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Returning the kiss was automatic, his hands teaching for the packs less so. Damn it, Iskandar would ruin his surprise! He snatched his own packs at least, which were the ones that held what he had planned inside.

"Why don't you get the fire going and lay out some ingredients?" Kirk suggested. "I'll set up the bedrolls. No time like the present to expand your skill set," he teased the conqueror, making for the tent. He really would set up the bedrolls, but he had other ideas too. Hopefully Iskandar did not get to curious and peek.

"Luckily we won't need to stew anything tonight," he said over his shoulder as he ducked inside. "I'm surprised you don't know how to roast something over a fire though. That seems like a thing that's right up your alley."

Keep Iskandar distracted with conversation - that's the plan, hoping Iskandar's booming voice would cover any odd sounds as he changed.

Iskandar blinked at the fact that he wasn't unpacking the bags before he went over to the fire. Well, where the fire would be. "I've lots of skills..."

He blinked again then went to go start setting up the fire. His mabari puppy watched nearby, head tilted in curiosity. Everything was still so new so of course he wanted to see every little thing that came up. Even something like a person setting up a fire.

"Don't worry. I will feed you shortly."

He grinned at the dog then had the blaze going. "Hm? There were people who prepared our food. I believe when you think of roasts you think of the countries like Saber would come from. We ate our meals differently in my time and the places I was in."

"You still cooked over a fire did you not? You would have to on a campaign trail when you weren't near a major city," Kirk reasoned from within the tent as he pulled out his surprise and shucked off his clothing. He was attempting to do so quietly and efficiently so as not to give Iskandar further reason to be suspicious and come inspecting to soon. "It seems like the sort of thing you would have enjoyed doing with your men."

Shirt, pants, shoes - all of it off. He folded it carefully but quickly and put it in a corner of the tent before dragging out the surprise - a roman tunic. A quick tug and it was over his head, not at all that long, but it didn't much need to be. He smoothed it down his bare legs and smiled to himself, heart pattering a tiny bit in excitement.

"I can always teach you - if you can pay attention," he stepped out of the tent and into the light, bare except for the tunic.

"Of course not. I was busy drinking as others cooked over a fire. And when I was not doing that I was planning my next battles. There were others thrilled to cook for me so I saw no reason to take that from them."

At the part about him paying attention though, he opened his mouth to respond and looked over his shoulder. Then stopped. That was the outfit he'd had made for fun with Sam. Yet there was Jim wearing it and looking just as marvelous as he'd known Sam would look. A smile spread across his face as he easily reached over to pull Jim right to him and onto his lap.

"Well, well. So this is why you grabbed that bag so quickly. You did not wish me to find tunic and belt hidden within."

Admittedly, Kirk had not been sure how the sight of him in the tunic would go down, even if he was fairly sure Iskandar would enjoy it. His stomach fluttered, seeing the way Iskandar smiled when he laid eyes on him, fire glow mixing with the rosy sunlight. A laugh left him as Iskandar pulled him down, hardly fighting it at all as he settled, the tunic riding up his legs to an indecent height.

"You are a hard man to surprise," Kirk hummed, leaning in to steal a kiss from his Macedonian lover. "Also far to perceptive for your own good sometimes. But it's worth it."

"Here I gave you these so you could hide them among your things from Sam for when we pull this off and you do this instead. What a delight you are!" He laughed again then stole a kiss right back as his hand went to run over one of the thighs that had been exposed to him.

"And you wear it the traditional way...?" Not that Jim would have to answer because Iskandar's hand was already going to discover if he had underwear on or not.

"Well, I thought we should test them out - make sure they work, you see," he insisted, which was just a bald-faced lie. It would be lovely to see the tunic on Sam, but presented the chance to try it out for himself - well, he wasn't going to pass it up. He shivered as Iskandar's hand slid up his thigh, spreading his legs just enough to invite Iskandar to make doubly sure he was wearing the tunic in the traditional manner.

"You know how I enjoy authenticity," he smirked, nuzzling his face against the rough, red beard, breathing in that particular musk that was Iskandar. "Besides, I wanted to make sure you were properly stimulated tonight."

Oh he made doubly sure by pressing his hand between those legs. Yes, Jim was being very authentic under there. Well, perhaps not entirely. They'd had something like underclothes in those days but they had been of a very different nature than what Jim was probably used to.

"Properly stimulated? You have to do so little for that, Jim. You merely have to breathe around me."

Quite different. Even the underwear here made him look sideways sometimes, though he had gotten used to it. No clothing he could afford with any regularity was nearly soft enough to allow for the 'going commando' style. It was rather freeing in the tunic, he had to admit, and the heat of the fire meant that Iskandar would have no trouble finding him between his legs either.

He found himself blushing at the compliment and laughed, tucking his head into Iskandar's neck briefly and kissing along it, nibbling for a little extra sensation. "My, I didn't realize I had such a physical effect on you, Iskandar," he murmured, rocking against his palm.

"I am afraid I will have to call you on that given how easily we fall into such a pattern together." Iskandar grinned down at him, fondling him gently for the time being. Just to get him worked up. Not that Iskandar felt this would be very difficult considering how strong their chemistry was.

"We do well together, after all. Our bodies know what the other desires without us truly having to think about it."

"Heh, I don't think I can actually argue," he agreed, already thick and heavy in Iskandar's palm. His hips rocked against his lover's hand, which had the added effect of rubbing him against Iskandar's cock from his position. Not that he believed Iskandar would need much stimulation either. He was surprised the man didn't walk around with a permanent hard-on, actually.

"What is it my body desires right now, do you think?" he asked, turning his head and pulling at Iskandar's shirt with his fingers so he could kiss across his chest, tongue brushing against a nipple.

"Me." It was simple and vague but entirely accurate. Iskandar smiled at him and shifted the man to allow him to get to his chest with greater ease. Of course his hand never stopped palming him, getting him harder and harder for him. To feel how quickly Jim was hardening under his touch was a beautiful thing.

"You desire me just as I desire you. Always."

Accurate indeed. Vague it might be, but it was far from false - he wanted Iskandar any time he saw him. It might not always be like this, here in his lap with his most private of places being fondled, but he still wanted him. He had come to look forward to the other's booming laugh, the warm, rough touch of his hands and even that bull-headed attitude.

"Always?" he repeated with a heady laugh, grinding his full length against the large palm. Damn, but he loved how large Iskandar's hands were, seemingly able to engulf every part of him. "Even when I keep you up late in the night in barns?"

"I see no reason why that should be a terrible thing. Particularly when it leads to moments such as this one." He leaned down to nip at his ear, giving his cock a little squeeze before he moved him so that his back was pressed to his chest. Just so he could spread those legs wide and expose how aroused the man was to the night air.

"Keep your legs like that now. I need to grab the oil but I like this view in my lap."

He trembled with the effort - not from lack of flexibility, but simply keeping himself in position rather than turning around to try and ravish his lover. Slowly Kirk tilted his head back against Iskandar's shoulders, closing his eyes as he soaked in the sensations of his own body - the burn of muscles as he kept his legs spread, the increasing ache of his cock as his desire remained unattended.

"Would you call it your favorite?" he asked him, reaching a hand back to grip Iskandar's neck, like it might provide the energy he needed to hold his position as he had been commanded.

"This position? No. My favorite is to have my lover on their back as they cling to me. Then I can feel and see every beautiful thing that comes of it."

Oil in hand now, he poured some on his fingers before setting it aside so he could bring his hand between Jim's legs. Rubbing slowly, he kissed his hair then slid his finger inside of him, pumping slowly so he could start to spread that oil around.

"But that hardly means I don't enjoy other positions."

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