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[pharadyne]

He pushes Rawne onto the bed, but before he climbs on top of him, he asks, "Any lubricant close by or shall I fetch my own from my jacket?"

He came prepared, just in case.

[major_rawne]

"Uh." He has to think for a moment. "I grabbed some. In the bedside table, there. "

[pharadyne]

"Glad to see you planned ahead, soldier."

He gets it out and tosses it on the bed so it'll be in easy reach and then straddles Rawne's thighs.

[major_rawne]

Rawne stares up at him, then runs his hands up Norton's thighs before settling them on his hips.

"I dunno how long I'll last."

[pharadyne]

"Then I'd best get a move on."

It's just as well. He's feeling impatient right now and not inclined to the usual foreplay and build up. He warms some lubricant in his hands and smooths it over Rawne's length. After that, he doesn't waste any time shuffling forward so he's hovering over Rawne's hips, and immediately seats himself, taking in Rawne's cock with a pleased sigh.

[major_rawne]

Rawne groans and thrusts up into Norton before he can regain control over himself. He can't stop himself from running his hands all over Norton's body, though.

"How fast do you want this?"

[pharadyne]

Norton moans at the first thrust. Oh he's needed this. Or just wanted this. Close enough.

"No need to be gentle with me, soldier. In fact, I'd rather you weren't."

He rolls his hips impatiently.

[major_rawne]

Permission fething granted, then. He thrusts as hard as he dares, gripping Norton's hips for leverage.

He moans again. He's forgotten how good this is.

[pharadyne]

Norton is shamelessly vocal in his appreciation and grinds down in time with Rawne's thrust.

[major_rawne]

Rawne grins at that and keeps fucking him. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

[pharadyne]

"Ohhh you have no idea. It's been..." (weeks) "...too long."

Weeks is too long. Especially coming so close on the heels of 60 years in a time loop, like he still hasn't made up for decades of deprivation and he wants to feel everything.

[major_rawne]

"Much too long." Years and years of not daring to trust anyone enough to let them get this close. Years of shutting down everything he saw as weak and extraneous.

He pulls Norton down for a kiss, suddenly wanting to feel more of him.

[pharadyne]

Norton opens his mouth to the kiss and slides his fingers into Rawne's hair. Rawne is warm and solid against him and it makes him feel properly alive. He writhes against him. Skin against skin is so good, but the angle makes it difficult for the thrusts to be as deep and he wants both, everything, all at once.

[major_rawne]

Rawne finds himself clinging to Norton without meaning to, grabbing at every bit of skin he can. The angle is awkward, though, and not quite what he wants.

"Wait, wait," he says, after he manages to stop kissing Norton, "maybe... maybe if I sat up? Or I was on top? Or something. It'd be easier."

[pharadyne]

Norton nods, panting and breathless.

"Y...Yes. Yes." He rolls off Rawne and then tugs at Rawne's arms to urge him between Norton's indecently spread legs.

[major_rawne]

"Oh, yeah." Rawne rolls over back on top of Norton and slams into him as hard as he dares. "So much better."

[pharadyne]

Norton moans, back arching, and then pulls Rawne back down to resume kissing.

[major_rawne]

He returns to kissing eagerly, still clutching at Norton. He hadn't realized how much he'd needed contact. And sex.

[pharadyne]

Norton doesn't try to hold back, instead chases the sensations and the orgasm he can feel coming. His breath is ragged and he's getting almost light headed. The noises he's making are muffled by the kiss but are still getting louder and more urgent.

[major_rawne]

Rawne tries to keep kissing for as long as possible, tension coiling tighter and tighter as he thrusts. He does have to pull away to gasp for air, managing, "I'm close."

[pharadyne]

Norton tries to say "Good" between his moans but he can't quite get the word to form, so he just squeezes Rawne's shoulders instead and before he knows it he's coming hard, eyes squeezed shut and legs clamped tight around Rawne's back.

[major_rawne]

And that does it for Rawne, too. His orgasm rips through him, leaving him panting and boneless on top of Norton. He's not moving for the next couple of minutes.

[pharadyne]

Norton relaxes and catches his breath, his fingers lightly tracing over Rawne's back.

"That should help me sleep well tonight." And maybe another go in the morning, depending on his mood.

[major_rawne]

Rawne shifts until he's more comfortable. "Me, too. I forgot sex could do that."

[pharadyne]

He runs his fingers through Rawne's hair. "It sounds like you've been even more deprived than I have, poor darling. My cabin is conveniently just across the hallway from yours, so you can give us a ring on the comm any time you're feeling lonely."

And unless Norton is in the middle of doing something (or someone), he'd probably be more than happy to come to Rawne's cabin or invite Rawne over to his own.