Felsiris 25

#25... a kiss as a "yes"! I've had this one rotating waiting its turn for days <3

Felwinter peeked over the top of his book curiously, far from the first time that morning. 

The study was quiet, candles nearly burned down as the rising sun lit the room gold. The fireplace was dark: it'd been a relatively warm night, and they hadn't needed the extra heat. The brightening sky outside was clear, and somewhere just outside nearby, a bird sang, happily heralding what was certain to be a beautiful, sunny spring day.  But across from where Felwinter sat in his high-backed throne of a chair, Osiris squirmed on the sofa.  He most assuredly wasn't aware of what he was doing, or he'd be putting up much more resistance, Felwinter was sure, but as things were, there was no denying something had gotten under his student's skin.  Several times, the young Warlock had taken a breath as if to speak, then lurched his attention back to the book wilting in his grip as soon as Felwinter looked up. He had something to say, but so far hadn't managed to get it out. 

Unfortunately for Osiris, Felwinter was as patient as the rock this temple was built on, and whatever Osiris was trying to hold in would wiggle out eventually whether he meant to allow it or not.  Said student shifted again, unfolding his legs where he sat curled on the sofa, only to immediately re-fold them and sink back into his comfortable slump after only seconds of sitting upright. Felwinter made the faintest noise, as if clearing his throat, and he watched from his peripheral to see Osiris' head pop up briefly before he dug his nose all the harder back into his book.  Felwinter was an impossibly patient man, but he didn't think he'd have to wait much longer.  "..." Osiris drew in another sharp breath and Felwinter had to resist looking up until he was actually addressed. "...Lord Felwinter?"  Ah. There it was.  He looked up slowly from his reading and gave Osiris a slow blink, as if he hadn't been waiting to hear his name.  "Yes, Osiris?" He hummed, setting the book aside and uncrossing his ankles and straightening ever so slightly to signal Osiris had his full attention.  Osiris' eyes widened as though he'd been caught at something, and he chewed his lip, but Felwinter continued to wait.  "I - that is, um-" Osiris fumbled his words, his face slowly turning red. "Well, I was wondering, if you wanted, anyway, maybe not, but, well, it's-" he coughed and gave his face a hard scrubbing with both hands. "What I mean to say is," he started over, drawing a deep, steadying breath. "It's going to be a beautiful day." He paused, eyeing Felwinter, who nodded in agreement. "I um... I gathered some things from the kitchen last night, and there's some blankets... That meadow full of wildflowers down slope a ways should be at the most vibrant it can be right now." He cut off, hesitating. "I suspect you're correct," Felwinter supplied, hoping to encourage him.  "I wondered if today you... would like to go? With me?"  Felwinter set his book aside and stood slowly. What a delightful surprise. He'd been worried something bad had happened - Osiris had a knack for trouble, after all. He liked this prospect much more.  "Osiris..." He approached his student - no, his lover today, and admired his fiery blush for a moment. "Did you just invite me on a date?" He enjoyed keeping Osiris entertained, doting on him every chance he got, but that Osiris returned the service was a pleasant first.  "I - err- y-yes, if ...if you want," Osiris gasped. He was wringing his book between his hands, and Felwinter wondered, amused, if he might tear it in half. He knelt, bringing himself on-level, and smiled into Osiris' eyes briefly before leaning in and kissing him deeply. "I'd love that." 

Osiris x shaxx x saint-14 (read your message fic and cant get these three out of my head love them sm)

44. Out of lust

Have a fic! :D

Warlord Privileges (1281 words) by ZaliaChimera Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14/Shaxx (Destiny) Characters: Saint-14 (Destiny), Shaxx (Destiny), Osiris (Destiny) Additional Tags: The Last City (Destiny), Showering Together, Showers, Shower Sex, Friendship, Friends With Benefits, Kissing, Nudity, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Masturbation in Shower, Established Relationship, Teasing, Lust, Affection, Post-Mission, post-mission sex, Love Summary: Lord Shaxx takes time to appreciate his companions after a rough mission, and encourages them to do the same.

✨ BONUS CHALLENGE: Red/Felwinter, #34 …to pretend

Oooohh man I really struggled with this! Not because of the topic, but because all these jerks wanted to do was ARGUE over and over. I finally got them to calm down at least on the 3rd try. Perhaps sometime I'll re-visit this, though. I think I can do better. For now...enjoy whatever this is XD

It was a bumpy flight home. Ana was doing her best to fly the shuttle as level as possible but entry into any atmosphere was never smooth. The ship shook, rattling the two Exos in their seats. Neither seemed to notice, however, each too focused on the object of his attention. Or seemed to be. Felwinter had either found something stupendously interesting in the floor panels, or else he was simply adamantly refusing to look up, let alone anywhere even remotely in Rasputin’s general direction. 

This cold-shoulder treatment was familiar, but it seemed feeble today. It had been a spectacular mission. They’d returned with nary a scratch, the objective cleared without any resistance that mattered. 

The two of them had completely rolled an entire nest full of Hive like they were made of paper. 

It was a strange joy for Rasputin to do strikes alongside Felwinter. In combat, they might as well be one, as close to sharing a mind as they could get without getting cables involved, working flawlessly together in close concert, every maneuver like a well-practiced dance step. As soon as the work was done and peace settled once more, however, Felwinter became surly, at times borderline hostile. If Rasputin wanted anything from him, they had to keep working. It was business or bust. 

It was... disappointing.

But oh, the fights were exhilarating. Rasputin was powerful, but Felwinter was a sight to behold. The Warmind had forged countless weapons in his time, but the one he’d made without intending to was perhaps his finest work.

Rasputin let out a squelch of static - a mechanical clearing of the throat, and Felwinter looked up and over at him, his eyes bright like he’d been startled. His stare was piercing, and for a moment, Rasputin faltered. 

“Yes?” Felwinter said at last, tense.

It was Rasputin’s turn to look away. 

“Thinking,” he said. “You?” Felwinter still didn’t have much inflection to his voice, but Rasputin heard the sarcasm all the same. 

“It’s what I was built for,” Rasputin reasoned. “And yet so many thoughtless acts,” Felwinter grumbled. This offended Rasputin but he knew Felwinter was right, also. He bit back his retorts and opted for transparency instead. “I was thinking of how well we work as a team,” Rasputin offered. This got him a look from the other Exo. Felwinter’s stony expression turned briefly uncomfortable, but cleared quickly to a more affected neutrality compared to his usual flat countenance. “Well. It’s what you built me for, isn’t it?” he said at last, recovering, a touch of poison slipping into his low voice. Rasputin blinked at him. “Not at all,” he said. Felwinter stared at him. “I built you to explore and love humanity in ways I was unable.” It was Felwinter’s turn to blink rapidly, stunned. “To explore the world and the people in it and carry back your stories so that I may learn as well. You operate alone now but from my understanding, you’ve excelled in your purpose.” Rasputin drew a breath. “I bent you into being a powerful warrior. Into being able to read and predict my every move, like the rest of your enemies. I wish now that I hadn’t, but all the same, it served you well today.” Felwinter crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head and shoulders away as if to deflect the compliments, and Rasputin couldn’t help but think he’d been spending too much time around Osiris. “You almost sound proud,” Felwinter told the bulkhead above and to one side of Rasputin. Rasputin stood from his cargo bay jumpseat, wobbling once as a strong thermal hit the ship as soon as he did, and fought not to stagger too much on his way over to sit beside Felwinter. Sometimes…sometimes he could catch Felwinter off-guard for a little while, and it was easier to pretend things could be normal with them. Good even, with a little effort. 

Another bump of hard air sent their shoulders clashing together seconds after he sat. Felwinter jumped and Rasputin inched away a little, but didn’t give up his new seat. “I am proud,” Rasputin said, taking a risk and reaching out to drape one arm over Felwinter’s shoulders. The Warlock twitched but didn’t protest, though Rasputin could feel how he nearly trembled. Felwinter let out a rasping breath, and finally looked back over at him. “A feather in my cap? I hear you’re nearly impossible to impress,” Felwinter said. True, but a flash of irritation made Rasputin’s chest go a little hot. Had the Vanguard told him that? Or… perhaps it was Ana. He squashed the misled line of thinking and refocused on Felwinter. “The same could be said for you,” Rasputin countered wryly. Another bump and a hard lurch to one side sent the pair flying together with enough force to startle a grunt out of Felwinter. Rasputin’s hands moved on reflex, gripping Felwinter firmly by the shoulders to steady him. He squinted up toward the cockpit, beginning to wonder if this was something Ana was doing on purpose. She was suspiciously quiet up there. 

“What’s the old adage about the tree and the nut that falls?” Felwinter muttered, shrugging against Rasputin’s hands but not pushing him away.  

Rasputin let fly a genuine, bark of a laugh. Felwinter didn’t ever laugh that he was aware of, but he heard him let fly a soft vent of air, a puff of dry heat that Rasputin read as such. Whatever stood in for the Warmind’s heart warmed and swelled, and before his clunky little human-sized processor caught up with the hard-wired reflexes of his body, he’d pulled Felwinter in tight against his side and bumped a swift but sincere kiss atop the scuffed and scarred dome of his head. For a fleeting moment, they felt like family, and Rasputin got the precarious joy of pretending things were truly that way. Then Felwinter stood abruptly and braved the enduring turbulence to sway his way out of the cargo hold where they’d been riding up into the cockpit where he took up the copilot’s seat beside Ana. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t look back even once.Rasputin sighed, woebegone, but he couldn’t help but notice: Felwinter’s reaction had been far milder than he could have expected. He sat back, satisfied, and contented himself to listen as Ana began to do everything in her power to chat Felwinter up, happily carrying on a one-sided conversation without a care. Perhaps, one day, it would be more than just pretending.

aaaaaaand Timur x Gheleon #30 - as comfort

The Temple halls were quiet, the torches guttering. Normally no one would be up and about at this hour, but one particular Hunter simply couldn't help it.

Gheleon paced the halls restlessly, the energy he was giving off making the few people who saw him avoid him entirely. He wasn't stalking like he normally did; he was downright jumpy, and a jumpy Gheleon made for unfortunate holes in objects (and sometimes people).

"Wearing a track in the floor won't help, you know," Timur said from his position of relative safety at a corner of a hallway. Gheleon yipped and drew a blade, but relaxed almost immediately.

"How do you stand it?" Gheleon asked, crossing to step into Timur's waiting embrace. Timur hugged the shorter Hunter close and chuckled.

"Who says I do? But he'll be fine, promise," Timur murmured.

"I know, I know, I just... We've only just begun this ... this ... us, and I always think of the worst things happening, and now I'm thinking of the worst things happening to him," Gheleon admitted.

"I know, but Colovance is smart, and sharp, and resourceful. I know this, and so do you," Timur said, then pulled back a little to look down at the Hunter briefly before he leaned in to give him a gentle, soothing kiss on the lips.

"Come on, stop pacing and come to bed. He'll be fine," Timur said a minute later after he broke the kiss.

Gheleon heaved a sigh, leaning a little further into Timur's embrace. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

Colovance would be fine, and in the meantime, Gheleon could relax in the comfort of Timur's kisses.

(Sorry, I tried to not be greedy, but I couldn't ; w ; ) Timur/Colovance, #23 …in relief

Ooooo a fun one!

"My dear, I enjoy your attention to detail, but you really don't need to take into account the rotation of the Earth in your telemetry - which you also don't need, when firing from the hip!" Timur laughed, glancing back at Colovance with a grin. They were crunch-shuffling through a wood blanketed in a thick layer of snow, trudging on a meandering patrol that felt more like a nature walk than actual work. "I mean... do you even know if those numbers you found are accurate? The Collapse changed our world in ways we are only beginning to grasp, nowhere near any attempt at understanding. What if your rotational speed was-" "One time!" Colovance interrupted his mentor's rambling before Timur went off the rails entirely. "That was one time! I got curious and did the math. I don't calculate the telemetry of every shot, you buffoon!"  Timur sniffed around his smirk and tossed his head, easily shaking off the insult and his student's ire. A puff of steam into the chilly air betrayed his muffled laugh.  "Well you certainly shoot like you do," he said primly. "Too slow?!" Colovance grumbled, annoyed by his master's teasing.  "Too accurate!" Timur countered brightly. "Goodness, must you always assume I only think the worst of you?!" He was still teasing, but Colovance couldn't help his displeased scowl.  Oddly, yes. He didn't like to reveal such insecurity, and he made a mental note to take more care to analyze both Lord Timur's words, and his own responses, when he got to teasing him like this. 

"My apologies," Colovance said lowly, looking away. Timur's head snapped up, and his smile vanished. "Oh come now," he took a long step close to Colovance, and stopped them both in their trek to pull him into a warm embrace. "I am only playing," he sighed, squeezing on Colovance until his student relaxed. "If I have gone too far you can say so, you know."  "I know I know," Colovance said, exasperated but melting in face of the reassurance. "I know better than to let you-" he cut off, turning his head sharply. He'd heard something, and stared into the woods, searching. 

To his credit, Timur didn't ask. He didn't speak at all, just as still and silent, following Colovance's gaze.  "Did you see movement just now?" Colovance whispered, straightening as Timur cautiously pulled away and drew his cannon.  "Yeah," Timur whispered back. A sudden breeze picked up, kicking up flurries of loose snow, and Colovance could smell the sharp tang of ozone that heralded the Stormcaller beginning to gather his Light. Colovance inched another step away, giving him room, and unslung his rifle.  Together they stood frozen in place, watching, waiting.  Nothing. Colovance let out a long breath. "Must have been-" he started, but Timur's hand shot out, silencing him.

"No."  Motion exploded, a great blur of darkness lunging from undergrowth denser than Colovance had realized. Timur reacted immediately, firing off several shots, the bang of his Lash muffled abruptly by the snow and the trees, but it didn't stop whatever was coming for them.  A body, double, triple Colovance's weight collided square with his chest, teeth and claws slashing and gnashing. There were limbs everywhere, twisted and deformed, and too many for anything that should have ever inhabited this region, and the heinous stench of rot so strong it made the young Warlock choke as he was toppled. It grabbed one arm in a sopping maw and bounded out of the clearing where they stood, dragging him along.  Colovance let out a startled yelp, but nothing more. Through the thickets, he could hear Timur screaming for him.  Sometimes, in moments of horror, they forgot what they truly were.  Colovance certainly had, and for several painful moments, he simply beat on the thing's misshapen face with his free hand until he remembered his gun and his Light. 

The shriek of thunder that cracked through the forest was deafening, and the effort left Colovance sweating, and the monster that had attacked him little more than a smoking husk.  His Ghost was mending his shredded arm, tutting softly at him in sympathy, by the time Timur caught up, following the tattered trail through the snow. The other Warlock looked harried, his eyes wide with panic.  "Colovance!" He nearly collided with his junior in his rush to join him, and Colovance had to take a little leap back to avoid being flattened yet again. As much as he liked his mentor, once was enough, snow and mud soaking his clothes from the first time. This didn't stop Timur from grabbing him and laying a fat smooch on his cheek.  "Oh you're ok!" He gasped, catching Colovance off guard and hauling him in for another crushing hug and more kisses all over his face. "That was awful!"  "I'm fine!" Colovance yelped, laughing softly, flustered. "I got him, see?" He hoisted an arm free of Timur's relentless grip and pointed to the smoldering mess that had once been his assailant. Timur blinked owlishly at him and looked over sharply. He gasped. He genuinely hadn't seen the thing right there until Colovance drew his attention to it. "Oh!" He giggled. "You... you fried it!"  "It had me by the arm," Colovance supplied lamely, shrugging. It was frightening, and painful, but in hindsight he was aware of how small of an issue it really was. Even if the thing ate him, his Ghost would rez him from his bones. If it didn't, he was certain Timur would have done no less.  Probably far worse in fact. Timur put his lips into Colovance's hair and sighed. He'd really been worried. Definitely far worse, Colovance decided. "I never doubted you," Timur hummed, giving him one last squeeze and a smooch. "No?" Colovance countered, giving him an arch look, hoping it would be enough to hide his brightening blush. "You ran here really fast. I heard you screaming."  This did not flap Timur the way he'd hoped it would. "Not wanting to see you hurt is not the same as trusting you are fully capable of defending yourself, my dear," Timur reminded warmly. "And I have mastered both."  The smile Colovance had been desperately trying to hold in broke free, and his blush deepened all the more as a result. He could tell Timur saw by the way he smiled in return. "That's.... that's really nice to hear."  Timur huffed a soft laugh, the grin he wore turning bright and heartfelt.  "Good. Don't forget it. Now come on," he wound an arm around Colovance's shoulder and began to lead him back through the muddy drag marks left behind by Colovance's attack. "Let's get you dried off...and warmed up." Colovance coughed, ducking down to hide his fiery blushing, but didn't argue. 

"Yes please." 

For felwinter x timur x Osiris the warlock bundle either 20 on a scar or 21 on an insecurity u pick

Hello! Thank you for playing! <3

Osiris and Timur were stood shoulder to shoulder over a particularly large blueprint spread over Felwinter's massive hardwood desk, whispering quietly in excited tones to one another. The pair didn't always necessarily agree with one another, but like all self-respecting Warlocks, neither could resist a problem to solve, especially when it involved a collaboration with a mind just as big as his own. 

They made a good team when they chose to put their heads together. 

Felwinter stood in the Study doorway, watching the pair in pleased silence until, as one, they both looked up. 

Timur smiled. 

"You're back!"

Osiris frowned.

"You're hurt..." He stood, pushing past Timur, and hurried to Felwinter as the Exo slid the rest of the way in, shutting the door softly behind him. Timur's smile inverted and he followed Osiris.

"Something go wrong?" 

"No," Felwinter said levelly. "I'm not injured. It's fine."  Osiris stomped right up to him and reached up. 

"Then what's this?" He touched Felwinter's face, thumb rubbing over a fairly deep gash under one eye. 

"How in the blazes did that happen, Fel?" Timur added, stepping in close to have a look as well. Felwinter shuffled back a step. "Slight miscalculation. It's no trouble, and my mission was a success," he insisted, slapping at Timur's hand when he too reached for him. Timur snorted.

"Stubborn," he said, rolling his eyes but leaving his lover alone.  "Tried a few times to buff it out," Felspring appeared, bobbing and spinning at Felwinter's shoulder, "but it's in there real good." Felwinter shrugged. "I think it's dashing," Felspring went on, giving Felwinter a squint.  "You were the one so insistent it be mended," Felwinter countered. "My timing is off by a millisecond just once and you seem to think I've gone senile."  Timur laughed. 

"I don't know, Fel," he said, reaching out again over Osiris' head to test the depth of the gash with his own fingertip. "I agree with Felspring. It's unusual for you to miscalculate by any degree."

"I was busy," Felwinter sighed. "Stop messing with it." Despite his words, he didn't swat at Timur a second time.

Osiris was staring up at Felwinter, eyes wide. 

"You do look rather like some fairy tale hero this way," he observed wryly. "It doesn't hurt?"

Felwinter shook his head.

"I don't feel a thing," he assured. "The Light cured the pain of it's infliction a long time ago." 

Osiris nodded in satisfaction, and leaned up, laying his lips over the new scar in a gentle, reverent kiss.

"Good. I like it," he whispered. This baffled Felwinter but he didn't refute him. Osiris' strange fancies were often part of his charm. 

"I like it too," Timur cooed, shuffling in and giving Osiris a playful bump with one hip, shoving him out of the way to deliver his own kiss to the new mark. "Roguish. Dangerous. It's suiting."  Felwinter sighed and shook his head. 

"I'll have to trust your judgment, I suppose," he said, woebegone. Osiris circled to his other side and gave his jaw another kiss at the same time Timur kissed his temple. They'd missed him.  "As you should."  

(sneaking into your askbox through vent with a rose 🌹) #29 or #39 for Timur/Colovance if you're ok with it 💕

Because I love you, you get both 💖💖 29 …as a promise. + 39 …because time’s run out. Timur/Colovance

--- "I wish you didn't have to go..." Timur paused in his packing, smoothing out some nonexistent wrinkles in a shirt he'd just folded and placed into the suitcase that lay open on his little-used bed. He couldn't look at Colovance or he would change his mind. He would absolutely change his mind. "I know. I wish I didn't either, but this is a great opportunity. The advances they're working on up there... it's really astounding," Timur said, carefully keeping his voice even. "I've even been promised a promotion." The younger tech managed a wan chuckle. "Doctor feels like a weird title for you. And I know it'll be great, and you'll be great, and I'm... I'm happy for you, truly, I just..." Colovance's voice cracked a bit and he sniffled. Timur glanced at Colovance out of the corner of his eye. He looked as miserable as Timur felt. He looked even smaller than usual now, his lean frame swallowed by one of Timur's sweaters, hugging himself and looking a little lost, his cheeks wet and his eyes red. Timur's throat closed and he quickly looked back at the suitcase and the pile of items he was slowly placing into it, and he swallowed hard to get past the lump before he spoke.

"Maybe another transfer position will open up and you'll come too?" Timur said. "Yeah, maybe," Colovance replied without enthusiasm. They both knew it wouldn't happen. Colovance had already been offered, and reluctantly accepted, Timur's soon-to-be-vacant position of Senior Maintenance Engineer. A hard rap came on the door frame and the Europa Expedition coordinator poked his head into the room, "You have five minutes! Shuttle leaves in fifteen, get moving!" Timur shook himself and started cramming items into the suitcase, taking much less care than he had previously. Colovance stood by, silent save for the sniffling, unable to bring himself to say anything further. Too soon, Timur finished packing his suitcase. He closed it, then set it next to the pair of duffels already waiting in the corridor. The Europa Expedition coordinator waited impatiently nearby. If he'd been wearing a watch, he'd be staring at it pointedly. As it was, Timur was surprised he wasn't tapping his foot. Timur finally turned to Colovance. "Hey," he said softly. "Come here." Colovance wiped at his face and walked to Timur, and looked up at him. He didn't bother trying to halt the tears. Timur sighed and folded Colovance into his arms, tucking the younger tech under his chin. "Hey, it's not forever," he said, then pulled back and looked down at him. "Promise?" Colovance asked. Timur gently took Colovance's face between his hands and bent his head, capturing Colovance's lips in a kiss that betrayed the edge of desperation Timur was feeling. For a few precious seconds, nothing else existed as Timur poured himself into the kiss, as if he could simply physically leave his heart and soul where they belonged - in Colovance's capable hands. Timur broke the kiss slowly, reluctantly, but kept his face close, not shying away from the salt of Colovance's tears. "I promise," Timur murmured. "We'll be together again someday, you'll see." "I'm holding you to that," Colovance whispered, brokenly, but fiercely. "I'd expect nothing less from my most stubborn, best beloved tech," Timur said, his voice breaking slightly as he tripped over the word beloved. The Expedition coordinator loudly cleared his throat and Timur kissed Colovance's forehead. Colovance squeezed Timur as tight as he could, with a little grunt of effort, then let him step away.

Timur threw one duffel over his shoulder, then picked up the other, and his suitcase. He looked back over his shoulder at Colovance. "Bye, sweetheart," he whispered, then turned away before he could see Colovance's face crumple and change his mind.

Fel+Osiris - …because they’re running out of time.

This was getting dangerously easy to write angst for, but I refuse. You get horny instead.

It was dark, crowded, and too warm in the claustrophobic space, but neither Felwinter nor Osiris paid the discomfort much mind. They were focused on one, and only one thing: one another. The smell of spices and brandy filled Felwinter's senses, Osiris' breath and lips sweet from it. It was rare either of them would imbibe this way but tonight the whole temple had let it's metaphorical hair down, and drinking and games and good food were all in rich abundance. 

And for some, passion.

This wasn't necessarily the reason they found themselves tangled together in a utility closet, but it was certainly the result.

A sudden Bang! at Felwinter's back made Osiris jump and stumble into giddy, snorting laughter.  "Hey, c'mon!" From outside the closet, Gheleon's voice was thick with drink and muffled by the flimsy barrier between them and their comrades. "Yer time's up, guys!" 

They ignored him. Osiris' hands had worked their way under Felwinter's clothes, nimble fingers doing terrible things to wonderful synapses. Felwinter hunched up, ducking down to mouth at Osiris' neck where he'd pulled his lapels away, making him stifle a moan. Gheleon laid down another stout thud against the door. "It's seven minutes not.... not seventeen! Traveler's crack, did you lads fall asleep in there or what?!"

Felwinter chuckled. He could hear Timur's raucous laugh from somewhere else beyond the closet. They might surprise everyone else, but the Stormcaller knew what was up.   "Damn it..." Osiris lifted his mouth away from Felwinter's jaw and took a breath to call back, loaded obscenities clear on his face, but Felwinter laid a fingertip over his lips.  "We should let someone else have a turn," he murmured, voice soft with delight. He withdrew, and gave Osiris' clothes a few rough tugs to straighten them out....somewhat. Osiris sputtered and scowled at him. "Fel??? You guys okay in there?!" Gheleon's calls were starting to sound concerned. "Yes," Felwinter finally answered. "We're-!"  Osiris reached up and yanked him down hard for one last searing, gnashing kiss. They were well out of time, but he did not care. They could explain themselves, or not, or apologize, or not... later.  The others could wait.