[IC] Some days it's not worth getting dressed. (NSFWish at the end)
It's mid-day and Kae still hasn't gotten out of bed yet.
He could hear his lovers stirring in the other room as he lay on his stomach, arms wrapped around a big, fluffy pillow with his mouth and chin shoved down into it, emerald gaze locked on the headboard in front of him. He hadn't wanted to mess around when he woke up hours ago. That, in itself, was unusual for the teenyrogue.
But given the last few days, probably understandable.
Demitri was off his rocker again. He'd run into him two days ago, and the Ranger seemed more than willing to pry Kae's problems out of him with relentless questioning. At the time, Kae had been annoyed, but after? He was thankful. Deeply so. He'd needed to talk to someone that wasn't involved. Someone that didn't care one way or the other. It was stupid to babble at Demitri over his personal relationship problems, but...
He'd needed it. And yet when he thanked him yesterday, it only seemed to provoke a disturbing level of hostility from him.
Just wanted to thank a friend, the rogue thought, as he buried his face against the pillow with a low grunt. But he hates me, doesn't he. Hates what I've done, no matter he swears he doesn't.
Large, strong hands against his back accompany the subtle dip of the mattress as his paladin settles down next to him, rubbing his back, his shoulders. Those hands know just where to touch, just how much pressure to apply to coax out the tension knotting Kae's back. Stubborn as he was, even the feisty redhead couldn't deny the firm gentleness of his lover's touch.
A lover's touch.
And then there was Vii. Light, what the fuck was he doing, running around with those three? They were as bad as he was, and Lindir... Oh, that fox was a sly one. One Kae would have to keep his eye on. He knew how to sidestep, how to seduce, and damned if Kae was going to let him get under Vinarian's skin. He warned him. But would warning be enough? It worked so far with Nathrae. With El. But the fox had slipped his collar and Kae has no idea just how wild he really was without it.
Khaavren doesn't ask what's bothering him. Kae's already said he didn't want to talk about it, hours ago. But there's something there. A train of thought winding tension right back into recently relaxed muscle. Even when a second set of hands join the first, smaller and calloused as they massage the lower half of his body.
It wasn't long before massaging touches softened to wandering caresses.
"You're both insatiable." The surrender is grumbled with a fond, amused sort of irritation, and rewarded by the press of a warm body against his back and a pierced tongue against his ear.
Well. At the very least, he wasn't getting dressed today.