Daniel Ciin (miaiphonos) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-06-01 19:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: coruscant, kaz brekker, sinjir fel |
i keep a close watch on this heart of mine
Who: Kaz & Sinjir.
What: Sinjir hears word of damage to Kaz's ship and checks up on his friend.
When: Following this narrative.
Where: Kaz's apartment.
Rating: NC-17.
The scene upon Sinjir's arrival was one of complete and utter devastation.
Kaz had left no corner of his small but spacious apartment unturned. A small kitchenette was the only area unmolested, and that was due to the fact that it was empty aside from the features that had come installed with the apartment. A table to the far right of the bar was upturned, chairs scattered like bodies about the floor. Boxes that made the apartment look like it was in a limbo of either being unpacked or packed up were ripped apart, their pieces thrown helter-skelter.
A single chair remained upright, facing the expansive windows that showed a jaw-dropping view of the city's skyline, its back turned toward the apartment door. To the left of the chair was a spiderweb crack, a table on the floor the obvious deliverer of the blow that had caused the break. Two legs were akimbo and visible to anyone viewing the scene, and the sound of sloshing alcohol was the only thing that broke the otherwise eerie silence in the space.
A rapid flurry of knocking at the door broke the stillness. The man in the chair ignored the sound, but its repetition caused him to hoarsely scream out that the damn thing was open. The door slid open and Sinjir strode through, the stormy look on his face showing plainly he was either spoiling for a fight, badly worried, or both. At once he filled the cavernous space with his presence, all movement and sound and rapid-fire speech.
"Shit. This place looks almost as bad as mine," he said. He tried to put a note of humor into his voice, but all that came out was strained concern. "The boys at the hangar say your ship got singed. They wouldn't say how bad, so I made some assumptions. From the looks of this place I wasn't too far off." He sidled up next to Kaz, staring down at the dwindling bottle. His gaze flicked to his friend. "How much of that have you killed just today? And you got any more for me?"
Kaz looked up at Sinjir with an honest look of surprise; he'd thought the knocking would have been a crewmember with damage reports, or hopefully someone with the name of the son of a bitch who had put the bomb in his shipment. He took another long drink from the bottle of brown liquid in his hand, a long stripe of a wound running up his arm visible due to a rolled up shirt sleeve as he did so. The surprise was replaced with open hostility.
"You come to gloat?"
"Nah, I'm saving that for later." He smirked. "Seriously, I had to make sure you're okay. What happened?" His brow furrowed. He gestured to the wound on Kaz's arm, his expression further darkening. "Have you not had that looked at?"
"It'll heal," Kaz replied darkly. "The damage to my ship won't." He half lifted the bottle to his mouth again, but stopped. "So you're here to check on your investment?"
"Shut up," Sinjir muttered. "I'm here to check on you, and you know it." He turned away, moving past the broken window and the battered table in front of it. He disappeared into the refresher, rummaging through cabinets for any sign of a first aid kit or its like. At the very back of one he found a small kit of questionable age and maintenance. Still, it was better than nothing, and its small bacta bandage would be enough for now. He returned to the main room, peeling the packaging from the bandage.
He crouched beside Kaz's chair. "I'm gonna deal with this, okay? So just bear with me for a second." He took Kaz's arm in one hand, gripping him as tightly as he dared. Already bacta seeped from the bandage, its seal compromised by its age. He slid it lightly down the line of the wound, covering the better part of the damaged skin before affixing the bandage to the worst and deepest injury.
Kaz seemed to pull away at Sinjir's touch, but stilled; the confusion was back, his usually carefully blank face giving away more emotion that he would have liked, had he been aware of the fact.
"You can quit it with the playacting," he said, his voice low. He pulled his arm away and struggled up and out of the chair. "You got what you wanted, didn't you? What's the fucking point of this, now?" Kaz took a few precarious steps away from Sin, toward the broken window. His bad leg shook under his weight, and he leaned on his left as he came to a standstill.
"What are you talking about?" Sinjir rose from the floor. He balled his hand into a fist, crumpling the bandage's backing. The crease in his brow had deepened. "The point is patching you up, you ass, and keeping you from getting an infection. The ship can be fixed, too, but it's useless without a healthy pilot. Get your priorities straight."
"I'm talking about the fucking bomb that was planted by the fucking Resistance in my cargo shipment," Kaz shot back. The hand holding the bottle rose, pointing an accusing finger. "Wasn't that what this was all about? Get close to me so you could sneak one of your fucking explosives onto my ship? How did you even find out I was delivering to the First Order? You put a tracking implant on the Hands?"
"What. The fuck." In two swift, long strides, Sinjir crossed the space between himself and Kaz. His hands were fists at his sides, the bandage wrapper fallen and forgotten. "Nobody I know put a bomb on your ship. I wouldn't have allowed it. And I didn't bomb your fucking ship. I knew you were playing both sides. You said as much. I made assumptions based on that and apparently I was right. But I didn't track you, and I damn straight wouldn't try to get you blown up or sucked into the void."
"Forgive me if I find that hard to believe. Weren't you the one who said to my face that people who picked a side got what was coming to them?" Hair spilled over Kaz's face as his gravelly voice rose. It trembled. "It certainly didn't sound like you could give a fuck about those who don't agree with you."
"Most of them, no, I really fucking don't. But you?" He scoffed. "To be as observant as you are, you really are thick sometimes."
Kaz's jaw worked, clearly torn between what his mind wanted him to believe and what he was being told. His grip around the bottle tightened, his arm tense as though he wanted to throw it. A minute passed and his body seemed to sag.
Finally he lifted his other hand, still gloved, and put it to his face. It slid up, back over his hair, doing a poor job of attempting to put it back in place. "You didn't know about this? At all?"
"I swear on everything imaginable, Kaz, I had no idea." Sinjir's hands softened, flexing faintly. He was desperate to offer some kind of solace, but the moment seemed too tense. He still felt as though he balanced on a high, thin wire, and nearly anything might be the move that sent him tumbling down. "Everything I've said and done has been to try to protect you. I would never knowingly hurt you. I swear that, too."
Kaz closed his eyes, letting his hand fall back to his side. Something in him relaxed, and he looked at Sinjir again. "It just made sense, in my mind. I couldn't figure out what was in it for you, to spend all that time with me. And then this..." He shrugged, one hand lifting in exasperation. "It made too much sense." Now that the anger was gone, he looked tired. He lifted and offered the bottle to Sinjir.
Sinjir gladly took it. He gulped down a double shot's worth of the liquor. Too slowly the tension melted from his body, but at least, he thought, it was fleeing. "I like you, Kaz. That's what's in it for me." He passed the bottle back. His hand lingered on the glass, wrapped tight, a silent plea for a withdrawn touch. "That's really all there is to it."
Kaz reached out and took the bottle, his gloved hand wrapping around Sinjir's. His grip was firm, though the rest of him felt like anything but.
"That's never all there is to it, but I can deal." He tugged the bottle - and the man attached to it - forward a little. "If you came over here to make me feel better, I have a few ideas on how you could do that."
"I'm listening." Sinjir moved close, his hand perfectly still beneath Kaz's tight grip. He could feel the warmth of Kaz's maddeningly concealed shape, could smell the faint whiskey and leather scent of his skin. He sighed, and pressed closer. Kaz's eyes moved down to Sinjir's mouth, tracing its outline. "I had some ideas, myself, but I'm very eager to hear your suggestions."
Kaz dropped the bottle, his hand instead going to Sinjir's face to pull it forward. It was clear all pretense was gone as he brought his mouth to Sin's, pressing hard. The small sound Sinjir made was muffled, a quiet vibration against Kaz's lips.
His tongue traced over Kaz's lower lip, tentatively tracing that soft seam. His hips pressed to Kaz's, his stirring arousal already evident. He brought his hands to Kaz's sides, touching gingerly, questioning. His thumbs pressed lightly into flesh, turning question to gentle but insistent demand.
Kaz's hand slid around to the nape of Sin's neck, his mouth opening to Sin's demands. The glove still parted him from flesh, but he could feel Sin's fingers lower down, exploring and pressing, and he didn't feel any desire to be timid. The liquor he'd imbibed put fire in his veins, and, for once, quieted the voices in his head.
He pulled back, stepping away from Sinjir for a moment as he brought one gloved hand to his mouth; teeth jerked the middle finger off, then slid the rest of his hand free. His gaze never left Sinjir's. The glove fell to the ground, quickly followed by the second as Kaz surged forward again to hook naked fingers around Sinjir's neck, the other hand sliding around the man's side.
Sinjir moaned aloud. He silenced himself too late, his kiss as deep and hungry as the sound that had preceded it. He leaned in to Kaz's touch, basking in that first feel of deft fingers and hard, grasping palms. His hands pushed beneath Kaz's shirt, splaying and curving over the sharp lines of hip bones. Such beauty withheld from him, now offered up for what might be only a moment; Sinjir, greedy to take what he could, while he could, pushed closer, slid his hands lower, trailing soft touches just beneath the waistband of Kaz's ever-present black trousers. His fingers crept downward, teasing a touch he ached to provide.
Kaz's hips moved of their own accord, pushing toward Sinjir's hands. The caress pulled a low groan from his mouth, and he reached down to press Sin's hand on, encouraging his motions. Kaz's other hand released Sinjir long enough to pull at his shirt, ripping buttons off to relieve himself of at least one item of clothing.
Sin's left hand moved upward, shoving at cloth, sliding over the curve of Kaz's shoulder. His right slipped lower, the flat of his arm pressed to Kaz's stomach. He wrapped his fingers close around the other man's length, stroking bare flesh. He pushed himself back into Kaz's hands, a muttered curse falling from his lips to Kaz's mouth. His nails dug sharp into Kaz's upper arm.
Kaz groaned again, his hips gyrating with Sinjir's movements. His hands reached for Sinjir's chest, sliding down to the other man's hips. Fingers pushed cloth up, grasping for warm skin beneath. He pressed his mouth to Sinjir's, his tongue darting in to linger over teeth.
Sinjir opened his mouth to that exploratory press; his tongue slid first beneath, then over, Kaz's, drinking in his taste. With one fumbling hand he unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it aside. He drew Kaz's lower lip between his teeth, worrying at it. His gaze moved downward, heavy-lidded as he studied the lines of their bodies, their hands where they moved on one another's exposed skin.
"Fuck," he breathed. His hands moved to the button of Kaz's trousers, hastily unfastening it. The trousers fell low around Kaz's hips, and Sinjir's hand returned to his body, stroking him with a firmer touch than he had dared before. Kaz sucked in a breath, kicking off his shoes and letting his pants fall to his ankles. Stepping out of them, his own hands made quick work of Sinjir's garments, fingers treading lower even as his own hips bucked against the other man's touch.
He started to pull Sinjir toward him, taking slow steps backward as he navigated blindly between keeping Sinjir close and hobbling on his bad leg. Sinjir followed, leaving clothing in pools and piles as they went. Every shallow breath he drew was a plea for more: more hands, more mouth, more skin on bare skin. In short order he was naked, his body flushed with lust and heat. His hand curved at the nape of Kaz's neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss. His other worked slow and steady between Kaz's legs, then at last pulled away, teasing fingertips tracing the V of his hips.
Kaz sighed into Sinjir's mouth at the feel of the man's hand on his length, adding a third difficulty to his plan, but soon enough he was back at the chair the whole scenario had started with. Hands on Sinjir's hips, he pulled the other man down with him and onto his lap as he relieved pressure from his bad leg. One hand reached up to pull Sinjir's lips back to his as his other rounded around the man's backside, fingers grasping one cheek. He pulled his mouth back incrementally to speak, his gravelly voice rougher than usual.
"I want to fuck you," he said between labored breaths, the statement said with the tone of a question, as if asking for permission.
A tremor coursed down Sinjir's spine. He groaned, biting sharply at Kaz's mouth. "Fuck. Yes. Please." His hips rocked forward, sliding his body over Kaz's, his cock pressing hot and hard between them. He kissed him deeply, grinding his hips again, need and want driving him close to madness.
He pulled away, sweeping his hand over the other man's wounded arm, still damp with slowly drying bacta. He raised slightly up from Kaz's lap, their arms brushing softly as he reached behind himself. His forehead pressed to Kaz's, lust-darkened eyes meeting his, holding his gaze as he slicked his tight entrance. He watched Kaz closely, eyes open, body and mind pleading.
His fingertips brushed Kaz's hand, and want colored Kaz's eyes with a melancholy look. One hand settled on Sinjir's nape, holding him close as the other situated Sinjir on his lap. He slouched, angling his pelvis up, his hard length pressing against the other man's backside. Kaz slid back and forth for a moment, letting the heat and the expectation do half the work. He pulled Sinjir's mouth to his again, pressing a harsh kiss to the man's mouth, his tongue outlining Sin's lower lip.
Sinjir opened his mouth, beckoning Kaz in with a flick of his tongue. His hands curved around the other man's shoulders, short nails driving into flesh. Unable or unwilling to wait any longer, Sin pushed himself down onto Kaz's waiting body. He moaned aloud, pain and pleasure commingling as he felt himself slowly stretched and filled. He moved close to Kaz, his hands sliding over bare arms, shoulders, throat, jaw, touching all the flesh denied him for so long.
"You are fucking beautiful," he said, his breath hitching as he sat, taking Kaz fully in.
Kaz found himself grinning into Sinjir's mouth, the elation moving throughout and warming his body. He groaned as he felt Sinjir around him, his hard length grasped and squeezed; his hand held fast to Sinjir's neck, the other finding a grip on the other man's hip. He thrust up as Sin moved down on him, pressing himself fast inside the other man. His mind was encompassed solely by that feeling, the pleasure and heat of Sinjir on him, driving any other doubts or thoughts away.
Driven by that one desire, he caught Sinjir's mouth again, his hips rolling slowly.
Sinjir trembled. The ragged sound he made faded away with a thrust of his tongue over Kaz's. He pushed back to meet each upward thrust, clenching tight around Kaz's length when he slowly withdrew. He sucked at the swell of the other man's mouth, drew his bitten lip between his teeth. His hands slid down Kaz's chest, fingertips passing lightly over peaked nipples and hard ridges of ribs. He committed to memory every inch of skin he touched, every stroke of Kaz's body in his, keeping it vivid and close in case he never felt such again. The thought pulled another long, low moan from him as he deepened their kiss, pushing closer to Kaz and harder down onto him, at once consuming and consumed with unchecked hunger.
Kaz's hands moved down Sin's body, pressing into the flesh and stopping once he reached the other man's hips. As his own hips held the slow and careful rhythm that was echoed by his partner, Kaz reached for Sinjir's length and grasped it, stroking it gently as his attempts were trapped between their bodies.
It was enough to pull another small sound from Sinjir, to make his hips roll with Kaz's motions and push him into the tight circle of his hand. He broke their kiss, trailing lips and teeth across Kaz's stubbled cheek, bringing his mouth to rest at Kaz's ear. He sucked and bit at his lobe, his breath coming harsh and hot against his skin. His voice was rough, each word ground out between slow slides of cock and hand. "I knew you'd feel this good in me."
Kaz grinned again, his hand pressing down once more to finish at the end of Sinjir's length. "Worth the wait?" He synced his movement to match as his own cock slid out, then back into the other man. His left hand squeezed Sinjir's hip, keeping a careful hold. "Or better for it?"
"Better." Sinjir's breath caught as Kaz left him, leaving him empty and hungry for more. It was only for an instant, but it was both perfect and far, far too long. He gave a shaky laugh against the column of Kaz's throat. "Godsdamn you, it's so much better."
The grin on Kaz's face grew broader, his hand returning to Sinjir's cock with only a brief lapse. His hips pumped, moving himself in and out of Sinjir's ass with a cool restraint that he seemed to apply to everything; incrementally, he picked up speed as he felt warmth pooling in his lower abdomen.
"It pays to be patient," he murmured, his hand leaving Sinjir's hip to pull at the man's neck, bringing his mouth back around. He caught it with his own, teeth plucking gently at the side of Sinjir's mouth.
Sinjir nipped back at him, mumbling against Kaz's lips. "Ugh. Fuck patience." He looked down to watch their bodies move together, to stare heavy-lidded at Kaz's hand stroking over his length. He drew a sharp breath as Kaz moved deeply within him, stretching him, striking that perfect center of his pleasure. "Fuck me."
No verbal reply was needed; Kaz's hand moved back down to Sinjir's hip, then the small of the man's back. His thrusts rose in tempo, striking home harder with each movement. His hand followed the change in rhythm, encouraging his partner to catch up and sync with his mounting climax.
Sin's hands clenched on Kaz's shoulders. He held himself as still as he could as Kaz drove into him, though his thighs shook from the pleasure building steadily within him. He bucked his hips into the other man's hand. His back arched beneath that firm palm. He moaned Kaz's name, a curse following close on its heels before the name became a litany repeated over and over again.
And then he came, his eyes on Kaz's as he spilled over his fingers, his cock twitching between them, his body drawn tight as a wire around the other man's length. Kaz's own orgasm followed quickly, overlapping with Sinjir's as their voices entwined and they fell into a heap of sweaty bodies.
Pulling himself from Sinjir, Kaz wrapped his arms lazily around his partner, enjoying the feel of Sinjir's warm body against his own. It had been too long since he had felt such a sensation, and part of him was scared it would be too long before it would happen again. He pressed his face to Sinjir's with eyes closed, one small but heavy sigh leaving him as he felt more relaxed than he had in days.
Sinjir's arms slid around Kaz. He kissed his cheek and stroked the damp tangle of hair at the nape of his neck. The quickness of his breath calmed by small degrees, but he made no move to leave his comfortable spot. "Gotta say, I did not expect this when I came over here. Especially after that welcome." He chuckled. Kissed Kaz's lips again. "Thank you."
Kaz's brow furrowed, but he did not open his eyes. "You shouldn't be thanking me, I should be apologizing. My mind...runs away from me, sometimes." One hand gripped Sinjir's back a little harder, and he breathed deeply of the other man's scent. He still felt drunk, still felt too honest, but neither were bad. At least, not in that moment.
"I can't tell you how relieved I am to be proved wrong."
"Glad I could help." Sinjir smiled against Kaz's mouth. His thumbs stroked the column of Kaz's throat, his arms still loosely draped around his neck. "Someday you'll trust me. You'll see. Until then, any time you need a little extra convincing..." He rolled his hips atop Kaz's lap, and kissed him again. "Some paranoia is good, especially with what we do. But have a little faith in me."
A smile impressed itself on Kaz's face, gaze still silenced. He finally opened his eyes, meeting Sinjir's. "Give me time. You're getting better at that." Leaning forward a bare fraction of an inch, he flicked Sinjir's nose with his own, then glanced at the wide expanse of windows behind them. "I think we should move this to the bedroom before I sober up and reconsider what we're doing."
Sinjir chuckled, nodding.. He rose from Kaz's lap, his hands trailing down bare skin as he drew away. "I'll do my best to keep you distracted," he said. He took Kaz's hand in his. "Your neighbors will have to make do with only seeing act one of the show."
Kaz allowed himself to be helped from the chair, unable to take his rueful gaze from the view. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with how comfortable you are with this. Back that way," he gestured with his free hand, pointing toward a small hall that led into another section of the apartment.
"I'm comfortable enough for both of us," Sin said, grinning. He walked slowly, his hand still tight around Kaz's, back toward the bedroom beyond. He kept his eyes on Kaz as they moved. "It's good to see you loosening up a little, though. How are you doing?"
"You can thank that bottle of whiskey on the floor in my living room," he replied, glad to have Sinjir as a crutch in the absence of his cane. It was still lost somewhere in the remains of the Hands. "I'm fine. More than fine -- I haven't felt this relaxed in, well, a while." Incrementally, they made their way into Kaz's bedroom, which, while still bedraggled, was not in the state of disarray that the rest of the apartment had been.
Crumpled white bedding covered his sleeping area, a nightstand was stacked high with datapads while a few printed books were tucked underneath its legs, and a half-open closet showed hanging suits through a thin slit. An oblong window, covered with a drawn shade, ran along the head of the bed frame, though there were still some recessed lights that gave a soft glow to the room.
Kaz seemed to fall in on himself a little more once in his sanctuary, but he didn't retreat from Sinjir. Instead, he took the lead, as hobbled as his steps were, and directed them both toward the bed. He pushed Sin onto the comforter, before landing with a soft sound behind him. "They're clean. Mostly."
"I don't care." Sinjir reached for Kaz, grasping at any part of him within reach. "We're just going to get them filthy anyway." He stroked idly over Kaz's skin, his gaze wandering over the room around him. His curiosity was piqued, but his attention was single-minded. Soon his eyes returned to Kaz, tracing the lines of his body, his fingertips following close behind.
Kaz scooted forward into Sinjir's touch, bringing his mouth to the other man's once more in a softer, but somehow more heated, kiss. It lasted for no more than a few seconds before he pulled back. "So what ideas did you have, or did I go through all of them already?"
"Hardly. I'm very creative." Sinjir's hand pressed to his chest; he pushed him back onto the bed and held him there, pinned to mussed sheets. He moved to kneel between Kaz'z legs. He kissed him again, deep and long, his hand moving over sweat-slick skin as his tongue pushed over his partner's. He broke the kiss, then moved it lower, trailing over his stubbled jaw down to the hollow of his throat. Every kiss was lips and teeth and tongue, alternating sharp bites and laving tongue. He lingered at the taut plane of Kaz's stomach, lapping shamelessly at sweat and drying come. His hands moved to Kaz's hips and stayed there, thumbs pressing into hard hip bones.
Every touch had Kaz's body lifting off the mattress, eager to meet and encourage Sinjir's motions. He started with his hands on Sinjir's back, then shoulders, and finally one slid into the other man's hair as he crept lower and lower. Shivers emanated through his form, his breath shaky as he watched Sin descend, expectation, want and desire filling his relaxed body with tension.
Sinjir's gaze met Kaz's, holding it as firmly as he held his waist. He pressed his mouth to the joining of hip and thigh, the tip of his tongue tracing that sensitive seam. He breathed in deeply, smelling sweat and sex and the heat of their joined bodies; his soft sigh was a feather-light touch over Kaz's flesh, causing the man to shudder. Sliding lower, he nuzzled into the wiry thatch of hair, his lips barely brushing the other man's length.
Kaz gasped lightly, his hips moving imperceptibly with the unconscious want that ran through his limbs. Hands fell to his sides, fingers running lightly over Sinjir's grip on his waist, his expression one of unspoken need. Sinjir answered with a soft slide of his thumbs and a gentle kiss to the flushed skin beneath his mouth. His breath was a warm and playful taunt as he moved down Kaz's length, watching him all the while.
His tongue flicked out over the very tip of him, a touch firm enough to feel, light enough to leave him wanting. He moved one hand to grip the base of Kaz's arousal, the pad of his thumb stroking over him in a path soon followed by his tongue. His own need stirred between his legs as slowly, so slowly, he took Kaz into his mouth. His low moan was a purr of a sound, vibrating over and through their bodies.
A moan broke through Kaz's lips, his brow knotted. His hands took a firmer grip on Sinjir's hands, as much as he tried to stop his body from implying any sort of demand.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were testing my patience," he muttered, his voice trembling from the feeling of Sinjir's vibrating throat around his length. He held himself still, though his hips still wobbled incrementally with the desire to thrust up into the other man's warm, wet mouth.
Sinjir laughed, sending another low rumble through Kaz's skin. His smile lingered in his eyes. He drew his mouth up Kaz's length, kissing the slick tip of his cock. "It sucks, doesn't it," he teased. He slid his hands from under his partner's, moving down the taut lines of his thighs, then circling beneath him to grasp his backside. Fingers tightening, he pulled Kaz up to him as he guided his mouth back down, encouraging every small motion he felt him trying to avoid.
Kaz tried to shoot back some sort of witty reply, but his mind was lost to the sensations Sinjir was creating in his body. His hands tightened on Sinjir's, one finally moving from his own hip to the back of Sinjir's head as it bobbed over his crotch. Fingers tightened in the other man's hair as he allowed his hips to slowly pump, working carefully to match Sinjir's motions. As he did so, he let his own head fall back for a moment, eyes rolling to the ceiling.
Sinjir watched every shift in Kaz's body. He made a small sound at Kaz's clenching grip in his hair, and again at the lifting of his hips. He let himself relax, opening his mouth wider, greedily taking in Kaz's slow, deep thrusts. He pressed down, taking him completely in, remaining there as Kaz's hips bucked again. His tongue flicked out, tracing soft around the base of him, darting soft across the damp flesh of his sac. His fingers splayed on Kaz's backside, spreading him open in taunt and promise.
His hips' motions increased with everything Sinjir was doing; each movement elicited a moan, and Kaz strained to look down at his partner. Hands moved to grip the sheets and blankets beneath him, body shaking with pleasure.
Sin rode every wave, kept silent to hear every cry. His tongue circled Kaz's cock, soft laps to counter the sharp, tight suck of his mouth each time Kaz withdrew from him. Short nails dug into skin. He rolled his hips, his own hard length pushing rough against the sheets below. This time, as Kaz pushed past his lips and deeply into him, Sinjir could not hold back his long, low moan.
One hand moved back to Sinjir's head as Kaz could feel himself moving toward climax, the thrust of his hips increasing with each passing moment. Obscenities laced his moans, along with Sinjir's name as he came closer and closer to coming with each passing stroke.
Sinjir choked on one deep thrust; he moaned aloud, his own hips twitching toward the mattress, when he caught his breath once more. One hand tightened on Kaz's taut backside. The other moved lower, hot fingertips teasing at his entrance. He forced himself to silence, sucking harder at his partner's length, pressing one finger shallowly into the other man's body.
Another wave of pleasure, and then another, and Kaz moaned as he was thrown over the edge. He came in Sinjir's mouth, hands nearly white-knuckling the bedspread. His mouth circled around Sin's name, back bowed, until he finally calmed and fell back against the bed.
"Holy...I don't even know what." Heartbeat racing, he stared at the ceiling while his lungs filled and deflated in quick succession.
He looked down, hands moving to tug at Sinjir's hands, urging the man to move back up the bed. Only then did Sinjir lift his head from his lap, giving Kaz's length one final pass with the flat of his tongue. Kaz shivered anew.
He crawled up Kaz's body, holding himself low above him on subtly shaking arms. He kissed Kaz's parted lips, his own swollen and slick. Then he lay down beside him, nestled close, one hand resting on the other man's heaving chest. For once he had nothing to say, content to lie near this body whose touch he had so craved, and to bask in the afterglow he had helped create.
Kaz wrapped an arm around his partner, turning his head to bury his nose in Sinjir's hair. He found Sinjir's sudden silence amusing, but had no desire to break it. After the noise and terror of nearly being blasted out of the sky, he could appreciate this rare moment of quiet. His eyes slipped closed as he breathed deeply of the other man's scent.
Sinjir smiled softly. His palm pressed flat to Kaz's chest, feeling the hammering of his heart begin to slow. Sleep tugged at him, weighing down his limbs until he felt as though he might melt into the skin and sheets surrounding him. He kissed Kaz's shoulder, his eyes already drifting closed.
"I'm gonna stay here," he mumbled. "Okay?" It was not truly a question, and Sinjir's rapidly deepening breaths made that quite clear.
Kaz grinned into Sinjir's hair, finding no problem with the man's statement. If anything, he wondered if he might sleep better with another presence in his bed. Satisfied and thoroughly worn out from all the day's events, he let himself drift off as well, silently praying that his demons wouldn't resurface when he woke.