cutscene ended and they were suddenly both spawned into action. Emryc drew his hand back out and promptly grabbed the controller again, “Okay, just grab a melee weapon this time. You’re actually better with those.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan's face was stuck somewhere between pouting and grinning after Emryc's comment, and he'd been about to make a retort when the other man started attacking his neck and shoulders. He tilted his head a little to allow easy access, gasping gently at the touch of Emryc's questing hand. His body reacted on its own and he sank back into the half-Sephi's chest, melting from the sudden attention.


"Only a li-?" he started before his voice was cut off by a whimper, teeth against his skin fogging his thoughts quite effectively. He was suddenly acutely aware of how surrounded he was by Emryc and slender fingers settled against a muscular though, pressing against him as if to further entrench himself. A question began to be uttered but was cut off, and Morgan blinked as the very comfortable presence retreated from where it'd been teasing him.

Morgan hissed softly in frustration but assented for the moment, eyes snapping back to the screen from where they'd been staring off into space. Angled features settled into a grin as he took up the controller again and moved back as close to Emryc as he could possibly be, wiggling a little bit for good measure.

"Yes sir," the prince said and had his avatar pick up a sledgehammer from inside the respawn/safe room, an almost comical weapon considering how svelte the avatar was made to be, but Morgan found it funny. Plus it did a lot of damage in an arc, and Emryc wasn't exactly wrong. He didn't need to aim a hammer and could rely on distance and timing instead.

As expected, a hammer worked much better than a shotgun, even if it seemed ridiculous. Morgan was easily able to clear out mobs with broad swings while Tiny Girl Emryc could precisely take out special enemies from a distance without being swarmed to death. Even the part where they had to gather fuel cells for an escape vehicle was working out relatively smoothly with their teamwork.

Morgan did, however, keep fidgeting where he sat, rubbing up against Emryc in a very particular way and poorly disguised as simply getting comfortable.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc winced slightly at Morgan’s words, “I’ll take cheri over sir, thanks,” He mumbled quietly.

The half Sephi was far more pleased with Morgan picking up an obnoxious melee weapon. He was mowing through the enemies while Emryc picked off the more difficult zombies. Morgan was doing a fantastic job with crowd control, and the two men worked in concert to move rapidly through the levels. They cleared a path through the zones to get to the vehicle and escape in time. The entire experience saw both men completely engaged with the game, though Emryc did notice Morgan moving up close and wiggling around.

Emryc exhaled involuntarily as Morgan pressed even closer and ground himself back a very targeted way. He kept his gaze trained on the screen, attempting to focus on killing the mega boss they had to fight. Emryc had his scope trained on the zombie, prepared to land a hit when Morgan wiggled yet again. His distraction cost him and he was suddenly eaten alive by a horde.

His eyes narrowed, but he gently set his controller down. It was Morgan’s turn to shine and this was the furthest progress the Firrerreo had ever made, all thanks to his sledgehammer. While Morgan had his moment of glory, Emryc slowly moved the pillows from behind him. He watched the screen as Morgan had the boss beat down to where it would just take one more solid hit. He could tell Morgan was getting excited about this.

Before Morgan could do it, however, Emryc abruptly grabbed a hold of him and plopped backwards into the bed, dragging him with, “GAME OVER!” He yelled out, keeping a firm grip on the Firrerreo as his poor avatar was torn to shreds. Emryc couldn’t help but laugh, staring up at the ceiling while Morgan laid with his back against his chest. He only released him after the level completely failed them and all their progress was ruined.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The frown returned a little, though for a different reason this time. Morgan started to turn a little before the game started and he was focused back on it, caught up in gratuitous infected-related violence with his boyfriend.

By the time Smol Gal Emryc had been eaten he'd returned to a look of amused determination, lips drawn a little over his fangs, concentrating on how he moved his character around. He dodged and dived around, abusing hitbox mechanics shamelessly to avoid getting slapped in the face with a meaty undead fist. The boss was almost dead and he moved in again, hammer swinging down-

And it suddenly spun completely off target as Morgan was yanked back, his head whipping around by reflex and the controller dropped and forgotten somewhere off the bed in the flurry of movement. The Firrerreo jumped a little when Emryc shouted, surprised snarl turning into an annoyed whine halfway through. He tried to escape, but Emryc had a firm grip around him and he wasn't going to be able to successfully slip out in time.

Without being able to help himself he started laughing along with Emryc, escape attempt turning half hearted somewhere around the time his avatar was scattered around more terrain than a Jedi freighter on Ajan Kloss. Morgan huffed a little, crossing his arms stubbornly as he laid atop the other man.

"I had him," he grumbled, turning his head to listen to Emryc's heart. Morgan grew very still and his expression edged in on worry after a moment.

"Sorry. I won't call you that again." He turned around after he was let go, settling himself atop Emryc chest to chest, elbows balanced on either side. "I love you, cheri," he said firmly, staring directly into his favourite pair of silver eyes. Silk fingers slid downwards while he moved up to kiss him, hand slipping beneath the other man's waistband to return the favour from earlier.

Morgan drew back and slipped around down his neck, trailing feather kisses the entire way, and purred a question.

"How may I make up for it?"

Followed by some very specific suggestions.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was perfectly content where he was, his arms loosely around Morgan as he gazed up. He enjoyed Morgan’s warm body against his, and of course that smell of citrus filled the room all around him. This room was very much Morgan’s and it had every essence of him. It brought Emryc an odd measure of comfort and peace, and his ears picked up on the echoes of song here. Curiously, not all of it was happy, but he said nothing of it.

He felt Morgan go still, his smile replaced with mild confusion at the apology. Emryc hadn’t expected the Firrerreo to take it so seriously, but he certainly appreciated the gesture. He gazed up at Morgan when he spun around, smiling at the man as his silver eyes softened. He welcomed the kiss, his hand coming up to curl his fingers into Morgan’s hair.

As he felt Morgan’s hand slide down, he exhaled softly into his mouth, savoring the taste and touch of him. Emryc blinked his eyes open as the man began to kiss downwards, but he gently tugged his head back up towards himself, “I wasn’t done,” He said simply before he captured his lips again. Emryc had missed all of this, the taste of him, the subtle brush against the fangs, the way Morgan touched him. He wanted to take his time.

His hand pressed Morgan’s face against his own, passion and deep, longing urges all manifesting in the way he kissed the man. His other hand slid down Morgan’s back, dipping back in to feel every bit of his skin and teasing in return. Emryc’s body pressed up against him, submitting to his touch as his desire for the other man was made abundantly clear. There were twinges of pain as some of his wounds protested, but he ignored it.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan let out a gentle trill, the other man's words reminding him of his moodiness in the kitchen when he'd first arrived, the sound cut off by an insistence on taking his lips for himself. The prince obliged eagerly, the fingers curled in his still very messy hair sending a satisfied purr through his chest. He could feel the familiar response to his touch, back slightly arching along the lines that Emryc traced down his spine, breath hitching as that hand grasped him.

The kiss was at once fiery and tender, tinged with a desperate need. Morgan was inundated in Emryc's warmth and the way their two scents mixed around him, the way he felt between his fingers, the taste of him on his studded tongue. The rush of it fogged his thoughts and sent fresh heat through him and across his skin, gilding neck and shoulders the way only the man he loved could do. The young Firrerreo thought he handled their long times apart relatively well, but everything that built up always came flying to the surface the moment he was in his arms again.

Every breath between them riled Morgan further, though he tempered it much further compared to earlier. He could feel in more ways than one how deeply and earnestly Emryc wanted this close affection and his body easily betrayed the same. They'd run wild earlier, injuries and a pile of debris proving as much. So this time the prince treated his soldier boy with passionate care, silken fingers running possessively over him and deliberately avoiding laying across stitches.

He let himself be taken in by the slower pace, exploring and taking his time and allowing Emryc to dictate where to go next. Golden eyes burned bright and strong, but Morgan took his time in the same way he had in that hospital on Naboo. Or at least he was trying his best. A whining breath escaped his lips in the middle of everything else, gold staring directly into silvers during a brief pause in the kiss as fangs dragged their way across a collarbone.

"Emryc."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had always been open about his sexual nature, but exploring it when woven with love took him to entirely new heights. Each touch, sound and smell from Morgan sent jolts through his body, and he had little control over how he reacted. He gasped into Morgan’s mouth as his body leaned into his every touch, savoring the warmth between them and the desires that rapidly built.

He could tell Morgan was holding back, the internal struggle enticing Emryc even more. He loved this dance with a beast that always teetered on the edge of lashing out. He was a morsel that tantalizing teased before jaws that could easily rip and devour. Emryc ignored the pain on his lip as he passionately kissed Morgan, his hips pressing up against the other man.

Emryc felt Morgan draw back after a moment, the fangs across his skin always igniting a fire in him he couldn’t tame. He heard his name on Morgan’s lips, coming across as an almost pleading whimper. The half Sephi rolled over so Morgan lay on the bed beneath him, gritting his teeth as his stitches and wounds protested.

His hands were on either side of the bed by Morgan, and he leaned in to kiss down his neck. The kisses continued down his chest and below to where he toyed with the piercing on his navel. He took his time this time, teasing and tugging on it as his tongue circled around.

Emryc continued his journey after a while, his mouth and tongue kissing down Morgan’s abdomen as his hands tugged the clothing down. He paused to speak without looking up, “Tell me about your life on Firrerre,” He said simply as he continued down, working in ways he knew Morgan liked.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan was moved, following where his soldier boy led him until their positions were reversed atop the bed. The sheets at his back were warm still and the motion sent a fresh wave of musk and cologne to wash over the Firrerreo, nostrils flaring as he fought down his natural instincts. He tried to channel into something else, fingers grasping cloth as Emryc traveled downwards and breath quickening along with his heartbeat.

The sudden question left his brows slightly furrowed.

"Wha-?" he began as a confused query that turned into a sudden gasp, eyes turning up to look at the ceiling and hips pressing up. This was cheating, it had to be. Emryc knew he wouldn't lie, and he also knew the kinds of attention he liked best. It sent lightning running up his spine and down his legs, driving away the words that had formed on the tip of his tongue and replacing them with a soft moan.

"Grew up- whi- hng" Likely to no one's surprise he was having a little trouble focusing just then, another frustrated whimper slipping out. Iron fingers tightened against the sheets which were, luckily enough, made of tougher stuff than the couch had been. The prince writhed beneath the other man's efforts, trying to string together something at least vaguely coherent as he'd been asked.

"Was raised near the capitol," Morgan started, taking a slightly shaky breath that turned into tight lipped whining. "Old Drast mansion. Taught our way-" A particular something or other drew out a much louder sound and he slapped a hand over his mouth to quiet it, annoyance crossing features that flushed with embarrassment. Of course he wasn't trying to stop the other man or refuse to speak, since this was all part of how they played the game, but that didn't stop the bright colour in his cheeks.

"Our ways from an early age. Was introd- Cheri, this isn't fair!" he protested half-heartedly, the rest of him clearly having an entirely different opinion of the situation. Morgan's head plopped back on the pillow with a resigned sound halfway between a gasp and a satisfied sighing.

"At least be- Mmn, specific. Please."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was perfectly content with where he was, and he picked up on all the ways Morgan moved and the attempts he made at speaking. The half Sephi had done this enough to know just how to get to him, and he was having a great time doing it. Emryc glanced up when Morgan put a hand over his mouth. The Force coiled around that hand and abruptly yanked it away.

“I want to hear every part of this story,” He stated firmly after he drew back for a moment, silver eyes piercing into goldens. His hands brushed along Morgan’s legs, tracing over the brands and where he had left marks that were long gone now. Emryc purposely took his time, grinning at the Firrerreo that could be quite demanding. The half Sephi was the ice to his fire, having everlasting patience where Morgan could be far more insistent.

Emryc decided he liked this game, and he especially liked the effects it had on the normally regal prince.

“What did you do when you lived there and how did you eventually join the Eternal's Sith?” He asked before he went right back to what he was doing. His hands hooked around Morgan’s legs as he did whatever he pleased and maneuvered him as he liked, intending to go right till his story had a conclusion.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

His hand resisted Emryc's influence through the Force so little and so feebly, it could hardly have been said to have resisted at all. The other man's will coiling around his limb was a comfortable and welcome thing, but it also meant the desperate sound he'd meant to stifle instead echoed through the air, worsening his embarrassment.

It didn't make him want this less, though, and that hand bound itself in cloth in response to Emryc's command, the other gripping the headboard. Morgan would be good, even as his body writhed and coiled beneath him outside his control.

Concentration became even harder as the half-Sephi intensified his attentions and showed off his extensive patience, something the Firrerreo had very little to spare with games like this. Fingers brushed brands that, of all the Sith, only Emryc had ever really seen, much less kissed, and the sense of admixed trust and vulnerability still left Morgan as breathless as the first time.

The prince's brief respite was short lived, but he knew better this time than to try speaking before the game had resumed properly. True to what his clouded thoughts concluded, whatever Emryc did pulled another moan from between his lips, unhindered just as he'd asked. Strong arms maneuvered and bound him in place, his heart aflutter and racing in his chest. Morgan forced himself to speak where his body wanted simply to make inarticulate and primal noises, determined to do as he was asked.

Otherwise he'd lose. He'd rather be humiliated like this by Emryc, in the way that he liked and allowed, than admit defeat easily. Where would the fun be in that? At least he'd gotten a more specific question, which he was very appreciative of.

"I, ah-! Learned what was e-expected of me, an-" he paused to breath, feeling more than a little light-headed. "As a Drast, anmMM- Member of the royal line." Morgan wanted to gather himself, but the more he did that the harder it would get to concentrate as every nerve smoldered and lit up across his skin.

"Learned how to kill- mmph- my enemies. Wield will a-and passion- love- I, ah, Emryc."

Emryc lost him for a few moments, but he came back to a line of thought that made more sense than the cooing he was doing, little better than putty at his touch.

"Finances, and, um, DraAhHst method. Teacher showed me." Golden eyes, half glazed over but still burning bright like stars looked down his torso at Emryc, which helped him focus a lot less than he'd wanted it to. In fact it made the whimpering worse- or better, probably, in the other man's opinion. Morgan decided to shorten his sentences.

"Royal d-duties and, um. Power. Was introduced. Sullust, eclipse. Mnnfgh, slew acolyte. Neccesa-, ah, requi- He growled a little, irritated. "Needed, for work, gardening. I-" Morgan's grip on sheets and bedpost intensified, the wood creaking the slightest bit, but it held quite resolutely and didn't even crack. His eyes found Emryc again, every muscle in his body tense to keep it under control.

Morgan continued to try his very best to obey, elaborating through moans and whimpers and gasping breaths to serve as staccato punctuation. He told Emryc, haltingly but without hesitation, what his home had been like and what he'd done. He knew it was important, and he knew the half-Sephi had cared enough to ask at all even if was done during a game. The prince purred and growled his way through the beginning of how he'd joined with the Eternal's order, though with even less coherence, right up until-

"S-stop, cheri, I-"

Or so he said, but he made no attempt whatsoever to escape. 'Stop' didn't actually mean the usual in this situation, which both of them knew, there was another phrase for that. Gold was flushing across his skin in time with the building flame, heat that raged through every cell in his body.

That word meant he'd lost.

"Emryc!"

@Sreeya