[OOM] Back at the bar.

[fluffiest_archadian]

As soon as they're in the bar and the door is closed, Sherral gives Jay a nudge with his hand.

"Lead the way."

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral struggles against the grip on his wrists, but there's only so much struggling he can do right now. Every thrust shoves him back against the bed and pushes a loud cry out from between his teeth, until they're all just blurring together into one long noise.

[runningred]

Jay pushes him against the bed-head with shuddering thrusts. He drops Sherral's wrists to grip the bed-head, pulling against it to fuck Sherral harder.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral's hands immediately go to Jay's shoulders, gripping tight, the bed rattling with every push that drives him against the bed-head.

[runningred]

They're both going to come away from this covered in bruises and he doesn't care. He wants them both to to feel it for days. He kisses Sherral hard, pining him between his body and the bed. He can't keep this up much longer but he's going to make it worth it.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral kisses back, curling one hand onto the back of Jay's head, breathing coming faster and rougher as he's driven back against the bed-head.

[runningred]

Jay growls, kissing Sherral hard and rough as he comes, slamming into him once, twice, throwing his head back as he fills the room with the sound of his fall.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral comes a few moments later, pushing his hips up with a loud, long groan.

[runningred]

Jay rest his forehead against Sherral's, breathing hard. "Holy fuck, that was wild." He withdraws carefully and pulls them both down to rest on the pillow, an arm wrapped loosely around Sherral's shoulder.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles, settling up against Jay. "Aye, it was. I might be limping for a few hours, I suspect."

[runningred]

"I'd apologise but I'd hope neither of us regrets it." Jay strokes his arm softly. "Beside, we have hours to relax."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs. "I don't regret it," he murmurs.

[runningred]

Jay rubs his thumb lightly over a bruise already blackening on Sherral's shoulder. "You may not be so glad tomorrow."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral grins at him. "I've taken worse."

[runningred]

Jay cocks an eyebrow. "If I didn't know better, I'd take that as a challenge." Not one he could rise to just yet but...

[fluffiest_archadian]

"As though I'd let you win a second time," Sherral says wryly.

[runningred]

Jay laughs and pulls Sherral into a slow, sweet kiss. "Win or lose, I like the sound of that."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"I thought you might," Sherral grins.

[runningred]

"Shall we snooze first or are you ready for a re-match right away?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"It might be wise to rest first," Sherral chuckles.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and nods, "Hasn't exactly been an easy trip and I don't you've had much sleep since we left base." Not that either of them has. "Shower first?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"We should, aye," Sherral says agreeably, giving Jay a quick peck on the jaw and hauling himself out of bed.

[runningred]

Jay grabs them some fresh towels and robes. His shower is... well, magnificent. More than big enough for two with jets in the walls and the roof, all adjustable and controllable for temperature and pressure. He got a bit carried away...

[fluffiest_archadian]

"... Bar appears to have given you a small temple to washing," Sherral remarks wryly when he sees it.

[runningred]

"Um yeah." Jay turns in on and steps under the spray. "I ah... asked for something a bit bigger and I think she got carried away."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral looks more amused than anything, stepping under the spray and ducking his head slightly.

"Well, there's naught wrong with a little luxury."