And Tintin gets to be fucked against a boulder by a barbarian who is also moaning into his neck and occasionally biting said neck. Taharqi's hands are a bit too busy propping Tintin up so he can't play with Tintin's dick right there and then but he can hold their bodies close together and make sure he rubs Tintin's cock between their bodies while fucking his pussy.

When Taharqi bites his neck, Tintin moans, high and desperate, and his already tight cunt clenches almost painfully around Taharqi's cock. "Fuck - please -"

Oh he likes that does he. Good to know, that just means Taharqi gets to do more things Tintin likes. "Fuck you sound so hot when you moan like that," he growls, and now biting will be a more present element of fucking Tintin. Biting, and also a speedup of his thrusts into him, because he's actually rather close to coming, himself, after all of this. His eyes are squeezed shut and it's all he can do to keep thrusting and kissing and biting.

"Taharqi-"

Tintin manages to capture his partner's lips for a final, shuddering kiss. His mouth tastes sweet.

And if that didn't drive him over the edge, nothing would. He kisses back, fiercely, passionately, moaning into Tintin's lips as his hips lock into place and he shudders his loads into him, squeezing Tintin's body against his almost painfully tightly in his orgasm.

Tintin slumps in his arms.

"Well," he says after a moment's panting. "That was - thoroughly enjoyable."

Taharqi's body rumbles with his laughter as he rests his head on Tintin's shoulder and leans an arm against the boulder for some extra suppport while he winds down. His dick slides out of Tintin, slick with Tintin's juices, and twitches a bit as the last drops of his cum drip out. "Yes, it was. We should do it more. Maybe get Sendhei to join in when we get to my place, I think he would love fucking you."

"Oh, would he? - I don't think I fully understand your relationship to Sendhei. Is he your lover, your husband, your - friend with benefits?"

"Benefits," he chokes, pulling away from Tintin's shoulder with a grin. "We live together, he helps me take care of the house and the animals, we sometimes do things together like hunting or dancing or sex or dice games. I would say we are friends, yes."

"Alright, that's more or less comprehensible. I will think about it. I - don't know exactly what about the idea makes me anxious but there's something there."

Tintin is tired of being sticky. He waves his omni-tool over his crotch; it glows, and he's mostly clean again. (Omni-tool cleaning isn't as good as a decent shower, but it'll do in a pinch.) He gestures at Taharqi's cock. "Would you like me to..."

"—that is really cool. I don't know, the idea of walking around smelling of you sounds really appealing but that is one very handy tool."

"It's the same principle that lets it make things - on a basic level it's all just moving very tiny particles of stuff around."

He deactivates the tool and wriggles out of Taharqi's grip, landing lightly on the sand. Then he starts stepping into his suit.

Seems like Tintin has made the decision for him.

"I know you said being naked is very sexual in your society and I said it's not, here, but I would be lying if I said I didn't find the sight of you naked much prettier than that suit."

Tintin - hesitates.

"I'd have to make myself shoes. And - I'd get sand all over my legs." He blushes. "And. It'd make me desperately horny. Being naked in front of everyone."

Dick twitch. "Am I meant to be trying to downplay it or point out that I for one would not object to seeing you desperately horny?"

"I don't even know. It's - it's considered rude, to involve other people in sexual activities they haven't asked to be involved in. Such as by being naked in front of them and getting off on it."

He blinks twice. "I... don't think I would have considered seeing someone else do something sexual as being involved in it?"

Tintin shrugs. "Sexual ethics are complicated. And I haven't really studied them in depth, because I wasn't having any sex. But... I'd be uncomfortable, if someone from my home society was clearly enjoying me seeing them naked." He pauses. "I think? I'd... expect to be uncomfortable. Or embarrassed, at least, on their behalf."

"I... am not sure I understand but I'll trust you. You certainly do not have to do anything just because I would appreciate it. I am sure I will have more opportunities to appreciate you in the future."

"I just - I don't know where the feeling is coming from, really, apart from my acculturation, and... I don't like being - limited by things that don't matter in the context I'm in?"

He shakes his head, steps out of the suit, and packs it into his backpack. Then he manufactures himself a pair of 20th-century-style hiking boots and starts lacing them onto his feet. "I'm going to try it."

He doesn't really know why but this makes him feel like kissing Tintin.

But he doesn't really care, so once Tintin has his boots on he leans forward to do just that.

Tintin squeaks with happy surprise, then kisses him back.

"You are—" He pauses, and seems to consider his words for a couple of seconds. "I don't have an adjective. Really attractive, but that is not all." Shrug.

"Well. Thank you. You are also very attractive, and - in many ways also difficult to describe? You're very accommodating, which I mean as more of a compliment than it sounds."

Taharqi grins once more and bows a little. "I shall take it as intended. I think." He straightens up again. "—we should probably actually go eat food during this 'food and rest' break, though."