„I can't believe you didn't let me just slaughter him right out of the door," T'senri murmured under his nose with a grimace as he passed under the arch between Aetheryte and Excedra.
Careful, Senri, your inner beast is showing, Ares chortled at his expanse, then sighed. There's an order to these things, my boy. Do you think your friends would be impressed if you just walked in and beheaded Vauthry without a word?
„They trust my judgment," he murmured, even as he knew his immortal was right. Which only served to make him grimace again and Ares chuckle. „And it would save us time. Not to mention they would understand once he would burst into the Light."
True, Ares agreed easily. But there's more to that than that. According to what I remember of the story, reaching the lair of that... monstrosity will serve to unite the people of Eulmore with many of the others we met along the way – so I thought it's more important than saving a few days.
„If you say so," he sighed with resignation, then frowned as in the middle of the plaza, he reached toward his mate... and didn't feel him in the Tower, but somewhere else in the city. „Oh?" he hummed with surprise, turning his step toward the source of the feeling.
His friends stayed in Kholusia, deciding to make Eulmore their base of operation for the duration of construction of the Talon, while he used the excuse of reporting their progress to Exarch to come back to Crystarium despite the late bell. It raised a few eyebrows, but thankfully Y'shtola – understanding his needs – agreed and distracted the others from his departure.
It was a long and eventful day – getting through Eulmore to Vauthry was exhausting in itself – but he refused to spend the night away from his lover. He had five years of that, thank you very much... now that he had Raha back, a moment without him felt like days. Not to mention, the comfort of their nest was hard to beat. He really did hope that his lover recreate it once he finds a proper home for them.
Oh? Ares chuckled, dragging him out of the reverie while he headed into the underground level of the city. I thought you intend to bring him to Rising Stones.
„At first, yeah... no other choice," he murmured, thankful that most of the citizens seemed to already retire for the night and weren't there to witness Warrior of Light and Darkness talking to himself. He knew Raha tended to talk to Damon internally, but for some reason, he preferred... hearing himself while interacting with Ares. „You do know how... busy I was before, right? And kind of... ah, after losing him – why would I move out of the compound? I love Scions... but now that I'm mated, I do have to consider his comforts. And the walls in Rising Stones are quite thin... can you imagine?"
His immortal simply hummed with the agreement that had T'senri snicker quietly, opening the door leading into the Cabinet of Curiosity and peering inside with a tiny grin. He adored Raha's bashfulness... but even more loved when he managed to have his beautiful lover lose himself in pleasure so much he couldn't help his ridiculously arousing noises. And once he can finally bite him... oh, Azeyma... but nothing could make his Raha sing for him more beautifully...
More than aroused at the memory of that, he headed up the spiraling staircase around the tower of bookcases, skipping steps, until he arrived at the third platform and walked around the round area. Spying his lover at the table inside one of the nooks – seemingly consumed in lecture – cowl up as he rested his chin on his crystalized hand, he grinned triumphantly and more than a bit nostalgic. Maybe someone else would mind his mate so obviously missing his presence – but for him... it only worked to remind him of his historian – the way his Raha would get so lost in a lecture back at the Find, he had to whine and find other ways to win his attention. And half the time his tease of a mate would simply pretend the distraction – so obviously enjoying his advances – T'senri found both amusing and challenging.
He felt more than a pang of sharp arousal as he sneakily approached his distracted lover, making sure to avoid his line of vision. Only right behind his chair, he carefully leaned in and without a warning coiled his arms around his mate's shoulders.
„Wha...?" Raha flinched harshly, and T'senri barely avoided getting hit by the back of his cowled head in his chin, but the slight pitch in his lover's voice was definitely worth it. „Oh, wicked... Snark!" his mate hissed with outrage and he snickered mercilessly, feeling his tail go absolutely wild with enthusiasm.
„Did I surprise you, my heart?" he couldn't help but whisper with barely contained laughter, almost choking with it as his lover squirmed, trying to break free.
„You're... let me go!" his mate hissed again, clearly agitated, and if in this position he could see his face, he could bet Raha was blushing furiously – probably already more than aware of what his... distraction will cost him. „Not... h-here!" he stammered, confirming his suspicion.
„Ah, but you do know the rules, Raha," he drawled playfully, easily holding him still with one arm around his chest while the other trailed down the front of his robes to slowly tug the front of them up his legs. „You invented this game yourself, after all," he cooed, grinning as he nuzzled against his lover's shoulder. „If you get so distracted you miss my presence... I get to do whatever I want to punish you," he reminded, sneaking his hand under the heavy material and smoothing it up Raha's inner thigh. When his bashful mate squirmed, trying to stop the ascent of his hand by squeezing his legs together, T'senri chortled, easily ignoring it to press his hand over his lover's crotch and purred feeling how hard he already was. „Ah, but you so enjoy playing coy with me, my Raha," he whispered softly when his beautiful man went rigid in his arms instantly, choking on a tiny, almost musical whimper. Azeyma, but he loved his voice, especially when it got like this...
„Senri, please not..." he choked out, then moaned and arched, helplessly clawing at his arm wrapped around him while the Warrior slowly rubbed his hand up and down over his cock through the material of his shorts. „Any-anyone... can..." he gasped, but let the back of his head rest against T'senri's shoulder with a quiet whimper and rutted back against his hand when he increased the pressure on his erection. „...oh, g-gods..."
Beyond glad that his lover couldn't see his face, he grinned widely, realizing that his lover clearly wasn't aware of the time – and the fact that the city's library was empty – T'senri fell to his knees behind Raha's chair, still keeping him carefully secured against the backrest of it while he pushed his hand under the material separating it from the flesh begging for his attention.
„Are you worried someone walks over here and sees their respectful lord like this, my heart?" he cooed shamelessly, wrapping his fingers around his mate's all-too-eager dick, snickering quietly when Raha arched with a breathless whine, tightening his mismatched hands around his forearm almost painfully and panting harshly. „Your beautiful body betrays you, my mate," he sing-a-songed playfully, pumping his hand along the hot flesh teasingly and on each pass making sure to brush his thumb over the head of his lover's cock – almost dizzy with the mounting, intoxicatingly heavy scent of his mate's arousal. His ears twitched slightly at the quickly stifled sound of Raha's mewl – his arm preventing his silly attempt at using his hand to cover his mouth. „Oh, but I know you, Raha..." he chuckled, tightening his hand around the much more honest flesh until his lover couldn't stop another beautiful sound – his whimper echoing beautifully in the silence of the room. „...I can feel your arousal at the idea," he drawled, not caring that his own voice grew deep and gravelly with lust as his cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his pants.
„N-no..." his mate's lied, shaking his head furiously even as he helplessly rutted into his palm, shuddering and maybe not even aware of his loud, inviting purrs... that had T'senri almost frothing at the mouth.
„So dishonest, my heart," he chortled, then proved his point by lowering his other hand under his lover's robes, pulling them higher to brush his fingers delicately over his mate's balls. Grinning with feral satisfaction when his lover rewarded his efforts with an absolutely maddening mix of needy mewls and whimpers, he waited until his sounds grew the telltale keening edge – so loud now, probably his beautiful Raha would be beyond embarrassed if he realized – and when his mate arched with a choked whine and his dick throbbed in his palm announcing his orgasm... T'senri growled and tightened his fingers around the base of his lover's dick, denying his relief. When Raha howled, then trashed with a mix of surprise and the sheer need to come – he pulled his left arm up again, holding him tightly against the chair. „What's wrong, my Raha?" he chuckled breathlessly, shakily – barely stopping himself from pushing the stack of tomes off the table, pinning his lover against it, and fucking him senseless. But in these circumstances...
He'll have to start carrying oil with him at all times, it seemed... You never know when the occasion to use it will present itself now... He almost laughed out loud at the thought breaking through the haze of arousal his lover's scent spun over his mind.
„Oh, g-gods, Snark..." his lover mewled in protest, rolling his hips and jerking, uselessly trying to force friction on his cock. „Plea... oh, fuuuuck," Raha wailed when he tightened his grip around him and on his dick, preventing any movement.
„Just... be honest with me, my heart," T'senri rasped, involuntarily rutting his own painful erection against the back of the chair – losing his mind when Raha's desperate sounds and delicious scent filled his head until he could barely catch his breath. „Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you..."
„P-please... S-Snark, I have t-to..." his lover moaned helplessly, clawing at his arm. „I n-need to... P-please, please, let me... c-come..."
„See... not t-that hard," he chuckled breathlessly, then eagerly relaxed his hold to again pump his lover's as eager flesh until his Raha sang for him in the most beautiful notes of his whines and whimpers, spraying his ecstasy all over his thighs and T'senri's hand. When he sagged against the chair bonelessly, mewling softly in bliss, the Warrior felt more powerful and proud than ever after slaying a Primal, fighting his body's furious need as he smoothed his free hand soothingly over his mate's abdomen, letting him ride out his high.
After a long moment, unbearably pleased with himself, he pulled his arms back and stood up. Despite his painful arousal, he was grinning when he moved around the chair and leaned against the table, then lifted his soiled hand and in a full view of his lover – feeling his gaze even as the edge of the cowl shaded his eyes from him – he used his tongue to clean it, purring loudly in approval at the salty, musky taste.
„You're... impossible," Raha gasped, biting his lower lip when T'senri simply smirked – feeling the instant spark of his mate's renewed arousal. Oh, Azeyma, but he loved how that bond allowed him access to his lover's needs and feelings. Shifting slightly uncomfortably to relieve the painful pressure of his pants over his dick, he sent his lover a true, goofy grin when he lowered his hands around his hips and clenched them around the edge of the table to stop himself from simply... pouncing at him, pinning him against the nearest bookshelf and finding relief in his beautiful body. „Shouldn't you be in Kholusia?" he barely heard over his pounding heart, fighting to focus as his lover slowly smoothed his robes into order, then stood up – his fiery blush barely visible under the shade of the cowl.
„Shouldn't you be in the Tower?" he replied with a slightly strained, sheepish chuckle.
„I... ah, I thought you won't be back for the night," Raha admitted, maybe finally realizing the time as he smiled and pushed the cowl back, gracing his hungry, enamored gaze with the gorgeous sight of his eyes and pretty blush. „And I might... needed to get away for a bit," he admitted sheepishly, shrugging slightly as he moved closer and leaned against him, climbing up his toes and wrapping his mismatched arms around T'senri's shoulders. „Welcome back, my love," he purred, placing a delicate kiss on his lips... testing Warrior's self-control.
And since he wasn't famous for restraint for a reason, one of his hands instantly shot to his lover's clad behind, pulling him tighter against his body as he caught his too-pretty lips in a slow, deep kiss – swallowing his mewl of approval eagerly as he let his tongue explore Raha's mouth, enjoying the way their purrs mixed and slowly, slightly rubbing his painful erection against his mate's stomach.
He whined a complaint shamelessly when Raha pulled back from the kiss with a breathless gasp, but gladly tilted his head to grant him access while his lover trailed delicate bites along his jaw.
„Beq Lugg is giving you a hard time?" he frowned at the idea – still more than a bit displeased with the new arrival in the Crystarium. Especially since he got fur on his tail scorched by the mage's pet when he went with his friends to deliver his lover's invitation for the recluse Nu Mou.
„Hardly," Raha chuckled softly – knowing his animosity for the Fae and the reason behind it – but he could hardly mind while his lover smoothed his crystalized hand to the fastenings of his black vest, pulling it open and he trailed his teasing bites down the Warrior's throat. Feeling the slight chill of the crystal as his mate's hand slowly trailed over the taut muscles on his stomach to hook in the waistband of his pants, T'senri growled his approval, panting harshly as he let his head drop against Raha's shoulder. „It's more of an issue with our... immortal guests."
Oh? Ares hummed with obvious interest instantly, reminding him of his existence. Involuntarily flushing up to his hairline – he closed his eyes tightly – embarrassed but when his lover slowly pushed his pants down, he enjoyed the prospect of relief too much to care... and honestly, he figured he should get used to the constant presence of the Ascian... even in this sort of situation. Silly mortal, the immortal chortled at his expanse.
Shut up, he sent back, fighting not to freeze up and distract his lover from what he was doing – knowing his bashfulness, not wishing to remind him of their... audience.
„Eme... Hades is giving you a hard time?" he asked instead, almost vibrating with need while his mate's affectionate bites slowly traveled down his chest and stomach when Raha lowered against him, falling to his knees. He rolled his hips impatiently, one hand still clenched at the edge of the table while the other he used to delicately pet his lover's ear, silently encouraging his advances.
„In a way..." Raha chuckled sheepishly, then slowly dragged his rough tongue from the base of his cock to its tip, tearing a string of breathless whimpers from his throat. His hand shaking, he let his fingers sink into his lover's hair, with his thumb massaging the back of his ear as he fought not to pull him closer and force his aching cock down his throat. While he gasped, letting his loud, inviting purrs fill the silence of the library, staying utterly still was the truest test of his self-control... „Apparently there's something Damon calls the 'separation anxiety'... and Hades seems to suffer from that."
„Huh?" he hummed, though, honestly... not really able to care about that at the moment.
„...later," his lover chuckled, then wrapped his mismatched hands around T'senri's hips, holding him utterly still while he set to swallow his cock. Whining in the back of his throat, Warrior fought not to jerk out of his grip – almost losing that battle when the incredible heat of his mate's mouth slid down his painful length, sending bolts of lightning up his spine.
Panting harshly between his choked noises of encouragement, he fisted his hand in Raha's hair. His whole body shook uncontrollably in the insane rhythm of his heartbeat while his tail swiveled around his hip to eagerly wrap around his mate's neck, leashing him in place.
„...oh, A-Azeyma... You're so... sooo good with your mouth," he choked out in a strained whisper, arching involuntarily against the table. „S-Sooo... goo... nhg, oh, fuck..." he whimpered desperately when his praise had his lover purr around his flesh. Drowning in the maddening sensation, he whined needily, letting his other hand sink into red-white hair but with effort keeping utterly still. „Love your... m-mouth, Raha," he cooed shamelessly, then – knowing his lover and what he wanted – didn't even bother to stifle his sounds of enjoyment. Feeling Raha's ears twitch eagerly at each word and noise that left his throat, he chanted his name between strained groans and eager praises of his lover's skills and pure talent in blowing his mind. Soon his words grew incoherent when his mate relaxed his throat around his cock, petting his hips slowly to let him know what he wanted... and T'senri almost howled with relief, tightening his hands in Raha's hair as he set to fuck his pretty, too-hot mouth.
Slow at first as he hung his head, through his lashes numbly admiring the way his rock-hard flesh slid in and out of those plush lips. But as his mate's maddening purrs increased with the noises that sight alone tore from his throat, he couldn't help but roll his hips harder, faster... fucking that eager mouth with relish. Feeling Raha's fingers dig into his skin, spurring him on, T'senri lost his mind, settling almost a brutal rhythm as he shamelessly mewl-purred his mate's name.
His orgasm tore through his body like a violent storm, making all of his muscles jerk and twitch uncontrollably while his lover eagerly swallowed around his throbbing flesh. He sagged against the table bonelessly, thankfully petting Raha's hair and ears and mewling in bliss while his mate carefully cleaned his flesh, purring his approval. Utterly dazed by pleasure, he barely registered when Raha pulled back, unwound his tail from his neck, and then stood up with quite a self-satisfied grin, quickly fixing his pants back in place.
„You're... the best," T'senri cooed, still enjoying his high as he pulled his lover against him and delicately trailed his tongue over his bruised lips. He smirked when he felt his mate's more than eager cock press against his thigh through the heavy material of his robes. His Raha had a real... thing for oral, he knew – and he couldn't help but absolutely love that about him. Especially since it never failed to get him so wonderfully riled up... He hid his widening grin against his mate's shoulder when he felt his normal hand move around his hip to knead at his ass meaningfully.
„I... want to fuck you, Snark," Raha rasped, hiding his flaming face against his shoulder.
„Okay," he said simply with amusement, nuzzling against his lover's throat with loud, inviting purrs. „...now?" he smoothed his hands up and down his lover's back, letting them rest delicately at his hips, really, really hoping for a yes...
„Can't," his lover gasped, shaking his head slightly and tearing an annoyed hiss from his mouth. „Obviously, I didn't expect you... here, especially," Raha chuckled a bit breathlessly, spreading affectionate bites over his shoulder while delicately pulling his vest's sleeve off it. Holding the material back, his crystalized fingers trailed over the lines of the tattoo on T'senri's shoulder when Raha grumbled in frustration. „...no oil," he finally admitted with a dark, dark blush... then bit him roughly, right at the mark on his skin.
T'senri arched with a shout, letting his hands shoot and curl brutally around his lover's ass, cursing loudly covering him crystallization as his teeth simply... itched to return the bite.
„I can... take it," he mewled breathlessly, panting harshly and pawing at his mate's behind desperately. Instantly, painfully aroused when Raha snarled into his skin and the vibration of it joined the pleasure-pain of the bite as it thrummed down his spine and straight into his dick. If his mate had a thing for oral, he definitely had his own... kink in biting. Nothing got him going as fast as his lover getting snarly and 'bite-y' with him. He never actually figured out why it was this... arousing – but definitely didn't have a space of mind to dwell on that now. He mewled his need desperately, shuddering violently and pulling his lover closer, eagerly rutting against his stomach. „I can... P-please, Raha... Please, fuck me," he gasped, pleadingly nuzzling against his mate's shoulder – where his mark used to be, utterly hating the crystal that took it.
His lover growled softly – with obvious amusement and boundless frustration – but to his whine of complaint, pulled back from his bite. Instead, he caught T'senri's mouth in a deep, calming kiss – uselessly as the copper taste on his tongue had Warrior purr insistently, wrapping his arms around his lover's almost painfully.
„Later," he finally replied, breaking the kiss and panting harshly as he sagged against him with a gasp. „B-Behave, Snark... and I'll make it up to you, I promise," he purred soothingly, delicately rubbing his mismatched hands over T'senri's hips.
Though in thought cursing his lover's much better self-control, he gave in with a quiet whimper of frustration, soon quietly grumbling a string of choked complaints against the crystal on Raha's throat as he fought to catch his breath. Only the fact that it made his mate snort a laugh involuntarily, then caress his ear with his normal hand in comfort made calming his body's raging need possible. When he finally sagged against the table with a quiet, self-conscious snicker and a fiery blush, he relaxed his arms around his lover, letting him lean away.
„Gods, but I could eat you up... You're so cute, my Snark," his lover chuckled, ignoring Warrior's indignant expression at the statement, as he freed himself from his arms and dropped inelegantly on the chair he was sitting on in the first place.
„...cute?" he deadpanned, folding his arms over his chest and sending his mate a narrowed look.
„Fierce..." Raha assured him with a choked snicker and quick flutter of his long, dark-red lashes. But when T'senri relaxed..." ...but adorable, too!" he downright gushed, making Warrior's eyes shoot wide open at the sheer slander... even as the dark, dark blush climbed his face and he looked away from his lover's gaze.
„Sh-Shut up!" he snapped, his face completely on fire as his ears fell flat against his head and his tail curled in embarrassment. Oh, Azeyma... no one – never – could turn him into a flustered, stammering fool as easily as his Raha did. Because he couldn't help but... feel utterly confused at the wave of embarrassing pride that his... looks were pleasing for his mate. He used to hate them – seeing his height and the fact that others found him... appealing as the curse that robbed him of his home. Logically, he knew it wasn't true... That even if not for it – he still would be required to leave once the time comes – as any other male, especially since he never planned to fight his sire for the title for obvious reasons... But as a sixteen-year-old kit – not really understanding at first why suddenly his female playmates would treat him differently... he came to despise the change in his body that brought it about. That made him realize his... lack of interest in them – and turned his life into hell... of excuses, his male friends' merciless ribbing and jealousy.
He hated his looks... until Raha. Until his historian's sweet praises and obvious lust in his mismatched eyes. The admiration and pleasure of his lover was the only thing that helped him get over his... issues, yet...
„Senri..." his mate purred softly and despite his flaming face, he couldn't resist but look toward him shyly, swallowing thickly at the sight of the tender, understanding look in now crimson irises. „Come here?" Raha smiled delicately with reassurance, stretching out his arms toward him. Never able to refuse him anything, he dropped his gaze but slowly pushed off the table and let his arms drop to his sides as he moved closer and then almost against his will dropped to his knees next to the chair, letting his lover pull him into a tight, yet somehow tender embrace.
Almost instantly melting into him, he gratefully hid his flaming face against his lover's throat, a bit awkwardly picking on the material of his robes.
„I'm sorry, my Snark," Raha chuckled a bit self-consciously, delicately running his crystalized fingers through his hair. „I... forgot. But you know I adore you, my heart. Not because of how you look..." he added with a quiet sigh when T'senri curled into him with too obvious desperation.
„I know," he murmured, nuzzling apologetically against his lover's shoulder. „I know, I'm so sorry..."
„Shhh, it's okay," his mate cooed soothingly, pressing a delicate kiss on his throat. „My fault, really... Now, tell me about Kholusia and how it went?"
Swallowing thickly, he forced himself to relax and in a whisper relayed his whole day – though, he was pretty sure that his lover was watching their progress through his mirror – but he was anyway grateful for something to focus on and chase away the burning shame at his... overreaction. He liked that Raha found him attractive... he did, but after years and years of his looks bringing him nothing but unwanted sort of attention... He almost curled in himself at the memory of his lover's face when he admitted that he considered once the idea of cutting his own face in hopes it'll scar in a way that would rather make females look away from him with disgust. Raha was terrified about it – and for him, even after he lost him – he fought to get used to the... attention. Using his games with his friends, with Y'shtola in particular most often now – whom he could trust not to want him that way – to encourage rumors about them and by it scare off any females who would think him... available.
He only ever wanted Raha and his attention. Only for him, he would ever even preen – because his mate so obviously enjoyed it. And whatever pleased him... he was more than eager to provide.
When he fell silent but Raha kept him in a sweet, protective hug, purring and petting his hair... he finally truly relaxed, sagging against him with a tired sigh.
„What did you mean?" he asked softly, enjoying his lover's delicious scent too much to pull back, instead humming his pleasure at the ministrations as he rubbed his cheek against the crystal on Raha's throat. „With Hades?"
„Ah, that," his mate chuckled, pressing a tender kiss on T'senri's temple. „Well, while you were away, he's been my constant shade. Or rather Damon's, to be precise. Honestly, I thought he would be eager to spend more time with that friend of his, Hythlodaeus – and the man looked as surprised... if not a bit disappointed in my opinion, when forced to spend bells in Ocular, listening to them talk. Even Damon finally got fed up with watching his misery... and excused us to come here, barely getting Hades to stay behind. He used that term I told you about... the 'separation anxiety' and said that he likely just... needs time to get over it, but..."
Bullshit, as you would say, Senri, Ares sighed suddenly with frustration.
„What do you mean?" he said out loud automatically.
„Well..." Raha started, but he shook his head and chuckled sheepishly.
„Ares says it's bullshit," he explained quickly.
„Huh?" his lover hummed with surprise, and T'senri sighed, falling back on his legs and resting his head in his mate's lap as he let his immortal take over.
„He's using you as an excuse," Ares said with conviction and no small amount of amusement, sitting back and sending surprised Raha a wink. „Or rather Damon, as you said."
„Excuse for what... exactly?" his lover frowned with confusion, folding his hands in his lap elegantly.
„Knowing my little brother as I do...?" the Azem chortled, scratching his chin. „To not be left with Hyth alone."
„Huh?" Huh? T'senri actually hummed in tandem with his mate – as confused by the statement as Raha's frown suggested.
„Cute," Ares chuckled at their expanse, then sighed and stood up, leaning back against the table as T'senri did earlier, then folded his arms over his chest. „Damon was always a bit... too naive when it comes to Hades," he grinned crookedly when Raha grimaced slightly – and none of them needed confirmation to know that Damon probably argued that statement. „Yes, you are," the immortal chuckled fondly, then cleared his throat and grew more serious. „But what I mean... poor boy probably has simply no idea how to properly... woo his friend and is using you as an excuse to buy time while he figures it out."
A moment of silence, then...
„Damon is asking why you think he wouldn't simply ask him for advice with that," his lover said slowly with obvious amusement and maybe a bit of bewilderment at the situation – relaying messages between the immortals.
„Him?" Ares scoffed with a laugh and judging by Raha's expression... Damon wasn't pleased with that. „Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean to offend, my love," Azem corrected himself quickly, clearing his throat – and T'senri had to remind himself that he meant Damon – though, he still couldn't help but growl in a warning. „Yes, of course, I meant Damon, silly boy," Ares rolled his eyes, then focused on Raha again. „Funny thing, that possessiveness, he's jealous even of me," he chortled.
Raha's expression went slack for a heartbeat, then he scowled darkly, folding his arms over his chest and glaring daggers at Ares.
„Will you get to the point, Azem?" he growled... or rather Damon did, T'senri realized instantly, relaxing somewhat. Clearly as aware of the switch, Ares winced slightly, then raised his hands in a pacifying gesture.
„Of course, love," he smiled sheepishly. „What I meant... is think about it. Would you enjoy asking your father how to... woo your lover?"
Damon blinked slowly... twice, then understanding bloomed on his face together with a slight pout.
„Oh," he hummed, visibly considering it. „I guess that would be... uncomfortable topic to rise with me," he finally agreed reluctantly.
„I'll talk with him tomorrow," Ares chuckled, resting his hands on the table around his hips.
„And you think he will be more comfortable talking with you about that?" Damon's fiery temper flared in crimson irises as his pout grew more pronounced.
„I'm his older brother. Who's better to give him some... pointers?" Azem said easily with a shrug, then smiled at his husband reassuringly and winked. „Plus... in the meantime, you can take care of Hyth, my heart. I do not know his level of experience, obviously... But something tells me that he's as green about it as Hades... and probably will more than appreciate your sage input," he grinned triumphantly.
Smooth, T'senri actually laughed, seeing Damon's temper cool down instantly and his expression grow considerate – maybe already planning how to teach the younger immortal.
Millennia of experience, my boy, Ares drawled at him without even a slight change in his expression. So... I'm going to borrow your body for a bit tomorrow morning to have that chat... if you don't mind being late in Kholusia?
He considered it briefly, then had a sudden idea.
You know... he started, trying to sound more confident than he currently felt. I don't mind, but... Can I listen in?
...why? Ares sounded honestly surprised. It's not like you need pointers with that.
I... I mean... he stammered, suddenly too self-conscious about it. Nevermind! Forget I said anything. Just give my body back now, and...
Come one, Senri... Just tell me, you know I won't judge, the immortal assured smoothly.
He couldn't help but appreciate that he didn't just simply pick the answer from his thoughts – at least, as far as he could tell.
I, well... ugh, you know that Raha is the only lover I ever had, he finally replied quickly. And I thought it would be... nice... if I can learn something... n-new to... to surprise him with.
Oh? So... thoughtful, Ares hummed – probably choking a laugh – if T'senri could whimper in embarrassment at the moment... he definitely would. Of course, you can listen in, Senri, but the talk I'm going to have with my brother definitely won't teach you anything new – since he's way behind you in that... area of expertise, my boy. But if you would like, instead I can simply offer you a few... more advanced pointers, he said neutrally. But as the quirks of Miqo'te bodies are quite... new for us, you would have to help me here, boy... What exactly you're interested in doing?
I want to... oh, Azeyma... Ah, I would like to... m-make him completely... snap, he finally admitted.
Ares was silent for a long, long moment – subtly, but with obvious consideration throwing a look toward Damon that seemed utterly busy with ideas of his own. When T'senri almost wilted and bid him again to forget about it, suddenly out of nowhere an image appeared inside his mind – something so...
No way! He gasped, mortified. I can't do... that!
That's just a suggestion, Ares snickered at his expanse. What you do with it – if you do anything – it's up to you, Senri.
I... he almost expired, curling into a ball of shame, but... You think... he would really like... that?
Oh, I'm quite sure, the immortal now sounded beyond convinced. Think of it that way, my boy... Would you like it if he did that?
The instant spark of fierce lust when in the image Raha took his place... was more than an answer, but... Oh, Azeyma... that was beyond... embarrassing! But for his lover...
I'll... consider it, he finally admitted, truthfully, curling into himself. Th-Thank you, Ares.
My pleasure, the immortal assured smoothly, and suddenly he was back in control of his body, instantly feeling his embarrassment translate to a fiery, fiery blush and almost whimpering when Damon visibly startled and looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows... then his expression went slack and Raha blinked at him with surprise.
„It's so confusing sometimes," his lover chuckled sheepishly, then sighed and stood up. „Everything's okay, Snark?" he hummed with a hint of worry at the sight of his flaming face... probably.
„Ah, yeah..." he cleared his throat, then shifted a bit uncomfortably. „Just a bit... ah, tired, that's all," he murmured, dropping his gaze and pretending to get busy with quickly closing his vest. „It was a long day," he added.
„That's true," his lover agreed with a sigh, then smiled that absolutely gorgeous way of his – something between the coyness of his historian and the reassuring calm of the Exarch – and T'senri's heart stuttered helplessly, swelling with so much devotion it felt like it'll simply burst out of his chest. „Give me a moment to get to the Tower," Raha said, so blissfully unaware of the effect he had on him, pulling the cowl over his head still with that smile... and T'senri could only gape, wondering if his lover was even aware that he could ask him for literally anything with that smile... and he would die a happy man to comply. „I'll go straight to... our room and then you'll be able to rest, my love."
„O-okay," he murmured, rest oh, so very far from his mind, but... „Anything you wish, my prince," he gasped breathlessly when his lover chuckled at his nickname, feeling an almost brutal need to take him on the spot. Or better yet, present himself like a... like a female in heat and beg this unbearably beautiful mate of his to fuck him senseless. Which was pretty much the image Ares so helpfully supplied... Flushing even darker at the thought, he took a deep, steadying breath and then nodded slowly – more than aware of what he was going to do once he gets his lover in the safety of their nest. „Take your time, Raha, I'll get some... fresh change of clothes from my room in Pendants in the meantime."
„Good thought. See you soon, my Snark," his mate smiled again – blowing his mind utterly yet somehow... still seemed unaware of what he was doing to him – and neared him, fisting his hands in his vest to pull him down for a kiss. Almost breaking, he fought to keep it gentle and innocent, grinning like the fool he was when his lover pulled back and headed toward the stairs and out of the library.
Only when his ears twitched at the sound of the massive door on the ground level closing, T'senri relaxed with a loud gasp, pressing his palm over his insanely pounding heart.
Boy, but you do have it bad for him, his immortal chortled at his expanse.
„I know," he admitted without shame but with a sheepish chuckle. „Always did," he ran his shaky fingers through his hair, then exhaled slowly and steeled his back with determination. „So... about that idea of yours... Do you think rope is enough... or a chain would be better?"
For you... chain, definitely, Ares hummed with consideration... and no small amount of amusement.
„Got it," he said with a furious blush, then headed out in search of supplies. If his Raha really likes it... well, there was nothing he wanted more than pleasing his mate, no matter his embarrassment at the prospect.