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Kissu

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Rat Mat and 33 for the kiss prompt!

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33: ...forcefully

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Slim-strong hands grabbed him by the gorget, and Malthael was abruptly yanked downwards. For a split-second he thought his nephalem was going to headbutt him in the face with his pretty red horns, but all Rathma did was smush his face into Malthael's hood.

His forehead was pressed up against Malthael's cheek-and-mouth. For a moment the stood like that, awkwardly huddled together in the middle of Westmarch square. People were staring. Malthael folded his wings, thin-skinny as they were, around himself and his partner to give them some kind of privacy for...whatever this was.

Right when he was getting ready to ask what was happening, Rathma shifted.

He had not kissed Malthael many times before, and usually it was something soft, uncertain. This time, there was nothing soft in the way his mouth dug at Malthael's jaw, and when he shifted just enough for Rathma to find his mouth, his kiss was nothing short of intense.

He could taste the desperate fear and sick relief behind it all. Perhaps that was what made him accept it.

Where Rathma was digging his nails into the metal of his armor (and making horrid little scratching noises), Malthael gently cupped the sides of his head and pulled him closer. His wings coiled tighter, wrapping them in a web of light.

Let his nephalem find solace in him. Whatever had scared him was on a short timer now.

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Tyrael, buddy, where did you get that. Put it back. You're infecting the Death Priest with baby-fever.

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Every time I so much as have a synapse fire in the direction of Writing Cantankerous it devolves into 'RatMat herping in the woods' and 'Mat would love Sanctuary so much if he could get over himself' and 'Rat is the perfect person to show him all the weird awesome little things in the world' and 'what if Malthael got bit by a turtle that Rathma had pulled out of a pond and told him to stick his finger in its mouth because he's an asshole' and 'Rat would resent that angel so much and be so cranky about that pack of humans following them around but most of all hate himself for being alive but at least theres LIZARDS' and 'what if Malthael got bit on the ass by a fer-de-lance that Rathma was holding' and 'RATMAT HERPING TOGETHER as a way of BONDING over INTERESTING STUFF bcuz Rathma loves his planet and all the little critters and plants on it and has no one but a genocidal maniac angel to share it all with isn't that sad no one else cares about the newts and no one sure as hell cares about him' and 'seriously the Former Angel of Wisdom is in the perfect place with the perfect person to keep him occupied for decades, lifetimes even, there's so much to look at and learn about and so much life to appreciate, this is The Balance at its peak here' and 'they could be such Huge Nerds together' and 'its a little bit tragic that these two people who would otherwise get along great were born in the circumstances that they were' and 'no Rathma can't forget about that whole 'wiping out mortality' thing, who do you take him for' but 'he genuinely enjoys Malthael's company and no one else cares to listen to him' and 'what if Malthael got bit by a yearling crocodile that Rathma pulled out of the swamp'.

...and that's why I haven't updated in a minute.

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Random horny thought;

Rat & Mat learning sign language specifically so that they can continue discussing/debating/arguing about whatever they're studying at the moment while Rathma eats Malthael out/sucks his dick/whatever else.

They encountered the issue on like day one when Rat kept having to stop what he was doing to argue with Mat. Which just made the whole experience more frustrating for everyone involved. Mat was getting cock blocked by his own need for knowledge, Rathma was just offended by the inefficiency.

Yeah they could probably just communicate mentally but that's not as funny. Also Malthael might just be thinking too hard about Pleasure Noises, which isn't exactly relevant to the conversation.

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Can we have Nepherah teasing Imperius and RatMat?

There's a very short very sweaty blacksmith inviting Malthael back to her forge and Rathma has spontaneously remembered that not only do boobs exist, but he is attracted to them sometimes. Particularly in proximity to the other thing he's attracted to.

Imperius thinks he should consider things that start with four, and quite possibly put Nepherah up to this in the first place.

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Colored these nerds in. Rathma is fuzzier than usual, Malthael has a good braid.

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Exchanging heart-day gifts!