[Maul had previously made a comment regarding his age that it meant that he was experienced, and that was true. Now was the time to lay some of those skills on the table as their lips came together. In this, he was definitely starting as the aggressor with how much pressure he placed, like he wanted to bring Maul back to reality with a bit of pain.
Maybe that was even more true when he parted his lips enough that he could make a go at trying to seize Maul's lower lip between his lips then his teeth to gnaw with more threat than pressure. He didn't know what he had been expecting Maul to taste like, but this was pleasant.
Another side effect of being close to him was that he absorbed heat. His lips were cold at first but once they had contact with Maul's lips, they warmed. The same went for his face and any exposed skin.
That purring was a good reward, an audible justification for his choice to take his mask off in the first place. Apparently Maul approved. Good because he had already decided there would be no take backs on his part. He wanted this to be a strong sign that he was dedicated to this weirdly healthy relationship they had developed so far.]
[He could feel Reaper's cold lips warming as they kissed his again and again. He sighed into the man's mouth as he felt the pressure of his teeth against his own tattooed lips. There was a whole host of sounds he was making now.
While he didn't have any lower equipment to speak of, he could still experience a physical reaction on the half he did possess. He dropped Reaper's mask, one hand coming to rest on his chest.
With a predatory growl, he backed up a little, and then pounced on Reaper with all the force he could, knocking him straight through the wall with the force of his tackle. Really, it wasn't a good sexual encounter between them unless a few walls ended up with holes in them.
He was going to enjoy this greatly. Maul hadn't had sex in thirteen years, and by the Force, that was a lot of pent-up horniness that needed to be released.]
[It wasn't as if they were soft men, not by any stretch of the imagination. They had been patient with each other aside from physical 'sparring' that they often engaged in, and beyond some teasing, they had behaved themselves regarding intimacy. It was time to change that, if all the revelations were coming on such a putrid holiday.
His mask hit the floor and then dissolved to black smoke, and he released Maul without a fight. Too far? Not enough? His expression was shrewd and considering, but that didn't last long as Maul flew at him.
His hands rose as if to shove the Zabrak away, but they instead settled on Maul's waist as he careened backwards through one of the living room walls and into one of the small bedrooms that was mostly empty of any furniture. He landed on his back, sliding along the floor for a few feet.
One hand rose to stroke his fingers gloved fingers along the base of one of Maul's horns.]
That attracted to my face, is it? Or does any affection get you throwing people through walls?
[Maul had landed on top of Reaper when he landed. His claws had a bruising, hard hold upon his boyfriend. He was gonna leave as many marks on Reaper as he possibly could. His horns could definitely be an erogenous zone when he was with the right partner and Reaper had the magic touch when it came to making him feel good. The purr continued, making his voice rumble as he spoke.]
No, you're just special. Who else would let me leave marks after biting them?
[Speaking of which....Maul leaned down, sinking his teeth into Reaper's chest, even though he was still clothed. Well, he wouldn't be for long if Maul had his way. He straddled Reaper as he took off his own clothes.]
[He shuddered under both Maul's weight and those claws, which definitely came in handy for bruising and scratching him up. He paused to pull off his own gloves, dropping them to the side so his own blackened fingers could really get in around those horns that always seemed the fastest way to make Maul melt sometimes. Right now, it just increased the volume of his boyfriend's purring, which he could appreciate and use as encouragement to stroke where bone met skin.]
Some don't have a choice I imagine. I simply choose to let you mark me up as you see fit. Point of claim and pride.
[He wasn't ashamed of admitting it. Maybe it was unhealthy, but he had far worse modes of doing things. Besides, they both knew they were there lurking under his layers of clothing, which was part of the thrill of it. Besides, he gave as good as he received.
He groaned, his eyes closing at the feel of teeth pinching cloth and digging into skin and his bare hand stroked along the back of Maul's head in reply.
Yet, he growled when Maul seemed in a hurry to get naked and he seized those wrists hard enough to bruise. His red eyes narrowed and his expression hardened.]
You will not deny me this...
[And it was his turn to grab Maul's clothing and either pull or tear it right off the Zabrak's body. It required him to sit up a little to peel the material off of Maul's shoulders, but it also provided an opportunity for his mouth to find smooth neck to nip and suck upon. Maul tasted... good, real good. Better than anyone had a right to.]
Claiming is important among Nightkin. We're all about making sure that the rest of the galaxy knows exactly who our mates are.
[Zabraks were predators by nature and so they mixed fighting and pleasure quite a bit. Maul may not have grown up with his people but he still had bone-deep instincts that just couldn't be ignored. This was one of them.
He groaned in pleasure as Reaper's fingers stroked his horns. Though he can no longer have a true physical reaction below the waist, he still had a strange sensation of phantom pleasure, and the upper half was still more than capable of reacting.
There was something quite thrilling in Reaper's take-charge nature, so Maul let him do just that. Reaper got to rip the clothes off of him, leaving Maul bare-chested and his cybernetic legs bare. He tilted his head to the side to provide Reaper better access to his neck so that he could feel those teeth and tongue. He closed his eyes, a sound that was a mixture of a groan and growl escaping his mouth. Force but he could get used to this.]
[Reaper made a soft amused disbelieving noise. It was Christmas, Maul!]
Is that what you're going to be calling me from now on after today? Your mate?
[Wasn't that just a strange concept to consider despite the fact that it was true if they went as far as it seemed they were going to be. They hadn't discussed the mating practices of Maul's race before, and now was definitely not the time where he was going to put the brakes on to find out. That was going to have to be pillow talk because this was happening.
His mouth was still against Maul's neck, scraping with teeth before kissing or sucking on the red and tattooed skin. He continued on with that even as his coat and body armour seemed to pull away in curls of smoke so he was left in nothing more than a black compression shirt and his combat fatigues. His fingers dragged down the length of Maul's back then hit where those prosthetic hips met flesh.
He was not offended or turned off by Maul's inability to physically show the usual reactions. Those sounds were indication enough of the Zabrak's pleasure and neediness. His fingers dragged around the fill circumference of the prosthetic, stroking where flesh met metal before he made a point of dropping them to grasp and hike up where Maul's ass should have been, all the while biting and kissing his way to Maul's lips.]
[There was a reason he hadn't put any labels on what he and Reaper was. It kept things from being too solid between them, but who was he kidding? Here he was spending his Christmas with the man purely because he wanted to be with him as much as possible.
He bit down on his lower lip, his entire upper body reacting to the touch of Reaper's fingers all over his flesh. Most people didn't realize how much could be done even if there wasn't the right equipment to still use. He could feel himself reacting to the touch, something he'd so long been deprived of.
Then he reached down, mindful of his claws. Much as he was sure Reaper liked having marks, he was sure no man was going to like slash marks all over his dick. He pulled down the combat fatigues, grabbing Reaper's dick and stroking it. He still had hands and a mouth, so that was enough to make sure that his lover's pleasure would be taken care of.]
So... having sex will earn me the title? Or does it involve some other physical trials?
[He wasn't entirely interested in titles, but he could tease Maul about it. And this was one of those days that put him in a rather good mood despite how much he actually hated this holiday. Somehow it was much better than he could recall in a long while.
His hands dragged up Maul's sides, applying his nails before stifling a groan when his boyfriend wasted absolutely no time getting hands in his pants.]
Maul...
[He hissed and bit the Zabrak, his hips rising to that aggressive touch. So much for foreplay, which... well, he didn't actually have time for. His breathed hard out of his nose, a shudder running down his body.]
Beat me a few more times in combat and I'll-- eenngh, that feels nice-- I'll consider granting it to you.
[If this was what Christmas entailed, Maul wanted it to come around more than once a year. He'd been wanting to get far more hands-on with Reaper for some time and now that the moment was here he was wasting no time getting down to business.
When Reaper asked him how he could reciprocate, he had a ready answer for him.]
Put your mouth to good use. Bite and lick. Right here.
[He drew a trail down from his neck to his tattooed chest and stomach for Reaper to follow. He couldn't experience full pleasure but what he could would be enough for him to experience an orgasm nonetheless]
[Reaper made an amused sound. He wasn't certain either of them wanted that title between them, but it was interesting that Maul based it more on combat than sexual gratification.]
I'll keep that in mind... ahhh... the next couple of times I rub you into the dirt...
[So much for opening presents was all he could think, but this was an excellent replacement. It would take up considerable time as far as he was concerned, and he wasn't even bothering to resist the pleasure that Maul's hand managed to overlay to the usual pain that he endured on the day-to-day.
His head tipped so he could watch where the Zabrak was indicating, and he could understand why that would be pleasurable. For now, he concentrated on Maul's neck and then shoulders, applying teeth before replacing it with his tongue as he sounded off his own pleasure in soft moans and growls as his hips found a rhythm of pressing up that suited his own needs.]
[What his body lacked in being whole it made up for in enthusiasm at being touched again in such a manner after a long, long time with no one to satisfy those urges.
Maul growled and moaned himself, the time for talking having passed. (But don't think he wouldn't knock Reaper flat on his ass the next time they sparred for that comment about being rubbed into the dirt.) He continued to stroke Reaper's cock even as he was pleasured himself, the feeling of his teeth on his neck and shoulders delicious.
A sudden idea came to him in a burst of inspiration that he put into plan. He rubbed his thumb on the edge of Reaper's lips, tracing them as an indication he should suck it. If he couldn't have a working dick, than his thumb could serve as a substitute.]
[He wanted to satisfy and wanted to feel the warmth and heat of a familiar body near his own. This was not entirely like when they had shared a bed after Maul's death, but oh he remembered the feel of the Zabrak's body cuddling in against his own to ward off the flu. That close connection, wordless and full of heat and affection
His hips moved with each stroke, and he undulated the rest of his body as well, giving in freely to the pleasure of it. His breath came in small soft moaning gasps, eyes fluttering closed and then open again as his teeth pinched skin one final time before he pulled his head back.
His red eyes dropped to watch Maul's face as he felt that thumb against his lips. He parted them, at first letting his tongue tip touch that finger then opening his mouth further to welcome that finger into his mouth. He then clamped down on that finger with his lips and sucked, rocking his mouth up and down the digit as if he were pleasuring Maul in the same place as that hand on his cock.]
[There was a lot of nerve endings in his fingertips and Maul wasn't used to them touching much anyway given he wore gloves a majority of the time. If he couldn't be whole physically, this was the next best substitute. And, Force, what a substitute it was.
He continued his ministrations to Reaper's cock, making sure he gave as much as he was receiving. This was absolutely delicious for him to be experiencing. It had been a long, long time since he'd properly had sex, almost a full decade and a half, so this was just what he'd needed.]
His breathing was quickening with each flush of pleasure through his flesh, made more obvious by the fact he could only breathe through his nose to continue sucking Maul's finger. His boyfriend may have lost the same equipment, but he was going to make this seem as close to the actual content he would provide even if Maul had been whole.
His hands were free to drag his blunt nails up the length of Maul's back too, doing his best to straddle the line between pleasure and little shocks of pain. Neither of them were gentle men, so he expected that they would find a way to be just that in all their endeavors. All the while, his mouth sucked and bobbed up and down on Maul's finger with a slowly rising rhythm.
[Maul continued to provide and take pleasure as they got into a rhythm of things. Eventually, when he felt he could take no more, he orgasmed, something as much emotional as it was physical.
He kept going with Reaper until he was sure the other man had been pleasured the same way. Then he collapsed on top of him, a little sweaty and very, very pleased. He traced small nonsense patterns on Reaper’s skin as he lay there.]
[His red eyes fluttered as that hand continued to stroke him, hips moving in conjunction so he could also maximize his own pleasure. He made a soft amused noise when it seemed the Zabrak managed to orgasm before he did, and that spoke volumes to how long it had been for Maul. God it was hot as hell, so much so that he continued to suck on that finger anyway.
His breath deepened and became more ragged, and his hips lost some of their smooth motions as he came closer and tipped over the edge of his own pleasure into orgasm. He groaned loudly, finally releasing Maul's finger so he could tip his head back and arch as heat and pleasure overrode the normal pain of his existence. It felt better than it had any right to.
His arms slipped around Maul, breath coming deep and contented as he nestled his face into the Zabrak's sweaty neck and let him just bask in the post-coital bliss. So Christmas wasn't so bad this year.]
Very good. You know what you're doing, that's for certain. Was it worth it for you?
[Maul's physical disability would be telling on how well their sex life would be. He wanted to accommodate after all.]
[There was a genuine smile of pleasure on Maul's face the like of which hadn't really been seen yet in Deerington. The expression 'You need to get laid' was often meant as an insult but it truly was something that Maul had needed in his life. So much of the tension had been lifted from him, even if it was only temporarily, and he lay there curled up against Reaper in sheer bliss.
He had just enough leftover in him to lean in and kiss Reaper sweetly on the lips before he pulled back, completely and utterly spent.]
Does that answer your question?
[If this is what Christmas was like every year, Maul could greatly come to enjoy this strange Earth celebration. He traces an idle pattern over Reaper's skin lightly with one of his claws, happy beyond belief.]
[Even he who had seen some of the softer sides of Maul that other's might not have been privy to raised his eyebrows at the sight of the smile that was on the Zabrak's lips. It relaxed him, allowing him to just ease onto the floor where he was laying and bask in the moment as the post-coital haze allowed him to let his guard down almost completely to Maul.
This was all worth sacrificing a part of a wall, he thought. He'd even do so again if it meant something like this.
His lips twitched with the kiss, which he gladly returned as he tightened his one arm around Maul's waist and the other found its way across the Zabrak's muscled shoulders.]
Definitely. Best present to start with, I think.
[He sighed contently and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift as he relished the situation. Yeah, yeah, he'd have to clean them both up at some point, but not now. He wanted to just lay here and imagine that this big step in their relationship would not be one he would come to regret. This time would be different, right?]
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Maybe that was even more true when he parted his lips enough that he could make a go at trying to seize Maul's lower lip between his lips then his teeth to gnaw with more threat than pressure. He didn't know what he had been expecting Maul to taste like, but this was pleasant.
Another side effect of being close to him was that he absorbed heat. His lips were cold at first but once they had contact with Maul's lips, they warmed. The same went for his face and any exposed skin.
That purring was a good reward, an audible justification for his choice to take his mask off in the first place. Apparently Maul approved. Good because he had already decided there would be no take backs on his part. He wanted this to be a strong sign that he was dedicated to this weirdly healthy relationship they had developed so far.]
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While he didn't have any lower equipment to speak of, he could still experience a physical reaction on the half he did possess. He dropped Reaper's mask, one hand coming to rest on his chest.
With a predatory growl, he backed up a little, and then pounced on Reaper with all the force he could, knocking him straight through the wall with the force of his tackle. Really, it wasn't a good sexual encounter between them unless a few walls ended up with holes in them.
He was going to enjoy this greatly. Maul hadn't had sex in thirteen years, and by the Force, that was a lot of pent-up horniness that needed to be released.]
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His mask hit the floor and then dissolved to black smoke, and he released Maul without a fight. Too far? Not enough? His expression was shrewd and considering, but that didn't last long as Maul flew at him.
His hands rose as if to shove the Zabrak away, but they instead settled on Maul's waist as he careened backwards through one of the living room walls and into one of the small bedrooms that was mostly empty of any furniture. He landed on his back, sliding along the floor for a few feet.
One hand rose to stroke his fingers gloved fingers along the base of one of Maul's horns.]
That attracted to my face, is it? Or does any affection get you throwing people through walls?
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No, you're just special. Who else would let me leave marks after biting them?
[Speaking of which....Maul leaned down, sinking his teeth into Reaper's chest, even though he was still clothed. Well, he wouldn't be for long if Maul had his way. He straddled Reaper as he took off his own clothes.]
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Some don't have a choice I imagine. I simply choose to let you mark me up as you see fit. Point of claim and pride.
[He wasn't ashamed of admitting it. Maybe it was unhealthy, but he had far worse modes of doing things. Besides, they both knew they were there lurking under his layers of clothing, which was part of the thrill of it. Besides, he gave as good as he received.
He groaned, his eyes closing at the feel of teeth pinching cloth and digging into skin and his bare hand stroked along the back of Maul's head in reply.
Yet, he growled when Maul seemed in a hurry to get naked and he seized those wrists hard enough to bruise. His red eyes narrowed and his expression hardened.]
You will not deny me this...
[And it was his turn to grab Maul's clothing and either pull or tear it right off the Zabrak's body. It required him to sit up a little to peel the material off of Maul's shoulders, but it also provided an opportunity for his mouth to find smooth neck to nip and suck upon. Maul tasted... good, real good. Better than anyone had a right to.]
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[Zabraks were predators by nature and so they mixed fighting and pleasure quite a bit. Maul may not have grown up with his people but he still had bone-deep instincts that just couldn't be ignored. This was one of them.
He groaned in pleasure as Reaper's fingers stroked his horns. Though he can no longer have a true physical reaction below the waist, he still had a strange sensation of phantom pleasure, and the upper half was still more than capable of reacting.
There was something quite thrilling in Reaper's take-charge nature, so Maul let him do just that. Reaper got to rip the clothes off of him, leaving Maul bare-chested and his cybernetic legs bare. He tilted his head to the side to provide Reaper better access to his neck so that he could feel those teeth and tongue. He closed his eyes, a sound that was a mixture of a groan and growl escaping his mouth. Force but he could get used to this.]
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Is that what you're going to be calling me from now on after today? Your mate?
[Wasn't that just a strange concept to consider despite the fact that it was true if they went as far as it seemed they were going to be. They hadn't discussed the mating practices of Maul's race before, and now was definitely not the time where he was going to put the brakes on to find out. That was going to have to be pillow talk because this was happening.
His mouth was still against Maul's neck, scraping with teeth before kissing or sucking on the red and tattooed skin. He continued on with that even as his coat and body armour seemed to pull away in curls of smoke so he was left in nothing more than a black compression shirt and his combat fatigues. His fingers dragged down the length of Maul's back then hit where those prosthetic hips met flesh.
He was not offended or turned off by Maul's inability to physically show the usual reactions. Those sounds were indication enough of the Zabrak's pleasure and neediness. His fingers dragged around the fill circumference of the prosthetic, stroking where flesh met metal before he made a point of dropping them to grasp and hike up where Maul's ass should have been, all the while biting and kissing his way to Maul's lips.]
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[There was a reason he hadn't put any labels on what he and Reaper was. It kept things from being too solid between them, but who was he kidding? Here he was spending his Christmas with the man purely because he wanted to be with him as much as possible.
He bit down on his lower lip, his entire upper body reacting to the touch of Reaper's fingers all over his flesh. Most people didn't realize how much could be done even if there wasn't the right equipment to still use. He could feel himself reacting to the touch, something he'd so long been deprived of.
Then he reached down, mindful of his claws. Much as he was sure Reaper liked having marks, he was sure no man was going to like slash marks all over his dick. He pulled down the combat fatigues, grabbing Reaper's dick and stroking it. He still had hands and a mouth, so that was enough to make sure that his lover's pleasure would be taken care of.]
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[He wasn't entirely interested in titles, but he could tease Maul about it. And this was one of those days that put him in a rather good mood despite how much he actually hated this holiday. Somehow it was much better than he could recall in a long while.
His hands dragged up Maul's sides, applying his nails before stifling a groan when his boyfriend wasted absolutely no time getting hands in his pants.]
Maul...
[He hissed and bit the Zabrak, his hips rising to that aggressive touch. So much for foreplay, which... well, he didn't actually have time for. His breathed hard out of his nose, a shudder running down his body.]
I want to pleasure you too... direct me how.
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[If this was what Christmas entailed, Maul wanted it to come around more than once a year. He'd been wanting to get far more hands-on with Reaper for some time and now that the moment was here he was wasting no time getting down to business.
When Reaper asked him how he could reciprocate, he had a ready answer for him.]
Put your mouth to good use. Bite and lick. Right here.
[He drew a trail down from his neck to his tattooed chest and stomach for Reaper to follow. He couldn't experience full pleasure but what he could would be enough for him to experience an orgasm nonetheless]
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I'll keep that in mind... ahhh... the next couple of times I rub you into the dirt...
[So much for opening presents was all he could think, but this was an excellent replacement. It would take up considerable time as far as he was concerned, and he wasn't even bothering to resist the pleasure that Maul's hand managed to overlay to the usual pain that he endured on the day-to-day.
His head tipped so he could watch where the Zabrak was indicating, and he could understand why that would be pleasurable. For now, he concentrated on Maul's neck and then shoulders, applying teeth before replacing it with his tongue as he sounded off his own pleasure in soft moans and growls as his hips found a rhythm of pressing up that suited his own needs.]
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Maul growled and moaned himself, the time for talking having passed. (But don't think he wouldn't knock Reaper flat on his ass the next time they sparred for that comment about being rubbed into the dirt.) He continued to stroke Reaper's cock even as he was pleasured himself, the feeling of his teeth on his neck and shoulders delicious.
A sudden idea came to him in a burst of inspiration that he put into plan. He rubbed his thumb on the edge of Reaper's lips, tracing them as an indication he should suck it. If he couldn't have a working dick, than his thumb could serve as a substitute.]
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His hips moved with each stroke, and he undulated the rest of his body as well, giving in freely to the pleasure of it. His breath came in small soft moaning gasps, eyes fluttering closed and then open again as his teeth pinched skin one final time before he pulled his head back.
His red eyes dropped to watch Maul's face as he felt that thumb against his lips. He parted them, at first letting his tongue tip touch that finger then opening his mouth further to welcome that finger into his mouth. He then clamped down on that finger with his lips and sucked, rocking his mouth up and down the digit as if he were pleasuring Maul in the same place as that hand on his cock.]
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He continued his ministrations to Reaper's cock, making sure he gave as much as he was receiving. This was absolutely delicious for him to be experiencing. It had been a long, long time since he'd properly had sex, almost a full decade and a half, so this was just what he'd needed.]
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His hands were free to drag his blunt nails up the length of Maul's back too, doing his best to straddle the line between pleasure and little shocks of pain. Neither of them were gentle men, so he expected that they would find a way to be just that in all their endeavors. All the while, his mouth sucked and bobbed up and down on Maul's finger with a slowly rising rhythm.
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He kept going with Reaper until he was sure the other man had been pleasured the same way. Then he collapsed on top of him, a little sweaty and very, very pleased. He traced small nonsense patterns on Reaper’s skin as he lay there.]
How was that for you?
[He asked.]
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His breath deepened and became more ragged, and his hips lost some of their smooth motions as he came closer and tipped over the edge of his own pleasure into orgasm. He groaned loudly, finally releasing Maul's finger so he could tip his head back and arch as heat and pleasure overrode the normal pain of his existence. It felt better than it had any right to.
His arms slipped around Maul, breath coming deep and contented as he nestled his face into the Zabrak's sweaty neck and let him just bask in the post-coital bliss. So Christmas wasn't so bad this year.]
Very good. You know what you're doing, that's for certain. Was it worth it for you?
[Maul's physical disability would be telling on how well their sex life would be. He wanted to accommodate after all.]
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He had just enough leftover in him to lean in and kiss Reaper sweetly on the lips before he pulled back, completely and utterly spent.]
Does that answer your question?
[If this is what Christmas was like every year, Maul could greatly come to enjoy this strange Earth celebration. He traces an idle pattern over Reaper's skin lightly with one of his claws, happy beyond belief.]
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This was all worth sacrificing a part of a wall, he thought. He'd even do so again if it meant something like this.
His lips twitched with the kiss, which he gladly returned as he tightened his one arm around Maul's waist and the other found its way across the Zabrak's muscled shoulders.]
Definitely. Best present to start with, I think.
[He sighed contently and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift as he relished the situation. Yeah, yeah, he'd have to clean them both up at some point, but not now. He wanted to just lay here and imagine that this big step in their relationship would not be one he would come to regret. This time would be different, right?]