**The sound of flesh meeting flesh almost echoed within the otherwise silent captain’s quarters,** the room proofed against the pervasive noises aboard any voidgoing vessel. Only slick obscenity could be heard; the slaps of sweat and lube-slicked skin mingling with the pleased deep grunts of the rogue trader lying on his back, along with the sweet mewling moans of the young man riding him. Even in the dim light of the half lit luxglobes and the cool recycled air, the sheen of sweat sparkled over the captain’s swarthy skin and the much paler complexion of his current paramour, the pearly froth of mixed sperm and coitus gels clearly visible at the point the two were joined.
The older man – just past a Terran objective century in age, but looking closer to a very well maintained fifty, thanks to an active regimen and generous favors lavished on the Magos Biologis – growled in pleasure, feeling the skilled sphincter of his lover ripple up and down his length. Those slick inner muscles eagerly milked the thick shaft penetrating them, hungry for another hot, thick helping of seed he’d already planted in the boy earlier. One dark, calloused hand gave his rider a stroke around the uncut cock bouncing up and down on his defined pectorals with each downthrust the younger man made. The captain smiled between heavy breaths, toying with the tiny metal ring at the tip, before traveling his fingers up the pale slender body, touching a trio of studs above the navel – the skin below it stretching almost imperceptibly as cock pushed up into rectum – and tugging at a nipple piercing, before reaching up to grab at a shoulder.