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Scar rests his elbows on blackstone and leans forward, taking in the view below.
Wind whips past him, a grin stuck on his face and his top hat safe in his inventory.
“Impulse, this is awesome.”
Impulse goes to stand beside him, ducking his head a little. Scar has been lavishing compliments throughout the entire factory tour, but each one still manages to fluster him.
“Thank you,” Impulse says, then takes a deep, long breath. Scar finds himself copying him—then tries not to choke from the cloud of factory smoke drifting by them. He coughs into his elbow.
Impulse sympathetically smiles, then says. “This is the grand finale. I hope the view was worth the shulker work to get up here.”
Scar laughs and scoots over, pressing their shoulders together and feeling Impulse shift closer. “It was. I’m just happy we managed the first time.”
“Mm.”
They stand there for several minutes, only broken by the moon rudely lifting them off the ground. They grab tight to each other during the long seconds in the air. Scar and Impulse laugh once their feet are on the ground, their frantic grip on each other remaining.
Scar brings his hands up to cup Impulse’s cheeks, his neck bending slightly down. Impulse smiles and wraps his arms around Scar, before meeting him in a slow, unhurried kiss.
After a moment, Impulse breaks away and rests his chin on Scar’s shoulder. Scar smiles and wraps his arms around him. He could never say no to a hug.
Scar fills the silence. “I’m glad I remembered I had the pass for a tour.”
“Me too.” Impulse pulls away, hands settling on his waist. “Speaking of wrapping things up . . .”
Scar recognizes that tone—he’s in trouble. He raises an eyebrow.
“Remember back when I gave you those shulkers of moss?” Impulse asks.
Scar’s stomach drops. Oh no.
Impulse continues. “And you paid me with the custom hat.”
Scar grins and rubs a hand on the back of his neck. “Yep. That trade was very generous of you.”
“Very. Seeing that the other three got theirs for free.”
There it was.
Impulse stares him down, but the quirk on his lips is enough to let Scar know he isn’t actually mad.
Scar’s laugh pitches up at its end. “To be fair, you got yours sooner than the others.” He smirks. “And I got some gratitude in return from Mumbo. Can’t forget that.”
Impulse seems to remember the pictures sent to the group chat that day, his hunched shoulders accompanied by a flush. Still, he looks him in the eyes, the heat returning. “So. Will I get something to make up for the diamonds I lost?”
“Depends.” Scar leans away from the railing and towards Impulse. “How do you want me?”
There’s a large hand on his shoulder, gently pushing down. Perfect. They were on the same page.
Scar shifts his balance, then lowers himself. His knees dig into the blackstone, but he doesn’t care. A hand tilts his chin up.
“This okay?” Impulse asks. “Out here?”
Scar nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah. Here, let me-” he fumbles with Impulse’s pants, one hand pressing on his bulge, which earns him a buck, before he focuses on the belt.
Suddenly, Scar is greeted with a face-full of Impulse’s crotch and air beneath his knees.
They flail in the air as gravity lessens, Scar gasping and Impulse breathlessly laughing. They land in a pile, with Impulse’s arm trapped under Scar’s torso and his face in Impulse’s chest. Giggling against each other, they stay there.
Impulse stands first and offers a hand, pulling Scar to his chest. Voice low, he says, “As much as I love to see you choke on me-” he smirks at Scar’s wide eyes- “I want to take my time with you. Bedroom?”
“Yes.”
Impulse leads the way to his bedroom with a warm hand interlaced in his. It’s not Scar’s first time there, by any means, but he couldn’t be blamed for being disoriented after being on the roof.
As soon as Impulse kicks the bedroom door shut, Scar slides his hands to his shoulders and pulls him close. Catching on, Impulse grips his waist and meets his lips. They stumble to the bed, Scar landing in his lap after a bit of maneuvering.
After making out more, Impulse guides them out of their clothes, then carefully secures Scar to the restraints on the bedposts, leftover from a night with Pearl. Even though bondage itself is wonderful, they’ve found another use is its help with sporadic gravity when only one partner, instead of two, is in the air.
Impulse talks Scar through what he wants, asking if he wants it too. Scar is nearly begging by the end of his agonizing patience, then is satisfied by Impulse taking his throat. He sinks into the pattern of sucking, gasping air when given a break, and letting his mind focus only on Impulse, Impulse, Impulse.
Once Impulse takes what he wants, he winds Scar up and down using his own mouth. His back curves off the bed, and his hips are held steady with strong hands.
In the end, Scar is loose and sated as Impulse unties him and talks to him. He answers Impulse’s questions and drinks a small portion of a healing potion that heals the red marks left by the ropes from both gravity and Scar’s excitement.
They shakily walk together to the bathroom, and Impulse tugs Scar into the shower with him. They wash separately, but Impulse insists on kissing him before they turn the water off. Scar leans into it, enjoying the last minute of steam curling around them.
Impulse breaks away and rests his forehead on Scar’s. “Thank you for your payment,” he says with a chuckle.
Scar snickers, running his hands down Impulse’s back. “Anytime. I had that coming, honestly.”
Impulse shrugs and presses a short kiss to his lips. He says, “I hadn’t thought about it until you remembered to cash in your tour.”
They dry off and brush their teeth together. Scar is given boxers and a shirt that he’ll be happy to add to his collection of stolen clothes.
They curl into bed together, a blanket each tucked over their shoulders. Secure against Impulse’s chest, Scar quickly finds sleep.