#tyr's ironically one of the nicer guys he takes home. esp hilarious bc leo would not trust him if he knew he was intel but WUUPS

[tiredassmage]

wip wednesday

Alright, pull my leg, why don’t you? xD Have a longer tease from the disaster Nar Shadaa night that put Tyr, Leo, Dash, and Jonas Balkar all in the same cantina and Tyr, having never before met Leo, diagnosed him with Feelings over a few drinks and decided he should maybe call it a night.

And then also finds out how hopeless Leo can be about his feelings. xD

“Y’know…” The Captain’s voice slurs as he props a shoulder back into the seat, swirling the remnants of his drink in his glass. “I’ve heard interestin’ things about… this antiques dealer.” Leo hiccups and nods across the cantina again.

Tyr tips back his shot carefully before he follows the smuggler’s indication, lip twitching briefly over his teeth at the burn. This would not be his choice, but it went a fair ways to explain how thoroughly in his cups his company was.

Leo bit at his lip. “Whatch’ya think, Cap’n?”

Tyr’s eyes briefly dip to his watch before they narrow slightly.

Instead of an answer, he paints a friendly smile across his lips and claps the smuggler’s shoulder. “I think…” You’ve had plenty enough. And if he went home with almost anyone else in this cantina, he’d end up cold in a gutter somewhere.

Just another thing Kaliyo was going to give him hell about if she ever found out.

He tugs lightly at the Captain’s jacket and lets his gaze drop as Leo’s eyes settle back on him. “Maybe we should get out of here.”

Leo huffs. “Wha’s a matter, flyboy?” He slams his cup a bit heavily against the table. Tyr’s thankful it’s practically empty. “Havin’ trouble keepin’ up?”

Tyr lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head and brushes a hand under Leo’s jaw. The smuggler almost instantly caves to the gentle caress, leaning forward eagerly. There’s something flickering in his dark blue eyes that the agent could’ve recognized just about anywhere: an unfulfilled longing begging desperately for fulfillment, even if only in distraction.

Still, Tyr leans in a bit closer, letting Leo’s eyes wander down his jaw to partially parted lips. “I dunno, Captain… You still haven’t rated your company.”

Leo’s teeth dig subtly at his lower lip again. “How uh… rude of me, huh..?” he says.

Tyr plays at hesitating, letting the smuggler’s gaze roam for a few moments longer. “I could think of a few ways you could make that up to me.” His thumb brushes against Leo’s ear and he tangles a few fingers into his loosened dark locks.

Leo doesn’t resist when Tyr finally presses a kiss to his lips. In fact, the smuggler surrenders almost surprisingly easily. His faint whimper isn’t entirely drowned out for Tyr by the cantina music. His fingers dig around Tyr’s shoulders, needily pulling him closer.

He breaks from his lips, hearing Leo gasp before he presses a kiss to his neck. One hand wraps around the back of his neck and Tyr finds his opening to slip a hand inside the smuggler’s jacket. Datapad, commlink, something - aha.

Tyr’s breath is warm against his ear, “What say we take this back to your ship, Captain?”