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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.

You have my full and undivided attention.

[Continuing to scratch and pull at his hair lightly as he uses his other hand to cup Lahabrea's ass.]

[He laughs a little, leans back up and well, into that hand, but only really so he can drop his own to the business of unbuttoning Emet-Selch's shirt, brushing his fingertips over his skin.]

And you mine. Feel free to make requests but until then I shall be taking my time.

I'll critique you later. On your form. If you like.

[Even at the small touches he hums out something delighted. Definitely needy as he brings a knee up between his legs still drawing the faintest of design with his fingers on the curve of his ass.]

Though it is simply you. You who I want.

I am hardly asking for that, but if you must.

[He's more amused and fake put-out by the offer of critique. But he does hum at the attention, rocks against Emet's knee as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it away from the man's chest to give himself full access to lavish his attention from neck to bellybutton in kisses and soft touches. Which he starts immediately, beginning at Emet's neck and working down.]

And it is I whom you have. Always.

[He arches into it with a soft sound, those kisses. Not even bothered for once about the scar. He lets his fingers fall into Lahabrea's hair tangling but still keeps up the motion with his knee.]

Keep at it, and I may have no choice but to blush from such attentions.

If I do not make you blush eventually I will have thoroughly failed.

[He rakes his fingertips lightly over Emet's ribs, flicks his tongue over a nipple, still working his way down but taking his time. He really does mean to touch and kiss every inch of him, intent on giving affection to every piece of him.]

Since when were we conce----!

[A high pitched gasp escapes between his lips as his tongue rolls over him. Fingers tighten in his hair.]

[He laughs, breath warm over Emet's skin, and licks again, flicking and rolling the nipple with his tongue, and then leaving it to the cool air to work on the other one, so they can match in attention.]

[He'll get the same sound multiple times them as he breathes deeply between them. He's a little more vocal than before mostly because Lahabrea did ask him to let down his walls, and he is.

He's tugging maybe a little rough on his hair at this point as he pushes his thigh up further between his legs.]

[He does enjoy this, Emet being reactive, open with his desire.

His own breath stutters at the knee, hot on Emet's skin even as he leaves his nipples and makes his way further down, his ribs, stomach, fingers catching the hem of his pants and then undoing his belt while his mouth follows along down.]

[He breaks his gaze when his lips trace over his death scar. It doesn't hurt, but it definitely pulls some bad memories to the surface he'd rather forget.

Though he does arch his back and lifts his hips when his belt is undone.]

I do hope I'll be getting just as lovely a view.

[He is light and gentle with the scar, not avoiding it but not lingering. It is part of Emet-Selch, and he will not skirt it in his attentions. But he is eventually past it, pressing a kiss to Emet's upper hip and sitting up to pull his pants open and tug, intending to get them off.]

Of course. Shall I disrobe for you now before I continue?

[He's appreciative of the care he gives and helps with his disrobing. He will prop himself up on his elbows.]

I would like that.

[He leans down to kiss Emet-Selch's cheek, because the man is too cute to resist, and sits up again, unbuttoning his vest and shirt to drop them aside with Emet's pants.]

While I'm at it, your shirt needs to go.

[Only in his pants now he will reach to pull the shirt off Emet entirely.]

[He will help him tossing it in the pile with the rest, and once that is out of the way he will sit up fully and wrap his arms around him. Tightly. Mortal flesh is still in the way, but it isn't mortal flesh and clothes at least.

And he sighs into his neck, a content sound before pressing a soft kiss there.]

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