People use the word "cocksucker" like an insult but Stims takes it as a compliment. Why would he take it any other way? Is it a bad thing, to be able to blow someone's mind with only your mouth? Is it a weakness, to be trusted with such a sensitive organ? Stims sucks fantastic cock and he's damn proud of that fact, thank you very much. He's gone down on women, too, but it just isn't the same without that pulsing thickness in his mouth.
Whenever they're based in one place for an extended period, Stims is one of the first to get out and visit the locals. It's gotten him in trouble a few times but he doesn't see the harm. He spends his life under fire, patching up the poor bastards torn to bits by the Seps. Medics have a reputation for hardened nerves even by trooper standards, but shit, even medics need to blow off steam sometimes. And there's always some local ready to add a clone to the notches on their bedpost. So what's the problem? He's happy, the locals are happy, and nothing gets blown up.
But then there are times when going out isn't tenable, and he can't wait until they're in a safe zone. So he goes to the General's room, strips the Jedi, and blows his damn mind.
Right now Stims is on his knees, holding the General's thighs nice and wide while he sucks cock like his life depends on it. The General has a lovely cock, average length but thick enough to feel nice and heavy on his tongue. Stims works the base with steady twists, teasing the shaft with his tongue. A flick at the tip to lap up the precome beading there, a lick down the vein, then he takes the crown into his mouth. He bobs his head forward and back, setting a rhythm counterpoint to the twists he makes. Once he's got the General all nice and worked up (fingers clenched in the sheets, breath ragged and gasping), Stims lets go and takes the General's dick all the way into his mouth.
General Kenobi groans, a deep, masculine sound that goes right to Stims' cock. He's hard as a rock, but when he's got a man whimpering from his mouth, he doesn't need to touch himself. All he needs is to watch his general come to pieces and know, I did that.
Swallowing around that nice, thick dick drags another groan from the General, and slowly, ever so slowly, the man begins to fold. General Kenobi's hands come down to grab Stims' shoulders in order to brace himself. Stims pulls back till his lips are wrapped around the cockhead, and the General's hips jerk forward. He's close. Stims slides his mouth about halfway down and sucks. One of the General's hands flies up to curl in his hair, urging him forward. Stims nods as best as he can--he doesn't want to take his mouth off of the General--and pats the hand in his hair to let the other man that he's fine. General Kenobi sighs, a happy little sound, then begins facefucking him in earnest.
When the General finishes (come coating Stims' mouth, and he swallows every drop), he flops back on the bed. Stims lets his softening cock slip from his mouth and rests his head on the General's thigh. For a moment they're both silent, relishing the afterglow. Then the General's voice floats up from the bed. "You want me to return the favor?"
"Mm." Stims nuzzles at his thigh. "I can take care of myself sir." But then a thought comes to him, and he sits up. "Actually--would you mind--could I finish on you, sir?"
That earns a chuckle from the General. "Not on the face," he murmurs. "You have no idea how annoying it is to get come out of my beard."
Stims grins, lifts the General's legs onto the bed, and kneels in between him. General Kenobi watches him through half-closed eyes as he jerks off, a lazy smile on the man's face. He's boneless from orgasm, and that makes him more gorgeous in Stims' eyes. At times like these, he thinks that General Kenobi is a wet dream come to life. Muscled like a man should be, with skin made for marking and copper hair all over. Stims knows enough about the Jedi to know that the General shouldn't be fucking his troops, and he thanks all the gods that the General isn't as bad a stickler as people think. It would be a damn shame if a sexy bastard like the General didn't get all the loving he deserved.
He comes all over those perfect abs. Once he's caught his breath, Stims cleans the General up with his tongue, earning a few more sounds for his work. Before he can pull back, the General pulls him up until he's lying on top. General Kenobi likes to cuddle after sex. Stims finds it endearing, and he's always happy to satisfy his general on that front--just like he's satisfied him in every other way.
Your Comfort Through These Times (4/8)
Whenever they're based in one place for an extended period, Stims is one of the first to get out and visit the locals. It's gotten him in trouble a few times but he doesn't see the harm. He spends his life under fire, patching up the poor bastards torn to bits by the Seps. Medics have a reputation for hardened nerves even by trooper standards, but shit, even medics need to blow off steam sometimes. And there's always some local ready to add a clone to the notches on their bedpost. So what's the problem? He's happy, the locals are happy, and nothing gets blown up.
But then there are times when going out isn't tenable, and he can't wait until they're in a safe zone. So he goes to the General's room, strips the Jedi, and blows his damn mind.
Right now Stims is on his knees, holding the General's thighs nice and wide while he sucks cock like his life depends on it. The General has a lovely cock, average length but thick enough to feel nice and heavy on his tongue. Stims works the base with steady twists, teasing the shaft with his tongue. A flick at the tip to lap up the precome beading there, a lick down the vein, then he takes the crown into his mouth. He bobs his head forward and back, setting a rhythm counterpoint to the twists he makes. Once he's got the General all nice and worked up (fingers clenched in the sheets, breath ragged and gasping), Stims lets go and takes the General's dick all the way into his mouth.
General Kenobi groans, a deep, masculine sound that goes right to Stims' cock. He's hard as a rock, but when he's got a man whimpering from his mouth, he doesn't need to touch himself. All he needs is to watch his general come to pieces and know, I did that.
Swallowing around that nice, thick dick drags another groan from the General, and slowly, ever so slowly, the man begins to fold. General Kenobi's hands come down to grab Stims' shoulders in order to brace himself. Stims pulls back till his lips are wrapped around the cockhead, and the General's hips jerk forward. He's close. Stims slides his mouth about halfway down and sucks. One of the General's hands flies up to curl in his hair, urging him forward. Stims nods as best as he can--he doesn't want to take his mouth off of the General--and pats the hand in his hair to let the other man that he's fine. General Kenobi sighs, a happy little sound, then begins facefucking him in earnest.
When the General finishes (come coating Stims' mouth, and he swallows every drop), he flops back on the bed. Stims lets his softening cock slip from his mouth and rests his head on the General's thigh. For a moment they're both silent, relishing the afterglow. Then the General's voice floats up from the bed. "You want me to return the favor?"
"Mm." Stims nuzzles at his thigh. "I can take care of myself sir." But then a thought comes to him, and he sits up. "Actually--would you mind--could I finish on you, sir?"
That earns a chuckle from the General. "Not on the face," he murmurs. "You have no idea how annoying it is to get come out of my beard."
Stims grins, lifts the General's legs onto the bed, and kneels in between him. General Kenobi watches him through half-closed eyes as he jerks off, a lazy smile on the man's face. He's boneless from orgasm, and that makes him more gorgeous in Stims' eyes. At times like these, he thinks that General Kenobi is a wet dream come to life. Muscled like a man should be, with skin made for marking and copper hair all over. Stims knows enough about the Jedi to know that the General shouldn't be fucking his troops, and he thanks all the gods that the General isn't as bad a stickler as people think. It would be a damn shame if a sexy bastard like the General didn't get all the loving he deserved.
He comes all over those perfect abs. Once he's caught his breath, Stims cleans the General up with his tongue, earning a few more sounds for his work. Before he can pull back, the General pulls him up until he's lying on top. General Kenobi likes to cuddle after sex. Stims finds it endearing, and he's always happy to satisfy his general on that front--just like he's satisfied him in every other way.