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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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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."

Even if he could there’s still something unsettling being carried when you’re not used to it but he likes it too.

“And no one will notice?”

"I don't think they will, provided we're not in here by the time breakfast rolls around."

After all, he had a private bathroom and when someone came for the food they would assume he was there.

"But I want to be sure you want it."

“Why wouldn’t you already be sure?”

It had been Gar who had started the whole thing after all.

Because Gar's got it in his head that he's probably forcing himself on the other guy a lot.

"Just give me a yes or a no?"

Gar drops his head against Theo’s shoulder. Things will probably not ever be simple between them.

“Yes.”

Never, never ever simple. But he nods and heads toward Gar's door, getting them there in a few long strides.

"Get the doorknob for me."

Gar hums his agreement and reaches to grab the door pushing it open for Theo. Even before their through the door he’s pressing kisses along the side of his neck, a bit impatient to pick things back up.

The Emperor makes another little whining moan over the pleasure from the kisses. Damn but Gar is messing with him. He carries the man right to the bed and drops him on it, frowning down at him.

"I don't know what to do with you from here."

Gar sits up once he’s dropped on the bed, only so he could grab the others wrist to pull him down over the top of him as he laid back.

“Just do what feels good,” he said, really hoping he’s not too forward as he reached to brush his fingers through his hair again guiding him into another kiss.

Well, he is definitely strong enough not to get pulled down but he definitely lets himself. But another kiss is good. Fingers in his hair is good. Ultimately Gar is the guiding one here, and it takes Theo a few moments to find a good place to join him on the bed. IT's awkward and straddling him seems... too much.

Gar lets Theo find a place he’s comfortable. His fingers slide through the others hair again. They’re close again, he can feel the heat from the others body. He enjoys that as much as he enjoys deepening the kiss again so he can taste Theo more. This feels perfect.

It doesn't feel perfect, but it does feel damn good. He decides to bypass the need to breathe too. He just shifts so that his sides are, like, gills, so he can breathe and keep kissing Gar at the same time. Isn't this amazing? Tell him he's amazing.

Yeah. Theo is really amazing and at first Gar doesn't know what he's doing. He's getting breaths quickly or through his nose so he can keep going. His fingers buried against the other's scalp. When he draws away again it's to really take a deep breath, his forehead pressing against the other's.

"You learn pretty quick."

"Learning quickly was vital to survival when I was young," Theo admits, his mouth moving to press against Gar's neck. It just FEELS RIGHT to do that.

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