Retvik tossed and turned, kicking his blanket off before grabbing it and pulling it back, only to kick it off again. He wasn’t able to sleep and he wasn’t really sure why. There was no one around to disturb him, there was little on his mind. He’d stripped off all his non-organic armour and even turned off his flames, to make the room darker. So far though, nothing had worked. Retvik just wasn’t feeling tired or comfortable. So when something knocked on his bedroom door, Retvik was almost pleased for an excuse to get up.
As Retvik opened the door though, he was somewhat surprised. Sure, the ship on which Retvik lived on currently only had four occupants, himself and three others, but he definitely did not expect to see Litvir standing in the hallway, as naked as Retvik was.
“Take me.”
Retvik blinked in confusion. “What?”
“Take me.”
It took a moment to realise what Litvir wanted. “I thought you believed you did not deserve sex with someone as wonderful as myself.”
Litvir tutted, leaning vaguely seductively on the door frame. “I did. But I am happy to admit that I was very wrong. Sex is one of those things one simply should not deny. I will also admit that I want you and your body. Right now.”
“You want me?”
Litvir closed his eyes, taking a long, deep breath, almost in frustration. “I do. To be fair, almost every Rethan wanted you. The flaming hot perfection that you are.”
“Yet you are hesitating?” Retvik leaned to one side, glancing past Litvir to make sure no one was watching them. He may have mostly trusted Litvir these days, but there was still a hint of worry. The best way to deal with that was to push his worries onto Litvir and make him explain himself better. “You actually seem rather nervous.”
“Because I am…” Litvir admitted, making a slight movement to step into Retvik’s room, which was way warmer than the cold, almost clinical hallway he was standing in. “I have not… had sex with any being for a good couple of decades. Nothing at all, not even a proper nuzzle. Although we do have some sort of connection, I… am not sure how to take this. All I know is, right now, I want to sleep with you. And I am somewhat desperate”
“Have you felt like this for a while?”
“Ever since we finished the Decay Lord trials, and we ended up sharing emotions. I have had similar feelings for Arkay, but, well, we both know how he is.”
Retvik looked Litvir up and down, playfully biting his tongue. This was not the same Litvir that Retvik physically remembered. Their changes into Decaylings had meant that Livtir had lost most of his old bulk, replacing it with a tender, lithe form. One just a little smaller than Retvik, who was certainly taller than he used to be. Either way, Litvir was genuinely far more attractive than he used to be.
With a smile, Retvik pulled Litvir into his room, gently closing the door behind him, before pushing Litvir onto his bed.
“How much do you want me?” Retvik asked.
Litvir took a moment to respond, somewhat surprised at how Retvik had so easily dragged him in.
“A lot.”
Retvik smirked as he pulled Litvir’s legs apart, leaning over him, running his claws down Litvir’s exposed sides. Litvir shuddered in anticipation, almost shivering as he felt Retvik’s warm breath over his body.
“Good…” Retvik whispered as he pressed himself against Litvir, sliding his hand between their legs. “Because I want you too…”