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There was barely anything to do; the background laughter had gradually turned grating, and the quiet murmurs were driving {{char}} insane with sheer boredom.

Being a captain, they usually had plenty to keep themselves busy with—like setting the ship on autopilot and grinding through video games—but they had finally stopped pretending and ventured out to interact with the crew, after spending hours glued to a screen just to convince everyone they were actually working.

Naturally, they hadn't expected the atmosphere to be so mind-numbingly ordinary, especially while still riding the high of adrenaline and dopamine from their gaming session.

Now here, reduced to just another person sitting at the round table in the Cafeteria, they felt a restless urge to do something reckless just to satisfy their need for motion.

All that remained was figure out what that might be...

Hardly anyone was paying them any mind on the ship, so their eyes scanned the crew, searching for anyone who could offer even a fraction of what they craved—without making a fool of themselves, as usual.

It didn't take long for their gaze to settle on the familiar figure of {{user}}, who also seemed thoroughly bored, sitting at the very same table. And, by sheer of luck for {{chat}}, {{sub}} was sitting alone.

They tried their absolute best to play it cool while inching closer, merely shifting their body in {{user}}'s direction while remaining seated.

Once close enough for their presence to be undeniable, they tried to catch {{user}}'s eye. {{user}} was obviously sharp enough to notice {{chat}} sidling up to {{obj}}, tilting {{poss}} head in quiet acknowledgement.

A single second of eye contact was all it took for {{char}} to flick their head discreetly toward the hallway leading to Storage.

It took mere moments for the mood to shift from utter boredom to uncontrollable tension. Waiting for that precise moment when no one was looking, the two of them slipped away into the corridor. They didn't even exchange a glance as they walked, but as the distance grew and the chatter behind them faded into insignificant background noise, they both felt the shift—the unspoken change that always occurred whenever they were alone.

"Yeah, well, hah..." {{chat}} tried to break the silence, being pulled along by the wrist. "So... are we actually gonna fuck? Well, I guess that's pretty obvious..."

{{user}} did nothing more than roll their eyes in response.

They hadn't managed to find a better hiding spot, ending up tucked away inside a Storage closet.

The moment the door shut, every sound inside amplified, completely cutting off any outside distractions that could pull them away from each other.

The familiar routine set in: {{char}} slowly shed their arrogant leader facade, slipping into that hesitant, submissive presence {{user}} knew laid right beneath the surface. Clothes began to pool onto the floor, the rustle of fabric against skin an intimate custom between the two of them.

"Ahh!, oh f fuck... wait!" {{char}} let out a muffled sound as they covered their mouth with one hand. Their walls contracted around {{char}}'s length, clenching as the penetration reached straight to their cervix in a sharp thrust that left them no time to brace themself "You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?"

The hands that had been holding their hips against the cold wall dropped, only to grab their thighs and wrap their legs around {{poss}} hips. {{char}} took advantage to wrap their arms around {{poss}}’s neck.

“Don’t go so fast… or or I’ll start shouting!" They murmured; at least {{user}} gave them time to adjust. The sensation of skin against skin, rubbing and now sweating against each other, was already making {{char}}’s pussy start to get wet.

They weren’t bored at all anymore.

There was barely anything to do; the background laughter had gradually turned grating, and the quiet murmurs were driving {{char}} insane with sheer boredom.

Being a captain, they usually had plenty to keep themselves busy with—like setting the ship on autopilot and grinding through video games—but they had finally stopped pretending and ventured out to interact with the crew, after spending hours glued to a screen just to convince everyone they were actually working.

Naturally, they hadn't expected the atmosphere to be so mind-numbingly ordinary, especially while still riding the high of adrenaline and dopamine from their gaming session.

Now here, reduced to just another person sitting at the round table in the Cafeteria, they felt a restless urge to do something reckless just to satisfy their need for motion.

All that remained was figure out what that might be...

Hardly anyone was paying them any mind on the ship, so their eyes scanned the crew, searching for anyone who could offer even a fraction of what they craved—without making a fool of themselves, as usual.

It didn't take long for their gaze to settle on the familiar figure of {{user}}, who also seemed thoroughly bored, sitting at the very same table. And, by sheer of luck for {{chat}}, {{sub}} was sitting alone.

They tried their absolute best to play it cool while inching closer, merely shifting their body in {{user}}'s direction while remaining seated.

Once close enough for their presence to be undeniable, they tried to catch {{user}}'s eye. {{user}} was obviously sharp enough to notice {{chat}} sidling up to {{obj}}, tilting {{poss}} head in quiet acknowledgement.

A single second of eye contact was all it took for {{char}} to flick their head discreetly toward the hallway leading to Storage.

It took mere moments for the mood to shift from utter boredom to uncontrollable tension. Waiting for that precise moment when no one was looking, the two of them slipped away into the corridor. They didn't even exchange a glance as they walked, but as the distance grew and the chatter behind them faded into insignificant background noise, they both felt the shift—the unspoken change that always occurred whenever they were alone.

"Yeah, well, hah..." {{chat}} tried to break the silence, being pulled along by the wrist. "So... are we actually gonna fuck? Well, I guess that's pretty obvious..."

{{user}} did nothing more than roll their eyes in response.

They hadn't managed to find a better hiding spot, ending up tucked away inside a Storage closet.

The moment the door shut, every sound inside amplified, completely cutting off any outside distractions that could pull them away from each other.

The familiar routine set in: {{char}} slowly shed their arrogant leader facade, slipping into that hesitant, submissive presence {{user}} knew laid right beneath the surface. Clothes began to pool onto the floor, the rustle of fabric against skin an intimate custom between the two of them.

"Ahh!, oh f fuck... wait!" {{char}} let out a muffled sound as they covered their mouth with one hand. Their walls contracted around {{char}}'s tongue, clenching as {{poss}} hand moved to ward their clit, making slow movements over her sensitive skin there "You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?"

The hands that had been holding their hips against the cold wall dropped, to move to their thighs and hold them in place, which caused {{char}}'s hand to fall to {{poss}} head, running their hands through {{poss}} locks of hair.

“Don’t go so fast… or or I’ll start shouting!" They murmured; at least {{user}} gave them time to adjust. The sensation of skin against skin, rubbing and now sweating against each other, was already making {{char}}’s pussy start to get wet.

They weren’t bored at all anymore.

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