Ask Across The Universe

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc caught Morgan’s look and his own face scrunched up slightly at the sight. However, his eyes widened when he declared that this wasn’t a river. Emryc turned to look at the dive board, and then the very suburban home attached to the pool. He blankly stared for a moment, just beginning to comprehend exactly where he was.

The half Sephi was distracted by Morgan reaching for him before he began to undress. Emryc floated on his back while he waited, tilting his head over to watch. It took an unnecessary amount of time for Morgan to finally find his way out of his clothing. The man seemed to have endless layers of clothing on.

Emryc lost his patience near the end of it. Morgan’s foot was still half hooked onto a pant leg before Emryc coiled the Force around him and yanked him into the water. He wasn’t going to let Morgan ease himself in - the man had to splash in just as Emryc had. Emryc remained surfaced, laughing as he waited for Morgan to come back up.

The half Sephi had the biggest smile on his face when Morgan emerged, hoping to brush away any rage right there. He waded over and pulled Morgan into his arms, leaning back slightly as he went into the deeper end.

“I feel better now,” Emryc said simply as he grinned at Morgan, silver eyes peeking through the hair that was matted across his forehead.

 

[Darth Stolas]

To be fair, Morgan did have multiple layers of clothing on. While he lacked proper undergarments he'd gone for just covering up his pajamas and, for reasons that clearly consternated him, he was having issues with the pants. That issue was cleanly fixed by Emryc just suddenly yanking him toward the pool.

"Wha-?" was all he got out and with a flailing of limbs he splashed into the pool. The Firrerreo shot right back up out of it with silvered skin and flashing eyes, head darting around into the water and those nictitating membranes blinking away water. He backed up toward the edge- right into his boyfriend's waiting arms. Morgan tensed for a moment and turned, relaxing again when his eyes caught sight of those familiar silvers. The water was quite cold but the places where the two men touched weren't so bad.

Being in Emryc's embrace without much in the way of barriers seemed to distract him from having been flung into the water. Although he looked grumpy for a few moments the half-Sephi's comment about feeling better and that huge smile cheered Morgan up about it.

"Fixed it," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around Emryc and floated along with him toward the deeper part of the pool. His eyes occasionally glanced away for a moment toward the water but he seemed otherwise okay where he was. Morgan habitually distrusted deeper water on account of where he was from, although his newfound knowledge it was an ordinary pool curbed it somewhat.

After a few seconds of floating peacefully with his boyfriend Morgan's eyes locked onto him instead, apparently having determined they were alone in the water. "Not so terrible," Morgan commented idly and glanced once over Emryc's shoulder toward the house, so far quiet and unlit. "Waaay better. Being ssooo close is nice." His extra-strong purring was started up again, though partly dampened by the water.

"Mwen, ah, don't reeaally... Like being touched? But if it's Emryc I want it alllwaaays." Morgan blinked in a lazy kind of way, membranes removing more water. "I love you like, a lot."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc looked slightly concerned when Morgan looked grumpy for a moment. That washed away when Morgan cheerfully settled into his arms. He noticed Morgan gripped him extra tight when he went into deeper water and Emryc didn’t mind this one bit. He adjusted Morgan’s arms so they were around his neck and his own hands slid down to pull the Firrerreo’s legs to go around his hips.

He kept walking through the pool, carrying Morgan with him. His hands slid up from Morgan’s legs and up his back as he spoke. Emryc’s gaze focused on the way Morgan’s eyes changed and shifted, that animalistic side of him manifesting again. He only saw it when Morgan was surprised awake.

The purring sent gentle ripples in the water and it only made Emryc chuckle at the sight. He looked at Morgan as he professed his love, unable to hide the warmth that seeped into the silvers. Emryc pulled Morgan closer, one of his hands sliding up his back and neck to rest against his head. Fingers curled gently into the back of his hair.

“You are a prince,” He said, “It isssss a privilege to touch you,” Emryc’s fingers traveled along his hair, nails grazing lightly against scalp before they traveled back down to the nape of his neck. Emryc stared into his eyes for a moment, the smiling fading away, “Thaaaat pendant...I want your name...a-and...my name..” He stopped there before he began to chuckle again, though there was no joy in the chuckle. He shook his head and looked away, “Never mindddd being stupid..”

Emryc tilted his head back and looked up at the stars, pulling Morgan in tightly, “I am...happy..” He said after a while. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever had that thought, let alone vocalizing it.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan allowed his boyfriend to move his limbs where he wanted them and settled into his new positioning. It felt like a warm and familiar place to be, their paired heat seeping into him. The gentle touch of Emryc's hand up his back brought him further comfort and he found he couldn't, or didn't want to, look away from the silver eyes that grew softer and brighter when Morgan said he loved him.

The prince's head lay against his soldier boy's shoulder as he was drawn in tighter, goldens looking up at him. A deeply contented sigh left his lips and he noticeably relaxed when Emryc's fingers pet through the hair they'd cut and shaped earlier.

"Yoour prince," Morgan reminded him softly, squeezing him when his touch ran down his neck. Brows furrowed when the smile left Emryc's face and his head came up. The Firrerreo seemed to, very slowly, freeze as he was while his boyfriend spoke. Words were processed through a mind muddled by drink and relaxation, tumbling piece by piece into order.

Steadily gilding coloured over his skin, spreading from cheeks that flushed with heat and down his neck and shoulders to the rest of him. His eyes widened and he stared blankly even as the other man dismissed what he'd said as stupid, face not really sure what expression to make and going through a series of emotions in a very short span of time. The last two times Morgan had misunderstood what Emryc meant but he was increasingly finding no other way to interpret what he'd just said.

Emryc spoke again and Morgan snapped from his reverie, blinking as if he'd been stuck in some dream. The man he loved said he was happy and that clicked the last thing into place. Slender fingers rose from behind Emryc's neck and framed his cheek to gently pull his gaze away from the starry sky to look at him.

There was Morgan's face, the brightest and most overjoyed smile lighting up his entire face. His eyes that blazed in the dark of the night stared into silvers and, quite without warning, the prince shot forward to capture Emryc's lips in his. The kiss was a little clumsy considering the state they were in but the fire was there and completely uninhibited. He tasted and breathed in the other man, held him close and let his hands wander just a little.

Then they met the side of the pool and he drew back to look at those eyes again, those eyes he treasured so much and wanted so desperately to be seen by.

"Sssooo happy." Morgan's voice was a bare and somewhat slurred whisper, and it was filled with as much utter joy as the rest of him in that moment.

"Me too. I want that too."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc felt Morgan grasp his face and tilt it towards himself. The half Sephi was caught off guard by the smile that lit up his face. Emryc blinked for a moment, opening his mouth to say something likely very stupid. Thankfully Morgan took that opportunity away by capturing his lips. Emryc happily welcomed the gesture, returning it just as eagerly.

His hand traveled down Morgan’s back, fingers tracing down between the shoulder blades and down the length of his spine. His back hit against the edge of the pool while he was still kissing Morgan. They broke apart and he gazed into his eyes, seeing the goldens that showed him molten affection in place of fire.

Emryc’s expression was stuck in a lazy smile as he looked at him. What Morgan said, however, caught him off guard. He felt his heart suddenly pounding against his chest, mind attempting to process what he heard. However, he only laughed again in the end.

He spun around so Morgan’s back was against the edge this time. Emryc pressed against the Firrerreo, his hands coming up to place on the edge similar to where he had Morgan on the balcony. The half Sephi grinned down at those golden eyes.

“I’m nooot a noble,” He leaned in to trace kisses along the sharp jawline, “A lowly peasant, my lord,” Emryc continued down the side of his neck, “A meeere humble servanttt to do my Emperor’s bidding.”

 

[Darth Stolas]

That touch along his spine curled Morgan's body up against Emryc, sending fresh fire through him. The prince tilted his head slightly to take in his soldier boy's features after he spoke, bemusement colouring his face when he laughed. He could feel the way his heart hammered in a vague kind of way and it mirrored a similar feeling in his own chest, a flighty fluttering as a result of a complicated but strong mix of feelings.

It only intensified when they were turned around and Morgan felt his back against the smooth wall of the pool. His legs were still around the other man's hips where they tightened and pulled possessively. Morgan was surrounded by his boyfriend again and he liked it that way, although at first what he said before delivering those kisses of his brought a look of irritation. That expression was difficult to maintain as they trailed down along his neck.

"Are not," he huffed in protest, head tilting over to allow unhindered access to him almost purely out of habit. Was this a new game of sorts? Was he being teased? Morgan couldn't tell, but Emryc hadn't brought up that title before. Slender fingers traced down from the half-Sephi's neck and over his sides, moving across the muscles beneath the water. They were greedy for him and shameless in their exploration of his form, always appreciating the work her put into maintaining it and keeping up with training.

"Frrrom prince to Emperor alreaaddyy?" A soft trilling laugh escaped him for a couple seconds before a particular spot Emryc found distracted him from his train of thought. He found it again somewhere amidst the purring and pawing he was doing.

"Oonne day." Morgan dipped his head and laid insistent kisses in return wherever he could reach, ending up somewhere beneath an ear. He let his fangs brush against it as he spoke again. "We do not serve, we rule," he said in a fiery whisper, silk and iron fingers curling across Emryc's back and golden eyes glinting with a sudden ferocity.

"I'll alwaaays be yours." His eyes softened. "Take what comes to you, mmyyy Emryc."

His eyes looked over Emryc's shoulder somewhere and they narrowed, his head flicking to his right. The Force coiled around the bottle of drink and it flew near-ish them to land with a small splash. Morgan reached over to retrieve it, awkwardly removed the top with one hand, and took a solid swig of it.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

There were less restraints when Emryc was this drunk, and Morgan’s hands traveling along his frame didn’t help that. Emryc pondered on the comments, biting down at the crook of his neck. The ‘we’ in Morgan’s words caught him off guard again. He silently pressed his lips against Morgan’s skin, but he said nothing in response as his mind exploded in various different directions. It rattled him almost as it had back on his ship when he said the ‘we’.

“Careful what you wish for,” Emryc grinned at his words, looking over to see the bottle that floated over. He took it for himself after Morgan drank from it, chugging down a healthy amount. Emryc winced as the liquid burned his throat, but the effects were immediate.

Emryc handed the bottle back as he looked over and saw a ledge in the pool to sit on along the wall. The half Sephi waded over towards it, shifting to sit on it. Emryc pulled Morgan in close on his lap, keeping the same way they were embraced before.

“I waaaant you,” He said simply, half whispering the words. Emryc gazed into Morgan’s eyes, moving in ways to make his intentions clear. His hands slid down the Firrerreo’s sides and along his smooth skin. Emryc leaned forth to kiss along the front of his neck and against his collarbone, “Go aheaaad and rule over yourrr domainn” He smiled against Morgan’s skin, his fingers digging into his sides.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan was once more drawn from his chaotic and drink-addled slew of thoughts, this time by teeth meeting his neck. He gasped softly and pressed closer to his boyfriend while his own fangs dragged firmly across the exposed skin of the half-Sephi's neck. They nibbled and play-bit in reply while they floated off somewhere else away from the wall. The prince wasn't paying too much attention to their exact place in the pool just then.

His head came up when they hit something solid, the water making it very easy for Emryc to shift how Morgan was arranged in his lap. A fanged grin flashed down at the half-Sephi and a hand went over his shoulder to place the bottle somewhere out of the water behind him, Morgan lifting a little off Emryc. The same hand came back and slipped down low between them as goldens found silvers again with the man's features angled up in that royally confident way. He did sway a little but the grip on his sides and the water kept him in place well enough.

"You have me cheriii," Morgan said back, sighing as more kisses found him. "I'm so luckyyy." The prince hooked his other arm around Emryc's neck and sank down onto his favourite throne with a shuddering breath and desperate whimper. There was some wiggling to get properly comfortable and then he leaned forward again to feverishly kiss the half-Sephi while he composed himself.

"My domain is the greatest in the whooole galaxy," he stated with obvious pride and a familiar fire in his eyes after he pulled back. Both arms now found themselves around the other man's neck and the water churned around them as Morgan moved. The Firrerreo's muscles coiled and uncoiled, more feral passion than the usual grace, and driven by some instinct his teeth found an uninjured part of Emryc's shoulder to firmly bite against. It wasn't nearly as hard as when Emryc had first showed up at the apartment and the couch was lost to their passions. But it wasn't terribly gentle either, joined by a rumbling, growling purr.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc kept his gaze on Morgan the entire time as he moved and shifted. He groaned almost involuntarily, his face far more animated and expressive than usual. Emryc’s hand came up to clutch Morgan’s hair again as they kissed. He gasped into his mouth, feeling him move with the soft waves in the water.

He felt Morgan pull away as he gazed at him during his words, a grin spreading across his face, “You can rule it as long as you pleaseee,” He half slurred and half groaned the words. One of his hands traveled down the front of Morgan’s torso and beneath the water to feel and grasp however he pleased, the other stayed clutching his hair.

Emryc felt that bite against his shoulder, the gesture eliciting a soft chuckle, “Be gentlee, baby..” He said as Morgan moved. Emryc’s head tilted up slightly to gaze up at the stars again, “You’ve kriffed me up bad already,” His grip on Morgan's hair firmed, though he was careful not to repeat his earlier actions.

He felt the purr against his chest, the water rippling and splashing around them. Emryc leaned in to kiss along Morgan’s collarbone again, biting and leaving faint marks along his skin. His kisses and bites took him along the shoulder, sharp exhales of his hot breath brushing skin in between, “I didn’t think youuuuu were soooo bold, my prince,” He said softly as he smiled against Morgan’s shoulder. Emryc remembered where they were and how they had been trespassing.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The other man's wandering hand and gripping fingers through Morgan's hair elicited passionate sounds that were muffled against the muscle between his teeth. They bit a hair harder before retreating, leaving behind distinctive but relatively minor markings. Emryc's warning reminded his prince through the fog not to go too far with his wilder affections.

Every appreciative sound Morgan drew out of his boyfriend resulted in more energy put into what he was doing, breath quick and heart hammering in his chest. The Firrerreo gasped as marks were left down his collarbone and his arms tightened encouragingly around the other man, a shudder running through his body.

"I'm suppoosed to be bold," he breathed out in a distracted slur as if he nearly forgot to actually say something back, eyes half lidded and fingers tightly gripping the back of Emryc's shoulders for support. His head settled in the nape of his neck, panting and whimpering beneath the half-Sephi's sensitive ear and drawing himself tighter and closer to him.

"I'llll just, kill annnyyyone else who sees," Morgan growled affectionately, legs tightening possessively. They shook and his body tensed up, breath hitching in his chest after another few seconds. Iron fingers clawed across his back, leaving scratches and new bruises down it's length in lieu of the bite Emryc's grip on his hair prevented.

"Mweeen damoou w'." He didn't seem to have any desire to stop what he was doing, though he did pause for a moment to reach for the bottle to get another drink. It was rapidly running out.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

“Are you ssssupposed to be scandalous?” He slurred in between sharp breaths. He felt Morgan’s legs tighten around him, the water splashing around them as the cool air touched skin above the surface. Emryc’s grip on his hair forced Morgan’s head to come away from his neck and to face him. The half Sephi pulled him into a kiss, wanting to feel every sound and breath against his mouth.

He felt the scratches along his back, tracing over the old welts that were there from his own atonement. Blood ran hot and he didn’t stop kissing Morgan. His mind began to cloud over as the effects of alcohol, their present situation and the sheer scandal of it all took hold. He was lost in the corded muscles, the smooth skin, the sounds, the taste and the ever present stench of chlorine.

Emryc was pulled out of his thoughts when Morgan drew back and reached for the bottle. He watched the Firrerreo take a drink, releasing his hair as there was a glint in the silvers, especially at the drunken confession of love and the promise of murder. Emryc shifted from beneath Morgan, spinning around so the Firrerreo’s hands would slam abruptly into the edge of the pool in the absence of Emryc’s shoulders.

The half Sephi moved surprisingly smoothly for how inebriated he was, his hands sliding down Morgan’s sides. His gaze roamed over the brands and markings along his back, having memorized every single one. He watched the way the skin flushed and changed colors, mesmerized by the glow of the pool and the light of the moon illuminating the almost unnatural tinge of his skin.

Emryc leaned forward to kiss long his spine, though his other actions were in stark contrast to the almost tender kisses. Fingers dug almost painfully into Morgan’s hips, water splashing and spilling over till the bottle the Firrerreo tried to protect tipped over.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan groaned and whimpered into the kiss as lightning traveled in hot streaks down his spine and along every limb and nerve, an addition that he most certainly appreciated. That intense intimacy continued until he relaxed somewhat and went for the drink to take another gulp with muscles that moved with more languid fluidity than they had a few seconds prior.

Emryc moved quickly enough that the distracted Firrerreo had to clumsily catch himself on the edge of the pool with an annoyed growl, the bottle still in his iron grip clanking against the stone. Burning golden eyes looked over a shoulder at the other man with a glint of razor fangs and words formed on his tongue. They were cut off by a long and shuddering sound and a sharp intake of breath at what he was doing, back arching beneath feather-light lips and a firm grasp on his hips.

"I- mff- can be whaateeever I want," Morgan replied, words coming out a slurred moaning. He managed to keep his hold on the bottle for a short while before something the half-Sephi did sent fireworks off behind his eyes. The Firrerreo's fingers failed him and the bottle clattered to the side and slowly rolled to a stop between two stone tiles. His chest met the stone as well, head lying in his arms and eyes partly closed, purring growl running through him and skin around his brands flushing gold with heat. Morgan's legs slunk began to hook behind Emryc's and tightened regularly from his attention.

The prince's breath came quick and irregular and he struggled for a moment to lift himself slightly off the stone to better brace himself, at some point having enough room in his head to realize he hadn't been particularly comfortable bodily dragged over the side. His head tilted slightly back toward his soldier boy and he spoke a word with a shuddering snarl that shook and shivered as much as his arms and legs just then.

"Bite."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

One of Emryc’s hands slid up from Morgan’s side and came up along his shoulder. The fingers curled around his neck, pressing down enough to leave light marks as he pulled Morgan back towards himself. His head leaned in as his lips brushed against his ear. He spoke with that rich baritone in between the staccato rhythm of his breaths, “You can be whatever you want...and you choose to be mine,” He granted the Firrerreo’s wish by biting into his ear, his fingers still clutching his neck.

He pulled away to trace kisses along him, biting down into his shoulder. When he drew back this time, he noticed the mark didn’t fade all the way through. The sight only encouraged him more as more bites traced along his skin, wanting to add his very own presence everywhere he could.

Hints of Raze crept into his mannerisms, the grip on Morgan’s neck tightening just slightly. The Firrerreo was far more resilient than any human and was an untamed beast. Emryc could only dance with that beast and could only subdue it as much as it willed it. Their dance would be one that continued for some time, passion, love and lust all blurred into the haze cast from the foreign drink.

Emryc’s hand left Morgan’s hip to come around his torso, sliding along the muscled abs and down from there, savoring and cherishing every bit of the man he loved so fiercely. The man he loved with his burning rage, with his frigid icy chill, from the deepest depths of every fiber of his being. He would let Morgan know that in every way, every last barrier down from the alcohol.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The prince capitulated to the firm direction of his soldier boy, half lifting himself and half pulled up by his neck. Hands came back to dig into muscular thighs when he felt teeth on skin. Its effects on him were immediate and obvious both physically and auditorily, particularly when the the biting carried on across and down his shoulder and Emryc's fingers tightened further.

"All yours," Morgan managed to get out before he seemed to become incapable of forming proper words and let himself be lost in Emryc's embrace. Even as wild and feral as they were, or perhaps especially then considering how vulnerable and free they both were under the effects of the alcohol, the way the half-Sephi deeply treasured and focused on his boyfriend shone through quite clearly.

His efforts would result in the prince needing help to remain standing. Morgan Drast was a vicious tiger of a Sith descended from a long line of monsters. In Emryc's hands, all the way to the end, he was a writhing, purring, and whimpering kitten.

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Still and idle save for a softly satisfied rumbling sound and shallow breathing, Morgan was still surrounded on all sides by Emryc, settled in his lap and wrapped in his arms. His golden eyes were only partly open as he looked up at the stars twinkling far above in the Eriadu sky with his head leaning back against a muscular shoulder.

He was sore in a familiar and comfortable kind of way, a bevy of new markings over him that slender fingers came up to lightly draw across. The drinking reduced how quickly they faded, something he felt oddly thankful for as the dull ache and sting over a shoulder was renewed at his touch.

A lazy smile was plastered on his face and another hand slowly reached over to intertwine itself with the other man's. He was unsure how much time had passed, particularly since he still had a pretty strong buzz going through his head and was a little too distracted to keep track, but he did know one thing for sure.

"I'm cold." He also wasn't entirely sure he could reliably walk just then. "Where now?" Morgan's lips parted in a fanged yawn for a moment. His bag was unfortunately over by the other side of the water and he really didn't feel he had the desire to put forth the effort to get there to check the time or find his snacks.

"Want noodles?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s head was tilted back so he could gaze up at the stars, eyes half lidded as sleep tugged at him. He had Morgan in his arms and he was beyond satisfied, his breathing still adjusting back to normal. His heart still pounded against his chest, but that was beginning to calm as well. His arms were wrapped firmly around Morgan’s torso, the Firrerreo’s head resting comfortably against his shoulder.

Morgan's words caused a grin to spread across Emryc’s face, ”I’m not warm enough for you?” He asked as he placed a tender kiss against Morgan’s neck, fingers tracing up along the goosebumps on his boyfriend's arm. Emryc gazed forward again towards the house. His sensitive ears began to pick up some noises from inside, “You weren’t exactly quiet….” Emryc said as his gaze remained fixed on the windows of the house, “We need to leave.”

Emryc gently nudged for Morgan to get up despite any protest that may have resulted. He purposely stood between the direction of the house and Morgan, coming up behind him to keep the brands obscured from view of anyone that may be awake.

He kept shooting glances over towards the house, “Get dressed, come on, we can have noodles if you're fast,” He said with a tone of urgent pleading in his voice. By now, one of the hallway lights in the house lit up as Emryc used the Force to call his clothing over.

“Kriff,” Emryc grasped Morgan by the hand and led him towards some decorative bushes to crouch behind them. He had his clothing half on and was still drunk. Emryc had to bite back the urge to vomit from all the moving around and the drinking, “Why the kriff did we do this..” He whispered, not at all wanting to kill off a family and cause more suspicion in the area.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan laughed very softly and moved tried to move a little closer since he didn't actually want to move from where he was, though it was the water stealing away all the heat rather than the lack of clothes. He lay there basking in Emryc's gentle affections and the sound of his heart beat. Or at least he did until his boyfriend turned his attention elsewhere and grew comparatively still. "It's hard to," he replied with a tired little whine. "Must we?"

The Firrerreo was prodded to get up and sharply narrowed eyes turned to the house, clearly grumpy over the interruption but also at how his Sight was unhelpfully blurred still. "Tch." Morgan got out of the water with a lot of frowning and aggrieved grumbling.
With haste he got to his clothes, skipping the pajamas entirely and just pulling on the sweat pants first and shoving the rest of his things into the pack. Morgan knew he had to be fast because there were noodles on the horizon and he really wanted them.

Also he supposed escaping unnoticed was better than going through other more messy options. Those would involve having to move around with some degree of actual effort.

"Should mind their own business," he complained irritably under his breath and ignoring the fact they were on someone's else's property.

Emryc suddenly grasped his hand and led him off, which was for the best since his legs were still a little shaky just then. He'd managed to throw his hoodie over his shoulders at least since he'd gone minimal on actual clothes. The two half-dressed young men concealed themselves behind the plants and golden eyes peered out through the leaves, one hand carrying his bag of stuff and the other over his complaintive stomach.

"Because we wanted to," Morgan answered in a whisper from behind the other man, still using him as visual cover, "I did say anywhere." He cut himself off from further commentary as a back door slowly opened and an older man in pajamas peeked out, the pool light switching on. The man squinted and looked out over the pool while Morgan sat almost unnaturally still, though he was using Emryc a little bit as a brace.

In slippers the old man shuffled toward the pool and looked around. Water was scattered around so obviously someone had been in it though they seemed to have left. Laboriously the man bent down to pick up the forgotten drink bottle, mostly empty by this point. He immediately regretted that choice, although not just because of it's strength.

Morgan's eyes were locked on the man and narrowed in concentration, looking for all the world like he may be about to pounce. But it never happened and instead he shuffled back toward the door muttering about hooligans and tossed the bottle into a garbage bin on his way in. The pool light went out.

After a while the hallway light went out as well. Morgan let out a breath he'd been holding and sat back on his haunches, stomach growling beneath his hand. He looked around for a proper gate rather than trying to escape over the fence again.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

At some point Emryc had to physically push Morgan along because he paused to complain and grumble, “Baby, please, shhhh,” He whispered desperately as he kept glancing over his shoulder. He doubted the Firrerreo realized how loud his complaining was but it was certainly above whispering levels.

Mercifully Morgan was perfectly still while they hid behind the bushes. Emryc’s arm was around Morgan to keep him steady, his ears listening for any noises. He could see the man that walked out in his pajamas and slippers, coming a bit too close for comfort. Emryc glanced back and saw the animalistic look on Morgan’s face and his grip on him tightened. He silently shook his head no, his face more serious than Morgan was used to seeing.

Once the man disappeared and switched off the light, Emryc heaved a relieved sigh at the same time. He rose up and followed Morgan, putting his hoodie back on. He was still wet and cold, but at least he was dressed. Their wandering took them to a gate that Emryc unlocked and opened, quietly closing the door behind him. He gave a thorough once over to ensure there were no cameras before he left.

The half Sephi quickly walked away from the scene and back into the woods. He exhaled as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. Emryc allowed some distance before he began to laugh at the entire situation, “Tonight at 8! Hear the exclusive on Emryc Thorne getting caught in a resident’s pool with his lover!” He rattled off the Holonews story in a mocked up voice.

Emryc kept walking next to Morgan in a surprisingly good mood as he cheerfully voiced, “Damn that was a blast!” He playfully gave the Firrerreo a sharp slap on the tush. A moment later he paused and looked at him with wide eyes, “Oh uh...that’s...not..appropriate...prince..” Despite everything they had just done, a smack on the rear for a member of royalty seemed exceptionally juvenile and Emryc was suddenly embarrassed. He cleared his throat before he quickly started to walk again, his hands returning very much to himself.

“So uh..noodles,” He said abruptly, “Where do you want to get noodles?”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc was gifted a frustrated look at his insistence that the innocent old man not be murdered for the crime of bothering them during a romantic moment but Morgan seemed to give in and stay in the bush instead. They went together and quiet through the gate, Morgan's arms lazily being shoved through the arms of his hoodie and the front zipped up.

Off into the woods they walked once more in more or less the opposite direction while Morgan checked the contents of his bag, moving the pajamas into a different section from where he'd sort of just shoved them for the sake of expediency. Emryc's sudden laughter drew his eyes up from the bag and he couldn't help but join along in with the rare and beautiful sound. The pretty good imitation of a scandalized-sounding newscaster only made it better. It had been more than a little risky but, it had also been very fun.

"Way more than ex- hee!" The slap resounded along with his voice and his eyes widened with surprise as he jumped, hand slapping over his mouth and turned to look sharply at Emryc. He was still rather sore, though it was more the surprise at the sort of gesture the half-Sephi had never really made before. Golden eyes narrowed and he stepped in closer to get up into Emryc's face, a new frown on his face.

"Morgan," the Firrerreo insisted, "likes it when you do things like that." At which point he moved in close, firmly took Emryc's hand, and planted it where he'd just slapped. An arm curled around the other man's waist with a huff, eyes clearly showing the beginning signs of slit-eyed hunger. Morgan unzipped a pocket and fumbled out a burner holocomm that he activated and he brought up locations near where they were- which was actually still kind of a residential area.

"That one." He pointed to what was essentially a hole in the wall place with all of four tables and a bar that nontheless had good reviews. Morgan frequented it on shopping days in lieu of cooking a meal himself or when he went out drinking or something.

He headed off in the indicated direction, throwing Emryc a look if he removed the hand from where he'd put it, and offered him a cigarra for the trip.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Morgan’s surprised reaction didn’t help his own embarrassment. Emryc practically winced as he watched the Firrerreo gasp and clasp a hand to his mouth as if he witnessed something truly horrible. It wasn’t often that Emryc felt anything close to shame, but he certainly felt it then.

What followed next completely threw him off all over again. His hand was grasped and he was sure Morgan was going to yank it out of its socket, especially with that narrow eyed look. However, the hand was abruptly placed back where he had slapped. The Firrerreo was inches from his face, hints of that deadly side of him seeping out just a bit. It was inexplicably attractive and Emryc’s grip on Morgan tightened.

Before they kept walking, Emryc clutched at Morgan and drew him suddenly in so their chests collided for a moment. He wasn’t done just yet.

“Emryc,” He said with a half growl while he looked down at Morgan, “Likes it when you get angry and demanding,” He didn’t give Morgan a chance to respond before leaning in to kiss him hungrily. He lingered there for a moment before drawing back and fluidly spinning Morgan back to face forward so they could keep walking as if nothing happened.

As requested, Emryc kept his hand where it was, fingers curling to grasp possessively every now and then. Doing this in a somewhat public setting was strange, yet almost exhilarating, for him.

The half Sephi entered the establishment, finally using that moment to draw his hand away. He had to duck to even enter through the doorway, the workers glancing over at him curiously. While the elderly owners didn’t react so much, there was a young woman that stared at him very intently.

Emryc quickly looked away and stepped back behind Morgan to let him do the talking. He had no desire to be recognized here and now.

“Welcome back!” The elderly little lady waddled over gleefully to give Morgan a hug, “We missed you. You come here so little now,” She muttered sadly in broken Basic.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Silver eyes met golds that flashed brighter when their owner was moved without warning, though of course he didn't actually stop him. The kiss was returned with a brief touch of fangs before separating, although Morgan appeared cheered by the reaction. The two men resumed their walk through and then out of the woods.

The half-Sephi's possessive gestures clearly brought his boyfriend joy, each reciprocated by a squeeze of the arm around Emryc's waist. Morgan's purr returned before too long and he seemed in a better mood after the debacle, leaning his head against the other man's arm at some point. It was both somehow romantic and thrilling to wander around like they were but he certainly had no complaints about it.

Morgan accepted Emryc's withdrawal only because of the circumstances and stepped forward a little, hands casually settling in his hoodie pockets. He didn't miss the targeted staring of the woman but barely spared her a glance, standing lazily upright before the noodle shop's staff.

His head nodded slightly in a simple bow, something the old lady was used to by now. "Thank you," he returned with a soft smile and accepted the hug in a friendly way, though characteristically brief all the same. Hugs were generally a gesture he appreciated from some but still only tolerated for so long, with the rare exception. "I've rarely been home these days." The nature of his work kept him busy, especially lately, and the days he'd been off had been penciled in for utter laziness to make up for it. Emryc's surprise arrival had just made it exponentially better.

"You also were missed! No one makes noodles like you Lǎonǎinai." They seemed to transition partly to bits of a foreign language as she shuffled them over to an open table near the back, which was precisely the one Morgan preferred. It had the best view of the entire shop and was usually farthest from the other patrons.

Morgan took his seat in the booth and asked for a pair of menus with a small but charming smile, explaining he was thinking of trying something different. The older woman was replaced by a younger one around the two Sith's age who dropped off a pair along with some kind of brown, chilled tea.

"What can I get you to drink, uh...?" She seemed to short circuit for a couple seconds in the face of the two men, not quite sure where to look. Now apparently there were two of them in the shop rather than just the one. The woman settled on the more familiar of the two.

"Jasmine tea, please. And wine."

@Sreeya