Ruu, any thoughts/ideas on Avior in those trying times?
AHHHH AN AVIOR REQUEST IN THIS ECONOMY???
happy to oblige :)
also....
slightly nsfw ♡
Starlight had gone to work earlier this morning.
Their eyes wide with their caffeine buzz as they scrambled for their boots, half-heartedly making jokes about how even though they escaped hell, they're still working a dreaded nine-to-five, so did leaving even make a difference?
They had given him this smile before they left. "I can stay. If you need. Call in sick or something," they had said. Avior insisted they go... and so they did.
...and so Avior is all alone.
In his lover's house.... which he has never been in before.
His bare feet pad on the wooden floors as his eyes take in all there is to see about them, without them sheepishly explaining that they were in a rush the last time they left their house for two years... unknowingly.
His eyes take in all the ferns and beads and little trinkets hanging from every corner. He can picture them excitedly bringing all these treasures back home.
His fingers trail over the spines of the books that stand old but proud on their bookshelf. He can't help but chuckle slightly to himself, envisioning them poring over each of them with their big, curious eyes that hungrily chase after words previously read, looking for something new to discover.
Their house is the very picture of a creative mess. And even though Starlight had fidgeted awkwardly, eyes on him as they showed him around their home, he thought it was beautiful.
It was them.
He could see them... in the random paint sploshes in their kitchen sink and door handles. In the sticky notes of random questions and reminders scattered throughout the house... he notices one on the back of the door that says: drink more water. He should remind them to do that more.
His adventures lead him to their bedroom, where they had spent the night tangled in each other's arms. They had attempted to make it before they left.So, there were a few bumps and lumps.
He eases himself onto it and buries his nose in their pillow. It smells just like them. From here, he can see a crumpled receipt from their favourite coffee shop. His lips tug up. That's a lot of coffee.
He reaches for the jewellery that sits on their bedside desk. The pieces they wore for those two years. He remembers how warm each of the beads felt under his fingers when he held them for the first time.
If he could've met them differently... if their first intimacies together wouldn't have been in hell... metaphorical or otherwise.
He takes another sniff of their scent and feels his body melt into their cush bed. His hands tangle the sheets, much like theirs had a few hours ago.
Their sexual energy was served to him as a full buffet; their love, their happiness, relief, excitement, nerves... all of it felt like a power line being plugged into his chest.
He remembers how shyly they looked up at him. As if having sex in their house exposed them more than being naked ever did... and in a way, they were right.
But Avior showed them that he adored every single part of him with the way his tongue painted between their legs.