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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]

"All the same..." he doesn't want to make him change his mind, far from it, after all, it's his idea as well. But hearing Mikka say it makes him realize there's a door that he desperately doesn't want to close. "I would not have you leave my presence unsatisfied. Perhaps a small hint of the 'explicit', then, just to make sure you can sleep," the tone is light, teasing.

He will wait for an answer, but regardless of what it is, the next step is the same,

"Now, I believe I promised something out of a romance novel..." it's all the warning Mikka gets before he's being scooped up, one arm behind his shoulder and the other his knees and lifted like he weighs nothing at all, Haurchefant more than strong enough to stand like this without any difficulty. Knowing that there are lines in place, that they have something agreed upon even if it's somewhat nebulous, gives him the courage to push in other ways, to ask a bit less and still be sure of his welcome.

That leads to him feeling fairly secure about carrying Mikka over to the bed and then rolling them both down to it while he steals another kiss. He doesn't deepen it too much, wants to leave the attention on his warmth above Mikka, braced so his weight isn't down on him, so there's still some space between them but Mikka can still feel him above him, and the feel of his fingers hooked under his thigh, guiding his leg around the outside of his own.

[darlingdatura]

Mikka couldn't help the way he blushed even more at that soft, playful sort of offer, ears pricking under Haurchefant's gentle fingers as he smiled shyly.

"I-it wouldn't do if I wasn't able to find rest tonight, it's true." He agreed in a soft, agreeable tone, a thrill of curiosity and admittedly a bit of arousal at what his companion might have in mind.

He knows he's small and easily hefted, but it still surprises a raspy little laugh from him when he's borne up so easily, fingers curling in Haurchefant's lounging jacket. "Aye you did promise, and you definitely are the sort to keep your word." He replied teasingly as he was carried, gaze brightening a bit at being laid down across the bed, though his attention was quite taken by the kiss that followed, a thing he melted into willingly. Not resisting the guidance of Haurchefant's hand on his thigh, tail swishing to curl against his arm in a restless sway as he basked in the new but entirely enjoyable sensation of what it felt like to have the elezen over him like he was. Safe, and warm, and comfortable in a way that might tease out a few bits of purring here and there.

[suitsahero]

Safe and warm and comfortable is precisely what he wants at the moment. There are other ways to do this, things he dearly hopes he might tempt Mikka into at some point, but right now, in this moment, he wants nothing more than to make sure the other is feeling secure and happy. He chuckles softly at the curl of a tail around his arm, expression very openly enchanted by it, and he rubs at the base of one of Mikka's ears,

"It's hard not to just treat you like a cat, when you make noises like that," he teases, his mouth starting to trail back down Mikka's neck. He's kneeling and leaning over such that if he tips his weight a bit into his own shoulder on the bed, it's no issue to pet Mikka with one hand and start finding ways to loosen his shirt with the other, to give him more space to trail kisses. If he ends up having to just pull the whole thing off him, he will, but if he can get it open or down one shoulder a bit instead, he'll do that.

"I've wanted you in my bed since nearly the moment I met you," he murmurs into the newly revealed skin, "But I confess, it's even more delightful than I thought it might be."

[darlingdatura]

It was a rare thing nowadays for Mikka to feel even half as comfortable as he did here in Haurchefant's bed even without the way the elezen was petting his ear, which had his head tilting into the attention, gaze partly lidded. And if the chuckle that followed that teasing admission was a bit distracted, well the touch did feel nice, especially accompanied by the warm trail of lips along his throat.

The shirt isn't anything too complex, wrapping over the front with a simple tie to one side that even without undoing would be easy enough to nudge from a shoulder to reveal more pale skin to the elezen's attention.

"You have?" Mikka murmured, finding himself surprised by the idea but... pleased all the same, clear in the flush spreading down his cheeks. "Here I was so sure that... you were just being friendly."

It was a bit silly to admit, but it was the truth- Mikka was always good at assuming that people might be less interested in him than they actually were. But it was rather impossible to do here and now, tangled with the taller man as he was.

[suitsahero]

His chuckle to that is warmer even than normal and there's a gentle bite, very much teasing, as though in admonishment for thinking that.

"Well," he admits, "I suppose I do have a bit of reputation for being overly welcoming to adventurers in general. But despite the rumors, I'm not in the habit of just inviting anyone and everyone to a warm bed in my keep." He trails the kisses down a shoulder, then over to his collarbone. "Even from the beginning, you were quite charming. And my admiration has only grown."

His fingers work at the tie to Mikka's shirt almost absently. He's mostly paying attention to what his mouth is doing and the petting of the opposite hand.

[darlingdatura]

There's a soft hitch of breath at the feel of teeth against skin, Mikka winding arms around Haurchefant in turn, fingers carding up through his hair.

"Well, it's not as though I was very aware of that reputation," Mikka pointed out in amusement, a soft rasp to his words at the enjoyment of the sweet comments and the trailing attention. "To me you seemed so terribly charming. Still you seem so, but also maybe a bit more playful than I expected. But... I find I like that."

Not like the tie was done too snug- a couple careful pulls would have it sliding open easily enough under clever fingers, distracted though they may be.

[suitsahero]

Haurchefant makes a low, warm noise to those fingers in his hair in turn and sweeps Mikka's shirt completely open in the next instant, trailing warm touches and the heat of his mouth a little lower. There's no real purpose to the exploration just yet, he doesn't have a destination in mind beyond that he'd gladly kiss every inch of skin, touch everything he can, but if there's anywhere that Mikka reacts favorably to, he'll store the knowledge away for later.

He chuckles to the comment about being playful,

"Uncouthly so, I imagine. Though I am glad you find it attractive rather than silly. I see little reason to dedicate myself to the pursuit of being particularly dour. People are going to talk about me anyway. I might as well give them something interesting to say."

[darlingdatura]

"I don't think there's a thing about you that I wouldn't find attractive," Mikka admitted shyly, a soft gasp slipping from him at the way Haurchefant's attention was trailing, Nothing terribly specific, but then he was already so overwhelmed by the pleasure of the attention overall that picking out his favorite bits wasn't quite there yet. "Quite bold too... I can't imagine taking such a tack with others gossiping about me..."

[suitsahero]

He's trying to not just completely overwhelm Mikka, but he's also so innocent that it's a bit hard not to. Still, he teases at a nipple first with touch, lets him get used to that sensation before he tries the wet heat of his mouth on the other one, his other hand still rubbing gently at Mikka's ears.

He doesn't answer either piece of the conversation right away, but there's a low noise of pleasure at the assertion that there's nothing about him Mikka wouldn't find attractive.

[darlingdatura]

Likely for the best- the conversation was forgotten in the face of Haurchefant's shifting attention, a soft delighted noise slipping from the miqo'te as he squirmed. From the shiver that coursed through the slim body under the elezen's, and the way his nipples perked almost immediately, it was quite clear that Mikka enjoyed the attention. A soft murmur of Haurchefant's name, fingers slipping closer to run along the edge of his ear. More accident than design, but once he realized what his touch had slipped against it did shift to be a bit more purposeful.

[suitsahero]

He lingers there a long moment, the intention to tease and play until there's a (hopefully breathless) protest before he moves on. He doesn't get that far, though, because once Mikka is playing with his ears in return, he loses focus almost immediately, moaning softly against his skin instead. The deliberate tease of his tongue turns to a warm, involuntary nuzzle,

"Mmm... more of that, please," he's completely unashamed about it, now that there are at least the suggestion of ground rules, the promise of welcome, "They say some Elezen can reach the heights of pleasure with that alone," he teases a moment later, "I've no idea if it's true but I... mmm... I find it hard to disbelieve, if nothing else..." His ears seem especially sensitive around his earclasps, as well.

[darlingdatura]

Mikka couldn't help the wash of warm arousal through him at the response he wins from Haurchefant, the rich sound of pleasure and the way his focus just immediately seems to fray quite compelling to the little miqo'te.

"Maybe we'll just have to find out?" He offered in a shy but undeniably playful tone, shifting under his lover to set teeth lightly against an earlobe on one side, while on the other fingers gently tweaked the tip of his other ear. He had no idea if the rumor was true, but if Haurchefant was clearly enjoying this attention then he saw nothing wrong with a little bit of an experiment here.

[suitsahero]

Mikka's fingers get one set of responses, clearly good, the skin there sensitive to the point of distraction, but his mouth gains a soft cry, sharper, rich with pleasure. He can't fully keep his weight off of Mikka at that, body seeking his completely instinctively, needing to squirm closer. Haurchefant is making a valiant effort to not just grind on him, but the longer Mikka either nibbles or licks at his ears, the more that battle is lost.

If how he wants Haurchefant is an absolute mess, he's figured out at least one way to do it, clever words and a suave, romantic plan giving way incredibly quickly to soft moans and the distracted press of his lips to whatever skin they land on.

[darlingdatura]

Mikka definitely liked making other people happy and clearly this was a thing that branched into making Haurchefant feel good in this new exploration. He can't help the way his ears prick, or his tail frizzes in response to the sounds he wins from him, the way the elezen just seems to forget himself in the sensation, a bit more purposeful in that tug with his teeth, a soft little rasped out noise of pleasure of his own washing over the skin as his hand moved to stroke along the edge of Haurchefant's ear around the clasp he was wearing, free arm sliding around his waist as if to encourage that closeness. No real artful design to it, more than just that gentle sort of eagerness to be able to share something so nice with the man.

[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."