Alright, I’m not good at sitting down lately and write long texts but short ones are alright and I saw the post about OCKissWeek last month and decided to at least try to sit down and get 7 pairs. And since it’s the 3rd for me already: Here is the first one!
He had said that they shouldn’t go into the hideout alone. Of course Ivail hadn’t listen to him and of course the bandits had been waiting for a possible attack. Athras and Ivail had been fighting back to back for some time already, with Ivail not wanting to leave his side more than a few steps. He never did that, during a fight, since he had learned that strength wasn’t Athras… well, strength.
Now it was Ivail who bleed from several wounds, bodies of bandits piled on the floor before him. He had been shielding Athras, taking most of the damage himself while Athras healed him from time to time. Only because of that both of them were still standing.
Athras had blended out every noise but at some point he had started to be overly conscious of Ivails movement, the way his body moved to another enemy to take another strike. That’s why he also felt when Ivail relaxed, turning to the last two bandits who were already retreating.
The shoulders relaxed, the sword tip sinking into the ground. Right after Ivail turned to him, Athras leaped at him and the sword fell on the floor with a cling as he caught the elf who immediately wrapped his arms around Ivails neck.
“That could have gone wrong, do you know that?” Ivail asked, while Athras buried his head in his neck. He knew Athras was even short for an elf but whenever he held him like this he was reminded of his physique once more.
“I was sure you would catch me,” Athras answered, his breath tickling against the neck. For just a short moment Athras wanted to stay like this, at least until he calmed down a bit. It hadn’t looked good for them at first after all, being outnumbered and all but numbers didn’t help if you have no clue about how to fight an experienced fighter. But he hadn’t known that they wouldn’t know how to fight well and for that his heart had been racing since the start of the fight. And Ivail didn’t seem to let him go before he would want to get down either. He was strong enough to carry him for a while, those arms didn’t get their muscles from nowhere.
It didn’t take long until Athras leaned back, grinning at Ivail.
“Do you want me to let you down now? Or do I get my…,” he started but couldn’t finish. Athras had taken his face between his hands and kissed him. As soon as their lips touched Ivail felt energy dripping into him, tickling him a little bit but in no way uncomfortable. He didn’t know what was better, the soft lips, tasting as sweet as ever or this energy, seemingly reviving him. He was surprised and before he could react Athras ended the kiss, resting his forehead against Ivails.
“You’ll get your reward kiss when we are back, for now you have to be satisfied with one that healed some of your wounds.” Athras thumb stroke his cheek, where, until earlier, a bleeding cut had been. One that Ivail apparently didn’t notice.
