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The Derelict is dead silent when Ellis stumbles back aboard. His foot is heavy, and his hands hurt from using his crutches all day. Even his amputation is starting to get sore, protesting the prosthetic leg. The silence can only mean he’s late - much later than he intended to be. Drifter is definitely asleep, which really isn’t helpful considering the frustrated hungry sparkling through Ellis’ body each time he shifts his weight and rubs his dick between his thighs. He’ll have to settle for grabbing his toy and taking his frustration out on the couch again. He really needs to stop working so damned late. And on the one night Eido had agreed to babysit so he could have some private time! Just his damned luck.
When he eventually reaches the bedroom, his suspicions are confirmed. Drifter is sprawled across the bed on his back, naked with his dick semi-hard, laying across his stomach. Ellis swallows thickly, a taunting whisper in the back of his mind reminding him of a discussion he once had with Drifter. One where Drifter had given him explicit permission that if the mood ever did arise in him, he didn’t necessarily have to wake him.
Despite the prior consent, Ellis doesn’t put effort toward being quiet as he strips down, letting his crutches knock against everything, dropping his greaves to the ground messily, causing them to clatter, removing bits and pieces of his armour until he was only clad in his underwear, palming himself as he stared at the bed. Drifter’s cock twitches, the tip leaking precum as if it knows what’s about to happen. An impossibility, considering Drifter is completely unconscious (Ellis swears he could sleep through the end of the world). The pads of his fingers come away sticky with slick, so he wipes them on his boxers and sits on the edge of the bed, tugging his prosthetic off and then the sock. He stares at his leg for a moment, contemplating keeping it on for extra support. He did not need to tip over and accidentally squish him… yet Drifter has never complained when he has in the past. In fact, he’s asked him to on more than a few occasions.
Ellis sets his prosthetic to the side with a shake of his head and a playful smile. He was certainly dating a strange man.
Not that he could judge right now as he discards his boxers onto the bed somewhere roughly near Drifter’s head and crawls toward him. He’s exhausted, but that doesn’t stop him from stranding Drifter’s waist and watching the unassuming, quiet face of his lover as he works himself open with his own fingers. A frustrated huff leaves his mouth as he finds himself unsatisfied.
“Fuck, so I’m really doing this?” he asks himself, already knowing the answer as he wraps his hand around Drifter’s cock and lifts his hips ever so slightly.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as he lowers himself down, pushing the velvety head inside himself. Drifter has never been particularly large, but, fuck, he’s always felt perfect. Just enough girth to make Ellis moan as he lets himself rest with the full length inside himself. He watches Drifter’s face carefully for any sign that he was about to wake up - he may have permission to do this but he wasn’t sure how he would react, given Drifter’s strained trust in others. He wanted to be prepared, just in case.
With one hand on his dick rolling the head between his fingers and the other behind himself for extra support, Ellis rides him for all he’s worth. The unyielding chill is just enough to stave off his orgasm, keeping him on the wave of orgasmic high as he bucks and grinds his hips against Drifter, focusing solely on his own completion. He closes his eyes, tipping his head back and letting himself be heard. There was no one else on the ship; no reason he had to stay quiet lest he wake his kids.
Suddenly something impacts his chest, and he falls onto his back with a soft ‘oof.’ Opening his eyes quickly to see Drifter looming over him, panting as he realigns himself and pushes back into Ellis’ cunt. Drifter merely grins down at him as he pushes Ellis’ thigh up to get a better angle, fucking into him like a man starved.
“Sorry I’m late,” Ellis manages between moans, his voice pitching ever so slightly.
“I was barely dozing. Heard ya come in -” Drifter grins, pecking him on the lips - “Just wanted to see how far you’d go.”
Ellis rolls his eyes and grabs his hair, yanking him down into a hungry kiss. Their teeth smash together, and both wince, yet neither pulls away - too intent on devouring the other. Drifter’s hand clumsily finds Ellis’ dick, rolling it between his fingers before pressing his palm flat against it and letting him rut against him. Ellis pants between the sloppy kisses, feeling Drifter’s nails dig into his thigh. The burning heat between his thighs is searing now, begging for release.
“Drifter - fuck - I’m so close,” Ellis whines, grinding his hips harder against Drifter’s hand.
“Right behind ya, hotshot,” Drifter groans, nibbling at Ellis’ neck.
With a shout, Ellis cums hard, his back arching off the bed as his hand scramble to pull Drifter closer to him. True to his word, Drifter gives a few more sloppy thrusts before collapsing against his chest, spilling hot spurts of cum inside him. His dick pulls out slightly as he shifts, a trail of cum trickling down Ellis’ taint.
“I needed that,” Ellis sighs, carding his fingers through Drifter’s hair.
“Heh, so have I. The damn Vanguard is straighter than the angles of the black fleet - and Saladin ain’t much better. Been missing yer company and -” Drifter cups Ellis’ chest, pushing his pecs together - “these pillows,” he snickers.
“You’re insufferable,” Ellis laughs, running his knuckles down Drifter’s spine.
“I try ta be,” Drifter hums, kissing Ellis’ top surgery scar. “Keeps things interesting.”
“Very much so,” Ellis agrees with a soft smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, my love.”
“Good thing I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere,” Drifter promises, lifting his head and kissing the corner of Ellis’ mouth. The corner with the burn scars he knows Ellis hates. Ellis smiles and kisses him back, letting the night pass them by.