[ He's brought to a room without much explanation as to why, or who he's being presented to, and he knows better than to ask too many questions. As a slave, he's had a number of different jobs, and despite the fact that at the end of the day he may not have much of a choice, at least he did ask for this specific post, and his looks have worked in his favor in that regard.
Pretty workers for the brothels are always in high demand, in this corner of the galaxy. It helps that there's not much Jim's unwilling to do, and he knows that in a weird way, he's lucky to have landed on a more high-end brothel, where he's decently looked after, and the people running the place don't tend to go around punishing the workers so severely, lest they might damage the— merchandise, for lack of a better word.
Still, he is immensely curious, and admittedly dreading it a little too. All he knows is that it's some Sith Lord that he's being handed off to, and while the Empire's presence around these parts isn't any news, Jim's never really serviced one of them. He's not sure what to expect, and he's not sure either if he'll be able to keep his intense dislike for the Empire in check.
He's made comfortable in the room where he's supposed to wait; handed a nice set of seductive lingerie, made up of little more than lace trimmings, pearls and sheer fabric, but at least he gets to wear a long robe with an elaborate pattern covering it all. He's tied it around his waist while looking around the room, each toy or supply he finds making his heart rush a little, wondering exactly what of all these things this Sith Lord might want to use on him. Eventually he'll slink to one of the comfortable seats on offer, looking out the window and out to the stars, not realizing how long he's been waiting and how distracted he's gotten until he hears the door being opened, immediately sitting up to see who's coming in. ]
[ He's not the kind of person to visit a place like this, but he thought he wasn't the kind of person to do a lot of things he's done. Considering that the Empire is waiting for the... enemy to make the next move and this planet had been taken not too long ago, he doesn't see any reason not to try losing himself for a little while. The desire for company is kind of new, though.
He was having second thoughts as soon as he requested it. At least his demands weren't questioned by anyone else. People just scrambled to get it done, to please him. People did that a lot these days. He didn't much care for it.
So by the time he entered the room with a nearly empty tumbler in his hand, he'd already decided to maybe just let this person have a mini-vacation, too. Let them sleep in a nice bed while he stared at the skyline or something. He knew how the slaves back here were treated, even at the seemingly nicer places like this one.
What he didn't entirely expect was to... recognize anyone. He's only just inside the door after taking a few steps, tumbler against his lips when he freezes and just looks. Problem is, he can't place the face. But he knows this man. The Force hums with it.
But where as Jim is recognizable, the man who used to be Finn is not so much. His hair is closely shaven again, his fashion sense has gotten much darker, and his scars are a lot more prominent now. One spreads out from one of his eyes, a deep purple glow beneath the surface, but if there's any pain, it's not apparent.
He lowers the tumbler without draining the rest, reaching over and placing the glass on the first available surface his hand finds. ]
You have a name?
[ Aside from the initial look of surprise, he's back to being much more aloof and almost relaxed. So long as this man doesn't recognize him, this night might go easily. ]
[ The man that steps through the door is both surprising and not. The whole feel of him, the darkness that seems to surround him, that doesn't shock him in the least. There's something vaguely nagging at the back of his mind about it, though, whether it's a physical trait or just his voice, but Jim can't place, and he doesn't waste time trying to.
He does look surprised, though, looking at Jim like that. But he doesn't ask about that either, just fixing his robe slightly and getting to his feet, standing as upright as he can. The question makes his jaw clench, his lips press into a thin line, but his tone is soft when he answers. ]
It's James.
[ Of course he has a name; he's not some wild creature, some pet being kept. Except in these circumstances, he kind of is. For all that this man cares, Jim doesn't really need to have a name, does he? He's just here for his personal enjoyment, so why does he care if Jim has a name?
And yet, defiantly, he shoots the question right back at him, not even thinking that there might be consequences to talking back. ]
[ It would be nice to say that he hadn't meant the question like that, but he had. It's an honest question as far as he's concerned. After all, having a name is still kind of new to him, no matter which name it is.
So he sees the flicker of annoyance in the other's eyes but says nothing about it. Besides, the name's familiar, too. The Force might as well be trying to punch him in the face for all the impact and clarity it provides. Which is a lot and none, respectively.
The question coming back at him is only surprising because he thought the other man would already know, that someone would have told him. It's unfortunate that they hadn't, because he finds himself unprepared to answer. His eyes flit to the wall then the floor. This is supposed to be a time to get away, to try forgetting for awhile, and he's not going to forget if it keeps getting mentioned.
His eyes flick back up to his. ]
Call me Finn. [ And just for transparency's sake. ] They call me Darth Martis.
[ Jim can't really say he's an expert when it comes to the Jedi or the Sith; he knows what the Force is, and at times he can feel a vague tingling sensation when he's near a Force user, but that's about it. However, he is fairly sure that once the Sith change their names, they don't just waffle back and forth between the old and the new one. The old identity is meant to be left behind, something like that.
So it catches him off-guard when Finn introduces himself like that. Tells him to use that other name, one that actually registers as familiar. He pushes that feeling aside, reminding himself of who he is, what his circumstances are, and that he shouldn't be letting his guard down right now. ]
Alright. [ He puts on his best smile, walks up to him, reaching out to run a hand along his robes. ] What would you like to do tonight, Finn?
[ When James doesn't question the name, just takes it all as is, he allows himself to relax. He still doesn't feel like Finn anymore, like he doesn't really deserve it, but it's still better than the alternative. Hearing it from this man tonight, from James, seems so much worse than usual.
Finn watches the hand and looks back up to his eyes again, trying to decide if the smile is halfway real or not. Also trying to decide what kind of person Finn is, what he really wants from this, and what he'll feel like in the morning either way.
So all he does for a moment is just look at him and think. Then he steps closer, pressing against the hand. ]
I think I'd like to make you feel good. If that's what you'd like.
[ Maybe that's what Finn wanted this entire time. To do something for someone, something good. This can't possibly qualify and it won't even begin to weigh against the bad he's caused, but it's not about making amends. It's about being someone else for a little while.
The fact that James is a slave, had no choice in being here tonight, and is obligated to do whatever he thinks Finn wants is not forgotten. At least he has the Force to help weed out lies. ]
[ So apparently tonight is a night for surprises, and this guy seems to be exceedingly good at catching him off-guard. Which is funny, considering they don't really know each other, do they? Whenever he expects this to go in one direction, it turns sharply into another and he's left stunned and a little at a loss.
His smile falters, not necessarily in a bad way, just— surprised. Speechless. His fingers curl a little into the fabric of Finn's robes, eyes dropping to the floor, then back up to his face. ]
I don't know. [ A soft huff leaves him, close to a chuckle, and he tilts his head. ] This isn't usually how this goes.
[ 'This' being clients coming to him, or picking him, or... well, anything. Even when they do get Jim off, it seems more about control and power than anything else, not so much a genuine interest in making him feel good. ]
[ He kind of regrets saying it almost immediately. How could he imagine this? Sure, he'd been a stormtrooper, but it hadn't been this sort of life. But he says nothing to take it back either. Just a glance to the wall is all that shows his discomfort.
Then his hand finds James' in his robes. His skin burns hot, hotter than it should, like he's in a constant fever, but it's not like he squeezes the hand to keep it there. He's just touching him, holding as gently as he can thanks to the unconscious fear that he could hurt him if he didn't. ]
We don't have to do anything. You can just take the time to sleep if you want.
[ If he felt safe enough around a Sith Lord to fall asleep.
To be fair, this isn't what he expected to be doing either. When he requested this, he kind of figured he'd just be taking his stress out on sex. The more the situation became reality, and especially now that he's here, he suddenly doesn't really know what to do. Giving in to that dark side doesn't feel much like an option. Not with this particular man.
All that said, the problem with his proposal of doing nothing is that it could be more difficult than he figured. Now that he's touching him, he doesn't really want to let go. ]
[ Jim almost wants to be mad at that. He doesn't need pity, doesn't need favors, doesn't need to be spared a night's work or saved in any way whatsoever. Were it anyone else, he might've even retorted in some way that would've gotten him in trouble, but for some reason he can't bring himself to get mad at Finn, even though they don't really know each other. He feels a warmth in his chest at the offer instead, a comfort that makes his smile turn just a shade more genuine, his hand moving to curl around Finn's fingers.
Instead of saying anything, he steps closer the rest of the way, tilting his head in and pressing his lips to Finn's in a kiss, slow and light at first, a little firmer as he keeps going, until he finally pulls away. ]
[ The offer isn't born of pity or a desire to save someone. He just feels a little lost and confused, the Force tugging him in different directions and a nagging feeling that he knows this person. Maybe he can't remember him, but he knows him. And his opinion matters a hell of a lot, especially his opinion of Finn- Martis. Whoever he is.
The smile nearly stuns him, no matter that it only changes just a little. It's genuine and warm and makes him feel warm, too. A good warmth for once.
His fingers tighten around James' just a hair as they kiss, Finn allowing himself to get lost in it for just a moment before they break away. He has to make sense of the words and search those deep blue eyes to know that James means them before he presses their bodies flush together.
For all the uncertainty he held barely a moment ago, his movements sure don't look like it now. His free hand simply cradles the back of Jim's neck, fingers weaving into his hair like he's done this a million times before, and brings them together again for a deeper kiss. There's a passion behind it but no rush. There's just something about this connection that he craves- needs, something that he really doesn't want to let go of. ]
[ It's been only a few minutes since Finn's walked into this room, and already this encounter's going against all his expectations. Finn's warm, passionate, gentle in a way he wouldn't expect from any Sith, nor any person coming into this place looking for their services. He really does seem to be more interested in what Jim himself wants and likes than anything else, and it's making it so easy, and so tempting, to just forget that he's supposed to be servicing a client right now, not the other way around.
He doesn't question it much, for now. Doesn't allow himself to pause for long enough to really think about it, and instead he presses back into that kiss, a quiet hum pushing out from the back of his throat. His hands go for Finn's robes again, this time tugging where he can. Normally he'd be more focused on shrugging off his own robe, presenting the goods so to speak, but he actually finds himself eager to have Finn wearing fewer layers too. ]
[ As soon as he feels the tugging, it's almost instinct for Finn to start shedding. He removes a few layers, letting the clothes whisper to the floor, even his lightsaber following them in an afterthought. The scars he had from home are still around, along with the webbing tendrils of purple just beneath the skin. It always hurts but it's like he doesn't really feel it right now.
Really, he hadn't expected to be so forward or to suddenly want someone so badly. But he does. He really, really wants to give whatever he can, make a good impression, be someone completely different even if it's just for him.
So his hands wander, too, one dipping beneath the folds of his robe to find more warm skin. Instead his fingers brush over lace, surprising but in a very good way. He moans into his mouth, tugging them closer together before he's leaning away. It's an attempt to get back to the conversation topic, but he only starts pressing kisses down his neck instead. ]
[ Jim's just as eager to get those clothes on the floor, getting Finn down to his trousers for the moment since he finds the scars all over his body too distracting. The faint purple glow too, almost mesmerizing him for a moment before he's shuddering in response to Finn's touch.
By comparison, his body's practically unmarked. There are a few small bruises, light markings left behind by rougher or more possessive clients, things that fade with time and don't leave even a shadow behind. Jim's head tilts back with a sigh to welcome the trail of Finn's lips down the column of his neck. ]
I, ah... want to make you feel good, too.
[ He's surprised by how much he means it. He's not just saying it because he's a client he's supposed to do whatever for, he honestly wants him to feel good, and he wants Finn to do the same for him too. ]
[ He notices the markings beneath the lace and pearls. They're faint and fading but there, and the rage that's always barely beneath the surface is suddenly there, too. His grip turns a little more firm but not hard, not enough to hurt.
He wants to ask who did these things, what they looked like, where are they now. He wants to find them. But then James speaks and Finn moves the thoughts of revenge away for later. The words aren't for show, not meant to please. James means what he says, Finn can feel it.
His hands trail the length of his body following where the robe reveals more skin. He doesn't try to remove the pretty garment underneath, not yet. His fingers like to trail the lines too much until one hand begins to move lower down his front. Finn presses them together, wanting to back James up to the bed. His mouth is too busy to voice his intentions, trying to make his own (harmless, totally not hypocritical) mark beneath his ear. ]
[ Jim couldn't have answered that question if he wanted to, anyway; most of them he doesn't even remember which patron did it, and he certainly didn't commit their names to memory, let alone have any clue as to where they are now. At first he did retain names, information, things he thought might be useful, but it became too depressing to handle, so he's managed to learn to just turn his mind off during these encounters.
But not this time. This, he wants to remember. He wants to remember Finn's name, his face, the way he's kissing him, touching him, marking him. He shrugs off the robe with ease and lets it fall to the mattress just behind him as Finn leads him back towards it, and he lets out a soft moan when he feels Finn's mouth working underneath his ear, his hands slipping down Finn's front and curling into his trousers as he tries to kneel and crawl back onto the mattress. ]
[ Hm. Well, if James can't answer, he's sure that the proprietor must keep a ledger. Martis will just go down the list. What he doesn't do is question why such a small thing makes him so upset as to change the schedule of their on-going mission. The desire for punishment is just par the course.
Luckily, James is very good at distracting from those sorts of thoughts. While he starts to crawl away from him, Finn is quick and eager to follow, kneeling on the bed and crawling to him, one hand on Jim's wrist to keep the hand where it is.
His free hand goes up Jim's side, fingers tangling into the lace again but looking for a way to remove it this time. Well, remove it without destroying it. ]
[ It's probably a very good thing that Jim has no idea what's on Finn's (Martis's?) head right now. The last thing he needs is anyone going around seeking some kind of revenge on his behalf, especially when said revenge seems to be fueled by some disproportionate feeling of jealousy that has no right to be there. They're not even close after all— are they?
Still, Jim doesn't think about that now. What he focuses on is just how much he enjoys Finn touching him, the hand that grips his arm to keep it in place. When he realizes what Finn's doing with his other hand, though, he pauses for a moment, and both his own go to help him undo the hooks at the back so Finn can at least take off the top part, fully exposing his torso. ]
[ Finn doesn't answer right away. He's too busy admiring, his hand finding it's way to Jim's chest before he even realizes it. The bruises are... distracting but he tries to ignore them. He doesn't want to tarnish their time together with the darkness in his mind. Though, he'd be hard pressed to admit that it's born of jealousy... even though it is. It still doesn't change that someone hurt James and that's not okay.
The question eventually finds it's way back to his thoughts, and he's still hesitant to answer. He doesn't want to give orders here, and that kind of sounds like it'd be an order.
[ Jim's not even thinking of those marks, and it doesn't even cross his mind that Finn is. He'll probably notice eventually, but for now he enjoys what he thinks is just mesmerized admiration and arousal.
He smiles a little once Finn answers, though, and with a nod, he climbs off of Finn, literally standing up on top of the bed— and on top of him. He presses a foot to his torso and gently pushes him to lie back, then his hands go to his hips to undo the garter belt, unhooking the suspenders, tossing the piece of clothing aside. Panties go next, fingers teasing along the waist before he's very slowly gliding them down his thighs, and leaving only the stockings in place. Jim likes to keep them on, and he thinks maybe Finn will appreciate that too. ]
It's been a long, long time since he let anyone do something like that to him. Maybe the first, it's not like he's thinking about anything except right now. Probably the most surprising and shocking thing of all of this, though, is Finn's smile. It's genuine, a bit of a laugh behind it despite the lust curling at the bottom of his stomach. It's been even longer since a real smile came to him.
He willingly lays back on the bed, hands roaming up and down his calves, eyes fixed not on any faint bruises but the sharp lines of Jim's body. And the clothes he peels off. And the ones he leaves on. Finn does nothing to help out, simply enjoying the show, his too warm hands touching where they can reach. ]
You are so beautiful.
[ James probably hears that a lot, but Finn feels a little in awe now and is at a loss for anything to say. Or do. He kind of feels like he's at James' mercy and it's the best place to be in the galaxy. ]
[ Oh, that's good. That's very good, actually, and Jim eases considerably when Finn lets himself be pushed back, when he actually smiles in response to his move, clearly a welcome one.
It encourages him to make it more into a show, something slower, more enjoyable, not just for Finn but also for himself. Because he likes being watched, and more than that, he likes being praised by Finn, in a way so warm, so intimate here between them. It doesn't matter if Jim hears it a lot, this time it feels real, so it's like it's the first time. ]
You look pretty good down there too.
[ He winks down at him, with an agile move of his feet managing to kick his underwear away. Down to only his stockings, he sinks down to his knees, straddling Finn's lap, leaning over to kiss him slowly while his hands find the hem of his trousers, working on getting them open and hopefully tugged down and out of the way. ]
[ Finn's eyes happily follow the underwear as they soar away, an eyebrow and the edge of his lips quirking up just so in response. Oh, he's really liking where this is going.
By the time James finds his way down to him, Finn's dying to get his hands on him. A hand shamelessly kneads his ass while he moans and loses himself into the kiss. For a moment, it's like he doesn't feel any pain at all. Kind of a weird feeling if he cared to notice it, which he didn't. His mind is just wrapped around James right now.
Then his curious fingers are moving, pressing into warm skin until he eventually finds his cock and begins to slowly explore that, too. Not pumping him or anything. Just feeling him and pressing his own hips into the hand trying to reach them. ]
[ Luckily they're not playing any games right now, so when Finn reaches out to touch him he doesn't swat his hand away. Still, he doesn't let himself get too distracted by it, focused mainly on undoing Finn's trousers and pushing them past his hips, along with his underwear.
A shudder runs up his spine as Finn traces the length of his cock, and he mirrors that touch a little more presently, fingers curling loosely around Finn's girth. He breaks the kiss only to nip at Finn's lower lip, then dips his head to mouth along his jaw and the curve of his neck, letting out warm breaths and soft sighs while he keeps going. ]
[ Finn tilts his head back against the bed, trying to give James as much room as possible. It's like he can't stop moving, not really. He arches beneath James' body, practically writhes in a way that's begging for more. And the little sounds James makes--
Finn's hand wraps around his cock properly, moving up and down along his length without any rush to it. The movement would almost appear lazy if his other hand wasn't gripping at him like he may vanish any second. ]
James-- [ He can't stop his own sounds, too, the name a quiet whimper on his lips. Even that feels so familiar, like he's definitely done this before, but that's not something he's dwelling on right now. His hips are far too busy pushing back against the hand at his groin. ]
[ Jim's not going anywhere, at least not for the time being, so Finn doesn't really have to worry about that. He lets out a pleased sound when Finn says his name like that, and he tilts his head up again to kiss him, deep but briefly, before his mouth goes back to mapping a trek down his neck, shoulder, chest. ]
You know... I'm gonna need your hands off of my ass if you want me to make this a little more exciting for you. [ And... well, for himself too. He shoots Finn a look, winking. ] Maybe get them on my hair? You can pull on it.
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action; space brothel au
Pretty workers for the brothels are always in high demand, in this corner of the galaxy. It helps that there's not much Jim's unwilling to do, and he knows that in a weird way, he's lucky to have landed on a more high-end brothel, where he's decently looked after, and the people running the place don't tend to go around punishing the workers so severely, lest they might damage the— merchandise, for lack of a better word.
Still, he is immensely curious, and admittedly dreading it a little too. All he knows is that it's some Sith Lord that he's being handed off to, and while the Empire's presence around these parts isn't any news, Jim's never really serviced one of them. He's not sure what to expect, and he's not sure either if he'll be able to keep his intense dislike for the Empire in check.
He's made comfortable in the room where he's supposed to wait; handed a nice set of seductive lingerie, made up of little more than lace trimmings, pearls and sheer fabric, but at least he gets to wear a long robe with an elaborate pattern covering it all. He's tied it around his waist while looking around the room, each toy or supply he finds making his heart rush a little, wondering exactly what of all these things this Sith Lord might want to use on him. Eventually he'll slink to one of the comfortable seats on offer, looking out the window and out to the stars, not realizing how long he's been waiting and how distracted he's gotten until he hears the door being opened, immediately sitting up to see who's coming in. ]
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He was having second thoughts as soon as he requested it. At least his demands weren't questioned by anyone else. People just scrambled to get it done, to please him. People did that a lot these days. He didn't much care for it.
So by the time he entered the room with a nearly empty tumbler in his hand, he'd already decided to maybe just let this person have a mini-vacation, too. Let them sleep in a nice bed while he stared at the skyline or something. He knew how the slaves back here were treated, even at the seemingly nicer places like this one.
What he didn't entirely expect was to... recognize anyone. He's only just inside the door after taking a few steps, tumbler against his lips when he freezes and just looks. Problem is, he can't place the face. But he knows this man. The Force hums with it.
But where as Jim is recognizable, the man who used to be Finn is not so much. His hair is closely shaven again, his fashion sense has gotten much darker, and his scars are a lot more prominent now. One spreads out from one of his eyes, a deep purple glow beneath the surface, but if there's any pain, it's not apparent.
He lowers the tumbler without draining the rest, reaching over and placing the glass on the first available surface his hand finds. ]
You have a name?
[ Aside from the initial look of surprise, he's back to being much more aloof and almost relaxed. So long as this man doesn't recognize him, this night might go easily. ]
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He does look surprised, though, looking at Jim like that. But he doesn't ask about that either, just fixing his robe slightly and getting to his feet, standing as upright as he can. The question makes his jaw clench, his lips press into a thin line, but his tone is soft when he answers. ]
It's James.
[ Of course he has a name; he's not some wild creature, some pet being kept. Except in these circumstances, he kind of is. For all that this man cares, Jim doesn't really need to have a name, does he? He's just here for his personal enjoyment, so why does he care if Jim has a name?
And yet, defiantly, he shoots the question right back at him, not even thinking that there might be consequences to talking back. ]
Do you?
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So he sees the flicker of annoyance in the other's eyes but says nothing about it. Besides, the name's familiar, too. The Force might as well be trying to punch him in the face for all the impact and clarity it provides. Which is a lot and none, respectively.
The question coming back at him is only surprising because he thought the other man would already know, that someone would have told him. It's unfortunate that they hadn't, because he finds himself unprepared to answer. His eyes flit to the wall then the floor. This is supposed to be a time to get away, to try forgetting for awhile, and he's not going to forget if it keeps getting mentioned.
His eyes flick back up to his. ]
Call me Finn. [ And just for transparency's sake. ] They call me Darth Martis.
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So it catches him off-guard when Finn introduces himself like that. Tells him to use that other name, one that actually registers as familiar. He pushes that feeling aside, reminding himself of who he is, what his circumstances are, and that he shouldn't be letting his guard down right now. ]
Alright. [ He puts on his best smile, walks up to him, reaching out to run a hand along his robes. ] What would you like to do tonight, Finn?
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Finn watches the hand and looks back up to his eyes again, trying to decide if the smile is halfway real or not. Also trying to decide what kind of person Finn is, what he really wants from this, and what he'll feel like in the morning either way.
So all he does for a moment is just look at him and think. Then he steps closer, pressing against the hand. ]
I think I'd like to make you feel good. If that's what you'd like.
[ Maybe that's what Finn wanted this entire time. To do something for someone, something good. This can't possibly qualify and it won't even begin to weigh against the bad he's caused, but it's not about making amends. It's about being someone else for a little while.
The fact that James is a slave, had no choice in being here tonight, and is obligated to do whatever he thinks Finn wants is not forgotten. At least he has the Force to help weed out lies. ]
What do you want to do, James?
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His smile falters, not necessarily in a bad way, just— surprised. Speechless. His fingers curl a little into the fabric of Finn's robes, eyes dropping to the floor, then back up to his face. ]
I don't know. [ A soft huff leaves him, close to a chuckle, and he tilts his head. ] This isn't usually how this goes.
[ 'This' being clients coming to him, or picking him, or... well, anything. Even when they do get Jim off, it seems more about control and power than anything else, not so much a genuine interest in making him feel good. ]
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[ He kind of regrets saying it almost immediately. How could he imagine this? Sure, he'd been a stormtrooper, but it hadn't been this sort of life. But he says nothing to take it back either. Just a glance to the wall is all that shows his discomfort.
Then his hand finds James' in his robes. His skin burns hot, hotter than it should, like he's in a constant fever, but it's not like he squeezes the hand to keep it there. He's just touching him, holding as gently as he can thanks to the unconscious fear that he could hurt him if he didn't. ]
We don't have to do anything. You can just take the time to sleep if you want.
[ If he felt safe enough around a Sith Lord to fall asleep.
To be fair, this isn't what he expected to be doing either. When he requested this, he kind of figured he'd just be taking his stress out on sex. The more the situation became reality, and especially now that he's here, he suddenly doesn't really know what to do. Giving in to that dark side doesn't feel much like an option. Not with this particular man.
All that said, the problem with his proposal of doing nothing is that it could be more difficult than he figured. Now that he's touching him, he doesn't really want to let go. ]
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Instead of saying anything, he steps closer the rest of the way, tilting his head in and pressing his lips to Finn's in a kiss, slow and light at first, a little firmer as he keeps going, until he finally pulls away. ]
I don't want to sleep.
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The smile nearly stuns him, no matter that it only changes just a little. It's genuine and warm and makes him feel warm, too. A good warmth for once.
His fingers tighten around James' just a hair as they kiss, Finn allowing himself to get lost in it for just a moment before they break away. He has to make sense of the words and search those deep blue eyes to know that James means them before he presses their bodies flush together.
For all the uncertainty he held barely a moment ago, his movements sure don't look like it now. His free hand simply cradles the back of Jim's neck, fingers weaving into his hair like he's done this a million times before, and brings them together again for a deeper kiss. There's a passion behind it but no rush. There's just something about this connection that he craves- needs, something that he really doesn't want to let go of. ]
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He doesn't question it much, for now. Doesn't allow himself to pause for long enough to really think about it, and instead he presses back into that kiss, a quiet hum pushing out from the back of his throat. His hands go for Finn's robes again, this time tugging where he can. Normally he'd be more focused on shrugging off his own robe, presenting the goods so to speak, but he actually finds himself eager to have Finn wearing fewer layers too. ]
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Really, he hadn't expected to be so forward or to suddenly want someone so badly. But he does. He really, really wants to give whatever he can, make a good impression, be someone completely different even if it's just for him.
So his hands wander, too, one dipping beneath the folds of his robe to find more warm skin. Instead his fingers brush over lace, surprising but in a very good way. He moans into his mouth, tugging them closer together before he's leaning away. It's an attempt to get back to the conversation topic, but he only starts pressing kisses down his neck instead. ]
What can I give? What do you want?
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By comparison, his body's practically unmarked. There are a few small bruises, light markings left behind by rougher or more possessive clients, things that fade with time and don't leave even a shadow behind. Jim's head tilts back with a sigh to welcome the trail of Finn's lips down the column of his neck. ]
I, ah... want to make you feel good, too.
[ He's surprised by how much he means it. He's not just saying it because he's a client he's supposed to do whatever for, he honestly wants him to feel good, and he wants Finn to do the same for him too. ]
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He wants to ask who did these things, what they looked like, where are they now. He wants to find them. But then James speaks and Finn moves the thoughts of revenge away for later. The words aren't for show, not meant to please. James means what he says, Finn can feel it.
His hands trail the length of his body following where the robe reveals more skin. He doesn't try to remove the pretty garment underneath, not yet. His fingers like to trail the lines too much until one hand begins to move lower down his front. Finn presses them together, wanting to back James up to the bed. His mouth is too busy to voice his intentions, trying to make his own (harmless, totally not hypocritical) mark beneath his ear. ]
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But not this time. This, he wants to remember. He wants to remember Finn's name, his face, the way he's kissing him, touching him, marking him. He shrugs off the robe with ease and lets it fall to the mattress just behind him as Finn leads him back towards it, and he lets out a soft moan when he feels Finn's mouth working underneath his ear, his hands slipping down Finn's front and curling into his trousers as he tries to kneel and crawl back onto the mattress. ]
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Luckily, James is very good at distracting from those sorts of thoughts. While he starts to crawl away from him, Finn is quick and eager to follow, kneeling on the bed and crawling to him, one hand on Jim's wrist to keep the hand where it is.
His free hand goes up Jim's side, fingers tangling into the lace again but looking for a way to remove it this time. Well, remove it without destroying it. ]
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Still, Jim doesn't think about that now. What he focuses on is just how much he enjoys Finn touching him, the hand that grips his arm to keep it in place. When he realizes what Finn's doing with his other hand, though, he pauses for a moment, and both his own go to help him undo the hooks at the back so Finn can at least take off the top part, fully exposing his torso. ]
Do you want me to take off the rest?
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The question eventually finds it's way back to his thoughts, and he's still hesitant to answer. He doesn't want to give orders here, and that kind of sounds like it'd be an order.
That said- ]
... Yes.
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He smiles a little once Finn answers, though, and with a nod, he climbs off of Finn, literally standing up on top of the bed— and on top of him. He presses a foot to his torso and gently pushes him to lie back, then his hands go to his hips to undo the garter belt, unhooking the suspenders, tossing the piece of clothing aside. Panties go next, fingers teasing along the waist before he's very slowly gliding them down his thighs, and leaving only the stockings in place. Jim likes to keep them on, and he thinks maybe Finn will appreciate that too. ]
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It's been a long, long time since he let anyone do something like that to him. Maybe the first, it's not like he's thinking about anything except right now. Probably the most surprising and shocking thing of all of this, though, is Finn's smile. It's genuine, a bit of a laugh behind it despite the lust curling at the bottom of his stomach. It's been even longer since a real smile came to him.
He willingly lays back on the bed, hands roaming up and down his calves, eyes fixed not on any faint bruises but the sharp lines of Jim's body. And the clothes he peels off. And the ones he leaves on. Finn does nothing to help out, simply enjoying the show, his too warm hands touching where they can reach. ]
You are so beautiful.
[ James probably hears that a lot, but Finn feels a little in awe now and is at a loss for anything to say. Or do. He kind of feels like he's at James' mercy and it's the best place to be in the galaxy. ]
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It encourages him to make it more into a show, something slower, more enjoyable, not just for Finn but also for himself. Because he likes being watched, and more than that, he likes being praised by Finn, in a way so warm, so intimate here between them. It doesn't matter if Jim hears it a lot, this time it feels real, so it's like it's the first time. ]
You look pretty good down there too.
[ He winks down at him, with an agile move of his feet managing to kick his underwear away. Down to only his stockings, he sinks down to his knees, straddling Finn's lap, leaning over to kiss him slowly while his hands find the hem of his trousers, working on getting them open and hopefully tugged down and out of the way. ]
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By the time James finds his way down to him, Finn's dying to get his hands on him. A hand shamelessly kneads his ass while he moans and loses himself into the kiss. For a moment, it's like he doesn't feel any pain at all. Kind of a weird feeling if he cared to notice it, which he didn't. His mind is just wrapped around James right now.
Then his curious fingers are moving, pressing into warm skin until he eventually finds his cock and begins to slowly explore that, too. Not pumping him or anything. Just feeling him and pressing his own hips into the hand trying to reach them. ]
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A shudder runs up his spine as Finn traces the length of his cock, and he mirrors that touch a little more presently, fingers curling loosely around Finn's girth. He breaks the kiss only to nip at Finn's lower lip, then dips his head to mouth along his jaw and the curve of his neck, letting out warm breaths and soft sighs while he keeps going. ]
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Finn's hand wraps around his cock properly, moving up and down along his length without any rush to it. The movement would almost appear lazy if his other hand wasn't gripping at him like he may vanish any second. ]
James-- [ He can't stop his own sounds, too, the name a quiet whimper on his lips. Even that feels so familiar, like he's definitely done this before, but that's not something he's dwelling on right now. His hips are far too busy pushing back against the hand at his groin. ]
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You know... I'm gonna need your hands off of my ass if you want me to make this a little more exciting for you. [ And... well, for himself too. He shoots Finn a look, winking. ] Maybe get them on my hair? You can pull on it.
[ Just a totally casual suggestion there. ]
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