Morgan went through his plate of food with the kind of practiced ease attributed to someone who was, literally, taught how to eat a plate of food. Only faster than usual because he wanted to leave. When it was empty he'd reached into his jacket to retrieve a card but Emryc wordlessly handed off his own, which only made the desire to return to the ship stronger. There hadn't been a moment's hesitation, he'd just backed up exactly what he said minutes before.
The young Drast stood from his chair and on its own his hand found its way around Emryc's arm, as natural as could be, if with a little more strength than was absolutely necessary. The closeness was lovely, but it didn't exactly improve the problem at hand. Morgan was very quiet on the way to the ship, focusing on just being guided along to somewhere less public and not trying to drag Emryc into an alley somewhere.
Just like that, it seemed, they were up the ramp and back to Emryc's ship. That was good. Morgan looked back at the man who had said his name, a rumbling purr joining the sound of the door sealing behind them.
"Yes," he answered, almost a whine, and rushed forward to capture Emryc's lips with his own. Morgan's arms wrapped around the other man's waist to pull him in, silk and iron, fingers clenched to prevent him from actually grabbing his clothes. The heat felt unbearable and he didn't quite trust himself not to tear them to shreds to get at what he wanted in that moment. He had to maintain at least a little control, especially since he actually cared about damaging bits of Emryc's ship. By now he was becoming almost comfortable with the intensity of the feelings that ran wild through his veins, but even so it took a concerted effort to pull himself away, possibly minutes later.
"Should probably get the ship moving," he breathed, looking into Emryc's silver eyes like they were most precious thing he'd ever seen. He moved to walk away then, slipping his coat off with casual abandon, before pausing to turn back around to Emryc.
"Am I allowed in your room?"
The young Drast stood from his chair and on its own his hand found its way around Emryc's arm, as natural as could be, if with a little more strength than was absolutely necessary. The closeness was lovely, but it didn't exactly improve the problem at hand. Morgan was very quiet on the way to the ship, focusing on just being guided along to somewhere less public and not trying to drag Emryc into an alley somewhere.
Just like that, it seemed, they were up the ramp and back to Emryc's ship. That was good. Morgan looked back at the man who had said his name, a rumbling purr joining the sound of the door sealing behind them.
"Yes," he answered, almost a whine, and rushed forward to capture Emryc's lips with his own. Morgan's arms wrapped around the other man's waist to pull him in, silk and iron, fingers clenched to prevent him from actually grabbing his clothes. The heat felt unbearable and he didn't quite trust himself not to tear them to shreds to get at what he wanted in that moment. He had to maintain at least a little control, especially since he actually cared about damaging bits of Emryc's ship. By now he was becoming almost comfortable with the intensity of the feelings that ran wild through his veins, but even so it took a concerted effort to pull himself away, possibly minutes later.
"Should probably get the ship moving," he breathed, looking into Emryc's silver eyes like they were most precious thing he'd ever seen. He moved to walk away then, slipping his coat off with casual abandon, before pausing to turn back around to Emryc.
"Am I allowed in your room?"
@Sreeya