<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Giga's Tent<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Feeling Up Redheads<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Maria, Noah<br/><br/>Giga did not find any fault with Noah's appearance. When his eyes fell upon the slender male's body, he showed no more or less pleasure than when he looked upon Maria's. There was little indication that Noah had to be concerned with Giga growing bored with him, or even Maria - though he did maybe seem bored, but it was the same look he had while they were eating and sitting around earlier. And when they both lay down to either side of him as wanted, Giga put an enormously muscled arm around each of the redheads, embracing both. As he did, his hand slowly stroked down the back of each of the captives. The man's large hands were rough and callused from all of the weapon-handling and miscellaneous labour he got stuck with due to his singular size and strength. Giga took his time as his huge tanned hand moved down their backs, but since his hands were so large and their backs so small it was over rather quickly, and his hands eventually came to rest on their sides, just beneath the bottom rib, on all that delightfully soft tissue. His embrace was not tight, rough, or uncomfortably restricting, but the likelihood of either ginger wriggling their way free was fairly slim unless they happened to be really, really good at wiggling.<br/><br/>The raider lay on his back, and turned his head. He brought his head close, and placed a kiss upon Noah's forehead, and then one on Maria's. Giga spared a moment, watching Maria's small fingers soft fingers traced over a scar. He did not tell her to stop or show any sign of displeasure. And then he looked back to Noah, and tilted his head.<strong>"You know me, you fear me."</strong>He said softly. The mountain of man moved his head forward and touched his lips to Noah's, initiating a soft kiss and using his arm to press the smaller male slightly closer to his much larger body. Giga's lips were soft; they were one of the few parts of him that were. He seemed content to kiss with lips alone for the moment; tongue might come later, but for now Giga did not deepen it. The hand that rested on Noah's side began to slowly, gently stroke the red-head's side in a predictable, elliptic pattern. The hand that rested on Maria's did the same, granting her a portion of Giga's attention though not so much as afforded to Noah.<br/><br/>As minutes passed, Giga's hands traveled to the hip of its respective red-head. They lingered there for a moment before moving to find the soft backsides of the pair, fondling and gently squeezing the pleasing flesh there. As he did so, Giga parted his lips, seeking to gain entry for his tongue into Noah's mouth.