⚠Warning: Salty Sol ahead⚠

Master stood, Sol tucked comfortably against his chest, in the middle of a busy airport, both males surveying the clamor of workers preparing to launch not an airplane, but a spaceship. They watched as his Master's precious spaceship rolled into sight. The massive ship was no less amazing than the last times Sol had seen it - covered with sparkling, violet armor curved into a beautiful streamline shape and engines more powerful than anything ever created on Earth, the spaceship, Cadence, is one of the few ships in Earth's possession that could match the strength, power and speed of the alien flotilla.

With a loud hiss of air, a platform unraveled from the stomach of Cadence and the workers began to load supplies onto the ship, hurriedly wheeling their cargo up the thick, metal sheet, uncomfortable around the foreign technology. Soon, they were dashing out of the ship, trollies empty and three hours later, the process was finished and Sol's Master lead the crew aboard. The inside of Cadence was just as spectacular as the outside - broad and spacious, like a cruise ship. Sol's Master separated from the crew, making his way down a long corridor before entering a room.

"This is where we'll stay for the trip," His Master spoke for the first time that morning as he shut the door behind him.

The room was something you would have seen in those historical shows - grand and laced with gold. They passed through a sitting room and into another section. This one was furnished to resemble a bedchamber. His Master set him down on the bed and Sol happily sunk into the mattress. He hardly noticed his Master as he went through a drawer - one hand rummaging through the garments, the other removing the suit he was wearing. 

Sol rolled on the bed, rubbing his cheek joyously into the covers, thoroughly savoring the feel of the heavenly material against his bare skin. 

"You have three days to enjoy that," An amused chuckle drew Sol's attention.

He looked over at his Master, flushed and looked away. Hurriedly, he resumed rubbing his face against the bed.

(To hide his reaction? Maybe.)

A warm hand slid over Sol's side, pressing gently against his ribs before lifting him across the bed. He landed on his Master's lap, the man having sat down on the end of the bed. Lips pressed lovingly against Sol's silver hair, his Master's laugh rumbling through his back as he did so. His lips continued to press open kisses down Sol's neck, making his toes curl in unhidden delight. A purr blossomed through his body and shifted - rearranging himself until he was straddling his Master. The kisses feathered over his shoulders, his Master pausing to suck on Sol's sensitive spot. Sol's back arched in pleasure, spine curling into the hand that crept up it, his fingers coming up to grip the soft material of his Master's open shirt.

Then, his Master made his way back up to Sol's mouth, claiming his plump lips with his own. Bliss made Sol shiver as his Master's taste flowed into his mouth, the same intoxicating substance that he was addicted to. Submissively, Sol allowed his Master's tongue to dominate him as he leaned deeper into the kiss. Then, before things could get any more heated, his Master pulled away. Sol whined, disappointed. 

Folding himself down, he buried his head into his Master's stomach, pushing needily against the strong abs. His Master's hand traced his spine soothingly as Sol proceeded to nip his bronze skin.

"You haven't healed enough to have sex yet." His Master shared, slipping his free hand between Sol's jaws, supplying him with something to chew on instead of the muscle.

 Sol puffed out his cheeks as he lifted his head, chewing obediently on the finger he was given. He sniffed, tears sparkling in his lavender eyes. His Master frowned.

"Don't be a drama queen, Sol," He brought the hand on Sol's back up to cup his pet's face, "When we arrive at the Black Planet, I'll make sure to buy medicine to speed up your healing process."

Sol gave a brief purr of agreement, letting his Master's finger fall from his mouth. His Master pet his head in approval.

"Good boy."