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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.]

The same as I without you I wager.

[But he doesn't have long to respond otherwise because he's getting picked up and dropped with an indignant yelp, reacting just as Emet wants.]

Brat!

[But he sits up, adjusting the curtains to allow the view, the breeze, but block the direct sun.]

Of course I am.

[He lies down on his back and waits for him, arms open.]

[He finished fussing with the arrangements and shuffles over on his knees to lean over Emet, brushing his fingers through his hair and bending down to kiss his forehead.]

Well, I would not have you be anything else but you.

[Tugging on his waist to lie on him, but not forcibly.]

Come here. You can spare me shade in much closer proximity.

[He straddles him, laying comfortably on top of him, though he crosses an arm over Emet's chest and uses it to prop his elbow, lifting his head to lean on his knuckles and just looking down at him a moment from here, completely adoring and drinking in the sight.]

Now are you comfortable?

Quite.

[Running a hand up his back and neck, tangling it in his hair for a few moments. Just enjoying the feeling of it before he scratches at the base of his neck.]

How I've missed that smile.

[He sighs in contentment and sits up a little more, lifting his hand to brush fingers through Emet's hair, down behind his ears and back up along his jaw.]

I believe my goal was to adore every inch of you.

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