Personal Experience
Malek sucked in a sharp breath at Kelam’s last message to his... ‘anon’. He shifted in his chair, hand tightening around his glass of whisky. He glanced down at it like he’d forgot it was there and immediately tossed it back, savoring the burn down his throat.
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” Malek murmured. He glanced around his quarters and ran a hand nervously through his hair. That invite... yeah, Kelam always knew who that certain Anon was. He knew exactly who he was giving it to.
Malek wondered if Kelam knew he’d show on a night like this, when most were down planetside on leave and the base was nearly deserted, and there would be less gossips to spread the news if he visited the barracks. He wondered if Kelam knew how tempting that invitation was, to sink his teeth into Kelam, to mark him... to see Kelam fully, no inconvenient uniform in the way. Malek bit his lip and wondered.
He cursed and tossed back the rest of the whiskey, standing in a graceful movement and shutting off his computer console. He glanced down nervously at his uniform, the shirt mostly unfastened and showing a good portion of his chest, and shrugged. It’d have to do.
He paused a moment and concentrated on his teleportation mod; he still had the coordinates from when he’d enacted his own... payback. Brushing a hand down his blaster briefly, he engaged the mod and vanished in a flare of purple light, reappearing behind Kelam’s chair, looking for the scout.
The barracks were quiet and dark in Kelam’s area, the rest of Rho Flight was at Event Horizon where they would be until closing time because Tak didn’t know when to shut his mouth any sooner. Kelam settled his head more onto his arms and smirked at the ceiling, he wasn’t a very social creature to begin with and was glad he declined going out and hit the washracks instead before checking his UnderComm. His smirk morphed into a grin as he tilted his head to listen for the tell-tale beep of the console to inform him when his dear Anon had returned with a reply.
“S-slagger.” It came out quietly, laced in whine. His heart raced with an exhilaration he couldn’t explain, he shifted slightly on the bed and closed his eyes stifling a groan at the ache and need thrumming in his body. Just words tossed casually back and forth but for some reason when it came to Malek... nothing seemed casual.
It wasn’t the sound of the console but the sound of a teleportation mod signaling someone jumping into the barracks that had Kelam eyes snap open, his body tensing with alarm as he half sat up in his bunk to face the threat. The flare of purple-- Kelam remembered seeing that once before, his heart caught in his throat as Malek stood in the barracks, facing his chair, back to him. He caught mostly silhouette of the pilot against the light of his console still opened to UnderComm. Besides that was the muted lighting over the main causeway of the barracks but considering how Kelam”s bunk and station was tucked more into a corner it was more subdued and in shadows.
He had no idea at all Malek was just as intrigued about him as he was of him. It was a surprise to Kelam but one he’d graciously accept. He trailed his tongue over his bottom lip, remembering the way Malek tasted and hungering for another taste.
“Slagger.” He breathed, not daring to say the other man’s name aloud. He pushed himself slowly up to a full sitting position, taking the time to show every muscle rippling under his skin as he moved. His hair was slightly damp from his shower still, his body mostly bare except for the dark towel that was wrapped around his waist he couldn't stop the smirk cutting across his face if Malek was trying to call him on a bluff he was going to find out Kelam rarely played those sort of games.
Malek glanced at the empty chair and console, UnderComm still open and logged in, and brought his left hand up to rest on the back of the chair. Kelam couldn’t be far… he was just about to turn when he heard the breathed nickname, and his lips quirked in a smirk as he turned to face the bunk behind him.
His eyes widened – he wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he definitely was happy with what he saw. Malek let his eyes roam the expanse of bare skin, of rippling muscles in stomach, arms, and chest. A surge of lust and need slammed through his body and he smirked wider, taking another long look across the vision before him.
“Well, well,” he purred after a moment, voice low and husky with desire. “I admit I hadn’t been expecting such a scene, but I definitely am not objecting~” He let the tips of his fingers trail across the back of the chair then off it as he moved forward, coming around the foot of the bed, emerald green eyes never leaving the man on the bed. “It’s a very pleasant surprise for your… Anon.” He chuckled as he came to a stop next to the bed. “I had half wondered if you were… bluffing.”
Malek ran the tip of his glossa along his upper lip, bringing his gaze back up to meet Kelam’s dark gold one. His body ached with need, and he shifted his stance. All the teasing they’d done, the back and forth on UnderComm after the dare and payback, the long hours of exchanging messages followed by a cold shower and sleepless night….
Making a split second decision, he eased one knee onto the bed and leaned forward to brace himself on his left hand, his right coming up to touch Kelam’s shoulder, giving a firm press to order him to lay back down. As Kelam reclined, Malek let his fingertips trail down the scout’s well-defined chest, lightly stroking over muscles and down lower, to his stomach. Avid green eyes watched his own hand drift across skin, and down to trace along the top edge of the towel teasingly.
“I believe we had a deal~?” Malek said huskily, green eyes returning to Kelam’s. He leaned forward until their lips were almost, but not quite, touching. “I find out what’s under this towel… and you find out if my bite leaves a mark~?” Their lips brushed with every word and Malek took a deep breath, drinking down the sensation of heat and warm scent of Kelam, feeling intoxicated by their nearness.
He nipped at Kelam’s lower lip teasingly as his index finger slipped under the hem of the towel, gliding along between skin and cloth. With a slight tug, he unraveled the knot, and lifted his head just enough to gaze down the line of Kelam’s body to the revealed view, making a low, pleased noise of appreciation from the back at his throat, liking what he saw.
“W-what were you expecting?” Kelam breathed, a sly smirk toying at his lips because he did like the surprise that crossed Malek’s face before the darker expression that followed as green eyes took in his form. He shifted on his bunk as Malek advanced closer, his heart racing faster and his breathing increased, clear anticipation singing through his body remembering all too well the conversation he was just having with Malek a little while ago. He knew Malek was his anon, he wouldn’t have sent that invitation otherwise.
Kelam glanced down at the hand on his chest; the sensation seemed hotter than a normal hand, like a brand burning into him. He licked his lips in nervous habit before slowly, almost reluctantly he followed the unmistakable command Malek had in that action, his eyes rolling up to Malek’s face to meet his eyes as he took his place flat on his back on the bunk. His muscles under his skin tensed under Malek’s his body moved, writhing on the bunk drinking in the sensation of touch and feeling the need for more of it. His breathing caught as Malek hooked a thumb under the towel, a low frustrated noise came from him at how close their mouths were, turning into a moan as Malek’s teeth found his lower lip, bucking his hips upward.
“M-Malek.” Kelam murmured as Malek pulled away and he felt the tug of matieral of his towel fall away too. He kept his eyes on Malek’s face, honey gold eyes glowing darkly as he moved his hips again clearly having no problem showing off to Malek his body, the unmistakable arousal that was for solely for Malek, how the messages and exchanges that left him hot and bothered with no release left him hard and ready for the pilot hoovering above him. “I-I showed you mine… y-you gonna show me yours?”
Malek took a shaking breath as Kelam moved under him, showing off, enjoying every movement of his hips and body. He took his time to take in his first sight of the other man, quite enjoying the view, and shifted his weight a bit as his own body reacted even more in response to the invitation in the flex of hips and ripple of muscles under his hand.
His gaze roamed slowly back up Kelam's body, taking in every inch as his hand at the scout's waist slipped around to his side and glided slowly down his hip and thigh. "Not sure what I expected," he murmured, shifted his weight more onto the bed, "a uniform, perhaps~?" He smirked as his eyes met Kelam's again, and he moved, straddling the reclining man's hips.
"You want me to show you mine~?" he purred, voice once again dropping swiftly into that tone reserved just for Kelam. He moved his head slightly so their lips brushed together. "What if I want to... taste you first~?" He closed the bare distance between their mouths, lips parted and tongue tracing along Kelam's lower lip before demanding entrance. He shifted again above the other man, bringing both hands up to brace himself on this elbows above Kelam as his kiss took on the hunger and need that had grown over many exchanges over UnderComm and in person, burning to know what the scout felt like under him.
“A-a uniform?" Kelam looked puzzled, the point of the conversation before that was hinged on the fact whither he was wearing underwear or not.“ Y-you wanted me to strip~?” His teasing ended as his breath caught when Malek moved more onto his bed and straddled him. Kelam’s couldn’t stop his grin pleased with this as his own hands came up to Malek’s hips, disappointed at the rigid material of Malek’s uniform and not the feel of bare skin.
Thoughts scattered as Kelam heard that low purr coming from Malek, that already attractive voice lowering to a promise of sex, violence and a tantalizing potential of more that effected him, sending heat and lust through him his hips bucking upward into the man that was straddling him. He whined low in the back of his throat with need as Malek brushed their lips together, his hands tightening on Malek’s hips.
“W-whatever ya want.” The words were breathed, low and thick with lust Kelam tilted his head in response to Malek’s tongue tracing his lips, parting his own under the demand, meeting that hunger and need with his own kissing the pilot as if he could devour him from the mouth down. Kelam’s back arched, pressing into Malek’s front making a small frustrated noise at how overdressed Malek was. His hands moved over Malek’s side the front of his torso, to finish unfastening his shirt needing some amount of bare skin contact.
Malek made a low noise into the kiss, right hand moving to stroke down Kelam’s bare side, digits dancing across skin, while he balanced his weight on his left arm. He drank down the taste of the scout, tongue exploring and claiming, unable to get enough, his right hand slipping around Kelam’s back as the other man arched up into him. Malek rolled his hips downward, pressing Kelam’s into the berth, a growl coming from him that his own uniform separated them. He broke the kiss only when they both needed to breathe, rising up to his knees to finish the work Kelam had started on his shirt.
Locking emerald green eyes with dark honey-gold, Malek brought his hand up to stroke slowly and suggestively down each of his plasma rifles in turn before disengaging the wetware connection and removing them to lower them to the floor next to the berth. Once free of them he could finish shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly off the bed before bringing his hands to his belt, a small smirk curving his lips as his gaze devoured the man below him. “Whatever I want~?” he purred archly, fingertips trailing along the belt buckle. He let his gaze trail slowly down Kelam’s form, a fully masculine gaze. “Maybe you can strip for me another time,” he purred, “because I rather like this uniform you’re wearing right now~”
It was difficult to concentrate, to focus on fulfilling his bet and promise when he had Kelam ready, willing and oh-so-tempting below him. He gave a sly smirk suddenly, and slipped off the bed to stand beside it. It didn’t take him long to shimmy out of his pants, kicking boots off at the same time. He paused for a second, letting Kelam take in the sight of him just as eager and ready, his frame highlighted in the glow of the monitor console before Malek leaned forward and crawled back onto the berth with intent.
“….I have a bet to fulfill,” he purred huskily, straddling Kelam’s knees and slowly running his hands teasingly from hips down to thighs, then back up… only to grasp Kelam’s hips firmly, fingertips digging into flesh. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over the inside of Kelam’s knee before running his tongue up along his inner thigh, rolling his eyes up to gaze along the line of his body, a small smirk on Malek’s lips as he watched for the scout’s reaction.
Kelam’s breathing was harsh and ragged after that kiss, he whined lowly, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips as he eyes dank down the movement of Malek’s fingers playing along gunmetal, he raised his hand to circle his thumb along the mouth of the rifle, dropping his hand as Malek lowered the weapons to the floor. He was torn between liking them on the other man and knowing to get the pilot as undressed as he was, it was required the blasters would need to be removed. His hand came back to rest on Malek’s hip, drinking in how muscles moved under skin as Malek shrugged out of his shirt, Kelam’s breathing caught as Malek’s hands fell to his belt, Kelam nodded his head and bucked his hips eagerly at the question. He wanted Malek in his berth, to be under Malek’s command.
He sat up slightly, eyes widening, and body tensing when Malek slipped off his bunk. His eyes remained glued on the pilot’s form, relaxing only slightly as he watched Malek finish undressing, realizing he wasn’t going anywhere further away. He languidly took in every movement Malek made, his eyes touched every inch of skin revealed to him. His gaze dropped to Malek’s length a pleased sound escaping from him from the length and thickness surprise and appreciation alighting his eyes at the frenum ladder glinting in the light of the console.
“V-very nice.” He praised, deep voice lower and husky with need. He shifted on the bed as Malek climbed back in. Kelam brought his hands up above his head, gripping the upper edge of the bunk’s surface. His eyes widened, a low sound escaping him as he watched while Malek explored him with that mouth. Need and desired pooled in his honey gold eyes as he shifted again, hips moving with need as his body was wracked in shivers, the muscles in him tensing from the anticipation of what Malek would do, never forgetting the promise of getting teeth sank into him as well as wondering where the bite would take place.
Malek smirked at Kelam’s reactions, the low noise and eager movements, the shiver that wracked through his frame shouting louder than words that he wanted this, wanted Malek in his berth. Malek chuckled darkly into Kelam’s inner thigh, hands still holding onto Kelam’s hips, pinning them to the bed as he drew back teasingly to take in the oh-so-tempting image of the scout writhing beneath him. He debated how long to draw out the tease, how much… indulgence to do both fulfilling his bet, but as Kelam bucked his hips against Malek’s grip again, he decided he didn’t want to wait – not with the scout moving like he was, the frankly appreciative tone in his voice when he’d praised Malek’s piercings, the quickened breath and glazed eyes.
He licked his lips, slowly, tongue dragging over his upper then lower lip, green eyes locked with golden ones gone dark with need. He shifted, slowly moving back down to his previous positioning, eyes leaving Kelam’s only to send a hot, lustful gaze down Kelam’s body. He brushed his lips lightly, teasingly, across the head of Kelam’s shaft before moving lower, tongue flicking out to taste, unable to resist the urge and wanting to know how much Kelam would writhe at the sensation.
He made a low, lustful noise in his throat and shifted back to Kelam’s inner thigh, near the junction of leg and body. His tongue flicked out again, dancing over smooth skin, before taking a deep shuddering breath, his own hips moving with his need and desire. “I have a bet to fulfill,” he murmured roughly against Kelam’s skin, the tone more reminding himself then anything, and parted his lips, scraping his teeth against skin. Rolling his eyes up to meet Kelam’s along the line of his body, he suddenly bit down on the sensitive skin of Kelam’s thigh, hard enough to break skin.
