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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael stopped leaning against the shelving. As Azar explained how Trael’s words could’ve meant many things his arms crossed and he looked disapprovingly at him, “You only what?” He asked not able to catch what he mumbled, “I love you Azar. I’ve never once seen you as just a lover. You are my boyfriend and one day you will be my husband.” Trael said resolutely, leaving no room for debate. He knew where he stood and was making sure Azar clearly knew where he stood as well.

Trael only smiled at Azar’s quick reaction to his questioning of him. He never asked Azar to marry him, Trael had only stated he wished to. Yet Azar opened a door with his grumbling of a proposal, one Trael quickly stepped through. Before he could make any quips to Azar regarding his reaction the Pureblood said he missed him.

Azar came in for a hug, Trael wrapped his arms around him pulling him in. He leaned his head down and kissed the top of Azar’s head, “All that’s missing is dragon poop and this wouldn’t be far from Sullust.” He mused smiling, “I’m sorry it took so long to come back.” He said softly. Trael stood there embracing Azar for a while, he was just taking in having Azar in his arms.

He pulled back from Azar, “I have something that you may need.” He said as he walked over to his bag, he rifled through it for a few seconds before pulling out a bottle. It was lavender scented massaging oil, “I remembered that you liked this scent. I’m not sure if you’ve used this oil before but I can use it now if you want to test it out.” Trael mentioned suggestively, he came into this meeting with the intention of trying to began repairing his relationship. So the bag he packed was full of things to help with that, he even had outfit changes ready if needed.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar hated the way his heart fluttered when Trael declared that he would one day be his husband. It was a day he dreamed of, something he tip-toed around, and yet the other man could state it so matter-of-factly. Azar had given up on that life - he switched to marrying his wives and focusing on having children. And yet he couldn’t cut ties with his past. Did he want to? Had Trael done anything he wouldn’t have done eventually? The greatest fault was a lack of communication. Would that change now?

Before he could spiral some more, he chuckled softly at the memory of Sullust, “And a mud mask..” He muttered. It only dawned on him months later that Trael actually tripped and ate it in the mud and wasn’t actually doing a mud bath. The memories were some of the best and fondest Azar had, and he hated the thought of the chapters being closed forever. He found sanctuary in Trael’s hold, burying himself against that familiar chest, drinking in that familiar scent, feeling those powerful arms around his slender form all over again.

When Trael drew back and pulled out scented oil, Azar’s jaw dropped, “Did you seriously..” He trailed off, unable to stop himself from giggling as a furious blush rose to his face. His mind, of course, went immediately to their very spicy encounter in that natural spa on Sullust, “I was sore for days the last time we tested out a spa..” He mumbled, the intense blush still on his face.

Azar cleared his throat, “Hmm, let’s take these to the proper place, Master Osso,” He said, “A library is hardly an appropriate place to store such gifts,” He said as he led the way out and through the palace. Azar didn’t have to go anywhere else to have a spa experience, he was extra enough to have a massive one installed right in his palace. He snapped his fingers to dismiss the grotthu guards.

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He opened the double doors and stepped inside, closing them behind Trael. The massive area was humid in temperature, with hot stone beds, sauna rooms, jetted pools in the middle, and various other facilities all available to use. Azar turned to look at Trael with a grin, “Not bad, eh?” He remarked.

He crossed his arms over his chest, quirking a brow, “Do enlighten me on how to use all that stuff,” He said nonchalantly.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael couldn’t help the eye roll at the mention of the mud mask. In the moment he was upset, not only did he fall and have a face full of mud, but Azar began spreading it in his back. It wasn’t until he had noticed that Azar joined in without questioning, just happy to do something with him, that he calmed down. He had multiple memories with Azar like that, where at first it wasn’t pleasant but Azar made it be a pleasant memory.

Trael smiled when Azar began to giggle, his years with the man also made it to where he could notice the subtle skin coloration change when he blushed so heavily. “You were sore? But I gave you such a relaxing massage.” He teased, his own face growing slightly red at the memory of the very heated encounter.

Trael chuckled as Azar went back to being ‘professional’. “Of course my lord. What ever was I thinking expecting them to be stored here?” He teased back. Trael grabbed the bag and followed Azar out of the room. They walked through the palace until Azar led them to a guarded door. He snapped away the guards opening the door for Trael to walk in after him.

Trael looked around the large room, it had everything one would expect from a spa and more. One thing was certain to Trael, this was definitely Azar’s spa, it was ornate and extremely fancy. The pools in the middle were the size of ponds, and the air itself held a sauna like feel to it. “This is definitely your spa.” He answered, musing aloud his internal thoughts.

Trael didn’t respond to Azar’s words initially. A thoughtful expression crossed his face momentarily, then he walked over and picked up Azar carrying him bridal style, “As you wish” He said breezily, leading him to a massage area. He set Azar down on the table, setting his bag down to the side and pulling out a smaller bag with what sounded like rocks in it. He looked over to Azar, “Please remove your clothing and lay on your stomach.” He asked practically commanding Azar, as he set the rock bag on a nearby smaller table.

Trael would take off his shirt, then his pants till he was just wearing boxers. The humid air sticking to his skin. Trael opened the bag and pulled out a rock, holding it in his hand for a second as he heated it up. He made sure it wasn’t hot enough to burn, from his research the stones needed to be placed on pressure points, he only hoped a pureblood had similar ones to a human. He pulled out and set stones along the pressure points from Azar’s shoulder all the way down his legs.

Once he had finished with that he walked around to the front, he crouched till he was eye level with Azar, “You need to stay like this for a few minutes. I’m going to do a quick workout while you do to pass the time.” Trael explained, his smile mischievous as he did. With that Trael walked a few feet back, and started doing a basic exercise routine. He started with pushups doing them slowly so Azar could take in every second of them, he eventually switched to crunches, finally he finished off with some squats turning around to where his back faced Azar.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar gasped as he was effortlessly scooped up bridal style. His face flushed as he gripped onto Trael, still reeling from the casual gesture. He hadn’t had anyone do that in ages and almost forgot what it felt like. Azar had no words, staring vacantly as he was carried over to a massage table. When Trael made his request, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “You haven’t asked me to do that in a while,” He said teasingly, unable to curb the excitement that rose. A part of him was worried about the implications of all this, but the larger part of him stopped caring. He had denied himself what he wanted long enough.

Nonetheless, he shrugged off his clothing, though he left his underwear on - entirely too tight briefs with lacy edges that barely contained the infamous cake. He laid down on his stomach, his ebony locks of hair cascading around his shoulders.

“What’re you doing?” He asked curiously, eyeing the rocks suspiciously. Were those weapons? Was this a bad idea? Azar silently panicked for a moment before remembering that this was probably what people called ‘hot stone massage’ or whatever. He felt the stones placed on his back, the temperature a bit too warm at first but his body adjusted to it. For some reason, even the placement made him start to relax.

“Wait, what?” He called out when Trael casually said he was going to work out. Before Azar could complain further, he took the first look at the man in nothing but underwear, his entire chiseled and tattooed form on display. The Pureblood had to resist the urge to avert his gaze because he was suddenly so flustered. Why was Trael working out in a spa??

He scowled at the other man as he got down and started to do pushups. Azar’s gaze focused on the way his sinewy muscles rippled and waved under his skin. Beads of sweat lined Trael’s tan skin, Azar’s eyes drawn to the sculpted contours of his body, but especially the biceps as he did his pushups. When he changed to crunches, Azar watched every section of his abs flex and contract, rows of hard muscle a feast for his eyes. And then Trael turned around and started to do squats.

“Oh you’re just too much, Trael,” Azar huffed, his gaze fixed on the perfect ass in front of him. The Pureblood had to force himself to tear his eyes away, growing incredibly uncomfortable with how he was lying. He couldn’t let the stones fall away so he was stuck awkwardly wiggling to get comfortable.

“Not like you’ve ever let me anywhere near it, you tease,” Azar said with a smirk.

@Javier esschoolbus