High orbit

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It's not like he's gone through a particularly dry spell, not with the cred he's had until recently, but he still wants this, and in a way that he hasn't felt in a while. Neil's wrist is thin in his hand, almost fragile, and when he half pulls and half shoves him into the small, cluttered cabin and tugs him close again he

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There's a moment where I get to be smug about the whole thing, to let myself smirk at that noise he just made, but then he's standing, and it's suddenly a mad scramble to get out of the seat and down the corridor, me following along before he tears my damn arm outta socket. I let him tug me along, an amused snicker catching in the back of my throat when I nearly trip, but any amusement is pretty much blown clear out of the fucking water when I'm shoved into the cabin and drawn in close against him.

My lips part with a groan, this deep rumble of a sound low in my throat, and I'm already curling my hands in his shirt tails and tugging it out of his waistband, fingertips brushing over the warm skin underneath. He's eager, which really can go either way to turning me on or not, but this time around, it's nothing but hot as fucking hell.

[manusgemini]

Finally the room to stand, to breathe, and he's making use of it by holding them together, pressed almost full-length, and when he rolls his hips forward he can feel Neil's dick hard through his pants.

Too many fucking clothes. He can take care of that.

"You're something else, aren't you," he breathes against Neil's mouth, sliding his hands down to cup his ass, sliding the fingers of one hand under his waistband. Skinny kid, but he's got it where it matters.

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I press right back, wedging my hands in to get at the buttons on his shirt, flicking them open with practiced ease and sliding my palms up his chest along the way.

Another sound, not quiet a groan and not quiet a whine, and I'm rocking against him, kicking off my shoes and tugging at his waistband and wanting all the clothes off, right fucking now.

"Yeah, lucky you," I grin into the kiss. Best piece of ass in the fucking star system. I don't say as much. It's a line I don't really feel the need to use right now.

[manusgemini]

He's shrugging off the shirt as Neil loosens it, tugging at the hem of Neil's and tracing each bump of his spine as his fingertips slide up. There's heat coming off him, and yet somehow his skin is cool, smooth, uncallused and unscarred, like he's just come out of the box.

For some reason he's praying that his eye doesn't flash.

His shirt slips off and he doesn't even notice it fall as he pulls Neil's up in earnest, wanting to get it off, wanting to feel skin on skin.