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“So beautiful, my goddess.”
Juno hears the words, but they're muffled, like his ears are full of Martian sand. He snorts in response. If anyone could be called godlike in this moment, it's the man who just fucked him into the mattress. Honestly. Getting dicked down by Peter Nureyev was its own religious experience.
Nureyev’s hands are gentle on Juno's hips as he pulls out carefully, sweet compared to the bruising grip he had on him moments ago. The care is appreciated, especially with how sensitive Juno is after having that monster of a cock stuffed into him. He's going to be feeling the stretch from that one for a few days, at least.
A solid purchase, in Juno's opinion. Almost worth the mortification of Vespa's knowing eyes on them during their last planetside excursion.
He hears a soft musical tone and a sigh as Nureyev disables the neural link between him and the strap, followed by the rustling sound of him undoing the harness and the straps around his hips.
“Can I get you anything, love?” Nureyev sounds pretty proud of himself, like he hasn't even broken a sweat even though he's definitely broken Juno. He runs a hand appreciatively down Juno's back, giving his ass a little squeeze.
“Mmmph.” Juno doesn't have the strength to push himself back up from where he's face-planted into his pillow, so he just chooses to shuffle his knees back until he's lying flat on the bed. “Nah, I'm goo- ah!”
He feels a familiar sharp twinge in his lower back, letting out a less satisfied grunt.
“Love?” The hand on his ass lingers there, a note of concern entering that smug voice.
“Agh.” Juno grumbles into the pillow, gritting his teeth. “Think I spent too long bent over like that. Must've agitated an old injury.”
“Oh dear, why didn't you say something?”
“Honestly, didn't notice till now. I was a bit preoccupied, ‘Reyev.”
Juno tries to move again, but that awful pinching feeling gets even worse, so he gives up on turning over. “Fuck.”
Nureyev sits beside him on the bed gingerly. “Shall I fetch our dear doctor?”
“Mmmph, at this hour? All she's gonna do is give me a different injury to focus on.” Juno sighs, twisting his head to look at his boyfriend. “I'll be fine. I just need to lie perfectly still and wait for it to go away.”
Nureyev raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Is that your usual method of dealing with this kind of pain?”
“More or less.”
“Juno.”
“What? Not like I can take anything. You know I don't really do pain meds. And I don't think you'd appreciate me getting drunk at 3 in the morning.”
“Dear detective, those are not your only options for relief.”
"Yeah well, the other kind of relief got me into this mess.”
That earns him a brief chuckle, then a tentative, “Do you mind if I try something?”
Nureyev traces one of the scars on Juno's back.
“Sure.”
Juno doesn't need to look back again to know that he's smiling, that same achingly soft, proud little smile he gives Juno any time the lady lets him do something for him. Any time he lets his guard down. Any time he shares something genuine instead of covering it with sarcasm or a witty joke.
“Good girl.” And doesnt that just send a more pleasant jolt up his spine.
Ever so smoothly, Nureyev climbs over him and settles with his knees spread apart, straddling the backs of Juno's thighs.
“Relax, love.” Both of those hands are on him again, lightly running up and down the planes of Juno's back. “Where does it hurt?”
“Lower. Right side.” Juno twists one arm back to point out the general area, right next to his spine and down near his ass.
The thief works those deft fingers down, pressing into his lower back and massaging gently. Juno flinches slightly, arms returning to hug his pillow, then relaxes into the touch.
Nureyev's voice lowers as the tone shifts to something almost peaceful. “Does this bother you often? You've never mentioned this specific injury.”
“Messed something up back in the police academy. It doesn't hurt this bad all the time, though.”
Nureyev acknowledges this with a contemplative hum and continues to run his soft hands over Juno's lower back, digging his thumbs in slightly to relax the muscles.
After a few minutes, the rest of Juno starts to relax as well, still exhausted after his orgasm and therefore putty in Nureyev's hands.
“This doesn't mean you're allowed to go easy on me when you fuck me.”
The thief laughs, caught off guard for a moment. “I was merely thinking about the different positions I could put you in, on days like this. So as to alleviate the pressure on you, dear.” He leans forward to press a kiss between Junos shoulder blades. “I would never dream of denying you something you enjoy.”
“Good.” Juno mumbles. He closes his eyes, focusing on Nureyev's hands, strong and warm and surprisingly good at this. He wonders if Nureyev has had much practice in massage, or if he's just naturally skilled at taking him apart.
The massage dulls the ache and quiets his mind, and Juno is half-asleep underneath him by the time Nureyev speaks again. “Better?”
“Mhm.”
“Would you like me to keep going?”
“Mhm.”
Another soft chuckle. Nureyev seems content, letting his touch travel over the rest of Juno's back now, pressing his lips to Juno's skin every so often.