flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"I must admit I've always been curious." He pulled himself up on the ladder, swinging over to slide into place on Poe's lap. He leaned back, tipping his head up to nose at the underside of Poe's jaw. "So? Show me how this beast works."

Poe chuckled, sliding his arms around Zevran, and then reaching for the dashboard - more to tease him more than anything. "Pretty simple, you turn it on and then take it for a ride." It would help if he could stop smugly grinning, maybe, but it was hard not to grin with Zevran in his lap nuzzling at the stubble on his chin.

"I can't reach the joystick from here, but that's the easiest way to control it."

His hands moved again, sliding down Zevran's back to pull him more firmly into his lap.

"I'm sure you could reach it if you truly wished." Zevran murmured, dragging his nose in an idle line along Poe's throat, nipping at his skin. A fine man with a fine figure and a fine mind that seemed to be of a mind. He couldn't say he wasn't tempted.

Rolling his hips back against Poe probably wasn't required, but he did it all the same. Why else were they in this cockpit?

"You have not yet explained why it is called the 'cockpit'." He is terribly curious

He bit his lip before leaning in, reaching past Zevran to pull on the Joystick, which, in the cramped condition, butted gently against Zevran's backside.

"It controls the pitch," He murmured, his voice quiet because they were, by necessity, quite close.

"As for names... I think that's easier shown than told," he teased, lips quirking.

"Well then." This was cozy- not a lot of room to manuver- but for one body it was likely more than enough. Were Zevran a human rather than an elf this might be a bit more difficult but as he was not? There was room to shift and brace his feet to offer himself that much more leverage for rolling their hips together in a deliberate grind. "I am, as we elves say, all ears."

Poe's breath hitched, the half smile catching on his lips and spreading - making him bite at his lips slightly.

"Funny, we have that expression, too," He replied, his hand spreading on Zevran's back, pushing him slowly against him as he rolled his hips up to meet that delicious, teasing grind. "Can't claim that I've every been particularly good at listening." Fingers splayed, tugging at Zevran's shirt, pulling it free from his belt and then sliding up against warm skin.

"Apparently I tend to jump in feet first."

Or in this case, cock first, which was making itself very, very well known as he pressed Zevran down against him again.

"You seem much better suited to talking-" Not that he minded it in the slightest. Poe's voice had a pleasing lilt to it, some of the words foreign bu- he did not need to understand to grasp the innuendo. For there was innuendo going on in this cockpit- the very place was a double entendre in and of itself.

Slow to better show off Zevran leaned back to peel his shirt up and off, revealing all his tanned and tattooed skin for Poe's perusal. "That is a fine way to land yourself in trouble, my friend."

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