ephraim + kisses please and thank :3
ephraim + kisses (SFW)
(with a gender-neutral kiran since i think i might know who sent me this…)
lots of forehead kisses. kiran has seen ephraim give them to eirika, tana and even lyon once or twice. he’s not shy with physical affection to those he’s closest to, a quick brush of lips on the forehead or the cheek, but it still surprises kiran when they are finally the recipient of one, blushing furiously as people look on curiously.
“It’s fine, really!” Kiran replies, pulling up their hood that had fallen down. “You just surprised me is all!”
gentle kisses when lyon is rescued. sweet, slow and comforting, ephraim runs his thumbs along lyon’s cheekbones, wiping away the tears. they’re huddled so close, whispers punctuated by sobs, foreheads touching and kiran feels guilty, like a voyeur watching the two console each other in the quiet room of the castle lyon’s been given to recover in.
“All those things—I think I remember now. Did I actually do them, Ephraim?” Lyon asks, sobbing, clutching to the other man’s cape. “Why am I still alive after everything I’ve done?”
then its split lips, blood dribbling down his chin once innes is summoned. lips colliding harshly, teeth clacking and complete, utter contempt when they finally realize what they are doing and pull away. it’s not a new dance, but them being reckless enough to get caught is. even the usually bold innes averts his eyes when kiran finds them, pulling back on a tunic torn at the collar and wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. he leaves the war room wordlessly, as ephraim struggles to even out his breathing. his own tunic still open at the neck and he looks dazed, fingers splayed out, gripping the edge of the table.
“How long were you there?” He asks, touching his lips and frowning when his hand comes away still with blood.“Long enough,” Kiran replies, eyes and voice colder than steel. “I’m—” he begins, but they wave a hand in the air. He shuts his mouth quick enough there’s an audible noise as the two stare at one another.“I don’t care, just figure it out. Preferably without me having to call a healer.”
the first time ephraim kisses kiran is like none of the times they’ve ever seen him kiss someone else. there’s certainly a sweetness behind it, hand gently cupping the back of their neck and pulling them in, but there’s also a fire behind the way his lips mold against theirs as if finally claiming something he’s been long since denied.
he bites their bottom lip with just enough pressure to make their knees go weak, but not puncture the delicate skin, kissing a trail down their jaw and neck as kiran shudders and grabs handfuls of his clothes, his hair.
“I really am as much of an idiot as you guys say I am,” he replies, as he pulls away with a soft smile. He looks down and then back at Kiran.“So, we could have been together all this time?”Kiran lets out a sigh. “Yes. Maybe. Ephraim, I don’t know.”“Do you still want to? Do you still want to be with me?”“Yes,” Kiran whispers. “Stay with me?” They ask hesitantly, as Ephraim continues to shower them with small kisses.“Always.”
then there were lots of different kisses, more than kiran could ever keep track of(pls y’all thank you so much for continuing to send me asks. some of these truly warm the soul i love them so much especially writing my boi <3)
















