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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc’s laugh stopped briefly when Morgan hit him over the head with a pillow. The surprised look on his face was genuine and borderline comical, “Did you just…” Yes, in fact, someone had just bonked him over the head with a pillow. Emryc stared for a moment, baffled by what happened. He wasn’t quite sure how to react.

Without warning, he lunged forth and toppled Morgan over on the bed. Of course this didn’t feel great with his injuries, but he wouldn’t forgive a slight such as that pillow bop so easily. Emryc pinned Morgan’s hands down at his sides, glancing down at him. His face dimmed and brightened to reflect the scenes of the movie, but his piercing silvers were as vibrant as ever.

“Think I’m going to let you get away with that?” His voice rumbled quietly.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

The prince laughed again at the look on his soldier boy's face, quite unused to seeing anything quite like it.

Morgan's widened as quite without warning Emryc shot forward, pushing him over onto his back and pinning him down. The laughter stopped and the offending pillow flew off somewhere during the motion but the Firrerreo didn't see where since his attention was now completely on his boyfriend instead. Burning golds met silvers almost as a defiant challenge, though he stayed very still beneath the other man's weight, a low rumble halfway between a purr and a growl running through him.

He looked up at the half-Sephi with a confident and fang-filled grin, angling his face slightly under his sharp scrutiny, earrings splayed slightly on the sheets. His answer didn't come immediately, instead taking in the sight, sound, and scent of Emryc for just a moment longer. Morgan's head tilted ever so slightly to the left and his grin widened into something playfully impish.

"Going to punish me?"

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

That subtle head tilt and the grin always got Emryc. The half Sephi’s eyes glinted just the slightest bit as Morgan fired back with his own retort. He could feel the heat between their bodies, and of course there was a lot of screaming and action happening with the movie. They had yet to sit through an entire movie in person together without getting far too distracted by one another. Emryc’s grip tightened on Morgan’s wrists, knowing that this was still well within his comfort zone.

Without warning, he rose up and flipped Morgan around onto his stomach. The hands were pinned again, and Emryc had to resist the urge to pin them behind his back. They were still not quite there yet. He leaned down against Morgan’s ear to nibble softly against it, toying with the piercings and tasting the metal in between the sensitive skin.

“After your earlier nonsense, you’d certainly deserve it,” Emryc said with slight amusement in his tone. He spoke against Morgan’s skin as he traced kisses down the back of his neck and in between his shoulder blades. He lingered there, taking his time, “If you have any profound things to say or any big epiphanies, get it out now.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Something about this definitely seemed familiar. Morgan couldn't remember very clearly the Shocky movies they'd ostensibly watched together, only bits and pieces. He was fairly certain he'd been otherwise occupied for at least half of it, which it turned out didn't bother him in the slightest. Further thoughts quickly flew out of his head at the glint in silver eyes and the tightening grasp around the prince's wrists.

Morgan was flipped around quickly and he gasped, arms still stuck firmly to the sheets by strong arms. He arched his neck to open up that space for Emryc and was rewarded with the sensation of teeth and lips teasing against his sensitive ears. The prince's back arched to press up into the man above him, sighing as kisses descended down some of his favourite places to receive them. Emryc was the only person allowed to be close behind the young Firrerreo and for some reason that made those gentle touches that much more enticing, flushing his skin further gold.

He laughed a little, huffing slightly. "I deserve it," he agreed breathily, egging on the half-Sephi's line of thought. Then there was a quiet pause, brows furrowing a little before he slowly shook his head.

"I'll be good. No talking until you say."

Morgan drew his studded tongue over his fangs and then pointedly closed his mouth, though it wasn't able to fully prevent the eager whimpering.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The movie lit the room in cool blues, but the gold in Morgan’s skin was vivid in spite of it. Weeks and months usually passed between them meeting one another, and yet Emryc remembered just how Morgan liked to be kissed and touched. He traced a feathery trail down his spine, sliding Morgan’s hands down to his sides so he could keep them pinned. He had injuries on him and he needed to ensure Morgan couldn’t do further damage.

He traveled down to the small of his back, teasing and tasting there. Emryc moved carefully to avoid opening up his wounds, but he had little control of his desires right then. Even his own attempts at taking his time fell through as that ache he had since earlier came back in full force, especially with Morgan arching back. Emryc released Morgan’s hands only briefly to undress him again, coming very close to simply tearing the clothing off.

The slow and steady approach was thrown entirely out the window and was replaced with a nagging hunger. He continued his trajectory, biting and kissing however he pleased, wanting to leave new marks all over again. It wasn’t long before he could hear Morgan clearly above the movie, and he didn’t ease off, satisfying that hunger that had been rising in him. Emryc wouldn’t let anything intervene this time.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc's casual familiarity with his prince's body showed in his typically meticulous attention to detail, managing to hit all the little spots that got him riled up. Morgan's body betrayed him, the sounds that escaped him steadily increasing in volume as it reacted exactly as the other man intended it to. He gave up trying to stifle them, letting them instead fill the air like Emryc probably wanted anyway. That brief and intimate surrender of control was liberating as always, but even so it was still best that Emryc kept his arms held down. Instincts were instincts after all.

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Morgan ended up splayed across the mussed sheets and part of Emryc, languid and purring contentedly. The movie was very much over by that point, the background jingle of Holoflix playing softly. It was typical of the two men, really, but what else could someone expect after being apart so long? Like the last time he remembered pieces of it but he'd stopped really paying attention somewhere or other.

A little wiggle of his shaky limbs and a roll of hips and shoulders confirmed where a collection of new marks and sore spots had manifested, widening the lazy smile plastered over angled features. After the earlier poor timing Emryc had been rather intense which was not something Morgan minded at all, and he was pretty sure he'd melted into the bed at one point. His head turned slowly and his eyes opened to look at Emryc, tongue running over his fangs in a satisfied yawn.

"Mwen damou w’, cheri," Morgan murmured affectionately, scooting over to press himself back in where he was most comfortable. The air smelled of both of their usual scents mixed with sweat and iron the prince decided at that moment it was his favourite.

"Shower?" he suggested after a few seconds, thoughts still feeling a little clouded. "Oh. And dinner." The Firrerreo could already feel the hunger building. It had been a while since they'd last ate and he was pretty sure the bowl of grapes was on the floor.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc wasn’t entirely surprised at the turn of events. He had been particular about restraining the Firrerreo to protect himself from further injuries, so the marks were almost exclusively one sided this time. The movie continued in the background, their own contributions adding to the dialogue and screaming from the Freighter crew.

Much later, Emryc was deeply satisfied and lazily content. However, he had quite a long day in traveling here and from their multiple rounds of activities. The half Sephi was comfortable in this bed and in Morgan’s presence in ways he had only been aboard his ship and when he was alone.

As a result of all this comfort, his exhaustion and general laziness, something very strange happened. When Morgan turned to speak to Emryc, he would find the half Sephi’s eyes closed. An arm was firmly curled around Morgan’s waist area, but Emryc was actually asleep. The look on his face was almost uncharacteristically peaceful, and his chest rose and fell gently as his mind drifted off elsewhere entirely. When Morgan shifted, he was pulled in closer and Emryc’s face buried in his shoulder, the smell and feel of him lulling the half Sephi into peacefully dozing off.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan froze in place, words quieting to nothing toward the end. He found himself simply staring at the sleeping form of his boyfriend. It'd taken him a second to realize what was happening since, even when Emryc had been tired before, he'd never just fallen asleep. He'd always gotten up and moved elsewhere beforehand and Morgan wasn't entirely sure what to do.

The prince also found himself smiling uncontrollably and he had to stop himself from giggling with joy at the sight. Morgan took the time to take in all the little details of the peaceful face, the way his breathing sounded when he was asleep. The prince was pulled in and he smiled even wider, if that was possible, and very slowly slipped his arms more completely around his soldier boy. Morgan held the half-Sephi gently close, allowing his own head to sink into a pillow and his hand to delicately settle in mussed and black-dyed hair.

Slowly golden eyes closed and other senses filled themselves on the closeness the two men enjoyed, the quiet and simple comfort of each other's warmth. Morgan didn't know when something like this might happen again, so he decided then he'd handle food and potential stickiness later.

With the man he loved most curled up in his arms the Firrerreo's breathing slowed and the silver in his skin steadily faded to gold. Morgan quickly fell asleep with that same smile on his face and a gentle purr running through him.

Just before he found his dreams, he thought he had never felt so dearly loved.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Almost two hours had passed before Emryc stirred and blinked his eyes open. His arm was still wrapped around Morgan, and he felt fingers still curled into his hair. His initial reaction was to pull the man closer and sigh in content. It took a half second to realize what happened, and he quickly moved back out of their embrace. His movement was jerky enough to wake Morgan up. The Firrerreo would see Emryc sitting at the edge of the bed, giving him a very wide eyed look.

“I...didn’t mean to…” His words trailed off as he blinked, heart pounding against his chest. He had never done that around someone before. He had always been careful, and yet he let his guard down. He had drifted off without being able to control it. Emryc ran his hand through his hair that still had sweat in it as he looked away.

He sat in silence for a moment, feeling a whirlwind of strong emotions that ranged from shock, to anger to pure confusion. However, none of this manifested on his face, and he purposely looked away so Morgan couldn’t see it in his eyes.

Emryc mentioned nothing about it out loud before he looked over at Morgan again, attempting to play off the whole thing. He managed a half smile as he looked over the Firrerreo's body and then down at himself, “Shower,” He said simply as he rose to stand, “We are filthy,” Emryc was always on top of being clean, and this was the longest he had ever covered in sweat and things. The bandages layered over his wounds were incredibly durable, making showering a breeze with them.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

His eyes opened quickly and locked sharply on to the movement that had awoken him, skin briefly flushing the same colour as his brands before returning to a more normal shade. Morgan slowly rose to a sitting position and looked away around the same time as Emryc did, making as if he suddenly found the bowl of grapes on the ground very interesting. Both arms rose up in a luxurious stretch, flangs flashing for a moment as the Firrerreo yawned.

Morgan couldn't see Emryc's face and if he didn't want to show him that was fine, as always. The other man's private sleeping habit had never really been explained and Morgan had never felt the need to ask. The prince had some of his own, though they'd been tempered somewhat by his soldier boy learning his quirks over time. It was something of Emryc's for Emryc to handle and Morgan would be waiting if and when he did.

Golden eyes, with a notable amount of pupil narrowing, turned back toward the half-Sephi when he spoke again of a shower, watching his face for a moment before responding.

"We are," he agreed with a small frown and shuffled off the bed to grab towels and things from his closet before heading to the refresher. The inside was spotlessly clean and well organized with a few adornments here and there. Bottles of different hair, skin, and other such care products were neatly placed in rows around the sink or in wall cubbies, the shower itself fully stocked with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and so on. The room was tiled floor to ceiling and had drains even outside the shower, clearly designed to not let any moisture escape or gather.

Wordlessly Morgan used a small wall control to turn on the shower and set the temperature somewhere near where he remembered Emryc liking it, placed the towels on a bar, nodded toward a small wall indentation containing things like loofahs and scrubs, and stepped into the shower himself.

"Use what you like."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc walked into the refresher and had to wonder why anyone ever needed this much space for anything refresher related. He took in all the vast assortments of bath products and neat spaces for loofahs and scrubs. The half Sephi shook his head with a grin, but he wasn’t surprised in the least. His boyfriend was a prince and there was no getting around that no matter how absurd Emryc found some of his habits.

He followed Morgan into the shower, grabbing a particular brand of bodywash and sniffing it, “You had this imported from Naboo?” Emryc couldn’t help but ask in amusement, feeling the warm water wash over his skin. It would have cost a fortune to import anything from Naboo, and this was spent on a simple bottle of body wash. It was so painfully Morgan of Morgan. After a moment, Emryc poured the soap on a loofah and turned the Firrerreo around. He traced it along his back, his gaze focusing on all the brands and stories Morgan carried with him at all times. They had never really asked one another about it, and his own back was a tapestry of his past.

After a moment, his free hand came up to gently curl into Morgan’s soaked hair as he looked at it from this angle, “Will you let me give you a haircut?” He asked out of the blue, brushing his fingers through some of the locks where there were patches missing. He knew the Firrerreo cared about appearances as much as he did, if not more.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

While Morgan didn't precisely flaunt his wealth, a habit discouraged by the Kravos line for numerous reasons, neither did he conceal the things he had. It was just another part of him that Emryc knew about, and so long as the prince didn't try and push gifts on his soldier boy that's all it was.

So when Emryc asked his question the Firrerreo turned to look at him with a curious expression before finding the bottle in his hands. "It's the one I like," he answered without shame. It wasn't the only thing he got from Naboo in the refresher, either, though at least he got the items packed in with others.

He blinked as he was turned around but assented easily, not questioning what the other man was up to. Streams of hot water down his back were quickly joined by the loofah and scented soaps, an appreciated affection that he accepted gratefully. It felt nice to be cared for so casually in a mundane sort of way and so Morgan let Emryc take take his time. Fingers running through his hair were slightly pressed into, though Morgan's movement stopped when the other man asked something unexpected.

His head turned slightly to the side, not looking but the typical sign he was paying Emryc direct attention. Morgan's face was briefly bewildered but it quickly turned into a embarrassed smile, gold shading in his neck and shoulders.

"You are welcome to," Morgan agreed after a moment or two of thought, having tried to ignore what a mess his hair was. He hadn't had a lot of time to think about it earlier but now he was reminded it bothered him. After Emryc had gone down his back Morgan retrieved a loofah of his own and turned around, stepping in close to peck the other man on the cheek and work gently over his skin as well, humming softly all the while.

"I think mushroom stew." His mind was clearly on dinner, though at the moment his eyes were taken in by what he was doing and who he was doing it with. Gold eyes turned up toward silver, a glimmer behind them.

"May I wash yours?" he asked, looking up at the half-Sephi's dyed black hair.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

For how intense Emryc could be when they were more intimate, he was just as gentle now. Every gesture had tender care behind it, and he leaned in to kiss along skin that was newly rinsed. He pulled Morgan close against himself, taking the time to wrap his arms around him from behind. Emryc pulled back after a moment, allowing Morgan to turn around and face him.

The half Sephi’s hair was matted to his face and one of his hands traveled down Morgan’s side, comfortably resting along his hip. He was still dwelling on his own question and his desire to trim and style Morgan’s hair. It was very out of character for him to do it for anyone but himself. But then again, most of what he felt towards Morgan was bizarre and inexplicable.

Emryc stared blankly as the Firrerreo randomly blurted out a dinner option. He blinked for a moment before adjusting to the new topic, offering a noncommittal shrug in response. He wasn’t sure he had even eaten mushroom stew before and it sounded strange, but he usually enjoyed whatever Morgan cooked.

The half Sephi looked at Morgan as he asked if he could wash his hair, and he had to remember that he had grown taller since they had started...dating. He tilted his head down slightly to allow Morgan to do as he pleased.

His arms loosely rested around Morgan’s waist, his eyes closed as he worked on his hair, “Can you...use your nails?” He discovered that he very much liked his head scratched, and the extra sharp nails worked wonders. If he were a Firrerreo, there would be some heavy purring going on right then.

Emryc’s body relaxed almost at once and he leaned his head closer to Morgan, trying not to fall asleep standing, “I love you,” He mumbled contentedly, eyes still closed, “I’ll eat your mushroom stew.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan smiled with delight and lathered his hands in some citrus-smelling shampoo, working it carefully through the other man's locks. He obliged the request for nails, careful not to apply too much force while he worked. The young man seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself and was quite meticulous about not missing anything, taking his time to massage every inch. It's not like they were in a rush, and sound of falling water was quickly joined by Morgan's humming transitioning into an old jatzy song.

"I love you too, cheri" the prince said softly with every drop of affection in his body, petting across the other man's hair in thanks for the bright new smile Morgan had on his face. Gently Emryc was guided into a stream of water so the shampoo could be washed off. "I'm sure you'll like it."

What he had in mind for dinner didn't involve much heat, just some more exotic ingredients and a variety of different mushrooms. In the middle of his food thoughts he was distracted by the utter contentment Emryc seemed to be experiencing. They stepped back out of the water and Morgan pulled the half-Sephi closer to rest his head against him while he conditioned his hair with something distinctly herbaceous, softly spreading it across every hair.

After he let it sit and slipped his arms around him to get at his back without making Emryc actually have to move. Morgan navigated with care around anything bandaged while the other arm held him and gently combed through his hair, letting the nails delicately drag across his scalp.

"I hope you can visit more often. I like it when you're here with me."

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc shook his head to jerk himself back to alertness. Almost falling asleep abruptly was quite unusual for him, and he was teetering on the edge of it again after having done it once already. There was a brief moment where his face scrunched up in irritation, but he pointedly looked over Morgan’s shoulder. Losing control was one of his biggest fears, and it always eluded him with anything regarding Morgan. The only reason it didn’t drive him to rage was because the Firrerreo didn’t have that control directly or purposely either. Or so he hoped.

It took a moment to realize that he wasn’t doing the best job of returning the favor for Morgan. Emryc still had the conditioner in his hair while he picked from an assortment of shampoos. He sniffed each one, immediately selecting the herbs and spices one that had lingered on his ship since Morgan had been on it. In fact, it was probably the exact same bottle. Satisfied with the choice, he got to work on Morgan’s hair, a very focused look on his face as he did so. He wasn’t in the habit of doing intimate things like this, and he took a very methodical approach to it.

Emryc glanced down when Morgan spoke, blinking at him, “I’ll visit as often as you allow it,” He said matter of factly before nudging Morgan towards the water to wash out his hair. He repeated the process before moving onto conditioner next.

“Especially since I eat better here,” He admitted quietly, begrudgingly agreeing that this food was better than his MREs. Emryc stared at Morgan for a moment, watching the way his hair matted down, the way the water moved over his body and the fanged smile that never seemed to leave his face.

The half Sephi closed the distance between them, capturing his lips. He gently pushed Morgan back against the foggy glass behind him, moving their heads out of the water but leaving their bodies in. His hands slid down Morgan’s sides and to his hips again, Emryc’s body pressing firmly against his.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Emryc was left to handle what he was handling on his own, his prince content to just keep on doing what he was doing. His attention was only drawn when the half-Sephi moved around to mess with the shampoo bottles, Morgan's head turning slightly toward the sound.

Morgan allowed his boyfriend to run through his hair, a gentle purr rumbling from his chest before too long. Emryc's response to his prince's hopes earned him another peck on the cheek while they moved under the water. He took the time to wash out Emryc's hair as well.

"You're always welcome here," he spoke up cheerfully, letting delicate fingers slide briefly over muscular shoulders and checking one of the bandages there. "It's nice to eat with someone I love, you know." Morgan really did enjoy cooking and eating together with Emryc far more than he thought he would, especially since it was in what was essentially his home for the moment. Besides which he was fairly certain his soldier boy generally subsisted on MREs and whatever the station fed him and the prince felt no shame in spoiling him a little.

He'd been in the middle of rinsing conditioner out when the other man's movement drew his attention, catching his lips and moving him back, gasping softly and skin flushing brighter gold. Morgan followed along and pressed into the kiss, an arm slipping over Emryc's shoulder and purr vibrating between them and against the water-warmed glass. The other slipping around his waist to pull him closer possessively, leveraging sharp fangs and his studded tongue to encourage his boyfriend's line of thought.

Morgan would easily give into the sudden affection, surrendering to the casual passion between them. He never tired of the heat of Emryc's body or how his hands felt on his skin wherever the half-Sephi wanted them to be, and each time it was more than obvious. His body betrayed what he felt and the hand around Emryc's waist traveled further down, tracing the muscles of his stomach.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc tasted the piercings, felt Morgan’s smooth skin under his touch and the warm water that washed over them both. Steam rose around them and he felt Morgan wrap his arms around him. He didn’t break the kiss, his eyes closed and water running down from his wet hair as he savored Morgan’s tender lips. His fingers pressed into his hips, his grip possessive in nature.

The purr rumbled against his chest, and he pressed even tighter against Morgan. The glass behind the Firrerreo squeaked as he was pushed against it, smearing through the vapor clinging to it. Emryc’s body was just as reactive, and he fully wanted Morgan to know how much he desired him. He pulled from the kiss just barely to speak.

“Visit me too,” He said quietly, his tone almost demanding, “I want to see you.”

He felt the hand trace along his stomach and he gazed at Morgan with a faint grin. One of his own hands drew back from Morgan’s hip to slide down his chest and below, feeling along the smooth, soaked muscles. He leaned in to kiss along his neck, too gentle to leave marks. Emryc pressed against him again, softly exhaling against his skin. There was no aggression in his movements, but there was desire. Every nuance and action spoke volumes of his love for Morgan and the deep ache Emryc always had for him.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

His breath quickened in his chest along with his heart, whimpering softly as his not so subtle appreciation spurred Emryc to move even closer. Slender fingers moved up the other man's neck to find wet and black dyed and buried themselves in it. The kiss broke and Morgan took a breath, wafting steam dancing in the stream of air between them. Golden eyes opened to find silver looking back at them, speaking volumes like they always did.

"I will," he promised, exhaling shakily at the touch of lips along his neck and fingers moving downwards with their attention. Both of them purposely teased and touched, soaking in that passionate and loving desire they shared. Morgan opened up his neck for Emryc lay his own against his shoulder, dotting kisses of his own along the muscle and up his neck.

"Visited on Ajan Kloss, didn't I?" he breathed beneath the man's ear, fingers in his hair tenderly petting through them. Morgan distinctly remembered a rendezvous directly after that matter had been settled. The prince's voice purred again, "I like watching you work, cheri. I'm proud to be yours."

Morgan kept on with his encouragement elsewhere, though his voice cut out for a moment into a soft whimpering. His grip on and around Emryc tightened in an attempt to pull him even closer despite already being pinned up against the glass, fog wiped away in the path their bodies took into a corner. Svelte limbs wrapped themselves as tightly up against and around Emryc as they could, never stopping the intimate game they played, two forms melting together beneath water and steam.

"I want to sing on your ship again," he suggested, followed by several different definitions of the word 'sing'.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc paused briefly at Morgan’s words, thoughts drifting back to Ajan Kloss for a moment. His lips were still against his warm, damp skin. He was Raze back there, and sometimes he had to actively pull back those memories. Fingers dug deeper into Morgan’s hip, Emryc pulling back slightly to gaze at the prince. He would notice traces of gold in the silver eyes.

“You like when we’re both monsters?” He asked almost angrily, but he quickly closed his eyes. They opened a moment later, the gold having faded and the warm silvers having returned. Emryc’s grip against Morgan’s hip was gentle again, but his desire for him remained unchanged as conveyed from the touch of his other hand.

He leaned in to kiss him once more, pressing against him and almost half groaning into his mouth as he spoke, “I want to hear you sing every time I see you,” Emryc bit down on his lower lip like Morgan had done to him hours ago, “And wherever I see you,” He almost growled as desire wove into every action. It grew more and more difficult to keep Raze back when he was with Morgan now.

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The entire refresher was completely foggy and full of steam. Emryc had a towel around his hips, his clothes still downstairs. He wore the scent of bath products that cost more credits than most civilians earned in a year. Emryc shook his head, wiping off the mirror to clear it. He looked for a product to style his hair, deciding he preferred his own simplistic brand over Morgan’s wide assortment of options.

“Your hair’s damp, I can cut it now,” Emryc said matter of factly as he looked over at him. He had cut his own hair several times before, and he had a high degree of confidence in his abilities.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Darth Stolas]

Fangs flashed between Morgan's lips as fingers gripped tighter against him and gold bled into silver, remembering what Emryc had called him in the same breath he'd first said he loved the prince. The other man quickly returned to a more controlled state, reminiscent of the kind of wild energy that often led to Morgan needing to be bound somehow.

"Yes," he answered simply, passions just as clearly conveyed while he spoke. "I love you always." Emryc's fiery kiss and desirous actions were met in kind, breath hitching when he was bitten and hands greedily grasping. The half-Sephi always brought out the wildest parts of his Firrerreo boyfriend and that wasn't likely to stop any time soon, silk and iron fingers hooking around the back of his neck.

"Then you will," the prince promised with eyes that burned like suns before sinking back into his soldier boy and giving himself over to their mutual affection.

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Morgan stood in front of the mirror unadorned, the towel he'd used to dry himself hanging on a rack while he tapped the wall control to turn on the vent. Wet rooms gathered mold and although Eriadu wasn't as humid as parts of Firrerre he still didn't want to have to deal with it. He quickly transitioned to filing his claws down while humming softly, surrounded by the usual scents along with the welcome addition of Emryc beneath them and looking distinctly content.

His head turned to angle an ear toward Emryc when he spoke and was followed by golden eyes after he finished the last claw, lips curled slightly upward in a soft smile. The offer had been sweet and he hadn't forgotten, per say, but he was distracted soon afterward and surely would have skipped over bringing it up again. Morgan blinked, then turned back to the mirror to examine his hair with a frown. It really was a mess, though he didn't regret the reason why in the least.

"I would appreciate that." Morgan pointed toward a wall cabinet that contained an array of hair care tools and products. The things used to actually cut hair were nearly unused it seemed like. In the meantime he arranged the things he used to style his own hair, arranged a towel on the counter like a cushion, and sat himself on it.

"Will this do?"

@Sreeya