S.T.A.R. P.A.N.T.H.E.R

Alluring at All Times (fic🔥)

The soft brown of the King's moisturized thigh was the first thing that blurred into focus when T'Challa opened his eyes.

"Hhghm..." he grunted softly, turning to lie on his back. He could see his double already seated in bed, scrolling through a holographic display.

"Slept well?"

The Monarch grinned down at him, as warmly as the rays that slanted into their bedroom. His voice carried no drowsiness whatsoever, as though he had been up for hours. Which he probably had. T'Challa grunted again in reply, smirking a little as he recollected the events of the previous night.

"What about you?"

"I've never slept better."

They both chuckled, since that wasn't entirely true. While he may have found his lover's presence to be an improvement to his environment, sleeping was not how they spent their time yesterday.

"What time is it...?"

"Almost seven thirty."

T'Challa started.

"Seven thirty? don't you have work-?" He scrambled up, almost tripping over his blanket,

"-Calm down Isibuko, I took a day off." his clone reassured him. "I wanted us to spend some time together... and with our family."

The pirate flopped back onto the bed from which he had jumped.

"Well, thank Bast..."

The monarch only offered him a mischievous smile, before closing off the display and setting his Kimoyo beads on his side table.

"I'm going to take a bath... are you coming?"

"Hmm? oh, yeah, yeah just a minute."

"Take your time," the other T'Challa said, "I'll be choosing some clothes first."

Star Lord slipped into the architectural wonder of a bathroom to brush his teeth. His childhood memories in Wakanda flooded back every time he used a mango leaf, so he plucked one from a branch of fresh leaves rather than the electric alternative that sat right beside it. There were amazing things in space... but good mangoes existed only on earth.

He rubbed it against his teeth and spat out the remnants to rinse his mouth, to feel the freshness in his gums: and straightened up just in time for the King to enter.

"Shall we?" he smirked at the pirate, who had immediately taken the opportunity to run his eyes over the naked planes of the King's earthy skin.

Alluring at all times.

T'Challa gave a compliant nod and followed him into the bath area, not taking the fresh, hungry look off his face as he continued to gaze at the other man. The Monarch only giggled and strutted over to the shelf to pick out some oils and soap for their leisure bath.

The textured stone floor was cool under their feet and glistening slightly with the moisture that splashed from the indoor waterfall. It was calm and sunny outside, as could be seen through the elliptical window on the slanted wall at the far-end; the benevolent morning sun streamed downward in dappled golden rays from it.

T'Challa slid into the glimmering pool, charmed by the way the splashing water caught light and winked mischievously at him: not too unlike his Isibuko. The Pirate followed him, shivering a little at the crispy cold of the fresh spring water that enveloped his naked body up to his waist.

"Aren't you used to the cold?" T'Challa teased, as he watched his space-dwelling clone rub their shoulders fervently.

"I may have gotten used to the warmth of your bed," Star Lord teased back, stretching out his torso and paddling forward. His skin gleamed with moisture as he swam into a wobbling patch of sunlight, still smiling at the monarch.