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Ric climbs the stairs like he is a dying man in a desert and there is water at the top. Like he is an exhausted, dying man in a desert, which is more or less what he feels like. Exhausted. Half-dead. Not for the first time during the past month, he is incredibly grateful to how much of an ass Cable was throughout his teen years. Otherwise, he

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[gav_7]

The single thump against the door has Star upright, sword in hand and ready to fight.

Nothing follows for a moment. He pads over, peering through the spyhole.

Messy dark brown curls - growing back nicely from being hacked off short - and a familiar slump.

The sword is thumped into the ground and the door opened hurriedly. "Julio?" His arms are already open.

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Ric looks up into a bare chest, slightly dusted with red hair. That looks familiar. Oh. Right. 'Star.

"Hi," he says, and then, now missing the support of the door, completes his fall.

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Star catches Ric, dragging him in against his chest and holding him tight. And upright. "What is wrong, Julio? Are you injured?"

He holds Ric at arm's length, running a critical eye over him. He can't see any injuries.

"I have missed you, love."

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Ric nods. Then shakes his head. "Tired. Not injured. Tired. I hate Cable, you know? Fucking bastard. But a right bastard. Always right. Fucker." He throws his arms over 'Star's shoulders. "Fuck, I've missed you. Missed you. Missed you. Lots." He buries his face in 'Star's neck.

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Ric puts his knees on either side of 'Star's hips and curls his legs over 'Star's legs. He tangles his fingers in 'Star's hair, tilting his head to one side so he can continue nibbling up his column of neck, and slides his other hand down his chest, pausing to brush lightly at his nipple.

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Star fights the fingers in his hair - little more than a token resistance - before he gives, arching himself into Ric's body.

He catches Ric's left hand, forcing it to where he can see the scar he cut into Ric's flesh, closed and healed - closes his mouth over it in a not quite kiss, not quite bite.

Then slams the hand back into the bed and holds it there. "I almost miss the second set of hands at the moment. You are over dressed."

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Ric pushes his hips down so their jeans rub over each other, not quite enough for what's underneath. "Then do something about it," he hisses.

((Ligation's done. Got work to do. Will continue when I have time. *kisses*))

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"You have always been so pushy."

With a bit more force than strictly need, Star untangles them, sitting up to look at Ric. "Strip for me. You tell me everything I do is a show, well I want to see this time. Let me see you undress."

One thumb slides into the waist of Star's jeans. "And afterwards, I will do the same." A promise in that statement.

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Now means now. He pushes Ric's leg back, spreading him. He pumps his hand along himself, just the once to get slick - though it's tempting to touch again - and leans over Ric, just teasing to thrust into him.

He doesn't tease long, Ric won't take it. He pushes, whimpering softly as he slides until he can't.

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Ric screams -- he'd like to say he cries out in a manly fashion, but really he screams (but not like a girl, or at least not like any of the girls he knows, who only scream in rage) -- and shifts his hands to grip at 'Star's shoulders, hard enough to bruise if 'Star ever bruised for longer than half a minute.

He wants to say move, move, move damn you but can't remember the words, so he just pants and grips and hopes 'Star realizes that was a good scream, it was a damn good scream, and he should possibly do something to make him scream like that again. (But in a more manly way this time.)

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He takes the pause to kiss Ric again, because he's not going to do it once he gets Ric screaming. The first thrust is shallow, shifting against Ric's hips to make this good, good as he can.

He bites Ric's ear, sucking on the lobe. "Scream for me. Let go," whispered softly and then he thrsusts hard and once he does that he doesn't think anything in the world could make him stop.

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Then there is nothing in the world except 'Star, his weight, his scent, the feel of his skin, the aching thrusts inside of him.