radchmeme | NSFW Prompt Post

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If anyone's read Night's Slow Poison, I'd love a fic where Kels takes off his mask when they're going to have sex and Awt Emnys gets distracted looking at/touching his face, since he's never seen it before.

The sole m/m ship of this fandom must be filled.

Also this is implying Awt has been on Kels route a few times before right? When you say "never seen his face before"

Either way, it doesn't have to be specified. Just the first time they have sex.

here I am to deliver the m/m and the angst

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Something was different this time. Awt Emnys would not know what it was until much later, but he knew from the beginning that something was different.

On the surface, everything was the same. A crushing amount of sameness-- if making this journey once or twice was to brush the edge of insanity, making it as many times as Awt had was to wrap insanity around himself like a shawl. But Inarakhat Kels was there, as he always was, with his soft, polite voice, his smooth gestures, his faintly glinting eyes buried behind his plain, conservative mask. Awt wondered how he never tired of exchanging the same pleasantries with him, trip after trip, starting over each time, but then Kels' eyes would flash and Awt would remember.

If Awt was being honest, he had dreams about those eyes, about what they might look like behind the mask that he had never seen beneath, but Awt wasn't in the business of being honest.

"Have you read Thersay?" Kels asked in the lounge, as he usually did around this point in the trip. Awt looked over to answer, and they discussed her for a moment, but the conversation began to slow, and Awt began to itch restlessly under a gaze from Kels that somehow felt more direct and pointed than any gaze he had experienced before.

"She must have been half mad," Kels said, and normally here he paused to gaze out at the expanse of space beyond the window, but this time his eyes did not leave Awt's face. Awt sat still, a faint thrill spreading slowly across his skin at the newness.

"It wouldn't surprise me in the least," he said. The lie tasted different in his mouth than all the other lies he'd told. He was surprised. It was strange, and exciting.

They were alone in the lounge, and Kels had the codes to the door. Awt let him make the first move, taking in a sharp breath despite himself when Kels' hands, unexpectedly cold, landed on his face, traced his neck, found the fabric of his shirt and tugged until it was on the floor. Awt moved then, opening Kels' uniform and applying teeth and lips and tongue to his chest, collarbone, shoulders. Something about the close press of the walls, the slow drag of the voyage, and the semi-public venue made both of their movements rushed nearly to the point of clumsiness. Awt wondered if something in Kels knew how long they had both been waiting for this, if enough of the memories lingered to leave Awt's own shape outlined in Kels' mind.

He didn't know how he would bring himself to take this memory, when it was time.

Awt's kilt was bunched around his waist now, his legs splayed carelessly open, one propped halfway on a chair from where he sat on the table, and Kels' hands were at his hips and thighs and dick. Awt was having to bend at an uncomfortable angle to give Kels the hickey he wanted to give him, a livid red mark on his shoulder, wishing to himself that he could bite deep enough that the mark would stay with Kels even when the memory of Awt was gone. A foolish thought, terrible for security, and it was lucky that he couldn't follow through on it.

Awt made an indignant noise when he suddenly found his mouth unoccupied; Kels had pulled away and was down on a knee in front of him. Awt's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of this, hadn't assumed that Kels would... But there he was, bent before Awt, and his fingers were at the fasteners of his mask. Awt's legs started to visibly shake, and he did nothing to stop them.

"Kels," he started to say, but then the mask was set aside, hairpins following it where they must have been caught up in the fasteners, Kels' hair falling longer than Awt had expected it onto his shoulders.

His eyes were brown and many-hued and they held Awt's steadily even over the dark blush gathering beneath them. It was better than any dream Awt had ever had by far. He knocked over the chair his leg had been resting on in his rush to get close, to press his hands on either side of Kels' face-- beautiful, coarsely boned, a slight cleft in the chin and a deep furrow between the eyes-- and taste his full lips. The walls seemed to expand with Awt's deep, awed breath in at the touch, and he felt Kels' small, surprised laugh tickle his lips, millimeters away. The room, the ship, the Crawl itself didn't feel close and tight anymore. Instead, everything was huge and bright and warm, like they'd emerged from the Crawl into the embrace of a sun.

Awt felt Kels' hands under his kilt again and remembered that they probably didn't have a lot of time in the lounge before someone tried to get in. He finally ended the kiss and pulled enough away that he could stare openly at Kels' face. Kels smiled, a quicksilver thing, very unlike the smile he gave as a courtesy to passengers as they passed in the halls. It made the skin around his eyes crimp into the faintly drawn lines at their corners. Awt brushed the lines with the tips of his fingers, felt the delicate curve of Kels' temporal bones under the skin. He kept his hands there as Kels bent once again and swallowed Awt's dick, kept them there when Kels reached up to cover Awt's shouting mouth in warning, at which point he removed one to cover his own mouth while Kels sucked him until Awt came hard into Kels' throat. Kels pulled off, with a polite little cough as he swallowed that almost made Awt hard all over again. That proved beyond his body's abilities, and he lay back on the table instead, staring at the upside-down cosmos out of the window behind him while he collected himself.

It was Kels. That's what was different this time. It was probably a good thing it had taken so long. Awt wasn't sure how he would have managed an experience like this on every trip, no matter how much he wanted it.

Kels was putting himself back together by the time Awt sat up: buttoning his uniform, wiping his mouth, reaching for his mask on the table. Seized with sudden emotion, feeling all at once like the walls were pressing in too close once again, Awt grabbed his wrist.

"You won't let me return the favor?" he said, feeling betrayed by the way his voice shook even under his casual words. Kels smiled and laid his free hand on Awt's face, pulling him close to kiss him again. Awt sank into it, not noticing Kels' other hand busying itself while they kissed, and by the time they separated his mask was back in place. Awt trailed his fingers along it, aiming for flirtatious but feeling almost mournful.

"No." Kels neatly twitched Awt's kilt back into place, hands resting a little too long on his thighs. "We should return the lounge to the rest of the passengers."

"Of course," Awt agreed. Kels unlocked the door and departed.

Kels was nothing but polite to Awt for the remaining two months of the journey, but Awt never got him alone again, and he was certain it was by design, although he couldn't tell why. Perhaps Kels was embarrassed, or regretful. Perhaps he had simply gotten what he wanted and had no further use for Awt. All of these theories made Awt far sadder than was proper for a spy who really shouldn't have gotten himself into this situation in the first place. If nothing else, the intervening weeks allowed Awt to rationalize himself into being able to do his job exactly as he was meant to, that last day when Kels walked in on him interrogating the pilot. Something really was different this time. Kels tried to stop him, of course, but Kels didn't understand. Awt allowed himself to entertain the idea, briefly, that Kels eventually might, and they could run off together, adopt some other mission.

"I will tell no one," Kels was saying, but Awt ignored him. He was almost finished, and then he would deal with Kels' memory, and then he would start working on what he could say next time to convince Kels to come with him.

But the next moment something near his head exploded, red suddenly replacing the black outside for ubiquitousness, pain replacing the stale taste of recycled air.

Something was different this time.

It was Kels.

Awt thought of temporal bones shattering beneath his fingers, and then he thought of nothing at all.

OP here- AHHH I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to this because IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS EVER. perfectly dramatic and beautiful and just right for them.<3

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