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~ My name's Siren ! Closeted IRL but transmasc and gay as hell, preferably they/he pronouns.
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• Legends of Avantris
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"You're too stiff, loosen your stance up a little."
"This is stupid, I'm never going to handle any of this... I don't get how you can just... do this."
"Years of experience, my treasure," Porter shoved off the wall to help, leaning down, "and you do not want to know specifics."
Treasure snickered as their head tipped over to catch his lips, "I have a few ideas."
He hummed a playful tune, kissing their neck in retaliation, "Shush, you, now..." He stepped back. "You need to relax those shoulders, loosen up... If you're too tense, you will only end up hurting yourself and not your opponent."
The blade in their hands — fake of course, he wasn't about to see them hurt — felt heavy to try and hold. "Wouldn't a knife be easier to work my way up with?"
"Essentially, yes," he crossed his arms, standing with his weight to one side, "but... If you can master this, you can master any blade."
"I don't get why you're wanting me to learn this," they changed it to one hand to shake the other out, they're pretty sure they're getting a blister, "you're the fighter here, babe."
His expression fell for a split second, he hoped they didn't catch it. "There is nothing wrong with learning self defense, treasure." He didn't have the heart to tell them he feared for their life, and what could happen that William refuses to tell him.
It got to him first when it went from job to job, nothing more than a faint sight of approval... To William checking in on him. Asking random questions, practically hovering.
Of course Porter was aware of the numbers dropping in the house, and two prominent members left when the curtain was pulled back... Something didn't sit right, and he didn't like it.
"You couldn't give me one of yours to use? This thing feels like it weighs 50 fucking pounds..."
"Treasure, I trust you with my own life," he shook his head, "but I do not trust you with a blade that's been known to sever bone. I don't need you hurting yourself in more ways than one."
"Rude," they pouted, getting a grasp of the practice sword in their hands. He was aware it was awkward, but... Like most things, the reward is more than satisfactory.
He sighed, "Alright, let me try something..."
His words trailed off as he went around their apartment, reaching behind the entertainment center to pull out one of his own swords he had stashed early on.
"Where the—" The confusion in their face had him hiding a laugh behind the back of his hand. "Where the fuck— when the fuck is the better question?? When did you— how many of those do you have in my apartment???"
"One must always be prepared, my treasure," he lightly tossed it up to catch the hilt, twisting his wrist a few times to spin the blade around before he propped the broadside against his shoulder.
"Okay, good to know that if anyone ever tries to break in, they're not gonna come out alive, cool..."
"Hm," he shrugged his free shoulder, "not fatally, but I know when to draw the line and get the message across."
They stood there, blinking a time or two. "Sometimes I wonder why you chose me out of all options."
The words nearly spilled as naturally as blood from a wound, but he held his tongue. Not yet... But soon...
"You're not hopeless in this," he twisted the blade again, holding it out but not near anything fragile, though he did have to do a quick check beforehand. "It takes practice. It's not a skill that's automatic," he demonstrated with spinning the blade again, but slow enough for them to see the specifics of each movement, "it has to be nurtured... Tended to... A tree doesn't come from nothing... It grows with time, care... But," he stepped back a few paces, finding an apple from the kitchen that was just behind him.
He came back, holding it up with a motion of "watch." They watched as he tossed it in his palm a few times before chucking it into the air...
Waiting for the right moment...
Then swinging the blade through the air, then lunged the blade forward.
Treasure flinched, until they opened their eyes to see two halves of an apple stuck to the end of his sword, right in front of their face. "Holy shit—"
He hummed as if it were nothing and plucked the fruit off to get a bite of one of the halves. He held the other one out for them, "It will take time, treasure... Patience. Trial, error... Frustration— plenty of frustration... But," he went to clean the juice off the blade, "I do believe in you."
As they nibbled on the fruit half, they looked as if they were having an internal debate. Their eyes darted back and forth, staring at the floor.
Their eyes flicked back up to his with an unsure look, but a confident nod.
"I'll try it."
"Good," he cleared the area of anything that could get damaged before standing in front of them.
"Let's try this."
They looked around before back at him. When he got in a defensive stance, he gave them a gesture, "Mirror my movements. I'll go slow."
When he moved, they moved to match it. Over and over. Each position, each stance. The more they practiced, the more they got it. It wasn't to his level, obviously, but... They'll get there.
His partner looked over at him with a more or less unamused expression, "I'm trying to get this done, baby... I appreciate the concern but I forgot to finish up a few things and I need to go back and fix them... okay?"
Ollie pressed his lips in a firm line, giving them a look in return; a concerned, mildly upset one.
He's been trying to get them to relax over the past three hours and yet they persist, sitting hunched over their laptop on their side of the bed, thinking it'd be more comfortable than at the desk. To him, it looked worse.
He had laid next to them, just to keep an eye on them and make sure something didn't go amiss... He didn't expect to watch them then into a shrimp before his very eyes.
When they finally did stretch, just straightening up to pop their back, he cringed at the sound their spine made. He had a feeling they were going to be more than just sore in the morning...
Every offer he attempted to get them to take a break got shot down. Every time he tried to get them to release the tension from their body, they only scrunched up more. Their brows furrowed, their shoulders up, their posture atrocious, and their eyes unhealthily close to their way too bright of a screen in the room.
He didn't like it.
What he hated more was the fact he just had to sit there and watch them do this.
It was late, close to midnight. They started doing this five hours ago...
No breaks, though he managed to get them to get some water by bringing them their usual water bottle with some silly shaped ice in it.
Other than that... they've been in the same spot.
He knew how important perfecting everything was to them, he's known that ever since he met them... He just doesn't like when it becomes the only thing they focus on.
Was the damage to their health really going to be more important than some stupid file...
Not to him.
He moved over to sit behind their laptop, sitting cross-legged as he kept a close eye on them. If it took watching them like a god damn hawk, so be it.
They apparently didn't notice him moving for at least ten minutes because when they adjusted the angle of their laptop, and the screen brightness caught the shadow of his shirt, they jumped. Their head was up in a split second, "Fuck—! When did you move there??"
"A little bit ago," he reached over to tap the button to lower the brightness, "you're just going to give yourself a migraine, baby."
"I'm almost done—!"
"You said that an hour ago."
"Just a few more things."
"You said that two hours ago."
"I just need to get this done, baby."
"That was three hours ago."
"I just like getting this done on my own."
"Four hours ago."
"This is really important, okay—?"
"That is, word for word, what you said going on five hours ago," he couldn't let it be known how fed up he was getting. Getting upset was not going to solve a damn thing, he knew that... But God damn it, they're his partner! He couldn't stand sitting there, watching them deteriorating just because of something like this!
He was tired of it.
"I'll tell Aaron about this," he sat back with his arms crossed, "that your team isn't doing jack-all and leaving you to take the fall."
"Don't get Aaron involved—"
He scowled, "And why not? If there's someone that works there, that isn't actually working, he's literally the one to get something done about it. But," he scoffed as he rolled his eyes, "knowing how some things go, it'd be nothing more than a slap on the wrist because the higher ups just can't stand to lose a breathing body... That's the only thing those people do, just sit there and breathe, and get paid for it. Wouldn't it just be so much fucking easier to cut the ones that don't do a damn thing and put someone in that will actually work—"
He dragged his hands down his face, "Basically preaching to the choir here..." He had to calm down.
He let out a long sigh, glancing up to see his partner sitting there, staring at him. The bluish white glow illuminated their expression. "...I know... that Aaron should get involved... But they're my team, baby."
"I know," his words were gentler. "I know they are, but I also know that they're not doing a damn thing. I know that you've got on their cases multiple times, only to get offended words, but no change. I just hate seeing you come home so... dejected."
Their eyes glanced between their laptop and him. He could see the gears turning in their head when they kept looking.
It was a few minutes before they sighed, saved what they were doing, and closed their laptop. "Go ahead and snitch..."
"It's not really snitching," he scooted back over to his spot as they got up to set their laptop in its case. He got his phone, having to sit a little awkward based on the charger, "Snitching makes it seem bad. This is reporting."
"Same difference," they laid back down, except face down into their pillow. "It's still going to get someone in trouble and I'm gonna hear about it."
"How are they going to know who's doing the reporting, hm? Aaron isn't going to say names, you know that."
Their head turned to look up at him as he sent the texts, obviously with an apology for it being so late. "It's going to be obvious because it's my team and they now I'm with you. Kinda narrows that down dramatically, babe."
"So be it," he shrugged and set his phone back down, "maybe they need the wakeup call. It's not fair to you that it all has to fall on your shoulders when they're fully capable of carrying a few things. They get paid for this for a reason, not to sit back and watch you crumble."
They snorted a breath, rolling into their back to stare at the ceiling, then shuffled themself under the covers.
As soon as they were under, he reached over to pull them close. "I don't like seeing you so stressed, baby... Not when there's other people that can do something about the cause... And I know that I can't personally do anything about it, but," he pressed a soft kiss to their temple, "I can at least make you feel better... Or I can at least try, I dunno if it'll do much—"
His words were cut off with a kiss from them, his lips curling into a smile as he returned it.
They laid their head against his arm when they pulled back. "It does help... More than you know, baby."
"Good," he rested his forehead against theirs, "that's all I want, baby... If I can do anything to help, I want to, okay? Don't ever be afraid to ask, or if it's hard to word it, just... come bother me the same way I been doing trying to pull you away kicking and screaming from your laptop."
"I was not kicking and I was not screaming."
"No," he hummed, "but you did keep glaring at me, so..."
They hid their face against him as they hugged him, "I'm sorry..."
"Hey, no," he started peppering kisses over their neck, knowing it'd get them to laugh. "Don't blame yourself for your work ethic, baby. You were..." He shouldn't say this—
"I was raised in such a way that all my worth boils down to how much I can take on before I crumble, and then when I do, just get yelled at to keep working regardless so now I'm teetering on the edge of completely burning out and yet, here the fuck I am."
He blinked a couple of times, "Well, I wasn't going to put it that harsh but—"
"I would," they buried against him, their next words muffled against him, "I'm just tired of doing this, but I can't... I can't get it to stop..."
"I'm so going to kick your team's ass next time in the office—"
"Ollie."
"What??" He laughed, "Okay, maybe not physically but I'm gonna corner them."
"Ollie."
"Okay, maybe not, because then I'm just gonna get in trouble."
"My knight in shining armor."
He snorted, "Hey, I'll take that as a compliment. Even if you're being sarcastic. I don't like seeing my baby hurting..."
"...I like when you say it like that..."
"Like what? My baby?"
They nodded, their arms curling around his waist.
"Well... That's 'cause you are," his arms gave them a soft squeeze, "my baby. Mine. And if someone's hurting my baby, I'll kick their ass."
"I... don't think you'd win that fight. No offense, baby."
"Oh, none taken, I'd lose in 0.1 seconds."
They nuzzled into him, "Well... I appreciate it anyway."
"Of course, baby," he held them, kissing the top of their head.
A slow day was a good day to him. Had the day off, could relax... Obviously could love on his partner, but that's a given for him.
As Guy laid back on the couch, he accidentally nudged Honey, who was sitting next to him. "Shit— sorry." He looked over, seeing them partially hunched over the laptop sitting on their lap. "Is that even comfortable?"
They paused to look up, then made a slightly sheepish expression, "...not really."
"Would having my legs up on you make it better?"
Another pause. "Yeah. Probably."
As they lifted their laptop up, he stretched out to have his legs over theirs. When they propped the laptop back down, it was close to the perfect height.
"Better?"
He got a hummed response back as they went back to typing.
The soft clacks of their keyboard filled the silence, along with the occasional click of their mouse. Back to the slow day.
Guy ended up getting his phone out to play a few games, the only one that seemed even remotely attention grabbing was Pokemon Go.
He waited for the game to load, having a few things to say about how long it takes in a mumble.
When his little character finally popped up on the screen, at least six Pikachus popped up along with him.
Right. That event was still going on.
As much as he wanted to ignore all of the electric Pokemon, he did want to keep continuing the event just to get a few of the rewards.
"I get that Pikachu has become the face of Pokemon," he tapped one to start catching it with a curve ball, "and don't get me wrong... Love the little creatures, they're cute as hell, but," he made a short click sound with his tongue, "kiiiiiinda overrated, not gonna lie."
Honey didn't say anything but he did hear a quiet snort of laughter from them.
"Like when you hear the day old question of, "oh, who's your favourite Pokemon?" and someone says Pikachu, I'm gonna assume that they haven't played all that many of the games and just say that because of the show. Just gonna say it.
"Like, I haven't played all that many myself, I'll say it! I'll admit it! I'll admit my faults! I'll confess to my crimes!
"But at least my favourites aren't, y'know, kinda basic— not saying that someone can't have Pikachu as their favourite, sure, there's a lot of people that love that one. But come on... There's hundreds of others, man..."
That's when Honey looked up again, "Something tells me your favourite is Thundurus."
"The one with the anal beads as a tail????"
They shrugged and went back to typing, "Something just gives me that idea."
"For one," he reached over to poke their arm to tease them, "I've got the real thing, so I don't need a Pokemon for that— ow."
They slapped his hand away and gave him an unamused look, only making him laugh before he continued.
"But, eh... I'm not really for the legendaries. Way too many of them are kinda ugly, not gonna lie."
"Then who is your favourite?"
"Hmmm," he stretched back, "I like the little guys, the ones that hardly get attention. I would say Mimikyu, but the forced popularization of that one just makes the appeal fade out.
"Love Turtwig though. That's my classic, that's my OG. I beat the entirety of Platinum with Torterra, so yeah. Love that one.
"Another has to be Gengar. Like sure, there's Gastly and Haunter, but Gengar is better. Just a silly lil guy...! Who could haunt someone for life but that's okay! That's okay! I still love him for it. Everybody needs a hobby, y'know?"
"I'm noticing that none of your favourites are electric."
"Hm??" He tilted his head to the side, "What's that got to do with anything?"
They glanced over, "You're the one on Team Instinct, babe."
He almost looked offended, playful of course, "Hey! I like an underdog, can you really blame me?"
"You only chose that team 'cause you think Spark is hot—"
He snorted, okay. He was caught. "Again, can you really blame me, I mean look at him."
They rolled their eyes, humming a dull sound.
"What about you, huh? Little Team Mystic over there," he poked at them again with a teasing smile, "pretty sure you chose that one because you and Blanche have the same default expression."
When they looked over, he saw the exact expression he was talking about, only making him snicker, "See!"
They rolled their eyes, gave up what they were working on, set their laptop over in the coffee table, then moved over to lay with him.
As they did, he set his phone to the side.
They glanced up, "Thought you were gonna keep playing to keep complaining about Pikachu?"
"Eh," he wrapped his arms around them to pull them up close enough for a kiss. "I was getting bored of it anyway."
"I'm more entertaining then, is what I'm hearing."
The Wolves with Anise/Aniseed (essentially the dog version of catnip) spray after the mates all congregated together, supplied by Love, naturally, since they're a little too good at making makeshift pheromone sprays — all natural, of course.
°°° This gets a liiiiiil suggestive, just warning you °°°
David:
Angel almost didn't believe that it'd do a thing to their husband. C'mon, he's not the energetic type... Except on the Moonbound solstice but that is a whole different ballgame.
When they got the little spray bottle of steeped Aniseed, they stared at the bottle. They sent a few texts to Love, asking if they were sure this would work... And got sent back a video of a shifted Anton following them around and not leaving them for a second as he rubbed over them like a cat.
Hm...
Then they asked another question of, "Does it affect them while, y'know, not shifted?"
There was a few seconds before Love texted back, saying "Only one way to find out :3c"
It's worth a shot, at least.
They rolled the little bottle in their palm for a few minutes before spritzing a few drops over their neck, tucking the little bottle in one of their drawers just before they heard the front door.
"Angel?"
"Gimme a sec!"
As they fanned their hands to dry the wet spots in their neck, they heard him getting his boots off and dropping onto the couch. Perfect...
They came back from the bedroom, turning the corner to see him with his head back and eyes closed. All he did was hangout with Milo and Ash, what...
"Rough day?"
All they got back was a grunt until they sat next to him to snuggle up. "Sometimes I wonder how either of those idiots have survived long enough to reach adulthood..."
"I take it the usual suspects?"
He huffed a snort, "Ash bet he could parkour faster than Milo through a mess of branches and logs that fell next to the trail from that last big storm. Sometimes I wonder about those... Two..."
They tilted their head when his words trailed off. They watched as he looked around, sniffing the air every so often... Until he got to the source.
Their lips curled under their teeth to prevent them from breaking as he leaned close. "Did you get a new.... something?"
"Hm? No?"
If it weren't for the scent, they knew he'd try and pry, but he seemed to be a little... out of it.
"Whatever it is," he tugged them close, "I like it..." He mumbled until he was kissing over their neck and collarbone. "It's good... real good..."
The kisses turned into nibbles... Soon turning into him getting worked up and pulling them down so he was over them.
They got a good glimpse at the look in his eyes. Pupils blown out wide, enough they could hardly see the colour of his irises. His teeth were sharper, a usual sign that he was... just a liiiiittle more than turned on.
They're going to have to use that spray again.
—
Asher:
Babe had a feeling how this would go, but they still wanted to test the waters. All it takes for Ash to basically act nuts is a few Red Bulls, and that's... pretty much a daily thing.
As Ash got a few things off, they propped in the doorway to the bedroom, "I was wondering how late that was even gonna go."
They twisted and turned the little spritz bottle in their hand, waiting for when they heard their husband getting back from a late night gig to spray a little on either side of their neck.
They tucked the bottle in their nightstand when they heard the door.
Ash sighed dramatically, "Traffic was a fucking nightmare..." He went over to flop face first down onto the couch, "Pretty sure there was a crash near the exit... The route they had for the detour was so... I don't get how they think that's easier," he rolled over, an arm dangling off. "I did get to see sections of Dahlia I didn't even think existed, so... Guess there's something to be said about that."
He sat up to prop himself up on his elbows, "Whatcha up to?"
They waved it off, "Got a shower when I got home," they shrugged, "might need to get some more body wash soon, it takes forever to actually get any out from tipping it over."
He flopped back, held his arms out wide, and let them lay down on top of him. "I'm gonna have to get one too... Just feel icky."
"And yet you want cuddles," they teased as they got up on him, "how kind of you, knowing that I just dried off."
"Hey! Not my fault! It was hot as hell in that place... It was basically a damn stadium so the AC was just..."
Babe tried not to smile. Yep. He got it.
He scooted back to sit up, his hands on their hips. "Is that your body wash I'm getting...? No—" His eyes narrowed as he tried to place it, but getting a stronger whiff got him grinning.
"Whatever that is," he pulled them in, "I love it~"
His words had a sing-songy tone as he peppered kisses all over every inch of exposed skin he could get too, his hands all over them. He grinned as he pinned them down to get a little more access, his lips all over them.
"Ash!!"
As much as he seemed tired when he got in the door, he suddenly got a burst of energy.
Works like a charm.
—
Milo:
It wasn't like Sweetheart didn't have a couple of things like it, but this one they had a feeling would work a little too well.
They had to admit, it did smell good. Kind of warm, a little hint of spice...
Part of them was tempted to dress accordingly, but no, they had to see if the spray would do its thing on its own. Dress casual, nothing special.
They came into the room, noticing Milo washing up a few pans. An idea bloomed in their head.
A couple of spritzes around, then tuck the bottle with the others to try and hide the fact that it was new.
Their form disappeared from view as they cloaked, silently stepping back and around the corner. This was going to be fun.
They heard the faucet running, soapy water going down the drain, and the scrubbie against the pans... Until the water stopped and a pan nearly dropped into the sink as he fumbled to catch it.
It was taking all their effort not to laugh.
"Sweetheart?" They kept quiet.
"... I know you're around here." Time to move.
Before he could round the corner, they changed their spot in the room. They saw his head whip around a few directions as he muttered to himself, "Where the... Sweetheart??"
They decided to not make it into a full on chase, they stood just in front of the couch to lure him over.
"I know I didn't getcha that one— where the fuck are you??" He aimlessly wandered around the room until he found the source of the scent... And when he reached out, he was met with an invisible, warm, and soft force blocking him from the couch.
"Gotcha..."
When they uncloaked, they had an innocent little smile on their lips, "You like it?"
"Like it?" He scoffed, his pupils blown out and eyes glowing. "I think that's my new favourite one, baby... And here I was, a fool, doin dishes..."
With hardly any effort, they were down on the couch with him holding himself up with a hand behind their head on the back of the couch, "When I got a gorgeous thing to do riiiight in front'a me..."
Yeah, this was going to be one of their new favourites to mess with him.
—
Darlin':
Now. Sam knew it doesn't take much of anything to get his mate going. He just has to exist for them to pounce on him. Which, don't get him wrong, he's not complaining in the slightest.
So he wasn't sure if it'd even be worth trying this little trick. It'd be essentially useless, since they already chew on him like a toy. Again, he never complains.
He waited until Darlin' was out on one of their nightly runs around the trees to get the little bottle out. The other mate had specifically made it in such a way that would get to his mate, but wouldn't overbear him, which he greatly appreciated.
He hummed quietly to himself as he looked the little spray bottle over a few times. He was curious, he had to admit...
A couple of little spritz's over his neck later, he was in the middle of trying to hide the "evidence" when he heard paws up on the porch, shifting back to boots, then the door opening.
Eh.
He peeked out, "Hope you didn't get distracted by mud puddles this time," he teased before carefully tucking the tiny bottle somewhere and finally emerging.
They stuck their tongue out at him, "No... I did chase a frog around though."
"Sometimes I wonder about ya, darlin', I really do."
"Hey! It was a cute frog! A little spring peeper... I love those little guys."
He went into the kitchen to get them a drink, "How could you even see the damn thing? Those things are barley bigger than a goddamn paperclip."
"Just followed the sound," they stated plainly as they stretched, "it wasn't exactly happy having me following it."
"I can imagine," he leaned over the back of the couch, holding down a drink for them, to which he earned a thankful kiss when he sat down to join them.
When they did kiss them, he figured they must've caught the smell of the spray based on the way they were up on him in less than a second.
"Darlin'"
They ignored it, getting up in his lap and looking over him.
"Darlin'. Don't spill your drink—"
He had just barely gotten the words out when they set it down and pounced on him.
He couldn't fully tell if it was the scent, or if it's just them being them.
Either way, neither of them got much sleep that night.
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Anton:
Love already knew how this was going to go.
They were well versed in the ways of herbology; what plants give what effects, which plant would be better, and of course which plants were poisonous. It was their thing.
So when they managed to get some Aniseed oil, they had the idea. They were the one that started the whole meetup with the other mates and distributed each one, custom made to each one's liking.
Angel's had been more earthy to suit David, but with a hint of something that gave Angel their flare. Babe's was more energizing than anything else, just because of Ash's personality. Obviously, Sweetheart's was more... not really regal, but the theme was definitely to get to Milo. And lastly, Sam's was almost close to his cologne, a notion of amber to it and a hint of teakwood.
Now, they knew the reaction their mate has had to some of their test runs, and to aniseed on its own.
They were being curious to find out what would happen with this one. It was mainly the anise oil, some jasmine, and a little bit of cassis... To them, it smelled incredible... Now to see Anton's reaction to it.
They had already sprayed their neck when they joined him in the living room. There were a few more things in place, sometimes they were jealous of his strength.
He stood there in the middle of the room, deep in thought as his hands moved around, muttering a few things as thoughts made aloud.
They came up behind him, their arms looking around his waist, "Still trying to figure out the layout?"
He made a short grunting huff. "Never was my strong suit..."
They leaned around to take a look. "Couch obviously facing the TV," they got a hum from him, "maybe the armchair tilted towards there, and then the ottoman on the opposite side, with the coffee table in the middle... Then end tables in the gap between the couch and the chairs— would an ottoman count as a chair?"
They heard, and felt, him chuckle, "This... This is more your strong suit, love..."
"Happy to help, baby."
They helped with getting everything right, and of course, tweaking when the angle needed to be fixed.
The two had just gotten the couch in place when they noticed him pausing. His eyes kept looking around before he straightened up.
Yep.
There it is.
He looked over, "Trying a new one, hm?"
"I don't have a clue what you mean," they tittered, their hands clasped being their back to seem innocent.
He hummed a low sound, ending in a growl, "Don't act innocent, my love... I know you..."
"Do you?" They cooed as they backed away, a playful grin on their lips.
As they backed away, he stalked closer. They love this little game.
Once their back was to a wall, that's when he went for his "prey." They ducked under his arms to take off around the room, dodging every attempt.
The only problem was he was faster, way faster.
They tried to dart towards the hall when a pair of strong arms caught them from behind, lifting them up on the air as their legs kicked.
"Hey!! No fair—!!"
Their back was pressed into the couch cushions, their mate holding them down as he hovered over them with that playful, but still teasing, look.
"Got you~"
The furniture arrangement can wait. They've got other priorities now.
But perhaps more than that, they love it when he’s relaxed, so the titties are fully squishy
It takes a bit of sneaking to be able to squish it though, as Milo would always flex when he feels their hands inching towards his chest (even when they’re cloaked, he somehow has the spider senses and can tell when they’re about to squish him)
The only time he’ll relax them and keep them squishy is when they rest their head on him, and they definitely do that often just to feel the squishy titties
I have had the unfortunate realization that my (soon to be, once I crack down on sketches) design of Lasko is just a different version of Milo Thatcher...
