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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]

"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."