[ The scars aren't off putting at all - if anything, Nyx appreciates the story they tell. How the Marshal's nickname is one he's earned by surviving the worst that the war has thrown at them. He doesn't stop himself from reaching out once Cor's shirtless, letting his hands stroke over his muscles. He traces the long line of a scar on his bicep with the tip of a finger.
Cor speaks and that commands his attention. He feels himself shiver a bit, because yeah, he can get behind Cor fucking him. Nyx leans into the kiss, nipping at Cor's bottom lip teasingly before he moves his hands again, running the edge of his nails along Cor's shoulderblades. ]
Counterpoint: it'd be pretty damn hot if you carried me.
[ Yeah, he could get up, but he's clearly enjoying egging Cor on instead. Though if he refuses, Nyx is more than happy to use his own two legs to get over there. ]
clearly nyx got bored on mission downtime in a hotel room and suggested a word game...
Cor speaks and that commands his attention. He feels himself shiver a bit, because yeah, he can get behind Cor fucking him. Nyx leans into the kiss, nipping at Cor's bottom lip teasingly before he moves his hands again, running the edge of his nails along Cor's shoulderblades. ]
Counterpoint: it'd be pretty damn hot if you carried me.
[ Yeah, he could get up, but he's clearly enjoying egging Cor on instead. Though if he refuses, Nyx is more than happy to use his own two legs to get over there. ]