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Esuin is eager and nervous to meet the Chief Librarian again. He served his duties in marriage, but both he and his wife hold no love. She sees others, and now he wishes to as well. But, at the start, a problem arose.

He had no-one. Or at least, that was his assumption. He thought none could catch his attention, especially since being blinded. But then that very train of thought reminded him of the event that caused such an injury, accompanied by ruptured lungs. It was certainly traumatic and unforgettably painful, but something else stuck in Esuin’s memory as well. It is something he is still ashamed of, even after sending out the invitation.

He remembers Hourtain Thorl’s body. The way it was pressed so close inside his armor that saved both of their lives. His willingness to actually bother saving a mortal, even at the risk of harming or killing himself. It was the closest thing to the chivalry and attraction inducing behavior sold to many literate citizens of the imperium Esuin knew. It was also helpful that he had seen Hourtain’s face before, and it was not hard to look at. Quite the opposite, in fact.

But that body. Oh, how tightly it was squeezed in a body glove, how fluidly those muscles moved against Esuin’s skin. He never got to see it, as his eyes had ruptured mere moments before, but it felt so incredibly strong. It was secure, a bulwark against death, a warmth in the vacuum of space.

Footsteps far t heavy and loud to belong to a baseline drag Esuin back to the present. He’s here. He actually accepted the invitation. He has walked into the quarters designated for any rendezvous seen as improper to advertise. This room, and all others like it aboard ships and on outposts, only serve the purpose of sating the sexual urges of members of House Zuma so that they may work undistracted.

“I received your solicitation.” His rich voice makes Esuin shiver.

“And you have come knowing full well what it meant.”

A large, warm hand grabs Esuin’s waist and he gasps. “I do.” Esuin moans as his thin robes are yanked off and tossed aside. He hears them softly hit the floor and idly hopes they weren’t torn in the process. Even if their only purpose was to offer modesty to those en route to a dalliance, they were still well-made.

“Hourtain, I did not know you were a man with such appetites.” The Imperial Fist huffs.

“When you peer into the minds of countless others, you do not always come back unchanged. Your mind was particularly noteworthy for your deeply hidden thoughts about when I had grabbed your arm.” Hourtain leans down, body glove creaking ever so slightly, and whispers directly into Esuin’s ear, “You quite enjoy my size, don’t you?”

Esuin flushes bright red and nods, heat pooling on his cheeks and spreading down to his core. He hadn’t even acknowledged those thoughts consciously until months after the incident, yet here he is being read like an open book.

He yelps when he is suddenly picked up and held close to Hourtain’s chest. The sizable mass of it against him creates a strong urge to rut against the man, but such undignified behavior would shame House Zuma. That shred of dignity goes to die at the squeak Esuin lets out when Hourtain nibbles on his earlobe, breath hot against his neck.

Hourtain’s hands start to wander, tracing every inch in Esuin’s skin. The bed screeches in protest as he sits down on the edge of it and places Esuin in his lap. Esuin bites his lip when he feels Hourtain’s sizable erection pressing against his ass through the body glove.

Yet, Hourtain isn’t acting on it. No, instead he is slowly stripping his body glove while avoiding jostling Esuin too much. The body glove drops to the floor with a thud, and Esuin basks in the warmth of skin on skin. His hands itch to explore, and he indulges that urge when Hourtain resumes his own expedition.

He finds scar tissue and ports, he feels thick cords of muscle that flex under his palms, and he finds smatterings of hair trailing from Hourtain’s navel. On each inhale, he smells hints of incense, fresh ink, and sweat.

Hourtain’s touch is heavy, claiming every bit of Esuin’s body while he bites and sucks Esuin’s sensitive ears. Esuin is drowning in his touch, his body embraced and sinking into the depths of the sea of Hourtain.

Esuin squirms in Hourtain’s lap from how hot and insistent Hourtain’s cock is against the cleft of his ass. “Something wrong, navigator?” The warmth of his breath and salacious tone of voice make Esuin buck his hips. He moans at the friction he feels against Hourtain’s abs.

When Hourtain drags him closer, pressing him tightly against his massive form, Esuin is helpless. He ruts against Hourtain and whines, nerves set alight with a pleasure so free he could weep.

Hourtain thrusts slowly, leaving a trail of wetness that makes Esuin squirm in a mixture of embarrassment and desire. The slow drag of skin against such a sensitive part of his body floods him with adrenaline to the point that he’s trembling.

“Hourtain!”

“Relax yourself,” he whispers, a tingling sensation through Esuin’s body quickly following. “Surrender to me.”

Calloused hands grasp Esuin’s hips and caress the skin. Goosebumps break out across his entire body, leaving him a war zone of hot and cold. Searing heat burns in his core and face, but his arms and legs are frigid as every hair stands on end. Every part of him not in direct contact with Hourtain feels terribly exposed.

“Hourtain, please!” he cries, desperate for relief from these conflicting sensations.

“Give in. Let go.”

Esuin sobs, nerves short-circuiting as the contrasting stimuli send him into freefall. He trembles through the orgasm, gasping when Hourtain moans and a new cascade of warmth covers his back.