engineered overload

[ARCHIVED]  LT. Luca Moreno || me3mp oc || Alliance Engineer || 21 Sol years || elsewhere 

[love-letters-i-never-sent]

[luca-moreno]

Post war - Nessie

its long so under the cut - just something that’s been in my head for a while

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[flyingblakeryan]

I need to kiss you.

I need your hands on my thighs and your mouth on my neck.

And I need to hear you say it. All the things you think I'm not ready to hear.

Because I am...

I so am, LT.

"I've been thinking about what you said." Ryan traced little circles over Luca's shoulder blades.

The boy stretched out across his chest, unmoving save for the rise and fall of his heaving chest. He moaned something completely incoherent, face half buried into the pilot's fuzzy chest.

Ryan chuckled, petting the engineer's hair with a satisfied smile that Luca could hear. "Specifically, about Christmas gifts."

Luca popped up with renewed zeal and bright, curious eyes and they both laughed at the pilot's dramatic expressions.

"Had I known it was that easy to rouse you, we'd be off on round 3 by now."

"Hey it's not off the table." Luca stretched to kiss his boyfriend, enjoying the feel of their bodies, still sticky and pressed together under Ryan's heavy sheets. "Don't think I don't know you're stalling." He whispered, smiling against the older man's lips. "Where's my present."

Ryan flipped them and settled on his knees between Luca's legs. He pressed a smattering of tiny, bearded kisses along one side of the boy's face as he reached over him to pull a small box from a bedside drawer.

His eyes softened at the way Luca's heart all but pounded out of his chest like in the old cartoons as his slim, trembling fingers opened the tiny box. "It's a brooch. Kind of outdated, I know. But it's traditional."

"It's beautiful, Blake."

Ryan wasn't sure if it was the unexpected intimacy of hearing his first name fall from his favorite lips or the way Luca's manicured fingertips traced the knotted Celtic hearts entwined beneath a jeweled crown like he knew what it meant, but it was suddenly much harder to breathe. "It's called a Luckenbooth. My people believe it's kind of like a protective charm. And, it's a token of love."

"Of what?"

"Luca." Ryan busied himself with carefully extracting the gleaming gift from his boyfriend's lovely hands to place it safely on the table beside them.

The engineer looked like he was going to throw up, pass out, or have a panic attack - maybe all at once - until the pilot threaded his long fingers back into his thick, lucious curls.

"Luca, my boy." Ryan paused only long enough to hold his gaze, watery browns diving deep into his endless blue. "My beautiful boy. I fucking love you." His fingers tightened at Luca's scalp, a gentle, silent emphasis. "I'm in love with you and I think I always have been. I want you. I want this. I want us. Always."

[flyingblakeryan]

No Plot, Pure Smut follows either/or/both x,x

He’d stroked the engineer off with a tongue in his ass and made Luca lick his hand clean when the boy’s hot cum splattered over his fingers the first time. He worshipped his body in featherlight kisses and teasing touches with gentle murmurs of accented praise to give his lover a moment to recover before planting a kiss to the sensitive tip of Luca’s softening cock. He chuckled, dark and full of a soft, consuming desire at the way Luca gasped, his entire body jerking in response to the overstimulation he already knew was coming.

The boy’s slim fingers knotted in the pilot’s hair, trying to pull his mouth closer as Ryan watched Luca’s erection stir to life once again.

-

He pushed forward until his nose buried into Luca’s soft belly and then let his tongue lick, sloppy swathes of warm friction across the engineer’s smooth, tight sack. The drool ran out of Ryan’s mouth, down his chin, and dripped from Luca’s throbbing need to the cold floor between them. The pilot scooped a drop of the smooth slick from its path down Luca’s inner thigh and used that finger to probe Luca’s ass while Ryan swallowed around the head of his cock with hot, nose breaths and low, grunting sounds peppered by an occasional, soft but determined gagging choke.

Luca shook under his hands, under his mouth, when the pilot’s thick finger circled his puckered hole. He’d been aching for that familiar burn, that full-from-the-inside-out feeling Ryan gave him and the teasing touches, added to the pilot’s skilled mouth, were almost too much.

Ryan only hummed around Luca’s swollen flesh, sending another shiver through his bones that ended just as the pilot slipped a finger in, twisting and stretching the engineer’s slick walls with satisfied groans that vibrated through the boy’s cock.

“Kalahira,” was the only coherent word to fall from Luca’s lips as his body gave in to the onslaught of sensation, pulling him completely under while Ryan worked another finger into him.

-

Luca hadn’t had time to catch his breath, mind and body still reeling from another shattering orgasm as he watched- and felt – Lt. Ryan swallow around the head of his throbbing cock as his release finally came crashing through him. The pilot’s blue eyes never left Luca, taking in every sight and sound of the boy come undone at the older man’s mouth.

Ryan wanted to memorize him this way. He wanted him this way every day. He held Luca’s cock in his mouth until he softened, hips jerking involuntarily with the sensitivity as Ryan’s two fingers still played with the boy’s slick hole. He spread his fingers, humming at the sensation of the tight body stretching around him, before withdrawing completely.

Where he might normally chuckle at Luca’s needy noises, the boy was not alone in his desperation. The pilot scooped him into a breathless kiss, sharing the salty taste of Luca’s release and backing him against the wide bed. “My baby boy,” the pilot whispered against the engineer’s open, gasping lips. “I gotta get inside you.”

[flyingblakeryan]

Do you know what my favorites thing is?

The way you make my world all sparkling and soft and beautiful every time you fill me up and make me come.

And how you... stay.

I want... Um, I want to keep you there. All night. In me. I want to fall asleep like that and wake up like that and... Sometimes this need I have to keep you is a little scary, LT. I've never-

It's never been like this before. Ever.

(long story short this ask made him super emotional and he'd like nothing more than all of this but it all just made him super horny also so here is some pointless but possibly emo smut lolol - if it's incoherent it's bc I'm delirious he's just v loud and I may edit in the am)

The pilot's erection finally subsided after meal break. But the halfie he got from the anticipation of seeing Luca's shoes next to his or the boy's toothbrush by his sink turned full steel as he entered the room.

Luca was naked and clearly anticipating the end of his boyfriend's shift. His perfect, smooth, and rounded ass wiggled. Luca giggled and Ryan cursed something incomprehensiblely Scottish at the same time.

The pilot fell to his knees on the bed, mouth trailing sweet kisses along his lover's smooth curves as his hands worked to free himself. He flattened his tongue, licking every part he could reach as Luca panted and squealed underneath him.

Ryan finally worked his dick free, kicking his stiff uniform off with his heavy boots before trailing featherlight touches up Luca's inner thighs to grip his cock. "That's it, baby boy." The pilot crooned, replacing his tongue with his fingers to work the engineer open as he talked.

He liked Luca's orgasms more than his own - not that it did anything to soothe the screaming ache in him - but it made it easy to concentrate more on the way Luca stretched around his probing tongue and stretching fingers. The way his slim hips thrust his pretty dick into Ryan's hand, trying to fuck into the older man's grip. His own need throbbed, leaking liquid desire in warm trails that cooled too quickly in the room's air.

He needed more.

He adjusted them both, trailing kisses along the engineer's spine as he lined himself up. "I have been thinking about what you said all day."

His brow furrowed as he teased them both, swirling the tip of his dick around Luca's hole only to slide past it every time the angle felt just right. "I can't stop thinking about what you said. All day."

He had to bite his lip to silence the groan that forced it's way out of his chest so that he could hear the sounds that came out of Luca when Ryan finally started to push against him.

"Easy, baby. Easy." He offered a low chuckle, stroking the boy's back.

Ryan was enamored by Luca's eagerness. His hunger. And most days he was perfectly content to laze back and watch his boy take every inch he had to give. But Lucas words had swirled around his head and his heart all day and all he wanted was to hear him come undone.

His first strokes were shallow, the tiniest rocking of his tattooed hips as Luca adjusted around him.

"More," the engineer urged, trying to back up, to take more of the pilot inside of him like he couldnt ever get enough.

"Aye," fell out of Ryan's mouth as his strokes deepened. His grip on Lucas slim hips tightened as the boy took more of him, eagerly and whimpering for more.

[luca-moreno]

Nothing lasts forever love. There's a very real chance we won't make it out of this war alive. But if we do, I want to spend all my days with you. However many that may be. A day or 100 years, I belong to you, my boy.

I know I'm supposed to be all brave and.. stuff about this, and the war and everything... But. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to imagine what it might look like if one of us doesn't make it out alive and I know that's a real possibility. Like, I know that's the reality, but it sucks and I hate it, and I'm scared, Ry. I try really hard not to be... but, I am.

I just wanna love you as hard as I can for as long as I'm allowed to have you... and have you want me just as much. I guess that's kinda selfish with everything else going on but what's the point of all this otherwise-

Ugh. Okay, sorry, I just-

Can I come see you up there? I really need a hug and for you to kiss me all of a sudden and just... yeah. :(

[flyingblakeryan]

The door is open and my lap is waiting, love.

[luca-moreno]

On my way...

[luca-moreno]

No one was particularly surprised when Luca showed up on the bridge and no one tried to stop him slinking into the cockpit to find his pilot. He figured no one particularly cared enough to bother – either that or Ryan read them all the riot act if they dared.

Ryan looked up as Luca approached and his scowl as he argued with someone on the other end of the comm settled into something soft and welcoming. He pulled a hand away from the console and beckoned Luca closer. 

Luca didn’t bother holding back, sliding straight into Ryan’s lap without hesitation and making the pilot chuckle quietly. “Are you alright, love?”

Luca tried to make himself small, feeling suddenly foolish as he burrowed into the lieutenant’s chest. “Uh. Yeah. I just… I just needed to see you suddenly.”

“What’s got you in this funk? I dinnae expect to see you up here, but it’s very welcome just the same.”

Luca debated mentioning the awkward little exchange of messages with Ben earlier and decided against it. He didn’t feel like rehashing it.

“Just stuff,” he mumbled instead and Ryan gave a knowing hum. Ryan rubbed small circles against Luca’s shoulder and Luca breathed him in, wondering idly when his scent had become so familiar and so adored. He wasn’t sure if he could ever live without it.

They talked quietly together until the hour started growing late. Luca knew his absence would be missed eventually and mumbled as much to Ryan as he tried to summon up the will to sit up.

“Maybe if you sign it off as training,” Luca joked weakly. “I could stay. But if you quiz me about escape vectors I'm gonna be mad.”

Ryan laughed. “I'll give it a rest for now, love. I just like having you here.”

Luca glanced up at him shyly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, love.”

“The pilot program,” Luca started. He chewed his lip anxiously as he gathered his thoughts. “Did you pick me for that because you thought I could do it? Or because you.... Um. Wanted… me?”

[flyingblakeryan]

The curious sparkle in the pilot’s blue eyes dimmed as his expression fell to something solemn. The thumb of one hand came up to caress one side of Luca’s sweet face.

“Well first o’all, I always knew you could do it, my boy.” He gripped Luca’s chin to pull his face up, urging the engineer to meet his eyes. “But you were selected because you were the best candidate. You’re bright and you’re quick and you’re handy. We needed another drop pilot and you needed something to do.”

The pilot smiled, taking in Luca’s soft brown blinking eyes and letting the fingers of his other hand lace into the boy’s thick curls. “But I always liked spending time with ya. And being close enough to do this is real bonus.”

The older man used the grip in Luca’s hair to pull his head back, exposing the long lines of his soft neck for Ryan’s teasing teeth before they met in breathless kisses.

[flyingblakeryan]

Tell me one truth and one lie, LT :D

I keep having a dream where I wake up next to you in a ship we call ours and the war is over and we are so close that you know all of my cousins by their first names even galaxies away and it's all that I want and I am afraid to ask you to give up your dreams for mine so I tell myself we're probably going to die anyway but I really, really - like more than ever before - hope that's not true because all I want from life is you.

Also, I don't love you. Not one bit. Not at all. It's true.

[flyingblakeryan]

I saw Luca in the mess hall the other day. I saw him with you. I saw the way you looked at each other.

And... I won't lie. It hurt.

But I'll hold onto what you said - about always being a part of you, because despite everything, I wouldn't change the time we had together.

My only regret it that it was so short.

You opened up my world, Ry. I hope you know that.

But most of all.... I hope you're happy.

And I really do mean that with all my heart.

-/ Kate

Aw Katie, my Katie. I truly am.

I never meant to hurt you or Thurman but I'd eat this boy whole just to keep him close. I can't keep away from him. This pull that I feel for him, its something in the blood. I just can't walk away. When I'm not next to him I'm wishing I was. When I'm not inside him I'm fucking dreaming about it. I didn't know it could be like this, Katie. This desire that I feel for him. It's consuming and I feel like I'll never be sated because I can't get him close enough.

[flyingblakeryan]

I think you might be a star, because I can't stop orbiting around you ;)

You make me feel like I'm shining so hot I could burn out completely. Like I could fold in on myself like a dying star and take everything down with me. But I don't hate the idea of either eternity, or oblivion, as long as it's with you.

[flyingblakeryan]

I want to know more about your dream. With the ship... Tell me, LT.

She's sort of a hobby project. Tucked away in some hangar back home. But in my dreams, she is home. She's a workshop too. We tinker and experiment on upgrades and customizations. Argue over paint jobs. We spend our days and our nights going anywhere in the verse we care to be and for any reason. And wake up next to each other every day.

[flyingblakeryan]

I need to kiss you.

I need your hands on my thighs and your mouth on my neck.

And I need to hear you say it. All the things you think I'm not ready to hear.

Because I am...

I so am, LT.

"I've been thinking about what you said." Ryan traced little circles over Luca's shoulder blades.

The boy stretched out across his chest, unmoving save for the rise and fall of his heaving chest. He moaned something completely incoherent, face half buried into the pilot's fuzzy chest.

Ryan chuckled, petting the engineer's hair with a satisfied smile that Luca could hear. "Specifically, about Christmas gifts."

Luca popped up with renewed zeal and bright, curious eyes and they both laughed at the pilot's dramatic expressions.

"Had I known it was that easy to rouse you, we'd be off on round 3 by now."

"Hey it's not off the table." Luca stretched to kiss his boyfriend, enjoying the feel of their bodies, still sticky and pressed together under Ryan's heavy sheets. "Don't think I don't know you're stalling." He whispered, smiling against the older man's lips. "Where's my present."

Ryan flipped them and settled on his knees between Luca's legs. He pressed a smattering of tiny, bearded kisses along one side of the boy's face as he reached over him to pull a small box from a bedside drawer.

His eyes softened at the way Luca's heart all but pounded out of his chest like in the old cartoons as his slim, trembling fingers opened the tiny box. "It's a brooch. Kind of outdated, I know. But it's traditional."

"It's beautiful, Blake."

Ryan wasn't sure if it was the unexpected intimacy of hearing his first name fall from his favorite lips or the way Luca's manicured fingertips traced the knotted Celtic hearts entwined beneath a jeweled crown like he knew what it meant, but it was suddenly much harder to breathe. "It's called a Luckenbooth. My people believe it's kind of like a protective charm. And, it's a token of love."

"Of what?"

"Luca." Ryan busied himself with carefully extracting the gleaming gift from his boyfriend's lovely hands to place it safely on the table beside them.

The engineer looked like he was going to throw up, pass out, or have a panic attack - maybe all at once - until the pilot threaded his long fingers back into his thick, lucious curls.

"Luca, my boy." Ryan paused only long enough to hold his gaze, watery browns diving deep into his endless blue. "My beautiful boy. I fucking love you." His fingers tightened at Luca's scalp, a gentle, silent emphasis. "I'm in love with you and I think I always have been. I want you. I want this. I want us. Always."

[luca-moreno]

X (date bubble)

-

They dropped their purchases in a nearby locker for safekeeping then wandered through the night markets were food vendors hawked their wares with loud voices and upbeat music. They found a small alley where colorful floating lights sparkled overhead and fragrant steam imbued the air with scents from all over the galaxy. An unusually tall turian with a barefaced clicked their mandibles at them as they ate spicy sweet skewered vat meats and drank batarian ale in a bustling outdoor diner. And afterwards, shuffling along to yet another new location, past a hundred little kiosks Luca stopped at to buy trinkets for their friends, they found a new alleyway with all of Luca’s favourite things and Luca sat in Ryan’s lap on bright cushions and fed him delicious sticky morsels of Asari fruit and powdered sugar directly from his fingers.  

It was bliss. 

“Oh, Kalahira,” Luca breathed, unable to hold back his shiver as Ryan grabbed his wrist before he could pull it away away completely. Ryan held his gaze and licked the sticky sweet sauce from between Luca’s knuckles, swirling his tongue and humming appreciatively. 

“Hmm, delicious.”

“The sweets or me,” Luca tried to joke but the warmth of Ryan’s mouth made him dizzy. He panted as a heavy heat coiled low in his belly. 

“That’s not fair,” he complained weakly and Ryan laughed softly, allowing Luca’s finger to slide slowly from his mouth. He leaned close to Luca’s ear.

“Are you sure ye dinnae want to head back to our room, love?” Ryan teased him softly and Luca whimpered because his dick was hard behind his dark denim and he so desperately wanted Ryan inside him again - but he also knew if they did, they wouldn’t resurface for days.

And Luca really wanted to explore Arcadis.

“There’s still so much I wanna do though,” he half whined. “Ry, there’s so much here.”

“Aye, so. What do ye want to do next?”

Luca popped another morsel in his mouth, chewing as he thought. There were a lot of options in a place like this. Almost anything you could think of, it was here. 

“I wanna go dancing,” he announced after spending a few moments finally deciding. “Take me dancing, Ry.”

He punctuated his request by gathering up a bunch of his boyfriend’s shirt and leaning in to press his mouth against his lips. Ryan tasted sweet too, like the powdered sugar and cloying Asari fruit treats still coating his mouth and Luca didn’t hesitate to lap and lick at all of it. 

Ryan grabbed hold of Luca’s hips and pulled him tighter against him until they fell backwards among the cushions. An asari matron nearby glanced in their direction and sniffed disdainfully and Luca had to stifle his giggle in the folds of his boyfriend’s shirt. 

“Please, Ry,” he wheeled, tilting his head and giving Ryan an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. He even clasped his hands like he was in prayer. “Can we?”

[luca-moreno]

Luca knew Ryan wouldn’t be able to resist indulging him and Luca only felt marginally bad for taking advantage of the way his boyfriend cupped the back of his head to tilt him back far enough to look into his eyes. Ryan’s eyes were assessing and hot, probing as though he needed to assure himself that this was what Luca really wanted.

And he did. Like Ryan had told him earlier… at least they would always have this.

“Dancing?” Ryan finally repeated.

Luca nodded. “Is that stupid? It’s just that…” he shrugged, face burning. The war felt like a long way away here. Almost forgettable. And Luca so wanted to forget. “I want to dance like it might not be the first and last time we do it.”

That caught Ryan’s attention and his gaze softened. “Aye, love.” He rubbed his bearded cheek against Luca’s jaw, sighing even as his fingers curled into the hair at Luca’s nape. “Whatever you want, love. Whatever you want.”

--

Ryan watched his boy dance.

Streaks of colour washed over his lean lines, catching on the edges of his sharp limbs, filling the dips and hollows of his collarbones. He wore little, a flimsy shirt that hugged his lines and exposed his throat and the collar Ryan had placed there before they had walked into the club, and tight pants that put the perfect curve of his ass on display. And then the way he moved his body, the way he danced – he drew eyes to him but Ryan was filled with a savage pleasure to know Luca only looked back at him.

His boy. His love. All his, and for this weekend away, not a single damn thing would ever get in between them.

Luca threw his head back, swaying in time with the heavy beats. More neon colours washed over him, painting his skin indigo and violet, putting highlights of rose in his hair and making his teeth glow. He moved his body like he was born for it, lost in the music, hands stroking down himself because he knew Ryan was watching, offering promises of what was to come later.

Ryan joined him, a glowing blue drink in his hand that Luca seized and gulped down. “Easy, love,” Ryan told him with a dark chuckle. He noted the widening of Luca’s pupils as the drink hit his system and smiled to himself. Luca didn’t need the alcohol to make him pliable but Ryan knew he would reap the benefits regardless. “That was potent.”

“Fuck,” Luca breathed, one hand clutching at Ryan as he tried to steady himself. “Whoa. Yeah, it was.”

“That’s not even the half of what I have planned for you, love.”

Luca caught his meaning, immediately pressing close. Ryan’s ever present half erection pressed into his hip and Luca didn’t hesitate to rub him through the fabric of his pants. Ryan groaned, a shallow thrust into his boy’s hand. “I cannae wait to be inside you, boy.”

“With the ambrosia,” he breathed, mouthing along Ryan’s jaw. So greedy his boy. Ryan loved him.

“Aye, lad. With the ambrosia.”

Luca’s eyes shone with excitement. Why he wanted it, Ryan didn’t bother to question. Luca didn’t need help to lower his inhibitions, he didn’t need it to dull any pain or to heighten any senses, but his boy wanted to experience it just the same. Ryan wasn’t going to stop him. He wanted to be Luca’s first on this.

A possessive wave rolled over him. His only.

“Now, Ry? Can we try it now?”

It was tempting. Ryan could lead him to the restroom at the back of the club, pin his boy against the wall of a cubicle and give him everything he’s been asking for-

But Ryan wanted to savour this. And he wanted Luca to remember it for all his days, however long or short they would be.

Fucking reapers. Fucking war. The knowledge that their future was precarious sat unhappily in his chest after they had talked in the shuttle. The horror in Luca’s eyes…

Ryan didn’t want to ever see that again.

Yet if the reapers had their way, Ryan never would.

He stroked a hand down Luca’s jaw and pulled their hips together, grinding in a parody of a dance step. Luca moaned with the movement. His filthy boy.

“Later, love,” Ryan crooned. “I promise ye. It will be worth the wait.”

[missinyouiskillingme]

“It was like drowning, only from the inside out.”

— Stephen King, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— A Six Word Poem (On How You Deserve Galaxies)

[squeakitties]

sensually massaging WD-40 into your robot gf’s joints

[katelyndanger]

WD-40 is a terrible lubricant actually, especially for high friction parts like limb joints. WD stands for Water Displacement and is good for treating wet rust and expelling moisture, but terrible for minimizing friction.

What you’d really want is SAE10-30 or if she’s older, an oil with a higher viscosity like a SAE20-40.

[mayonezli]

[ryebreadgf]

300122, S.T.