G'raha very quickly realized that nothing he had ever read or heard could prepare him – physically or mentally – to be mated to a man like Senri. Not the Warrior of Light – as he was thankfully spared dealing with that aspect of the situation so far. No, but simply Senri, who by the end of the second day had him utterly dazzled… and helplessly in love with his sweet, sensitive heart.
Locked way in the bubble they turned his bedroom into, almost too quickly, the black-haired Seeker had him in stitches with the snarky recall of his adventures, all the while constantly making him melt, as he seemed unwilling to let go of him for longer than a minute. And G'raha, surrounded by his heat and sweet scent, couldn't help but crave him… embarrassingly often. And be just… blown away as while feeling that, Senri was more than eager to comply, so shameless in his demands of attention… and affection.
So, yes, by the time that – without much resistance on his part – Senri, with somewhat funny insistence, created a tad messy nest out of the mix of G'raha's sheets and the blankets he brought from his bedroom, he was sooo far from complaining about any of the aspects of his mate that he experienced so far.
Though even when blushing up to his hairline, he carefully settled down into Senri's secure embrace, part of his heart… waited for the bubble to break. Because all of this seemed too good to be real…
"You… always sleep like this?" he asked with uncertainty, delicately wrapping his hand around his lover's wrist.
"Mhmm," Senri chuckled by his ears, and the sound sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. His unruly tail used the excuse of the position they were in to wrap around the Warrior's thigh, flicking lazily. When after a moment – as if in retaliation – the long, ink-black tail coiled about his hip, not sinking his fingers into the fur that looked incredibly soft, was a true challenge for his self-control. "It's one of the few things that reminds me… of the time when my life wasn't so…" his lover trailed off, and his arm tightened around G'raha's shoulders slightly.
"…difficult?" he whispered, hesitantly giving into the temptation of the black fur… and he was rewarded with deep, rumbling purrs and affectionate nuzzles against his ears. Shivering involuntarily, he gently smoothed his fingers over the ink-black appendage, closing his eyes and blushing darkly when Senri's purrs grew deeper. His big hand shifted, settling into drawing small circles over his abdomen.
"Something like that," his mate hummed, and he gasped softly at the delicate nip on his ear that followed. "Back when I was little, during cold nights, the other boys and me… we would put our blankets together and pile up for heat… That was before I changed and…" he sighed sadly, and G'raha's throat tightened painfully at the wistful note in his deep voice. "…and it all went to hells. "
"Hmm? What do you mean?" he asked, slowly turning under his lover's arm to almost greedily curl into his heat. If he was being honest, his curiosity ate at him – as he had never heard anything about his famous mate's childhood. Stories about him started when he joined the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, somewhat vaguely mentioning that before that, he used to be a gladiator in the Coliseum in Ul'dah – one of the city-states of Eorzea. And though he knew (because, yeah, he looked it up long ago, so fascinated with the hero) that the 'T,' in his name marked his origin as the member of the Condor tribe, that the books described as one of the big, but isolated ones, he always assumed that perhaps according to the customs he left it behind as many of Tia's did. Hearing about him – his physical descriptions – it used to baffle him because who would last through his challenge…? But now, knowing about his preferences… it made so much more sense…
"You may find it hard to believe, mate," his lover chuckled funnily, making him blush even darker as he used the change of their position to wrap his hand around his hip with somewhat distinctive… and very pleasing possessiveness. G'raha hid his flaming face against his taller man's collarbone, thinning his lips to quiet the embarrassing purrs that really wanted to slip his throat, a tad hesitantly wrapping his arm around his lover's side and letting his shaky hand rest between his shoulder blades. They had already had sex more times than he bothered to count… and he was honestly worried about his mate thinking him too needy, even as so far Senri seemed… happy to indulge him. Eager even… but before his reputation took a nosedive, a few lover's that he had used to complain that G'raha tended to be too greedy when it came to affection, and he didn't want to make this bubble break because of that. And he was curious – his defining traits, for certain – so even as he felt the… need for his lover spike, he carefully tried to keep his breathing even and cursed in thought his body's insistently building up arousal at the heat simply radiating off the other Seeker's muscular frame, fighting to stay focused on his deep voice when Senri continued. "But before I hit puberty, I used to be quite… small and delicate-looking."
"Truly...?" he murmured, swallowing a mouthful of saliva while his every breath filled his head with an intoxicatingly sweet scent of apples.
"Mhmm… the change when the hormones hit was quite… baffling for everyone, I guess," thankfully his mate didn't seem aware of his struggles, delicately tapping his fingers over his buttock while his black tail resumed its position, shifting to wrap around the backs of G'raha's thighs, the incredibly soft fur feeling like tongues of fire on his skin. He could do nothing about the evidence of his mounting arousal, again cursing his body's neediness and blushing even hotter as he bit his lower lip to stop a gasp when his achingly hard cock pressed against the smooth, heated skin of his lover's body. "…Raha…?" he blinked, trying to collect his scattered wits when Senri rubbed his chin between his ears.
"Y-Yeah…?" he breathed, involuntarily tightening his arm around him and… praying for self-control and that his mate doesn't… get annoyed or…
"I can literally smell your need, mate, and it's… delicious…" the black-haired Seeker purred against his ear. That hand on his hip tore a whimper from his mouth when it shamelessly slipped between his buttocks, the fingertips rimming his opening as a deep, rumbling growl by his ear was followed by a delicate nip on the sensitive shell. "…maddening…" he rasped, slowly pressing one long finger inside him and lazily working his body into painful arousal despite the fact that after bells of fucking, it was hardly… necessary, he thought as his face blazed hotter with the embarrassing choked sounds that slipped his mouth with each movement of his lover's fingers. "…why are you trying to hide it from me, Raha? I wish for nothing more than to please you, my cute mate…."
"I-I… oh, gods…" he mewled when another finger joined the first, adding a painfully arousing sensation of being stretched to the mix that threatened to rob him of his mind. His hand on Senri's back tightened into a fist until his nails bit into his palm while he tried to focus, not even aware now of the way his hips rolled slowly, matching the lazy rhythm of his mate's fingers. And feeling his lover's thick, hard dick press against his stomach wasn't helping him to get his brain to cooperate. The way his sweet scent grew thicker, muskier… so tasty… "Sen… Senri…" he whimpered helplessly, his hand – until now stuck between their bodies – shook as he shifted and hesitantly wrapped it around the black-haired Seeker's side, half-consciously trying to pull him along as he rolled to his back. He gasped with relief when his lover complied with a raspy groan, pinning him down with his weight. Still, before he really could understand what happened, Senri unceremoniously caught his arms at the wrists and pinned them down with one hand above his head while lifting above him.
"Tell me, Raha," he whispered, his pale irises blazing when he downright whined his painful arousal at the clear dominance of the position, wrapping his legs around his lover's sides and trying to pull him down again. "Tell me, my mate…" he complied without resistance, positioning his cock against him and, while holding his dazed stare, took him with a deep, rumbling groan, and G'raha couldn't help but whimper at the sensation. The feeling of the scorching heat sinking into him had him arch in his lover's grip with a choked shout, his body on fire as the intrusion sent a sizzle of lightning along his nerve endings. Yet, to his dismal, Senri didn't do what he needed – pound into him and make him come… so good… - but instead froze when seated inside him up to the hilt. The pressure and the way his muscles moved slightly against his throbbing flesh between them had the redhead mewl and tighten his thighs around him, trying to force the friction his body desperately needed.
"P-please… Senri…" he whimpered quietly when his lover growled a warning. Even as he could feel the way his cock throbbed inside him when he tightened his muscles around the flesh, the Warrior shifted slightly to wrap the fingers of his free hand around G'raha's chin, holding him completely immobile as he placed a tiny nip on his lower lip.
"Look at me, Raha," he purred teasingly, and he blinked, not even remembering when he closed his eyes. Panting harshly and dying for friction, his face still downright blazed at the intensity of the pale blue irises while his lover brushed his thumb over the corner of his mouth. "Tell me, my cute mate… am I not pleasing you enough?" the barely there insecurity that flashed in his eyes stole G'raha's breath away. "To feel that you need me… and yet you wouldn't ask for me, Raha… it hurts," his dark ears lowered against his hair, but he held his gaze with a heartbreaking uncertainty in his expression. "Tell me what am I doing wrong, and I swear I'll…."
"N-Nothing!" he gasped, curling his hands into fists in his grip as his heart stuttered nervously, and he smiled shakily, trying to collect his thoughts. How could he ever think…? "I really… ah, enjoy t-this…" he stammered, cursing his embarrassment as his face flamed hotter.
"Then… why?" his lover whispered, smoothing his thumb over his lower lip delicately. Mesmerized by the sight of the vulnerability in his eyes, G'raha fought his body's furious need, swallowing the impulse to beg him to move.
"I… don't want you to get… sick of me," he finally found the courage to admit, at the same time hiding as he closed his eyes when his lover's widened with surprise.
"Sick of you…? Raha…" Senri sighed, and he felt his hot breath against his lips when he lowered his head, but he didn't dare to look, curling into himself with embarrassment. "I could never…" the black-haired Seeker trailed off, sighed again, and his lips brushed the corner of his mouth. "Whole of my life, I've dreamed of being mated, Raha," his lover whispered, and he shivered at the pure… intensity ringing in his deep voice. "When I realized that… I'm different from the other boys… my heart broke, my cute mate. To have you now… it's bliss, Raha. You're a dream come true for me… Can you imagine? And not only that… but you're so cute… so sensitive and perfect… so smart and funny… I'm baffled that you would agree to be mine, Raha," his eyes shot wide open at that, instantly drowning in the depths of dark ice of his lover's eyes. "I am a beast, my perfect mate… I have so much blood on my hands… Some days I can't stand to look in the mirror… So much, sometimes I feel like I'm going to drown in it… But to have you, someone so sweet and affectionate… I want… no, I need to deserve you… I want to be… more than the Weapon of Light, Raha. I… want to be someone whom you can… l-love," he stammered slightly, and G'raha's heartbeat thundered between his ears as his sight grew blurry, but when he opened his mouth, wishing to assure him that he was already helplessly in love with him… Senri stole his breath and words with a deep, delicious kiss, shifting on top of him to pull back out of him mere ilm and tear a choked groan from his throat as he pressed back in, painfully slowly.
Still holding his arms above his head and eagerly swallowing his whimpers, his lover set a slow, smooth rhythm, sooo quickly making him forget anything but the mind-blowing pleasure of his claim. Intentionally, he pressed down on his painfully aroused flesh and, at the same time, made sure to have his cock brush against the spot inside him that sent jolts of nearly painful pleasure across his senses. Soon G'raha could do nothing but feel, unconsciously feeding his mate his mewls of pure indulgence, losing himself in the rhythm of the scorching heat spearing his insides and the pressure over his throbbing flesh. He came with a deep groan of satisfaction, drowning in his high and too lost to realize what happened before his mate pulled back with a quiet growl, pushing his legs off him to almost brutally roll him over to his stomach.
Gasping into the blanket as his muscles still trembled in the aftershocks, he mewled embarrassingly when his mate hooked his big hands around his hips and pulled him back to his knees, again impaling him of the scalding heat of his dick. But when he shakily tried to climb to his arms, Senri freed one hand and wrapped it around his neck, pinning him down against the soft surface under them. Too quickly growing even more painfully aroused by the position, he almost lost it when Senri laughed softly and, using his free hand, delicately swatted his ass, sending a downright violent shudder up his spine.
"My naughty Raha," he cooed shamelessly, and G'raha bit his lower lip to keep himself from beginning his lover to fuck him senseless… He fisted his hands in the material around him, shuddering with anticipation… and a sudden grip around the base of his tail followed by a delicate tug tore a short, breathless whine from his throat as his back tried to shoot straight with the movement…. Still, Senri's hand around his neck kept him down, and the pure dominance of this… The claim and the mind-shattering sensation of belonging… Being owned by his Warrior… He spilled with a gasp, then whimpered with embarrassment, feeling his face heat up unbearably. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, my cute mate," his lover purred, then took his shaky breath away as, still holding him completely immobile, he rolled his hips – pulling out almost completely until only the head of his dick breached him – and as he fought to catch his breath and gather his scattered thoughts, he couldn't as Senri slammed back in, tearing a surprised shout out of his throat with the pure aggression of that thrust. He literally saw stars bloom under his eyelids as his mate's cock hit the spot inside him with so much power that he lost it instantly, whining for more in choked, tiny gasps. "Nothing I wouldn't do to please you, mate," his Warrior rasped in that maddening raspy note, and he choked on another shout when he repeated the brutal thrust, soon pounding into him harder, faster and sending his senses to reel in overstimulation as he came again before he realized what happened. "To brrring you pleasurrre, Rrraha…" he barely heard over the blood rushing in his ears, but even slight pinpricks of pain where for some reason, his lover's nails seemed to bite into his skin slightly weren't enough to tear his dazed mind from the mad rhythm of his mate's cock taking him, slamming into him time after time and soon sending him to tumble over the edge again with a choked scream, pleasure so intense it edged into pain. "…I'll do betterrr…."
What could be possibly better than…?
The dazed thought cut off when Senri released his tail and neck, pulled him up brutally, and, coiling his arms around him possessively, bit him with a near-deafening snarl. He arched with a wail as his orgasm extended… then nothing but darkness as his overloaded senses fizzled out.
When he came around, he wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was flat on his stomach with his lover nuzzling against his neck affectionately, purring loudly with satisfaction as slight – gentle now – rolls of his body against his ass pumped him full of damp heat. His body trembling in the outcome as he fought to catch his breath, Raha shakily pushed his hand behind his head, sinking his fingers into the sweat-dampened black strands and choking on as loud purrs each time his mate's flesh twitched inside him. His brain a complete mush and ears ringing with his lover's sounds, he barely registered when Senri rolled them to the side, possessive in the way he coiled his arms around his chest and his tail around his hip.
Caged in his heat and surrounded by their mixed scents, G'raha went utterly limp in his grip, blinking slowly and trying to force his mind to cooperate, which it was stubbornly refusing to do.
"You'll see…" his mate purred, nuzzling against his ears as his arms and tail tightened around him.
He did want to ask what did he mean… but as his eyelids grew impossibly heavy and his jaw was stretched with an almost too-wide yawn, exhaustion dragging him under almost too quickly, Senri chuckled against his ears, then pulled one of the blankets around them, swiftly returning to coiling around him tight like a vice and nuzzling against his ears with downright happy purrs that sent G'raha's heart racing.
"Sleep, my Raha," his mate purred, rubbing his chin between his ears. And as much as he wished to stay awake and learn more about his Senri… he couldn't help but pass out with an absurdly lovesick grin on his face.
Sneaking away from his adorably snore-purring mate was a feat of self-control, but with thought only to his comfort – and his work to win his favor – T'senri tossed him a last, longing glance before he silently closed the door of his lover's bedroom and padded down the corridor of the compound. Barefoot and wearing only his pants, he couldn't help but whistle under his nose as he headed toward the kitchen Krile showed him the first day, in thought considering what to grab that would please his lover when he will wake up.
A quick rummage through the cupboards in the empty room proved a waste, and while he stood there, rubbing his chin with consideration and wondering… what now? He almost jumped out of his skin, and his tail downright shot in the air at the sudden snicker behind him.
"Twelve, Senri… tell that… mate of yours to go easier on you," his best friend grinned at him when he spun around with a gasp, then pressed his hand over his heart with a theatrical gesture, sending her a sheepish grin.
"Excuse me…?" he raised his eyebrows at Alisaie, and she pushed away from the doorframe she was leaning against, apparently watching him.
"Your back, silly," she colored visibly but snickered again when he frowned with confusion. "It's covered with scratches and… bite marks?" she grinned, resting her hands on her hips when he gasped and felt his face blazing like an inferno. Cursing under his nose and glaring at his feet, he class-shifted swiftly, using it to cover himself with one of his glamours, and his blush only grew hotter when she giggled at his expanse.
He loved her, but sometimes… Alisaie could be downright mean!
"So… when I get to meet that wonder of yours?" she drawled with amusement. He tossed her a deadpan stare, covering his embarrassment by turning back to the cupboards and fixing his cap backward absentmindedly as he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the many things filling them… but none of it seemed worthy of his lover. Not to mention… he had no idea what Raha liked the most. And he sucked at cooking, too…
"He's asleep now," he muttered, rubbing his chin with consideration. "I wanted to surprise him with a nice breakfast… but there's nothing here!" he sighed with resignation and turned his gaze toward Alisaie when she moved to his side, still grinning as she looked up into the open cupboards. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants, he bounced on his heels, waving his tail with agitation when she looked back at him, and her grin only grew wider.
"Sorry, buddy… I can't cook either," she shrugged, reading a plea in his expression, and he sighed with an exaggerated resignation.
"Fuck… And I don't know what he would like, either…" he dropped to his heels and scowled, turning his eyes toward the exit of the room, then looking at Alisaie again. "Ideas…?"
"You know… there's this restaurant at the harbor, the Last Stand, and they offer amazing food," she said slowly, raising her eyebrows when his tail waved madly with enthusiasm. That sounded like something… "I can hardly imagine anyone not liking a burger… even if it's hardly a thing for breakfast," she shrugged slightly when he frowned, tilting his head curiously. "It's very tasty," she assured, pointing her finger toward his chest and then toward the door. "But since you don't know it, I can go with you and make sure you grab the right thing, yes?" she wiggled her white eyebrows playfully and pouted. "And for that, you'll introduce me to your… man, okay?"
He considered it, biting his lower lip, but the idea of getting something 'tasty' for his match… overweight his apprehension about leaving the compound and risking his lover waking up in the meantime and… needing him.
"But… we have to be quick," he cautioned and headed toward the door.
"Don't worry, it's not far," she snickered, wrapping her hands around his arm as they headed down the corridor toward the lobby and the exit. She was one of the few people he didn't mind touching him – knowing that her intentions were never… off with that. And she knew of his issues with that – and with Y'shtola – whenever in public, one of them would hang onto him, scaring off anyone who would think to try to get too close into his space. Y'shtola was always a tad more subtle about that, but few could stand the 'chill' of her aether-clouded eyes or the frost of her smirk if some female thought to use his distraction to accost him. Alisaie, on the other hand, wasn't above simply slapping away offending hands as they moved toward him. And he was too thankful for that to both to comment that – mostly only sending them a subtle grateful look.
His role demanded that he had to be polite and couldn't snap or – what he was most pressed to do in such circumstances – growl at anyone who got too… enamored with his appearance. And considering his issues with the Esteem… well, his friends 'protection' actually had been more to spare any of the civilians that had no idea what poking it could lead to. According to Ares, it was gone… or at least its 'self,' as the immortal called it, but that didn't change the fact that he still despised the idea of strangers trying to put their hands on him.
He only wanted Raha… and hoped that when he gets more… confident in his feelings, his mate wouldn't mind making their relationship official and kind of… take over his friends 'scheme.' Yesterday, when he kissed him in the middle of the market… he didn't get upset about that – and that gave him hope that he would not… make him reluctant to the public displays of affection.
"How are you holding up?" Alisaie asked, tugging slightly on his arm to gain his attention when they left the compound, and she led him toward the stairs leading to the harbor.
"I'm… great," he assured her with a dreamy grin, still coloring darkly when she giggled and rested her head against his shoulder. With many students and others who looked older – likely professors or traders – passing them, he pretended not to notice their stunned expressions when they saw him. He should be used to that – at some level, he was – but the sight of the hunger in some of the eyes that trailed over his face, he figured, would never stop bothering him. Even those who didn't seem to realize who he was, moved on only after a quick look toward his companion and Alisaie's murderous glare. In Eorzea, it was better now – as most knew and respected him – but here… he couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat, and the sensation too easily brought back the memories of his life in the camp before he escaped like a thief.
Despite his best efforts and the way he really didn't want to embarrass his mother more than he already did involuntarily – even if she never said that – he didn't even last a year after the hormones did the number on his body. He knew that she adored him – so uncommonly for the customs ruling their tribe. He was so thankful for that… that she would spoil him with affection while none of the other boys was even sure which of the females was their mother. She did – despite the scorn of their peers it brought on her – and he quickly learned to keep a cheerful smile on his face not to upset her. She even granted him the blankets that even now made up his nest back home in Rising Stones – something none of the others could have said for themselves. His mother, T'rhasa, was the only one that never asked him to challenge his sire when the time came – and for that… he would never stop being grateful.
And someday – when he feels that he did enough to make up for the way he left – he would go back and hope she could forgive him. And now, perhaps introduce her to his mate, his beautiful, cute Raha – and…
"Senri…? Are you with me?" Alisaie nudged his side, and he blinked, smiling sheepishly when she pulled him to a stop. "We're here," she pointed to the building in front of the massive statue decorating the harbor. He saw the terrace filled with mostly adolescent students that downright gawked toward him, and not scowling was a feat… instead, he tried to relax, letting his friend lead him toward the counter deeper in, and only half-listening while she ordered what they came there for. When the man behind the counter disappeared in the back, he leaned against one of the tall chairs, keeping his expression in the too-familiar mask and looking at his friend when Alisaie turned and looked around with a scowl, sending her glare toward anyone who seemed ready to try to approach them. Finally, she turned toward him and grinned, pointedly resting her hand over his thigh. "So, tell me a bit about your wonder," she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, and he relaxed, focusing his eyes on her face.
"He's unbearably cute," he assured with a quiet laugh, and she snorted, leaning toward him on that arm.
"Figures," she said and shook her head slightly. "You were always a sucker for adorable things, Sen. What else..?"
"He's kind and brave, too," he fought not to pout at her statement. Okay, so he did have a bit of a weakness… but yeah, Raha was beyond adorable! "And tends to blush easily," he grinned involuntarily, thinking about it. "And he's sweet, affectionate, and…." He trailed off, and his ears twitched slightly when he heard his lover's name somewhere behind him.
"…G'raha, yeah, that jinx," a female voice was saying some distance from them. "I also couldn't believe that, but my friends were really swearing that they saw him being literally carried off from the market by the Warrior."
"Are you serious…?" another female voice replied, and he felt a burn of the stare on his neck, a sensation that sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine. Not even twitching and sending Alisaie a warning look, he subtly raised his ears, utterly focused on the exchange. "That's disappointing. He's gorgeous…."
"Eh, what can you do?" the first voice chimed in, sounding somewhat amused. "At most, can hope that he gets bored of him quickly, right?"
Not likely, bitch…
T'senri smirked at the thought, relaxing as his best friend frowned, but their order arrived, and she turned toward the counter, with a smile picking up the neatly packed meal. He smiled at the man, then reached to take the bags from Alisaie's hands… and froze at what hit his ears next.
"G'raha's not even that good in bed," the second voice snickered, and he clenched his teeth, dropping his arms and slowly turning as his eyes narrowed toward the speaker. It was a blonde Miqo'te, sitting by one of the tables, now leaning toward her friend, a Hyur woman of dark hair that visibly flinched, seeing he was looking toward them. The blonde didn't notice, continuing with a downright mean lilt to her quiet voice. "Waaay too eager and clingy, believe me. And that was before he… you know," she sniggered, straightening in her seat, with her back toward him.
"Diva…" her friend paled impossibly, staring with wide-open eyes when he left stunned Alisaie with the bags and walked across the terrace silently, his eyes narrowed at the back of the… Keeper's?... neck as the pure frost thickened his blood, putting a vicious edge to his customary grin. Those who noticed froze like a bunch of animals, sensing the danger the woman was clearly unaware of, waving her hand at her companion with a giggle.
"Seriously, don't look so shocked! That was a long time ago," she said when he stopped behind her chair. Her friend didn't dare to move, looking up at him with terror written all over her face – pale like a ghost – and he knew his mask slipped, revealing the truth that few lived to tell the tale about. The beast that his sweet mate accepted so easily… It didn't matter how long ago it was… this bitch touched what was his and now dared...?
Careful, Senri, Ares hummed in the back of his head, but he barely heard him over the rage singing in his blood deafeningly.
"Senri!" tore through the ice as his hand reached toward the bitch's neck, fully intent on snapping it. It hesitated when his gaze automatically drifted toward the source of the sound, and he blinked slowly, seeing his lover standing at the edge of the terrace, panting harshly as if he'd run… The woman gasped and turned in her seat, looking up with a stunned expression, and he looked at her again, barely able to keep back his fangs and claws as he growled furiously, and his hand curled around her throat, tightening as the song in his blood grew into deafening crescendo… "Senri, come here," his lover purred, and he blinked slowly, numbly, his gaze drifting back to the pretty red-cyan eyes… His Raha, so beautiful… Reaching out his arms toward him and so absolutely fearless… "I n-need you," his mate said, and the instinct to please him had him let go of the female and head toward him obediently, involuntarily waving his tail with enthusiasm when his lover instantly pulled him down, wrapping his arms around his neck and running his fingers through his hair soothingly. Coiling his arms around him possessively, he buried his nose against his throat, delighted by his spicy scent. "It's okay now, Senri, calm down," his mate purred, rubbing his ear delicately.
"Whoa," said someone on the side, but he didn't bother looking, purring loudly in bliss at his lover's gentle ministrations. "You do have balls of steel, G'raha… I wouldn't dare to try to stop him when he goes… cold," accompanied by a sheepish chuckle.
"…cold?" opposite to him, Raha shifted to look toward the source of the voice and twitched slightly when he growled a warning at his distraction, tightening his arms around him. "Shhh, it's okay, Senri, calm down," he whispered, then cleared his throat slightly. "Ah… you're Alisaie Levellieur, yes? One of his friends?"
"His best friend," she snickered, then sighed softly and added much quieter. "Thanks, by the way. Usually, when he snaps… well, I don't enjoy being in the vicinity after he's done with whatever pissed him off. Mostly because he's feeling so… guilty about that if you know what I mean."
"I've heard," his lover replied softly, tightening his arms around him securely. He nuzzled against his throat, purring louder when his mate went back to petting his ear so… delicately. "Better, Senri?"
He did feel better… as Raha's heat seemed to swiftly melt the ice his blood turned into, he soon sagged in his arms with an embarrassed whimper, realizing what he almost did.
Not that the bitch wouldn't deserve that – but they had something to achieve in this city, and getting arrested for murder would hardly help!
"Y-Yeah," he stammered in a whisper, curling in shame around him. "Sorry…"
"It's okay," his mate replied as quietly, then chuckled sheepishly. "Not that I would really mind, but… I guess it would not be that smart to do in the middle of the day and with so many witnesses, right?"
"Huh?" he hummed with surprise, lifting his head to look at Raha's expression.
"Ah, nevermind," something… sharper flashed in the mismatched irises and disappeared quickly when he leaned away from him and blushed beautifully, looking toward something on the side and quickly pulling his arms back. T'senri blinked slowly, straightening, then followed his gaze and sent a deadpan stare toward Alisaie's downright evil grin. Standing but two steps from them with her arms around the bags, she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, then motioned toward the silent, gawking crowd at the terrace and behind them, gathering at the harbor.
"Get used to it," she snickered and walked past them, heading toward the stairs leading back to the Annex. The spectators parted before her, and she turned, walking backward with a huge, ridiculous grin on her face. "You're coming, boys? Breakfast is getting cold," she said, and he rolled his eyes, then sighed with resignation and pushed his mate to follow her, carefully wrapping his arm around Raha's shoulders… and grinned when his mate didn't protest but blushed darker, looking at him with some uncertainty, but then nodded, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, wrapping his arm around T'senri's waist and raising his chin pointedly while the Warrior led him behind his best friend. By the stairs and leaving the crowd behind them, Alisaie spun around, but not before tossing him a wink. "He is cute and has a spine… You do know how to pick them, Sen."
"I know. My Raha's perfect," he gushed shamelessly, grinning even wider when his mate blushed again but sent him a sweet, shy smile… and, oh, Azeyma, but he was melting again… "Don't look at me like that," he whispered against his ear, then nipped on the sensitive shell, letting his tail wrap around his hip. "Or your breakfast is going to be cold," he added meaningfully when Raha gasped quietly and dropped his gaze instantly, his face completely, adorably red.
That was his favorite shade, for certain…
"Perhaps… I wouldn't mind that," he replied, tossing him a… slightly sly grin, and as if to completely shred his self-control, funnily fluttered his dark-red lashes. "I… didn't like waking up alone," he pursed his lips into a pout… and T'senri snapped, unceremoniously picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder, then ran up the stairs, skipping steps.
"Hey!" he heard Alisaie call after them with a laugh.
"Gods, I was j-joking!" his mate protested, laughing helplessly as he sagged against his shoulder.
"Warned you, my cute mate, testing my self-control is unwise," he sing-a-songed, tapping his hand against his delectable behind, then pushing the door of the Annex open and nodding toward the Lalafell behind the desk in the lobby, before heading toward the door leading toward the 'nap rooms.'
"What, in the heavens…?" the man gasped, but he ignored him, opening the door.
"Oh, hey, Ojika…" his lover said, but whatever the Lalafell wanted to say, the slam of the door cut him off, and T'senri marched with determination down the corridor, heading toward his mate's… their bedroom. "I didn't notice him on the way out. He's going to tease the seven hells out of me later," Raha said with resignation.
"Does it matter…?" he asked, suddenly uncertain as he pushed the door open, then carefully set his lover on the ground in front of him, involuntarily still admiring the pretty shade of his flushed, handsome face. His mismatched eyes widened slightly, then Raha's hands shot up and wrapped around his face, pulling him down until their foreheads met.
"N-not like that," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb s over his cheeks. "I'm not ashamed to be with you, Senri. If anything, I'm… proud, never doubt that. But it is… embarrassing if you carry me around like a toy," he snickered softly and took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "…and really hot, too," he whispered, smoothing his hands to the back of his head and into this hair.
"…is it?" he purred, blindly slamming the door closed, and then wrapped his hands around his lover's waist, slowly backing him toward the nest.
"Mhmm…" he replied with a deep, rumbling purr, and T'senri growled a warning, pushing his hands toward his mate's ass, then with a quick look, he changed his mind, grinning gleefully as he spun his Raha around and with a slight push, unceremoniously pinned him against the surface of the table in the middle of the room. An instant spike of arousal in his spicy scent was a reward in itself, but as he leaned against his back, pressing a tender kiss on his neck at the same time pushing his hand around his hip to wrap it around his cock over the material of his pants… oh, but the mind-blowing mewl in his musical voice sent almost a violent shudder down his spine.
He was learning, very quickly, by careful observations of the subtle changes in his mate's scent and his reactions, that his Raha quite enjoyed if he got rough with him – the more, the higher his arousal seemed to spike, rewarding him with lovely litanies of whimpers and mewls of his name, that in his voice… Gods, but he couldn't get enough! And when he managed to rile up his lover enough to get him to snap and get as rough with him… Well, he more than enjoyed that, too!
"You're such a tease, Raha," he purred, rhythmically tightening his hand around his cock and, at the same time, slowly rutting his more than interested dick against his ass, then sighed dreamily and nuzzled into his neck affectionately when his lover snickered breathlessly, pushing back against him.
"You're… ah, fun to teas…" he choked on a gasp when he bit him, instinctively going plaint between him and the hard surface. Purring his approval, T'senri used it to tug his pants down impatiently, then his own, and caught his wrists, pinning them down over his head as he pulled back from his bite. Crossing then, he held them down with one hand, freeing the other to push two fingers inside him, working his body into readiness for his claim and almost losing it when his lover almost meowed his name, soon chanting it into maddening music.
"Naughty, naughty Raha," he sing-a-songed playfully when he pulled his hand back and swatted his behind, grinning at the visible shudder that shook his body. "Like this… I'll have to punish you, love," he purred, curling that hand around his hip and holding him completely still as he, with premeditation, let the head of his dick rest against his opening, needing to push in, but with effort keeping still.
"B-Bring it on," his mate laughed breathlessly, and suddenly staying still wasn't that hard, as that… fearless defiance had his heart melt, and he couldn't help but whimper as he pressed tight against his back, hiding his fiery blush against his neck and closing his eyes as they filled with tears.
"Sen… Senri…?" Raha whispered with confusion, and he felt his fingers carefully thread through his hair, settling to massage the back of his lowered ear.
"You are… not s-scared of… me," he barely managed through the too-tight throat and cursed internally as that scorching heat spilled over his face.
"Of course, I'm not," that confusion was still evident in his low voice. "Senri, tell me, what's wrong?"
"You never were…" he whispered, then cleared his throat self-consciously, hearing how hoarse his voice sounded. And though he planned – promised himself – to go slow, not to scare him off… he broke. "Raha… I love you," he said barely audibly, nearly shaking in terror when his lover's hand in his hair stilled, and Raha gasped quietly. "You don't have to… ah, say it back," he blurted out, pushing back and off him, bracing his arms against the edge of the table and hanging his head, closing his eyes instantly when his mate turned around. "I'll show you I can be… good enough for you, someday and…" he was babbling at this point, completely paralyzed by fear.
Raha was fearless… he was not. The thought of his rejection had him trembling like a kit, cursing his big mouth instantly.
"Senri…" his delicate touch brushed his cheek, then his hand moved to the back of his head, tightening into a fist and pulling him down, and though he still didn't dare open his eyes, he complied until he felt his breath fan his lips. "…don't be silly. I was in love with you since the moment you so… fearlessly found me in that park," at that, his eyes shot wide open, instantly drowning in the mix of amusement and adoration in those pretty, mismatched irises. "I was in love with the idea of the Warrior even longer… but that night, when you let me see Senri… let me see you… your heart so clear in your beautiful eyes… How could I not love you, my beast?" he purred teasingly, wrapping his arms around his neck and placing a tiny, sharp bite on his lower lip. Then he snickered at his stupidly stunned expression. "You really think it was an accident that I found you in the shower the next day, hm?" he deadpanned, and T'senri flinched, blinking rapidly, then frowned and narrowed his eyes at him, biting back a lovesick grin that wanted to split his face in half.
"You truly are an unbearable tease," he growled softly, forcing him to sit back on the edge of the table and grinned when he hissed at the chill of it. He freed himself from his arms, then sighed with exaggerated resignation, and shamelessly fell to his knees, tugging his pants completely off, then settling between his legs. He snickered when his mate gasped as he pulled his thighs to rest over his shoulders. The fiery blush and slightly owlish look in his eyes were just too lovely, but he smirked and, curling his hands around his ass, stood up without warning, laughing when his lover squeaked with surprise, desperately fisting his hands in his hair for purchase. "Now… let's see about that punishment, Raha…" he purred near-deafeningly, then set to administer that, swallowing his cock down without effort and shivering involuntarily when his mate whimpered, gasping desperately and tightening his legs around his neck, but utterly unable to gain the friction he needed, as T'senri held him tight against his mouth. After a moment, he pulled back with a loud pop, and looked up at his lover's flushed face and desperate eyes. "Oh, and do remember, thanks to the Kojin's blessing… I don't really need to breathe," he said with a devilish grin and wiggled his eyebrows playfully when Raha's shocked eyes widened impossibly. "So, do hold on, love, 'cause it might get rough," he snickered, then went back to teaching his lover proper manners… and more than enjoying it!
By the time he was done with him, he was more than sure that at least half of the compound – if not all of it – and anyone outside their window would have no illusion of to whom his beautiful lover belonged now: as Raha sang his name so loud and shameless, he could only purr his praises as he finally lowered him into their nest, placing a sweet, fond kiss on his heated, damp cheek before he jumped to his feet with a blinding grin, fixed his clothes and headed toward the door.
"Now… going to feed you, my heart," he snickered.
"S-Senri…" his mate's hoarse voice had him stop and look back, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "…you are a menace," Raha rasped, staring after him with something almost like awe in his mismatched eyes.
"Get used to it," he grinned toothily and waved his tail with enthusiasm, then blew him a kiss and headed out, whistling.