The Stinky Typo Man

Sup. Name's Pay. This is my blog, I guess. | Ask/Roleplay blog | credit to TrashPandaBalls/Delphyxion for the Typo AU, credit to PrinceOfMints for Tim... and I'm still trying to figure out who made Ded. | if you see your fanart posted here and want it taken down, shoot me an ask. and I'll nuke it. I will try to credit what I post though.

[bagheaded]

akira kojima stars in his hit role as: the butt of the joke

[ryan-sometimes]

iCarly was so wild in retrospect because you’d have normal Carly and Sam drama which would be like idk them beefing with a teacher and then in the B plot Spencer would be breaking out of Alcatraz or some bullshit to that effect

[ryan-sometimes]

“Drag is inherently sexual” and it’s two queens on drag race lip syncing to crazy frog

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(ooc: blog mod here!! my birthday was in june and i totally forgot to say lol)

(ooc: anyways hi y'all i'm legal now :P)

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I LOVE U

i love ya too, dear anon ;P

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Hey what do you think about TIM

You know Tim right??

my absolute situationship? hell yeah i know him

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

How's your christmas been?

Oh, it was wonderful! I had Omie over at my place, we hung out, made dinner - it went better than Thanksgiving did, certainly.

Didn't have much money on hand so I couldn't get him a gift - I felt bad about it, but then he said he'd forgotten entirely to get me anything, so we wound up gifting each other... something else. ;)

[o-my-heart-daily]

Hard

Song: O my heart

Words: 138/264

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...

... ;)

[o-my-heart-daily]

Shaking

Song: O my heart

Words: 142/264

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Shaking what... 😏

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

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"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

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In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

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"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

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"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

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"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Huh? Oh, uh— I guess I could. I thought you said that..”

He kisses his cheek again.

“I don’t want you to leave..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I know, I know..."

"...I don't wanna leave either."

Pay pulls out his phone, sending eighteen texts in rapid succession.

Each had paid for ten minutes, which was around 27 dollars.

Were Pay not to have just canceled each, he would have been spending a total of 3 hours to make five hundred dollars.

Good money, but...

"...Without you, anyway."

Omaha was simply more important to him.

"Once my clothes are done, why not spend some time at my place? I can squeeze a few extra clients in on the weekend to make up for lost revenue today."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Are— are you sure? I don’t want you to overwork yourself on the weekend or anything…”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Well, like you said - you can just heal me later." Pay smiles, "Even if I wind up a bit... overworked," Pay grits out the euphemism, he doesn't like to think of what work does to his body, much less what too much of it does, "I'll be fine as long as I have you, babe."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright.. so, when your clothes are done we can go to your place?..” He nods.

He looks up at Pay, kissing his nose.

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"Mhm." Pay reciprocates the kiss, smooching Omaha's silly little fish nose.

A little while later, Pay's shirt and shorts have been washed and dried.

He slips the sweatshirt off, and slides on his usual outfit.

"You know, little king... I just realized something."

"You wear a crop shirt and tiny shorts too, right?"

"We kinda match." Pay grins, "But... speaking of your clothes, you should probably get 'em on so we can head out, right?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Ah, right!”

Omaha walks into his room, grabbing some clothes. A simple white shirt (a little bit cropped) and some shorts. Much like his others but black.

He began changing from his pajamas.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay waits in the laundry room for a moment, before deciding to head to the living room.

It was closer to the door, anyway.

He pops a quick text to Omaha's phone, which reads "heyyyy, fishcake!~ jsyk i'm on ur couch rn! didn't want u 2 get confused heading back to the laundry room and not seeing meeee- okay ilysm omie ttyvs (talk 2 u v soon)"

He's honestly slightly disappointed that Omaha had decided not to change in front of him, but hey. He'd have all the time in the world to see him strip later.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha glances at his phone when he saw it light up from a notification.

“..I’m surprised he didn’t follow and try to peek.” He mumbles.

He slips on his clothes quickly and walks out.

“Ready.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright, c'mon." Pay gets up and grabs Omaha's hand, gently leading him outside.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He holds onto his hand, following him outside.

“Do you live too far? I don’t think.. I’ve ever actually been to your house.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Eh, it's really not that far - but... I can get there faster, if you'd like."

Pay turns to Omaha, gripping him into a tight hug, "This is gonna take most of my mana..."

He teleports.

In an instant, he and Omaha are at his doorstep in a cloud of sparkles.

He coughs softly, "Fuck, I got stars in my lungs- jesus, at least they'll clear up in a sec-"

"Anyway, uh... let's head in, babe."

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

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"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Huh? Oh, uh— I guess I could. I thought you said that..”

He kisses his cheek again.

“I don’t want you to leave..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I know, I know..."

"...I don't wanna leave either."

Pay pulls out his phone, sending eighteen texts in rapid succession.

Each had paid for ten minutes, which was around 27 dollars.

Were Pay not to have just canceled each, he would have been spending a total of 3 hours to make five hundred dollars.

Good money, but...

"...Without you, anyway."

Omaha was simply more important to him.

"Once my clothes are done, why not spend some time at my place? I can squeeze a few extra clients in on the weekend to make up for lost revenue today."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Are— are you sure? I don’t want you to overwork yourself on the weekend or anything…”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Well, like you said - you can just heal me later." Pay smiles, "Even if I wind up a bit... overworked," Pay grits out the euphemism, he doesn't like to think of what work does to his body, much less what too much of it does, "I'll be fine as long as I have you, babe."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright.. so, when your clothes are done we can go to your place?..” He nods.

He looks up at Pay, kissing his nose.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Mhm." Pay reciprocates the kiss, smooching Omaha's silly little fish nose.

A little while later, Pay's shirt and shorts have been washed and dried.

He slips the sweatshirt off, and slides on his usual outfit.

"You know, little king... I just realized something."

"You wear a crop shirt and tiny shorts too, right?"

"We kinda match." Pay grins, "But... speaking of your clothes, you should probably get 'em on so we can head out, right?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Ah, right!”

Omaha walks into his room, grabbing some clothes. A simple white shirt (a little bit cropped) and some shorts. Much like his others but black.

He began changing from his pajamas.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay waits in the laundry room for a moment, before deciding to head to the living room.

It was closer to the door, anyway.

He pops a quick text to Omaha's phone, which reads "heyyyy, fishcake!~ jsyk i'm on ur couch rn! didn't want u 2 get confused heading back to the laundry room and not seeing meeee- okay ilysm omie ttyvs (talk 2 u v soon)"

He's honestly slightly disappointed that Omaha had decided not to change in front of him, but hey. He'd have all the time in the world to see him strip later.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha glances at his phone when he saw it light up from a notification.

“..I’m surprised he didn’t follow and try to peek.” He mumbles.

He slips on his clothes quickly and walks out.

“Ready.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright, c'mon." Pay gets up and grabs Omaha's hand, gently leading him outside.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Huh? Oh, uh— I guess I could. I thought you said that..”

He kisses his cheek again.

“I don’t want you to leave..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I know, I know..."

"...I don't wanna leave either."

Pay pulls out his phone, sending eighteen texts in rapid succession.

Each had paid for ten minutes, which was around 27 dollars.

Were Pay not to have just canceled each, he would have been spending a total of 3 hours to make five hundred dollars.

Good money, but...

"...Without you, anyway."

Omaha was simply more important to him.

"Once my clothes are done, why not spend some time at my place? I can squeeze a few extra clients in on the weekend to make up for lost revenue today."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Are— are you sure? I don’t want you to overwork yourself on the weekend or anything…”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Well, like you said - you can just heal me later." Pay smiles, "Even if I wind up a bit... overworked," Pay grits out the euphemism, he doesn't like to think of what work does to his body, much less what too much of it does, "I'll be fine as long as I have you, babe."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright.. so, when your clothes are done we can go to your place?..” He nods.

He looks up at Pay, kissing his nose.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Mhm." Pay reciprocates the kiss, smooching Omaha's silly little fish nose.

A little while later, Pay's shirt and shorts have been washed and dried.

He slips the sweatshirt off, and slides on his usual outfit.

"You know, little king... I just realized something."

"You wear a crop shirt and tiny shorts too, right?"

"We kinda match." Pay grins, "But... speaking of your clothes, you should probably get 'em on so we can head out, right?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Ah, right!”

Omaha walks into his room, grabbing some clothes. A simple white shirt (a little bit cropped) and some shorts. Much like his others but black.

He began changing from his pajamas.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay waits in the laundry room for a moment, before deciding to head to the living room.

It was closer to the door, anyway.

He pops a quick text to Omaha's phone, which reads "heyyyy, fishcake!~ jsyk i'm on ur couch rn! didn't want u 2 get confused heading back to the laundry room and not seeing meeee- okay ilysm omie ttyvs (talk 2 u v soon)"

He's honestly slightly disappointed that Omaha had decided not to change in front of him, but hey. He'd have all the time in the world to see him strip later.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Huh? Oh, uh— I guess I could. I thought you said that..”

He kisses his cheek again.

“I don’t want you to leave..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I know, I know..."

"...I don't wanna leave either."

Pay pulls out his phone, sending eighteen texts in rapid succession.

Each had paid for ten minutes, which was around 27 dollars.

Were Pay not to have just canceled each, he would have been spending a total of 3 hours to make five hundred dollars.

Good money, but...

"...Without you, anyway."

Omaha was simply more important to him.

"Once my clothes are done, why not spend some time at my place? I can squeeze a few extra clients in on the weekend to make up for lost revenue today."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Are— are you sure? I don’t want you to overwork yourself on the weekend or anything…”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Well, like you said - you can just heal me later." Pay smiles, "Even if I wind up a bit... overworked," Pay grits out the euphemism, he doesn't like to think of what work does to his body, much less what too much of it does, "I'll be fine as long as I have you, babe."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright.. so, when your clothes are done we can go to your place?..” He nods.

He looks up at Pay, kissing his nose.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Mhm." Pay reciprocates the kiss, smooching Omaha's silly little fish nose.

A little while later, Pay's shirt and shorts have been washed and dried.

He slips the sweatshirt off, and slides on his usual outfit.

"You know, little king... I just realized something."

"You wear a crop shirt and tiny shorts too, right?"

"We kinda match." Pay grins, "But... speaking of your clothes, you should probably get 'em on so we can head out, right?"

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Huh? Oh, uh— I guess I could. I thought you said that..”

He kisses his cheek again.

“I don’t want you to leave..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I know, I know..."

"...I don't wanna leave either."

Pay pulls out his phone, sending eighteen texts in rapid succession.

Each had paid for ten minutes, which was around 27 dollars.

Were Pay not to have just canceled each, he would have been spending a total of 3 hours to make five hundred dollars.

Good money, but...

"...Without you, anyway."

Omaha was simply more important to him.

"Once my clothes are done, why not spend some time at my place? I can squeeze a few extra clients in on the weekend to make up for lost revenue today."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Are— are you sure? I don’t want you to overwork yourself on the weekend or anything…”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Well, like you said - you can just heal me later." Pay smiles, "Even if I wind up a bit... overworked," Pay grits out the euphemism, he doesn't like to think of what work does to his body, much less what too much of it does, "I'll be fine as long as I have you, babe."

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Huh? Oh, uh— I guess I could. I thought you said that..”

He kisses his cheek again.

“I don’t want you to leave..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I know, I know..."

"...I don't wanna leave either."

Pay pulls out his phone, sending eighteen texts in rapid succession.

Each had paid for ten minutes, which was around 27 dollars.

Were Pay not to have just canceled each, he would have been spending a total of 3 hours to make five hundred dollars.

Good money, but...

"...Without you, anyway."

Omaha was simply more important to him.

"Once my clothes are done, why not spend some time at my place? I can squeeze a few extra clients in on the weekend to make up for lost revenue today."

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“But money is still money..”

Omaha looks up, kissing Pay’s jaw, and then his cheek.

“I can heal you again later..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Y-yeah, but, Omie, I..."

"...Wait, you could hear that?" Pay asks gently, "Like, you could hear my thoughts?"

"Uh... can you hear what I'm thinking right now?"

Of course, Pay was currently thinking about Omaha's body. As he always was.

Especially now that he'd seen his chest - he was wondering if perhaps Omaha would get some kind of pleasure from having Pay run his fingers gently across his gills.

Probably not, but hey - Pay wasn't a marine biologist, so how would he know his fantasies were inaccurate?

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

“Fish? What a strange request for breakfast— I’m not judging, though.”

Seems the innuendo flew right over his head.

“..Yeah, we can have pancakes. Uuuh, I think I can manage to make them..”

“Alright, let’s go.”

( @o-my-heart-daily )

"...Fish cake, Omie, your fish cake." Pay explains.

"Gosh, I've spent all this time flirting with you, how'd you miss that?"

His tone is rather playful as he speaks, he's messing around.

"It's okay, though - I'm sure I could teach you what I mean." he smirks, "If you, uh, wanted me to, that is..."

"Uh- after breakfast though, c'mon." he smiles.

Pay stands up, heading for the kitchen.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He silently follows him into the kitchen.

“…okay, uhm, I will need a recipe-“

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Alright."

Pay is about to reach for his phone in order to google Omie a pancake recipe, but...

"...Omie, I think I left my phone in the pocket of my shorts, can you grab it for me, please?" he asks gently.

He would get up and grab it himself, but... hey. He trusted Omaha, and besides - if he had Omaha bring out the phone, he had an excuse to hold hands with him for a second while he got his phone.

Not that he needed an excuse, they already reached the 'cuddling' phase of the relationship, after all - but Pay liked to be cute like that.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Mhm.”

Omaha walks back into his room, finding Pay’s phone in the pocket of his shorts.

He walks back to the kitchen, handing it to him.

“I can also wash your clothes today.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thanks love - and yeah, would be nice for you to do that."

"But... food first, okay? The both of us need to eat, but especially you." Pay smiles, as he takes his phone and searches the web for a pancake recipe.

Once he finds one, he hands it back to Omaha, "Here. This one seems simple enough - and delicious."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Alright, let’s see..”

“Can you get an egg from the fridge? I can grab the rest.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Okay!"

Pay walks over to the fridge, retrieving one egg and returning to Omaha.

"Here you go." he smiles, handing Omaha the egg.

"Speaking of, I want your eggs." Pay mutters idly, "Wait, that doesn't make sense- does it?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha hums quietly.

“No, not much.”

He walks over to the cabinet, to grab the rest of the ingredients.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Aw."

"I could make it make sense, though." Pay winks as he sits down at the table, patiently waiting for Omaha to cook the pancakes.

He can't help but keep staring at him, eyes looking the fish up and down.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?" he asks, admiring the fish, "'Cause from where I'm sat, you look like the kinda guy who should be showered in compliments forever."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He began mixing the ingredients, glancing at him.

“Oh— uh— thank you..”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"You're welcome, little king."

"Your outfit looks great on you, by the way." Pay's compliment is genuine, but he begins to snicker as a flirty joke makes its way to the tip of his tongue, "But... you know what it'd look better on?"

"Your bedroom floor.~" Pay winks.

"Though, I'm not picky... it could be on my floor, too."

[o-my-heart-daily]

He chuckles softly, blushing slightly.

“Well, maybe later..”

He murmurs, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and turning on the stove.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay looks pleased with the response, though whether he hoped that Omaha's response indicated a willingness to follow through or whether he was simply glad that Omaha wasn't being as shy as usual was unclear.

"You know, with someone as hot as you around, I'm surprised you still cook things on that stovetop." he smirks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mm.. that one doesn’t make much sense, Pay.”

Omaha begins cooking the pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"I think it makes perfect sense. I'm implying you're hotter than a flame." Pay winks, "Because oh boy, did you ever set my heart alight."

"But seriously, Omie - I love you a ton." he smiles, "Don't ever forget that, okay?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

He smiles.

“Love ya too, Pay.”

After a while, the finishes making the pancakes.

“Is two good enough for you?”

He grabs two plates, putting two pancakes on each.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay nods, "Yeah, two is fine."

"Besides, if I get hungry after this - I've always got some seafood around." Pay smirks, "God, I want you in my mouth, if you know what I mean."

Now, if only Pay could focus on the food instead of thinking about Omaha's fish stick.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He flicks his forehead.

He sits next to Pay, taking a bite of pancakes.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches him eat for a moment, before beginning to eat his own pancakes.

"These are pretty good, Omie. You're a good cook."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I’m glad.”

He continues eating the pancake, but slowly, hesitantly leans his head to the side onto his shoulder.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

In response, Pay leans back, resting his head against the top of Omaha's own (which, at the angle Omaha's head was resting, lined up about with Pay's cheek).

"Good to know you like to cuddle, little king."

Pay chews slower, he knows that he'll have to leave sometime after breakfast, but he doesn't want to go.

He likes it here, and though his clients pay well he's not looking forward to having to deal with them again.

Much less since last night's snuggles had made all trace of such interactions disappear - he wasn't keen on getting so injured again.

So, he tries to prolong the lovely little moment as much as possible. Even if it meant taking so long to eat that his pancakes would go cold.

Ah, well, at least waiting for Omie to clean his clothes would give him an excuse to stay at least a little longer.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He moves one of his hands to hold Pay’s.

He takes another bite of pancakes, also going slower.

It seemed that he agrees that he doesn’t want him to leave.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay accepts, taking Omaha's hand in his own as he himself takes another bite.

The way his fingers lock together with Omaha's is so gentle and comforting to him that he can't help but begin to smile, even with his mouth full of pancakes.

Pay feels safe and happy here.

Here and now, in this moment, in this house, with this man.

And he never wants to leave.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“..Well once we are done eating, I should probably watch your clothes for you..”

He glances up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Yeah, probably." Pay returns the gesture with a kiss of his own, taking their intertwined hands and gently pulling Omaha's up to kiss it.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He finishes up his pancakes, setting the plate in the sink.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay does the same.

"You mind if I follow you over to... wherever you keep your washer, so I can swap back to my clothes as soon as they're done?" he asks.

Really, he just didn't want to leave Omaha's side.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“I don’t mind, you can come with.”

He stands up, holding Pay’s hand and walking to the laundry room.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay seems perfectly happy with Omaha leading him into the room.

"I like holding your hand, by the way."

"Think there's another part of you I'd like to hold, though..." Pay smirks.

Was he referencing Omaha's peen or butt? 'Twas uncertain.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Well, maybe someday..”

Omaha puts Pay’s clothes into the washer, along with putting in the detergent, etc..

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay simply watches.

He couldn't recall the last time he was this interested in chores.

Then again, he always found it easier to be interested in things when there's a cute boy involved.

"So, uh... you wanna toss the pajamas in there too, or are you doing those after...?" Pay smirks, this was probably the dumbest attempt at flirting he'd make in his life, "Because I wouldn't mind taking these off for you."

"Not even strictly sexually, though... it would just be a little quicker, if you did both at once... It's just that, you know, you'd have to see me in my underwear 'til the washer and dryer were all done..."

"Not that I would mind, though." he winks.

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, whatever you’d prefer.”

“I could lend you a sweatshirt or something as well in the meantime if you do.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"But then you'll just have to wash the sweatshirt, and then you'll have to give me more of your clothes, and where does the chain end?" Pay giggles, "It's a slippery slope, like granting people basic human rights!"

He knows the joke is stupid as hell, especially since it was a sexual joke involving mockery of surprisingly common political rhetoric, which made him sound like a bit of a loser - but hey. He was having fun.

"Nah, but really, I'm down to wear more of your clothes. Feel free to go grab me something to wear for a second so you can wash the pajamas, it's not like I'll wear it long enough to dirty it."

"Not long enough to dirty it yet, anyway." Pay adds with a smirk and a wink, "Though, whether with your fluids or mine would depend on how fast either of us could get off in such a scenario."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Well, then you’ll get to stay for longer if I need to keep washing stuff..”

He gives a smile, before walking into his room to grab a sweatshirt.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches Omaha walk out of the room, staring at his butt, again.

Once Omaha is out of sight, Pay simply stands there idly, waiting for Omaha to come back.

"God, the things I want to do to that butt..." he mutters to himself.

The tug he begins to feel as blood rushes to a... special extremity... pulls him back out of his fishy daydream.

"...Should probably stop thinking about that before he comes back and sees me hard..."

"I mean, not that I would mind him seeing it, just... god, the last thing I need is to be fucking his brains out in a laundry room, and that's assuming he'd even want that, there's a possibility he'd say no which would just make my boner that much more awkward, and-"

Pay continues to rant to himself in a quiet tone about whether or not Omaha would ever bang him.

At some point, he begins pacing around the small room.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha walks back into the laundry room.

“Pay? You okay?”

He walks over to him, holding his shoulder so he would stop pacing.

“I got the sweatshirt.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay jolts.

"Ah! I'm okay, just... was thinking about something."

"Thanks, by the way - uh, no pants, though?"

"Not that I mind. You get a better view of my butt like this." Pay smirks, taking the sweatshirt from Omie.

He's about to place it aside before realizing that there wasn't really a good spot to do such, so he simply lifts it gently with his magic.

He unbuttons the pajamas, slipping the top off.

Then, he unties the pants, allowing them to slide down.

His body is bared, but it's not as bad as it was.

Sure, it might take him months of feeding with Omie to gain any substantial weight after years of living off snacks, that was something magic couldn't quite fix, but still, he'd gone from near-skeletal to photoshopped magazine model. Still unhealthily thin, but his ribs and spine weren't as visible as they were. He had some kind of a waist now.

The bruises are gone. All the scratches and bites and scars, they're missing now too.

The only injury that remained was the small nibble on his hand from last night - one he'd specifically requested from Omaha. Looks like the magic wouldn't touch a desired mark.

Okay, that's not totally fair.

One other mark did remain.

On his chest, in the middle, just slightly to his left, where his heart was.

There was a deep bite mark here from a client, which left a scar.

However, its shape had changed.

No longer a bite, instead, it resembled a little fishhook.

Seems like last night's cuddles had triggered some kind of healing mechanism.

Like how Omaha's kiss had healed the little burn on Pay's hand, but... on a much larger, more modifying scale.

Perhaps the love he consumed had fueled the spell, allowed it to heal everything, but that didn't explain why it would leave an injury and change its shape.

Was this another bond-driven instinctual magic? Perhaps Omie should check his own chest, see if a mark corresponding to Pay's nature might have been there, too.

He floats the sweatshirt over to himself idly, before putting it on

"Like what you saw?" he smirks, apparently unaware of just how healed his body had become.

[o-my-heart-daily]

He leans over, pressing a kiss to Pay’s cheek.

“In fact, I did.”

He unbuttons his own pajama shirt, to check if he had a mark on his chest as well.

He had some gill-like markings on his chest, but they looked a bit weird; almost like.. they were closed in a way?

But, the same spot where the fish-hook mark was on Pay, was a small heart with horns and wings that looked like Pay’s.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Glad you enjoy me so much. Nice chest, by the way."

That's when Pay notices everything else.

Instinctually, he reaches out, tracing first the remnants of the gills and then the marking.

He pulls back away, "Sorry, I should have asked."

"But... your chest. The mark, that means..."

Pay pulls the sweatshirt back off for a moment, placing a hand to his own chest, feeling at his own mark before putting it back on.

He recognizes what this is, but would rather have the reference material at hand to better explain it.

Just a shame he left that book about the courtship and mating habits of Succubi at home, huh?

"...Omaha?"

"...Would you be okay visiting my place? After I'm done with my clients - I'll text you."

"Oh, by the way, this isn't related, but - if I put you in the water, could you breathe out of those other things there?" Pay asks, "Or, uh... are they just for decoration?"

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Mhm, I am okay with that.”

He nods.

“Oh—“

Omaha glances down at the gills.

“Yes, I would.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"That's literally so cool, you're so cool."

Pay looks very, very impressed with the fact his boyfriend could indeed breathe underwater with his gills.

Something every fish could do, but... you know.

Pay was just entranced by every little detail of Omaha, so of course he found even the basics intriguing.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha smiles.

“Thank you, Pay.”

Omaha doesn’t bother buttoning his shirt back up, buttons are a pain after all.

He puts the pajamas Pay had in the washer as well.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

Pay watches, waiting.

Time draws ever nearer. He's going to have to head home soon.

It weighs in his mind, hurts knowing he'll have to part with Omaha, even if only for a few hours.

It hurts more than it should, perhaps because they'd bonded so well.

After all, it was agony for a succubus to have to be away from their mate.

Literally, as well. Pay was typically in pain when fucking men, you didn't get that many down in a day without getting very sore, and to say nothing of their nails and teeth, but... after meeting Omaha, his heart seemed to literally ache with longing. Every inch of his very soul burned with desire, and it only seemed to soothe when the two were together.

And now that they'd had their marks, Pay knew the pain would sting that much more for him.

"Omie?"

"Can..." Pay sighs, he's not sure how to phrase this, "Can we... kiss, before I go?"

"Just... me in your arms, lips together... you know."

"Something to get that last little bit of sweetness, before I have to go and deal with all the men who've paid me today."

"And who knows? Maybe this time I won't slice myself on those pretty, pretty teeth." Pay snickers a bit, recalling their first meeting.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha nods, stepping over to him to hold onto his hand.

“Of course we can.”

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Pay leans in, lips pursed for a kiss.

[o-my-heart-daily]

Omaha chuckles.

“Pay.. thank you.. for uh— being here, not thinking im strange or anything.. anyways..—“

He mutters quickly, before kissing Pay.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

One of Sharpay's hands grabs Omaha's waist, kinda like their first kiss, with caveat that instead, the other comes up to rest in Omaha's soft hair.

He licks Omaha's lips, just as last time, and upon being allowed entry he begins poking around his mouth, remembering not to touch his teeth this time.

It's warm. Warm and wet, and the way his tongue glides curiously over Omaha's is so smooth that it's comforting to Pay.

It just feels... right, somehow. This moment, this mouth, the way the two of them seemed to connect so well. Like two jigsaw pieces finally joining, the union of the two seemed as if it was intended by the universe all along.

Fuck, Pay couldn't get nearly enough of the electric feeling that kissing Omaha sent through him.

His wings buzz with joy, and his tail flicks around, before finding its way to one of Omaha's arms, wrapping around it in lieu of entwining itself with another wispy tail that simply wasn't there.

"Fuck..." he gasps into the kiss, "Omaha..."

[o-my-heart-daily]

“Pay..—“

He broke the kiss, glancing up at him.

“It’d be better if we don’t get carried away.. so you aren’t late and like get in trouble or anything..”

He pauses, holding his hand tightly.

“I don’t want you to go.” He mutters.

[rxckhxrdrxckstxr]

"It's alright, little king. We'll meet again before you know it." Pay reassures, squeezing Omie's hand a bit in response. It's a soothing squeeze, one meant to quell his worries.

"Besides. My schedule's light today. It'll only be for a couple hours after I get home. Then I promise we can see each other again."

"I mean, I could always cancel with my clients and have Omie swing by sooner..." Pay thinks to himself, "I'm only gonna be getting a couple hundred bucks today, since I don't have that many men booked - it's really not that worth it..."