Ask Walkin' on a Cloud (City)

[Karys]

Bespin l Death Enabled​

Karys' had just finished loading Azar's bags into cargo bay of his new ship. His husband had packed light, so it only took him forty-five minutes to get everything loaded up. He was excited for this, it had been too long since the two of them had taken time to just be together. There was no mission, no overarching goal, just a few days away from everything together. That meant more than anything to Karys.

What made this trip even more memorable was the fact that his droid crew would take care of all the piloting, which meant Karys got to maximize his time with Azar. He stood in his kitchen he wore his Loth-kitten house shoes, a pair of navy sweat pants, and an apron over his shirtless torso. He wasn't cooking his stew tonight, instead he was cooking Azar's favorite, Kor'slug Chowder. Since they'd been living on Korriban, getting ahold of the Kor'slug meat had been far easier than it had been when he initially started cooking.

While the chowder simmered, Karys poured both himself and Azar a glass of bloodwine and walked over to gently hand the glass to Azar. He would share a gentle kiss with the man of his dreams before resting his forehead on Azar's. <Can you believe our first anniversary is coming up?> Karys asked, still in disbelief that it had been almost a year. <It feels like it was almost yesterday that we were bound together.> He whispered, a happy smile cresting his lips. <I am glad we are able to take this trip together. I have missed you so much baby.>

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar had been traveling a lot more since his ascension as King. He missed Karys while he was away though they frequently kept in touch. Over time, Azar had even learned to share memes thanks to his apprentice Freyja showing him the way. The Pureblood took a moment to come out to the kitchen, already knowing Karys was in there preparing a meal. He knew he’d come across a raunchy apron and the smell of delicious food.

What Karys didn’t expect, however, was that Azar had an outfit as well. He strutted out moments later in an apron of his own, dressed as a maid since he usually did the cleaning after Karys cooked. He wore nothing underneath except for a g-string that showed off his assets thanks to the apron being totally open in the back. He also wore black stockings that went up to his thighs.

Azar only gave his husband a playful wink as he walked into the kitchen, happy to return the kiss, “Can you believe you’ve wanted to put up with me this long?” He asked with a giggle as he gazed up at Karys, “I always miss you, love, always,” Azar said with a sigh, getting on his tiptoes to steal another kiss.

He glanced over at the food, a fond smile gracing his lips, “Last time you made this you fell asleep at the sink,” Azar said with a little laugh.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys never made it over to his husband to hand him the glass of wine. When Azar rounded the corner in that tiny sultry maid outfit, all thoughts left Karys' mind. Instead, his golden eyes roamed down his husband's outfit and the vacant, shocked expression slowly shifted. Karys suddenly felt hungry and it wasn't for the chowder. He gently placed the wine glasses back on the counter and watched as Azar approached him.

Those black stockings, that g-string, the apron. Karys found his lower lip caught between his own incisors. It took a moment for Karys to recover from the absolute shellshock of Azar's surprise but when he did, Karys kissed his husband. This was the person he loved, the man who had become the center of his galaxy. Karys savored Azar's lips as they pressed against his own. He gave a breath-y chuckle at his husband's question. <I cherish every day with you babe.> He replied with a smile.

When Azar brought up that he'd fallen asleep at the sink the last time he'd made this chowder, Karys laughed. <How long ago was that?> He asked trying to recall. <Before New Alderaan, right?> He continued with a smile. <Do you remember the gardens Azar?> The question flowed from his lips so smoothly. <I miss the bridge overlooking the brook.> Karys whispered. <We were so different back then and yet, we're still the same.> Karys continued with a sigh.

After a few seconds, Karys would nod his head towards the stove. <Come here and let me show you the final touches of the Chowder baby.> Karys stated. If Azar came, Karys would put him between the stove and himself. He'd gently run his hands up Azar's arms and take the backs of Azar's hands in his own. He'd gently use his husband's hands to finish cooking their meal. He cooked with Azar instead of for him, he didn't just allow Azar into his sanctum, he wanted to share it with him.

<I am the luckiest man in the Galaxy to be married to you.> He whispered as he added the finishing touches to their meal.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“Of course I remember,” Azar said as a whisper, thinking back to the gardens and the bridge. It felt like just yesterday, tender moments shared before either knew what fate had in store for them, “I always knew I wanted to marry you,” He said with a smile, “But we definitely didn’t get there how I expected,” Azar said with a quiet chuckle, recalling how Karys had all but died and a rite was invoked as a test of commitment.

He happily obliged when Karys pulled him in front of himself and at the stove, “Are you sure? I don’t know what I’m doing!” Azar quipped, but he felt his husband’s hands layer above his own. He couldn’t help but giggle as he helped with the cooking, feeling perfectly at home in his arms doing what Karys loved so much. When Karys whispered those words, Azar reached a hand back to tug Karys’ head towards him, turning his own head to steal a kiss, “I love you,” He whispered tenderly, genuine affection in his eyes as he gazed at his husband.

After the cooking was done, Azar stepped away to grab the glass of wine that was set out, taking a sip, “So, what do you think of my getup?” He asked with a teasing grin, gazing at Karys over the rim of his glass as he leaned against the counter.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

As Karys guided Azar through the steps of cooking he nuzzled into him. He gently kissed the crook of his husband's neck. <I knew from the balcony.> Karys whispered between kisses that traced up to his cheek. <You meant the world to me then and are my world now babe.>

Karys would focus on guiding Azar through the final steps of preparing the chowder. <I am sure babe, I know exactly what I am doing.> Karys replied with a chuckle. As he worked, Azar reached back and pulled his head into another kiss. Karys felt himself melting into that kiss. <I love you too.> He whispered when their lips parted. A smile sat on Karys' lips, he gently kissed Azar's cheek as he gazed at him.

When they had finished, Azar plucked his wine and took a sip. He grinned at Karys and asked about his outfit. Karys, dragged his eyes down Azar's body once more and drank in his husband's maid outfit. He turned the stove off, took a step towards Azar, and gently plucked the glass from his hand while he peered over the rim. Karys floated the glass to the countertop while his other hand traced up Azar's side, past his neck, and into his hair. He gently wound the hair around his fingers, toying with it for a moment before scooping Azar up and into his chest.

<This is what I think of it baby.> He replied before kissing his man.

Only then, would Karys jerk his hand backward, forcing Azar's head back and exposing his throat for Karys to kiss. He'd sweep a counter top clear of whatever was on it's surface with the Force before sitting Azar down on it. <I need you.> He growled as his hand tugged at knots to free the apron from Azar's body.

It had been too long since he was last with his husband and Karys craved him.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

It was curious how even all this time later, Azar felt that same rush course through him whenever Karys looked at him like that. He wouldn’t have admitted it back then, but that effect had been there ever since Karys looked at him with desire in that sketchy hospital room back on Zygerria. The eyes may have been crimson, but the effect was the same. He wanted Karys to want Azar and not some deity. Even today he wanted Karys to want Azar more than Arcanos.

He felt Karys’ fingers curl into his hair, gasping as his head was yanked back. He grinned up towards the ceiling, feeling the kisses along his neck. Azar was easily lifted up onto the counter, giggling as Karys urgently started undoing the apron, “A bit easier than the robes, eh?” He asked teasingly as the apron fell apart. He was left in his lacy undies and stockings, the artistic tapestry that was his body on display.

Azar tugged Karys close to kiss him, his legs dangling on either side of his man’s hips. His hands undid Karys’ apron, tossing it aside before one of his hands shamelessly dove right into the front of his pants to seek out what he craved. Azar missed all of it - the smell of him, the taste of him, the piercings, the rumbling baritone, the way he felt so small against Karys, the tenderness in his eyes, the burning desire. He was transported right back to their early days when they couldn’t get enough of each other, all thoughts of their highs and lows in between temporarily forgotten.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys giggled at Azar's comment about his apron being easier to get off than his robes. Karys remembered the frustrations he felt during their first night in the nook together. How he struggled with Azar's robe. So.Many.Damn.Buckles. This was a simple knot that he easily tugged apart and tossed to the side. Karys kissed down Azar's chest, tracing his tattoos with his lips. Then Karys dragged the tip of his tongue up the center of his husband's chest, neck, and to the point of his chin before jerking him into another kiss.

<Much easier baby.> He muttered into Azar's mouth.

Karys felt Azar's hands slide into his sweatpants, he felt him hungrily grasp him. Karys groaned into his husband's mouth, his free hand grasping at his g-string and pulling it from his lithe body. Karys would peel Azar's legs from around his waist and pin them against his chest. In a moment of clarity, Karys gazed down into Azar's eyes. <I love you so much.> He whispered before beginning their union with a gasp of pleasure.

It had been so long since Karys felt the passion of his husband. He nipped and kissed the man he had fallen for as he lost himself to the pleasure he craved most. Groans and moans echoed from the kitchen, a place that Karys had never used to explore these hungers. Now? He felt no restrictions on where he should or could travel to the heights of ecstasy with his husband.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar felt heat course through him as Karys shamelessly licked up along his chest before yanking him into a kiss. He gasped as he was pushed back, his legs pressed towards himself as his flexible body responded easily. It was a whirlwind of ecstasy and primal desire, his blood running hot. Azar’s cries echoed in the kitchen, and he was further aroused by the sight of his towering husband standing above him with desire burning in his eyes.

However, that’s when Azar sniffed the air and remembered the food, “BABY!” He gasped out breathlessly right in the middle of their passionate lovemaking, “I HAVE TO EAT THAT CHOWDER! IT SMELLS SO GOOD AND IT’S GETTING COLD!” He practically screeched, turning his head to look at the steaming pot that was going to get cold. Karys perhaps should have predicted this since this was one of many times where Azar was distracted by food. Nothing compared to food for him.

He gave a sheepish smile up at Karys while still in his compromising position, “It’s Kor’Slug chowderrrrrr, honey, it’s my faaaaavorite,” Azar whined with a pout.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys was lost in what he and Azar were doing. His mind was so far from the chowder in the stove. Azar’s was not. When Azar breathlessly called to him, Karys slowed down worried for a moment he’d hurt him. And then he screeched about the chowder.

Azar looked to the pot with a hunger and desire that matched Karys’ own. Karys’ blinked blankly before his mind slowly unfogged as he began to comprehend what his husband was saying. Azar reminded him of how much he loved Kor’Slug Chowder. His gaze softened at Azar’s pouting face. Karys had never been able to deny Azar, he couldn’t start now.

<Okay, Okay!> Karys replied as he tried to catch his breath. <You go rinse first and I’ll get to food on the table.> Karys said before leaning down and kissing Azar.

Fuck he didn’t want to stop.

But Karys stepped away from the counter and started getting the table set for them. Once the bowls and pot of chowder was on the table he’d wait for Azar to emerge from the refresher and then fill his bowl. Once it was full, he’d call on the Force to raise the temperature of the Chowder to the perfect temperature.

Why did he always forget they could do that?

Karys would quickly go to rinse and clean himself off before serving his own bowl and repeating the process. As they ate, Karys would reach over to hold Azar’s hand. He loved the simple moments just like these.

<I’m taking us to Cloud City on Bespin.> Karys casually mentioned. <I have our rooms reserved at a resort.> He continued. <They have an indoor garden with plants from all over the galaxy.> Karys commented. It was one of the reasons he’d picked this particular resort. That and an all you can eat dining hall with meals from everywhere as well. <Happy Anniversary baby.> He lightly squeezed Azar’s hand at that.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar quickly shuffled away to rinse off, coming out after he threw on some simple sweatpants and nothing else. His torso was bare, his intricate tattoos still on display. The prominent tattoo that Vossari carved on him took up a decent chunk of his right shoulderblade. However, his focus was solely on the stew. Despite how badly he wanted to eat it, he patiently waited for Karys to come out to join him before he got started.

Their fingers entwined and Azar smiled fondly at him. He took a few bites and groaned in pleasure in ways he never did during any kind of lovemaking, a testament to exactly how much higher food ranked for Azar above anything else, “Godddddss this is soooo gooood,” He said happily as he housed the first bowl and helped himself to another.

“Baby how do you make this so perfectly?” He asked, sitting there completely satisfied. Azar was sipping from his wine when Karys explained where they were going, “I can’t wait! It…won’t be too scary, right?” Azar asked, knowing Cloud City was..well, in the clouds. However, he made a point of conquering all his silly fears one at a time.

“Happy anniversary, Loth-kitten,” Azar said warmly before leaning in to kiss him. As always, he cleared off their plates after they were done, cleaning up the kitchen to be spotless exactly how Karys liked it. Normally Karys had to do a second sweep, but he wouldn’t this time.

Once they were in hyperspace and could relax, Azar grasped Karys by the hand and led him to the couch. Once there, he pushed Karys down to sit before climbing into his lap to snuggle against him, still not bothering with a shirt, “Will you tell me a story from Ziost?” Azar asked as he leaned his head against Karys’ chest.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Eventually, Karys re-emerged from the refresher as well. He changed his sweatpants to a pair of black ones and also remained shirtless as he had before. The scars he wore bared without shame or fear. Azar had waited for him to eat, that small gesture made Karys’ heart warm. They would eat together and Karys was overjoyed to hear Azar enjoying the meal.

Karys chuckled as Azar asked how he’d learned to make the chowder so perfectly. In all honest, Karys had been practicing, he has asked Nana Kressh to help him learn precisely how her daughter, Azar’s mother, had made the chowder. While it took some time, Karys was slowly able to get the full recipe from the elder Kressh, largely by watching her make it for the Kresshlings. But he’d never admit that to Azar. Instead, he offered a shrug to his husband.

<Practice makes perfect my love.> He replied with a smirk. <And no baby, it won’t be scary. I’ll be right next to you the entire time, you’ll be safe in my arms. I promise.> Karys whispered, gently squeezing Azar’s hand as he spoke.

When Azar kissed Karys after wishing him a happy anniversary as well, he couldn’t help but smile. The depth of their love was indescribable. Karys cupped the side of Azar’s face as they shared that brief, passionate moment together.

While Azar cleaned, Karys watched. He noticed the new tattoo on Azar’s shoulder, he recognized the art style. Vossari’s mark, inked onto his flesh forever. Once, it would have made Karys’ blood boil. It would have made him see red and ruined this trip for them both. But now? Karys had come to terms with the situation he’d forced upon them both. Vossari was just as much a part of Azar as he was, both important to the man they loved. So Karys didn’t feel rage when he gazed at the mark, he felt nothing ar

Karys smiled as Azar led him to the couch and pushed him to sit down. Karys half expected them to pick up what they had started in the kitchen. But that didn’t happen. Instead, Azar did what Karys didn’t expect, he curled up in his lap and laid his head against Karys’ chest. Karys melted in that moment. Azar had never been a cuddler, that had always been Karys but here? Now? Azar wanted to snuggle up against him and that meant the galaxy to Karys.

When Azar asked Karys to tell him a story from Ziost, he fell silent for a moment. Karys thought on what to tell, a fable? A legend? A myth? A small smile settled on Karys’ lips as he ran his fingers through his husband’s hair.

<When Ziost was first being settled, the great clans of old warred over the yet unfrozen ground.> Karys began. <They squabbled over the largest shares of the land, over territorial divides, even the plentiful herds of repto-mammals.> He continued. <These wars escalated and the power unleashed in each battle slowly shifted Ziost from a land of plenty into what she is now.> Karys explained. <But it was when those wars were still being waged that our story happens.>

Karys would pause for effect and smiled down at the man of his dreams.

<Of all the Clans none had greater rivalry than Clan Kaur and Clan Sek.> Karys started again. <For generations they had bled one another. Their powerful Kissai rulers laid waste to armies and exchanged ruin in equal measure.> He explained. <As time passed the two clans forgot what caused their feud, the why had stopped mattering to them. The only thing that did was balancing the scales of vengeance and blood.> Karys stated. <It was after one of these battles that a pair of warriors found themselves alive among a field of dead. Exhausted and beyond their ability to continue fighting, the pair sat back to back and rested against one another.> Karys told Azar. <Each swore to kill the other once they had just rested a little bit longer.> Karys smiled at that. <But as night came, so too did the Tu’kata and suddenly their feud mattered little in the face of true danger.> He continued. <The two warriors who had leant against one another now fought back to back to protect one another. And by the end of the night, their desire to spill each other’s blood had faded entirely.> Karys extended a hand and gently floated both glasses of wine to him and handed Azar his glass.

He would take a sip before continuing his story.

<In the place of fear was trust. In the place of hate was something else…> Karys’ voice trailed off. <…in the years come the two warriors would still fight but would subtly protect one another. They would ensure the other survived even placing themselves at risk to do so.> He wove. <These actions led the warriors to fall in love with one another. And with each battle they cared less and less for who won and more and more for a day they could escape together.> Karys continued. <Eventually, an opportunity presented and the pair forsook honor and title to embrace one another. They vanished into the night as their clans brought final ruin to themselves.> He explained. <What happened to the two lovers, no one knows. They escaped death by following their passions.> Karys told Azar. <But the rest of their story was forgotten to time, wiped clean by the eons.> Karys whispered.

<I grew up hearing tales like that…but never once did I believe I would live one out Azar…> Kaeys confessed in a hushed tone. <…you and I are those warriors but our tale, the story we weave will never be forgotten.> With that, Karys kissed his husband, the love of his life, the other part of his very soul.

<Our souls are intertwined forever.>
@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar listened silently as Karys spoke, always savoring the sound of that rich baritone and the comfort of the rise and fall of his chest. He closed his eyes and cuddled against him, his body tiny and fitting easily into Karys’ arms. As Karys progressed with his story, Azar began to pick up on overlaps, a faint smile touching his lips though his eyes stayed closed. By the time Karys was done, Azar nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.

He tilted his head to look up at Karys, “It almost overlaps our story,” Azar said as he traced his fingers along the side of his husband’s face, “But you had no intention of fighting me. I was caught up in the old blood feuds, but you never were. I know the way you looked at me on Zygerria…because it is the way you still look at me,” Azar smiled at him, “Perhaps even you didn’t realize you were meant for me even then..that you became mine when you came across the galaxy to find me in that classroom.”

Azar leaned in to kiss him softly, tenderness in the gesture. He savored their warm, bare torsos pressed close. This was his home - right here in Karys’ arms.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys’ gentle gaze seldom left Azar’s face as he spoke. He watched Azar snuggle deeper into his one powerful arm and saw the faint smile that touched his lips. As the story came to a close Karys’ fingers stopped lightly running through his husband’s hair and fell to trace the outline of his face. Powerful fingers that had crushed throats and a hand that had smashed bones now tenderly followed the outcropping of Azar’s facial ridges. In his heart of hearts Karys knew, no matter how many lovers he took, no matter how many spouses he had, they would all pale in comparison to Azar. He would never love another as deeply as he did this man.

When Azar nuzzled his face into the crook of Karys’ neck, he smiled and pulled his husband in closer. The smooth warmth of Azar’s body was in contrast to the rough scarred tissue of Karys’ own. Intricate tattoos covered Azar’s flesh while the marks of war told Karys’ story. They were so different and yet Karys had never felt closer to another being. When Azar’s eyes opened and he looked up at him, Karys felt his heart skip a beat.

He felt Azar’s fingers tracing his face and reached a hand up to encompass it. Karys held it to his face, turning to kiss Azar’s hand gently while he spoke. Karys listened to what Azar had to say, about their story. He was right, Karys had fallen in love with Azar so quickly. Looking back it was so obvious that they meshed perfectly together, he wondered how he hadn’t noticed it then.

When Azar reached up to kiss him, Karys leaned down to meet his husband’s lips. It wasn’t a hungry lustful kiss. The emotions that passed from him in that moment were born from the deepest of loves. Karys’ lips lingered against Azar’s, he existed in this moment of passion and drank in the depths of affection that he only shared with Azar. When their kiss finally broke he would finally speak again.

<I have always felt my strongest with you by my side.> Karys whispered. <I will always look at you with the same wonder and love, Azar.> He continued in a hushed tone. <You are the other half to me, we balance each other so perfectly.> Karys continued, pausing to tenderly brush Azar’s hair behind his ear.

Karys’ mind wandered back to their earliest days and a faint smile created his lips. He remembered their first kiss in the garden. He remembered how much he wanted Azar in the bed room. How he noticed Azar struggling with the utensils at the table. He heard the sounds of armor clattering to the ground as he approached the throne. He remembered everything about that day and every day since.

<I missed you so much during those weeks on Zygerria after you left. I couldn’t get you off my mind.> He admitted. <I daydreamed about seeing you again while in selection meetings.> Karys chuckled at the memory. <How quickly my smittenness evolved.> He said with a smile. <I love you baby.>

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar smiled against Karys’ lips before snuggling against him again. He quietly listened to Karys speak, giggling to himself, “Well I’m certainly pleased you are not withering anymore,” He tilted his head to glance at his husband, “Though you didn’t seem to mind that choke on Panatha nearly as much as I expected,” He flashed a playful wink, "I love you too, Kare-bear," He said in return.

He could only imagine Karys pining for him on Zygerria while he was left to do all the administrative work. Now that he knew Karys’ whiny sides, the image actually made Azar laugh. Karys could be so formidable and terrifying, and yet his bouts of angst and drama could almost rival Azar’s. The Pureblood pondered for a moment before he gasped dramatically, “Baby!” He yelped, “We have to finish watching that movie!”

Azar leapt to his feet and began to rummage through all the Holomovies while bending over right in front of Karys of course, “I know it’s here somewhere,” He muttered to himself, looking through it until he finally drew out the right one. He thrust it into the air in triumph, “Aha!” Azar popped the Holodisc in and practically jumped back into Karys’ lap.

The credits began to appear to display Night of the Were-Maelibus 3: Darkness Over Dagobah on the screen. It was the movie that had been playing on their way to Malachor before everything went to hell and Karys switched it off. Azar made himself cozy against Karys, “I promise not to be dramatic during the movie this time,” He said with a giggle.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys rolled his eyes and smiled when Azar brought up him withering. <Gods, I was so dramatic back then.> He chuckled.

However when Azar brought up Panatha, he remembered the choke and kiss in the alleyway perfectly. A steady smirk appeared on his face. <Could you blame me? It’s not too often I’m overpowered like that.> He replied. <I wonder if you could still do that to me?> He mused aloud as he accounted for their masteries over the force and physical differences. <That…could be fun.> He continued, his mind wandering to different types of situations where choking could be involved.

As Karys was continuing to explore the different scenarios where they could exchange dominance, Azar suddenly piped up. He brought up a movie and Karys’ eyebrow ridges furrowed for a moment, unsure what his husband was talking about. He leaned forward as Azar started digging through his holomovie collection searching for something. While he hunted, Karys got lost in the sway of Azar’s hips and the shape of his ass in those sweatpants.

Karys knew he wouldn’t make it through a whole movie.

When Azar thrust the movie up in the air, Karys glanced up and immediately broke into a short bark of laughter. They’d started that series almost five years ago now and had never finished it. There were so many of them now and each got progressively worse in quality. Karys was excited!

When Azar poppped in the movie and curled back up in his lap, Karys grabbed a pillow for his head. He’d rest it in the crook of his arm for Azar to rest his head on while they watched the movie together. <Baby, I’m just glad we have this time together.> He replied before giving his husband a kiss on the cheek.

Karys and Azar would breeze through as many movies as possible. Eventually the pair would doze off on the couch. Karys eventually woke up first and carried Azar back to their bedroom and curled up in bed next to his husband. As he laid there waiting for sleep to overtake him again Karys couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the Galaxy.

<I will always be yours.> He whispered as he steadily fell back to sleep.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar didn’t last very long at all. He already found these movies to be dull and mainly watched them because Karys loved them. His head was leaning against his husband and soon enough he dozed off, happily asleep while curled up against Karys. He remained asleep as he was carried to the other room - entirely vulnerable. Karys held one of the most powerful Force users in the galaxy in his arms, a man that could conjure portals to other realms, a man that could forge weapons of devastation, a man that could raze entire cities to the ground if he willed it. And yet in that moment, he was simply his fast asleep, small-framed husband.

Once they were in bed, he sleepily cuddled against Karys, quietly snoring. He murmured incoherently at Karys’ words, peacefully asleep.

Azar had hogged all the blankets and was completely diagonal in the bed a few hours later. Karys was left with only a few inches of space, teetering on the edge of the bed. Azar was only awakened thanks to the beeping warning that they would be jumping out of hyperspace soon. Azar rubbed his eyes, grumbled and rolled back over, “Land..ship..baby..we’re here.. Kor’slug stew….what’s an asshat anyway?” He mumbled half asleep before he started snoring again. Hopefully Karys was more with it to land them because Azar was worthless.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys was used to sleeping at the edge of the bed and sleeping with no or just the smallest edge of the covers. He’d once tried to hide a second sheet under the side of the bed to use once Azar fell asleep. Somehow, Azar knew and snatched that shit up too. Karys stopped trying to understand. It was what it was.

So when the alarms went off and Karys slowly woke up to hearing Azar incoherent babble, he smirked. He almost got up to start to process when her remembered he had a droid crew for that now. So instead he just rolled with Azar, wrapped him in his arms and fell back to sleep.

Karys was in no rush to get up, he’d sleep for another hour once they landed and then slowly slip from bed to make them both breakfast. When Azar got up, breakfast would be on the table along with two hot cups of Caf. Karys was in the kitchen humming as he finished up. He had very clearly not even started his morning routine, his hair was a mess and he was still in his sweatpants from the night before. However, when he heard Azar’s shuffling feet, he’d glance over his shoulder to his husband.

<Good morning handsome.> He chirped.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar, of course, took a century to finally emerge. When he did, he was wearing pink, silk pajama robes. His hair was styled and he smelled fantastic, though he wore none of his piercings yet. He stifled a yawn as he walked in, gasping at the sight of Karys still in pants from the night before, “You’ve stopped growing, there is no excuse for you to be wearing your night clothes the next day,” He huffed, his tone full of judgment. However, he smiled soon enough, walking over to kiss him on the cheek.

“Good morning, sexy,” He quipped as he gave Karys a playful slap on the rear before he sat down at the counter, “I’ve been trying to drink this thing called Blue Tea,” He said cheerfully, “Apparently it’s full of antioxidants and helps manage cholesterol and blood sugar,” Azar said as he produced two packets of teabags. He grabbed two mugs of water and heated them up with pyro because he was that lazy, putting the teabags in.

After a moment he took a sip and invited Karys to do the same. It tasted like absolute shit and belonged in the dumpster. But Azar gleefully sipped at it, “Isn’t it wonderful, baby?!” He asked happily. It tastes like charred corpses at best.

“I can’t wait to check out the city,” Azar mused as he started to dig into his breakfast, “What do we have planned for the day?”

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[Karys]

Karys smirked and rolled his eyes as Azar chastised him over wearing the same outfit in the morning as he did to bed. He took a fork and sliced a chunk of the omelet he'd cooked for breakfast and offered it to Azar to taste when he came over to kiss him on the cheek. <Tell me what you think.> Karys told his husband as he kissed him on the forehead.

When Azar slapped him on the ass, Karys giggled and shook his head. <When did you fall asleep last night babe?> He asked while he finished up cooking their breakfast. <I think I fell asleep midway through the fifth movie in the series.> Karys continued, answering his own question.

When Azar began to chatter about the Blue Tea, Karys listened only partially. He half saw Azar pull a pair of cups to brew them the tea. He didn't hesitate to take a sip, trusting his husband entirely. Surely Azar wouldn't give him something that was disgusting right? Wrong. Karys took a sip and for a half a second made a face before trying his best to hide it. He held the drink in his mouth and nodded along as Azar praised how great it was. When he was certain that Azar wasn't looking, he stealthily spat the mouthful of pond scum tasting tea back into his cup.

<Mmm. So good!> Karys replied after swallowing nothingness.

Thankfully the topic shifted to what plans Karys had for them, he smiled as he pulled out his EZPhone and opened up their itinerary for their trip. Karys read the list over to himself before clearing his throat to read out the initial plans to Azar.

<Well, we are running a little behind, not that I am complaining about sleeping in.> Karys began. <But our check-in is in two hours. So I figured after we eat and you get ready while I clean, we could go shopping at the outlet stores and just do a late check in.> He continued. <Since we are having brunch here, I went ahead and made dinner reservations as a high end restaurant close to the resort.> He explained. <It has five stars on SWELP, so I am excited to try it out.> Karys chirped, looking up from his phone to Azar. <After dinner there is some local night life that we can go check out.> He explained. <There are several amazing clubs, bars, and strip clubs that we can go look at.> He said with a grin. <And I have ordered a special surprise for us to enjoy at the hotel tonight as well!> Karys explained closing the itinerary. <As for tomorrow, you will have to wait and see!>

As Karys finished, he'd begin to serve up their breakfast and slide Azar his plate before taking a seat next to his husband and begin eating. Gently sliding his hand into Azar's as they ate brunch together. A content smile touched Karys' lips, he loved these tiny little moments together.

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[Darth Arcanos]

“Uhh probably when that very pasty human woman got her head chopped off while she was bouncing on that Zabrak,” Azar said in response to the question about when he fell asleep. He couldn’t even remember which number movie it was, but it was probably the very first. Azar talked in his sleep so Karys probably thought he was actually awake for several more movies.

He was oblivious to Karys’ crisis with the Blue Tea, “Excellent! I’ll bring over a box so you can stock your kitchen!” Azar said happily, “I wonder if..” He trailed off, pondering on whether his other lovers would like the tea. He made a mental note to bring boxes to all of them. If Karys gave it the stamp of approval, Vossari and Trael would be all over it.

Azar was eating with the utensils Karys had crafted for him, the same ones in use since that fateful day. As Karys rattled off the itinerary, Azar gazed at him in surprise, “Wow, a fully fledged plan?” He asked, genuinely impressed, though he shot a scowl at Karys about the subtle sleeping in remark. Azar grinned at the mention of a strip club.

“Did you ever install that pole?” Azar asked, “Get me some heels and let me show you some tricks,” He snickered, “I convinced more than one man to bat for for the other team the last time I worked the pole,” Azar giggled at the memory of Nar Shaddaa and also at his use of a next generation euphemism.

Once the ship landed, Azar helped clean up the kitchen and stepped away to get dressed. Instead of going with something dramatic, he wore a cute tank and some very tight pants. The tank showed off his toned arms and tats, a bracelet on his wrist. He also put his piercings back in, including a nose ring. And of course his favorite rancor boots.

“I’m ready!” Azar said cheerfully, grabbing a simple, stylish purse with a cross strap. He slid his dainty hand into Karys' large one and walked down the ramp of the ship.

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