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[suitsahero]

There is only one thing Haurchefant hates more than being the bearer of bad news and that's being the bearer of news when he's not sure whether it's good or bad news. At least with bad news, one can prepare oneself appropriately, know what kind of reaction you're liable to get. But with something like this...

He's given orders to pile the intercessory's fireplace high with logs, to try to make sure that Mikka will not be overly cold, but it seems like the poor Miqote is cold practically everywhere in Ishgard. He comes bearing hot chocolate to go with his... news of an indeterminate sort, having had one of his men fetch Mikka to the intercessory several minutes prior. It's been a habit of his to do so every time he returns from Ishgard, to brief them on how their asylum status is going and catch them up on news of the wider world, when there is any to be had in the isolationist country.

That Haurchefant has asked Mikka to come alone, though, is unusual, potentially giving away that this is no ordinary debriefing. Still, Haurchefant manages a sunny smile for the Warrior of Light as he pushes his way into the room with the chocolate,

"Sorry I'm a bit late! I had to make sure the chocolate was just right," the smile hedges more entirely genuine, touches his eyes as he sets the mug down in front of Mikka, "It is good to see you again, friend, though I suppose it has been only days since last I did. I confess, I've grown too used to it."

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[suitsahero]

Haurchefant is perfectly capable of being suavely romantic, taking the time to slowly seduce someone and adore them properly. Mikka has seen this firsthand. But he's a complete pushover, it seems, utterly weak to having that turned around on him. He melts against him with a soft, shaky moan, seeming every bit as delighted with Mikka winding his arm around him as with the other touches, intensely responsive.

There's no way he's going to be able to stop himself from writhing a bit in those arms the longer it goes on, hard against Mikka's thigh, hips moving slowly in a friction that seems a lot more for it's own sake than building to anything, but also definitely quite the escalation from what they were doing. His hands slide against Mikka's body, but not to any real end, touching distractedly to touch,

"Fury..." he murmurs softly, "you feel incredible."

[darlingdatura]

Mikka was well aware that between the two of them, Haurchefant was definitely the more suave one. Well aware that he wasn't nearly as experienced as the elezen was. Which made it all the more thrilling the way that his attentions were received, how Haurchefant just seemed to all but fall into the sensation with those lovely sounds that just set Mikka's tail frizzing with delight to hear, pupils rounding more than a little.

A low noise won from him in turn as he felt the tell-tale erection against his thigh when he realized what it was, a flush coursing through him at the idea of the man being so very taken with just this.

"D-do I?" Mikka mused in a teasing tone, teeth exchanged for the soft, almost soothing of his tongue where he'd been nipping a moment before, just experimenting with the way Haurchefant might respond to different attention. And maybe the hand not on his other ear was slipping down to shyly palm at his ass, but then Haurchefant had done much the same before!

[suitsahero]

The wet slide of Mikka's tongue against his ear gets a deeper, more desperate sound out of him, a full body shudder following. There's dimly a thought that this might be too much, that he should try to maintain some control over himself, but his ears are sensitive and every time the thought surfaces, there's another bolt of pleasure and he finds himself completely unable to follow it to any kind of completion or action.

The noise he makes when that's coupled with the hand on his ass turns sharper, more of a cry than a moan and despite his best efforts, there's definitely at least a single roll of his hips that's a lot more like the motions of sex than just a bit of friction. That, at least, he can get back under control after that one moment-- though if that, too, fascinates Mikka, he can easily cause more of those motions with a bit more squeezing and exploration.

"You... you little tease... Fury..." nothing about his tone seems to indicate that that's a bad thing or that he wants him to stop. It's breathless, instead, delighted, but just in case, "I do so adore... everything about you..." follows that between gasps for air.

[darlingdatura]

It wasn't really a thing Mikka had considered, what he might be like in a more intimate setting like this. He'd always had such a hard time imagining it, but he found he liked teasing Haurchefant, liked winning those little sounds from him, the way the taller man's body quivered for his inexperienced attentions. It definitely soothed any worried that his inexperience might frustrate Haurchefant at least, which just meant that breathless accusation just earned a soft laugh from the miqo'te instead of any sort of concern, warm and amused against his ear as he traced up the outer edge.

"Do you?" He crooned, finding again that he did so love to hear that, especially from Haurchefant of all people. That he was liked, adored was everything he could want especially in this moment. "You adore me that much?"

Mikka certainly wasn't quite ready to realize that it would be so easy to slide into too much from here, not with the elezen so warm against him, hand curiously moving over his well-formed ass in a simple want to touch and just enjoy this moment that was for them, and only them.

[suitsahero]

That teasing back, the mouth against his ear, the hand on his ass, the way Mikka was so innocent and yet so easily able to fall into something like this, merciless... For a long moment, he's completely helpless to it. His moans shade richer somehow, and he can't help how that first roll of his hips turns into another, another. It's too much everything he loves about sex, the combination of tenderness and teasing, intimate and sweet, and what actually brings him back to himself isn't any form of sanity reasserting itself, but the realization that he's about to start begging for more than this.

He gasps a breath in, instead and then rolls them with a breathless laugh, pulling Mikka up so he's sitting just above his hips, just a little too high for him to find any kind of friction against him.

"You little minx," it's the same playful tone as before, with a slight growl to it, and he looks entirely debauched like this, robe open with the motion and hair mussed, spread across the pillows. Mikka gets a moment to admire him like that and then he's pulling him down for a heated, dirty sort of kiss, putting all of sexual "frustration" of them moment before into the press of his tongue in his mouth, the way his hands tangle in Mikka's hair and slide against his skin.

"I want you so badly," he manages between kisses, grasps at one of Mikka's hands so he can bring it to his mouth, kiss his palm, wrist, mouth trailing along the thin skin of his arm, "I want to kiss my adoration into every part of you, I want to worship every. inch. of skin," each of the last is a kiss to a new patch of skin, "That is how much I adore you."

[darlingdatura]

It would be so easy to go beyond whatever tenuous limits had been set, with the way that response just shot a whole new jolt of lust through the little miqo'te along with an eager little shiver as he continued on with soft little nips and swipes of his tongue.

At least until Haurchefant seemed to rally some bit of sense for whatever cause, a low chirp of surprise coming from Mikka as he found himself so easily shifted to perch over the elezen instead. Definitely admiring the look of him, unaware of his own appearance, shirt wide open and fallen down his arms, barely caught against a shoulder, cheeks flushed, ears akimbo, pupils blown much wider than they had been. Lips parting on what was likely some manner of reply before he was being pulled in, the kiss heated enough, intense enough with that frustration and the warm press of Haurchefant's tongue that he melted into it with a ragged little mewl, more than eager to share in that.

And even more caught up in those soft words offered between kisses, utterly unresisting as Haurchefant's mouth found his hands, and started that slow trail up in a way that was almost somehow more intense than the kiss before, setting his skin about alight with need. "I c-can't say anyone has ever adored me as much as you do."

[suitsahero]

"Good," he growls out, hot and possessive, "Everyone should adore you, but I can't deny I would be cross to find myself bested," he's reached the inside of Mikka's elbow and nibbles at the thin skin there, then drags the opposite hand up to repeat the treatment on the other side, starting from his palm,

"I certainly find no delight in any misery you might have had, but I cannot deny how much it thrills me to be the first person to show you what it is like to have such a devoted admirer," it's said ardent and earnest, though the teasing returns a moment later, "And if my reward for my devotion is to be so gifted as I was but a moment ago, I shall count myself the luckier of the two of us for it. I cannot wait until I can allow you do to whatever you will with me."

[darlingdatura]

"No one could best you." Mikka insisted, feeling quite honest in his assessment. Even before this shift, he had never before met someone even remotely as earnest and open in their affections and friendship towards him. And it just made him wildly happy the more it sank in that with their marriage, that affection would be his always no matter how greedy he felt in that realization. Not that it was easy to keep a hold of such a thought with that soft, raspy little laugh won for the scrape of teeth against his inner elbow.

"You have always been so wonderfully sweet to me that I cannot even imagine anything else but having every reason to... reward you." The last bit was a bit more shyly said with that pink cast to his cheeks, but the smile that came with it was genuine, warmth clear in his gaze. "Even if I should argue that between us I clearly am the luckiest."

[suitsahero]

Haurchefant releases Mikka's arm once he's made it to the elbow and stretches a bit under him. It's a little showy, deliberately, even more so the way the robe has twisted around him, providing little in the way of either warmth or modesty at this point,

"Well, I suppose it would be folly to argue that point," he concedes, and it comes across as lofty and arrogant with the stretch, until he finishes, slides his fingers across Mikka's cheek into his hair again, more cradling the side of his head than anything else, "You'll join a short list of people who think so. I cannot say I am anything other than thrilled to have you on it." And then his smile shades a bit wicked again,

"Believe me, I shall enjoy working for that reward every bit as much as the reward itself," as he drags him back down again for another kiss.

[darlingdatura]

"Why argue when you know I'm right?" Mikka replied, playing a bit at ego himself with a playful grin, unable to help the way his gaze slid over Haurchefant when he stretched out so, admiring the elezen.

He melts into the gentle touch of his companion's hand, his own smile shifting to something a bit softer as he nuzzled against his palm. "No matter that the union comes from practical origins, I cannot say that I am anything but so very happy to find I'll be marrying you."

Not that he had much time to say anything beyond that gently sweet sort of admission with Haurchefant teasing so, tugging him back into another kiss that he welcomed gladly."

[suitsahero]

The mood seems playful enough to tease,

"And I shall be more than happy to play the role of dutiful husband," there's very clearly a more sexual overtone to that than sweet, though it mellows a moment later, a soft chuckle melting it into warmth, "I'd not thought to marry either the most renowned warrior in the realm or the loveliest adventurer to ever cross my path, nor thought either could be someone I would be allowed to care for so deeply. Truly, I care not for such practical considerations so long as you are certain," and there's the tone again, though Haurchefant is always sincere, it seems impossible for him to stay over-serious for very long, "and well-satisfied, of course."

[darlingdatura]

"Something tells me that you'll be a wonderful husband." Mikka mused, a hand smoothing in an almost curiously shy way down his front, pausing where he could feel the beat of Haurchefant's heart under his palm. "And I'm quite certain."

Added with a renewed blush as he leaned in again for another kiss, finding himself unable to resist now that he knew how much he liked kissing the elezen. "And will undoubtedly be well-satisfied if you've any hand in things."

[suitsahero]

Haurchefant chuckles, low and warm,

"I would hope I'll have more than just a hand in things, eventually," he quips, despite all of his forthright flirting, it's one of the more outright dirty things Mikka's heard him say. He's still chuckling softly when he's kissed and it's an interesting give and take, the way that he can both seem forward to the point of forceful, but also just melts whenever Mikka decides to take the lead.

[darlingdatura]

Haurchefant can tell absolutely when what he said hits his little companion from the startled little chirp that slips out, or the way his ears prick.

"P-positively wicked, that's what you are." He accuses, though in a sheepishly amused tone rather than with any true upset. Face flushed as he nuzzled in against the elezen's throat, tail twitching behind him. "Not... that I mind it. I would... hope that too."