"And you do have all your technology so that is extremely useful, too."

"Are the two of you going to fuck anytime soon or should I just go to sleep?" asks Raziya.

"Not for your benefit," Tintin snipes. "-sorry, that was mean. You can feel free to go to sleep if you're not feeling adequately entertained."

"I do still want you, though," Taharqi says while Raziya grumbles to herself.

"Well. I'm happy to hear it. I'm still not inclined to put on a show but I might be inclined to take this somewhere a bit more private."

Taharqi would love to take Tintin somewhere more private!

Tintin will happily follow!

"I do enjoy feeling the air against my skin," he confesses, "but being naked all the time does mean I don't get to strip seductively for you. Which I think I'd like to."

"—okay, I can definitely see the appeal. I think. Probably not as much as you? But—yeah, you could definitely make a show of it."

"You should see the asari do it. I'm not attracted to them, but even I know it's very impressive."

"Maybe you should show me sometime," he says, before pulling Tintin in for a slightly impatient kiss.

He's been feeling deprived, okay, Tintin has been acting hot almost nonstop for the last like hour or two.

Oh good kiss. Tintin enjoys this part.

Taharqi does, too, as Tintin can probably rather tell. "Great Serpent you're so hot," he pants, moving down Tintin's neck and shoulder to kiss and bite and lick and—

Tintin is not quite as hungry as Taharqi, but he does want this. He grips Taharqi's cock and strokes experimentally. "It's so big - so warm," he marvels. "I want to taste it."

"—yeah?" he breathes into Tintin's skin. "If you want—I would like that—" Okay more kissing now.

Tintin gets down on his knees and - just sort of beholds Taharqi's cock for a bit, still stroking gently but mostly just looking, breathing, existing near it.

Tentatively, he licks the head.

Taharqi puts one hand on Tintin's head and starts running his calloused fingers along his hair. His breathing is still heavy, and it shudders anticipatorily when Tintin gives him a lick.

He's already slick with precum, and this doesn't improve matters.

Tintin will... nuzzle his balls. That sounds like a good time. He sucks one into his mouth and rolls it around a bit.

He's adorable. And actually extremely hot. Taharqi moans softly and continues to scratch Tintin's head lightly with his nails while running his hand through Tintin's hair.

When Tintin has finished with Taharqi's balls, he returns to the head and takes it into his mouth. He holds it there for a moment, swirling his tongue experimentally.

"Fuck—you're going to drive me crazy—" says Taharqi, his eyes fluttering shut and his breath getting heavier.

Tintin tries to swallow the whole thing.

He fails and draws back convulsively. He has the presence of mind to replace his mouth around Taharqi's cock with his hand, stroking the slick length of it as he coughs miserably.

Taharqi lets out a sound that's half-moan half-laugh, and grins down at Tintin. "That takes some practice," he says. "You alright?"

"Yes!" he coughs unconvincingly. "Give - give me a moment -"

He keeps stroking, though his hand spasms a couple of times, and he recovers, as promised, after a moment. He beholds Taharqui's imposing member. "I think I would like to move on from having your cock in my mouth. It seems dangerous. Perhaps you would like to fuck me?"

Taharqi laughs and pulls Tintin to his feet to kiss him. "Perhaps I would. You do look extremely tempting. I wonder if you would enjoy being taken from behind?"

"I think there is only one way to find out."