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Obscured by shadow, Thragg stood beside the window, a vast cold space stretching beyond imagination before his brown eyes. A sigh, calm and controlled flew past his lips when he finally felt the expected presence behind, pulling him out of deep thought.
“Sir.” A raspy voice traveled across the dim space. General Kregg planted his feet back onto the floor after he passed the threshold of the small room. It felt more- respectful, especially now, when The Grand Regent hasn't been acting like himself lately… Truth be told- none of them were. Not after something like that. But their leader seemed to be taking it especially bad, and that has become more worrying as the days went by.
The crimson cape extended to the right with a soft whoosh, falling as quickly in waves around a strong arm that then beckoned the other man closer with a simple curl of two fingers.
A few steps it took for General Kregg to stand by his Regent’s side. He glanced at the strong profile, powerful and stoic yet soft in the strangest ways, unmoving only for the thickly lashed eyes that searched for the answers in the stars beyond. And under a sudden flex of a muscle on the sharp jaw, the General’s eyes scurried away from the picture.
“Our numbers are sparse, and yet- I feel they will become even fewer…” Thragg trailed off, head tilting just enough so his sharp gaze can meet the other one's. “Not by defeat- by betrayal.” The word almost like venom stung on his tongue, the thick mustache twitching reflexively as he bore deeper into the man's face.
And before Kregg could respond The Grand Regent stepped back, circling him from behind, lingering.
“General Kregg, tell me...” The Regent erupted in a stern voice, his reflection in the window like a ghost just beside the shorter man. A reminder of his ever watchful presence.
His eyes dropped to the lines on Kregg's tense back. Index and pointer connected with the skin, moving in harmony up the spine, feeling each bump and ridge until the heavy hand rested on the nape. Long fingers reached as far as they could to wrap themselves around the neck from behind, pushing into the thin skin until they felt the quickening pulse beneath.
“I would not have to worry about you, would I?”
Kregg swallowed, feeling the air become heavier as the hand on his neck tightened. So easy it would be for Thragg to just snap it with the slightest of efforts, and that threat made something dark twist inside Kregg.
“Of course not, Grand Regent.” He let out, a little surprised by the question to his unwavering loyalty.
Thragg hummed with a deep rumble from within his chest, fingers kneading the warm flesh almost intimately as his steel mind continued to crack under the pressure. For days now, without direction and a proper way to unpack and recover from such a cataclysmic event, Thragg was pent up, irritated. His focus slipped as all that energy he was hoarding finally started to burst out. Proving that to himself mere seconds later when a strangled noise from the other man ripped him out of his buzzing thoughts.
The Regent’s grip loosened around the General’s neck, but not let go fully. And despite Kregg’s greedy inhale he would be lying if the subsiding pressure that built up to his jaw wasn’t making him yearn for more.
Thragg knit his eyebrows, dipping his head as he whispered against The General’s ear. “Good. Because then I would have to kill you…” He trailed off, lingering there where he could feel the heat radiating off of Kregg, quick pulse drumming against his fingers as the man stiffened beneath.“...you’re one of my best. I would really hate to do that.” The Regent tightened his grip once more to test, and after getting a pathetic open mouthed noise out of the man, his mind fully got clouded by strange desire, the release he's been itching for so long now. A mutual one clearly.
“Sir-” General Kregg choked out of breath but was cut off by a pull backwards as Thragg forced his head up, eyes meeting.
“Do not speak until asked, or have you something to object?” Thragg growled, deep brown eyes glossing over the state of his General. The expression of humiliating arousal visible on the lightly flushed face only made Thragg more excited to keep pushing him in such a way.
“No, Sir.” General Kregg admitted maybe a little too enthusiastically, trying not to focus on the way the man looked at him from above, and the way it made him feel inside. …and the way he wanted to be absolutely ravished by him in that moment.
The Grand Regent pushed him back, releasing his grip on the neck and observing how the man before him scrambled to pick up any pieces of his dignity left. With chest rising and face flushed, his muscles searching for that addictive contact again, he lost all his diligence in front of The Grant Regent and in different circumstances it would get him a reprimand, if not more.
But here, now, it was different. In the cramped dark room tucked away somewhere deep on the ship, away from prying eyes where the feelings so overwhelming, they allowed for the rules to be lifted just this once.
And so, Thragg advanced onto the man, pinning him between the creaking wall and himself. His strong body pressing against the General's back, rough hands groped the tense skin under the tight suit that left nothing to the imagination.
“Then prove your loyalty to me.” The Regent murmured into the crook of Kregg's neck, inhaling his scent as his fingers trailed down his body hungrily, self control slipping away fast.
And he did not have to wait long.
The way The General's ass backed up to meet his hips was the breaking point for Thragg. Sliding his hand down the side, down still until his fingers reached the curve of Kregg's ass and grabbed a fistful in such a hungry way it would surely leave marks.
General Kregg felt a sharp tug alongside the sound of his suit ripping. He bit his lip, suppressing a moan and arching into the touch when he was unceremoniously breached with a wet finger.
“Please- Sir.” A whine suddenly ripped out of him the moment the slick finger pushed into that sweet sweet spot, sending a spark of pleasure up his spine. His forehead hit the wall in frustration.
But the moment was over as fast as it started. Thragg growled as his impatience boiled over, soon retracting his invasive touch and spinning The General around with a swift motion. Hand on the shoulder, he brought the man down to his knees without objections.
Kregg cursed in his mind, left feeling empty and teased but if so was the Regent’s wish, he was glad to oblige. Reverting his focus on the task beforehand, his fingers splayed carefully over the chiseled abdomen, hooking under the grey skirt and pulling down to free Thragg’s soft cock.
Wetting his lips, Kregg wrapped his mouth around the warm skin, stroking the base with his hand. Heavy on his tongue, he eagerly swallowed more and more, feeling it swell under his care. He retracted and with lips around the tip, his tongue slipped between the thin of the man’s foreskin, swirling around the sensitive head and granting an approving noise out of The Regent.
General Kregg moved away, gaze fixed on the now fully erect cock before him, glistening with his saliva, strong, beautiful, gently curving to the left. A sight he'd burn into his head if he could.
Looking up at Thragg, he licked alongside the length, feeling the web of veins underneath the skin surging with hot blood as the man, like hypnotized, looked back at him.
He felt heavy fingers tangle in his short hair, guiding his head as he drove in again with more vigor, feeling his own neglected arousal starting to strain uncomfortably against the tight suit, but he tried to ignore it. There was a more important task before him that required his utmost attention.
The Grand Regent's composure was wavering as the pleasure intensified, soon he was setting a brutal pace that made the other man gag around him. And the way Kregg looked up at him with a watery eye, with drool dripping down his chin and his mouth full of cock. The scene so erotic, it messed with Thragg's head, making him greedy for more.
The General felt the man's climax approaching rapidly as the intensity increased. His fingers digging into the flesh of The Regent's muscular thighs as he braced himself to push through it. And with a last thrust so deep Kregg's nose was buried in the thick black hair, Thragg gripped the man's head, holding him there as he cummed down his throat in pulsating waves, a deep rumble escaping through his gritted teeth.
Kregg was released from the embrace, his head flying back like he just got burned. Gasping for air and swallowing all that got left before wiping the mess off his mouth with the back of his hand, he stayed on the floor, waiting for the next order.
“You've done well, General. You may attend to your own needs now.” With a light pink across his cheeks, Thragg spoke with a hint of satisfaction in his voice as he quickly tucked himself back in.
Kregg nodded his head and began to scramble off the floor to return to a private room but was suddenly stopped in the process.
“No. Here.” Thragg rumbled, gesturing at the floor as he stood before The General, hands folding behind his back, fully intending on watching.
General Kregg blinked few times, processing the order, his heart speeding up in his chest. Obliging of course, he sat there on his knees in front of his Regent and freed his straining erection. Hand wrapped around his cock, he started masturbating.
“Look at me.” Thragg commanded with low eyebrows, the display of submission before him fueling his own twisted desires as the man did what he was told.
And once their eyes met, they never separated, making Kregg's mind rush with perverted fantasies about them as he tightened his grip around the flushed length. His lips parted in contorted expressions of lust, becoming unapologetically vocal as he stopped holding onto any remains of his pride. Wanting to show how good he is for his Regent.
The thick black mustache twitched, something dark brewing under that stoic expression while he observed the desperate man make noises he never heard from him before, seeing that raw vulnerability right in front of him. Thinking of anything the man would not do for him, a devotion unlike any other. And Thragg was getting drunk on that power.
Kregg's rough finger rubbed vigorously against the slit of his cockhead, enticing the feeling further as he chased his climax. His free hand itching to reach behind where the heat was pooling down and his muscles flexed involuntarily, begging for the promised pressure that was cut prematurely.
With a breathy groan escaping his lips, General Kregg knit his eyebrows as he struggled to maintain control over his body. The wet sloppy noises filling his ears made the heat prickle at his face and he started pumping fast.
Suddenly when Thragg's eyes dropped down in-between the man's legs, it was enough confirmation for The General to let go. His hips bucked upwards when he released the built up tension in a silent spasm. An uncontrolled white string shot out of him, dropping onto the floor dangerously close to The Regent's boots, like an offering. Panting, Kregg hung his head low, finally allowed to break the penetrating eye contact he thought he'd go crazy from.
After a calm moment, a heavy step took General Kregg out of his swirling thoughts. Feeling warm fingers under his chin pull his head up, his eyes glossed over the prominent bulge behind the long skirt as they went up across Thragg's body, until they reunited with the familiar brown eyes at the very end.
With an unreadable expression across his face The Grand Regent stroked the edge of the man's sharp jaw once before whispering. “Get up.”
Meeting at eye level once more, The Regent took an unsteady step forward, as if asking silently for permission. Because despite the recent release, he was still unsatisfied, that fire inside him not put out completely. But that was his own problem now, and he would not subject the man to more than he'd be comfortable with. Trust went both ways.
Kregg's hands reached out, sliding up the grey viltrum logo on Thragg's red suit, the skin so warm under the thin material as his fingertips trailed the curves of the defined chest. Despite just releasing himself, The General still felt the need deep within him and if he did not got thoroughly fucked by The Grand Regent right now he would not forgive himself, hating a task left unfinished.
The Regent noticed the subtle softness on the man's face. The way Kregg's eye trailed over Thragg's body, the same way someone would reminiscing a bittersweet memory. Something completely different from the other countless times their eyes locked, be it a glance as they passed eachother in hallways or when a simple look communicated an order during battle.
And when that gaze met his, Thragg got the silent answer to his silent question.
He pushed lightly, his imposing form casting a shadow over The General as he backed him further into the dim room until they hit a stop, a big soft spot. And with a sudden shove, Kregg's back hit a plush crimson bed.
Feeling a grip under his knees, General Kregg was pulled to the edge of it. The Regent let his long skirt fall to the ground, exposing his lower body completely. Powerful long legs with sparse dark hair adoring the whole length. Muscles flexed under the pale skin as he stepped in-between the man's legs and started grinding his hardening dick against Kregg's ass. Soft grunts escaped his lips when the flush tip threatened to slip past the tight ring of muscle each time he bucked up, holding the man firmly by the waist and watching him squirm below so eagerly.
Kregg parted his legs slightly more, giving the man more access and his hands flew up to meet the strong shoulders, pulling the furry cape off Thragg's back and letting it fall to the side with a soft thud.
Looking down, The Regent suddenly couldn't hold any longer and he backed away, his itchy hands snapped down to rip the hole in the suit wider on the man's crotch, exposing him completely. He cupped Kregg's ass, thumbs pulled the skin apart until a soft pink hole stretched lightly before him, contracting with anticipation. Thragg parted his lips and let a thick string of saliva slowly fall down onto the warm flesh, thumb pushing in what didn't make it inside, forcing a breathy moan out of General Kregg in response.
Arching off the bed abruptly, Kregg was left breathless for just a moment when he felt his insides push aside forcefully, making room for the sudden girthy invasion he was not properly prepared for. But despite his discomfort, or maybe because of- his arousal resurfaced, his dick twitching with newfound excitement as the perpetrator started to move inside him, making him choke out another pleased whine.
Thragg put a heavy hand on the man's anxious abdomen, feeling the gentle bulge he was creating when he bottomed out inside Kregg. His hand slid up to the chest and pushed the man lightly into the mattress, speeding up just so. His nose wrinkled as his cock was being choked by the tight asshole, the sensation almost overwhelming his senses. With a free hand he wrapped his fingers around The General's flushed length, stroking him in the rhythm of his thrusts.
The man squirmed beneath, fingers gripping the meaty forearm desperately to ground himself while slowly getting used to the stretch, feeling so full already. He tilted his head forward and with parted lips observed Thragg's abs flexing so beautifully with each snap of hips as the thick length disappeared inside him.
The Grand Regent soon slid his hands down and gripped the man's thighs, forcing his ass higher. He then leaned over his General completely, burying his face in the crook of the man's neck as he slowly drove in deep then retracted completely with a wet pop, murmuring in a wavering voice as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in this intimate moment.
“You’re the only I can truly trust.” He breathed out, black mustache tickling the side of Kregg's neck as his forehead rolled gently against the hot skin, almost like a cat rubbing his scent on somebody.
Kregg wrapped his arms around the man's back, holding him close and tight while the pleasure overcame him. “ah- You're the Empire I swore to be loyal to- without you It doesn't mean anything.”
He mumbled out, the maddening pace making his eye roll into the back of his skull. Quiet whines slipped past his quivering lip when that thick cock rammed against his prostate with each deliberate thrust.
Speeding up for the last time, Thragg leaned away just to face his General. With eyes even darker as the pupil dilated and face flushed and unlike his usual collected expression, The Regent whispered, feeling at the very edge.
“Come for me, Kregg.”
Thragg clashed his lips with Kregg's, swallowing the man's moan as he buried himself balls deep. Hips snapped forward erratically when he came for the second time, flooding the snug insides with his hot release while the climax ripped through him, more powerful than the previous.
Kregg's hands flew up to grasp the sides of The Regent’s face in surprise when he felt the man's tongue pushing past his lips desperately. The pressure soon became too overwhelming and his muscles spasmed at once as he too, followed his Leader. Uncontrollably tightening around Thragg's cock he milked it to the last drop while the man continued to ram into him relentlessly, fucking the cum out of him with each sloppy snap.
Grazing his teeth against Kregg's lower lip as he pulled away from the kiss, Thragg panted against the side of the man's flushed face, halting all of his movements when his body burned too hot suddenly. He pulled out slowly, letting out a deep groan from the now overstimulating contact.
With flexed arms he lifted himself up from the man. His chest worked fast as he exhaled through his nose, looking down at the equally exhausted man. The only one who can ease him, one he can expose his most raw side to without any judgement, now laying beneath him in a state of bliss so captivating, it made something warm stir inside Thragg's chest.
After a silent beat, he collapsed next to the man, the heavy body caving into the mattress with a thud, Thragg's chest rose rapidly as the exhaustion took him, more so the emotional one.
He murmured something with his face half squished into a soft pillow- not even expecting Kregg to understand, and extended his arm over to the man, fingertips trailing against the warm abdomen, not even caring about the slimy liquid that spilt there just moments before as he hooked his arm around Kregg lazily.
The General turned his head in slight surprise, his breathing returning to normal when he came off the high himself.
Feeling warmer from the gesture, in a different way completely he gave in- scooching over. He pressed his back flush against Thragg's broad chest, feeling the man reciprocate immediately with a tight arm around him, pulling them even closer together.
“Do you feel better, Sir?”
“Mhhh.”
Passing a silent chuckle, General Kregg closed his eye, also finally feeling content.
They let themselves enjoy the rare slow moment before the inevitable return to the important matters.