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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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[darlingdatura]

Mikka hadn't thought about it, but was quietly pleased to have Haurchefant sit with him, especially with the warmth of the arm around him, how nice it felt to be tucked in against his side as he investigated the meal.

As chilly as things were outside the warmth of individual rooms, he gravitated towards the mug of broth at first, knees drawn up, both hands around the mug as he snuggled in just a bit. Enjoying the warmth, enjoying the peace, enjoying the solid comfort of Haurchefant there with him.

"Oh she would, if I let her fuss so," Mikka mused with a wry smile. "She's got so much to juggle without needing to mother me on top of it... and besides that my schedule is so hectic it would be near impossible. Most of the time I was already back out the door before I was able to do more than take stock of who was there when I returned from whatever task distracted me..."

He had to be independent. If he was to be this important warrior he had to be able to take care of himself... right? The rest of the Scions had enough to worry about without having to chase him down about meals or rest.

[suitsahero]

Perhaps someone else might easily not have picked up on the subtle word choices there, the tone, but they are enough alike that reading between some lines, at least, is easy, and knowing what to do about them even easier.

So he drops a soft kiss on the top of Mikka's head, right next to one of his ears,

"Well, then I am even more honored that you let me fuss a bit. It gives me great pleasure to be able to do so. Helping to take care of you is a joy, and one I am glad you grant me.

[darlingdatura]

Not that Mikka had quite realized that detail yet. Most if they did pick up on what was being said didn't push, figuring the miqo'te had his reasons for being as he was. Or simply not feeling they knew him well enough to say anything regardless.

The kiss definitely softened his opinion, a soft smile creeping over his lips, a faint flush staining his cheeks pink at the reply Haurchefant offered.

"You're going to spoil me." He mused, though he certainly didn't sound upset by the idea.

[suitsahero]

"Mm. I certainly hope so," he rejoins, warmly, "Nothing gives me more pleasure than seeing the people under my care happy and well-taken care of. Knowing that I was able to do that for you would be an even greater happiness, and one I hope you will continue to permit me."

"Now eat," he pushes, gently, though the tone is still soft and sweet, "and I'll endeavor to mostly keep my hands to myself while you do."

[darlingdatura]

"Is that what I am?" Mikka murmured, though he sounded if anything, somewhat pleased at the idea. "Under your care?"

He lets out a soft laugh at the assurance, but did indeed turn his attention for the moment to nibbling a bit more at the food on offer, trying not to get overly distracted by what it would be like should Haurchefant not be keeping his hands to himself.

[suitsahero]

"Of course you are," there's another soft nuzzle against the top of his head and he pulls Mikka closer, "Ever since you came here, all of you have been. But you in particular of course, always. And... moreso now."

There's something almost overwhelmingly affectionate in his voice, warm and soft, when he says that he's moreso under his care now. It's just proving out what he had said earlier, that he didn't think he could be married and be indifferent to Mikka.

[darlingdatura]

There was a soft, pleased little chirr of noise at that gentle little nuzzle, the miqo'te quite willing to nestle in even nearer to his companion- his fiancée his thoughts helpfully supplied. If this was the plan, then Haurchefant was his betrothed.

"I... think I like the thought of it." He murmured, finding he did. He had always dreaded ending in a union like his adoptive parents, where they just... tolerated each other because it was easier than separating. That cold indifference that he could never imagine coming from Haurchefant.

[suitsahero]

"Good. I suppose if you didn't, I would genuinely endeavor to not burden you with such things, but I certainly prefer being allowed to care for you. Particularly while you're under my roof, of course, but... in general as well." He sits in silence for a moment, gives him a few minutes to eat.

"It seems a strange and lonely thing you Scions do, to me," he says, suddenly, "A necessity, of course, but in the army, here, you're never without your particular squad, a group of specific people you can depend on to have your back. Even before the Calamity, it was frequent to get caught in the snows, to only have your teammates to rely on and everyone had to watch everyone else's back. It is... lonelier," he admits, "as Commander. I can only imagine it must be even moreso for a man like Ser Aymeric. But it must be most of all for a Scion. If I can ease that loneliness, even for a moment, I should like to."

[darlingdatura]

"I am... used to it, after a fashion." Mikka admitted once a long minute or so had passed, gaze on his hands as he drew his legs up so he could settle more securely against the sturdy warmth of Haurchefant's side. "Being lonely, I mean. I don't quite remember a time when I wasn't."

He laughed softly, a genuine thing if not a bit thin and perhaps brittle. "You'll likely think me childish but 'tis what influenced my choice to become an arcanist, even with their guild being all the way in Limsa. The idea of having a companion a mere wish away... I suppose it was too compelling for me to resist, really."

For the best actually. He'd never been much of a thaumaturge, only tried it out of desperation to try and win some bit of love, of approval from his parents, but his utter failure at the art... well it didn't do much of that.

[suitsahero]

"I don't think it's childish in the slightest to wish for a companion. Is that not what everyone wishes for? I do not think we were made to be alone, any of us. If that was the only way to acquire one, why would you not have taken it?" he takes up carding his fingers through the hair near one of Mikka's ears, not quite petting him, but coming pretty close, "It seems brave to me. To travel to another nation for something you wished for yourself."

But Mikka is sharing, and he has given little in return,

"I can only relate after a fashion, though. I used to long for solitude, when I was a child, where no one was staring or judging. I grew used to it quickly, I suppose, but I still find I enjoy quieter moments all the same." He's not really used to sharing much of his past or his feelings about it and it comes out perhaps even still a bit understated.

[darlingdatura]

"I often felt I was being selfish." He admitted, even as that soft touch to his hair had him positively melting. Not petting yet, but close enough that it clearly counted. "I like your opinion better."

But then Haurchefant was speaking and he fell quiet to listen, gaze soft as he peered up at the Elezen. "Well... I'm clearly the opposite of solitude... but you can be sure there'll be no judgement coming from me."

[suitsahero]

"There are many different ways to be 'selfish'. Not all of them are bad," he muses, but that's a thing he can let drop, it's only really important in how it might soothe Mikka.

"You are," he acknowledges, "but you're the opposite of loneliness, too," he leans down and kisses him, very softly, though he lets his lips linger in the kiss perhaps longer than he ought to for someone who's trying to let the other person eat.

[darlingdatura]

It was soothing, to hear the idea that it might not be a bad thing to be selfish, even if just some of the time. But his attention was caught by the comment that followed, and anything that might be said in response was for the moment forgotten in the face of that sweet, gentle kiss.

A soft hum slipping from him as he leaned into it, a hand slipping up to let fingers curl gingerly against the collar of Harchefant's robe, enjoying the way the kiss lingered, the warmth that it had fluttering through him.

[suitsahero]

He ends up with one of his hands curled over Mikka's where it's curled against his robe and he doesn't deepen the kiss but he does linger, wraps his other arm a little more securely around Mikka's back and tugs him closer.

"Hm... not a good way to make sure you eat enough..." he says, softly, but he also takes another kiss, doesn't really let him go, this one easing gently deeper, his hand soothing up and down Mikka's back.

[darlingdatura]

"Perhaps," Mikka managed in a breathless, amused tone. "But the food will be there after, hm?"

What was the harm? Surely they could indulge in this moment, warm and sweet and so full of the affection the miqo'te so dearly craved, quite happy to be snuggled in close as he returned the next kiss with a soft purr at the feel of the hand against his back.

[suitsahero]

"I said I would care for you..." he protests, but it's a weak protest when he's also pulling him closer, won't quite drag him into his lap but will help him there if Mikka seems like that's where he's headed. He absolutely doesn't stop kissing him, either, warm, lingering ones with just that touch of heat to them, until they're both dizzy with them.

[darlingdatura]

"I certainly feel cared for..." Mikka pointed out in raspy amusement, gaze glimmering with it. And if he did end in Haurchefant's lap? Well it was more accident than design, that want to be closer encouraging the miqo'te in snuggling right in like he belonged there amidst those lovely little kisses being given and received. Dizzy he was at the moment from the feel of it, but he couldn't find a single thing to complain about either.

[suitsahero]

Mikka... probably doesn't understand how sexual that comes out, right? But Haurchefant groans softly anyway and drags him closer. In the end, Mikka doesn't end up on his lap so much as more or less on top of him-- he leans back against the arm of the sofa and pulls Mikka up so he's laying against his chest. It's perfect, at least in Haurchefant's eyes, he can keep one hand in Mikka's hair and stroke the other up and down his spine and just kiss them both completely stupid and the whole thing feels so easy that it's impossible for him to not relax more and more into it.

Haurchefant is genuinely trying to be careful, really doesn't have anything more in mind than this. But the problem with being more relaxed is that you tend to do whatever things come naturally and, in this case, that happens to include sliding his hand down a bit more on the end of one of those slides up and down Mikka's back and pulling him in a little further by his ass.

[darlingdatura]

He's rather skilled at that, at saying things and missing just how someone else might see a double meaning in his words. Not entirely surprising with how he just as easily misses the way others might flirt with him, a thing Haurchefant had doubtlessly noticed. The groan from the elezen sends a thrill through him regardless as he allows himself to be drawn after Haurchefant, nestling willingly against his chest. He can't see a single thing wrong with it, not with how warm the taller man was, the feel of the fingers in his hair, the faint thrum of his heartbeat under Mikka as those kisses continue, the miqo'te purring into them as he returned them with no small bit of enthusiasm.

He didn't expect to feel the slide of a hand moving so low, the curve of fingers against his ass earning a prick of ears and a startled chirp into the kiss they were currently sharing. Not a bad sound, but surprised to be sure.

[suitsahero]

"Mm, my apologies..." he doesn't wholly sound sorry, but he does slide his hand back up to the small of Mikka's back, rubbing his ear a little more for a moment in a softer apology. It might not have been a bad noise, but he's clearly caught the other off-guard and he doesn't really want that, wants anything they do to be wholly mutual and desired. It's a first glimpse as to what he might have meant about them being careful, before.

"You make it hard work to not forget myself," he teases, slides his mouth down Mikka's neck for a moment, leaving soft kisses in his wake. "But I do intend to be a gracious host, regardless. I would not want to push you into anything with my own desires."

[darlingdatura]

As if Mikka seemed like he was upset at all. A soft hum slipping from him at the feel of the fingers working against his ear, lashes partly lowering as he basked in the soft touch, enjoying it with a shy quirk of a smile.

"I'm not entirely sure what I want here..." He replied in a wryly amused tone, unable to help the way that the mouth against his throat had him positively melting with a soft gasp. "B-but I do find I'm enjoying this."

[suitsahero]

"All the more reason for me to treat you with care," he says, but it's murmured against Mikka's neck, the soft tease of teeth following a moment later, the hint of pressure. It's not actually enough to leave a mark, but it's the ghost of the same motions that would.

"And yet, if you would allow me, I would continue to show you new things," there's a low, soft chuckle from him, his hands still soothing, "Have you heard of anything else, such as what you showed me earlier? Perhaps we can start with sating your curiosity. I give you my word, there is nothing you could name I would not be willing to show you."

[darlingdatura]

It admittedly took a moment for Mikka to remember words, at the gentle scrape of teeth across skin, a soft sort of tease that just had a full-body shiver coursing through him, a low noise slipping from between parted lips.

"I... I'm not even sure where to start," Mikka admitted with a raspy chuckle. "What little I do know I heard of from romance novels or hearing others joking in passing."

He still felt foolish that he had so little experience, but then Haurchefant was so sweetly understanding and patient, so willing to help expand his horizons that he felt at least a little more comfortable admitting such things to the elezen.

[suitsahero]

Having Mikka so responsive shivering and moaning and draped all across him is becoming an increasingly difficult distraction to think through. But he needs to, desperately doesn't want to cross a line Mikka doesn't even know exists yet. So he takes a deeper breath and lets Mikka's head settle against his collarbone for a moment, doesn't quite pursue more of the kisses along his neck,

"Romance novels, hm?" he's teasing, but the tone is still heated, clear that this lull is intended as a pause, not him stopping. He lets his mind turn over the possibilities, slipping his hands through Mikka's hair, caressing at his ears for a moment.

"I would like to save something in reserve for our wedding night, wouldn't you?" he manages to say it casually enough, though it warms him from the inside out, but the idea is still so new and absurd that it's easier to talk about it without being wholly overwhelmed by it, "Still, would you like me to steer away from anything more... explicitly sexual?"

"I know," he adds after a moment, "that you likely do not fully know what that means, but trust that I do, and I need to know what you want before you're halfway to getting it. Once I do... I think 'romance novel' is something I can do." There's definitely a smirk in his voice at that.

[darlingdatura]

Part of Mikka doesn't want to stop, wants to experience everything Haurchefant can show him... but a larger part finds the idea of saving some of it for their wedding, like it was a thing they were doing for themselves rather than a cause... that was immediately more compelling to him.

He relaxes against the elezen, all but melting for the fingers working against his ears with a soft hum as he listened to the man speak, nodding slowly.

"Y-yes, I... I think that would be the best way to go about this." Mikka murmured in response. "Save... the more explicit for our wedding night."