Meanwhile Taharqi collects some sturdier-looking branches and sets them up in a somewhat-triangular shape to hang the meat from. Then he shaves some bark from the nearby trees to alight them to smoke the meat overnight.

Tintin watches appreciatively. "You're very good at - things," he says inadequately.

"Things?" he asks archly, not taking his eyes off the bark to make sure it's burning right.

"You had to learn all this yourself, didn't you? I have so much stuff, but if you took it away I'd be lost. If you lost everything you had, you could make it all over again." He shrugs. "I don't know. It's just - perspective. You know?"

Taharqi hums a bit to himself and tilts his head. "I guess? But the man I met today is a resourceful, skilled one who is quick on his—metaphorical—feet, and I do not doubt he would figure it out just as well."

"Perhaps. Perhaps I'd have forgotten to set up a water capture and not known how to hunt and - I don't know. I don't think I'd have done half so well on my own, is all. I'm glad to have you. And to be useful in my way."

"And you do have all your technology so that is extremely useful, too."

    "Are the two of you going to fuck anytime soon or should I just go to sleep?" asks Raziya.

"Not for your benefit," Tintin snipes. "-sorry, that was mean. You can feel free to go to sleep if you're not feeling adequately entertained."

"I do still want you, though," Taharqi says while Raziya grumbles to herself.

"Well. I'm happy to hear it. I'm still not inclined to put on a show but I might be inclined to take this somewhere a bit more private."

Taharqi would love to take Tintin somewhere more private!

Tintin will happily follow!

"I do enjoy feeling the air against my skin," he confesses, "but being naked all the time does mean I don't get to strip seductively for you. Which I think I'd like to."

"—okay, I can definitely see the appeal. I think. Probably not as much as you? But—yeah, you could definitely make a show of it."

"You should see the asari do it. I'm not attracted to them, but even I know it's very impressive."

"Maybe you should show me sometime," he says, before pulling Tintin in for a slightly impatient kiss.

He's been feeling deprived, okay, Tintin has been acting hot almost nonstop for the last like hour or two.

Oh good kiss. Tintin enjoys this part.

Taharqi does, too, as Tintin can probably rather tell. "Great Serpent you're so hot," he pants, moving down Tintin's neck and shoulder to kiss and bite and lick and—

Tintin is not quite as hungry as Taharqi, but he does want this. He grips Taharqi's cock and strokes experimentally. "It's so big - so warm," he marvels. "I want to taste it."

"—yeah?" he breathes into Tintin's skin. "If you want—I would like that—" Okay more kissing now.

Tintin gets down on his knees and - just sort of beholds Taharqi's cock for a bit, still stroking gently but mostly just looking, breathing, existing near it.

Tentatively, he licks the head.

Taharqi puts one hand on Tintin's head and starts running his calloused fingers along his hair. His breathing is still heavy, and it shudders anticipatorily when Tintin gives him a lick.

He's already slick with precum, and this doesn't improve matters.

Tintin will... nuzzle his balls. That sounds like a good time. He sucks one into his mouth and rolls it around a bit.

He's adorable. And actually extremely hot. Taharqi moans softly and continues to scratch Tintin's head lightly with his nails while running his hand through Tintin's hair.

When Tintin has finished with Taharqi's balls, he returns to the head and takes it into his mouth. He holds it there for a moment, swirling his tongue experimentally.

"Fuck—you're going to drive me crazy—" says Taharqi, his eyes fluttering shut and his breath getting heavier.