Bunking Down Together

[Ryu]

Ryu’d hit his head against the upper bunk, his body sore from being crammed into the confined space that he used to think was an acceptable bunk. There wasn’t a groan coming from him though, just the small, feline smirk, and a confined stretch as dancing fingers pulled up the fly on his pants. The double thump of his heart had finally settled down, and as he simply laid there relaxing, the thinly rolled cigarette found its way to his lips, lighting without so much of a movement.

“You know, we may want to think about rewarding some of these men with better beds. It’s impossible to enjoy yourself when you’re trying not to get splinters in your skull.”

It was amazing that there had been such a breakdown of discipline upon this ship that a routine check had turned into sex. One moment, they were checking to see the rations stored next to the private quarters of the crew members. After that it was nothing more than flesh against flesh, the rhythmic pounding, and gasping and, quivering. Strike that, there wasn’t any quivering. Dynast didn't have that power over him yet.

Legs stretching out, hooking around the back of his 'partners' knee, crimson eyes peered up lazily as smoke wafted up to bend to the path of the wood above. "Unless of course, you just want to continue improvising."

[Dynast]

One of the best parts about this for Dynast always was that he could watch Ryu. With the expression of lust he always had, Dynast watched the read headed elf's face, what he could cause in the Ryu's expression and loving that they could share this pleasure so equally. Dynast slowly found couldn't help himself from smiling. Always in this position the dark haired Captian always found that there was that same smile on his lips. Not as condescending as a smirk, but always a subtle curve at the corners of his mouth, bemused or mischievous; the expression always muddled by the activity causing it.

They'd done this so many times by now, so many things they'd tried and a familiarity with the other's body set in stone. Hardly ever did Dynast spend so much time in the company of the same people. Let alone just one, but with him and Ryu both trapped together, linked by a pact and literally tied to the ship and to eachother, the advantages Dynast gained from so much experience with a single person were apparent.

By now the movements where never shy, and Dynast moved his hands with a confidence that could only speak of experience. Following Ryu, Dynast's hands found their way from Ryu's side up to the other's hair, sliding his finger's backward to toward the back of Ryu's head, liquid touch becoming solid as his fingers tangled in dark red locks. He felt a familiar heat growing within' him, emanating from somewhere inside him and radiating quickly throughout his responding body. Was the heat real? Was it a tangible feeling? Did the moment around them create it of was it that flickering flame of the lover above him.
Was there and heat left within him to replace the silence in his chest?

"Imposs'ble?" Teeth showing with his grin just barely showing eyeteeth ever so slightly pointed past the norm. "I wa'sure I felt your whole body quiv'r." Dynast pulled Ryu downward by his hair like a leash, closing his eyes as he felt their foreheads touch.

"Ya'njoyed yourself jus' fine."