[after purge, kallus]

[number1_himbo]

Nobody even tries to fuck with them on the way home.

They're bloody, they're covered in goo, and though Luther could probably carry Kallus back, they steal a car anyway. Well, a minivan, and Luther leaves a note promising to bring it back clean and full of gas.

Right then, he's more worried about getting back to the house, where he can get a better look at Kallus's wound, get him cleaned up, and let him rest. The drive is short and without incident, and after giving Viktor a slimy, sticky hug, he transports Kallus up the stairs.

He uses a lot of towels, spreading them on the couch in his room, heaping them up on the floor with clean water. Not a lot gets said, as he gets ready for the much-needed patching up, but he's concentrating.

"How are you feeling?" he wants to know, as he finally settles down with the rest of the supplies, reaching for Kal's wounded arm.

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[number1_himbo]

Luther falls quiet, letting himself become absorbed in the task at hand. Not only, after all, does he have the chance to further check for any injuries, but he has a free pass to linger on every part of Kallus's body. Lathered up washcloth in hand, he gently scrubs Kallus clean-- his face, his neck, extra attention to where those fucking symbols had been on his chest.

In the small space of the shower, it's easy to forget there's even a world past the steam.

He shifts them both, with equal parts ease and care, so that he can drop to his knees, scrub Kallus's lovely torso, his powerful thighs. It's fucking meditative, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel heat and want bubbling up inside him.

[moonsoflothal]

"You know," Kallus says as Luther sinks to his knees and his cock begins to thicken in response. "I really hadn't thought myself capable of anything, not with how tired and sore I am. And yet..."

Well, Luther can see for himself, he's sure.

It just feels nice, having someone care for him. Someone who cares about him. Kallus had never had much of that in his life, so few people who cared whether he lived or died, fewer still who would miss him.

[number1_himbo]

"Yeah?"

His face lights up a little, his broad palms coming to rest on Kallus's thighs already. "I want to take care of you," he says, repeating himself, his face heating up a little even under the steady trickles of hot water. "Let me, please."

And now that he's very politely made his intentions clear, he leans forward, mouthing at the line of Kallus's hardening cock, little licks and sucks until he reaches the head. "Fuck," he sighs, contented, and opens his mouth, sinking down.

[moonsoflothal]

With a sharp inhale, Kallus presses one hand against the shower wall behind him, needing to hold onto something. He's still feeling weak, he's exhausted, he's lost a fair bit of blood, but he wants this.

He wants Luther.

His fingers curl through Luther's wet hair, stroking down over the back of his scalp as Luther's warm mouth sinks down over his cock. Kallus moans, still holding himself up with one hand behind him.

[number1_himbo]

If pressed, Luther would have to admit he hasn't given as many blowjobs as he might have liked.

He's definitely never given one to someone he cares as much about as he does Kallus.

Here in the little cocoon of the shower, where it's just them, it doesn't seem to matter. Kal is thick and hot, heavy on his tongue, pushing further and further into his mouth, and from the way his hand finds its way into Luther's hair, Luther knows Kal wants this as much as he does.

With a quiet rumble in his chest, Luther does his damnedest, head bobbing up and down, hands curling around Kallus's hips for leverage. He nudges against Kal's hand, urging a firmer grasp, eyes heavy lidded and his cheeks pink.

[moonsoflothal]

There are plenty of species in the galaxy on the larger side, Zeb among them, but Kallus has always been one of the larger men in any given room. He's tall, broad, with strong legs and a wide chest. He's used to being bigger, using it to his advantage, being intimidating and also being too much for someone smaller to take on.

It's not like that with Luther.

He sags against the shower wall, barely keeping himself up as Luther sucks his cock, and he holds tighter to Luther's hair as he gasps. "You're so... so knifing good at this." And he's so close, so much closer to the edge than he imagined he could be tonight.

[number1_himbo]

Luther groans around the cock in his mouth, eyelids fluttering at the tug on his hair. And Kallus calls him good, which-- one way or another-- is the only thing he's ever really wanted to be. He's determined to be so good for Kal, to Kal.

He pulls off with an obscene slick pop, blinking up against the trickle of hot water.

"You can," he says, voice rasping, "you can come in my mouth. If you want. I mean, I'd like that." And then before he can say anything stupid, he swallows down Kallus's cock with an eager sound.

[moonsoflothal]

"Kriff," Kallus breathes, ragged and possibly too loud, even over the sound of the shower. Luther's brothers aren't fools, they know exactly what's going on behind this closed door and he doesn't care. Can't care. He doesn't have the capacity for it when Luther speaks to him like that and when he's already so close to coming as it is.

Luther sinks down onto his cock again, pulling him deep, and Kallus couldn't stop himself if he tried. His fingers curl against the slick shower wall, they curl into Luther's hair and he's coming hard and sudden, shocked by the force of it, by how good he feels, despite his wooziness, despite any lingering pain.

[number1_himbo]

In the safety of Luther's head, he thinks all sorts of possessive, heated things, about how it's his man coming down his throat, and how anything in Darrow that wants to take him away can just fucking try.

He sucks until there's nothing else, and his own cock throbs between his thighs as he rises.

"Jesus," he murmurs, grinning. "That's a hell of a lot more what I was thinking tonight was gonna be like."

[moonsoflothal]

Kallus laughs softly, breathlessly, leaning back against the wall, into the water. He knows Luther must still be hard and while he doesn't think he has the physical capacity to get down on his knees for Luther tonight, there are less taxing options available.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks, blinking his eyes open. "We can go slow."

They'll have to. Perhaps he can lie on his side, Luther behind him, a position that won't hurt the wounds on his body.

[number1_himbo]

"Do you want that?" Luther murmurs, watching the sheen of the water on his face. "I'm never gonna say no to that, but I just sewed you up. You don't-- you don't have to. Which I'm sure you know, just."

Feeling sheepish as soon as he says it, he adds, "I can handle myself."

[moonsoflothal]

“I do,” Kallus answers. “You’ll be gentle.”

It’s an odd thing to realize, but he trusts Luther. It would be difficult not to, after tonight. Luther’s brother, too, but in this moment he doesn’t matter at all. It’s only the two of them, looking at one another, and Kallus feels safe.

[number1_himbo]

He leans in, kissing Kallus in response.

"C'mon then," he murmurs, quiet and happy. Giving himself a quick scrub and both of them another rinse, Luther's got them out of the shower in a few minutes. He peers down the hallway, ensuring the coast is clear before they head back to the bedroom. Thankfully, there's no signs of lingering brothers.

He towels them both before nudging Kallus back onto the bed-- the warm, cocooned feeling hasn't disappeared, and what's more, he's been given the green light to be gentle, just like he's been wanting. Standing there, he lets himself feel a deep crashing pleasure at seeing Kallus, naked and cared for, in his bed.

"Hey," he says a bit dumbly, smiling.

[moonsoflothal]

Kallus is still moving carefully, but he's been injured much worse than this, had to fight still in worse states, and so when he lowers himself to the bed and moves back to settle, he's pleased to realize he's not quite as sore as he could be.

They'll still have to be slow, but he thinks that may also be exactly what he needs.

"Hello," he answers, then curls a hand toward Luther in invitation.