runningred | movie night with Sherral

Jay's room has gotten bigger to include a large tv, a surround sound system and a very comfy looking couch with big cushions; the sort you can happily fit a few people or fall asleep on.

"Make yourself comfortable." Jay lays out the basket of steak pies, steamed veg with cheese and chunky roast root vegetables with bacon. All food that can be easily eaten with one hand. He puts A New Hope on and joins Sherral on the couch.

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fluffiest_archadian

"I will," Sherral agrees, and kisses Jay again, longer and deeper.

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runningred

Jay mutters something that might have been cinematic classics but it gets lost in his attempt to move them both into a more comfortable position for kissing. More kisses.

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral, not without some awkwardness, shifts about so that he's straddling Jay's lap, good hand settling on Jay's shoulder to keep himself stable.

(He's still not that stable, because having an arm in a sling is throwing his balance off something terrible.)

"I've got one eye on it, I promise" he assures Jay fondly in between kisses.

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runningred

Jay lifts and steadies him, offering Sherral supports as he shifts. The kisses make him moan softly, especially as Sherral settles in his lap. He strokes a gentle hand down Sherral's back, moving to kiss the curve of his neck. "How about we put it on later?"

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fluffiest_archadian

"That's a good idea," Sherral says agreeably.

He shrugs off the blanket draped around his shoulders, tilting his head to give Jay better access to his neck as a moan escapes him.

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runningred

Jay flails a little to find the remote, turning the movie off before tossed the remote away. He kisses his way down to the hollow of Sherral's neck and up to suck softly on the lobe of his ear.

Gods, Sherral gets him hot, but more than that, he feels... He sighs, holding Sherral close as he cups his cheek, bring Sherral into a deep kiss.

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral moans, kissing back, his hand sliding to the collar of Jay's shirt and tugging. With one hand and poor balance, he can't really pull it off, so he's left with just indicating that he'd like it elsewhere.

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runningred

Jay keeps his steady and laughs. "I think you better leave this to me." He leans back just far enough to ditch his shirt, before gently reaches for Sherral's do you want this off too?"

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fluffiest_archadian

"Aye," Sherral says, glancing down. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat. "This is frustrating. I can't even lift my arm."

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runningred

"Shh." Jay kisses Sherral softly. "Let me."

He helps Sherral out of his shirt, pooling it around his slinged elbow. With the care and gentleness of someone who knows how much a broken arm can hurt, his slides a hand in under Sherral's arm, supporting it on his own long enough to lift the sling aside and slide the sleeve of Sherral's shirt onto his own arm. Another careful slide and Sherral's shirtless and back in the sling.

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral watches, a little apprehensively, holding onto Jay with his free hand to keep himself steady.

"You're good at this," he remarks softly, when Jay's done.

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runningred

"My mentor once broke his arm in three places. I got a lot of practise helping him undress." He realises what he's said. "Not like this, of course."

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral laughs, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jay's mouth. "I'll be better soon, at least."

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runningred

Jay smiles and returns the kiss. One hand safely anchored around Sherral's waist, his fingers move gently over Sherral's skin, mapping the shape and extent of his injuries, memorizing where and where not to touch and seeking the places he knows make Sherral moan.

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fluffiest_archadian

From the looks of it, he has three deep (if healing rapidly) sword wounds across his torso, the last of them edging up his neck a little, along with a mottling of fading bruises. At the very least, the Archadian Army's healers are effective.

A few times Sherral hisses a little, just quietly, at Jay's fingers, but it passes quickly, and Sherral's eager to kiss back, moaning into the kiss softly.

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runningred

Jay answers each hiss with an apologetic kiss, stroking Sherral's back. "Tell me what you're up for?" Jay whispers softly, "Let me put the pain out of mind?"

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral hadn't really thought further ahead than craving intimacy (just plain craving Jay, even) to blot out the fact that he'd lost men again, that Nabudis was still coming back to haunt him, that a war that might be even worse than the last is coming.

"Fuck me," he murmurs to Jay, his voice a little rough.

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runningred

Jay kisses him hard again, cupping his jaw and panting hotly at Sherral's request. Getting both of them out of their pants without jostling Sherral's injuries too much is a challenge but he manages it somehow.

He leans Sherral against the deeply padded arm of the couch, kissing the inner curve of his thigh before swallowing him. He will fuck Sherral but he wants to hear him moan first.

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral tips his head back, letting out a loud moan, tangling his hand in Jay's hair. He pushes his hips up a little, biting his lip.

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runningred

Jay pulls off, teasing the tip with his tongue. "Don't hold back. You don't have to be quiet with me." He assure before taking him deep again, curling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks.

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fluffiest_archadian

Sherral swears loudly, bucking his hips upwards, his moaning rising in volume bit by bit as his hand curls tighter in Jay's hair.

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runningred

That's more like it! Jay teases Sherral mercilessly, drawing him out then easing back to let him catch his breath. His hands rove over Sherral's body, avoiding his injuries as he cups Sherral's hips to take him deeper.