Warnings: Impreg fetish (s-sorry) and again, porn. It’s porn. YOU’RE ON A PORN BLOG YOU KNEW THAT.
Vym ran his hands up along Fae’s tense, trembling thighs, admiring the view above him - the thin little sylvari, spread open on his cock, cheeks flushed and glow bright, his own hardness rising between his thighs. His breath came in quick pants. A roll of Vym’s hips drew a moan out of Fae, the pressure making his legs quiver along Vym’s thighs. Fae pressed a hand to his own stomach, and Vym grinned. Something had occurred to him recently - an interesting idea, born of observation of his little lover, and the thought of investigating further was… intriguing. Fae seemed overly sensitive to certain aspects of charr lovemaking.
With a grin, Vym thrust up into Fae, jolting the small sylvari on his lap. Groaning, Fae’s fingers pressed flat to his belly.
“Feel that?” Vym rumbled, gripping Fae’s hips and pulling him down hard on his cock. Fae gasped; his toes curled against Vym’s thighs. “That dick deep inside you? That’s gonna pump you full of cum. I’m gonna fuck a cub into you tonight.”
Fae tightened around him, a blush darkening his cheeks even further - his eyes snapped open to shoot Vym a startled look, and the charr couldn’t help but grin, resettling his grip and beginning to thrust up into Fae with quick, rolling snaps of his hip that kept him settled deep in the sylvari’s body. Fae’s hands found their way to Vym’s wrists as he gasped.
“Vym, wh - a-ahh!”
“You like that idea? You want me to knock you up?” Vym’s grin widened at Fae’s answering moan, helpless and heated, his fingers clutching at Vym’s wrists. “Vur and I are gonna work you over next heat, keep you so full you’ll be dripping - pass you back and forth until you’re swollen with our cubs - ”
Fae came with a sharp gasp, tightening around Vym’s cock and cutting the charr’s words off in a rumbled groan. His fingers dug into Vym’s forearms and he ground down on his lap, biting his lip as he came. Vym huffed out a laugh and thrust up into Fae, hard, bouncing him on his lap until the charr filled him with a hiss - Fae moaned as Vym pulsed inside of him.
“Yeah,” Vym sighed happily, lifting Fae and sliding out of him. He pushed two fingers in and spread them in search of the come he’d left inside. Fae shivered. “You like that idea? You’re strange, little one.”
Fae, darker than Vym had ever seen him and dazed by his orgasm, pushed back on Vym’s fingers. “Shut up, please.” Vym chuckled and slapped Fae’s ass with his free hand.
You can’t always have penetrative sex when your boyfriend is so much larger than you - Vur and Fae make do.
Warnings: Again, this is just porn. Cuddly, fluffy porn, but porn.
Fae woke with a sleepy murmur as a cold, damp nose pushed against the sensitive hollow behind his ear. A warm tongue rasped along his neck, making him grumble and swat at Vurdit’s snout. The charr chuckled and squeezed the lithe little man tight, his hardness pressing insistently against the back of Fae’s thighs.
“Really? Now?”Fae rumbled even as he closed his legs and rocked against Vurdit’s erection. “You said you were tired!”
“And now I’m rested,” Vurdit rumbled in his ear, the vibrations carrying into Fae’s chest. His large hand trailed down the sylvari’s stomach, claws tickling his side, to stroke his dick teasingly. Fae responded enthusiastically, his dick hardening in Vurdit’s hand and his back arching; he hooked one foot behind Vurdit’s knee and rocked between his hand and his hips.
“Now I’m tired,” Fae said, but any complaint in his words was eased by the breathless tone of his voice. Vurdit pulled him back against his hips and rolled up against him, his dick hard against the curve of Fae’s ass. “Mmm… Vur, not to kill the mood, but…”
Vurdit rumbled and bit down on Fae’s shoulder, licking the marks as he drew his hand away from the sylvari’s thoroughly roused dick. “No interest in being fucked tonight?”
“It’s not that…” Fae tilted his head to kiss Vurdit’s nose. He twined his fingers with the charr’s and longingly rocked back against his dick again, still insistent against the back of his thighs. “I wish you could fuck me. It’s just… you’re so big. Don’t laugh at me!”
Unable to help the chuckles shaking his chest, Vurdit crushed Fae’s little body in a tight hug. Fae squeaked in protest. “I understand. Hmm… how about…”
With gentle hands, Vurdit rolled them both over so that he was leaning over the small sylvari, a hand braced under Fae’s arm. He settled Fae’s legs on either side of his hips, pulled them flush together, and thrust down against him. Vurdit’s weight pressed Fae into the mattress, pinning him as Vurdit’s dick slid hot and slick against his own. Fae moaned; his hands came up to clutch at Vurdit’s broad back as the charr thrust again.
“Vur… ooooh…” Fae’s moaned breaths came in short, fast gasps in time with Vur’s own. He let Vurdit set the pace and simply hung on, his knees pressed tightly to Vur’s ribs, clinging to him as the charr fucked him into the furs piled on the bed.
Before long, Fae was coming - his head fell back against the pillows with a sweet, high cry, and he pushed his hips up against Vur’s stomach. Vurdit chuckled again, but it trailed off into a rumbling groan as Fae worked an arm between them and cupped his hand over Vurdit’s dick; gripping Fae’s hips, the charr thrust hard into the tunnel between Fae’s palm and stomach until his pace faltered and he came with a drawn-out huff and a splatter of come up Fae’s chest.
Fae gave Vurdit’s softening dick a few lazy strokes, enjoying the noise he made in response, then wiped his slick hand on his own stomach. “Did you know,” he said, warm and sleepy with the afterglow, “that you’re wonderful? But you’re cleaning this up.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Vurdit lifted the sylvari with ease and swiped his tongue from belly button to neck. Fae shrieked, his hands grabbing at Vurdit’s disheveled mane. Another languorous lick, and he bit back a moan; giving his handfuls of hair a tug, he frowned at the charr.
“Gross!”
Vurdit, still grinning, lapped at his dick again, but he laid the sylvari back down on the bed and curled up around his skinny frame. Fae’s arms went around his neck, his head tucked up under Vur’s chin. “Mmm.. thank you,” Vurdit whispered into Fae’s hair.
Fae, already relaxing into Vurdit’s arms, only murmured warmly in reply.
Fae comes in from the cold and needs to be warmed up.
Warnings: Straight-up porn.
The clink and clatter of armor being undone roused Vurdit from his sleep; in his arms, Jayce slept on, undisturbed.
“Fae?” Vurdit’s voice came out in a thick, syrupy rasp.
“Yeah,” Fae’s soft answer came back out of the darkness. His glow, now that Vurdit was looking for the dim purple pulse, marked his path across the room towards the bed. Jayce jerked awake as soon as Fae slid under the covers, tucking his lean little body against the human’s back.
“That you, Grenth?” Jayce groused, his voice slow with sleep; with a grunt, he pulled Fae over him, sandwiching the sylvari between their bodies. “Didn’t think I’d be feeling your icy touch so soon.”
Fae laughed as Vurdit wrapped his arms around him. Even through his thick fur, Vurdit could feel the solid chill radiating off the sylvari’s body. The knowledge that this was normal, that Faeforton was fine despite his low body temperature, did nothing to make him a more comfortable bedmate. Vurdit chuffed and rubbed Fae’s arm with brisk, short strokes.
“That won’t do any good,” Fae said, rolling over to press against Vurdit’s chest. Even in the dark, he could pick out the grin on his lover’s face as he rocked his hips forward against Vurdit’s stomach. Vurdit felt the hardness there, just as cold as the rest of Fae’s thin little body. “I can think of other ways to warm me up, though...” Fae raked his fingers through Vurdit’s thick fur, heading south, but Vur caught his hands before the chilly fingers could reach their goal.
On Fae’s other side, Jayce groaned. “You’re terrible at sexy talk.” Vurdit felt his hands, warm in comparison to Fae, slip between them, and a rock of his hips pushed Fae forward into Vurdit’s bulk. “I’m not fucking him. He’ll freeze my dick off,” he continued. One of his hands slid back around and a moment later, Fae sighed, lifting his leg and draping it over Vurdit’s hip as Jayce pushed a finger into him. Heat spiked in Vurdit’s stomach; he nuzzled his nose against Fae’s ridged shoulder and the sylvari turned his head to kiss Vurdit’s nose.
Jayce pulled away long enough to dig the lube out of the bedside table, and then was back with his slicked fingers stretching the sylvari open. Fae moaned, low and hungry, and Vur ground his hips against him.
“Turn over,” he growled against Fae’s shoulder.
“He’s still too tight. And too cold,” Jayce said, but Fae made a noise of dissent at the same time Vurdit rumbled low and impatient, and Jayce shrugged. He slid his fingers free, slapped Fae’s ass, and Fae twisted around to face the human. Jayce reached over Fae’s hip to fist Vurdit’s dick and slick it with the last of the lube, drawing out another noise from the charr, before guiding him to Fae’s ass.
Vurdit grasped Fae’s hip and pushed in, rolling his hips in gentle thrusts. Early on, they’d all learned that Fae was tight, and he was tight now - Sylvari didn’t stretch in quite the same way as humans, and fucking him required a slow start. On his part, Fae moaned and pushed back against Vurdit; he hooked a leg over Jayce’s hip and pulled the human close to grind against him and, cupping his face in one hand and working the other between their bodies to stroke Jayce’s dick, kissed him fervently.
“So goddamn cold,” Jayce groused, slapping Fae’s hand away and replacing it with his own, squeezing their dicks together. “Like being fondled by icicles.”
Vurdit grinned against Fae’s back. With one final roll of his hips, he bottomed out in the sylvari, his hips flush with Fae’s ass. He was warm now, his glow coming in bright, short pulses, his breath rasping in time as his hands wandered between the human in front of him and the charr behind him.
“Vur,” he murmured, grinding his hips back, “fuck me, please, c’mon.”
Growling low, Vurdit obliged, bracing himself and using his grip on the sylvari’s hip to pull him back as he thrust into Fae’s tight little body. Fae’s breath came in gasps as Vurdit’s thrusts pushed him into Jayce’s loosely curled fist, catching kisses from the human every few thrusts; Jayce caught the sylvari’s neck and dragged him in for a proper kiss. He nibbled at Fae’s lips, squeezing his hand just as Vurdit pushed Fae forward, drawing a loud moan from him.
With Fae’s body tight and warm around him and sleep still lingering in his limbs, Vurdit couldn’t find the strength to hold back - growling deeply, he came, hips working against Fae’s ass, his claws digging into the curve of his hip. Fae broke away from Jayce to whine, “Vuuuur!”, and Jayce laughed.
“Sorry,” Vurdit rumbled, nose buried in Fae’s disheveled ferns. Hips still pressed flush to Fae, he reached around and wrapped his hand around Fae and Jayce’s dicks and began to stroke them together, his palm warm and his claws a faint presence trailing between them. Fae’s chest hitched as Vurdit squeezed, and Jayce laughed, breathless, his lips pressed against Fae’s own.
Fae came first just a moment later, head thrown back and toes curled, as Vurdit swiped his thumb over the heads of their dicks. Jayce laughed again, his cheeks dark, and thrust up into Vurdit’s hand, making Fae shiver with the friction. Giving Fae a sloppy kiss, the human came with a groan, his hips stuttering against Vurdit’s fingers. Vurdit continued to stroke them both for a few moments, slow and gentle, then pulled his hand away, sticky with their combined cum.
“Hello,” Jayce said, laughing, after a few breathless seconds of silence where the only sound was their uneven breathing. Fae grinned and kissed him, then turned to kiss Vurdit’s muzzle, his hand coming up to stroke the charr’s cheek. In response, Vurdit bumped his nose against Fae’s shoulder.
“Hello,” Fae replied warmly, fondness making his voice sweet as he petted his lovers. Vurdit nipped his shoulder.
“You’re immune to the cold. Go get a washcloth,” he said, pulling out of Fae and scooping the sylvari out of the bed, dropping him on the wooden floor. Jayce reached over to slap his ass again before Fae, laughing, scrambled out of reach and trotted off for the bathroom with a cheerful glow coloring the pads of his feet and Vurdit’s cum glistening between his thighs.
FAE LEARNS THINGS ABOUT CHARR. Incomplete, will hopefully be finished.
Warnings: Talk of breeding, if pregnancy weirds you out. Not really SFW, but nt really NSFW either.
Vymor hastily shut the door behind him as he entered the shabby apartment, cursing how crowded the canton was today. He furrowed his brow, scenting something strange in the room. He flicked an ear then peered into the dim room, calling out to his brother. "Vurdit?"
Faeforton poked his head out into the main room without getting up from where he's sitting on the balcony. "He's out," he called back, squinting into the dark room. He couldn't quite place the voice... "He said he'd be back in a few hours."
Vymor jerks his head towards the voice, his eyes adjusting to the room. He let out a quiet scoff, recognizing the weed. He placed a rolled-up piece of parchment on the table, seeing no other available spaces. He approaches the tiny balcony, it looked large enough to only hold one person at a time. He hung back in the doorway, towering over the sylvari. "I'm surprised that you're still around."
Faeforton looks up at the charr standing over him; he's sitting with his legs dangling out over the ground far below, since the railing is roughly eye level on him standing up. He frowns, brow furrowing. "Why?" He asks, bluntly. "Thought you'd scare me off him? You're not that impressive." With that, he looks back out over the balcony's edge.
Vymor chuckles. "I was sure you'd be tired of him by now. Sylvari are all so curious. Moving from one thing to the next." He pauses in consideration, leaning against the doorway. "In a way I'm almost glad you haven't let. Almost." He grins.
Faeforton looks back up at him, but doesn't say anything right away; he eyes the charr above him. "That's racial profiling," he says without any real irritation in his voice, and gets to his feet, dusting himself off. "Are you saying you'd miss me? Let me in." He makes a shooing motion at the charr.
Vymor lets out an annoyed huff. "I'd very briefly miss you." He growls and backs out of the doorway to let the Sylvari inside, swishing his tail at him. He crosses his arms. "Is this about money? Would you leave if I paid you? Or perhaps he pays you for certain services." He leers at the innocent-looking Sylvari, trying to puzzle him out.
Faeforton scowls at him as he ducks by. "Why do you do that? I know you're just trying to annoy me," he says. "Or is it really that hard for you to believe that I like your brother?" He heads to the sink and gets a drink, using his cupped hands rather than bothering with a glass. "Plus, I mean... OBviously I'm not in this for the money." He gestures around.
Vymor scowls back. "Well then, Vurdit and I aren't so different. Why don't you like me as well?" He challenges, plopping down on the couch without averting his stare from Fae.
Faeforton dries his hands, then leans back against the sink and quirks a brow at Vym. "You look like him, but you don't act anything like him. At all." He crosses his arms and studies the charr, brow furrowed. "Do you even care if I don't like you?"
Vymor waves a hand and huffs. "I wouldn't care so much if I knew why you didn't like me. I've only offered you my protection and a place to stay. Are all Sylvari so rude? Vurdit should have stuck to charr." He grumbles, picking at the couch with his claws.
Faeforton makes an incredulous noise, pushing off the sink to cross over and stand in front of Vym. He plants his hands on his hips. "And coached it like I need taking care of! I don't," he says. "You're rude and condescending. I don't... dislike you, you just haven't give me a reason to /like/ you."
Vymor leans forward and grabs the strap of Faeforton's chestguard, pulling the salad even closer. "I disagree, Little one. I could rip your throat out right now." He growls close to Fae's ear. He releases Fae and drops back against the couch. "I'm sure I have plenty of likable qualities. You just haven't noticed them yet." He retorts.
Faeforton pales, but he slaps at Vym's wrist before the charr releases him. "Let /go!/ If you want me to like you, maybe you should try something other than intimidating me!" He moves away from the couch, out of Vym's reach, and scowls back at him. "What do you even want from me? I mean, are you done here?"
Vymor frowns and makes no move to follow Fae. "Sorry, maybe that wasn't the right way to make my point." He grumbles and stands up, stretching. "I'm done here. Tell Vurdit I stopped by." He barely gives Fae a second look as he passes him to the door.
Faeforton calls after him, "Fine! Jeez." He grumbles and climbs onto the couch to take the spot that Vym vacated. "Vur being standoffish and weird, his brother being a jerk... Charr." He folds his arms and settles back in the corner of the couch.
Vymor pauses outside the doorway before peeking back in. "Weird how? And I'm not a jerk, you weed." He crosses his arms and scowls at the blue Sylvari. His interest was piqued though.
Faeforton stares at him. "You grabbed me and told me you could rip my throat out. You're a jerk." With a sigh, though, he looks away and kicks at the furs. "He didn't want me to touch him, even though he seemed like he was..." He blushes a bit, but waves a hand. "Interested."
Vymor chuckles. "I could but I'm not fond of eating vegetables." He teases. The counter lets out a groan as he leans against it. "Hm... Interested but not interested, huh?" He raises a brow as he comes to a conclusion. "I suppose that would explain why he was late for our meeting. You should be honored that he cares so much for you. Judging from your size, you wouldn't last more than a day with a Charr of Vurdit's size." He tsks, more than slightly amused.
Faeforton huffs, ensconced in the furs on the couch. "Except, I'm sure you've figured this out, I've survived. Repeatedly." He's blushing as he speaks. "I don't understand why this once he decides to 'spare' me. I wouldn't have minded..." Scowling, he pushes the furs around with his heels.
Vymor, although amused, feels sympathetic towards the obviously confused Sylvari. "I'm afraid we're not on the same page, Little one. I'm talking about a Charr's heat. It's very different than regular lovemaking. It's a blind lust, you fuck to breed. Pleasure is just a bonus. I'm sure that someone of your stature would be overwhelmed by four straight days of being 'bred'." He grins.
Faeforton doesn't reply at first; he blushes deeply, his cheeks darkening rapidly as his glow brightens in the dim room. He fidgets on the couch. "...Vur didn't tell me about that. I didn't know that charr went into heat." He pulls at the furs, still blushing furiously. "Why doesn't he ever tell me anything! I would have understood. And I'm... I'm not as delicate as you think I am."
Vymor enjoys watching Fae blush and fidget on the furs. If he was in his head there would be nothing stopping him from pouncing on the Sylvari. "He probably didn't want to scare you away." He scoffs. He eyes the Sylvari, "No, I don't believe you are delicate. But there's no way to tell how you'd fare."
Faeforton folds his arms grumpily. "I wouldn't have been scared away," he mutters, his tone wounded. He sighs and drops his head back on the couch. His cheeks are still dark, and as he stares at the ceiling, his glow spikes erratically. "I'd at least like him to let me know about things like this. Even if he doesn't want to risk it.
Warnings: Ah, Fae’s a little pushy but otherwise this is sweet fluff. Not actually NSFW.
Faeforton drops his elbows on the table without saying hello and props his chin in his hand. He fixes Vurdit with a sharp look, a frown pulling his lips down. "I met someone interesting today while running around looking for you! He looks exactly like you, except his horns aren't shaved down, and he's an incredible jerk. I don't recall you ever saying you had a twin."
Vurdit jerked his head up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He shot Fae a confused look, swiveling his large head, realizing he had fallen asleep at the table. He hadn't been expecting his Sylvari lover, in fact he was hoping he'd have a couple of days before seeing him again. Vurdit ducked his head in embarrassment as Fae described who he had run into. "I was going to tell you about him eventually... It just never came up." He explained with a tired growl.
Faeforton examines Vur's face for a few moments before dropping his hand and tilting his head; his ferns, disheveled from his sprint all over the Citadel, trail over his shoulder as he moves. With how important his family was to him, he couldn't imagine Vurdit not knowing about Kepfi or Raum. Although... "I never did ask, did I... I assumed charr didn't have family. Not like humans or norn." He sighs. He's still frowning, but he seems less annoyed. "Vymor said you were supposed to meet him today, but you were late. Are you okay?"
Vurdit guiltily looks at his empty mug on the table. Anywhere but the face of the agitated and disheveled-looking Sylvari. He wasn't exactly sure why he still kept in touch with Vym. He twitches his ears and looks up as Fae changes the subject. "I'm fine, just tired. I was ...nevermind. I was just held up. I was supposed to meet with him before he left for active duty." Vurdit shrugs, still reluctant to tell the whole truth.
Faeforton picks up on the hesitation, a little crease forming between his brows. Pushing off the table, he comes around closer to Vurdit's chair, reaching out to tug gently on one of his claws. "Well, he's off now. He sounded annoyed about it. But then, he seemed annoyed in general," he mutters as he crosses his arms over his chest. "He wouldn't stop hitting me with his tail. Are you sure you're okay?" He leans forward and looks up at Vur.
Vurdit watches with rising apprehension as Fae walks over to him. He lets a huff of air out his nose, trying to seem more annoyed than nervous. "I told you I am fine. The only thing bothering me is this cheap ale." He frowns, rolling his shoulder before he settles back against the chair and away from the all-too-close Fae.
Faeforton sighs. "Alright, if you say so... you seem as grumpy as your brother tonight." He hops up onto the edge of the chair, one leg dangling down but not quite touching the floor, and leans back against Vur's side. Clearly he's already forgiven Vurdit for not telling him about Vym. "I brought leftovers from home," he says, grinning up at the charr. "And a bottle of the gin Raum bought me. They're at your place."
Vurdit lets out a grunt of surprise and stiffens slightly as Fae leans against him. The scent of pine sap and ginger makes his nose flare and he leans into the small sylvari, brushing his snout against his cheek in affection. He registers that Fae is speaking to him but his mind struggles to fight off his rising arousal. He pulls away sharply and moves off the seat. He sucks in a breath with a low growl. Realizing that he hadn't spoken a word, he quickly gathers his bag off the ground. "...We should probably go back to my place."
Faeforton nearly falls over as Vur pulls away from him without warning. He has a moment of whiplash - one moment, Vur is nuzzling him affectionately, the next pulling away with a grumble. Bracing himself on the seat, he looks up at Vur, confused. "If you want. I can go home if you prefer," he says, his reluctance to return to the Grove clear in his voice.
Vurdit shakes his head with a frustrated growl. "No no, I want nothing more than for you to stay. I just can't be too close to you right now. It's... it's complicated." He looks at Fae guiltily, tail lashing in annoyance. "Even the way you smell makes me -" He stops mid-sentence and lets out a snarl.
Faeforton blinks, then grins widely as what Vur means dawns on him, a faint blush darkening his cheeks and his glow brightening. "Is that all? Let's go, then," he says, and pushes himself off the chair. Without thinking he goes to hug Vur, but catches himself and folds his hands behind his back. He chuckles. "Is this why you're so tired? You've been thinking about me?"
Vurdit frowns, sensing that Fae had come to the wrong conclusion. He wouldn't correct the young Sylvari. The last thing he wanted was to spill the truth and send Fae running. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of throwing the blue sylvari on the table and finding out exactly how much endurance he had. "I'm tired for similar reasons. But, thank you, for understanding." He grumbles in amusement.
Faeforton laughs, reaching out to pat Vurdit's arm as he squeezes past him towards the door. "I was joking. I'd be worried about you if you couldn't stop thinking about me long enough to get some sleep." A bemused frown creases his forehead, and he stops to turn and look back at Vur. "'Similar reasons' - did someone catch your eye? Is that why you were out when I came to see you?"
Vurdit opens his mouth to reply before closing it with an audible 'click'. He's not fast enough to hide the embarrassment that flashes across his face. "Ah, well that is... you see." He rumbles before trailing off. "It was nothing serious. If I had known you were coming I wouldn't have stayed so long."
Faeforton shakes his head, still grinning, and steps up to Vur to give him a hug. His arms linger around Vur's waist before pulling away. "I don't mind. I was just worried because I couldn't find you. Don't let your brother know, though, he doesn't seem like the sort to be amused by being blown off for a fling," he says, grabbing Vur's hand and tugging him towards the door. "Not someone you're going to see again, then?"
Vurdit is prepared this time and doesn't stiffen when he is hugged. He briefly trails his hand down Fae's back in a reassuring gesture. "He isn't amused by much," he agrees, allowing Fae to tug him along. "And no, I don't think I'll be seeing them again." He snorts, his eyes lingering on Fae's backside.
Faeforton mutters something unkind about Vym under his breath, but twines his fingers with Vur's, the better to lead him along towards the ramp down to the ground floor. "Good," he says, giving Vur's hand a squeeze, "because I'd like to have you to myself tonight. Leftovers, and then..." He grins back at Vur over his shoulder.
Vurdit looks up in surprise. "Tonight? I've missed you too. But don't you want to talk about... stuff first? We haven't seen each other in so long." He grumbles weakly in protest. "Or... I could just watch." He lewdly suggests.
Faeforton, as thoughtless and reckless as he is, is not insensitive; the mixed messages Vur's giving him tonight have him confused. "We don't have to have sex. We can just talk," he says carefully after a moment of silence, glancing back up at Vurdit. "I wanted to see you, that's all." He gives Vur's hand another squeeze.
Vurdit softens as Fae's small hand squeezes his. "I'm glad you're here," he murmurs fondly. He gives a small smile, showing off his fangs and sharp teeth. "Let's not let the leftovers go to waste, hm? It's the only thing I look forward to in this place. Besides you of course." He teases, smacking Fae softly with his tail.
Faeforton jumps as Vur lashes him, but he laughs and returns Vur's smile. "See, it's much less annoying when /you/ do it." He bumps his elbow against Vur's arm, still smiling, his glow soft but visible. "I'm glad to see you too. Let's get to your place," he says, just as fond.
raum: and then they went and ate food and Fae put his feet in Vur's lap but didn't cuddle up to him
vos: *picks Fae up and sprints across the citadel*
