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Oh, he was so beautiful. Quinlan had never doubted that Thorn would be attractive--he had seen what clones generally looked like under their near ever-present helmets--but there was a determination in his jaw, and a focused burning in his eyes, which made Quinlan heat up all over. It really was something, to be caught up in that sort of hunger, and Quinlan could tell he was already getting hard.
Thorn must have noticed something too, as his lips crooked in a grin. "Still interested, then, General?"
"Please don't," Quinlan said, letting his grimace come out full force, even as he started untying his boots. "They haven't managed to make me one yet, and I'm determined that they won't."
Thorn hummed. Quinlan had already discussed some of his reasons why, though the Commander wasn't entirely able to drop the respectful titles. Quinlan hoped this encounter might help with that. Even so, Thorn asked, "Because you prefer the freedom of your current position, right? Or... are you afraid you won't follow regulations well?"
"Don't think I ever have."
"We'll see." Thorn shucked a few more pieces of his armor, but surprisingly, kept his undersuit on, as well as his boots. When he sat down on the small bed they'd managed to get in their private room, he opened his legs, tilting them just enough to show off the bulge under his undersuit, the black material not nearly enough to hide it despite the thickness.
Quinlan was suddenly very grateful that they had already discussed what they wanted out of this encounter, because he just knew he wasn't going to be thinking well, and his whole body was singing with the desire from both himself and Thorn, wanting nothing more than to simply feel--to feel good. (To stop thinking of the war for a few hours.)
"Well, go on," Thorn said, gesturing to Quinlan. "Finish taking your clothes off."
"Or what?" Quinlan said, even as he did, in fact, get a move on and finish stripping naked.
"Or you can't sit in my lap."
Quinlan really, really wanted that, but he scoffed and stood with his hand on his hips anyway, fully nude and facing Thorn with no shame. Might as well let him get a good look.
But Thorn, despite running that fierce gaze up and down Quinlan's bared body, was not distracted. Instead, he only twitched his legs slightly wider, flexing the muscles in his thighs, which were very visible under the fitted material of the blacks. Quinlan only managed to hold out for a moment before he was striding forward to slide into Thorn's lap, the commander chuckling, but holding him for balance as Quinlan settled comfortably over him, kneeling with legs spread around Thorn's hips. It took a moment, but he got a good angle to press his own sensitive dick up against the bulge Thorn carried. Hissing at the slight chill of the fabric, and the fact he definitely needed some lube if he wanted to grind without the material pulling at his skin, Quinlan settled for just pressing up against him, from hips through torso, and angling for his lips as well. Thorn caught on quick, meeting him with a slight tilt, squeezing at his sides and swallowing the noises Quinlan made at the strength and callouses. Everything about this man spoke to competency, and he kissed the way he fought. Every move was done with determination, unyielding and nearly overwhelming. Quinlan was quite certain now, despite being atop Thorn, that the commander had everything within his control, keeping Quinlan right where he wanted, shifting his hands up and around to spread over his back, then up his spine, the other teasing lower as he groped Quinlan's ass.
When Thorn pulled away, reaching over with one hand for a bottle of what was probably lube, Quinlan felt himself pout. He knew it was important, and had been thinking of it when he'd sat down, but now he wants attention. Teasing open-mouthed kisses across Thorn's jaw, Quinlan made his way down to the throat, feeling the warmth under his lips and tongue just above where the blacks cover, and with Thorn turned away... Quinlan latched onto the muscles there and bit down. Grunting, Thorn only let Quinlan a few moments to work at the hickey before reaching up with one hand and gripping at the base of his skull, fingers squeezing--gently but firmly--and catching some of his locs to pull him off.
Thorn leveled him with a look, but Quinlan knew what he did, and only returned the stern purse of Thorn's lips with a grin. The expression twitched, just a little, as Thorn released a bit of amusement from his iron-clad control. A pinch to Quinlan's ass made him giggle in surprise. The mischievousness was a good sign of things to come, which was proven right as the sound of a cap being opened sounded behind Quinlan.
Behaving a little more, Quinlan spread himself wider when directed, feeling slick fingers reach around and prod between his cheeks. Quinlan held tightly to the backs of Thorn's shoulders as those wide fingers rubbed against his hole, and moaned as Thorn began teasing inside.
"Loosen up," Thorn murmured, a command and encouragement in one.
And Quinlan tried, he really did, but he also enjoyed the work Thorn put into it. The way he pushed inside, stretching the muscle, and gently pulled Quinlan open so he could wiggle a digit inside. Quinlan was especially hard, the slight sparks of heat and pain intertwining and really making him want to hump. Thorn kept him from trying, but Quin was definitely leaking onto Thorn's suit, feeling drips of pre curving down his hard length. Whining did not speed Thorn up, who was persistent, yes, but too thorough.
"I don't need much," Quinlan complained.
Thorn grunted as Quinlan pressed forward to lock their lips again. Even still, Thorn kept his pace steady, pressing in and now out, but keeping lubed and exploring Quinlan with such a consistent, maddening pace. When they pulled slightly apart, Thorn only said, "Better safe than sorry. Be patient."
Quinlan hummed unhappily, pressing in for more kisses, and when they didn't encourage anything more, started nibbling at Thorn's lips, capturing one between his teeth and pulling slightly back. With another grunt, Thorn leaned away, eyes boring into Quinlan's. When Quinlan blinked and fluttered his eyelashes, Thorn scowled.
"Bite me again," he growled, "see what happens."
The temptation was so very, very strong. He leaned in, just a little, watching Thorn watch him with those unwavering brown eyes, the dim lighting in the room reflecting in bits of cool blue and warm orange. Thankfully, he didn't get the opportunity to get himself into trouble, since Thorn used both his hands to encourage Quinlan up higher on his knees. Heart beating faster in anticipation, Quinlan complied. He watched as Thorn reached down between them, undoing and opening a nearly hidden flap for the front of his pelvis. Though probably meant to make bodily necessities easier, Quinlan couldn't help grinning as he watched Thorn take his lovely, hard hard dick in hand.
"Handy, to be prepared for exactly this scenario."
Thorn snorted, nudging Quinlan back just a bit so he could lube up his hand and start to work his shaft. "I don't think anyone else is using it this way."
"No?" Quinlan thought there had to be at least a few others who might like the dichotomy of clothing against nudity. "Not even Cody?"
Thorn froze. Completely still. Eventually, he blinked, and Quinlan let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, Thorn's face gaining several wrinkles of consternation as he bent to rest his head against Quinlan's chest.
"Please. Don't. You're going to make me soft."
Despite the snicker that escaped before he could clamp down on his humor, Quinlan reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube himself. "Ah, can't have that. Let me make it up to you?"
Reaching one hand down, brushing his fingertips against the back of Thorn's hand, he murmured, "Least I can do. I haven't helped at all yet."
"Alright." Thorn leaned back again, still looking like he was trying to purge the involuntary image from his brain. Apparently he hadn't had anyone like Obes to bleach all sense of shame right out of him. Yet. Quinlan could try, if Thorn kept being interested in time together. For the moment though, Quinlan used the opportunity to help Thorn achieve the blank-mind state he clearly wished for.
It took a little coaxing, some pumps, some little rubs under the glans, swipes over the top as Quinlan got his aroused enough to leak droplets of pre again. He squeezed the sides of Thorn's thighs with his own, and whispered how excited he was, tossing what he hoped were alluring little glances from under his lashes, trailing his free hand up Thorn's arm. Eventually, his efforts paid off, Thorn looking more relaxed, or at least more focused, his dick hard and his eyes smouldering again as they traced Quinlan's movements. Eventually he pulled Quinlan close again, hands at his lower back, and nudged his arm until Quinlan brought it up to leave gentle little smears of slick on the back of Thorn's blacks. He hoped they were easy to clean. Not that he thought about it much once Thorn seemed to have Quinlan aligned to his liking, pressing down gently, encouraging him to sit.
And oh, Quinlan was ready, had been ready for what felt like forever, but Thorn, like he'd been all night, stayed methodical. He made sure the tip was aligned to Quinlan's hole, dipped a finger in briefly to check Quinlan's state of relaxation, and forced him to go slow. Quinlan wanted to slam down, but Thorn tightened his grip, forcing Quinlan to feel each little centimeter of stretch--each time he tried to speed up only getting a rumbled, "Be good."
Quinlan pouted, grumbling and grunting, though he had to admit to himself it was getting more difficult to do so. The more full he got, the more he was stretched, the better he felt. Everything was warm and slick; Thorn was sliding right into him, even if it was too slow for Quinlan's tastes. There was no need to back off though, the preparation had really eased the way. Not that Quinlan was ever going to admit it worked. Thorn might get the idea Quinlan was okay with going slow all the time. Finally, he was fully seated.
Rocking back and forth a little, Quinlan hummed at the feeling inside.
"Hm. You haven't quite been patient..." Thorn responded to Quinlan's scowl with the most wicked grin he'd seen in months. "However."
The warm, slick fingers wrapping around his dick punched a deep sound from Quinlan and distracted him enough after only a few pumps that he didn't recognize right away when Thorn started to lift him up again. Quinlan struggled for only a moment before it clicked.
"Up and down," Thorn instructed, "and if you follow my rhythm, I'll let you come before me." He followed up by brushing a few fingers briefly over Quinlan's dick, making him twitch.
"Bastard," Quinlan breathed. Because of course he'd make Quinlan go slow, but if he didn't follow instructions, no doubt Thorn would make it near impossible for him to come at all. The last time they'd done anything, just giving each other handjobs, Thorn had lasted far longer than Quinlan had expected. If he had to wait for the commander... well, he was far too impatient for that. Which meant... going slow, to avoid going even slower.
"So? What'll it be?"
Groaning, partly out of annoyance, Quinlan allowed himself to sink--slowly--back onto Thorn's dick. He paid attention to the pace Thorn set, shifting his thighs to work with him and keep the pace set, no matter how much he wanted to start getting pounded already.
"Doing well."
"Shut up," Quinlan muttered. "I wouldn't do this for anyone else."
Thorn reached up and pinched one of Quinlan's nipples, eliciting a yelp and a glare, though it had also sent a flush of want through him. "Then it's a good thing you're with me."
As he left the up and down fully to Quinlan, focusing, as promised, on Quinlan's dick, he couldn't help but agree. Because setting himself down onto that thick, hard dick over and over, feeling the stretch, so long and pointed each time for the slow lift and descent, combined with the faster stroke on his weeping dick, Quinlan felt like he was already losing it. He had to grip around Thorn's shoulders hard, sometimes scratching over the undersuit, or up the back of the neck where the shaved hairs were. He felt, a couple times, Thorn's force-signature spiking with something like shivers, rippling the steady heat he'd slipped into early on in their encounter. When Quinlan started wobbling, having to lean harder on Thorn to keep his balance, the commander sped up his own movements, also tugging gently at Quinlan's balls and leaning in to steady Quinlan with retaliatory bites along the junction of his neck and shoulder.
"Nngh, kark-"
Thorn chuckled. "Close?"
"Please please... Just once-"
Though he sighed, Thorn did move his hands to grip Quinlan's thighs, only giving the barest signal before standing straight up. Quinlan yelped, but it turned into a moan, feeling his weight carried so easily, then pressed against a wall, pinning him between the cool metal and warmer wall of muscle hidden beneath the tight blacks. Quinlan squirmed, his dick pressed against between their bodies, but Thorn's close to slipping back out.
"Patience, here, legs around me," Thorn mumbled. Then he adjusted and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Force! Waiting forever now- Ooh!" Quinlan's complaints turned into nothing but ramblings and yells as Thorn started slamming into him.
The friction, the thrust, the sheer feeling of Thorn shoving himself into Quinlan over and over, crushing him against the wall, all of his muscles rippling up against Quinlan--it was so much. It was so good. He cried out, wanting so badly to say anything else, but his thoughts were flying from his head, higher and higher as he climbed his peak. Turning his head, Quinlan's lips touched Thorn's temple. He pressed there, a grounding motion in all the heat, a sweetness tinted by the salt of their sweat.
And as Quinlan felt himself wind up, just at the edge, and squeaked out a desperate, "Thorn!" before tumbling over into his release.
Quinlan lost a little time in the rhythm afterwards, Thorn's determined stride lengthening Quinlan's own orgasm. But surprisingly enough, as Quinlan began to relax, feeling only the hint of overstimulation, Thorn stuttered, stumbled in breath and thrust, and only managed a few more before coming himself, filling Quinlan with liquid heat. His small, almost rocking motions sounded wet; His groans pulled a matching one from Quinlan.
"Good?" Thorn whispered, voice rough.
Quinlan hummed, brain still fuzzy, and snuggled into the warmth Thorn exuded. Despite the little grunt, Thorn managed to take them both back to the bed, leaning down before dropping the rest of the way, pushing a squeak from Quinlan with his body weight.
"Sorry." But as Thorn grumbled and turned over, Quinlan made sure to twist over and grab him, grunting at the emptiness he felt--oops those sheets were getting dirty now--but sighing as he wiggled back into an embrace, comfortably leaning his weight against the commander and twining their legs together. Thorn froze for only a moment, then let out an unsure chuckle. "Better?"
"Mm-hm."
"I don't have the strength to get up again with you on me."
"Mm."
"We need to hydrate, at least."
Reaching out with a hint of the force, Quinlan called their pre-prepared water pouches to them. Thorn grunted when one smacked the side of his head, making Quinlan giggle, then bit his lip to muffle more when Thorn turned his head to glare at him. With a sigh, Thorn opened one and shoved the tip in Quinlan's mouth.
"Drink."
Quinlan did. Thorn sipped slowly from his own, and his free hand came down to rest on Quinlan's back. Returning the favor, Quinlan wrapped tighter around Thorn, appreciating the way they shared warmth and weight. The smell of sweat and spunk and lube was strong, and the bed was wet, and Thorn's blacks were definitely gross now, but all in all, it had definitely been worth it. Quinlan couldn't wait for the next time.