[ They paid for it, right? Waste not! And it's actually that thought that finally hits G'raha as their feet hit the sand. ]
Oh, wait--payment?
[ Granted, he's not really slowing down because...it's Arthur. And despite his own code of honor, he would much rather put in an IOU at this point and render payment in the morning.
Gods, in the morning. Could he really go all night--
Ignore the flush. It's clearly the drink.
They pass others who are enjoying the breeze and the sunset, but G'raha's gaze keeps darting between Arthur and the cabins. He had been offered lodgings there as well, but he suspects they're going to Arthur's room. Twelve, he wants to go to Arthur's room. He can still fondly recall the time spent sharing dinner with their comrades back at the Annex--but it had still been Arthur's then. And that made it even more special. ]
[ By which, he means he tried to pay when he requested a bag to put everything in and was told not to worry about it, to the surprise of absolutely no one. For once in his life, Arthur didn’t feel like arguing the matter.
Arthur doesn’t notice G’raha turning red, but that’s only because he has his gaze set squarely ahead at their destination. If he turns to look at him now, the last of his willpower will surely crumble and he’ll make a scene right here on the docks. Thankfully, he does not turn around, and they make it to Arthur’s room without incident – though the moment they are both inside and the door shut behind them, all bets are off.
Their food is left on the nearest flat surface as Arthur turns to crowd into G’raha’s space, backing him against the cabin door. One hand comes up to alight on the miqo’te’s chin, tipping his head up. ]
I do not think you fully understand how much I want you.
[ Of course it's taken care of. Arthur is so good at everything he does, including sneakily taking care of the bill. One less thing to worry about, which only means that G'raha will have to treat him next time.
He doesn't even have a moment to take in all that is Arthur's room--his home away from home for the past few months. No matter how curious he is, all that matters about is that it's Arthur's and the man himself quickly takes up every bit of G'raha's field of vision. His back hits the door as he gazes upwards, his tail thumping against the hollow wood. ]
Oh...
[ He swallows, but he's smiling, boldly putting one hand at the small of Arthur's back. ]
If it's but an onze of how much I desire you, then I may.
[ There's just a short moment of consideration before he reaches out to cup the other man's face and pushes upwards onto his toes to try and steal Arthur's lips in a kiss. ]
[ Arthur is already starting to bend to meet him when G’raha gets up on his toes, and there is an undeniable eagerness in the way Arthur kisses him, lips parting nearly instantly to seek to take the kiss deeper.
He’s trying his very best not to be too much too quickly, but hells, they had all that time on the beach to let their imaginations run wild, it’s proving a difficult task. Arthur’s whole world has narrowed to the man in front of him, how he smells, how he tastes, the delightful softness of his lips.
[ An eagerness that is returned tenfold. G'raha's eyes fall shut as he allows the touch, the taste, and the scent of Arthur to be his North Star. He wants nothing more than to consume and to be consumed, his wildest fantasies all fleeing in the face of this perfect reality.
There's barely a moment of hesitation before G'raha parts his lips, aiming to meet Arthur's tongue with his own. Gods, it's been such a long time since he was this close to someone. He's only hoping that his now twenty-something year-old body remembers the dance moves better than his century-old mind.
His heart, thankfully, meets somewhere in the middle, pushing back against most of his worries with the simple fact that he would stumble upwards to meet Arthur on any plane. He grips the back of Arthur's shirt, both to give himself something to hold onto and to boldly hitch it up one entire ilm. Too soon? ]
[ Please, if anything, Arthur wishes G’raha would hurry up and strip him faster. Though, he does understand that his boyfriend is a century and some change out of practice, so he’s trying his best to let G’raha set the pace.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t give him a little encouragement.
Loath as he is to break their kiss, especially since they’ve just begun to taste one another, he does, pulling away only slightly. Blue eyes sweep over G’raha’s face, slightly luminous in the shadow cast by their closeness. The only trace of what the Light of the First had done to him. ]
Please… explore me however you like. I want to feel your hands on me.
[ He ducks in to resume their kiss, though pauses just long enough to add as almost an afterthought, ]
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Oh, wait--payment?
[ Granted, he's not really slowing down because...it's Arthur. And despite his own code of honor, he would much rather put in an IOU at this point and render payment in the morning.
Gods, in the morning. Could he really go all night--
Ignore the flush. It's clearly the drink.
They pass others who are enjoying the breeze and the sunset, but G'raha's gaze keeps darting between Arthur and the cabins. He had been offered lodgings there as well, but he suspects they're going to Arthur's room. Twelve, he wants to go to Arthur's room. He can still fondly recall the time spent sharing dinner with their comrades back at the Annex--but it had still been Arthur's then. And that made it even more special. ]
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[ By which, he means he tried to pay when he requested a bag to put everything in and was told not to worry about it, to the surprise of absolutely no one. For once in his life, Arthur didn’t feel like arguing the matter.
Arthur doesn’t notice G’raha turning red, but that’s only because he has his gaze set squarely ahead at their destination. If he turns to look at him now, the last of his willpower will surely crumble and he’ll make a scene right here on the docks. Thankfully, he does not turn around, and they make it to Arthur’s room without incident – though the moment they are both inside and the door shut behind them, all bets are off.
Their food is left on the nearest flat surface as Arthur turns to crowd into G’raha’s space, backing him against the cabin door. One hand comes up to alight on the miqo’te’s chin, tipping his head up. ]
I do not think you fully understand how much I want you.
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He doesn't even have a moment to take in all that is Arthur's room--his home away from home for the past few months. No matter how curious he is, all that matters about is that it's Arthur's and the man himself quickly takes up every bit of G'raha's field of vision. His back hits the door as he gazes upwards, his tail thumping against the hollow wood. ]
Oh...
[ He swallows, but he's smiling, boldly putting one hand at the small of Arthur's back. ]
If it's but an onze of how much I desire you, then I may.
[ There's just a short moment of consideration before he reaches out to cup the other man's face and pushes upwards onto his toes to try and steal Arthur's lips in a kiss. ]
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He’s trying his very best not to be too much too quickly, but hells, they had all that time on the beach to let their imaginations run wild, it’s proving a difficult task. Arthur’s whole world has narrowed to the man in front of him, how he smells, how he tastes, the delightful softness of his lips.
Gods, he really should have done this sooner. ]
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There's barely a moment of hesitation before G'raha parts his lips, aiming to meet Arthur's tongue with his own. Gods, it's been such a long time since he was this close to someone. He's only hoping that his now twenty-something year-old body remembers the dance moves better than his century-old mind.
His heart, thankfully, meets somewhere in the middle, pushing back against most of his worries with the simple fact that he would stumble upwards to meet Arthur on any plane. He grips the back of Arthur's shirt, both to give himself something to hold onto and to boldly hitch it up one entire ilm. Too soon? ]
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But that doesn’t mean he can’t give him a little encouragement.
Loath as he is to break their kiss, especially since they’ve just begun to taste one another, he does, pulling away only slightly. Blue eyes sweep over G’raha’s face, slightly luminous in the shadow cast by their closeness. The only trace of what the Light of the First had done to him. ]
Please… explore me however you like. I want to feel your hands on me.
[ He ducks in to resume their kiss, though pauses just long enough to add as almost an afterthought, ]
My darling.