That scent (Yassett)
14. [that scent] - Your muse leans in to sniff my muse. When my muse turns their head to look, their faces are very close together.
Yasuo knows when Sett is in rut. They’ve been together long enough for him to detect it. The half-Vastayan becomes affectionate to the point almost of annoyance—almost—and hangs around the house protectively, as if he is worried anyone else in all of Runeterra is even remotely interested in the ornery-looking swordsman. They aren’t, which he has repeatedly explained to Sett, who, between growled apologies has explained in kind that he cannot help himself. They’ve come to something of an accord over this, though sometimes it still unsettles Yasuo how quietly Sett can move for such a large man.
Outside, cutting firewood for Sett’s mother, Yasuo drowns himself in the task, allowing his mind to wander as it sometimes does, wondering where he would be had he not entered the pit to answer the Boss’s challenge. Well I wouldn’t be sleeping with him,he reminded himself, and wouldn’t that be a tragedy? The amusement brings him back to reality and he turns at the sudden feeling of a presence—it is nothing hostile or he’d have sensed it sooner—just behind him.
“I’m gunna start charging,” grunts Yasuo as he comes face-to-face with the red-headed half breed. Sett’s face is flushed, but not with embarrassment. Yasuo feels the shift in tension and then his own heart begins to beat faster.
“I’ll pay you back later,” rumbles Sett, wrapping an arm around Yasuo and dragging him closer. “Ma’s at the market.”
“Pay me back now.”
And they disappear into the house with nary a word more spoken that is not lifted in ecstasy.
Sexual Attraction/Attention Prompts