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[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.

[major_rawne]

He shivers pleasantly at the sensation of fingers in his hair. "I'll take you up on that. It's been... dunno how many years."

And him being right across the hall makes it easy.

[pharadyne]

"Why so long? I can't imagine it's because of lack of opportunity. I'm sure someone with your looks would be able to find a willing partner sooner if you'd wanted."

He doesn't know anything about Rawne and so now's a good time to ask, while they're comfortable and relaxed.

[major_rawne]

He shakes his head. "Not that. I just... I didn't have time for a while and sex was... it didn't seem important. I had other things to worry about."

He's pretty sure just dumping the destruction of his home planet on Norton is not pillow talk.

[pharadyne]

"Not important?" Norton giggles at that. Yes, maybe not something he thinks about while running for his life being chased by aliens, or rushing to beat a deadline to prevent the end of the world. But aside from that, Norton's always found time for sex.

"Oh well, different priorities, I suppose."

[major_rawne]

"Yeah. I saw sex, friendship, emotions, all that as weaknesses. I was... a paranoid asshole, really. It took coming here to break me out of that."

[pharadyne]

"It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you."

His hand drifts down from Rawne's hair to lightly cup his cheek.

"Were they out to get you?"

[major_rawne]

He nuzzles into Norton's hand before he could stop himself. "Some were. Some for good reason. Some were because I was out for them, too."

[pharadyne]

"I can't blame you. I always take it rather personally when someone's trying to harm me, whatever their reason."

[major_rawne]

"It does shit all over your day, doesn't it?"

[pharadyne]

"I imagine it happens to you a lot, being a soldier. Having people try to kill you is basically part of the job description." His fingers seek out one of the scars he felt earlier and traces along it.

[major_rawne]

"The enemy is often doing that, yes. Though I usually don't take that personally. It's not like they hate me in particular." Just the Imperium in general.

[pharadyne]

"Did the paranoia stem from something...closer to home, then? Something that was personal?"

His eyes flick down to Rawne's lips as he contemplates kissing him again, but not before Rawne has had a chance to answer.

[major_rawne]

He sighs. "I was a criminal. A lot of people didn't like that. And... I made my vendetta against my commanding officer very well known. I didn't want him to get me first."

[pharadyne]

"Mmm, problems with the boss are the worst. Especially when your boss might literally kill you."

Norton has a bit of experience with that.

"What was your crime?"

[major_rawne]

"He could do it for no reason at all, too. He's a commissar, that's their purpose," he says, "I was a black marketeer. Smuggler. That shit."