"Owen," Roe said gleefully. The blond turned to Roe, acknowledging him with a calm nod and then turned back to work. Roe felt a twinge of sadness creep into his heart at barely being acknowledged.
"How was the doctors appointment?" Owen asked calmly, still not looking up from his work. Roe felt his heart soar when the older fey continued to talk to him.
"The shell's to thin. The Doktor suggested to 'cut the baby out, a c-section'. I snapped at her," Roe replied, not beating around the bush. Owen's head shot up, blue eyes wide behind his glasses.
"What?" Owen asked, deep voice full of alarm.
"Shell's thin, might have to cut egg out," Roe replied, just as calmly, though on the inside he was having a severe panic attack. Owen put down the pen he was using and stood up. It wasn't long before the elder fey had Roe wrapped securely in his surprisingly strong arms.
"It will be okay, I promise." Owen said, stoic as always. The blond was very much out of his comfort zone, but felt it worth it when Roe melted into the hug, and nuzzled his face into Owen's chest happily.
'Owen's right, it will be okay. He's and older fey, so of course he'd know. Hmm, I wonder how many kids he wants.' Roe thought warmly. Unconsciously, Roe let out a noise that resembled a purr and Owen felt his lips twitch into a small smile. It disappeared when pulled back a little to look at his face.
"Takk, Owen," Roe said with a brilliant. Puck surged through Owen's veins, giddy from pleasing his mate. In an uncharacteristic move, Owen swooped down and kissed Roe soundly. The younger half fey squeaked in surprise, but didn't move to stop it. Moments later, Roe let out a needy moan, slender hands clutching at Owen's grey jacket lapel. Owen's stone hand shifted down to cup Roe's pert ass and he squeezed gently. Roe's right hand fluttered down to the front of Owen's pants and begun to need gently. The kiss deepened desperately before both pulled apart for some much need air. Both leaned back in and began peppering each other with kisses while fondling and grouping each other. Owen felt a thrill when he felt Roe unzip his pants and pulled his erection free.
A slender hand gripped the freed length and began to pump somewhat frantically. Owen groaned pleasantly and began to group Roe's ass again, a finger petting Roe's entrance coarsely. Roe bucked against the prodding finger, tail lashing wildly. Seconds later, Roe dropped to the ground, much to Owen's dismay. The disappointment soon dispatched as Roe wrapped his full lips around the tip of Owen's slender length, tongue lapping at the slit, hungry for it. Owen let out a pleasured sigh, one hand going to card through Roe's raven hair. Roe deep throated his length after a few moments of teasing the tip. Owen let out a loud moan, one hand fisting Roe's hair as he just noticed that it had been cut recently. Owen frowned, placing his stone hand on Roe's head.
"D-did you cut your hair?" Owen panted, bucking his hips gently, not wanting to make his mate chock. Roe hummed an affirmative to his question, bobbing his head, hands gripping Owen's slender hips. In the past two years, Roe's hair had gone from his lower back, to the backs of his knees. It was now back to his lower back. One of his slender hands then reached down carefully, and began to fondle the tight sac that was still hidden. Owen moaned, bucking his hips a little harsher. Roe's harsh sucking and fondling became harsher, more desperate. The young sentinel mother wanted to please his dominate, his mate, wanted Owen to relax and be at peace. Moments later, Owen let out a long, loud pleasured moan as he came into the waiting mouth. The blond looked down as Roe pulled back, swallowing every last drop. Owen let out another pleasured sigh, pleased that Roe swallowed every drop of his seed.
"Mmm, you taste good. Is it bad that I cut my hair?" Roe asked, panting gently, moss green eyes looking up between thick lashes, soft face flushed.
"Yes. The fey, especially high class fey like you show their magical prowess by the length of their hair. It, of course, will also depend on the species of fey as well. Personally, as a hobgoblin, I wont grow my hair past my waist, for battle purposes. My hair's considered to long even now. The Sidhe will grow their hair even after it starts to drag on the ground. But those fey are extremely powerful and old. Plus, Sidhe hair usually grows really slow, I'm guessing yours only got that long so quickly is because your half gargoyle," Owen replied, quickly deciding that he wouldn't tell Roe that the newer generations didn't always fallow that tradition. He'd just make sure it stayed at the backs of Roe's knees. The blond helped Roe up, one hand going to Roe's lower back.
"Are you asking me to keep my hair long?" Roe asked, slender hand whipping his mouth for any residue.
"Yes," Owen replied, zipping his pants up as Roe stretched his back until it popped.
"Fine, but you have to take care of it," Roe replied, smirking teasingly. Owen raised an eyebrow at the teasingly said challenge.
"All right," Owen replied, with a gently smirk, while going back to work. Roe gave the blond a startled look, but grinned happily.
"God natt Owen, don't work to hard," Roe said before kissing Owen on the cheek before scurrying out of the office and heading to a bathroom to deal with his own swollen member. Owen smiled at his paper work, feeling more relaxed then he had in days, maybe even years. He'd definitely have to do something for his little mate. Maybe a gift? What would Roe like? Seconds later, Owen jolted into an upright position, blue eyes wide. In those few seconds, the trickster had realized that he next to nothing about Roe. Owned frowned, finished the last bit of paper work, and went to find his little lover so they could talk.
The blond tried to make it quick, as dawn was in a half an hour, but he wasn't having any luck in finding Roe. Ten minutes later, the blond found his little Roe talking to Mrs. Xanatos, and was completely caught of guard by their conversation.
Translations/Explanations:
God Natt: Good night, obviously
Takk: Thank you
For the whole hobgoblin/goblins thing, it depends on which lore you're going by. It's either that they are bald, or their hair is very short because they go into battle a lot.