WRITER’S NOTE:

These short stories are written in unison between Tashi (@khian.bsky.social) & I. The style of writing is RP and sectioned as such. Cayto is written by Tashi, and Lohkri is written by me, Cillian.

Tashi/Cayto: 💜

Cillian/Lohkri: 🧡

Rating: M 🔞 (NSFW AHEAD!)

💜💜

The keeper enjoyed the more slow and savoring treatment he got from his partner, quite approving of the time Lohkri took now to touch and feel his partner's smooth skin over his front. Cayto wasn't one for unnecessary touches, especially not from strangers. But this? He felt wanted and adored.

He stretched both his arms up as Lohkri freed him from his shirt and let his hands drop on Lohkri's thighs, feeling over the still covered skin and muscles up until his fingers reached the hem of his pants, sassily hooking behind them at the seeker’s hips. His brown hair looks a bit more disheveled over his forehead after the removal of the shirt and his head is still comfortably laid back in the cushions. His attentive gaze watches over Lohkri's movements, shortly hiding behind his eyelids as his partner caressed around his chest again. If he noticed the viper's shortly contemplating behavior, Cayto didn't show it. He was drifting in this precious closeness he shared with him. Still relaxed and trustfully excited. For now.

Lohkri can grab Cayto's right hand once more and when he carefully but clearly tugs on the dark fabric, attempting to pull it up over Cayto's fingers, the Keeper wants to close his fingers into a fist. Slowly but surely.

A careful shimmer appears in his eyes and he says: “No.” Without anger or fear or any other strong emotion. Just a simple but clear No.

🧡🧡

Cayto's firm grip on his thighs and his ever sneaky peek at the viper's hips didn't fail to make a small, content noise come out of Lohkri. His hips made tiny roll forward when he did that.

And just like he thought, Lohkri was met with a hard no. His sunflower eyes hardened back at Cayto, but there was this yearning in them. Not desperation, but a sort of soft pain. It was not lost upon the viper that this scared his partner. He knows Cayto's mind enough that this is the last thing he wants to do right now.

"Please..." he pleads quietly, Lohkri's usual stubbornness still apparent in his tone, continuing to hold the mage's hand close to him, not letting go of the edge of the fabric around Cayto's wrist. "It will be alright. I know it will." Lohkri rubbed his thumbs over his partner's knuckles to hopefully put him a little more at ease. "I know how much it scares you, but I... really don't think anything will happen."