Of course!

You press your middle finger to your snatch, and slowly push it inside. You sink it down to the knuckle, and withdraw it, covered in your juices. You repeat, and add a second finger, parting your labia wider and feeling mild callouses rubbing along your inner walls. You increase your pace, and twist your hand so that you can wiggle your thumb over your clit, peeping out from under its fleshy hood. You let out a small gasp of pleasure, and rub your sweet spot harder, still intently finger-fucking yourself. You arch your back, throwing the covers off your heat-radiating body, and spread your legs wider. You angle your fingers deeper, pushing down inside yourself, closer to your release button...

The door swishes open. You look up through hazy eyes to find an orange-armoured man standing dumbfounded in the doorway. Still lying down, you cross your legs, squashing your partially-submerged hand between your hot thighs. "Yes?"

"I, uh... well, I was about to introduce myself. Trask Ulgo. I'm your bunkmate — I've just got off the late shift, that's why we haven't actually met yet..." The white-haired man trails off, his gaze incessantly flicking from your face down to the hand held fast between your legs.

"Why have they put a man and a woman in the same bunk?"

"Uh, a mix-up with your service records, I think. Listen, I should probably go... head to the training room... should practice, haven't really had the chance, only just got off..." he babbles, and you wait for him to stop talking.

"Hold on," you say in a surprisingly imperious tone, and the man roots himself to the spot, fidgeting nervously. "Here's my idea, uh, Trask, was it? Well, Trask," you say leisurely, "you might have just got off, but I haven't managed it yet. Come help your bunkmate out." You retrieve your sticky fingers from your honeypot and beckon him with a sweet-smelling, juice-smeared digit. He blinks madly, stammers something along the lines of "buh-buh-buh" then appears to consider his position.

"Are you serious? I mean, this is a dangerous area of space. We could be attacked at any second!"

"Better get on with it then, huh?" you reply tersely, and Trask nods. He crosses to your bunk, and you shift along, making room for him. "Ditch the armour. Orange isn't anyone's colour." He begins unclasping the plating, and you scoot onto your knees to assist him. He's wearing a black jumpsuit underneath, showing a fit enough body and an obvious bulge between his legs. You pull off your sleeping garments as he shrugs out of his jumpsuit, and he kneels on the bed in front of you, his cock standing to attention.

"Right, then," you say in your commanding tone.