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The room smelled of agarwood incense and the sweet osmanthus blossoms in the courtyard. The soft plucking of a Guzheng and the scent of Jasmine green tea beckons him inside. He knows that is where they wait for him. A modest marital home, hidden within the mountains of Chenyu Vale. A smaller residence for just them. A place of peace where the Adeptal Mountain Lord and Prime Adeptus himself could relax and indulge themselves. It had been far too long since he'd gotten the chance to slow and simply listen to their music, to just breathe. This life as Zhongli was far more peaceful than before, but even mortal men experienced stress and longed for the embrace of those closest to them. 

The sound of their Guzheng was enough to hopefully make his arrival a surprise. Shoes removed and left by the door, gloves discarded with his keys and wallet at the door. Coat left over the back of a chair. It would be a shame to let his wife's tea go cold. As much as he'd like to take his time and try to surprise them. He was just relieved they'd made it clear he could return to them again. Though he could tell in the sharpness of their notes, they were still not pleased with him after that stunt he pulled.

They did not turn to acknowledge him as he slid open the door, instead those finned ears turned. They tracked his every movement through the room, only turning forward to their instrument once he settled at the table. The tea was still fresh and hot, the white jade cups a stark contrast to the gold of his hands. Human disguise forgotten in favour of comfort around his wife. He knew this song well, knew they were only in the beginnings of their performance. But it gave him time to admire them, to drink in the sight of them like his own cup of tea. 

Silky black hair that still reflected the deep blue he'd compared to the night skies thousands of times in their time together, tied up and elegantly put into a high ponytail. They still wore the twin hairpins he'd made them from his own scales, admiring how the delicate chains that hung off softly swayed with the slightest movement. The notes of their song softened faintly, just barely catching their eye in the reflection of the copper mirror nearby. His shoulders began to relax finally. Their song finally coming to an end, watching a clawed hand leave the strings to instead lift the slipping edge of the near sheer outermost robe. The thin, white silk hid little from his gaze. 

"You are early." Turning to face him fully, adjusting how they sat on their cushion to face him properly. He felt guilt for a moment as eyes continued down their front, taking in the soft blues and greens of their hanfu. He felt parched. 

"I'd hoped to surprise you by arriving first. You used to arrive in the evening, once all your work at the temple was completed." He admitted, bringing his eyes up to meet their own. His heart soared at how softly they looked at him despite the last year's events. They still wore their veil, the lower half of their face hidden behind it, but the white silk only made their golden lotus huadian feel warmer. The soft blues and purples of their eyes sharper with the red eyeliner they wore. He could almost count the petals of the glaze lilies that must have been used to make such gentle eyes. Though the dragon was quickly pulled back to the present at how they leaned down and closer, waving a hand at him to gain his attention again. 

"You seem deep in thought, Lăogōng." Watching them sit back and cross their arms, a painted brow raised at him. The amusement in their voice clear. 

"Ah? No more Xiànggong for me?" He asked, lightly leaning against the low table, content to sit on the floor and simply speak with them again. 

"No. Such a term was only ever for my husband, the archon. And seeing as how he's now gone, it would be scandalous for a newly remarried widow to call her new husband the same, would it not?" He could see the grin beneath that veil. He wanted to take it from them, show them just how 'gone' that husband of theirs was. 

"You are teasing me." 

"And if I am?" They stood finally, stepping away from their instrument to properly join him. 

"Then can I not at least be an old gentle-man instead?" He asked, amusement in his tone as he watched them settled across the table from him. Watched how the 'Adeptal Mother' relaxed. He felt he could blink and they'd be the mortal woman he'd married through contract and fallen in love with. He could almost hear the other's scolding him for such rash decisions all over again. They flustered beneath his longing stare. 

Raising an eyebrow as they click their tongue and look away, out the sliding doors and to the courtyard they maintained. He could hear the small waterfall as he watched them search for something, perhaps a come back. Maybe more scolding? He'd accept either with open arms. Instead they slowly sit up properly, reaching up to remove their veil and set it aside. It was just the two of them, after all. "Baobei?" 

The term of affection offered carefully. But they didn't scold him, visibly losing tension in their tail as they brought it around themself. "I'm still quite upset with you. That...I..." They sighed, idly pulling their own tail into their lap smoothing out the dark fur. "I understand why. Even if you cannot tell me all the details. I understand why you'd done what you had. Why you could not tell anyone. But that doesn't make me feel any more comforted. How will I know in the future you will not do something similar to this?" 

He knew they were right. He had betrayed them, let them believe him dead, even let that fatuus have the traveler deliver news of his death. He could still hear the agony in how they called his name. Hand slow as he set down his cup. "Whatever punishment you deem fit. I will take it." 

He almost regretted saying that as soon as they looked at him. Swallowing hard at the way those eyes glinted at him. At how gold pupils expanded. He would be lying if he said he didn't find how they lifted their sleeve to hide the lower half of their face disarming. Oh, the dangerous games he played with this one. 

"Anything?" 

"...Anything." 

"Then it is a contract." Ah. His own rules used against him. He couldn't resist the urge to laugh softly, nodding as they refilled his cup. 

"That it is." 

"Then," They started, turning towards him fully, hands resting neatly in their lap. "You will not be allowed to...'finish' until I have deemed you've suffered enough."

His brows pinched together briefly, opening his mouth to question what they meant before his expression changed to stunned surprise. "I...Well. I did say anything, didn't I? What has happened to my delicate glaze lily, hm? This is quite the change of events from you." 

"Please. When has This One ever been delicate? One does not become a mother by acting like a nun." Their defense was enough to bring a fresh wave of laughter. The tension between them well and truly broken, replaced with something far more warm. "And...Next time. This One requires you bring that... Ah, what is his name. The red haired one everyone keeps talking about you gifting those chopsticks to! This One requires you bring him with you next time!" 

His face darkened at their request, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck before he nodded. "Alright, I suppose as a lowly mortal, I have no choice but to relent to the demands of LiYue's Dowager mother, don't I?" 

"Eh? Dowager- How dare you, do you really think This One is that old-" His laughter as he scrambled to his feet to get away from his wife's rage only goaded them on further. Standing as they rushed to chase him through the courtyard, yelling at him and bickering like nothing had changed. 

The grass was still wet with dew from the night before, laughing as they chased after him. He knew they could be much faster if they wanted, that they could be racing through the very mountains themselves. But he was content to play the role of mortal man, to keep their 'squabble' between themselves in the modest courtyard. The two coming to a stand still at the pond, trying to find a way to get past or to the other without going into the water and disturbing their goldfish any more than them rushing around did. He could see the fins of their tail lashing out around behind them, knowing he'd gotten them worked up enough to chase the slightest movement. 

Though one could call it cheating, they'd established no rules in this game of keep-away. It was barely a blink before he was rushing away in that small, compact form they adored to hold and cuddle. Though perhaps it was a mistake. He didn't get far before a paw was swiping his own out from under him. Briefly tensing when he felt the cold embrace of maws around the back of his neck, lifting him from the grass like an unruly cub. Huffing his displeasure at the massive suanni as they carried him back indoors. The clouds hung heavy above, the soft patter of rain only just beginning. 

They had all day, after all. He made a pathetic little squeak in his small form the moment he was tossed up and onto the softer bedding of their bed. That semi-human shape taken again as he rolled over onto his back to look at his 'captor'. Pressing himself up onto his elbows to watch them stand and take their own human form. "Now now, that was cheap." 

"Oh? We'd established no rules." He all but purred, watching them closely as they dusted themself off. "And what shall you do with your 'prize'?" 

"Oh, I am certain you know what I am going to do with you." They hummed, watching how his eyes locked onto the thin fabric of their pibo slowly sliding off their arm. The outer layers of their hanfu following down their shoulder as they drew closer. Watching his Adams apple bob as they crawled up onto the bed with him. The sudden crash of thunder made both briefly jump, the wind knocked from his chest as they hopped up to join him. A hand already beginning to pet down their back, able to feel how they were tensed, with hackles raised and ready. He couldn't suppress the snort that came from him unbidden. Neither were even sure who had begun to laugh, but for a moment, nothing outside this home mattered. There was only warmth here. A brief rendezvous between the sun and moon. 

"Oh? And is that to protect me from the horrors that is a thunderstorm, love?" He joked, shoulders faintly shaking in amusement as dark painted lips pursed at him. Ah yes, how dare he. "Forgive me." He chuckled, leaning forward to steal the first of many kisses that night. The tension in their body loosened, relaxing where they lied on top of him, chest to chest, soaking in the warmth they'd longed for. 

Their kiss was supposed to be brief, even perhaps a bit chaste, just something to soothe the hit to their ego. But years worth of hunger won out, he'd never even stood a chance. Had he neglected them so badly? Fangs lightly clacked together from their eagerness to have a taste. He could hear them whine, that soft, breathy sound that made it harder to control himself. That soft sound answered with a rumble, both just as eager as the other. The feeling of their tongue lightly against his lower lip enough to get him to open up. 

Another surge of desire from his dearest had him on the back foot, finding himself down against the soft pillows. Clawed hands make quick work of each other's clothing, only pausing when their own cold hand pressed against the heated skin of his chest. The sudden shock enough to make him finally pull away. 

And the sight that greeted him was one he could never find himself tired of. Swallowing hard as they sat back, right over the tent they caused. Brows raising before they were leaning back, clawed hands gathering the clothing he's already opened. Grinning as they watch him swallow thickly, eyes following his to their chest. They can feel his claws twitch from where they tightly grip at Moonkeeper's thighs. Leaning forward to tease him further, hips pressing down against the bulge in his opened slacks. "You seem distracted by something, Lăogōng." 

"It is...difficult not to be." He admitted, watching them as his dearest wife took their time with him. When was the last time he'd seen them like this? This eager and wanting? It had to have been while they were with child the last time. Remembering how beautiful they looked while carrying, how eager and hungry they were for it. His ears tinting red as they chuckle at him, feeling his cocks twitch beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. 

"Oh? And what could you possibly be thinking of? Could it be the last time we got to indulge in each other like this? While I was heavy with our youngest? Are you wanting to get me pregnant again-" They gasp, lifted faintly as he grinds up against them, pressing himself hard to them. The sound of their whimpered whine was enough for the dragon. Quick to plant his feet and grind against them, teeth bared as he watched the sight of the outline of his cocks slipping between their lips. Vaguely aware of the sound of them clicking their tongue at him. 

"Just as overly eager as ever." They panted out between the harsh grind against their clit. It was hard to focus like this. Growling as they gathered strength in their legs to shove him down again. Keeping one hand to his lower belly to pin him there as the other made quick work of pulling his boxers and slacks down. When they couldn't push any further with a hand, their tail came in to play. Quick to discard the rest of his clothing, sitting back to truly admire him. "You know. I could get used to this."

Icy claws just barely following the path of the veins of his cocks, making them jump from the sudden cold contact. A self satisfied grin forming. They loved it when he was feral, though perhaps they were cruel teasing him like that. They came here for his rut every cycle...Maybe more children wouldn't hurt. "Just remember, Lăogōng, you can't finish until I let you. That is our contract tonight." 

That purr of a voice was enough to drive him feral. Swallowing down the horrendous things he wanted to say as he quickly nodded, the feeling of their hand as they wrapped it around one of his cocks made him gasp. Watching them closely as they brought themself up higher. Just high enough he could see the soft golden glow of himself on their skin, of just how deep he'd be inside of them soon enough. They usually had more foreplay, really, he wasn't that brutish...anymore. But who was he to tell his wife anything right now? Not with how good their touch felt. Any thoughts at all were already well and truly gone outside of the carnal need quickly clouding his judgement. 

Claws gripped their thighs tighter, watching them like a man enthralled as they spent a few precious moments just grinding themself against him. He could hear his pulse, able to just faintly see their own just below the curve of their jaw. Serpent like tongue wetting his lips, feeling his mouth dry with lust. It wasn't often he let such base desire grip him so tightly. "Oh, don't worry, Baobei, I'll take good care of you, as always." 

Their cooing tone alone enough to appease part of him, but it couldn't soothe the burning in his veins. A halfhearted attempt was made to suppress the whine he made when they lifted themself off him. "But first, you seem awfully focused on this part. Is there something you're wanting?" They teased, flopping themself down next to him. And he was eager to get above them. Tail thrashing behind him as he descended onto their neck, lapping and kissing at their pulse, following the curve of their body. Cheeky nips stolen here and there, leaving blooming spots of gold flushing in his wake. It wasn't long before he found himself right where he wanted to be. The source of that delightful smell, reduced to little more than a beast desperate to drink such heavenly nectar. 

The feeling of their plush thighs against his skull already enough to send him further. Wrapping his arms around them to keep them open, stealing another bite off one before he was focusing on the meal before him. For a moment, he simply admired, he'd always loved the shape. A hand leaving their thigh to spread them open before him. "Well?" They cooed, sitting up on their elbows to watch him. Lipstick smeared from their earlier kisses, a hair pin now knocked askew. If anyone would listen to a god's own prayers, he would thank them. "Eat while it's hot, Baobei." 

Shaking his head in amusement before thank long, serpent like tongue was lapping slowly at the mess they'd made of themself with their earlier grinding. Taking his time by slowly lapping at them. Only when he was satisfied there did he spread them open again. Licking along its sides, but avoid directly lapping at where they desired him most, savouring them. The sound of their heartbeat getting faster like a symphony, their growing whines and sighs could rival a choir. Teasing along the outside of their entrance, feeling their claws gripping onto one of his antlers, holding him there. Pulling them closer by the thighs as they tried to pull him closer by the antler. 

The gasp they let out when he finally presses his tongue inside enough to feel like euphoria. They tasted just like he remembered, whined and writhed like a piece of art as he dismantled everything about them. Finding each and every pleasurable place he could and massaging them, earning him more of that addicting nectar he's been so parched for. There's little more he could desire than to stay there in that moment, feeling their thighs begin to tremble, how their hips rock up for more. How they beg and gasp so sweetly for him to destroy them. He's dripping, he can feel his own pre leaving a trail along the underside of his cocks. 

Pulling himself away to lavish their clit in the attention they'd been desperate for. Their small gasp at the texture of his tongue against their clit spurring him on. Golden eyes lifting to take their expression in. Brows pinched together, mouth open and slack, freely giving him those sweet moans he was desperate for. Keeping that eye contact with them as he suckled on their clit, watching their head knock back at a particularly strong suck. They whimpered and moaned so sweetly, unraveling in his palm. The shaking of their thighs grew stronger, back arching until they were using a foot to his shoulder to try and push him back. 

"M-Morax- Morax, too much-" He'd earned more of that sweet nectar, pulling himself back. Needing to reign himself in before he spent even longer down between their thighs worshipping. Idly licking his lips and chin clean as he watched them tremble and struggle to catch their breath. A crook of a finger inviting him back up. He didn't need much coaxing to return above them, easy to pull into a kiss. Groaning softly into their mouth, resisting the urge to rut against their thigh like a beast driven only by lust. A tug from the hand holding the nape of his neck was all they needed to get them both onto their sides. "Stay." 

Their command softly panted against his lips, and he remained. Watching them sit up and reach past him, leaving their chest at the perfect place. Able to fear them shiver as he began to lavish their breasts with the same level of devotion as between their thighs. Feeling them tremble as he harshly sucked on one, the taunt skin growing soft the more he focused on them. Then he tasted it, something sweet and warm. The kind of warmth that spreads across the tongue, that comforts a part of the soul. Another harsh suck made them keen. He could hear them trying to open something behind his head, but that didn't matter, not when he could cover their tits in soft love bites and drink his fill. 

Growling softly when they moved, arms tightening around their waist, nipping at the curve of their breast. Moaning softly into the soft skin as they press a thigh to his cocks, letting him rut and grinding against it like something feral. The other thigh tossed up and over his waist. His mind too occupied with the building pleasure, with the sound of their breathing speeding up as he drank. Fingers tangling in his hair to guide him from one breast to the other. It was in that lull he heard it, the slick sound of their fingers prepping themself for him. Both cocks twitching hard against their thigh. He could hardly wait, desperate for the feeling of them wrapped so tightly around his cocks. A feeling he'd so desperately missed. A feeling he'd fantasized about at night when no one was looking for him. The kind of feeling his hand just couldn't compare to. 

His fantasizing didn't get to last long. Hissing softly as they tug his hair, forcing him from their chest, enough to turn onto their other side. Back pressed to his chest. A thigh lifting, hands guiding him into place, just to be caught in the wonderful pressure of the lube-slicked place between their thighs. They didn't let him in yet, "Show This One just how badly you want us bred, Morax."

They could feel him shiver, holding them tight by the waist as he began rutting against them. Teeth digging into their shoulder, biting down hard as he fucked that space between their thighs. He could see his cockheads peek out in the front each time his hips hit their ass. He could see the ripple of the impact across their thighs. Groaning into the flesh he held between his teeth, still gnawing on them. Briefly seizing up when they crossed their ankles, taking joy in how he had to pause before continuing. They could feel his pace beginning to fail, hips stuttering. Hissing into their skin. They hadn't given him permission, he needed to hold out, he needed- 

The whine they received was guttural. One thigh lifted to take all the pressure away, to leave him rutting against the overly slick skin. Tsking at him as they turned their head to look at him. "Ah ah, love. You haven't earned the right to orgasm yet."

Pulling away just enough to roll onto their belly, taking one of the thick, soft pillows to hold. He followed, needing no prompting to bring himself above them. Watching their hips raise just enough to show him exactly what he desired. No words were needed, a pleading look given and a nod received was good enough for the dragon in that moment. Lifting their tail up and over his shoulder, cockheads weeping with need. Slow to press one to each entrance. The groan that came from his chest as he sank into them was thick and sweet, Moonkeeper could almost taste the honey they loved to compare his voice to. Whining as his hips stuttered, thrusting the last two inches in a bit quicker than intended. 

He panted above them, hands settling one either side of them, giving them a moment to adjust as he took in the sight of them from above. He could see it more clearly now, the deep gold geometric lines tracing down their spine. His personal mark. He could see their tits spilling out on either side, taking in the golden flush across the nape of their neck, the angry bites he'd left along their shoulder. A hand reaching back to grab his thigh his cue to start. He was far too eager too. Pulling out till he could see the rim of the head tugging on their rim before he was spearing them on both cocks all over again. The cry of surprise and pleasure from beneath him sent goosebumps over his skin. Gripping the sheets tighter in his fists as he began to fuck them in earnest. They wanted him to show them just how badly he wanted to breed them, and he'd do just that. 

The clap of skin quickly drowning out the sound of the rain outside. Closing his eyes as he focused on the sounds they made, trying desperately to ignore the heat in his belly and the ever tightening pressure. He was going to go mad. But that's exactly what they wanted, wasn't it? They wanted him feral, to take them like a beast. Hunting for his own pleasure and release, but unable to achieve that without their permission. Leaning down to nip and bite at the nape of their neck, holding them there as he put more strength into it, moving their tail to the side so he could keep them in place. Finned ears swiveled back, listening to each deep, guttural growl, each groan and whine. 

They'd been so focused on that and the constant knocking against their womb they hadn't even noticed his hand slipping beneath them till fingers were rubbing tight, fast circles over their clit. Any chance of holding back their own noise was thrown out the window, mind finally starting to blank out as their own orgasm was quickly approaching again. 

"Fuck- Morax- Breed me- Fuck, fuck- harder-" They were a babbling mess, loving the drag of the ridges of his cock against their walls. Thighs trembling as they could do little more than let him fill them. But he kept going, growling into the nape of their neck before he was dislodging his fang to speak. 

"Is- Ha- Is that permission-"

"Yes! Please!- please- finish in me-" They'd barely gotten to finish their demand before they felt the pressure increase. Screaming as he forced himself in as deep as possible while the spasmed under him, forcing them onto his knots. Groaning as he finally came, beginning to flood their insides with white. The first few seconds enough to make him tremble, all but collapsed over their back. 

They stayed like that for a few moments before he was gingerly rolling them both onto their sides. Slick and sticky with sweat, but that bothered him little as he pulled them as close to his chest as he could. They were panting, face flushed gold, feeling him continue to grind up into them, slowly stirring up their insides with his cocks like someone would a cocktail. The ringing in their ears took longer to end, but that was fine. "I...May have gotten too excited." 

His admission was enough to make them snort, glancing up to look at him. It wasn't often they got to see how flustered he could be, let alone push him enough to lose himself enough to knot them like this. "You don't say? Well then. I hope you're prepared to make our bath tonight after what you've done to me. You best take responsibility!" 

Zhongli could only blink a few times in surprise, then relax, smiling so gently with a chuckle. "Of course. Though, I hope you don't mind up being here for a while if that's the case?" 

"So long as you promise to bring that blanket up, you've got my tail pinned." They hummed, gesturing to the bedding crumbled against the footboard. Smiling as he uses his tail to bring it up, wrapping them both in it to keep away the chill of the rain settling into the room. 

The dragon could only smile, lying with his wife, enjoying the warmth of them in his arms, even if they were quickly growing cold again. "Tell me. Were you serious about my bringing Tartaglia next season?" 

"I may as well met your mortal husband. When you'd told me you found a mortal who caught your eye, I hadn't expected it to be him...That is...He has forgiven you, yes?" 

"He has. I...must admit I'd been wanting to introduce the two of you properly." He admitted, tracing slow, nonsensical patterns along their side. Hand creeping down to their belly, lightly cupping the bump he left from inside. "I...Suppose I just wanted to ensure you'd still want me, let alone another in the mix." 

The silence that followed was concerning, till he saw their ear flick in a way that meant they were thinking. Keeping his concerns quiet before they nodded, quietly letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "We shall see. I have already made myself clear, if you can handle more than one person's desires, then you can have other spouses. I know we are both busy and each have needs. Our agreement hasn't changed in the last 300 years...But, this one intrigues me. Perhaps I shall come to the harbor myself and meet him over dinner." 

The ex-archon simply hummed, nodding as he held them just a hair tighter. 

"Of course, lǎopó."

"Who are you calling old." 

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The night was cold, wind biting through layers like wolves. But that was to be expected, especially this time of year. Boots crunch against gravel as he walks, right under the radar of others, traveling through the streets like a ghost. He was content with that, it'd always been like this. Humans naturally gave berth to something some part of their minds saw as worthy of fear. For the most part, Flins was fine with this. It meant he wouldn't be suffocated in the markets. Even in the night, they were busy. Perhaps even busier than during the day, much to Kyryll's slight distress. But he had little worry for that, not when people were far too focused on their own affairs. The night was still young, they would all return to their homes and inns within the next few hours, and the night would grow quiet. Sighing as he finally got to the, at least slightly quieter, doors of the flagship. 

The music hummed beneath the chatter of others. If he were not letting out the warm air, he'd be tempted to stay in the doorway and just listen for a moment longer. But even simple pleasures like that moment must pass. 

"Flins!" Ah, perhaps they pass a bit quicker than he anticipated. The strong arm of another wrapping around his shoulders with a clap of a hand on his left. "I knew you'd come! Come on, we're just about to start the next round of drinks. I'd like to introduce you to some people." 

"It would be a pleasure." His usual calm demeanor offered with a faint smile. Though Varka's expression didn't falter at his lack of excitement. They'd long since fallen into this lull with one another. With being as they were. Varka's excitability beginning to wear off onto him, he was far quicker to smile, even if only faintly. He didn't speak much, instead idly sipping his wine as he listened to Varka and the higher ranking Knights he brought with him on this expedition to Nod Krai. The warmth and weight of Varka's hand on his thighs an idle comfort, one he knew the others had taken note of. How curious. Eyes kept glancing to that place, yet no one spoke. No one mentioned it. Did seeing Varka touching someone make them nervous? Or was it Flins himself that unnerved them? It was hard to say. Though he didn't question it. That was their own problem to handle, he had no interest in solving this problem. The debt accrued would not be worth the hassle. 

So he waited, listened, replied when required or politely appropriate. But the longer he sat with Varka, the less his men stuck around. They were quick to start dropping like flies. Most visibly drunk once they stood, other's with the excuse of their own patrols or caring for the horses. It was not long before only the two of them were left. "You know, I was starting to think they'd never leave." 

"Aren't you the one who wanted to speak with them?" He hummed, lifting his wine glass to take another sip. Finally polishing off his second glass. Moon-esque eyes dragging to the blond beside him as his hand drifted just a hint higher. 

"I was! I just wasn't anticipating them to stay so long. Usually, when I bring someone beautiful to the table, they make themselves quite scarce." Grip tightening faintly, blue eyes drifting down his front, down to where he could see the slight plush of Flins' thigh between gloved fingers. Heat growing as eyes took their time to trail back up. "Say. I kept you here a lot longer than usual, didn't I? Why not stay the night?" 

His request making Kyryll's eyebrows lift, smile widening. "Oh? But from what I've overheard, there's no rooms left tonight. Where would I sleep, Varka?" 

He enjoyed the way the other's face grew darker without the help of more firewater, but that confidence he had wasn't shaken. "Well, why anywhere other than my bed? I don't think you'll find a warmer spot to rest in all of Nod Krai." His voice had gone low, turning their conversation to one suddenly much more private. One drowned in the noise of the flagship if you were not included. 

"My, my. That is quite the bold offer." He hummed, already considering the cost he'd owe if he took Varka up on his offer for such a thing. To take another's bed was a debt he'd be certain to repay. "And if I may be so bold as to accept, might you be willing to answer a question of mine?" 

"Of course." The quickness of Varka's response brought a hint of devious glee. Quick to suppress it as Flins sat back in his chair, watching as Varka turned in his own chair. He didn't seem to notice how he all but hid Flins away, his space in the corner all but hidden from everyone else with the wall he had practically turned himself into. Though whether he realized he'd 'trapped' the fae there was another story all together. 

"What has sparked your continued interested in me, Varka?" A loaded question, one Flins was eager to hear. One he almost expected to find an admittance of some kind of debt Varka felt he owed within. 

"What hasn't?" His nonspecific answer left a twinge of amusement in Flins own expression, raising an eyebrow at him to urge him to continue. "Let's see...Where do I start? Perhaps it is because you are kind, despite the rumors I've heard of a 'ghostly lightkeeper'. You give surprisingly freely, but you also take your dues just as easily when you want. You come and go like a fresh breeze. Perhaps your presence makes me a tad homesick. You remind me of the kind of gentlemanly nature every knight strides for. Maybe it's because you're handsome, and every laugh I earn from you sounds like windchimes. Yet you feel just as elusive as a singular dandelion seed in the wind. Something you hope to catch but never quite do." 

Waxed poetics, but he supposed this would do. Head turning away in amusement, lifting a gloved hand to try and hide his growing grin behind it. Perhaps Varka was a sweet talker who can spin whatever one wants to hear as easily as he breathed, but Flins would allow him the benefit of the doubt. Such honey sweet words were a treasure all in themselves, and it'd be a shame not to add them to his collection. 

"So, Kyryll. Will you spend the night with me?" His question one laid out carefully, leaning to catch the fae's eyes as he waited for an answer. Those red rimmed moons seeming to stare right through him, leaning back into his chair, crossing the thigh Varka had held over the other. It wasn't fair how pretty he looked tilting his head ever so faintly. It was hard to tell what his answer would be, and as the silence dragged on, Varka only grew more uncertain. 

"I suppose I will." He replied calmly, already moving to stand. Amusement growing seeing how Varka stood perhaps a hint too quickly. Just enough to be noticeable, but not enough to quite give off how eager he was. He was patient as he waited for Varka to move, following just a few steps behind. Human affection was still foreign, to put it lightly. But he enjoyed the warmth that seeped through his glove when Varka took his hand to move them both out of the way of another group coming down the halls. The cost of each action subconsciously weighed, each act of kindness considered, certain to be repaid. 

Varka's room was like any other. A bed for two on a metal work frame. A single, fairly dim lamp and space for his belongings. Kyryll felt as if he'd be lying if he stated he almost expected Varka to have more. But one must travel light when on an expedition he supposed. He came deeper into the room calmly, eyes barely seemed to glance over his surroundings before they were resting on the other man fully once again. That seemingly unending stare returning as he drew closer. 

Varka sighed softly as he sat on the edge of the bed, seeming to just admire the other, watching him with a hint of curiosity he'd always hidden before. Staring was usually considered rude, tended to put people on edge. But Flins didn't seem to mind. Certainly didn't stop him from staring when something caught his interest. "Since we will be spending the night together, you would not mind if I take off my coat, yes? I fear it might be quite warm if I were to remain fully dressed." 

"I- By all means-" The question was enough to leave Varka slightly confused, a bit on the backfoot, not having anticipated such a calm beginning to the night he'd planned. Though he found himself suddenly feeling parched, watching the other as he set his lantern aside, leaving it floating above the small desk in the room. The soft clicks and jingling of the metal fixtures of his coat in the air, just barely enough to cover the sound of Varka's footsteps. He could see the edge of the other's lips curl in in the mirror as he took his time folding his coat to take up as little space as possible. Leaning forward just enough to set it down to give Varka a hint of the view he wanted. 

Warmth spreading over his back as the other caged him in against the desktop, one hand holding onto the desk as the other lightly wrapped it's self around his waist to hold him there. "You're surprisingly casual about this. Aren't you nervous?" 

"What reason would I have to be nervous, Varka? We are simply spending a night together, aren't we? Unless, you've something lecherous planned?" His amusement only grew seeing the other's face heat. 

"I- Hey. Don't say it like that, you're making me feel like some perverted old man." Even with his 'offense', Varka's grip on him only tightened. Careful as he pressed light kisses to the edge of the other's throat, savoring the soft sigh he earned. Glancing up when he felt the vibration of a slight hum. 

"Well, I certainly am not the one saying it outright." His smile was so faint and small, but it was enough to leave the knight stun locked for a moment. A predatory glint beneath it, like the cat who ate the canary. Such a smile should not be as disarming as it was. His grin only broken when the other kissed along his aorta, sighing softly at the faint spark of heat it put in his belly. Like the first embers of a building fire. Another light sigh following when Varka's hand slipped beneath the simple shirt he typically wore under his coat, fingers cold compared to the warmth of pale skin. Humming in content as Varka explored at his leisure. 

It was only when the other's hand traveled higher that he got some proper sound from the smaller man, feeling him shudder the moment he pinched one of his nipples. Soothing it by groping at that pec, covering it in his increasingly warm palm. He was good at redirecting one's attention, Kyryll wasn't even sure when he'd managed to open his shirt. Gasping softly when the other pulled it down from his shoulders just enough to get more access to his shoulders. Each kiss becoming more desperate, each touch only getting more bold. 

He was content to be taken there, as long as Varka would get on with it already. That small spark in his belly had grown, warmer than the hearth of a home. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror, what greeted him wasn't what he was intending Varka to see. Slightly pointed ears, sharper teeth, even growing dusky blue color to his otherwise cadaverous complexion. A hint of focus was all it took for that dusky blue to be the light red flush one expected of a human. He didn't wish to startle him. 

"Change it back." That however, startled Flins himself, just enough to make his eyes faintly widen and his brows raised. Meeting the other's eyes in the mirror. Ah. It seems he was watching just as closely as Flins had been earlier. He'd be impressed if he weren't so uncertain. 

"...Are you certain that is what you desire?" 

"I desire you as you are. You don't need to hide from me." 

"I don't believe you understand exactly the gravity of what you are asking of me." He was certain it would not scare Varka. There was little that could. He'd seen his companions and those he spoke with freely. Though he'd prefer not to cross paths with a certain witch he'd befriended again. 

"Perhaps I don't. I can't force you, but I want you comfortable too." 

"I'd be far more comfortable if you'd stop teasing me." 

"Ah- I hadn't meant to sound as if I were-" 

"Sexually. Varka. I hate to be so explicit, but if I have to spend another moment trapped in these uniform pants, staining them like this and suffering from how tight they feel. I will throw you." All but drinking in the shocked look Varka gave him at his bluntness. 

"Right- Right. Come on then." Flins was easy to pull along to the bed, sitting on the edge. Varka was just as quick to kneel, not giving Flins even the chance to reach down and begin to untie his boots himself. This...Hm. He wasn't sure how to feel about this. He wasn't accustomed to the feeling of someone being so. Thorough? Was that the word he wanted to use? No. Considerate? … Perhaps. Still not quite what he wanted. 

His internal struggle with finding the best wording he was searching for distracting him so fully he hadn't even noticed Varka had gone to the effort of undoing his belt and pants as well. Only really returning to the present when he was knocked back onto the bed. Hips lifted to remove the rest of his clothing. Finding himself completely bare beneath the knight's gaze. Though the power dynamic had become visually clear. At least, the surface level power exchange. From here, he could truly admire just how well Varka's uniform fit him. 

"This feels quite one sided, Grandmaster." Flins hummed, watching as the other settled over him, hands pressing to the mattress beside his head. Able to feel his cock twitch from where it's pressed to his pelvis at being called his title. How curious. 

"Perhaps you're right. Why don't you show me just how to make this equal between us?" Varka hummed, trailing his fingers down the other's arm to bring his hand to his chest. Did Varka think Flins needed the permission to touch him? Now that he thought about it, perhaps he had been waiting for it. Fist balling the fabric of the other's coat in a tight grip, pulling him down further into his space. Those soft golden eyes flicking down to the other's lips, though they did not stay opened long. Closing them as he leaned up to the other, listening to the beautiful sound of the other's breath stuttering before Varka was kissing him like a man starved. 

The feeling of Varka's teeth gingerly biting into his lower lip to tug on it softly enough to make Flins gasp, giving him easy access. He was warm inside, enough to make the knight moan with anticipation. If his mouth was this warm, just what would the rest of him be like? 

Varka was easy to get to strip, for the most part. Their breathing had become soft panting in the space between them when Varka had to pull away, staying settled between Flins' thighs as he all but tore off the chest plate and other armor he wore. The desperate hunger in his eyes becoming harder and harder to deny. 

"Fuck. You're beautiful. I really am one of the luckiest men alive." 

"Flattery gets you in many places, Varka. You don't need it here." He'd already all but guaranteed he'd be inside him already. Hopefully sooner rather than later. Yet Varka seemed intent to take his time and truly savour having the Ratnik in his bed. Watching him shiver and get goosebumps at how gently battle hardened hands caressed up his thighs to grip his waist. Watching how Flins rested his own hands on the other's forearms. He seemed almost...dainty. At least, in comparison to Varka himself. 

Flins was far more lean muscle than Varka was. His hand slowly trailing up to hold his waist just a bit higher, the other traveling down his thigh to lift it higher to rest over his own hip. Another kiss taken, enjoying how the Ratnik melted so completely beneath him, how he submitted fully. He'd almost expected more of a rise out of him, more of a challenge. But he certainly wasn't against this. 

Those kisses slowly went lower, appreciating every small sound and whine he got from Flins. Varka even dared to lightly bite around his nipple, seemingly satisfied in the way the slight pain with pleasure make his glamour flicker. Perhaps he was getting rusty, keeping his glamour up when he was experiencing pleasure rather than pain. Pain was an easy way for him to focus in battle. But there was no such salvation here. 

The sound he made when Varka lifted his thighs and all but bent him in half was enough to make his own ears burn. Blinking in surprise at the other before Varka was leaning down, clearly enjoying the soft, breathless  sounds he was getting from Flins. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue pressing to his rim, already lapping away at him to get him to relax. Long, thorough strokes of his tongue left him shivering. Pale hands gripping the blankets tight, mind beginning to quiet. 

A surprised gasp leading Kyryll's chest when Varka decided to press his tongue inside and begin to stretch him. Such a thing wasn't needed, Kyryll knew that well, Varka wasn't the first man he'd lain with. This was far more care than he'd thought would occur. But the Grandmaster was thorough, perhaps his work ethic bled over into his sexual habits as well. He'd need to keep note of that. 

"Ha- Varka-" Taking a hand from the blankets to instead grip into the other's hair. Running long fingers through his hair before gripping it in a tight fist, guiding Varka to where he wanted him. Pulling the other closer, visibly shuddering the moment Varka's tongue lapped at a particularly sensitive spot. He felt warm, too warm, and light headed. But, lightheaded in a good way. He felt both weightless and like he was being held down by something far heavier than anything he could ever hope to lift off himself without the oppressive crushing sensation. 

The feeling of a tongue quickly replaced with two fingers. Easy to pull him up by his hair. The grandmaster was quick to all but latch onto his neck, leaving blooming marks in his wake. Satisfied to see each one blooming that mottled blueish green over slightly greyed skin. Yet despite his appearance, Flins only felt warmer inside. His back arching the moment Varka crooked his fingers, having already pathed out where he needed to press just inside to make the other shiver and shudder. This wasn't fair anymore. 

What did Varka get out of this? What part of making him fall apart like this was pleasurable to the other? Gasping wetly the moment another finger was added, toes curling at the insistent press and massaging of his prostate. Kyryll found it harder to focus in the slightest, whimpering as another strong pulse of pleasure raced up his spine. His legs trembled, face darkening at the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears faded once Varka finally gave him a moment to breathe and pulled his fingers out. 

He was panting. Hard. He must look absolutely debauched, but he didn't hide his face away. He felt little shame. What he was surprised about was when Varka spoke. 

"That's it, breathe for me, baby. You're gonna need that air." What could he possibly mean by...that... Oh dear. He must've made a face when he looked down between the other man's thighs, because Varka let out an amused snort. Already pulling back to line himself up to Flins' now relaxed entrance. Just barely pressing to it and almost savouring the way the lightkeeper's body tried to suck him in. 

Slow and steady as he pressed in, watching Flins' brows pinch, jaw dropping open as his body adjusted, accepting something that seemed far to big to fit inside of him. Whimpering as Varka paused, the head of his cock pressing hard against his prostate. "Flins. Breathe." 

Ah, he hadn't realised he was even holding his breath until Varka had mentioned it. Letting out a slow, shaky sigh. It was not often he forgot to breathe. He didn't need to, the rise and fall of his chest merely for show. Humans got unnerved if they noticed he was not breathing, after so long the motion had just become a force of habit. But even habits failed here. 

And in that lull, Varka simply stared, rubbing comforting paths along his thighs and hips to try and get him to relax further. 

A sudden hard crash from the hallway made both jump, just to force a low moan out of Flins. Panting hard through the feeling of Varka's cock suddenly being a few inches deeper inside. He was more than halfway inside, but gods above, Flins was struggling to keep himself together. Body trembling beneath Varka as he seemed to struggle with the sheer amount of cock being pressed into him. His head felt fuzzy, unaware of just how far his glamour had dropped. 

That beautiful flame like hair Varka so adored had become truly as it represented, near intangible, warm to the touch, and producing a nice cool light like his lantern. A shame he couldn't pull it in this position. Perhaps next time he really would just bend him over the desk. But for now, he'd be content with slowly rocking himself in and out of the other man. 

Flins gasped as Varka pulled him closer to the edge, lifting his legs to hike up over his shoulders. Another moment of caging him in, practically hiding the man beneath him from the very world as he slowly worked the rest of that damnably thick cock deeper into Kyryll. Varka was longer than other partners had been. Breaching further into Flins than he even thought possible. Working him until Kyryll was trembling, until his hips met the other's. He felt so light headed, but he didn't want it to stop. It felt like he was both burning like a raging inferno and seconds from extinguishing. 

It was both too much and not even close to enough. Claws gripping tight to Varka's forearms, holding onto him as if for dear life as Varka slowly pulled out. Leaving just the head of his cock within him before he was smoothly pushing back within, keeping his pace even and slow despite how much it felt like he was melting. The sheer amount of willpower it took to not rail him into the sheets making his bangs stick to his face. Watching himself press in and out of the other's body, their position giving him the perfect view of how Flins' body swallowed him.

Each thrust earned Varka another whimper, another breathless moan. Flins cock dribbling an obscene amount of precum between them, neglected against his belly. Just a bit more. Thats all it took. Another damned crash in the hallway from only archons know what resulting in a particularly harsh thrust. Oh, but the sound it got from Kyryll was heavenly. The snap of Varka's hips against his only grew stronger, faster, rougher. 

Kyryll wasn't sure he was going to make it. He was going to extinguish. His flames were going to go out. Whimpering so pathetically the moment that heat in his belly finally become too much. Thighs shaking as his back arched, pulled taut like a bow ready for war. Even he felt the searing heat of his own cum as it splattered across his belly and even up his chest and over his neck with how folded Varka had him. 

The sounds he made as Varka kept fucking him were nothing short of pornographic. He was sure he'd get a noise complaint now. But he couldn't bear to stop, not with how Flins body kept trying to pull him deeper. He was so soft, warm, and wet inside. It felt nearly impossible to stop, even when Flins moan's became choked whimpers of overstimulation. Just a bit longer. 

Kyryll was completely gone, he could see it in his eyes. Looking but unseeing. "Flins. Look at me, baby." That soft request was enough to make his eyes focus just a bit, just enough to meet Varka's as the man leaned down to steal one more kiss as he buried himself as deep inside as possible. Groaning into Kyryll's mouth as he poured his all into him.

They were in that position for a while, almost as if Varka wanted to keep him there, stuffed full of his cock and cum. But all good things must come to an end. Slow as he pulled out, released with a soft wet 'pop'. He'd done a number to the lightkeeper. Glamour completely dropped, slightly gaped with his body desperately trying to close as cum slowly dribbled out from inside. "Fuck. You're stunning." 

Varka's words a whisper, but the truth behind them made something in Kyryll's chest settled, forcing himself to breath. But his breathing was far too calm for the state they were both in. Though Varka made no mention of it. Leaning forward to press a kiss to the other's forehead. How odd. Despite everything, his hair was still dry, not a hint of sweat despite the physical strain they'd both experienced. Oh well, another little quirk. 

Kyryll whined, watching Varka pull away and return with a damp towel from the bathroom. Gingerly spreading his thighs against to clean him up this time. "You'll have to tell me what brand that lube is." 

What an odd thing to say. "Varka. I do not need lube. I make plenty myself when aroused." 

"...what?" Both stared at the other, each just as confused. "Huh... Alright. Well. I guess I'll have to work even harder next time and see just how wet I can make you." 

"Please at least wait until I am out of my uniform before attempting such. I am not even sure how I'm going to get that stain out of the pair I arrived in. I didn't exactly bring a spare outfit, Varka." Flins admitted, getting enough strength back in his body to sit up on his elbows. His legs were a completely different story. Getting just enough strength to bring himself up into the bed proper. 

"Alright, alright. I suppose I can have some form of patience. I'll be back in a bit, I'm just gonna rinse this towel out." He was careful as he stood, his own body sore from the sheer physical demand of making the other a pillow princess like that.

Kyryll only idly nodded, getting himself comfortable. Varka was kind enough to offer his bed, though truthfully, he far preferred his lantern. But, he didn't truly mind. Watching the other man saunter back and join him. Reaching past him to shut off the small lamp on the nightstand, plunging them both into the soft light of his lantern by the desk. 

He was prepared to rest, blinking his eyes open when he felt the other wrap an arm around him, pulling him just a hint closer. The brief tension in his body quickly melted, taking a deep breath before he sighed. He could get used to this. This warmth and comfort of someone guarding his back, of the weight of someone else's arm over his waist. 

"...Good night, Varka." 

"Rest well, Kyryll." 

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The day was still warm. The sun was setting, yet the heat still clung to him. It warmed his skin, made his clothes feel almost stifling. The only relief he felt was when he was careening through the air. Grapple hooking onto the next available hold, flinging his body up high into the air. After such a long day, sometimes he just needed quiet. Some kind of peace. And if Ajaw was still napping away in his watch, he could even be fortunate enough to watch the sun setting in peace in his favourite place. Their day had been far busier than usual, nothing but one odd job after another, with mora worth the time and effort. Boots crunching as he landed on the path. Empty as usual, good. Taking a slow breath as he turned. 

Kinich was quick to disappear off the path, finding a pleasant place to just sit in the shade of some trees along one of the cliffsides. Slow to settle, mostly because of how sore he felt. He could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly giving way, melting into where he sat in the grass. There was an odd comfort in the way he felt he could just disappear into nature. How the grass below cushioned him, how the warm air began to cool as the harsh Natlanese sun set, how the tree supported him from behind. Nothing but the sound of nature around them. Little could disturb the hunter. A slow, deep breath taken before he was audibly sighing. Little could ruin this peace-

"We thought we would be home by now! It's hot and nothing has gone right today! Servant! We demand to know why we are still out here!" Nevermind. There was always something, wasn't there? 

"Can't you just be quiet and be glad it's over for today?" He sighed, lightly batting Ajaw away from where the pixelated dragon hovered around his shoulders, not wanting to listen to more of his complaining. This only resulted in another one of his tantrums, ignoring how Ajaw yelled. It was almost comical how red he got over the slightest offense. 

"No! We can't! You promised!" That made Kinich pause, brows furrowing before he was looking to the dragon. Pausing as he found himself almost nose to nose with what was no one else but himself in shape. Leaning back as Ajaw pointed a clawed finger at him, tail whipping around behind him. "You said we would get to enjoy 'quality time' tonight! You promised us that we'd get a reward if we behaved today!" 

Kinich's lips pursed, watching his own form, with Ajaw's obvious additions, sit back and cross his arms. Seeing his own face press and puff into an angry pout was odd. It didn't feel real. Ajaw had already begun ranting again, but his words were going in one ear and out the other. Was it vain to think the other looked pretty when angry when the dragon had taken his form to have a human shape? Ajaw's ranting only ended when gloved fingers started to reach out, worried the other was going to send him to timeout again. He didn't know how Kinich would send him off, if he even could like this. The both in a quiet stand still, Kinich's gloved fingers just centimetres from touching the still glaring dragon. 

The silent challenge from one to the other and the beating of Ajaw's tail on the grass. Eclipse like eyes staring back into Ajaw's Maya blues. Kinich was the first to move and break their stand off. Fingers lightly digging into the softness of Ajaw's cheeks, pulling him closer till they were almost nose to nose again. "The day isn't over yet. Wait." 

Releasing him to stand, leaving Ajaw sitting in the grass stunned as Kinich decided to climb up into the tree to get space away from him. Baulking up at him, unsure what to do with this clear dismissal of his want for his reward for behaving. The dragon seethed, hissing up at Kinich, showing the sharp teeth hiding in his maws before he was slinking to sit where Kinich had been in the grass. He could pout all he wanted, it wouldn't stop Kinich from enjoying his own break after a painfully long day. He had forgotten about his bargaining with Ajaw earlier in the morning in the middle of one of his jobs. Well, bargaining felt like stretching the truth. Really he'd bribed him with a 'prize' for behaving that day. Something he was already beginning to regret. 

Kinich could feel Ajaw's tail smacking against the trunk of the tree in his anger, could feel him continuing to glance up at him while the other just tried to enjoy the sunset. Slowly, even Ajaw seemed to finally relax and relent. By the time Kinich glanced down to check him, Ajaw was staring off at the sunset, wearing than complicated look he had whenever he was thinking about something. At least he was quiet. Kinich was slow to stretch himself out on the branch, laying along it like the laziest jaguar Ajaw had ever seen, watching him stretch out from the corner of his eyes. The tip of his tail beginning to wag the longer he looked up at Kinich. The desire to have a body of his own had changed. He still wanted Kinich's body, but in a way he had difficulty describing. Ajaw was a great, many things. But someone experienced in more than his own isolation? There was a reason Imuch' did not interact much with his fellow Dragonlords. The tenth huffed and sighed as he looked away, back to the sunset as pink slowly became one of the main colors in the sky. 

"Alright, Ajaw. Fine, you can get your reward now. What did you want for 'quality time'." The other's voice had become deeper with exhaustion, boots gritting against the bark of the tree as Kinich finally brought himself down. It was getting dark, but still plenty bright enough for him to see. At least, for now it was. Grappling at night was too dangerous, even with the moon as bright as it always was above them. He expected Ajaw to start up again with more of his ridiculous demands. Instead, Kinich occupied himself by staring up at the stars above them. Summer was thankfully ending, he could see it more clearly in the way the stars slowly moved across the skies. Tensing faintly the moment warm hands grabbed onto his waist, solid on his feet despite the little tug Ajaw gave to try and pull him back. 

Ajaw stayed sitting, pouting up at Kinich. Giving him another insistent tug before the human sighed and relented, letting himself be pulled down into the dragonlord's lap. He should've figured he'd be in one of his moods if he was going to take a human form and use so much phlogiston just to keep it up this long. Refusing to relax for a moment, which only annoyed the 'Almighty' K'uhul Ajaw further. Ajaw's arms were tight around his waist, making Kinich rest his back against his chest. He could feel Kinich tense before slowly starting to relax again. 

For a bit, Ajaw was content like that, just sitting with Kinich in the dark, looking up at the stars. And it seemed that even Kinich was starting to relax. His usual workload left little time for physical touch, and even if there was time, he usually didn't tolerate or even want it. But there were times he craved it. Perhaps Ajaw had seen signs he needed it? He didn't like that idea actually, scratch that. He hoped Ajaw was just as oblivious of his feelings and how Kinich felt about anything like he'd always been. At least, that's what he was hoping. Jumping when a hand began to creep up his shirt. 

The sound of his sudden, soft gasp only accompanied by the gleeful thump thump thump of Ajaw's tail. His touch light, faint enough to make goosebumps raise. Kinich's almost frantic look around completely ignored as Ajaw continued to paw at him. Hands slow as they lifted his shirt up higher, leaving no spot of sun kissed skin untouched. "Ajaw- Stop it- What if someone sees us?" 

"Then you'll just have to live with the fact people know exactly what kind of pervert you are, Kinich." Ajaw was insistent, though Kinich's worries were unfounded. At least, in Ajaw's opinion, they were. Who in the right mind would be out here after dark? They only reason they were is because they had camp made in one of the nearby caves and Kinich was oddly obsessed with this spot. Huffing at him through his nose as those clawed, glove covered hands continued their paths along his skin. Bunching Kinich's shirt up towards his collarbone. "If you're that worried about attracting attention, hold this." 

The fabric of his shirt was practically shoved between his teeth, grumbling at the dragon, but making no moves to really stop him. Even lifting his arms up and out of the way, reaching behind the both of them to have them resting behind Ajaw's neck. He felt like he was going to regret this, but the feeling of hands on his skin was enough to make his sense leave him already. Jumping faintly the moment Ajaw slid both hands up to his chest, keeping warm palms on him the entire time. It was hard to focus on the sounds around them with how warm Ajaw's hands felt. It felt like he was melting. Biting harder on the held edge of his shirt as Ajaw groped at his pecs, tweaking his nipple hard enough to make Kinich jump. "That's it, relax, Servant. Be grateful your sovereign is giving you such attention." 

Usually sharp green eyes kept flicking around, glazed over as the warmth Ajaw's hands left over his skin sank down into his belly and stayed there. Each touch felt like it only added more heat to the burning inside. Kinich hadn't really even realized he'd let his head droop forward and exposed the nape of his neck until Ajaw's teeth were breaking skin. The pain sharp and sudden compared to the gentle touch and pleasure he'd been given so far. Flinching hard in the other's lap, wriggling slightly as the dragonlord held him tight, refusing to let him get away. Just this and Kinich already found himself overwhelmed, openly panting into the fabric held between his teeth. Ajaw's tongue already soothing the deep bite he'd left. 

The pain pulsed, but it only added to the heat in his belly. And it was pathetic, Kinich knew there was no real use keeping himself quiet. He was fairly certain no human would be around for a long while yet, and Ajaw kept licking along the bite, just to get more of his pitiful little muffled whines. Hands twitching behind Ajaw's back, but kept out of the way. If Ajaw wanted to grope him as his reward for being good, maybe he could use this as leverage more often? His thoughts were interrupted by Ajaw putting his boot between Kinich's knees, using his own leg to separate them. His face only getting redder, looking away so he wouldn't have to truly acknowledge what they were doing. 

This felt so incredibly out of left field for Ajaw. He should've been more specific with the dragon over what he was allowed as 'quality time'. Leaning his head back to rest on Ajaw's shoulder, feeling the dragon tuck his own chin over Kinich's shoulder to watch what he was doing. He... he could count the stars to try and distract himself! To try and gain even a grain of his self restraint back. But it was useless, as much as he tried to focus on anything else, Ajaw's insistent touch brought him back to how warm he felt. Shivering as Ajaw trailed a claw down the tattoo going down the center of his chest. 

The sound of a zipper being brought down made Kinich's eyes widen, snapping his head up to see Ajaw's claw hooked in the eye of his zipper, teasing it down lower. He moved slowly, wanting to make Kinich anticipate his next touch, to build up the need for it. Tensing his own leg when Kinich tried to shut his, making him whimper at the false illusion of helplessness. They both knew full well Kinich could be rid of him in a wave of a hand. 

"Look at the mess you're making, Kinich. How shameful." He whispered, dragging a claw along the curve of the tent he had in his boxers, keeping his touch just barely there. Just enough to make Kinich want more, watching hips rock up faintly try to and follow him. "What happened to 'what if someone sees us', huh? You're a pervert, getting off on getting molested in the woods where anyone could see you enjoying every second of it."

His words a hissed truth, leaving the mighty Malipo to shiver with the realisation about himself. Making the mistake of trying to close his legs, just for Ajaw's tail to grab the other one and wrench them open again. The way he whined at the forceful tug was enough to make Ajaw grin, nothing but teeth and smug satisfaction at just how well pulled apart he had Kinich. The hand still teasing at his chest forcing him to lift his head and turn to look at Ajaw. And oh, did he adore the sight he was given. 

Kinich, red and wanton, eyes glazed over and teary from Ajaw's physical teasing. It was enough to make the dragon groan, long, forked tongue briefly tracing up the small trail of a tear. He wanted more of his tears, wanting to savour how Kinich trembled and whined in his lap with every light touch. "Delicious. Perhaps you do have some use other than spiting us." 

He could tell Kinich wanted to retort, to say something to defend himself. Just for Ajaw's other hand to finally free him from his boxers, maintaining eye contact with him as he dragged the pads of his fingers along the most prominent vein. He could feel his pulse, every beat of his heart and desire. Those maya blue eyes narrowing in sheer glee at how just that slight touch was enough to make Kinich all but melt all over again. So it was true, you couldn't beat Malipo into submission, oh no, that wouldn't do. What made him fold was a soft, and gentle kind of pleasure. 

Eclipse like eyes watched that far too familiar hand wrap around his cock, pupils visibly dilating. Shivering with anticipation as Ajaw just cradled him for a moment. He'd never considered touching himself with his gloves on, usually they were dirty from his work, but the texture was heavenly. His brows pinched tight under his bandana as the other finally, slowly stroked him. Eyes briefly rolling upwards at the almost divine feeling, breath shuddering as Ajaw lightly squeezed just below the glans. Barely seeing the sharp teeth of Ajaw's smug grin out of the corner of his eyes as Ajaw smeared precum around the tip. 

"You're like a broken faucet, constantly dribbling. Are you that desperate to be fucked?" He murmured, stealing soft kisses along the curve of his ear. Humming as he watched Kinich writhe against him, desperate for more of his touch. Desperate for him to go faster, to hold him tighter, for more than the slow, light touch he'd been adoring. The burning in his belly was only climbing, twisting in on its self and getting tighter and tighter. Panting hard through his nose as he tried to think. "Maybe we should do this more often! You're not nearly as aggravating when you're desperate for it. Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? You like being in this position, don't you, Kinich?" 

His voice becoming a pleased hiss, watching Kinich tense and shiver the moment that long, serpent-like tongue licked along the shell of his ear. Blue eyes shining with glee at how well behaved Kinich had become with just a little pleasure. Each pump of his hand earning another little sound, making Kinich melt further and further against him till he was practically boneless. And it amused Ajaw, it amused him greatly! He loved how enraptured Kinich seemed as he watched Ajaw's hand work him. 

"Pervert." He hissed, pinching his nipple, even going so far as to twist it a bit to make Kinich cry out softly from behind that makeshift gag that was his bunched up shirt. The hunter had become so focused on his own pleasure, he hadn't heard the sound of something approaching, had completely missed Ajaw making direct eye contact with one of the saurians of the woods. Holding its stare before that deep, rumbling growl from deep in his body caused it to immediately slink away and rush off. The only think Kinich seemed to notice at all past Ajaw's hand on his dick was the vibration against his back and the way Ajaw wrapped his free arm tighter around him, completely abandoning his already abused nipple in favour of practically trapping him there. 

"Come on, Kinich. You're already a mess, go ahead and let go, show us just how grateful you are to your sovereign." Another well placed squeeze from Ajaw's hand was all it took to make it feel like fireworks had gone off. He didn't shout, instead it was like someone had cut all of Kinich's strings. Trembling in the dragon's grasp as his vision went spotty. He couldn't hear much past his own heartbeat, legs weakly twitching, belly tensing faintly with each pulse of his orgasm as he shot rope after rope of cum over himself and onto his bare torso. 

The hunter felt fuzzy, mind completely empty for a moment before he was coming to. Glancing to Ajaw before his eyes moved down, giving a pointed look to his belly before they were snapping back up to stare at the dragon, refusing to let go of his shirt and dirty it. "What?"

Ajaw only groaned as Kinich eyes narrowed at him. Scoffing before he was taking his hand and wiping it away without concern. Gross. Of course, Kinich would have to clean himself up later. Finally able to bring his arms back down to his sides as he dropped his shirt, waiting for Ajaw to let go of his legs. "Hey! Don't glare at us like that! You were having a great time not even a minute ago!" 

"And now I'm even more tired and still have to bathe!" He shot back, already batting away at Ajaw's tail to free his leg. Gasping faintly when the weight and warmth behind him was suddenly gone, sending a hand back to catch himself before he fell back and did something as stupid as hit his head on the tree Ajaw had been leaning against. Glaring at the ball of pixels as he floated around him again. 

"Please! We would've cleaned you up properly if you hadn't made us waste so much time earlier! You're lucky we were even able to hold that form long enough for you to finish! Next time, I'll just leave you on the edge! See how you like wasting my time then!" His little tantrums started anew, dropping the royal 'we' in favour of getting under Kinich's skin. Or at least trying to. The hunter only huffed at him as he stood on shaky legs, tucking himself back into his pants and trying to make himself look as appropriate as possible. Just in case they ran into someone on the path again. Sharp eyes resting on fresh tracks, eyes shutting as he took a deep breath and sighed. Dammit. 

"Hey!! I'm talking to you, Kinich! Ah-" The 'Almighty K'uhul Ajaw' didn't get to finish his next rant, already smacked back to timeout for a bit. And by the angry buzzing of his watch, Kinich was sure he'd tire himself out in a bit...hopefully at least.