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Books.
Raha’s hair smells of books... the sandalwood scent of the cream Yhex’a so gently worked into his tail last night to fluff and soften the too-long fur that had grown matted during his time asleep in the tower. Books, sandalwood, and the sweet, floral citrus of the shampoo Krile had forced into their hands when she shoved them towards the bath the night before, citing that the both of them stunk; Yhex’a of sweat from running up the countless stairs of the Tower, and G’raha for not thinking to bathe before he thought to seal himself away, musk and dirt from the camping that they’d done in the days before G’raha slept.
Now, G’raha is purring, soft and slow, on the cusp of deep, true sleep but just barely awake enough to know his love is beside him, encapsulating him in warmth and love and the silent promise of You will not wake up alone.
Yhex’a breaths in the scent, nose buried in G’raha’s too-long hair pressed right against the nape of his neck, and breathes deep. He’s yet to adapt to the scent of Raha in this body, the scent of a young miqo’te compared to the scent of the Exarch— the scent of silks, books, and the cologne Lyna had purchased to celebrate the last anniversary of the Crystarium’s founding. The scent of an older, more worn thin man, whose skin was thinning in places, whose bright, deep crimson eyes held decades of knowledge behind them— showed nothing but love in the last moments of his life—
Another breath. Slow and deep, to remind himself that G’raha was alive. Alive and well, purring against his chest, a lovely, sweet purr Yhex’a hadn’t heard in what felt like ages— the Exarch’s purr had been raspy and broken compared to this, and it made his own chest vibrate gently with a soft happiness.
G’raha’s hair practically glows in the light shining in through the window over their shared bed in the corner of Dawn’s Respite, and Yhex’a sighs, reaching up to gently card his fingers through soft, red hair. He looks handsome with it long like this, halfway down his back from how it had continued to grow in his sleep, but Raha had complained it too much of a hassle, so ‘twas only a matter of time before he chopped it off. For now, though, he found it beautiful, admiring the way it pooled on the sheets around them, soft red rivers swirled this way and that on pristine white sheets. G’raha truly looks like royalty, bathed in soft, early dawn sunlight and nestled up against him, shoulder bare to reveal the countless delicate freckles dotting soft, flushed skin.
He kisses Graha’s shoulder, unable to help himself, and G’raha hums, purring louder as another kiss sends shivers down his spine. It stirs something in his own chest, remembering how flustered G’raha had been when Krile teased them— expected them to get up to all sorts of things while in the bath, but G’raha refused, no matter how much the lingering scent of their people’s need wafted from him, or how much Yhex’a had implied he would consent to anything Raha wished... he’d done little more than help him wash his back and his hair and brush his tail, all intimate gestures, and he could tell Raha was trying desperately not to let it show how needy he’d been....
Raha had fallen asleep as soon as he hit the pillow, still slick, but too exhausted to do anything about it, and Yhex’a had joined him, falling asleep easily with his love safely by his side. But now, in the wee hours of the morning alone with him, the scent lingers, grows stronger when Yhex’a reaches up to gently rub along the shell of one of Raha’s ears, causing the now-younger man to tilt his head and stretch slightly, murmuring a pleased noise, still not enough to wake, but enough to drag the scent up from under the sheets, and Yhex’a’s eyes dilate, his next kiss on freckled skin almost a nibble, and the hand wrapped around G’raha’s hips now ever so slowly traces down. The actions earn him a sigh, and the scent only grows as his fingers slide underneath the band of Raha’s undergarments, fingers pressing into soft, pale skin as he reaches down, and he pauses, carding fingers now through the soft, fur-like tufts of hair above Raha’s slick, earning a soft hum from his love.
Slowly, he trails kisses up Raha’s neck, soft nibbles over sensitive, once-crystal skin, and he sinks his teeth softly into the skin where Raha’s tattoo is, causing the redhead to gasp when he gives a soft, slow suck. He can tell Raha is waking now, feeling his hips shift just so, like he’s inviting Yhex’a’s fingers closer, feels his breath catching and head tilt at Yhex’a’s kisses, and Yhex’a muffles Raha’s loud moan when fingers glide easily over his neglected clit, sinking deep into his wet heat like they belong there.
“Yhex’a—“
Raha gasps his name, moaning again when their lips part, shifting to his back so Yhex’a has more open access to his folds, and the keeper purrs, locking their lips again sloppily as Raha’s hand reaches to grip at the hairs at the base of Yhex’a’s neck like he’s trying to pull him closer.
“Good morning, love.” Yhex’a hums, pulling back to kiss along his neck again, fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles on his clit. Raha whimpers, hardly even awake enough to process anything but “ More, please— ”
And so more he gives.
The hand rubbing Raha’s ear shifts, tracing gently down his chest to play with a pert nipple, dragging another moan out of G’raha’s throat, Yhex’a’s teeth leaving marks and flushed hickeys in their wake, satisfied to finally be able to marr the Seeker’s neck, something he hadn’t been able to do when skin had been replaced with crystal.
Raha reacts more to external stimulation , he reminds himself, sliding wet fingers in deeper to press against that sensitive spot before pulling them up, making a mess as he rubs slick fingers along folds, purring and catching Raha in another kiss, feeling his back arch off the bed just so as he tries to grind into Yhex’a’s hand.
He continues like that, fingers idly switching between focusing on his clit and simply touching him, making him whimper every time he gets close to his climax, and almost sobs when Yhex’a bites a mark right at the nape of his neck, one of the brunet’s legs shifting to trap Raha’s and keep him from rocking against the hand spurring him closer to the edge each time.
“P-please—“
Yhex’a chuckles before pausing, freezing, and looking towards the door, going almost pale. He quickly shifts to pull Raha closer, tucking his head under his chin and wrapping his clean hand around Raha’s shoulders, fingers still idly tracing lines along his folds as the door to the room swings open, heavy boots giving away their owner as Thancred walks in, though it’s clear he’s trying to be as discreet as possible— everyone knows G’raha had asked Yhex’a to stay the night with him, so it was safe for them to assume the two of them would both be asleep, exhausted after the past few moons— months, even.
“Quiet, love.” Yhex’a presses a whisper against Raha’s ear, purring contently and spreading his fingers on the redhead’s folds, causing G’raha’s breath to hitch as he pulls up a hand to cover his mouth, pressing his forehead to Yhex’a’s chest— Gods, they were lucky the scent of arousal was a scent unique to their kind, a scent only other Miqo’te could pick up on; Thancred was none the wiser so long as they played it off properly...
G’raha’s legs close tight around Yhex’a’s hand, keeping him locked in place as he sighs, passing it off as a grumble and trying his best to act asleep.
“Oh— Did I wake you, Yhex’a?” Thancred’s voice perks up, like he’s trying to be discrete, hand shifting one of the curtains dividing the room so the white-haired male can poke his head through to look at the pair still nestled in bed.
“Mmm, I’ve been awake... G’raha’s still sleeping, though.” His voice is relatively normal, maybe too casual considering what scene lay just beneath the thin sheets, and quieter, as if G’raha truly were merely sleeping, though Thancred seems to pay no notice, smiling and seeming to look at him. “I see— well, I won’t force you to wake him— Tataru’s preparing breakfast as we speak, however, and I’m sure some good food will do you both some good. ‘Tis being served on the balcony over Rowena’s, so try not to be late.”
“Sounds good. Don’t wait for us if food’s ready before we are.” Yhex’a’s fingers idly circle at G’raha’s clit, and it takes everything in the freckled man’s body not to moan and bare himself like this— let someone watch Yhex’a lay claim to what is so willingly given to him, so willing to let Yhex’a take him in any way he wanted, despite how often their roles were reversed. Oh, if his Warrior only knew the thoughts circling in G’raha’s mind now—
Thancred nods, shuffles around for a few more minutes before the door slowly creaks shut behind him, and Yhex’a lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He shifts, turning his head to look down at Raha and give the softest laugh.
“Mmm... you’re soaking, love... did that work you up even more?”
A firm thumb pressed against his clit causes Raha to let out a broken moan, whimpering and gripping hard into the bedsheets, like the fire in his gut is going to boil him alive soon if not quenched.
“Want you— Y-yhex’a, I need ... D-do not torture me so—“
G’raha looks up at him, and it’s the pleading look in his eyes that do it, Yhex’a’s hand begins it’s work anew, rubbing and circling fingers along slick folds, pulling a moan from his love’s chest as Raha easily spreads his legs for the Keeper, shuddering as Yhex’a shifts to nibble along the rim of Raha’s ear, his clean hand shifting to press two fingers to Raha’s mouth, sliding fingers in easily with a soft, choked sound, and Raha looks up at him with the sweetest, dirtiest look as he sucks them down as far as he can.
Raha can feel how worked up his love is, feels Yhex’a’s cock hard against his thigh through the thin night clothes his partner wears, and gods, he wants it— needs it, needs to feel Yhex’a filling him— filling this body, the one that had fallen for Yhex’a all those years ago, so young and eager and tight... this body is much better, perfect for how much he desperately wants to ruin his Warrior.
He feels his back arch, feels pleasure fueling the heat in his gut at the thought. It’s as if Yhex’a knows, finally focusing on his clit proper and pulling his other hand away, fingers gripping at the hair at the base of his neck and forcing his head to the side so Yhex’a can look him right in the eyes— the pain and pleasure and pressure mix perfectly and finally, unable to do anything but look at Yhex’a with such love, make him reach his peak, coming undone with a sweet cry of his love’s name, unable to tear his eyes away from Yhex’a’s as if they were sharing a staring contest, neither willing to tear their eyes away just yet.
Yhex’a keeps moving his fingers, helping G’raha ride through his orgasm and leaning in to press a heated kiss to his lips, catching Raha’s blissed, sweet noises in his mouth, and sinks fingers deep back into that wet heat, settling and rubbing softly as Raha comes down, panting, and Yhex’a softens the kiss, purring deep and nestling his nose into the crook of Raha’s neck, pressing kisses against the dark marks he’s left on his love’s pale, freckled skin.
“Mm... we should get up before Tataru’s breakfast goes cold.” He hums, Raha laughing softly and whimpering, rolling his hips against Yhex’a’s hand again— he feels loved and spoiled, but...
The warmth spread through him alongside the mingling of their scents— the keeper’s more musky scent fills his lungs and settles in his mind, clouding his judgment more than it already was. No, this body was capable of more than one simple orgasm— the heat and fog clouding his thoughts make him feel like he could go all day if Yhex’a let him. That added to the firm hardness pressed against his leg makes him want--
His eyes dilate more, sucking in deep breaths as he looks up at the brunet, and it’s like a switch has flipped, feeling his arms languidly reach up to yank Yhex’a down again, dragging him into another sloppy, needy kiss that lingers not nearly long enough but too long at the same time— Raha needs , and he needs now .
He works his way up, sitting up and tossing the covers aside— they don’t matter now, not when he needs as little contact with anything that isn't’ Yhex’a’s skin as possible, and before Yhex’a knows it, G’raha is yanking down his pants, making him moan at the feeling of cold, morning air on his cock.
“R-raha— what are you—“ He’s cut off when G’raha straddles him, rubbing his soaking clit up the underside of his cock, and he groans, hips jerking up like he’s trying to rut into him. “ Fuck— We won’t be able to hide again if someone walks in to check on us—“
“Let them watch, then.” G’raha purrs, cutting off Yhex’a’s warning and leaning over him, easily shedding the last of his garments as he tosses his top against the wall, grinding his hips against the base of Yhex’a’s cock again. “Let them see how good you fill me— how perfectly you ruin me—“
G’raha slides down on his length easier than he expects— Yhex’a doesn’t consider himself well endowed, but he’s certainly not small, contrasting his height— and G’raha moans, seated perfectly in his love’s lap, savoring the feeling of how perfectly Yhex’a fits in him. A hand reaches to press under his belly button— putting pressure on the tip of Yhex’a’s cock and making him moan.
“Look how deep.... how well my mate fills me up...~”
It clicks.
G’raha’s body had been in stasis— frozen in time for so long as time continued to pass—
Yhex’a’s own eyes dilate as the reasoning for G’raha’s sudden grasp for control settles in. Of course— Expecting G’raha to realize and stop himself after not having one in over a hundred years was too cruel— Yhex’a couldn’t blame him for how easily G’raha’s body reacted, how easily it realized how long it had been since—
Yhex’a remembers the last time this had happened. G’raha had asked if there was a spare room at the Rising Stones for this, begged for privacy and a room to himself for a few moons— Yhex’a remembers the scent, shifting now as G’raha’s eyes seem to cloud more, the scent of need— of heat .
He hadn’t let himself near G’raha during his last heat— knew he couldn’t force himself on the other like that without discussing it with him sobered first. He’d had to excuse himself— spent the week anywhere but Mor Dhona, because he knew if he got close to that room he would not be able to control himself.
But now— Now, Raha is taking as he pleases, fucking himself silly on Yhex’a’s cock, and it drives him further from sanity, further into the same place of mind Raha is in— the need to mate and claim, to feel Raha writhe around his cock until they’re both sated— however many hours or days that may be.
Hells— at this rate, he’ll rut, and they’ll miss much more than just breakfast—
Raha spares no expense in making a show of himself, leaning back and letting the solid muscles of his arms hold him up, rolling his hips and watching Yhex’a’s eyes carefully— while only one can truly see him, he doesn’t want them to wander off of his skin— wants to show off now what he couldn’t show off during his last heat— oh, how he’d wished he’d had the nerve to ask Yhex’a to stay. To stay and care for him, claim him—
The fingers holding Raha’s hips grip tighter, all pad and no nail into plush, soft hips, and Raha hums, making a sweet sound at the feeling until he feels Yhex’a roll up into him, hips meeting with a soft, slick slap, and G’raha gasps, focusing more— Yhex’a’s eyes are blown wide and full, Keeper fangs worrying over his lower lip as he grips into G’raha’s hips more, and control is easily wrestled from him, feeling Yhex’a thrust up into him, hitting that sweet spot once— twice—
The third thrust tips him over again with a broken sob, trying to wrap his legs around Yhex’a’s as if begging him to stay buried in him, only for Yhex’a to lift him by the hips as he slowly recovers from this orgasm and drag him down to the bed, easily swapping positions to lay G’raha bare beneath him, settling between his legs and looming over the Seeker, eyes watching his face carefully as if quietly asking permission.
“Yes— yes please— claim me—“
G'raha’s still trembling, sensitive from his orgasm and yet not sated, so feeling Yhex’a sink into him fast and hard from a different angle drags another moan from his lips, boneless and unable to do anything but let Yhex’a lift his hips and fuck into him, the sounds of pleasure and sex echoing in the room as Yhex’a does as asked, wrapping G’raha’s legs around him and bending closer, face to face and unable to break their gaze once more.
He’s never seen Yhex’a like this, only ever seen him laid bare beneath him, writing around the numerous Allagan toys G’raha had found over the years on the few occasions they’d truly had the time alone to enjoy each other’s company in those ways while still on the First, but staring into his eyes like this, feeling the man above him reaching deep and rough and perfect in every way already have him riled up again— the fog in his mind is parting, working through him and building heat in him again, and he whines when one of Yhex’a’s hands dip to stimulate his clit again, free hand reaching to grasp one of G’raha’s hands and squeeze.
Yhex’a’s hips grow more erratic the closer he comes to his peak, breath mingling with G’raha’s as their lips graze, staring deep into each other until G’raha’s eyes squeeze shut with a whimper, wrapping arms around the Keeper’s neck and softly begging his name, begging for him not to stop— to claim him, breed him—
G’raha sees stars as Yhex’a buries himself deep, warmth spreading through him as Yhex’a’s hips jerk, unloading deep in his partner with a moan as G’raha clenches around him, the redhead finding his peak once more, and they collapse together, struggling to catch their breaths yet neither willing to untangle their limbs to do so.
The fog in G’raha’s head clears, and he blinks, staring up at the ceiling as Yhex’a dozes beside him, curled together much like they’d been when they’d awoken, processing the past half-bell of information now that his mind was cleared.
“—Wait. Did Thancred walk in on you toying with me? A-and— and you kept going!?” His voice almost breaks, and Yhex’a is silent for a moment before his whole body trembles with deep, exhausted laughter.
“You— you only now noticed? Ser Let them Watch You Claim Me ?”
“I— I said that? Out loud?!”
G’raha’s hands reach up, covering his face with a loud groan as Yhex’a continues to laugh, dragging him closer so he can kiss along a freckled shoulder again, bunting him v softly.
“If I’d known your body would try to go into heat, I wouldn’t have worked you up like that, you know.”
“I— h-had I the mind to realize... The fault is mine, I—“
“—Perhaps,” Yhex’a interrupts him, sitting up slightly and leaning over to catch G’raha’s lips in a soft kiss, “We should take a week or two off after this, and we’ll spend some time at my home in Limsa. That way we have some time alone if your body tries to pull this again...” G’raha can feel himself flushing down his chest, whining on about how there’s no way this will happen again!
In their chatter, neither male notices the door open again, and it’s not until Krile clears her throat from the other end of the room that either of them stop speaking, Yhex’a craning his neck over his shoulder to stare as G’raha yanks the covers up over his chest and bolts upright—
“If the two of you are done in here, I believe it’s high time we seal up the gates of the Tower for good, no? G’raha— your new clothes are on the table over here— though I’ll let the two of you bathe again before I ask you to meet me in the lobby.”
Quick and quiet as she entered, she leaves, and the echoes of G’raha’s mortified groans accompanied by Yhex’a’s bright laughter down the hall make Krile giggle to herself as she walks away.