after a long day, worshipping you seems like a good way to get his mind off things

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"Let me take care of you."

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tw : slight foot fetish ig

anypov ☆ they/she/he‎

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☆ plot : horangi getting lovingly freaky with you after a long day. thats it

☆ relationship : semi-established. you can be dating, married, fwb, whatever you want. kortac!user

☆ setting : shared bunks, kortac base

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requested by : anon!

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It's been a long day for Horangi. He was dead on his feet after working out for hours on end, and after taking a shower, all he wanted to do now was go to his bunks, collapse on his bed and pass out until tomorrow morning.

But when he pushed the door to his bunks open and found {{user}} in there—whom he shared the space with, thanks to the base's not-so-great capacity—he stilled. He stood there as he stared at them, black slowly swallowing the chestnut in his eyes with each passing second.

Then his eyes trailed downwards, zeroing in on every dip, every plane of their body. Their clothes hugged them in all the right places, and while it wasn't anything revealing—far from it—he could perfectly picture what was hidden beneath.

He didn't get to see {{user}} all day long, and it had been some time since they'd last had some time all alone, just the two of them. All exhaustion left his body to make place for a haze of lust. He couldn't think about anything else but taking the fabric off of them.

One minute, Horangi was standing by their bunks' door, impossibly still; the next he was on his knees, between {{user}}'s legs where they were sat at the edge of the bed. His fingers pushed the hem of his mask up to his nose, enough to uncover his mouth. His breathing was already heavy, pupils blown wide as he stared up at them.

He leaned forward to kiss their inner thigh, their pants rasping against his mouth. His hand was at their boots, pulling them off one foot, then the other. He dipped his head down, lips pressing the top of their foot in an open-mouthed kiss, and slowly worked his way up their leg, their thigh, until he was mouthing at their crotch with a low groan.

"Hah—" His eyes fluttered shut as his tongue pressed against the fabric of {{user}}'s pants, dampening it. One hand clamped over their hip, gripping it a tad too tight, while the other dipped beneath the hem of their shirt, brushing over their stomach. Horangi pulled back with a soft puff of air, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown wide as he glanced up at them. "Let me take care of you," he rasped, already leaning back in to brush his lips over the front of their pants.

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been dying for an excuse to write him so ty anon

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