firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

[He props up on his chest looking down at him, mocking tone all the way.]

Strenuous or no, I'm not doing my duty correctly if you have wandering thoughts of moving after merging. I would be terribly hurt.

[He cups his cheek, scoffing.]

As if I could contemplate moving once we are entwined. I almost suspect ulterior motives behind such words. Should I insist we both be properly and strenuously worn out?

Now you understand.

[Leaning down to kiss him softly before resuming his lean over him, staring. Just forever grateful for his presence.]

[He returns the soft kiss, then brushes his fingers through Emet's hair, looking up at him in quiet adoration. He loves this man with all his heart and it does show.]

As you are likely to burn if we stay out for any strenuous activities, should we relocate?

The umbrella should suffice enough to keep the worst at bay. Proper shade as well. We did pick a location with the most direct sunlight.

Though now I do wonder what strenuous activity you were referring to.

[Lying his head against his chest again.]

A rousing round of basketball naturally.

[He pets his hair!]

[He laughs.]

I have been practicing you know, and I have the benefit of Garlean precision.

Why did you pick that form again?

It blends in well.

[Says the guy who was always "the suspicious and conspicuous stranger in black robes and a mask"]

Yes, that must be it.

Though now that we have talked about my woes, are there any that are present on your mind?

I cannot think of any we have not covered. Or that I wish to speak on, really. I am tired of grief, and yet need time to process. I am also still giddy with relief and your presence.

Just as you claimed me for the day, in turn I have laid claim. Be it grief or joy, I am here to listen, to soothe, to be whatever you need me to be.

But you need not fill the silence, as I said earlier to bask in your presence is nearly enough. And to feel you.

[He brushes hands above his heart and across his collar.]

You are just as I need you, always.

[He captures that hand, turns it up and kisses Emet's collar.]

And yes. Jests of basketball aside I would have all of you, bask in all of you, your heart, your presence, your laughter and tears. To indulge in your body now and soul later, if you wish.

[He does slightly shiver at the mention of indulgences and the kiss.]

Please.

[It is nice to seem him react so, pulling his hand up gently to kiss his inner wrist.]

You say that so sweetly. It does make me wish to tease you more. But how would you like to be indulged?

I have found recent events have left me feeling viewed unfavorably.

[He watches, eyes half lidded. He does not move his hand or his arm, but he does slip a his knee between Lahabrea's thighs.]

Adoration will do.

[He brushes his fingers over Emet's palm and then down his wrist, pushing his sleeve back to kiss up his inner arm halfway to his elbow.]

Adoration I can provide and more. But I will not have you burning in the sunlight. The umbrella or another location we will need.

[He watches with such intent as he moves up his arm with those kisses, as just a bit of color blushes his cheeks.]

The umbrella then as I don't have an inclination to move. As for the rest of the sun, well, I will have you to shield me, won't I?

[He scrapes his teeth lightly against Emet's inner elbow, breath warm on his skin before he pulls back and kisses his fingertips.]

You will indeed. Though if you do not wish to move I will have something delivered instead.

[He has so many points they might as well be used for indulgence?]

[He sucks in a sharp breathe through his teeth at that, fingers curling slightly. With his free hand, he traces the shell of Lahabrea's ear, just barely there. Humming contently.]

Adore me, Lahabrea. Adore me in a way only those who have shared the burden of eons relying on each other, supporting, ever lifting the other up can.

[He does go a little pink at the touch, but mainly he is lifting his hand to brush Emet's hair back, fingertips tracing an eyebrow, his cheek, his lips.]

You need only ever ask, my dearest heart.

[He does sit up, gently coaxing Hades to drape on his shoulder.]

But I shall do so with your comfort foremost. Give me a moment.

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[He does drape, but he will hardly be still. He kisses his neck, his ear, tongue tracing on the outer shell.

He simply has to type after all!]

[Of course Emet-Selch is like this. He does elicit red cheeks and a soft whine of half protesting enjoyment as Lahabrea fiddles with his phone, determination seeing him through to the purchase of what he wants, despite the unhelpful but very nice distractions.]

You are full of mischief.

[Is it a complaint? He doesn't know himself as he sets the phone down and tangles his fingers in Emet's hair to lift and turn his head to kiss his lips, light and soft before whatever he just bought gets delivered.]

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[He deepens the kiss, threading his fingers in Lahabrea's hair pulling and tugging. He's being needy, and he knows it. Allowing the walls and guards he's put up around himself drop bit by bit, so he can enjoy this without reservations.

He hardly cares what Lahabrea bought. He just wants him.]

[It is what he asked for and he's glad of it. All he wants is the comfort and joy they can being each other, and he kisses Emet deeply and passionately, holding his head cupped at the back.

Neither of them get to see the delivery method but when they break for air there is a a cute cabana or something like that. Cushions and shaded cover with curtains that won't block out light much but will protect Emet from the sun while being comfortable. And they don't have to give up the view or ocean breeze.]

I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to move a few steps. I'd carry you but, alas.

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[He runs knuckles along Lahabrea's cheek with a amused chuckle when he sees the purchase.]

You spoil me and understand my heart like so few do. Ever calling it gentle when others would label it cruel and cold. What would I do without you?

[He stands and picks him up instead, dumping him a bit unceremoniously among the plush just to get a rise from him as he lays down beside him.]

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