He struggled out of his boots and waistcoat, just starting to unwind his ascot when big hands hooked into his waistband and yanked him across the bed. Orin tugged his trousers off without bothering with the fastenings. The harsh scrape of canvas down Ari’s hips and thighs only served to sensitize his skin, every nerve ending wide awake and screaming for attention.
Ari redoubled his efforts, removing his shirt at record speed as Orin made quick work of his drawers. His hands slowed as he took in the sight of Ari splayed across the bed in only his stockings, one thick finger working under his right garter until the silk ribbon bit into the soft flesh of Ari’s thigh.
Orin’s tongue traced the length of his bottom lip as he drank in Ari carefully untying his garters and rolling down his stockings. His lips worked around words that remained mostly silent, a few escaping here and there in a roughly whispered litany of filthy praise.
Ari’s gaze caught on the thick length of Orin’s cock protruding from his open trousers, gleaming wet at the tip. He reached out before the thought was fully formed and wrapped his hands around it with a soft squeeze. Orin fell onto his elbows above him with a groan, kicking his trousers off the rest of the way.
The muscles of his arm bulged in a manner Ari would definitely be revisiting in his memory as Orin worked an arm under his back and lifted him to the center of the bed.
Orin’s kiss was deep and urgent and yet so achingly gentle Ari felt raw from it. Words and emotions that had no place in their situation welled up inside him until his entire body ached with the effort of containing it all.
Orin kept his focus on him, his face filled to the brim with answering emotion, teeth clenched against the words that spilled out of him in staccato bursts of reluctant poetry.
Ari arched into the work-rough hands that ran up and down his torso as Orin dipped his head to lick at his small pink nipples, his eyes flashing up at him when Ari gasped against the pull of teeth.
Ari wove his fingers through the soft waves of Orin’s hair, then caught and pulled, earning a startled grunt as Ari used his hold to pull Orin’s face back up to his.
Ari’s kiss had all of the depth and urgency of Orin’s with none of the gentleness, abandoning soft licks to bite at Orin’s lips and suck hard around his tongue when it emerged to erase the sting.
The sound Orin made at that hit Ari’s bloodstream like a drug, sending him writhing and frantic, hands scratching down Orin’s back and up through the hair across his chest.
Orin pushed up onto his elbows, bruised lips slick. Ari stretched to lick at them until Orin pinned him down with a gentle hand that spanned his chest from nipple to nipple.
“Alright, now. You’re gonna burn a hole clean through my bed like this. Why don’t you just tell me what you need? Anything you want, beautiful.”
Ari twisted, lifting his hips to rub his cock against Orin’s stomach until Orin held him firmly against the bed with the opposite hand on his hip. He whined against the immobility but something released inside him at the sensation of security all the same.
He tilted his head up to meet Orin’s patient gaze as he slid his hands restlessly up the length of Orin’s arms to hook over his shoulders.
“I just. I wish I could. I want to be closer to you. Even. Even closer than we are now, if that were possible.”
Orin’s eyes flared with heat. His voice dropped low to rumble all the way through Ari’s bones to settle somewhere beneath his rib cage. “We could, if you wanted. Do you know, baby? Tell me you know. I could be all the way inside you, right here.”
He dropped his hand between Ari’s thighs, the soft weight of Ari’s testicles lifted by his thick wrist as the rough pad of Orin’s finger gently nudged over the entrance to his body. Ari gasped and writhed, unsure if he was trying to escape or get closer. Orin added the tiniest amount of pressure to his fingertip before he took his hand away, returning it to Ari’s hip unconcernedly as if he had not just turned Ari’s brain inside out.
Orin carefully regarded Ari’s shocked face.
“Now, we don’t gotta do nothing you don’t wanna do. There’s nothing I need from you but for you to tell me what you want. I got no expectations, alright?”
Ari nodded distractedly and pushed up against the hand holding his hips with a whine.
Orin kissed the tip of his nose. “Good. Now why don’t you tell me what you want, gorgeous?”
Ari wrapped his arms around Orin’s neck and tugged him down to nibble on the stubble lining his jaw. Orin hummed contentedly as Ari mumbled against the soft skin behind his ear.
“What’s that, baby?”
Ari pulled back to look Orin in the eye.
“Everything. I said I wanted everything.”
Orin’s nostrils flared as his hands shifted and tightened their grip on Ari’s body.
“Fuck yes. I’m gonna make you lose your rusted mind, sugar.”
Ari was busy thinking of a retort to that when Orin broke free of his hold and dropped down to kneel between Ari’s spread knees.
The skin of Orin’s palms might have been rough, but his grip on Ari’s thighs was softer than silk as he slowly urged them farther open, broad thumbs gliding up behind Ari’s knees to bring them close to his chest.
“Can you hold these up for me, beautiful?”
Ari might have breathed an affirmative answer, but he couldn’t hear himself over the thundering rush of his own heartbeat as he slipped trembling hands behind his knees. He transcended the need to blink when Orin leaned down to lay a burning trail of kisses along the back of his thighs, his hands framing Ari’s ass.
Ari let out a strangled gasp when Orin swept his tongue over the sensitive patch of skin behind his testicles, the scratch of stubble rough and sweet along his crease as he kissed his way down and down and down, until…
There.
Orin kissed Ari’s hole the same way he kissed his mouth, with devoted attention and a forceful mastery softened around the edges by his innate gentleness.
He eased back, red-faced and panting, to check on Ari.
“This alright?”
Ari nodded, choking hopelessly around the words he wanted to say, pleas and promises tangling together in his throat.
Orin seemed to hear them anyway, dimples popping before he dipped his head back down.
Ari’s entire focus narrowed to the tiny knot of muscle as Orin’s tongue traced secret patterns over and around and—Oh, Stars!—in. Ari opened around his tongue as Orin pressed relentlessly against him, slick and strong and inescapable. He worked him in an alternating rhythm of firm and fluttering strokes, pushing in and sucking back until Ari was floating.
His legs started to shake, the skin behind his knees growing slick with sweat as he struggled to hold them up with unsteady hands.
Orin sat up on his knees to suck his finger into his mouth. He observed Ari’s face as he lowered his hand down to where Ari was slick and open from his kisses, guiding the tip of his finger just inside.
“You want this, sweetheart? You want me inside you?”
Ari didn’t nod so much as toss his head wildly against the pillows, voice gone so high and breathy he didn’t recognize himself. “Yes. You. Just you. Orin. Please.”
Something shuddered through Orin at that, licking flames into his eyes as they dropped down from Ari’s face to study what he was doing with the kind of focus Ari had only witnessed him devoting to the ship’s controls.