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[Tim manages to keep his mouth completely on Rawne as the man bucks forcefully into him, making sure the spill stays contained and swallowing when Rawne's done, giving his head one last lap to clean him off before he pushes himself up a bit, bracing himself on Rawne's thighs so he can give him a satisfied little grin.]

[Rawne manages a wry smile at him, before leaning up to kiss Tim.]

That did make me happy.

[Rawne is delightful to kiss, and (after a quick swipe with the heel of his palm at his own mouth) Tim's more than happy to lean up and meet his lips. Even if he has to lift one leg a bit awkwardly because, yeah, he's hard after all that as well.]

Glad I could provide.

You always do.

[Rawne does notice his awkward movement.]

Want a hand?

[He pulls back from the kiss a little so he can laugh, a little breathlessly.]

I shouldn't. I've got to clean this up and get back to work still.

[Though he's not making any moves to pull away. Still has a hand on Rawne's thigh, strumming idly over a muscle with his thumb. Still moves up to kiss him again.]

[Rawne kisses him lightly and puts his hand over Tim's.]

You don't have to...

[That gets another breathless laugh, and he takes a little pity on Rawne.]

Well then...

[He takes Rawne's hand, shifts up slightly so he can guide Rawne's hand to Tim's own belt.]

I suppose you'd better give me a good reason not to.

[Rawne grins and moves closer to Tim, opening his belt as he goes.]

Oh, I will.

[He uzips Tim's pants and strokes him through his underwear.]

[Tim's still standing, which is fine while Rawne tugs at his hips as the belt gets undone, but is an immediate problem when that hand touches him and his knees go instantly weak as he gasps, bracing both hands on the table.]

[Rawne slides off the table and to his knees.]

Why don't you lean against the table? I'll take care of you.

[He's tall enough he's pretty sure it'll work.]

[All of Tim's glib one liners are completely wiped from his brain when he watches Rawne get down on his knees, and he pulls his pants down, a little awkwardly as he turns, so he can rest his bare ass against the cooler table, facing Rawne.]

Please. [As he lifts a hand to brush Rawne's face and cup his cheek.]

[Rawne smirks up at him cockily, before wrapping one hand around him and sliding his mouth down to meet his fingers. He's not as smooth as Tim at it, but he's enthusiastic.]

[Tim's hips jump when Rawne takes him in hand, but the mouth makes Tim moan, bringing a hand up quickly to shove in his mouth as his back arches, and his exhale is already ragged.]

[Rawne smiles as much as he can and bobs his head, using his tongue to try and massage as much as he can.]

[Enthusiasm makes up a lot of ground for where experience is wanting, but boy is it doing wonders for Tim right now, and he needs both hands to support himself on the table as his head drops, watching Rawne as his hips buck, struggling to keep rhythm and very much close to the edge.]

[Rawne chokes a little as Tim's hips buck, but he's determined to make Tim come. He takes a deep breath and takes him in as far as he can go.]

[One hand buries in Rawne's hair and clamps on as Tim gasps, rolling into that tightness automatically.]

Fuck, g-god, Rawne--

[His voice is desperate, urgent as he tightens, arches against the table - and it's not long at all before he comes too, with dizzying intensity and a loud, breathless noise.]

[Rawne swallows, automatically, and pulls away, wiping his mouth.]

See? I took care of you.

[Tim's hand stays in his hair, but looser now. Gently stroking the soldier's hair with lazy motions, tender after the desperate fist.

He's still breathless and dizzy, but he manages to open his eyes and smile down at Rawne.]

Yeah, you did. C'm'ere.

[As he trails a hand under Rawne's jaw, trying to coax him up for another kiss.]

[Rawne lets Tim pull him to his feet, kissing him lightly.]

Thanks.

[And Tim is happy to keep kissing Rawne, using the bulkier man's shirt to hold himself upright a little until his legs feel solid enough to support him.

At which point he drops a quick kiss on his neck, too, before he leans back to get his breath back some more.]

Next time, probably we should do this in one of our rooms.

Yeah.

[He curls one arm around Tim's waist.]

Yours, probably. All I have for a bed is a cot.

[Tim lets one hand rest in the crook of Rawne's elbow, fiddling his underwear back into place with the other.]

What, didn't bother asking the Admiral for an upgrade after you came back?

[He takes a moment to answer.]

It's Gaunt's cot. I can't... I wanted it around.

[It reminds him why he's here and it connects him to a friend. Reminds him that there were a few good things there, ones he needs to save.]

...shit.

[His voice is a little breathless again, but it's surprise this time, smacking him in the stomach for such a stupid question.

Of course, given his current state, the next words out of his mouth aren't particularly clever either.]

You can keep a piece of someone around without sleeping in a dead man's bed, Rawne.

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