T'senri really believed that letting G'raha anywhere near his nest was a bad idea – but the concept in itself was too tempting to resist.
After his experiences back at the tribe's camp – females trying to climb into his bedroll or onto him while he was defenseless and vulnerable – he guarded the places of his rest with unyielding determination. His nest – as he couldn't help but think – even if temporary like this one – was his sanctuary, where no foreign scents had any place to be. Back at Rising Stones, he had his own bedroom – his only permanent nest – but he drove Tataru insane with his insistence to refuse to use the bed – no matter what comforts she tried to supply the Scions' Champion with – instead pile up leathers and blankets in the corner of the room and sleep on that. She – and no one else, really – couldn't understand that it made him feel… safe. Reminded him of home – before his inability to perform the way they wanted, robbed him of it.
It reminded him of his mother – T'rhasa – who so carefully, lovingly sown most of the blankets he now never parted with. They were the only thing he took from the camp – the only thing he truly saw as his – and even thought of letting the scent of others… soil them had something primal and possessive in the back of his mind rage.
His mother was the only one he said goodbye to before leaving the camp – he couldn't otherwise, despite how much it hurt – and she understood. She always did – the only one who never asked him to face his sire – and who only ever had delicate, affectionate touches for him – no matter how much he felt like he failed her with his… escape. With his inability to fulfill the role he was bred and raised to become – as any other male kit he spent the first part of his life with.
Before his life turned into a hell of endless strife by Ascians schemes, his only goal was to make something of himself – become a man T'rhasa would be proud of… so he could one day go back and face her without shame. So his deeds will somehow… make up for the fact he failed so thoughtfully in what he was born to do.
Now – hailed a Champion and a hero across the lands of Eorzea – he felt he was almost ready… once he makes Nero pay. And Lahabrea. Their deeds robbed him of something vital – a part of his soul died the day he had to bury his friends – and his insanely possessive nature couldn't stand for that.
The easy-going mask he showed to the world was just that – a mask – while under it T'senri Tia was a creature of instincts. His mind rarely stacked a claim on something… but once it did – all of his being craved to take possession of it – with nearly scary, fierce determination. Keep it his and keep it safe.
Like his nest. And maybe now… certain red-headed historian who smelled like a delicious mix of spices – so tasty in fact he couldn't mind the way it quickly permeated the inside of his tent. Who tasted like none of the seven heavens ever could – a sinful pleasure his mouth was quickly getting addicted to – and made the most… intriguing noises. Who let him coil his arms around him possessively and didn't comment on his embarrassing blushes and purrs. Who touched his ear now and ran his fingers through his hair with such unbearable tenderness… T'senri couldn't help but only blush harder and melt into the caress.
It's been years since he willingly let anyone touch him – and not only because of being averse to the scents, not really – mostly because of his… shame and terror that somehow people around him would figure out his... unnatural preferences. Even Thancred – especially him – he avoided touching like a… plague. Anyone, really… since the last time he held his delicate, loving mother in his arms as he said his goodbyes.
But how G'raha Tia felt in his arms – in his lap and on top of his nest, no less – was more than worth it, in his opinion. More… He was dying to feel more – more of his addictive flavor and insane heat of his body – but he was too… terrified of scaring him off. So no matter how his hands itched to explore the tantalizing curves of the historian's muscles – no matter his… curiosity and thirst for more of those ridiculously arousing tiny mewls he fed him – he fought to stay still, only allowing himself to indulge in the delicate touches and drowning in surrounding him cloud of the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and almonds. He didn't know how much he was willing to… offer, not to mention he had simply no idea… what to do.
Even if he wanted he couldn't help his too loud, embarrassing purrs, hiding his fiery blush against the too tempting lines of the tattoo on G'raha's throat and he really, really didn't want to freak him out… but as the seconds of his delicate caresses turned into minutes – he was simply feeling the leash of his self-control brittle away.
The delicate fingers of the historian left the impression of the tongues of fire in their wake – his quiet, soothing purrs made his heart stutter and his muscles turn lax – but at the same time… certain part of his anatomy was more than interested. As pointless as it was… soon his erection was throbbing painfully and his muscles slowly grew taut again as a mix of embarrassment and arousal had him nearly… shudder – unsure what to do. Should he ask the historian to… leave so he can take care of the effect he had on him? He really didn't want to part with his scent and heat… but it was increasingly… painful and he was even more… worried that G'raha would hate him if he realized just… how much he really, really wanted to turn around, pin him down into his nest and rut against his hard, hot body until that insane pressure at the base of his spine… let's go.
"What's wrong, T'senri?" his historian whispered against his shoulder, his touch growing even more delicate – sending now near-violent shudders down his spine and making his cock throb in the rhythm of his heartbeat – and the Warrior couldn't help the low, pained moan that tore from his throat. He was… in pain, and he could barely catch his breath, almost choking on his purrs… but still couldn't stand the thought of parting with historian's scent and heat – so worth his… suffering.
"No-nothing," he stammered nervously, involuntarily tightening his arms around his incredible heat. G'raha was smaller than him – height-wise – but very muscular, probably because of his archery practice. While they spent time in the historian's tent, T'senri many times found himself mesmerized by the subtle play of muscles under his tanned skin – especially on his arms. And he never dared to mention or ask about the tattoo on the historian's shoulder – his peoples' mark – but if he allowed his thoughts… drift to that, it seemed almost as if G'raha marked himself as… his. He knew it wasn't true… but the idea was tantalizing.
He was shaken out of his… reverie brutally when his historian shifted slightly – probably accidentally brushing against the part of T'senri's anatomy that ached for him – tearing a deep, helpless groan from the Warrior's throat. He stilled utterly when G'raha chuckled a bit… breathlessly, then did it again.
Okay… that couldn't be accidental now…
The historian's hands left his head and smoothed down his spine to rest against his lower back, then he shifted again… and T'senri whimpered desperately at the friction on his painful flesh, hiding his flaming face against G'raha's shoulder and struggling to catch his breath as the other man's scent swelled with tantalizing tang… filling his head and lungs in a way that had him simply… pant, and his embarrassing purrs grow louder and more… insistent. Like he was instinctively begging for… something.
"G-gods…" G'raha gasped, and his normally low, soothing voice sounded… breathy and hoarse with a slight undertone of a growl that sent another shudder along T'senri's spine. "Sounds you make, T'senri…" he swallowed audibly, then the Warrior felt his hands fist in the material of his black shirt as G'raha nuzzled against his throat affectionately while shifting again… and if T'senri wasn't sure he had to be wrong – he could swear that his historian seemed genuinely… as aroused as him. But that… couldn't be? It was only him who was… wrong, right? And… "I have to a-admit, my Warrior… I was never with another male that way… but I definitely see the appeal now," he chuckled as if…
"Huh?" he gaped at the inside of his tent over the historian's shoulder, blinking slowly – then gasped when G'raha shifted… no, now rutted against him, groaning quietly against his shoulder when his definitely interested rock-hard flesh pressed against the Warrior's. He choked down a breathy whimper, coiling his arms around the other man even harder.
"T'senri, where I come from," the historian murmured against his skin. "The same-sex relationships aren't that… rare as it seems to be here. I can imagine that with your… upbringing it may be hard to believe, but I don't think there's anything wrong with preferring male… company."
T'senri blinked hard at that, then frowned as he leaned away despite his… flaming face to look shyly into the handsome, definitely as flushed face of his historian – and his heart… stuttered helplessly at the sight of his delicate, comforting smile.
"So you… d-don't mind?" he stammered nervously, feeling his throat almost close off when G'raha's mismatched eyes lit up with an emotion he had no idea how to read, then the older Seeker cleared his throat slightly and lifted his hands to wrap them around T'senri's jaw delicately.
"…mind?" his historian chuckled again – a bit sheepishly – then pulled him closer until their breaths mixed and Warrior drowned in the depths of unique irises. "T'senri… I wanted you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you… For days, I couldn't focus on my search… because your lips are so… distractingly pretty. If I knew you w-wanted me, I would…"
Whatever more he wanted to say, T'senri would never know as his self-control simply… snapped. The thought that his historian wanted him the same way he wanted him… was simply too much.
Using his new knowledge, he took G'raha's too-pretty lips with a possessive snarl then almost expired when his historian whimpered under his mouth – the tiny noise so unbearably tasty as it shot down his throat. Only spurring him on as older Seeker's muscular arms coiled around his neck, pulling him closer, harder against him – their mouths soon almost fighting for dominance in a way that had T'senri's instincts roar to furious life.
Finally giving into temptation, he twisted around and pinned the historian down into his nest – hoping his intoxicating scent covers his priceless blankets, and mix with his – and almost expired when G'raha shifted under him, clawing at his shoulders as he braced his legs around his hips. Experimentally, T'senri rutted his painfully aroused flesh against the insane heat of the other male – dying when G'raha mewled breathlessly under his mouth and pushed his hips back against him.
That was all he needed as permission to lose his mind, devouring his historian's delicious mouth and choked noises as he soon rutted against him harder, faster – drowning in the overflow of sensations and G'raha's intoxicating scent.
When the older Seeker suddenly went rigid under him with a small, broken groan – shuddering violently as his hands fisted in T'senri's shirt – he pulled back, panting harshly as he watched the blissed-out expression on the flushed, handsome face. Mismatched eyes dazed and half-lidded in bliss… plush, bruised lips parted around soft, sweet whines that had the Warrior almost spill instantly.
He couldn't help himself but bury his face against G'raha's shoulder with a choked snarl and bit him right above the collar of his vest, losing his mind and rutting against him furiously when the historian mewled submissively, arching and undulating under him until the pressure at the base of T'senri's spine snapped, sending his overloaded senses pummeling into the most intense orgasm of his life. The Warrior shook, gasping for air desperately as wave after wave of insane heat spilled across his body, his cock throbbing and twitching as he came into the confinement of his pants – and he couldn't even be embarrassed about that while his mind simply… spun.
He sagged bonelessly atop his historian – his ears ringing with his satisfied, deep purrs – and fought to catch his breath. He couldn't help but answer in kind, his near-deafening, sated purrs almost choking him when he nuzzled against G'raha's throat… gratefully.
"That was definitely… interesting," the older Seeker chuckled breathlessly and T'senri caught himself with a furious blush, carefully moving most of his weight to elbows braced around the man. Pleasurable haze melting slowly, suddenly he felt too… self-conscious to look up, almost holding his breath nervously as he kept his too-hot face hidden against the historian's throat. To nearly melt into a happy goo when G'raha brushed his lips against his throat, then sighed softly and buried one hand in Warrior's hair, delicately scratching at the back of his ear. "I… I l-liked that… very m-much, T'senri."
Relief flooded his heart, making it thump in his chest unevenly and swell with painful, sweet emotion, he relaxed with a tiny, choked whimper – careful of his weight, but letting himself drown into G'raha's heat and scent.
"S-Senri," he whispered shakily, shyly nuzzling against his historian's jaw as his face heated almost unbearably. G'raha's fingers stilled utterly in his hair and his breath stuttered slightly even as a deep – happy – purr rumbled in the back of his throat, setting the Warrior to almost… tremble in elation.
"Senri," G'raha pretty much… purred, going back to petting his ear delicately, so… tenderly. "Thank you, Senri…" he cleared his throat, then pressed his lips against the Warrior's throat. "But only if you call me 'Raha,' too," he breathed… his low voice shaky and shy.
So… cute!
He curled into the older Seeker with a blissed-out, certainly deafening purrs – judging by the way they were almost choking him again – and let his mouth stretch into a very real, surely goofy grin.
"For you… any-anything, my Raha," he breathed, closing his eyes.
A quiet, amused chuckle of the other man only served to make his purrs louder and happier – even if his beautiful historian didn't realize yet the depths of the meaning behind those words.
Raha was his now – anyway the older Seeker will let him have him – and hidden from the mismatched gaze, his icy-blue irises flared with the fierce determination he was famous for. Because no matter what… now he wanted all of him – especially his heart.
"No," G'raha scowled, folding his arms over his chest even as his face burned.
"Don't be like that," his brave, fearless Warrior whined like a petulant kit, which served to make his lips twitch involuntarily even as he fought to keep on a stern expression. Senri scowled darkly at that – his icy eyes narrowing into slits – as he visibly searched for words that would get him what he wanted. Which was the historian moving into the Warrior's tent. If he wasn't so utterly adorable about that – maybe G'raha would find it easier to resist – but he found it increasingly hard to say no.
A week after that night – when he reluctantly returned to his crowded, messy tent; washed, and instantly missed the incredible heat and bliss of his Warrior's embrace – G'raha was quickly learning that Senri's possessiveness didn't confine to moments of their… trysts. Not that they truly did anything yet other than exchange heated kisses while he should be looking for the way to open the Crystal Tower… or make out until his Warrior turned him into a writhing, whimpering mess… so quickly learning how to utterly blow his mind.
Now, as he sat on top of his bedroll, with a book in his lap he should be focusing on… he couldn't help how his heart stuttered nervously when Senri's pretty mouth tilted into a devious smirk when ignoring the heaps of tomes, he crawled toward him with feline grace and definitely sinful idea. G'raha's heart jumped in his throat when the Warrior carelessly pushed the book off his lap, then braced his hand against the historian's chest, slowly forcing him back against his blankets to crawl on top of him. While the heady mix of anticipation and arousal made G'raha's head spin, Senri's maddening scent filled his lungs with every shaky, shallow breath… and it was sooo hard not to melt instantly and agree to anything his Warrior wished… but…
"Then everyone will know about u-us," he stammered, trying to choke down a breathy whimper when Senri settled on top of him, trailing delicate bites down his throat.
"They already know it anyway," his Warrior breathed against his skin. "Come on, Raha… Don't make me beg."
"Would you?" he chuckled breathlessly, shakily wrapping his arms around younger Seeker's shoulders.
"Without hesitation," Senri rasped, his low voice growing gravelly and his scent swelled with intoxicating arousal.
"I wouldn't get… any-anything done, then," he gasped, arching at the sharper bites nearing the junction of his neck and shoulder. He would have to be dumb to not notice that his Warrior had a real kink for biting him – not that he complained, enjoying it waaay too much.
"Such a shame," Senri snarked, and G'raha involuntarily chuckled. But when his Warrior lifted, he fought to keep on a serious expression – kind of curious of that… glint in the icy irises that had his heart stutter. As much as he always yearned to be wanted… his heart simply melted when Senri looked at him like that – like he was the center of his world and he wanted to eat him alive. The sheer possessiveness of that ice-blue gaze… had G'raha instantly, painfully aroused. "Imagine that… all those dusty books not being read… The travesty!" the dripping snarkiness of his voice had the historian snort inelegantly, ruining his act – but the wide, goofy grin he received for that was more than worth it. "So… what I can do to convince you, my beautiful historian?"
The laugh died in his throat when he flushed up to his hairline at that – involuntary image that sparked in his head as his eyes dropped to the pretty lips tiled into a grin that had his heart shot into overdrive instantly.
Considering Senri's… inexperience and level of his innocence, G'raha didn't dare to push – or even mention other things that his seemingly depraved mind supplied all too easily when the younger Seeker seemed content with kisses, caresses, and… rubbing against each other. But this seemed like an opportunity to… test the waters of how much further was he willing to move.
He didn't have experience with men – true – but even with his sad excuse of sex life he discovered he had a certain… kink, and as crazy as normally the sounds Senri uttered in the heat of their… entanglements – he couldn't help but… wonder. Would it be so… different? Obviously, but somehow the thought didn't spark apprehension but… curiosity. None of his 'lovers' was inclined to return the 'favor' but… they seemed to enjoy themselves – and with Senri…
He took a deep, steadying breath when his Warrior frowned slightly with confusion at his expression, then G'raha pressed against his wide chest meaningfully – blushing furiously when his Warrior obediently sat back on his knees, watching him with more than a hint of uncertainty in his ice-blue eyes.
"W-Would you let me… try something, Senri?" he asked delicately, smiling reassuringly even as his heart thumped in his chest unevenly. He was beyond embarrassed and nervous – but the prospect of… pleasing his Warrior was simply… too tempting. Questions swam about his thoughts: how would that feel? How would his Senri react? What sounds would he utter then? And as he was curious by nature… He licked his lips nervously, trying to keep his gaze at the Warrior's face when it wanted to trail south.
"Then… you would reconsider?" his Warrior narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, but that only showed G'raha how relaxed he felt in his presence – letting him know his real feelings. Which made him feel… honored and grateful.
Around anyone else his Warrior hid behind his cheery persona – and as others let it lull them into believing Senri a happy-go-lucky kind of man, always willing to help but distant – G'raha felt proud to know his more sensitive if a bit bratty side. His enormous, caring heart and possessive, protective nature. All of it only made him fall more and more deeply in love with his Senri – the one only he gets to see and experience.
And though they didn't exchange those words yet – he didn't need them – as each look of icy-blue irises when they were alone contained the amount of feeling that made his heart simply… sing. And the idea that he could… pay back his Warrior for his trust and love with pleasure – was intoxicating.
"I will… reconsider," he said slowly, his heart stuttering when Senri's eyes lit up with enthusiasm and another adorable, goofy grin made his handsome face simply heartbreakingly beautiful.
"Then I'm all yours," younger Seeker spread his arms wide, almost knocking over a stack of books nearby, quickly pulling back with a sheepish chuckle. "What do you want to try?"
"Lay down," G'raha moved off his bedroll, then petted his blankets meaningfully, trying to curb his own nervousness to not spook his Warrior.
"Okaaay…?" Senri obediently crawled around him, then stretched on the bedroll with a tiny sigh, folding his arms behind his head and blinking up at him a bit… owlishly. Which was… beyond adorable!
Gods… but he really had it bad for this man.
He tried to keep on an easy smile on his face as he slowly moved on top of him, on all fours around the splayed-out muscular body.
"I do like where this is going," Senri chuckled and his eyes and scent flared with arousal, making G'raha almost choke on an answering, impatient growl.
"I do hope so, my Warrior, but don't move?" he added quickly when his arms twitched as if to move from behind his head and reach for him. Senri listened, though more than a hint of uncertainty appeared on his face as he licked his lips a bit nervously. But as aroused as he was at the… prospect – G'raha didn't dare to let himself get distracted. "Do you trust me, Senri?" he whispered, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on the corner of his Warrior's mouth.
"Completely," younger Seeker breathed, trying to chase his mouth – then pouted adorably when G'raha leaned away with a chuckle.
"Good," he hoped he sounded more confident than he felt as he slowly crawled back down the length of the Warrior's body. He settled on his legs gingerly, taking another deep, steadying breath as smoothed his hands soothingly over Senri's hips – ice-blue irises watching his every move with a mix of curiosity and confusion. He was really too innocent. And that in itself was beyond… arousing. Feeling his own cock twitch with more than interest – he held the icy gaze as he carefully set to untie the fastenings of his Warrior's black plants – his arousal only spiking so much higher when Senri's face flushed with a furious blush – probably no better than the one he felt on his own face.
"What… are you doing?" Senri asked, looking down at his hands – then gasped and flushed even darker when G'raha unceremoniously freed his cock of the dark material, then carefully wrapped his hand around its base. The way it twitched noticeably at his grip and the way his Warrior arched under him with a choked, surprised whine – his big hands shooting to fist in the blankets around G'raha's knees – was a truly… mesmerizing sight. His heartbeat thrummed between his ears and his blood ignited with a flame when he carefully pumped his hand slowly along Senri's cock – his ears shooting up at the absolutely… maddening string of breathless whimpers that tore from his Warrior's throat at that.
He definitely liked that.
"Oh, Azeyma…" his Senri breathed, closing his eyes with an expression of pure bliss on his handsome features –and G'raha's heart went simply… insane.
His Warrior was a beautiful man… but when in bliss… Oh, Twelve… The sight alone was nearly enough to make him come – and the pressure at the base of his spine seemed to confirm that.
He swallowed thickly at the sight of the bead of pre-cum at the tip of the flesh in his grip, then before he could chicken out, quickly leaned in and slid his tongue over it like a curios kitten… and gasped when Senri uttered the most glorious sound – something between a mewl and a whimper in his deep voice sounded beyond… rewarding.
"W-Wha…? Ra-Raha…" he cut off – choking out a beautiful string of those ridiculously arousing music when G'raha shifted slightly, then carefully wrapped his mouth around the head of Senri's cock. It was definitely different – but hardly unpleasant, especially with the way his Warrior shook under him now, gasping for air desperately between those sounds, and clawing at the blankets. G'raha braced one hand on his hip, hoping to stop him from hurting himself against his teeth accidentally – or making him gag – as he experimentally, slowly lowered his head, with life-interest watching his Warrior's expression.
Yeah… his kink definitely didn't care about the sex of his partner, he thought numbly as his arousal shot over the roof when Senri's sounds dropped into soft, helpless whines and his cock throbbed noticeably against his tongue. Already… close? Gods, but he was wonderfully responsive… Trying to focus and imagine what he would like – G'raha closed his eyes, then relaxed his throat around the engorged flesh, quite surprised when he didn't gag when Senri jerked harshly, involuntarily pushing deeper down his throat. It wasn't exactly pleasant – but not as painful as one might have expected. Feeling the tip of his nose brush against the pale skin on his Warrior's pelvis, he breathed in and out shallowly, involuntarily swallowing around the flesh filling his mouth till his jaw ached – and froze at the sound that tore from his Warrior's throat. He had no idea his own name could sound like that – more like a hoarse mewling – as he felt a shaky hand pet his hair and ears, his Senri chanting and whimpering his name over and over between ragged, rapidly increasing helpless mewls and moans.
That… he loved. His cock throbbed painfully as his ears swallowed the sounds eagerly, and he experimentally bobbed his head, involuntarily purring when his Warrior arched with a shout. Oh… Senri was usually quiet in his bliss… but that… Twelve preserve, he definitely enjoyed that waaay too much.
If anyone around the camp had yet any illusions about their relationship – G'raha doubted that will last as when he started purring on purpose now, slowly at first, but with increasing intensity – Senri definitely wasn't quiet about his enjoyment. And to turn his Warrior into a sobbing, writhing mess of choked shouts and nearly musical mewl-whimpers of his name… Was beyond heady. He didn't even mind when Senri fisted both of his hands in his hair – barely avoiding his ears – and holding his head still, soon mindlessly rutted against his mouth. His sounds were definitely enough of a reward in itself for the ache in his jaw, so he didn't even try to resist. Until….
"…R-Raha… can't… have to, pleeease…" his Warrior arched, mewling desperately as he tried to push him off – or so he at least assumed by a shaky push against his shoulders – but led more by his curiosity than anything else, now he resisted, purring harder until his Senri snapped with a roar and his cock throbbed and jerked harshly as thick ropes of seed shot down his throat. Struggling not to choke, G'raha swallowed around it until younger Seeker sagged under him into a blissed-out heap of shuddering, lax muscles and almost too-loud purrs.
Incredibly pleased with himself, he pulled back, panting as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and in awe admired the effect – his Warrior's expression was simply… marvelous – icy-blue irises glassy, handsome face flushed beautifully as he blinked at him slowly with heartbreaking tenderness and adoration written all over his features.
This sight alone was well worth the painful erection, he decided, lifting to press a tender, sweet kiss on Senri's bruised lips.
"Enjoyed that, love?" he hummed – maybe a bit too… smug – and his heart trembled at the sight of something incredibly… raw and vulnerable in the icy irises. Senri's breath stuttered when he wrapped his big, warm hands around G'raha's jaw, peering into his eyes as if… searching for something. Then he took a deep, steadying breath and closed his eyes, pulling him down until their foreheads met.
"R-Raha… I l-love you," he stammered nervously, and G'raha chuckled involuntarily.
"I know," he breathed, leaning back to watch his Warrior's expression scrunch up in an adorable pout – then snickered quietly when icy-blue irises peered at him through the jet-black lashes with quite a… deadpan expression. Too cute!
"You're… supposed to say it back," Senri snarked, making G'raha grin like a love-sick fool – that he was, really. But the shine of humor in those eyes instead of uncertainty – spoke volumes. And only made G'raha eager to tease – something he was quickly discovering he quite enjoyed with his Warrior.
"Is that so?" he hummed with amusement, pressing a tender kiss on the corner of younger Seeker's mouth.
"Mhmmm," Senri drawled with an exaggerated roll of his beautiful eyes.
"Ah, well…" he trailed off, pretending he was considering it – which earned him a cute whine of protest. He chuckled, resting his forehead against Senri's again. "I love you, Snark."
"…Snark?" his Warrior repeated, then laughed quietly. "I'll take it," then G'raha's world spun, and he blinked with surprise and a gasp when suddenly he was pinned down under the much bigger frame of his… lover. "But only from you," Senri snarked, then pressed a sound peck on his lips, before swiftly crawling down his body and hooking his fingers in the waistband of G'raha's pants with a definitely devious glint in his icy eyes. "Now… let's see if I can pay you back, my Raha."
"You… ah, don't have to," he knew his voice was shaky and nervous as his hands shot to wrap around Senri's.
"Nonsense," his Warrior arched his dark eyebrows at him pointedly, shaking off his hands. "I'm a firm believer in an equal exchange, Raha… I can't… ah, promise I'll be as… good," he colored darkly, then cleared his throat and pure determination flared in his eyes when he carefully pulled his pants down his thighs, though blushed even darker and licked his lips nervously at the sight of his visibly straining erection. "But… I'll do my best," he said so earnestly, wrapping his hand so very carefully around G'raha's cock… if he had a space of mind to think, it would sure endear him even more to his beautiful Warrior… But be it as it was, he could only gasp, blushing furiously and dropping his hands to fist them in the blankets around his hips. "Oh… not so smug now, are you?" Senri grinned, wiggling his eyebrows playfully despite his own obvious nervousness.
"Sh-shut up," he snapped, suddenly beyond embarrassed as he closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, nearly shuddering with a mix of anticipation and heady arousal.
"Ah… so adorable," he scowled, peering through his lashes at that statement – opened his mouth to refute… only to choke out a breathless whimper when Senri leaned in and experimentally dragged his tongue from the base of his cock to its tip. "Mmmm, you taste as good as you smell, Raha," his Warrior rasped, taking a deep, shaky breath. Then he had the gall to grin when G'raha could only blink at him in numb awe, struggling to catch his breath at the sight he made. "But do… let me know if I do... s-something wrong, okay?"
He could only nod slowly, watching in a stupor as his Warrior grinned again, then took a deep breath and unceremoniously swallowed his cock, barely even stopping to relax his throat. It certainly lacked any finesse… but G'raha could scarcely complain, arching against the bedroll with a howl. His hands shot to tangle in the inky-black strands, and he held on for dear life – whimpering and mewling breathlessly when Senri settled in with a satisfied hum – his black-furred ears twitching by his shaky fingers – then started purring. He was certainly a fast learner, as all too soon G'raha was whining his name and fighting his body – because it felt simply too good to let it end too soon.
But as the purrs grew louder and more intense – he was losing that battle quickly. In an embarrassingly short time, he was coming in near-violent shudders, gasping and mewling his Warrior's name – and Senri didn't even flinch, swallowing around his cock eagerly.
Drowning in bliss – his muscles jerking and twitching harshly – gratefully petting his lover's ears… it didn't register at first. But when instead of pulling back, Senri started purring again, slowly and soothingly at first – to gradually increase the intensity of its maddening vibrations… then his hand sneaked up between G'raha's thighs, and his fingers delicately, almost tenderly brushed against his balls…. G'raha lost his mind, his cock hardening so quickly that he grew dizzy – choking on his whines as he rutted against too-hot, wet heat vibrating around his flesh.
Before he knew what happened, he was coming again, mewling desperately in overstimulation, and didn't even have it in him to mind when Senri pulled back suddenly, growling as he harshly rolled him over to his stomach, then crawled on top of him, purring insistently as he pinned him down with his weight, pulled back his collar and bit him hard with a snarl.
Mewling in instinctive submission, G'raha went utterly plaint under him, fisting his hands in the blankets around him and shaking with hard to describe… anticipation when he felt rock-hard, too-hot flesh press against his ass, sliding almost too easily between his buttocks. With his pants holding his legs tightly together, he almost expired, whimpering softly when without breaking his bite, Senri rutted against him, almost painfully wrapping his hands around his wrists and pinning his hands down in an aggressive display of instinctive dominance.
Though it shouldn't be physically possible, G'raha felt his cock twitch with renewed interest – something inside him immensely enjoying this… show of ownership.
"You want to mate me?" he chuckled breathlessly, shakily and shyly, despite knowing it simply… wasn't possible. Mating was for breeding – a simple biological fact. Yet he couldn't help but tilt his head submissively when Senri growled into his skin in answer, his teeth definitely now breaking the skin – instinct uncaring of their… limitations.
G'raha smiled involuntarily as he suddenly understand something. The biting wasn't a kink of his lover – Senri simply was born and raised to the role of the Nunh – and the fact that his preferences made him unfit for that, didn't change his naturally dominant nature and upbringing.
And to have all that male aggression focused on him… was a powerful feeling. And he definitely didn't mind how that bite sent a shock of pleasure-pain down his spine – or how Senri's rutting against him with increasing strength forced his cock against the blankets under him.
The Warrior finally broke his bite with a choked gasp, burying his face against G'raha's neck and panting harshly – almost choking on the mix of insanely arousing growls and snarls – pretty much imitating fucking him into the bedroll.
So soon, G'raha was gasping and mewling Senri's name desperately, shuddering helplessly as yet another orgasm rolled through him in almost violent waves – the heat just too much to bear – setting his Warrior off to tumble over the edge with a choked groan, painting the inside of his thighs in an almost too-hot seed.
Younger Seeker sagged against him with a gasp, almost crushing him with his weight – not that G'raha minded – utterly dizzy and spent. He fought to catch his breath – gasping shallowly until Senri gasped again, then let go of his wrists to brace his weight on his elbows around him. And the historian simply melted when his Warrior nuzzled against his neck affectionately, with near-deafening, sated purrs.
"I made a mess," Senri rasped, delicately nipping on the back of his shoulder.
"I don't… mind," he admitted with a fiery blush, burying his face in the blankets.
"So… move in with me?" his Warrior sort of… deadpanned, making G'raha snort inelegantly, then shook with merriment when Senri whined petulantly, insistently nosing against his neck.
Gods… he adored him!
"O-okay," he stammered finally and grinning when that earned him cute, happy purrs.
"Marvelous," Senri purred, going back to nipping on his shoulder. "…tonight?"
"Tomorrow," he replied – just to tease, really.
The adorable annoyed grumble was a reward in itself, in his opinion, until…
"Tonight…" his Warrior stated stubbornly, then cleared his throat and buried his face against G'raha's neck. "…and if you w-want to, I don't mind if you would… f-fuck me."
His eyes shot wide open as he tilted his head, but like this, he couldn't see his Warrior's expression – however, he could feel him almost shake with nerves.
"I t-thought…" he stammered, then cleared his throat more than a bit self-consciously. His face was simply ablaze! "…y-you want to…?"
"…equal exchange, remember?" Senri snarked, then sighed softly, and coiled around him possessively, tearing a pleased gasp from his throat. "And… I would f-feel better if you did… it first. We both know I'm… That I don't know much… a-about this. And I hate the idea that I c-could hurt you, Raha."
"Awww… so sweet," he gushed involuntarily, chuckling when that earned him an indignant hiss – even as his face burned so hot he was almost sure he was going to combust soon. Then he narrowed his eyes – when a sudden thought crossed his mind. "Wait… and what if I hurt you? I also never did that… with a male."
"I'm quite… sturdy," the Warrior chuckled sheepishly, nuzzling against his neck.
"And I'm not?" G'raha hissed indignantly… trying not to pout.
"You're small and cute," his lover said seriously, shaking with choked laughter.
"Asshole!" he snapped, beyond pissed at the sheer slander.
"All yours," Senri snarked, and they both froze – then burst into laughter.