Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 25
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December 1 2015, 11:29:36 UTC
When Terrence woke up, the immediate thing that caught his attention was how at ease he felt. He could only describe how he felt as: amazing. It felt like the weight of an entire galaxy had just been lifted off of his neck. let alone his shoulders. Even with the slight hangover he had, he felt on top of the world.
Opening his eyes, greeted him to the sight of Tarquin’s neck. As Terrence slowly became aware of his own limbs again, he realized that he was lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around his neck, and Tarquin had kept him secured to his body with a heavy hand on one of the globes of his ass. He also became aware of another limb. His dick was hard and rubbing against the hide, thankfully not the plates, of Tarquin’s lower stomach.
Looking to the side, in the direction of a window, showed that the day cycle had yet to begin. It was still fairly dark on the Presidium. His slight movement must have grabbed Tarquin’s attention, because he stretched his legs a little before spreading them further and holding Terrence tighter to his body.
“It’s 4:56. You’ve only slept for about three hours. Is that normal for humans?” Tarquin said, his own voice low.
“Eight or nine hours is the norm for a civilian. Four to six in the military. I feel good though,” Terrence said.
“Do you mind letting me go and use the bathroom? I need to piss,” Terrence said, already feeling apologetic that he’d have to break their close contact.
As Tarquin raised his hand and sat up, Terrence slid over to the side of the bed and stood up. His hangover finally really hit him then, a sharp jab of pain through his temple that made him stumble a little.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled.
Ignoring Tarquin’s quiet chuckle, he slowly ambled his way to the partitioned area in the front room with the shower. In the partition, there was a sink next to the shower along with an assortment of toiletries in a stylish cabinet display that spanned the entire wall. After dealing with his bladder, he went back to the toiletry rack. Most of the products he didn’t recognize, quickly ignoring them, one by one, until he found the rows containing human (or asari?) toiletries. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before staring at his naked body in the mirror. There was something different.
He was a good-looking guy. A little on the pretty side, but he was slowing growing out of that. Tall - on the lanky side, but he had some nice muscles. He’d have to cut his hair soon, with how his hair was starting to curl. Hopefully Pressly wouldn’t have to cut it again, as the man was a disaster with a pair of clippers. There was also the added problem that they didn’t like each other. Terrence still suspected that he’d ruined his hair out of spite. Chakwas had had to to fix his hairline since she was the only person he really got on with aside from Anderson. Focussing more on his face, he saw it. He’d never been a smiler, more of a frowner. It looked strange to see the tiny upwards curl on his lips. ‘Resting bitch face nigga’ as Elise, one of the members of the Reds he missed the most, had affectionately nicknamed him. His pride had ended up being rankled for years when that stuck. He laughed a little in memory, stood a little taller, and walked back to the bedroom.
Tarquin immediately closed his omnitool upon seeing him and opened his arms in question. Terrence slid into his embrace, smirking when he felt Tarquin’s hand rest on his ass again.
Terrence buried his face back in the soft hide, and it was hard to believe that any part of his body was soft, of Tarquin’s neck with a low sigh, once more enjoying the feeling of the heat of his body against his own. Tarquin gave a low groan of his own, the barest hint of a growl emerging, and the vibrations of his multi-tonal voice were pleasant enough to encourage Terrence to close his eyes. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but being able to just lay here, on top of Tarquin, and just enjoy the feeling of another person with him, caring for him, was something he was going to take full advantage of.
Opening his eyes, greeted him to the sight of Tarquin’s neck. As Terrence slowly became aware of his own limbs again, he realized that he was lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around his neck, and Tarquin had kept him secured to his body with a heavy hand on one of the globes of his ass. He also became aware of another limb. His dick was hard and rubbing against the hide, thankfully not the plates, of Tarquin’s lower stomach.
Looking to the side, in the direction of a window, showed that the day cycle had yet to begin. It was still fairly dark on the Presidium. His slight movement must have grabbed Tarquin’s attention, because he stretched his legs a little before spreading them further and holding Terrence tighter to his body.
“It’s 4:56. You’ve only slept for about three hours. Is that normal for humans?” Tarquin said, his own voice low.
“Eight or nine hours is the norm for a civilian. Four to six in the military. I feel good though,” Terrence said.
“Do you mind letting me go and use the bathroom? I need to piss,” Terrence said, already feeling apologetic that he’d have to break their close contact.
As Tarquin raised his hand and sat up, Terrence slid over to the side of the bed and stood up. His hangover finally really hit him then, a sharp jab of pain through his temple that made him stumble a little.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled.
Ignoring Tarquin’s quiet chuckle, he slowly ambled his way to the partitioned area in the front room with the shower. In the partition, there was a sink next to the shower along with an assortment of toiletries in a stylish cabinet display that spanned the entire wall. After dealing with his bladder, he went back to the toiletry rack. Most of the products he didn’t recognize, quickly ignoring them, one by one, until he found the rows containing human (or asari?) toiletries. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before staring at his naked body in the mirror. There was something different.
He was a good-looking guy. A little on the pretty side, but he was slowing growing out of that. Tall - on the lanky side, but he had some nice muscles. He’d have to cut his hair soon, with how his hair was starting to curl. Hopefully Pressly wouldn’t have to cut it again, as the man was a disaster with a pair of clippers. There was also the added problem that they didn’t like each other. Terrence still suspected that he’d ruined his hair out of spite. Chakwas had had to to fix his hairline since she was the only person he really got on with aside from Anderson.
Focussing more on his face, he saw it. He’d never been a smiler, more of a frowner. It looked strange to see the tiny upwards curl on his lips. ‘Resting bitch face nigga’ as Elise, one of the members of the Reds he missed the most, had affectionately nicknamed him. His pride had ended up being rankled for years when that stuck. He laughed a little in memory, stood a little taller, and walked back to the bedroom.
Tarquin immediately closed his omnitool upon seeing him and opened his arms in question. Terrence slid into his embrace, smirking when he felt Tarquin’s hand rest on his ass again.
Terrence buried his face back in the soft hide, and it was hard to believe that any part of his body was soft, of Tarquin’s neck with a low sigh, once more enjoying the feeling of the heat of his body against his own. Tarquin gave a low groan of his own, the barest hint of a growl emerging, and the vibrations of his multi-tonal voice were pleasant enough to encourage Terrence to close his eyes. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but being able to just lay here, on top of Tarquin, and just enjoy the feeling of another person with him, caring for him, was something he was going to take full advantage of.
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