AWAY FROM COMPANY, THE TWO HAVE FOUND THEIR OWN LITTLE NOOK TO NESTLE INTO. What started as simply needing a breath of fresh air and some long awaited catching up turned into wandering hands tugging clothes, into lips curling into mischievous smiles, words whispered into quickly reddening ears. They haven't seen each other since Vice Captain Lohen got sent back to Mondstadt, there was no time sit down and write letters and then Illuga himself was on his way back together with Varka.
The dusty boxes and barrels surrounding him make the young Ratnik nearly sneeze on a couple of occasions, goosebumps already breaking on his exposed skin. A wooden corner digs into his back even through the heavy coat pooling around his middle, but that's less important when cold eyes stare him down, instinctively making him back away despite having nowhere to go anymore. Then again, even if there was any space left, he's more than sure that the other would continue following him, invading his space, hoarding his attention and filling his senses to the brim; nowhere left to run and he finds himself willingly giving in to the whims presented in front of him.
Sharp inhale is rewarded with a laugh, knee pressing further with little effort. ❝ Oh? You were looking quite lost in thoughts there for a moment, friend. The way you keep biting your lip has me worried, really. ❞
As if that's what you're truly concerned about. is what Illuga wants to say only to be replaced by a sigh exhaled through the nose. He'd be foolish to give in, to open his mouth when his head is already feeling as if it were made of cotton candy, his thoughts sluggishly connecting to each other enough to follow instructions.
So, of course, that he does.
❝ N-no, I was just... A-ah... ❞ with the tiniest bit of dignity he can summon, voice trembling no matter how many times he clears his throat in an attempt to offer a better answer. Nothing comes however, other than another whine, that is. Lohen knows well what he's doing, teasing the squad leader who wants nothing more than to empty his mind for a little while.
Before he knows what's going on, he's hoisted up on a nearby crate and he nearly tumbles backwards and off it. Confusion is only brief, his coat now entirely gone and his sweater well on its way over his head. Before he can stop it, Illuga flinches away from touch, grabs the plush hem to bring it back down so dark eyes don't catch sight of all the scars littering his body, pointless as this whole endeavour is. ( Or maybe it's that he likes that Lohen won't give up, but rather sweet talk him into undressing on his own even as his stomach revolts at seeing himself naked. )
❝ Hmm~? Could it be my imagination or are you wearing considerably less layers? Oh my, you've grown so much bolder since we've last talked. ❞ and a pearly white smile as if this doesn't happen regularly when they so happen to run into each other while out and about. A gloved finger traces an invisible line starting from a still clothed hip, up the side, over the ribs and keeps going until it reaches the underside of his chin, tilting it upwards.
By this point, Illuga's on autopilot, knowing what comes next. A kiss that's a battle for dominance which he can never win. His pants magically hang around only one ankle so his other leg can hook around the warmth he's missed so much. And when he sees stars, he knows the noise that's left him must have given them away. Under normal circumstances, he'd be beyond embarrassed, but in the heat of the moment, he thinks he deserves to have something he wants.
❝ You wish to be heard, don't you? You like the thrill of being discovered in such a compromising situation. Dann sing, mein Vögelchen! ❞
That same mouth uttering sweet nothings into his ear previously has now found his neck, just below where that gnarly scar winds up around akin to a collar. It itches and hurts sometimes, Illuga confessed before. Lohen wonders whether it was on purpose as he once again bites and sucks on it in rhythm with every thrust. There will be no choice, but to bundle up if the other doesn't want anybody to see what they were up to in their absence. Not that that means much when the poor thing is going to have to return to the tavern to get his things and sort his lodgings later anyway.
