hybrid_prince | For Garrrr

For Garrrr

They call it a gift when they bring it before the throne. Dorrek VIII, young emperor of the Skrull people, barely even bothered to pay any attention to the cloth covered box that was rolled up before the throne. These particular military leaders weren't much of ones that he cared for, and frankly while he was invested in the eventual journey to Earth and conquering it ~~as was his lofty and prophesied fate from long since before he was born~~, that didn't mean he cared too much about the recon team he had sent. They annoyed him, and sending them to a planet protected by 'heroes' had been meant as a punishment.

The 'gift' to get back into his good graces didn't seem likely to amuse him in any way. There was nothing intriguing about Earth. So the Emperor had ignored their simpering and scrapping before him. It was unbecoming of a Skrull to be anything other than strong and dominating warriors. Still, he cut off their rambling dialog and waved to one of his royal guard. K'lrt, ever the devoted servant, stepped forward and whipped the cloth off.

And Dorrek considered what was presented to him with a raised eyebrow. This, of course, was not what he'd been expected. He hadn't expected a living being.

"Where did you find it?" he asked in Skrull, continuing the conversation in his native tongue.

"It attempted to attack us," one of the generals, who was kneeling out of reach of the cage spoke. "It is more than it seems. Like Skrull, but not."

Intriguing. Dorrek gestured for the clear tank on wheels (with air holes of course), to be rolled closer. Let him better see this prize.

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Gar sighs and he drops his head against the other's shoulder as he looks up at him.

"I can't do that to you."

"It is either that or a guard. I cannot otherwise be certain that you are safe," Theo points out, exasperated.

"A guard... is fine, I guess," Gar finally relents.

"Beloved, I only wish to protect you. I know it's not what you want, but if you wish to stay, let me please make sure I can let you," Theo said, and he wanted to beg. The man deserved to be protected.

"I know, Theo. It's just difficult," Gar says, the memories of how things had first started of being imprisoned and not protected.

"I want to accommodate you, but protection and comofrt do not always go hand in hand."

In fact, they rarely do from his experience. He's not had a chance to be comfortable in a long time.

"I know and I don't want you to send me away again, Theo," Gar replies and he gives up on eating because well he'd had some so the hunger is more in the background of his mind.

"I'll do anything to stay with you."

Send him away? No, he doesn't think he wants to do that. He shifts to wrap his arms more firmly around the other man.

"I do not wish to lose you either, Gar. You warm my heart."

And frankly, his bed, but that's a lower priority.

Gar smiles and he rests his cheek against the other's shoulder as he lets the other hold him and it feels right to be in his arms again. He'd been so afraid that he'd never be close enough to him again.

"Then I'm sure you've been freezing lately."

"Just a bit," Theo agrees with a grin. The man was his heart, his warmth, his peace. "Perhaps you can help with that."

Gar presses a kiss to the side of the others neck. “You’re not warming up already?” He teases.

Theo actively picks Gar up and shifts him, just enough so that Gar could feel Theo hard under him.

"I am."

Gar makes a quiet sound of approval as he feels the other's hard cock and he presses himself down against it in a slow grind.

"I'd like to make you even warmer."

"I'd like to be warmer," Theo agrees. Yeah, this meal is pointless, isn't it?

He stands and carries Gar with him.

"Shall we retire to bed, my consort?"

Gar can always eat later but now he’s focused more on his reunion on with Theo. He wraps his legs around the other’s waist.

Before answering, Gar presses his lips to the other’s.

“Yes,” he laughs and it still is weird to be called a consort.

Oh, being his consort will mean more than Gar could fathom. It was truly a title of nobility.

Dorrek carries Gar forward, laying him out on the bed. Gar looked so good against the richness of the violet sheets.

"May I serve you as you deserve, my dear?"

Gar doesn’t very much know much about what it meant only the way it’s viewed back home through the modern lens. Still, at the moment, it doesn’t even matter because he’s with the love of his life again and no amount of space would keep them apart for long. He’d make sure of it. He licks his lips as he looks up at the other, his hand rubbing the sheets beneath him and they’re impossibly nice.

“Yes.”

He likes the sound of that.

Good. Very good. With permission granted Theo begins to undress himself, taking the more human appearance again, just for Gar. Once his own clothes are slowly discarded his hands move to make sure Gar is bare as well.

"You will tell me when I am not pleasing you enough, yes?"

Gar watches Theo happily as he undresses and starts on his own, though he’s very happy to let Theo help.. Gar has come to find himself attracted to Theo whether he looks more human or not.

“I don’t know if it’s possible for you to not please me enough.”

And here was Theo, just doing what he could, because he thought Gar had to like him more like this.

With Gar's body bare, he moves right there to wrap his mouth around Gar, starting to suck.

Gar would like Theo no matter what he looks like whether he changes or not and well there’s different appeals to both.

He bites his lip, watching the emperor moving between his legs. “Mm,” he moans when the others mouth wraps around his cock, fingers brushing through his hair.

Well, that was what it was. And pleasuring his lover was definitely worth it. But he smiles around hte other's cock and begins to bob. Delighting when his lover was pleasured was important to him. He let his tongue develop a bit of extra ridges to tease the man more.

The things that Theo could do were almost unfair in how good it was. Gar's hips rocked up into his mouth as the ridges sent tremors through him. He's pretty sure he might be the luckiest human ever to have gotten a blowjob.

Of course he is the luckiest. His partner, his lover, is an Emperor. Who was often more focused on serving the other man than he was in his own pleasure.

Theo chuckles and pops off of the other, smliing.

"Still good?"

It’s an unexpected thing as much as it had been the first time that Theo was so often focused more on making Gar feel good. It’s not what one would expect from an emperor. Still, Gar always does his fair share to make the other feel good too.

“So fucking good,” Gar says breathlessly as he rocks his hips up.

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