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While the room Kale had initially lent from the Bar was rather bland, he'd quickly filled it up with stuff. More like parts of stuff as he currently was finding work repairing droids and other mechanical things. He was hoping to save up for a ship of his own, but for now the room suited his needs.

After all there was a bed, normally not very well slept in, but still a bed. Which is what Kale needed when he brought Atton up to his room.

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"Is," Atton agrees.

He's more concerned, at the moment, with kissing Kale (down the neck, over one shoulder, then back the other way) than with cookies, it seems.

That solves that question then. He sighs softly and tilts his head back. "Going another round?"

Chirpily: "I could go all day. But I won't, for your sake."

Kale tilts his head back and gives him a smirk. "You don't think I can?"

"Maybe. Or that you might have trouble sitting down by the end of it." Atton is innocent.

"I don't think so. You might though." He rolls over so that he's on top of Atton.

Atton laughs.

"Naah."

"And why's that?" He leans over and kisses around Atton's jaw.

Innocently: "I'm just not sure you have it in you."

"I can give as good as I take."

"See, my suggestive comment was at least unintentional."

"I find that one hard to believe." He nips at Atton's neck.

"It's true."

"I suppose there's no way to prove it, so I guess we should head onto other matters."

"Seems sensible."

Other matters seem to be kissing down Atton's neck and chest.

Atton approves of this.

He makes a deep, pleased noise in the back of his throat to indicate this, one hand reaching up to tangle in Kale's hair.

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