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Cheesigator:
With all the blowjobs Kirkley had had in his long life it really was difficult to remember some over others, because it was rare that you came across a really fantastic one. Otto, it just so turned out, was one who knew what he was doing and did it really fucking well, but it wasn't until he heard that snippet of foreign language that he realized this didn't feel familiar simply because it was another day with a guy with long black hair or something.

No, as he groaned and watched the other man's pretty face as his head slid over Kirkley's cock with such excitement and practice he realized that this all felt familiar because they might have done this before. Otto's scent was somewhat familiar as well, and while it nipped at the back of his mind he really couldn't focus on it much more than that--how could he after all when he had to put so much of his concentration on keeping his hips still rather than losing it and rocking them into Otto's mouth so the poor guy could work his magic without being choked.

He was a great tease, Kirkley's favorite part of all being when he was able to watch Otto reach down and give himself a few relieving strokes, that pretty cock of his dripping on the floor with his excitement. His scent was only growing stronger and it made it hard to hold back the growl that threatened to bubble up in his chest in between his own needy moans.

He tilted his head a bit to the side as he refocused on Otto, watching the man strip down as he licked his own lips, eyes narrowing as he followed every line of muscle under that smooth, pale skin, and Otto asked him just how he planned on stealing him.

The kisses pressed to the underside of Kirkley's dick were short lived as he reached down, running fingers over the man's scalp before sliding down his jawline to his chin, pushing himself off of the examination table to take a step somewhat behind the man on the floor, scooping him up as if he weren't heavier than a sack of flour as he sat him on the edge of the table where Kirkley had been not moments prior, that predatory smirk of his still gleaming mischievously in the light as he yanked Otto's flightsuit off and tossed it somewhere behind them.

"Easy," He answered in that same foreign tongue Otto had used not moments prior, "By taking you till you can't move anymore of course."

As he spoke his calloused hands smoothed over those soft thighs and spread them apart to press his own hips between them, keeping their bodies close together as he leaned forward and stole Otto's lips in a hungered kiss. He caught the man's lower lip gently between his teeth before swiping over it with his tongue, one of his hands grasping the technician's length and giving it a testing squeeze and a few agonizingly slow strokes while they explored each other's mouths and Kirkley committed the man's taste (through the taste of himself still on Otto's tongue) to memory.

Not that he intended to keep things that sweet for long; as he kissed him he guided him down until the man was lying on his back on the cold metal of the table, that pretty black hair fanning out nicely behind his head as Kirkley dragged himself away from those sweet lips to nip his way down the man's throat, over his clavicle and chest to lav his tongue over one of Otto's nipples. He continued those slow strokes all the while, his fingertips getting slick with his drops of precum before his hand slid down and he pressed two into Otto's warm entrance, a growl rumbling deep in his throat with the satisfaction he found there in how tight the other man felt.

As eager as he was to stuff himself inside that heat he wasn't entirely a savage, he didn't know how adjusted Otto was to taking guys of his size, and lube wasn't exactly within reach. Besides, he had plenty of plans to take him like an animal later if Otto could keep up with it.

nephero:
   The fact that Kirkley could lift him off the ground with zero effort had Otto’s biting down on his own lip to suppress a low groan of approval, his blood singing and pulse picking up just from being set down on the examination table. Fuck, that had been hot, but not nearly as hot as Kirkley pulling the flight suit completely off of Otto and just tossing it to the side like it didn’t matter.

   No amount of biting onto his lip could stifle his delight at that, pale green eyes hooded and wanting as those strong hands pushed Otto’s thighs apart to make room for Kirkley between them. All of him.

   “Dja?” Otto mewled, hooking his ankles behind Kirkley’s thighs to pull him even closer. His hands were splayed against Kirkley’s chest, moving up over the curve of his pectorals and enjoying the low thrill of knowing Kirkley really could make him incapable of moving. Otto was definitely looking forward to that. “We have a long night ahead of us, then.”

   He turned his head, black hair sliding over his shoulder as he moved up into that probing kiss. Every motion Otto met in kind, full lips parting in a soft gasp as Kirkley pulled at him with his teeth, his tongue moving to meet Kirkley’s own as they surged into each kiss. The gasp soon turned into a moan, long and low as the other man stroked him, his member twitching with each agonizing motion.

   It certainly said quite a bit that Otto barely felt the cold metal beneath him, so wrapped up on those slow, heated kisses that weren’t content to stay on his lips for long. Otto let his head ease back, settling against the table as Kirkley bit down his throat and collar, his spine arching just a bit at the feel of the other man’s tongue on his chest. Between that and the hand on his cock, Otto was a mess, dripping freely over calloused fingers as Otto rocked his hips up into his touch.

   “Kirkley,” he said, not giving a solitary damn how needy he sounded saying the captain’s name, not when those slick fingers moved from his cock down between his legs and right up against his entrance. There was the initial sting, of course, but oh, gods, Otto didn’t care. It felt so good, so, so good to have that pressure against him, and he rolled his hips to get Kirkley’s fingers even deeper. “Ah, please, yes, like that,”

   Despite knowing that taking their time was of the essence here— Otto had taken quite a bit over the years, but Kirkley remained a league unto his own, and while his boarders kept him from feeling hurt for too long, it was best not to push his luck. Still, he could certainly take a little rougher treatment than this, and so he lifted his legs, using his back against the table as leverage as he raised himself up and onto that delicious pressure.

   He let his nails drag where they would, hands running over that broad chest, along dark tattoos and pale scars, tweaking at the other man’s nipples and giving him a cheeky little grin.

   “I am not so fragile, you know.” Otto said, rather thankful for the switch in language. Despite the attitude he was putting on, it was taking considerable brainpower just stringing his sentences together, the words caught between little gasps of breath and fractured moans of Kirkley’s name. Otto reached down, pulling at the hand not currently occupied with touching all those delicious, aching spots inside of him. He brought Kirkley’s hand up, over his own precome-slicked stomach and up to his mouth. Otto took no time then, pulling the other man’s thumb between his lips and treating it much the same as he had Kirkley’s cock just a few minutes prior.

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