Not very pleased to wake up without his lover's heat in his arms, T'senri was grumbling complaints under his nose the whole time as he dressed and sneaked out of the Annex. Ignoring the curious gazes of the students walking along the paths, he headed toward the main plaza and the markets, in thought considering the ideas of what to get to hope for Alisaie's forgiveness.
He was, honestly, unnerved by her anger yesterday. Even more about the look she had in her eyes before she stormed off. And he really felt bad about worrying her like that. About worrying all of his friends as he did… He did think of them as family, even if he was used to – and that he thought will never change – hiding a part of his nature from them. From everyone… Only Raha knew all of him and it'll never stop blowing his mind that his prince accepted him the way he was.
More… Now, as others would most likely find the new, physical manifestation of his inner beast unsettling, his lover wasn't hiding his apparent arousal with them. T'senri still didn't understand the 'why'… but he definitely enjoyed Raha's enthusiasm.
He was busy looking through the stall with the jewelry – though, honestly, that didn't seem like a good fit – when his immortal hummed with consideration.
Look up and to your left, Senri, but slowly, Ares chuckled a bit… meanly. He didn't flinch, but followed the suggestion, letting only his eyes move… and he smirked. A woman was standing with a group of others near one of the other stalls and though her friends seemed consumed by discussion, she clearly had eyes only for him. After years upon years of similar attention, he had no problem recognizing the visible hunger in her green eyes. She was a Keeper of the Moon, with long, blonde hair bound into an elegant braid, her posture alone showing she was confident in her beauty and the curves that probably other males would find attractive. Once she caught his stare, she sent him a pleasant enough, fanged smile, bowed to her friends, and headed toward him. But what's more… Wouldn't that be the girl from Damon's list? She looks older, obviously, but…
Mhmm, he hummed back, and because of that put on a pleasant grin on his face when she approached, with cold interest watching excitement spark into green eyes. Diva Rhinima, currently a professor at the Studium, once had the sheer nerve to break his prince's heart – and though he failed to see what would have his mate grow interested in her, he could imagine she was attractive enough. For some reason, she reminded him of one of his half-sisters, back in the camp. The coloring was wrong, obviously, but she had that look in her eyes – the one that had the fine fur across his body bristle – and the same one that T'kaza sported before at night she crawled into his bedroll and tried to… She was the first – not the last – but the memory alone had him shoving his hands in his pockets carefully to hide his claws slipping. He wasn't a defenseless sixteen-year-old anymore and she was on his list… he just wasn't yet sure how he wanted to punish her.
"Good afternoon," she said, stopping at his side and smiling at him. More than a head lower than him, she had to look up into his face – and by the tilt of her smile, she clearly liked what she saw. "Pardon my daring, but I couldn't help but notice that you look like you could use some help," she motioned toward the stall in front of him.
"That obvious?" he smiled crookedly, schooling his features in a carefully sheepish expression, then shrugged slightly. "I'm looking for something to apologize to a friend… but nothing here seems right," he tossed a real, apologetic smile toward the merchant behind the stall, then focused his gaze on the woman again, not commenting on the fact that she moved closer to him.
"I guess, it depends on how big of an offense you wish to apologize for… and how close is that friend to you," she said carefully, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Jewelry, I would say, is reserved for quite a heavy… missteps."
"Oh, that would fit, definitely," he chuckled then almost theatrically – keeping his claws hidden – rubbed his neck awkwardly. "She's my best friend, but I never saw her… so upset with me before. I worried her," he added at her curious look and shrugged again. "I did something… stupid that almost ended badly… and earned a slap from her for my stupidity," his flush was very real now. Alisaie never did something like that before – and probably he wouldn't take it from anyone else – and that only showed how hard he… messed up.
"Oh, that sounds… complicated," the blonde chuckled, then without asking permission – and which normally would earn her a warning growl – wrapped her hands around his bicep and delicately pulled him toward the other stall. "Yet, I would suggest something more like this," she freed one hand and motioned toward it – a display of baked goods and sweets. "Maybe some favorite of hers…?"
"That does sound like a better idea," he agreed easily, only by the pure effort of willpower not pulling his arm free violently. He'll never stop hating the touch of the strangers – not to mention her perfume this close had his stomach roll with nausea – but he kept on a carefully pleasant grin. "Thank you, miss…?"
"Diva Rhinima," she supplied with a smile and flutter of her long, dark lashes. "I teach ethics in the Studium."
Ethics? That sounded almost like a joke, all things considered.
"Thank you for a suggestion, miss Rhinima," he sent her a crooked grin and barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the sparks of enthusiasm in her eyes. "T'senri Tia, at your service," he said instead politely. "May I somehow pay you back for your… kindness?"
"Well, I scarcely dare to take more of your time, Warrior," she said with a smile and a wink, like if only now she recognized him or his name. "But it's almost lunchtime… and I see my friends already left without me for the Last Stand."
Eager to be seen with you, Ares chortled.
"If you can wait a moment as I pick something for my friend, I would love nothing more than accompany you," he said with a polite bow of his head, considering if somehow humiliating her in public would be enough to pay her back…
"Of course," she chirped, leaning against him slightly as if trying how far was he willing to let her… and he fought not to grind his teeth as his discomfort grew palpable.
G'raha cut off in the middle of the story about their stay at the bottom of Tempest – carefully edited – and scowled when his gaze darted toward the direction of the unpleasant feeling.
"Something's wrong?" Alisaie asked, poking his thigh to earn his attention.
"Senri…" he hummed, rubbing his hand over his neck while the fine fur across his body bristled with the sensation. "…he's upset."
"Huh?" his friend frowned, following his gaze toward one of the walls of her bedroom. "I thought he was still asleep."
"Apparently, not anymore," he said, standing up and handing Sali to the girl. "And he feels far… Can you please look after her while I see what got him so… agitated?"
She took the kitten off his hands but stood up as well, raising her chin pointedly.
"No way!" she snapped. "I can hold her, but I'm coming with you, Raha. I have some… words for him to hear."
"As you wish," he sighed with resignation, motioning for her to follow as he headed toward the door.
With growing apprehension as the feeling gradually increased, he stopped by their bedroom to pick up his vest and scarf, then lead Alisaie out of the compound – trying to cover the haste in his step as they headed down the stairs leading toward the harbor.
"He's at Last Stand?" Alisaie said quietly with apparent confusion – he more than shared – and a clear frown on her face. "Why would he… hey!" she gasped, almost stumbling as she hit against his back when he stopped suddenly. With the clear view at the terrace of the restaurant and despite how busy it looked, spotting his lover wasn't hard at all – most of the heads of the other guests turned toward him – but it was the woman sitting across from him that had G'raha almost bare his teeth in an instinctive snarl. And the fact that it looked like she leaned toward him, resting her hand on Senri's forearm – and feeling the spike of his mate's discomfort despite not being able to see his face and the too-obvious hunger in the female's eyes… his hands rolled into fists as he took a few quick, calming breaths. "Who is that… and why Senri is allowing her to touch him?" Alisaie said quietly, moving to his side and following his gaze.
"An old… friend," he murmured, keeping his step carefully slow and even as he headed toward them with the Elzen following. "…and no idea," he hoped the growl in his voice wasn't too audible.
He had no idea what Senri was doing with Diva… and, honestly, didn't really care – his only focus was on that hand and the increasing urge to tear it off her for daring to cause his lover discomfort. He didn't even know she was still in Old Sharlayan – as at the time she was two years older than him. When he was seventeen and before the rumors, her interest seemed like a dream-come-true... to quickly burst when she would pretend to not know him in public afterwards. And he only cursed his naivety then, knowing it was his own fault to get his hopes up.
Not that any of that mattered now – as with each second that hand rested on his mate's pale skin, his temper flared. Blinded by it, maneuvering between the busy tables with Alisaie at his heels, soon he stopped behind Senri's chair. Diva noticed him first, clearly shocked as the recognition sparked in her green eyes, and her eyebrows shot near her hairline. But considering she didn't pull that hand back… Biting back a growl, he rested his hand on his lover's shoulder and raised his eyebrows slightly when Senri shifted to look up at him with sparks of amusement and obvious relief in his pale irises.
"Hey, Raha," his mate chuckled sheepishly, then his gaze drifted next to him and his expression fell, growing uncertain. "Ali…"
"G'raha Tia… that's really you?" Diva said, finally pulling that hand back and looking him over with more than surprised appreciation. "My… but you changed," she giggled, and only because there were definitely too many people around – staring – he fought to keep on a neutral expression and smile politely, while his fingers involuntarily clenched on his lover's shoulder. Right at the spot where Senri's black shirt covered his mark.
"Diva…" he bowed his head slightly, then dropped his gaze to his lover's ice-blue eyes. With his access to G'raha's memories, he had to know who she was – but then why…
He didn't have much warning other than a mischievous spark in his mate's eyes before he turned on the chair harder and his hand shot up to wrap around the back of his neck. He could merely gasp with surprise before Senri pulled him down and took his mouth in a deep, delicious kiss despite all the people around them. And despite his instant, fiery blush… when Senri's tongue slammed into his mouth and brought his addictive flavor along, he couldn't help himself but purr in invitation and return the kiss… choking on a dismal hiss when his mate pulled back as suddenly, though with a quiet snicker and a gentle bite to his lower lip.
Dazed by his taste, he licked his lips involuntarily as he straightened and blinked with confusion… then flushed furiously, realizing what exactly happened.
"Senri…!" he gasped, letting go of his shoulder and not knowing what to do with his hands or where to look… even if something in the back of his head purred with delight at the thought… and the brief sight of the shock on Diva's completely red face.
His lover chuckled at his expression and pushed his chair back, standing up and picking up the packet laying on the table before shamelessly wrapping his arm around G'raha's shoulders and nodding toward the woman that stared at them with open mouth.
"It looks like it's time for me," he grinned triumphantly. "Again thanks for the help with the idea, Diva… and for being stupid enough to let go of him," he stated with a loud, clear voice and pressed a tender kiss on top of his head before tossing the woman a mocking smirk and then pulling him out of the terrace – G'raha, honestly, too embarrassed to do much more than let him, staring at his feet because his face simply burned! Not because he was ashamed… but because he was instantly, painfully aroused and he prayed it wasn't too noticeable.
"I thought you weren't supposed to let others know?" hummed Alisaie with obvious amusement on his lover's other side.
"Special occasion," his mate chortled, then handed her the package. Looking around him, G'raha saw her frown and take it, though still keeping a careful embrace around Sali. "Here… I, ah… wanted to apologize, Firecracker. I didn't mean to… worry you so much, and all…"
"Senri… I don't need gifts," she scoffed. "And you should apologize to Thancred instead, anyway… Can you imagine how guilty he must feel to know you almost killed yourself to spare his feelings?"
"I will… get to him," his lover sighed, putting his freed hand in his pocket while his other arm tightened around him possessively. "And I didn't mean to… I was really sure it'll be fine, Ali. I would never do that if I knew how it would end, believe me."
"Ares warned you," G'raha supplied helpfully, fearlessly holding his instant, warning look. "He did, Snark. And don't look at me like that. I'm also still beyond… annoyed that you would ignore him like that and do it anyway," he raised his eyebrows pointedly.
Senri's dark eyebrows twitched slightly, then his ice-blue eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly… and his lips tilted in a smirk that had his heart stutter then double its rhythm.
"Senri…" he hissed through his teeth with a warning, trying to get out from under his arm as unnoticeably as possible – seeing that he clearly had at least a sinful idea in his depraved mind.
"Well… I'll take Sali back to Annex," Alisaie said with obvious amusement – sending him a silly grin and a wink – clearly as well reading his lover's intent behind that smirk. "Have fun!" she snickered, then turned around and headed toward the stairs leading up to the higher level of the city.
"Why so nervous suddenly, Raha…?" his mate purred, tightening his arm around G'raha's shoulders and pulling him into the opposite direction, the base of the huge statue of Thaliak. A place quite well visible from the terrace of the Last Stand… and the many, many gazes of their clients that still almost burned his neck. "Aren't you as tired of hiding, my heart?"
G'raha flushed furiously and his heart tripled its rhythm when Senri suddenly stopped and pushed him against one of the pillars.
"This wasn't the… deal, Snark," he hissed, fisting his hands in his lover's shirt when he folded his hands above his head against the pillar, caging him against it with his bigger frame.
"Deals can be changed," his mate purred, slowly pushing closer to him. "…renegotiated, you can say, Raha," he pressed his mouth against his ear. "Come on, my beautiful prince… Don't you want to show them all to whom do I belong?" he cooed shamelessly, sending a near-violent shudder down G'raha's back. "Who owns the heart and body of the Warrior of Light, my Rrraha," he gasped breathlessly and closed his eyes at the too-familiar by-now rasp, swallowing audibly when his lover's lips trailed over his cheek and down his throat. Feeling his Warrior's right hand smooth down his side and curl possessively over his ass… he mewled mindlessly, tilting his head to grant him better access, and almost passed out feeling the light scrape of the fangs over the tattoo at his skin.
His right hand gained a mind of its own, smoothing up his lover's chest and around his neck to slide into his ink-black hair and curl into a fist in their lovely softness. Then it had the nerve to pull his mate's head lower, harder against him, and his back involuntarily arched against the pillar when Senri growled softly in approval and bit him, at the same time kneading at his ass meaningfully. G'raha's left hand had the better idea, sliding down and under the hem of his lover's shirt to rest at his lower back, fingers massaging delicately the unbearably soft, black fur at the base of Senri's tail. And feeling how that made his lover shudder and tore a quiet mewl-purr of his name from his Warrior's throat… he lost the ability to care who was watching, using his grip in the dark hair to pull him back and take his delicious mouth.
Purring his bliss at his lover's taste and swallowing his deep, hungry growl, he didn't resist when Senri quickly took over, devouring his mouth and pinning him against the pillar to rut against his stomach. Feeling his claws at his neck when his mate's free hand curled around it, send his senses reeling as his arousal shot over the roof instantly. He wrapped his hand around the base of his tail and tugged delicately, purring insistently under Senri's mouth when his delicious, choked whimper shot down his throat. Though his face still burned – all too aware of the place and audience – he couldn't help but whine his lover's name when they broke for air, instinctively begging his need as his cock throbbed painfully. His eyes still closed, he panted for air desperately, shuddering in between the cold pillar and his mate's too-hot, hard body.
"Azeyma… that must be enough forrr them," his lover growled, sinking his claws into G'raha's hair and tilting his face up. Peeing through his lashes and instinctively licking his bruised lips… he whimpered needily at the sight of Senri's expression, darkened in lust and at the flash of the fangs when he next open his mouth. "You'rrre too beautiful to let anyone else see you like this, Rrraha," he rasped, his hand on his ass tightening almost painfully and pulling him tight against the Warrior's body.
"Snark…" he gasped, mindlessly trying to pull him back into the kiss. His lover chuckled breathlessly and suddenly the pillar behind him disappeared. G'raha had merely a fraction of a second to gasp before he was promptly shoved down with a growl and his veeery aroused lover pinned him down into the foray of the red and black pillows, tearing at his clothes impatiently. "Was that… smart?" he whispered, but carelessly tore his lover's shirt open, pushing the material off his wide shoulders.
"Don't carrre," Senri growled, nuzzling against his throat insistently while tugging at his belt. "If you rrreally like this outfit, get it off beforrre I do, Rrraha," he rasped, pulling his hand back and flexing his claws meaningfully.
He almost hesitated… but Tataru put so much work into it, he swallowed his impatience and pushed against his lover's chest, forcing him to back off enough for him to discard his clothes quickly and toss them outside of the nest. At the same time watching his mate discard his torn shirt and get rid of his black pants and boots, revealing that too-perfect body, had him swallow a mouthful of saliva, then eagerly reach for the oil and spread his legs to accommodate his lover's body on top of him. Hooking one hand in ink-black hair while pushing the other between them to press his finger inside himself and work his muscles into submission for his beast… He mewled mindlessly when Senri bit him and hooked his clawed hand around his thigh, rising it against his side and letting his engorged flesh rub against the back of his hand meaningfully.
"G-gods…" he gasped when the tips of the claws sank into his skin and pushed another finger in, praying for patience as he arched at the feeling with a choked whimper.
"Hurrry up," his lover whined a complaint, pulling back from his bite to purr and nuzzle against his shoulder insistently, and G'raha's lips twitched involuntarily at the adorable, petulant tone. Using the grip on his hair, he pulled his Warrior's head to the side and bit him with a warning growl, losing his mind when Senri groaned loudly and rutted harder against his hand. Deciding enough is enough, he pulled his fingers back and coiled his hand over his mate's dick, spreading the oil over its length and delighting in his shudder and quiet mewl of pleasure. Releasing his bite, he moved that hand to his lover's back and pulled him closer, purring loudly in invitation.
Senri didn't need more to bury his face against his throat and curl his hands around G'raha's thighs, pulling them high around his waist as he pushed into him slowly. Feeling the scalding heat of his mate's cock breach him, he gasped breathlessly, shakily crossing his ankles behind his back and arching his back to take him. His mate let go of him to brace his elbows around him, pressing a line of small, sharp bites up his throat as he bent his back and sank inside him up to the hilt in one harsh thrust, tearing a string of breathless whimpers from his throat at the sensation. The heat and the fullness… the feeling of being completed in the most pleasurable way…
"My Rrraha…" his lover rasped right before his mouth descended on top of his, swallowing his mewl of arousal at the feeling of his flesh throbbing inside him. Hooking his fingers around Senri's shoulder blades, he let himself drown in his taste, carefully teasing his fangs with his tongue and swallowing his choked whimpers as his mate started to roll his hips, slowly at first, clawing at the pillows around him. Losing his mind at the combined sensations of being taken and the way his lover's slow movements put marvelous friction on his painful cock stuck between them… the sheer deliciousness of his mate's noises as they shot down his throat and straight into his dick… his head so unbearably full of the mixed scents of their arousal… He groaned loudly under his mouth, tightening his arms and legs around him possessively and rocking to meet his gradually increasing rhythm, kissing him as he was being fucked until Senri snarled and pulled back from the kiss to bite him again. And at the feeling of those impossible fangs sinking into his skin, he arched with a choked shout, wounding his arms around his lover's neck tightly.
His mate growled his approval into his bite, then shifted above him slightly and soon stole his breath and mind as he started to pound into him furiously, groaning and gasping as he fucked him with barely contained violence. And G'raha could only take it, whining his pleasure and clawing at his back, desperately looking for purchase as his whole body shook with the inhumane power of his lover's thrusts. His whole universe narrowed to the scalding heat of the dick spearing his insides and the pinpricks of pain where his beast kept him caged down with its bite.
Before long he was coming, gasping Senri's name on a string of choked whines and whimpers, leaving deep gashes on his Warrior's back as he instinctively fought to pull him closer. Barely aware, he only cursed and mewled with protest when his lover pulled back suddenly, roughly pushing his legs off him. Before he could collect his scattered wits, Senri almost violently rolled him over, then without missing a beat, mounted him with a possessive snarl. One clawed hand sank into his hair and the other took hold of his wrists and pinned them down above his head, G'raha fought to catch his breath, his senses still reeling from the orgasm.
"When I firrrst saw that bitch…" his beast rasped by his neck, pulling his head back slightly and at the same time rolling his hips slowly, with premeditation hitting the spot that sent a sizzle of pleasure across his nerve endings and had him arch under his lover's weight with a choked whimper. "…I couldn't decide how to punish her… stupidity, Rrraha… I was bidding my time, trrrying to come up with something fitting when you showed up… With such a beautiful, fierrry possessiveness in your rrruby eyes…" he purred – hard – accenting each word with slow, maddening thrusts into his body that so soon had him whine for more, squirming under his weight to push onto each stroke harder, take him deeper. "…and to see herrr look at you like that… to think she once touched what's mine… I almost torrre herrr aparrrt," he whispered on an audible growl, then dragged his rough tongue over G'raha's neck, tearing from his throat a desperate, apologetic whine. "Had to show herrr whom you belong to now, Rrraha… Show them all who makes you sing like this…" harder, harsher thrust into that knot of nerves had him arch with a choked shout of his lover's name. "…see, my mate… my prrrince… I'm done hiding, Rrraha… Next who darrres to look at you like that… will know you'rrre mine," he snarled, letting go of his hands and hair to brace his hands around him and rose over his back as he started to pound into him harder, demanding his utter submission in the way he took him.
"Y-yours, Snark…" he mewled breathlessly, shakily raising to his elbows to eagerly push back against his punishing rhythm and whimpering each time Senri's cock slammed inside him up to the hilt. The sound of the flesh hitting against the flesh had his ears twitch with delight as he curled his tail around his lover's waist in an instinctive claim. "…as you're mine…" he choked out, fisting his hands on the pillows. "…my beast…" he gasped and whined at another hard hit onto that spot, mewling desperately when Senri laughed softly, breathlessly, and he felt his claws in his hair again, pulling his head to the side.
"Only everrr yourrrs, Rrraha…" he bit him with a loud, possessive snarl, and that combined with another sharp thrust slamming into him sent him tumbling over the edge with a choked scream. "…as you'll now only everrr be mine," Senri purred with satisfaction, then groaned deeply and came, shuddering against his back and he slow down gradually, pumping his insides full of almost too-hot seed.
Falling into a heap of too-loud, blissed-out purrs, G'raha hummed with pleasure when his lover's incredible heat covered him, grinning involuntarily when Senri nuzzled against his neck insistently then spread small, affectionate bites over the back of his shoulders. He carefully took hold of his lover's still-clawed hand, intertwining their fingers tightly as he pulled it against his mouth and placed a fond kiss in the middle of his palm.
"You know…" he started, then cleared his throat, blushing at how hoarse his voice sounded. "…you do know, you have no reason to be jealous, right, Snark?"
His lover grumbled an incoherent complaint against his neck, pressing only tighter above and around him. G'raha sighed softly, pulling his hand under his cheek and nuzzling against his palm.
"I always regretted that," he admitted, blushing and closing his eyes. "It's pointless… but I wished you were also my first, Snark. And since we're mated… I can't even imagine how... hard for you it must be…" he sighed sadly, knowing his mate's natural possessiveness – and if he couldn't stand seeing even only a hand of another on Senri's gorgeous, pale skin… To know he had to see and feel each of his memories of his previous lovers…?
"I wouldn't mind…" Senri whispered into his neck hesitantly. "…if they treated you properly. I wouldn't, Raha. But to know they had the sheer audacity to neglect your needs… to be ashamed… to scorn you… It tears me apart inside. And makes me want to tear into them… You never deserved any of that… bullshit. You treated them better than they deserved… And each and every one of them is still breathing only because I know you would hate it if I did something more… drastic. But, Raha…" he sighed, rubbing his cheek against the back of his shoulder. "…I want to hurt them. Each person that ever touched you… I want to maim them and tear them to shreds. Not because they slept with you… but because they didn't appreciate the gift of your feelings. Silly, isn't it? If they did… maybe you wouldn't give me a time of the day when we did finally meet…"
"Highly doubt that, Snark," he chuckled, pressing another kiss on his lover's palm. "You couldn't see that then, Senri… But I was smitten with you at the first sight," he admitted with a wistful smile, closing his eyes. "Not that I realized it then, true… But the moment I saw you striding into that clearing at Urth's Gift… Twelve preserve, I never saw someone more breathtaking… Almost fell off that branch, too…"
"Wish you did, would be even funnier than that jump off the scaffolding," his lover snickered quietly and he blushed furiously at the reminder. "Gods, if I wasn't so hung up over Thancred then… Perhaps I would have pounced at you instantly. You were all that wide grin and the raw enthusiasm… So unbearably cute, my mate," Senri purred teasingly and laughed softly at his instant scoff. "You were… And the next day, when you poked your head out of your tent and blinked those gorgeous eyes at me with messy hair and the smudge of ink on your cheek – that, by the way, you had on for the rest of the day because I was glaring daggers at anyone who looked about to say something about it – and I knew instantly that I was fucked…"
G'raha blinked slowly, tightening his fingers around Senri's. He knew that his lover had been in love with him a while before he realized… but this was the first time he heard that. He saw it in his memories but hearing him say that was so… different. And it made his heart simply ache…
"Took me a week," he whispered, smiling sheepishly. "I kept telling myself that what I felt for you was the… interest with your title. With the hero… And then, when I finally admitted to myself that I want you… I was too intimidated by you to say anything. Too awed that you wanted to spend your time with me… and scared that if I say something you'll… bolt," he said with a laugh when Senri flinched and nuzzled against his neck almost apologetically. "Yeah, we both know how that went… But… I still thank all the possible gods that that night when I went you your tent you didn't ignore me… or chase me off…"
"How could I…?" his lover sighed, rolling off him but before he could even think to protest, he coiled his arms around him possessively and pulled him against his chest, snuggling tightly against his back. "I saw the fear and determination in your pretty, mismatched eyes, Raha… and at that moment I truly knew… I'm in love with you," he whispered, placing a tender kiss on his neck. "…I was nervous as seven hells, yeah… And I had no idea what to do about it… I spent more than two weeks lusting after you… when I didn't know that it was even possible for two males to be together," he laughed softly, with a sheepish note. "And that night, right before you showed up I half-decided to leave the camp and never return, sure that you can never look at me the same way… and that look in your eyes… was why I kissed you… despite how terrified I was that you'll push me away. That you'll hate me…"
"Let me turn around," he whispered and did that when his lover relaxed his arms around him. Then he passed his hand against Senri's cheek, to slide it to the back of his head and pull his closer until their foreheads met. Holding the stare of his ice-blue irises, he tried to convey the depth of his love when he tilted his head and brushed his lips over his mate's. "I can only thank that you did, Snark," he whispered, then rubbed the tip of his nose against his Warrior's and grinned triumphantly when Senri's beautiful eyes sparked with humor and affection. "I love you, my beautiful beast," he added, placing a delicate kiss on his lower lip.
"And I love you, my prince," his lover chuckled, then dragged his hand over his side to curl it around his buttock in a possessive gesture. "…but if you don't want me to take you again, better don't look at me like that," he flashed his teeth at him in a wide, goofy grin.
"Oh…?" he hummed, then wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "…who says I don't want that?"
And laughed brilliantly when it was enough for his beast to pounce, still chuckling when Senri's smiling mouth covered his.