Missed Horizons

His attack slowed suddenly with a soft grunt at that 'hey', and for a moment he froze still; his teeth lingered in the curve of Glint's throat just long enough to leave tiny indentations, waiting, feeling, and finally the bite was replaced by a breathy, lazy kiss of silent acknowledgement and relief when he felt the hand on his thigh. So warm, he knew it was just because of the sweat but Glint was so warm. He could feel the marks he left and the vibration of Glint's sleepy laugh against his lips.

"I had a dream, you woke me up," he growled low, his own voice just as rough with sleep, rumbling into Glint's skin before tilting his head so that his lips brushed against the other man's ear. He didn't even catch his own slip up. Not when he was nestled into the familiar comfort of Glint's mess of hair warmed by his own breath. No damned point being coy anyway given he was boiling under his own second-wind arousal pooling heavily across the bow of his adonis belt. Which was pressed up even more into the small of Glint's back when Boba softly rolled his hips to try and quell the hungry ache in his gut. "I—"

Except, this was going to be a new one. Outright saying in words that he dreamt so hard of them fucking that he came without even being awake for it, probably without even touching himself? Yeah, not something he had loaded and ready to go. A beat passed, and he let his fingerpads massaged the soft sleepy muscles of Glint's chest before digging his nails in again.

... Though, again, he probably didn't have to say it. Glint wasn't stupid, and he was only going to get less stupid the more he actually woke up. He knew damned well that his underwear was ratting him out as his cock strained against the wet and utterly defeated fabric, finding far too comfort able a fit in the curve of his lover's ass. His shirt was rolled up just under his breast, and it felt all twisted and tight around his ribs now, clearly the result him rolling and rustling and moaning through imaginary sex. How had Glint not woken up— nevermind, of course he didn't.

There was a hurriedness carried in the cadence of Boba's voice. Strangely hoarse, thick with what Glint could only, and albeit correctly, assume to be lust. The other man's fingers pressed into the meat of his chest, and the desire they conveyed as Boba pulled himself as close as he could into the arc of his spine was felt two fold with beneath the intensity of his touch. Glint grunted at the feeling of his lover's slicked cock sliding a bit higher, and another pulse of fresh arousal ached like a bolt to the gut. Glint's body was reacting a lot faster than his own brain, but he was becoming and more aware between the huffs of Boba's labored breath.

"Mmph," Glint mumbled, and he brought his hands up to rest over Boba's. He carefully eased them from his breast, and the cold air being pushed through the ship's cabin stung the crescents the other man's trembling fingers left behind.

"I woke you," He repeated the accusation, and carefully rolled over between Boba's arms. His eyes had adjusted just enough to make out the features of the man he now faced, whose expression was a mix of frustration and something else. A wildness that reminded Glint of a feral animal. He frowned thoughtfully, and languidly brought an arm around Boba's torso, just beneath where his shirt bunched up high. Glint hummed sleepily as his own calloused hands touched more of Boba's sweat soaked skin. "You had a dream and I woke you."

He didn't need to ask. There was no reason to, except for the mild amusement it would bring him to see Boba glower at him for being purposefully obtuse. He unfortunately could never help himself.

"Sorry," Glint chuckled, and he slowly brought his hand down Boba's back. "I must have interrupted a very important dream…" he traced over the dip of Boba's waist, and the curve of his hip. His fingers paused just underneath the band of the other man's underwear, his thumb petting over the smooth skin of Boba's v-line. "… if it left you like this."

Glint leaned a little closer, lips brushing against the upturned scar that made up the permanent snarl of Boba's mouth. 

Boba couldn’t remember past the heat, past this feeling. His head was static and steady pleasure; Mando’a murmured into his neck in whispered promises. Grinning lips grazed lazily against Boba's ear, teeth tugging at the lobe in the way only he knew how. Somehow smug, always so karking smug. It got a reaction out of him, it always did: a little gasp that Boba always tried to hide behind a growl of annoyance. But not now. Now— oh Providence— the sensation of it ignited his nerves like a flame over his skin, spreading over his scalp before cascading down his spine like rapids. He arched up into the man above him, dug blunt nails down strong muscles as ecstasy continued to climb.

Harder, faster— Was Boba begging? Screaming? Did his mouth even work? He must have been. Why was he going so steady, so easy, picking him apart so damned tenderly when he needed to feel him? Do it harder— Boba moaned through a snarl. Fuck fuck— Gedet’ye—

Make me cum make me cum make me cum— [//glintudesla — happy Sinday lmao]

[ Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up - ACCEPTING ]

//glintudesla

[ Send "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars - ACCEPTING ]

"Mmn—"

He sucked in a sharp breath, exhaled in a hiss. His back arched subtly, and whatever sentence he had been in the middle of reading was unceremoniously swept away in a tide of goosebumps rippling across his spine— and a phantom undertow of pain.

"What are you doing?" He said lowly and looked away from his book, over his shoulder. He'd felt Glint crawl onto the bunk a few minutes ago, and he'd only started to wonder what the other man was doing given he'd actually been quiet for the whole time. He could barely make out the shape of Glint's face curtained in wavy hair, looming over his back through his own loose curls. The other man was ogling his skin where his shirt had ridden up. He didn't need to see, though, to know he was trailing one calloused finger up and down over the deep scar over his left hip. Slow, deliberate, careful.

His shoulders eased. "... Shrapnel." He sighed and tried to look back at his book. "You've seen those ones before."

He hadn't registered any hurts as separate from the others during his escape, adrenaline blended all of it into an incomprehensible mess just so he could mentally bear escaping at all, so feeling any of it separate was... weird. Hell, he only found out he even had the gashes all over his back, peppered in the narrow gaps of his armor, when Manaroo told him he had them.

The way the dim lighting of the low bookshelves fell over the small gape of exposed skin was captivating. It must have been, since Glint couldn't rightly take his eyes off of the winding scar tissue that rose up like gnarled tree branches. Where the scars didn't coil like wild vines they pitted over patches of unmarked skin, the only evidence to what once was. Though, admittedly, it was hard for Glint to imagine the before.

He could have chalked it up to exhaustion after a long day. They spent a majority of the waking hours taking care of a laundry list of chores. Chores that piled up between too many jobs that seemed to come on one after the other. It was only now, in the lowlight of their shared bunk that Glint felt like he could finally let his body relax in the quiet of this small space. He could listen to Boba breathe and let his wayward thoughts wander as they pleased. To everything and nothing.

To the very thing Glint couldn't stop himself from touching. Carefully, slowly, the tips of his calloused fingers traced the curves and dips that painted over the span of Boba's hips like paint. Scars he had already seen, scars he already felt.

[ 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻 - ACCEPTING ]

"... With you. When it happened. And yes. Or you'd be dead." [ @glintudesla ]

”Oh. Alright. Nice.”

…

[ On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are. ]

"Make me."

Marry

Caress cheek

Ask on a date

Ravish

Marry

Caress cheek

Ask on a date

Ravish

[ Send Me 🤏 And I Will Compare Our Muse's Heights! - ACCEPTING ]

He's pushing his sugary gross cereal to the back of the top shelf. Making direct eye contact while doing so.

some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.

[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.

[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.

[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.

[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.

[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.

[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.

[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.

[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.

[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞