<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Giga's Tent<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Taking His Time - The Captives Aren't Going Anywhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maria, Noah<br/><br/>Giga's hand caressed and massaged the behinds of both redheads, squeezing and kneading the flesh there. He enjoyed the supple feel of their soft bodies, fingers venturing to explore their milky flesh in equal measure. Even though Noah was the recipient of his oral efforts, both were having their backsides felt up with equal vigour. Giga was not as vicious or rough in his handling of Noah as other raiders, but that was a peculiar quirk of Giga's: he did not like to wreck nice things. And in his estimation, Noah and Maria were very nice things. He wanted to keep them in pristine condition. Today had been the height of serendipity in finding as many attractive captives as they had; how many raids had gone by without any worthwhile slaves? Giga could not recall, but it was many. In his heart he knew this to be true. As Noah opened his mouth, permitting Giga the access he desired, the redhead was rewarded with a low groan of satisfaction from the enormous raider, and as they kissed more deeply Giga's member began to stir to tumescence. His hand left Noah's backside, moving over the thin hip of the redhead to find the smaller man's genitals. Giga's fingers teased at the flesh there, playing with Noah's sac and running the pad of his thumb along the underside of Noah's member. His tongue danced with Noah's, never overwhelming or choking the smaller male but definitely enforcing control. Giga was taking what he wanted, even if he was not doing so in a damaging, brutal way.<br/><br/>He broke the kiss and touched his forehead to Noah's, nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath.<strong>"I am pleased with you."</strong>The big man said softly, lips millimeters away from Noah's. The lustful wantonness that other raiders inflicted upon Noah was there, in Giga, held back by the man's restraint and willpower, buried deeply beneath the unemotional deadpan he typically spoke in. But the hints were there. The way his cheek trembled and tensed just so under Noah's hand, a particular curl of the lips. Perhaps later Giga would let the gates fly open and give in to that side of himself, but for now he was subdued and gentle, wanting for the pair of them to be pleasured so that he could derive satisfaction from it. But perhaps Noah could take some comfort in the words Giga spoke and their promise that Noah would not be ejected into the night. No doubt the smaller male would be sore and leaking semen before the night was out, but he would be able to bask in the warm afterglow within the tent.<br/><br/>Giga turned his face away from Noah and turned his attention to Maria, finding her lips with his own. When he kissed her, he may have been a touch, just a touch, more eager than in his initial lip-lock with Noah, but if it was it was because Giga was more excited now after swapping saliva and twisting tongues with the slender male. The hand that ministered to Maria's body traveled upwards, moving from her buttock to her hip, flowing smoothly up her side and finally moving to her chest, displacing the woman's right arm to cup one of her breasts, softly kneading the supple mound as a thumb played with the pleasingly pink rise of her nipple. Giga groaned into Maria's mouth, feeling his body begin to warm and the steady flow of blood to his lower organ start as he worked Maria's mouth with his own. In due order, Giga's tongue sought to pass between Maria's lips, eager to taste more fully of the small red-headed woman. As the pair kissed he gave another low groan, deeper and longer than the one that preceded it.