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“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there-”
Marinette was ready to pull her hair out. “I know you two simply adore to annoy me, although can you find something productive to do?”
Nino wrapped his arms around Alya’s shoulders. “Something * productive,* you say.”
“If you don’t knock it off, I * will* turn this ship around.”
Alya took Nino’s arms off of herself. “Don’t worry, Captain Marinette, me and these boys will take a scan around the ship for any places of interest. No funny business.”
Marinette sighed. “Now that is what I like to hear.” She waved her arms around. “Now get out of my hair.”
Out of the room with clipboards in hand and eyes on the scanners of the hall of the starship, they attended to their duties. “Ratings seem normal.”
There was a sudden warmth on Nino’s neck, moist and tender.
“I thought you said ‘no funny business,’ Alya,” he said breathlessly.
“Well, are you laughing?” Alya chuckled, putting his long dark hair into a ponytail.
“Not yet,” Nino said, a devious smirk crawling the sides of his mouth.
As Nino worked, Alya continued, getting to his own favourite kind of work. Button by button, Nino became disrobed, his warm flesh gaining more and more contact with Alya’s own. Nino could hardly hold his pen in hand as he could feel Alya's tongue wetten his nipples.
Nino coughed. “I think I may have found a place for us to stay the night.”
“Oh shucks you,” Alya moaned, giving him classic bedroom eyes.
Blushing, Nino gave a slight grimace. “For * all * of us to stay tonight. There’s a bar and motel- even a place for Marinette to work her magic.”
Alya started buttoning Nino back up. “You know, Marinette says Luka has some magic of his own on the stage. I’d love to see you give it a whirl.” She turned her head towards the blue-haired boy. “Tonight, perhaps?”
Luka’s eyes widened. He turned away. “I don’t think I could -er- I’m not warmed up properly and-”
“It’s fine, I get it.” Alya gave a warm smile. “I suppose it’s time to tell Marinette and get out of uniform.” She began to remove the tie in her hair.
“Keep it,” Nino said, his hand touching Alya’s, “I think it looks nice on you.”
Outside the ship, the crew loaded themselves off, their captain leading the way.
“And you two are sure this place is safe?” Marinette said, stepping foot into the bar. “No other pirates or-”
Alya rolled his eyes. “Relax, Marinette. Even if there were, no one knows our faces.”
“You have too much trust in that.” Marinette shook her head.
“What’s a Markov?” Luka interjected, looking at the screen in the bar.
Looking up at the screen where he was looking, Alya nodded. “Just about everyone has one, it’s like having their own personal robotic assistant. It can practically do anything you ask it to do.”
Luka gave a cheeky smile. “Even search up internet porn?”
Alya chucked his arm onto his shoulders. “Duh!”
Marinette rolled her eyes. “Just the bare necessities, of course.”
Gets closer into Luka’s face, Alya’s eyes widened. “Legend says that there are even special Markovs that can think for themselves and have human emotions.”
Marinette slapped the back of his head. “Knock it off. You can’t go around scaring the crew mates.”
Luka was quick to defend him. “Though it does sound really cool! Maybe we could get one one day.”
“Maybe one day, though, just don’t get too sentimental over it if it gets caught in the crossfire.” Picking up her bag with her gear, she turned her head to Luka. “Anyways, would you like to come backstage with me?”
Luka wasn’t expecting such an invitation. “Uh-”
“We can talk about my routine, because apparently someone doesn’t have the attention span for me to talk to them about it.”
Alya slurped on his drink. “Hrm, I wonder who that could be.”
Marinette rolled her eyes. “Try not to get into too much trouble while we’re gone, okay?”
As Marinette began her routine with Alya by her side, a sensual whisper entered Luka’s ear by the bar side. “Hey there. Mind if I buy you a drink?”
Luka looked into the blond-haired mans’ eyes. “Your name first, stranger?” His voice had his usual bored infliction, but his quiet tone gave hint to his true nervousness towards the man’s beauty.
“Adrien,” he said, taking hold of Luka’s hand, “And your own?”
“L- Luka.” Attempting to pick up his glass to calm his nerves, he decided not to, leaving a cautious eye on the handsome stranger. “So, Adrien, what brings you around these parts of the galaxy?”
Adrien chugged down a glass of rum. “Fortune and misfortune, I suppose.” He motioned to menu.
“And I suppose I’m misfortune?” Luka gave a sly smirk as he ordered something that appealed to him.
Turning around in his chair, Luka brushed his bangs off his own forehead, staring into Adrien’s eyes. “Rather the opposite, actually.”
The bartender came over with the order, placing the drinks beside him.
“Thank you, Ivan,” Adrien mouthed to the man. Turning back around to Luka, he handed him a drink and let a swig of it in his mouth. “You have this often, I suppose?”
“My favourite drink, really,” he said as he crossed his legs. “An ouroboros, it’s sometimes called.”
“Ouroboros we find our way a little more discreet?”
Luka chuckled. “I like the sound of that.”
Making their way out of The Space Bar, they could hardly make it to their room before they were stripped. The door locked behind them, Adrien pushed Luka onto the bed. Ravenously tearing away whatever little clothes he still had left on, his tongue slithered up and down the veins of Luka’s throbbing cock. Turned on, hard and pulsing, he couldn’t bear to take his eyes away, fixating them on Luka’s defined body. His fingers meandered down his abs, the divisions enough to count them with his fingertips. Going lower, he grabbed onto his inner thigh and spun him around, Luka’s smooth and bulbous ass in his face for the tasting.
Luka’s fingers stroking through Adrien’s long blond hair, he raised his head away from teasing at the man’s cock. “What are you in the mood for?”
Adrien wrapped his arms around Luka’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t mind if you rode me.”
Grabbing the pants beside him, he loosened a bottle out of the pocket and proceeded to lather Adrien’s cock and inserted it within himself without hesitation.
Adrien could feel the warm tightness squeeze around him as the scent of the air filled with Luka’s musk, the man towering over him. Monotonously and almost mechanically, he envied the power of Luka’s muscular legs enduring the pleasurable and repetitive motion until he could feel the tension brewing at the base of his cock.
Moaning, Adrien released as Luka firmly sat on top of him, his insides being firmly coated in the substance.
“My turn,” Luka whispered. Before he knew it, his legs had been thrust over Luka’s broad shoulders, the man’s long and now lathered cock teasing the puckering hole. “Breathe with me,” he moaned into Adrien’s ear. His voice had an entrancing effect on him. As he relaxed, Luka slipped in with ease, the hole stretching to meet his needs.
Their faces still in proximity with one another, Luka stretched his neck as his lips touched Adrien’s. Despite being taken off guard, Adrien returned the kiss. As he was being thrust into, their lips remained locked with another until he could feel the nibble of Luka’s teeth. Pulling himself out, Adrien analyzed the tension in Luka’s muscles across his body and just how handsome he was as he moaned in pleasure. In moments, Adrien found his body wet and dripping with fluid. Licking a drop of it off the corner of his lips, he found it was just to his taste. He leaned forward, consuming the last of it off the tip of Luka’s cock.
Adrien smiled, putting his clothes back on. “I hope we can do this again.”
“I hope so too.” Luka checked his device with a frown. “I apologize for this rotten timing, but I actually have to get going.”
Furrowing his brows, he nodded. “Oh, I understand. Also, here’s my number,” he said, grabbing a piece of paper and pen from his pocket.
Luka accepted it. “Thank you, Adrien.” Leaning in, he stole a kiss and was out the door.
After Luka got dressed, he received a call from Marinette. “Where have you been? The ship has been stolen.”