Oh yes!

“You're a charming young man, Florian. While I'd really like to, we only just met, and you're a little too young for me. Maybe we can wait until we know each other better. Sex, after all, should be the culmination of a loving relationship, not some crazy fit of passion. And in truth, I'm still holding a torch for your sister, so...”

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That was what a gentleman might've said. You, meanwhile, were kneeling, your cock exposed, your fingers hooking into Florian's boxer shorts. As you removed the undergarment, you reached out and touched his shapely ass. You planted a kiss on it, taking a minute to admire Florian's tight asshole and glistening pussy.

Florian has the same fair skin tone as his big sister. After your night with Candy at the Siren, such white flesh would make for a pleasant change of scenery.

“Stop playing with my ass and fuck it!” The young man insists impatiently.

“Yes sir!” You grin, bringing your cockhead to his entrance.

You let out a groan of delight as you enter Florian. You never got around to doing Candy anally, so fucking your new friend like this is quite a treat, one you haven't savoured for far too long.

He's so tight, something you attribute to his age and working out.

“You like that?” You ask, the wavering tone of your voice betraying how much you do. “You like my fuckin' cock in your ass?”

“Goddess... Fuck, I do...” Florian gasps as you penetrate him more deeply, gripping his hips for support.

Florian's ass squeezes your cock so tightly, you're not sure how long you'll be able to hold out. You bury those thoughts, try to last as long as possible, to fuck his sweet ass for as long as you can.

Florian, meanwhile, is enjoying being fucked immensely. You're sure you see a little drool on his lips as you fuck him hard, in addition to his groans and pants of delights.

Suddenly, you pull out.

“What's wrong?” Florian asks, his disappointment obvious in his tone.

“Why don't we take this to my quarters?” You say, rising to your feet.

“I'm fine where I am. Well, except for one thing.” The blonde fighter moans, sluttishly arcing his back. “C'mon...”

Part of you wants to agree with Florian. To get back on the hold floor and get back inside him. But you know you need a breath breather to avoid cumming too early.

Kneeling, you scoop the young man up in your arms and carry him off.

“Tough shit. Captain's orders.” You say, making for your cabin. Far from complaining, Florian giggles and cuddles his fuckable body close against yours.

You carry Florian into your cabin, setting him down on your bed. As you do, you're keenly aware the former Imperial is wearing nothing but hand wrappings.

Joining Florian in bed, you fondle his tits from behind, as the gorgeous young man turns his head to kiss you.

You make out for a few minutes. Between that, the lovely pair in your hand, and the way Florian grinds against your exposed cock, you have a hard time staving off your impending cumshot.

That difficulty is greatly increased as Florian reaches back and begins jerking your cock. You love the feeling of his bandaged hand squeezing your hard prick.

Boy knows how to work a cock. Perhaps that'll stand him in good stead for himself one day, but right now, it's a great benefit to yours.

“S-shit!” You cry out as the sound of your slick cock being jerked fills the room, pre-cum seeping from the head. “F, I'm gonna cum soon!”

“Then do it!” He urges you.

He redoubles his efforts, and it isn't long before you oblige your talented young charge. With a mighty groan, you cum, covering Florian's firm, pale ass with your baby batter.

Florian's workout, and your brief but intense fuck session, seems to have tapped the youngster's energy. He lazes in bed, not moving. For your part, you're content to spoon with the delightful blonde for a little while. Or until this rustbucket arrives at the Junk Moon. Or until round 2. Whatever came first.

“Hey...” You interject, puncturing the silence after a little while. “Let's not tell your sister about this.”

Florian smirks at you over his shoulder.

“Yeah, no shit!” He chuckles. “I'm in no rush to tell Marion about this. I'd never hear the end of it.”

His response cracks you up.

“Good.” You grin, kissing the small of his back. “I'm starting to like you more than your sister.”

After about fifteen more minutes of comfortable (well, comfortable for you. You're sure your rapidly re-hardening cock is causing Florian a little discomfort) sloth, Florian shakes off your hands and stands up. He announces he'll be taking a shower. Alone.

Sighing in disappointment, you laze about for a spell longer, before rising to do something useful.

Heading to the kitchen, you decide to fry up a little sustenance for yourself and your companion. You've exerted yourself today, and if you have your way, there'll be even more exertion before you reach your destination.

Just as you're setting his grub down on the table, Florian shows up, gold hair still damp from the shower. You instantly notice he hasn't bothered dressing. You like his style.

The rest of the trip consists of hurriedly wolfing down your food, before you and Florian come together once again, fondling and fucking all across the ship.

Florian may lack male anatomy, but his sex drive was as hyperactive as any man's.

By the time your reached the Moon's orbit, the young man well and truly needed another shower.

Setting down on the rock's surface, you let Florian help himself to whatever clothes of yours he wanted. As you watched the blonde select an outfit, you had to admit, most everything of yours looked better on him.

Moments later, you joined the Younger Colombe on the cargo ramp of your ship, still unsure what to do. You had a feeling he'd do fine alone, but maybe you could stick with him for a while, be his chaperone? And by that, you meant the kind of chaperone who could show a young man all the best brothels, bars and enjoyment enhancing substances such a place had to offer.