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Yes, they should kiss. They should kiss rather a lot and with that in mind, Bashir carefully, slowly eases the sound out of his cock, and then climbs Crais. He wants to press as much of his body against the other man, to kiss him and leave little sharp-toothed bites by his knee, his inner arm, the curve of his collarbone.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I want ...hng, I want you."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I want ...hng, I want you."
He flinches and shudders just a bit at the strange slide of the sound coming out, but that reaction is fleeting and it's immediately forgotten in favor of thoroughly, completely, and just a little excessively intensely probably, kissing Bashir.
"Good things we make plans in pencil," he murmurs, against Bashir's jaw. Then sharply nips it. "Willing to take your clothes off to have me?"
"Good things we make plans in pencil," he murmurs, against Bashir's jaw. Then sharply nips it. "Willing to take your clothes off to have me?"
Is it excessive? Bashir doesn't think so. In fact, he's quite sure that they should keep kissing. "Clothing is over-rated."
He could pull back and strip, but he's rather busy at the moment with Crais' mouth and a hand on his slick cock.
He could pull back and strip, but he's rather busy at the moment with Crais' mouth and a hand on his slick cock.
How he manages to roll his eyes while he's got Bashir's hand wrapped around his dick is a mystery that he does not have the answer to, but he does indeed roll his eyes.
"Hedonist," he grumps, and stops kissing Bashir long enough for him to work his hands around to work on getting Bashir's shirt untucked and pants loosened, at least. He wants more skin and intends to have it.
He's also rolling his hips just a little into Bashir's hand, in spite of himself. Because he can't not.
"Hedonist," he grumps, and stops kissing Bashir long enough for him to work his hands around to work on getting Bashir's shirt untucked and pants loosened, at least. He wants more skin and intends to have it.
He's also rolling his hips just a little into Bashir's hand, in spite of himself. Because he can't not.
Crais is rolling his eyes because he is overcome with lust. Obviously. Who wouldn't be when confronted with Bashir?
"I feel that I should argue the point, and yet --" Well, he's getting his shirt off and his pants undone while still trying to keep as much contact as possible. It's a true statement, but he feels obliged to debate the point.
"Next time, you should let me use the silicon one. Same feeling of strangeness, but you can move a little easier."
"I feel that I should argue the point, and yet --" Well, he's getting his shirt off and his pants undone while still trying to keep as much contact as possible. It's a true statement, but he feels obliged to debate the point.
"Next time, you should let me use the silicon one. Same feeling of strangeness, but you can move a little easier."
"We can talk toy design and materials, later. At the moment I am preoccupied with getting something much more realistic somewhere else, thank you." He bites Bashir's neck pointedly and then at least makes an attempt to roll them over so he's on top.
But only for the sake of getting Bashir's pants off.
But only for the sake of getting Bashir's pants off.
Why would you be in jail? Other than the usual reasons, of course.
Whatever your reasons, I'm glad that I don't need to bake a file into a cake for you.
I can make cookies, of a sort.
So it might need to be a small file.
So it might need to be a small file.
Mum's the word.
And thank you for letting me know.
And thank you for letting me know.
You do realize that there are no replicators here and, as yet, I haven't starved.
[ A bit later - ]
Thank him, I'd have probably forgotten.
[ He's capable of being self aware; up to now he's managed to keep Bashir generally informed despite himself, but it's been something of a Time.
The next bit, that he has to consider. He won't ask Bashir if anyone has accepted the offer he made on the broadcast, but - ]
If you need someone to vouch that you're trustworthy, and competent, I'm here.
[ He knows he wouldn't be the only one. But one more never hurts, particularly a grumpy submissive with high standards. ]
Thank him, I'd have probably forgotten.
[ He's capable of being self aware; up to now he's managed to keep Bashir generally informed despite himself, but it's been something of a Time.
The next bit, that he has to consider. He won't ask Bashir if anyone has accepted the offer he made on the broadcast, but - ]
If you need someone to vouch that you're trustworthy, and competent, I'm here.
[ He knows he wouldn't be the only one. But one more never hurts, particularly a grumpy submissive with high standards. ]
I am not about to win awards, but I can manage.
I am not one for an over-abundance of emotion, so you're welcome to read between the lines here: you are a good friend and I'm glad to know you.
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