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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"Our legs are going to get tired, standing like this," Dorrek muses.

“We could sit somewhere?” Gar suggests, glancing around the room and it feels so intimate being in the others room basically but there’s not really a lot of options on a spaceship and the privacy is beneficial anyway.

"The couch?" Dorrek asks, gesturing to it. Because the other option where they can be side by side is the bed, and he isn't going to offer that.

Gar nods and he pulls away from Dorrek a bit reluctantly so he can go to the couch. It's a good thing the bed hadn't been offered, Gar probably would have ended up getting a bit skittish then.

"Couch is good."

Once they're both there he'll close the distance again.

Good. Good that it's good. Dorrek sits too, and leans close to Gar. He should start, right? But where does he even put his hands like this?

Gar smiles at him again once the other sits down. He knows how hard it is to know what to do and just needing to do something.

“Just... don’t think too hard, Theo.”

With that he leans in to press another kiss to the others lips.

"Oh?" THeo asks, but it's lost because their lips are together then and it's sweet. Of course he leans into it, closer to the other man. Almost leaning over him now.

Gar just hums lightly into the kiss briefly. His hand coming up to the side of the other's face. He shifts closer to him, partly trying to let the other find his own footing in the moment.

Oh, that's good. Theo moved even closer, leaning more into that hand. One of them really needs to find a better answer to being close.

Gar wants to be closer, and he does have an answer but while they're kissing his mind is racing if it's too much if he'll just be embarrassed and rejected. It's a bit of an irrational fear but ti's there all the same. He can tell that Theo likes every touch he gives him and he figures he should go for it.

So without, breaking their kiss, Gar shifts over to straddle Theo's lap. It seems less overwhelming than pulling Theo on top of him and laying back to get closer. His free arm wraps around the back of the other's neck as he settled into the new position.

Oh. Oh fuck. He shivers as he puts his hands on Gar's hips. That was good. Beyond good. He can't help but moan into Gar's mouth. This was amazing. This was so good.

"Gar," he whispers as he pulls back to breathe a bit.

Gar shivers at the others moan. He brushed his fingers over the others neck. He feels a little breathless when their lips part for a moment.

“Mmm..?”

"You... are good here. Really good. Perfect size."

Gar smiles at Theo then and he’s kind of amused.

“This is really good.”

Oh dear, don't look a him like that. He's blushing all over again. Confident emperor? Nope. Just a nervous, inexperienced teen right now, flustered by all of this.

Gar leans in to kiss Theo again.

"Wow, did I make the great emperor speechless?" Gar can't help but tease him gently. And maybe he rolls his hips just a little to add to the teasing.

Well he can't just respond with words. So he just nods in agreement, and then...

"Oh god, don't do that again," he whispers, shivering. "It felt too good."

"It felt too good so you don't want me to do it?" Gar questions, but he does it again. "Are you sure?"

Gar bites his lip. "It's not even the best thing you can feel."

"If I make too many weird noises, then... then the guard might hear me."

And think he was being hurt. And burst in.

Gar frowns and he sighs. He supposed it’s more than just embarrassment at being caught...

“So we should stop, right?”

"I don't want to stop. You... make me feel so good," Theo admits, blushing. "And no one has ever treated me like this before."

"But you're worried about being caught doing this with me..." Gar says, his fingers idly playing with Theo's hair for the moment. "And if we keep kissing I am really going to want to touch you more and want you to touch me more..."

He's kind of already there.

"I'm worried someone might think you did this to me," Theo answers. But then... he looks to the door. To Gar's room. There's no guard there. He stands, picking up Gar in his arms as he does.

"I have a plan."

Gar's not sure the difference is all that much. He looks confused when he's pulled up into Theo's arms but he doesn't exactly protest. It's weird to be held and moved like this, though.

"What plan?" He wraps his arms tight around Theo's shoulders.

He could pick Gar up with a single hand. But he doesn't care to speak on that. He carries the man toward the door to his own room.

"I mean, we can just, you know, pick a different room."

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