“I liked the way it made your bum look,” Ald said defensively.
“I’m sure we could have armor fitted to give you the look you desire for your backside,” Quinn replied stiffly. He pointedly ignored Ald’s mention of his bum. No use in embarrassing them both.
“Are you saying this doesn’t look good?”
“It looks perfectly fine.” Quinn paused. “For an officer in the Imperial Navy. You are a Sith. You should be wearing armor befitting a Sith Lord.”
“I deem this befits me. What now?” Ald said testily.
Quinn sighed quietly. “I will not argue with you, of course, but I do not agree with you. At all.”
“Noted and ignored.”
“I’m used to it.”
Ald laughed. “You seem used to my relaxed nature as well.”
Quinn started. “I – I didn’t mean to offend, my Lord.”
Ald laughed again. “I’m not upset. I’m rather proud of myself, getting you to open up like this. I like it. Please, continue this trend.”
Ald and Quinn get a little closer. Set in the far future compared to the things I have posted to tumblr already.
NSFW
Malavai was very still and very quiet as he straddled Ald’s lap. It had taken three hours to get to this point. There was a lot of fumbling, a lot of nervous laughter, and a lot of uncomfortableness. It was his first time. That was his only excuse, really. He shifted slightly and shuddered at the sensation. Ald made a pleased noise in the back of his throat.
“Is it good?” Ald asked quietly.
“It’s – it’s different,” Malavai replied just as quietly. He shifted his hips forward and let loose a low moan.
Ald frowns slightly. “But is it good?”
Malavai laughed softly. “I have nothing to gauge it against, but I think noises of pleasure are generally good things.”
Ald shifted his hips and was delighted when Malavai moaned again, his face flushing in a most attractive fashion.
“Yeah,” Ald said breathlessly, “that’s probably a good indicator.”
Malavai’s reply was cut off as Ald slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He had never been in such a position before. Never had he been the one filled with hot flesh, keening his delight as pleasure suffused every inch of him. And he could feel every inch of Ald within him. He delighted at the feeling and craved more. He slowly increased their pace, shuddering as Ald adjusted to accommodate his lust for more. Ald gave him more, he gave him all he could take. He filled him, emptied him, then filled him again. They moved, Malavai on his back, Ald atop him. Their pace quickened, their gasps desperate pleas for release. When release was near, when Malavai was at the cusp, Ald kissed him fiercely, driving his tongue into the hot depths of his mouth. It sent Malavai over the edge of need to the point of pure pleasure. He shuddered and gasped his release, Ald’s name on the tip of his tongue. Ald was undone by the sight of such a proper man in shambles, gasping and flushed with pleasure and it was all his doing. Heat coiled in his belly then rushed out of him in a joyful rush of release.
Ald balanced on the palms of his hands above Malavai, panting and sweating, but oh so pleased at how things had turned out.
“Was it good?” Ald murmured quietly.
Malavai laughed softly and nodded. “It was perfect, my Lord.”
“I’m glad.” Ald grinned evilly. “So, when can you go again?”
Malavai blushed furiously. “I – I – well I… I have no idea.”
“I’ll be nice and let you rest for a few hours. Since it was your first time. After that, I reserve the right to see you under me, begging for release, blushing prettily and moaning.”
Malavai managed to blush a brighter shade of red. “That is your prerogative, of course.”
Ald frowned. “I won’t force you.”
“I wasn’t objecting,” Malavai explained.
Ald grinned. “You want to do it again?”
“With you? Of course.”
“You are adorable.”
“I have no idea what you mean by that, my Lord.”
Ald laughed. “I love you, Malavai.”
“The feeling is quite mutual, my Lord.”
“Just say it.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Malavai!” Ald giggled.
“Stars, you’ve giggled!” Malavai broke off into a chuckle. “I love you very much, Ald. You know that.”
“Still like to hear it.”
“Fair enough. Now, how about a shower?”
“Eager to get my stink off you?” Ald asked, arching a brow.
“Eager to turn the shower a bit steamier,” Malavai purred.
“You are utterly insatiable.”
“Damn right.”
They disentangled and headed for the refresher. There was nothing quite like a vacation in the middle of war times. There was nothing quite like a vacation with the one you loved.
A little NSFW piece involving Malavai Quinn and his Lord, Aldrdinar. It's a tumblrclusive!
Also, this new way to post things is stupid.
He loved this part of the day, when he could grab his Lord by his collar and pull him close then shove him onto the bed. He tore off clothes and let them fall to the ground in an unorganized heap. He would worry about them later. For now, there was a delectable bit of Sith lying on the bed, already hard with desire waiting for him. He loved this view of his Lord. He loved hovering over him, still fully clothed, touching and kissing whatever he wanted. When he finally had his fill and when he Lord was nothing, but a begging pile of man, he fucked him. He fucked him into the bed, pulled him out, then fucked him right back in. He fucked his Lord until he had his fill. He fucked him until he shouted for release. He fucked him until his own release was upon him. He loved the feeling of his Lord surrounding him, quivering and hot, welcoming and wanting. Such a glorious thing. He wasn’t a screamer like his Lord, but he shuddered and moaned as he spent himself and it was enough. When they were suitably yet delightfully exhausted, they would cuddle and talk. Sometimes they spooned. Other times, his Lord would lie upon his chest and listen to the thrum of his heartbeat. He didn’t mind either way. He loved this part of the day, when he could fuck his Lord into the bed then hold him after. It brought him peace in a time of war and he thanked his lucky stars for days like these.
“Socors and I were involved in a relationship of sorts,” Quinn repeated dutifully.
“You nailed Broysc!?”
“Don’t be crass,” Quinn chastised.
“You had an intimate relationship with Brosyc!?” Ald asked incredulously.
Quinn sighed quietly and said, “Yes. Which was why, when the time came and I disobeyed his order, it was more than a summary court martial. It was personal. Very, very personal. He felt betrayed, though my actions won the battle. He took the credit and that was fine. Then the bitter bastard stripped me of my rank, Admiral if you’re curious, exiled me to Balmorra, and left me to rot there.”
Ald blinked a few times then chuckled at a memory. Quinn cocked a curious eyebrow.
“It makes your nickname of Admiral Malcontent more sensical,” Ald chuckled.
“Yes,” Quinn murmured. “He used to call me ‘Mal’. I never much cared for the nickname, but I allowed it. He usually wasn’t able to say much else while I had my way with him.”
Ald shuddered.
“Apologies,” Quinn murmured.
“He was awfully… old.”
“Yes, he was, but he was a Moff. Behind closed doors, I was the one in power. It was… thrilling, to say the least. I very much so enjoyed the power play.”
“Is that why you’re always…?” Ald trailed off quietly.
“For the most part, yes. I’ve never actually experienced a role reversal in the bedroom,” said Quinn.
Quinn immediately shook his head. He had considered it at one point, but there was no reason to think about it now. Not with the way things were between himself and Aldrdinar. It was just as well. Things needed to solidify before they tried that path again. If they tried that path again. Quinn let loose a small sigh then continued his stories, mindful of Ald’s intense gaze. He had a feeling he hadn’t heard the last of that.
“This is perfectly adequate, my Lord,” Quinn answered stiffly.
Aldrdinar left the bridge without another word. Quinn didn’t bother to stare after him, he was too busy staring at the half-eaten bar in his hand. His stomach rumbled in protest. It had had quite enough of the ration bars for now, especially with that tantalizing scent of meat and roughage wafting through the air. He folded the foil over the remaining bits of ration bar and pocketed it. If Aldrdinar was offering him dinner then it would be more than appropriate to take the time out of his work schedule to eat. If he worked what Aldrdinar had said enough, it could be an order. Yes, an order to go eat dinner.
He entered the conference room and was greeted by the sights and smells of food and company. Vette inched her chair a tad closer to Aldridinar, but the Sith either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Not that it mattered to Quinn, but it was amusing to see the Twi’lek try to edge him out of the loop. He hadn’t been part of the crew long, but even he could see the admiration in Vette’s eyes whenever Aldrdinar was around or even mentioned in conversation. He shook his head slightly and took the seat to the left of Aldrdinar. Perhaps he had purposely sat in the middle of the table to accommodate them both or perhaps it was habit. Either way, it eliminated the fighting between Quinn and Vette if they sat near each other for far too long. Unfortunately, five seconds was often far too long. Quinn moved to serve himself, only to have Aldrdinar take over and serve him up a plate of roast and potatoes.
“I can serve myself, my Lord,” Quinn groused.
“I’m sure you can, Captain, but I prefer to serve my guests. It’s called manners,” Aldrdinar said lightly.
Vette snickered quietly on the other side of Aldrdinar, but Quinn paid her no mind. His stomach was too busy begging him to eat the food in front of him. He obliged its grumbling growl. He cut a bite sized chunk and put it into his mouth. It very nearly melted under the gentle pressure of his mouth closing. He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat. Lightly seasoned, tender, moist. Delicious.
“I take it you’re enjoying the meal,” Aldrdinar chuckled.
Quinn swallowed his bite and replied, “This is astounding, my Lord. You made this yourself?”
“Yes, I did. It’s a recipe my Master, Lord Inusitus, passed down to me. He said it was good for a warrior to know how to make a satisfying and delicious meal while out in the field furthering the Empire’s goals.”
“Sound advice if you have the time and materials.”
“That is true, which is why I always carry a small pouch of spices on me.”
“Interesting.”
Aldrdinar nodded and smiled at Quinn. The normally stiff officer was a bit more relaxed with a hot meal in his stomach. He’d have to cook more often, perhaps the officer would loosen up further. An insistent tug on his arm turned his attention to Vette, but the officer was never far from his mind. Not when he was this close. Not when he was enjoying Ald’s meat.
Ald had made dinner once again. It was becoming habit and it was nice to sit down and talk with his people, even if his people included a smart-mouthed Twi’lek and a starched and proper officer.
“Yes?” Ald asked.
“You spend an inordinate amount of money on removing modifications from your armor. I feel that is an unnecessary expenditure.”
Vette laughed then tried to cover it up with a cough then decided that laughing was far easier and settled on laughing. Quinn sneered at her briefly.
“I like wearing a certain style of armor, Captain,” said Ald.
“That is all well and good my Lord, but you are burning through cash quite quickly. You’ve started picking up missions from the randoms we encounter just for the money. It isn’t healthy my Lord. We need to balance the budget, starting with your penchant for customizing a certain set of armor.”
“This armor was given to me by my first master,” Ald said quietly.
“Sentimental value aside, taking out the modifications to put them in your Imperial uniform when we head to the Cantina - to ‘troll the locals’ I believe was the phrase - it costs money. And then you take them out again and replace them. Leaving wear and tear aside, this is expensive. Unless you would like to cut a few cooked meals from the roster, I cannot find another way to fund our main objective,” Quinn said stiffly.
“How many meals?”
“All of them. We’d be eating nothing, but ration bars and drinking nothing, but water. We do need to fuel and maintain the starship, my Lord. These modification costs will ruin us.”
Ald slouched in his seat and pouted, but Quinn’s face was completely impassive.
“Fine,” Ald said reluctantly.
“Very good, my Lord. As it is, I do have a bit of personal funds saved up. We could purchase new modifications for your Imperial uniform, ones you won’t need to remove ever again,” Quinn said helpfully.
Ald perked up and grinned. He knew the stiff bastard loved their Cantina nights.
“I trust you to handle this matter, Captain,” Ald said, taking a judicious bite of food.
“Actually, I was going to have Vette balance the budget,” Quinn said evenly.
Ald nearly choked. Vette did choke. Ald reached over and slapped her back a few times.
“What?” Vette asked hoarsely.
“Kidding, of course,” Quinn said blandly.
“Of course,” Vette said, rolling her eyes.
Ald shook his head. “I have complete confidence you will handle this accordingly, Captain.”
“Your confidence is not misplaced, my Lord.”
Ald shook his head again and took a swig from his drink. Someone would die at Quinn’s hands if he continued joking like that.
They sat down at a table and ordered a couple of drinks. Cantina was slow tonight, but sure to pick up. Could lead to shenanigans. Perhaps not.
“Captain,” Ald started quietly. Quinn didn’t respond right away, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “Captain, I have a question for you.”
To his credit, the Captain kept his face mostly blank. Were it not for a small twitch by his eyebrow, his utter dread at being asked personal questions may very well have stayed hidden. He shifted in his seat a tad then inclined his head. I am ready, was the signal though the sentiment did not reach his mind.
“I’ve noticed your face is quite common in the Galaxy. Any reason for that?” Ald asked.
“Is it? I’ve never noticed,” the Captain replied a little too quickly.
“No need to lie. What are you trying to hide?” Ald teased. “Do you have magnificent prowess in the bedroom? Are you secretly a stud, a ladies man, perhaps?”
The Captain face-palmed then straightened and stared at Ald with his best blank face. “There is a repository that holds certain genetic materials for those wishing to create a superior specimen of Imperial,” he replied stiffly.
“You donated your sp-” Quinn’s suddenly harsh look made Ald stop and edit himself. “-genetic material to a bank!?” Ald finished incredulously.
“Yes.”
The good Captain took a long, heavy drag of his drink. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the Galaxy to get rid of this weird feeling roiling in his gut.
“Did you need the money?” Ald asked seriously. “I hear officers don’t make much when they first start.”
The Captain gaped at him for a moment. Definitely not enough alcohol. He set down his drink and steepled his fingers on the table.
“While it is true officer stipends are frightfully inadequate during the beginning of their career, that was never my reasoning for it. It was asked of me and I did so,” the Captain said stiffly.
“Ever run into one of the – uh – results?”
“I’ve seen a few familiar faces, but I have never encountered a child created by those means, no.”
“That implies you found one made the normal way,” Ald said smartly.
Quinn sighed and picked up his drink. In two pitifully small gulps, he finished the drink. He summoned the droid for more and down another one and a half before breaking the stretching silence.
“I have a son,” Quinn said at last.
“Really?” asked Ald.
“Yes.”
“How often do you see him?”
“Often enough!” Quinn snapped.
“Sore subject?” Ald asked gently.
“Yes,” was the gruff reply.
Ald changed the subject and was able to draw the Captain into a debate about the worth of Huttball. Their conversation went late into the night with a few topic changes. The Captain was definitely a bit more relaxed with a few drinks in him, but he was still on high alert. It was an interesting balancing act to witness first hand.
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