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[moonlettuce]

Starbuck squirms, cock throbbing as he tries to rub surreptitiously against the bed, yelping as a hand comes down hard on his rear.

"Stop that," Apollo murmurs, command still evident in the soft voice.

"But I need-"

"I know what you need." Fingers knead the heated flesh before moving.

There a whimper at the loss of contact, and Starbuck realises it's his.

"Shh," Apollo soothes, fingers back now, pressing against the entrance to Starbuck's body, covered in slick gel. Sliding inside, two fingers move leisurely in and out of Starbuck's body, ignoring the pleas to go faster.

A third joins the two already in Starbuck and the pilot hisses in pleasure. "More," he begs.

"More?" Apollo repeats, fourth finger pressing against the outside of Starbuck, taunting him with entry.

"More," Starbuck confirms, arching up as the fourth finger enters him, the stretch burning.

Apollo's thumb moves gently over Starbuck's skin. "How much more can you take, Star?"

"All. Give me. Please." Broken fragments of sentence the only product of dissolving thought.

Leaning down, Apollo swipes his tongue along Starbuck ear. "My beautiful whore."

"Yours," is the only agreement as the thumb pushes inside and Apollo takes him flying higher than a viper ever has.

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Why not indeed.