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.

After a heated night of passion, and the long awaited event of Cayto finally letting the little viper persuade him to take off his gloves and fully touch him (a very emotional evening for the both of them), Lohkri wakes up to many nagging thoughts running through his mind. Thoughts that still remind him of the project he had started before they left Thanalan to travel to Sharlayan. As per his U tribe custom of finding that long term partner, Lohkri gathered coveted items to serve as polished trinkets to craft into a courtship charm for his beloved mage. A highly coveted item from his culture that whoever receives it, and accepts it, is bound to them for life, and the afterlife. The Seeker finally gains the courage to approach the scholar about it and fully proclaims his devotion and love, clinging onto hope that Cayto feels the same.

Tashi/Cayto: 💜

Cillian/Lohkri: 🧡

Rating: T

🧡🧡

The warmth of the morning sun touched his bare skin as it crept through the blinds and painted the bedroom in its golden glow. In his haziness, Lohkri could still feel the satin caress of Cayto's naked palms gliding over his body. Or was it earlier before the sun rose? Or both? He did not remember hearing his partner slink out of bed to get ready for for his day of work at the Noumenon. The little viper purred to try to soothe himself back to sleep, refusing to wake up from the current dream he was having; things got rather heated last night. Perhaps he was reminiscing blips of the bliss he experienced with his mage spoiling him. Giving into his wish to remove the cotton gloves that covered his palms so he could really touch him and turn the dial up to a ten.

By Azeyma... could that man make him feel some sort of way.

After another hour lazily lounging under the silky bed sheets, Lohkri slowly blinked his eyes awake and sat up, looking around the room like he didn't know when or where he was. His hair was a wild, disheveled mess, and he was still very naked. Glancing over at the clock on the opposite side of the room, it read 11:53 am. Shit, he really did sleep in. And he was sore, all over. The viper reluctantly crawled out of the comfortable, warm bed, and sauntered his way to the bathroom, his bare feet creating small tapping sounds on the tile floors.

The second he looked into the mirror Lohkri's face turned as red as a ripe beet. He tilted his head to the side to get a better view of his neck and lightly touched the bright red and purple bruise, and a few others, that decorated his throat. His collarbone. Around his left nipple. His boney hips. Even his inner thighs weren't safe from Cayto's fangs.

Gods above.

The Seeker must have forgotten he begged Cayto to mark him, and mark him he did. Thoroughly so, and boy were they sore. Their activities from last night came flooding back from his memory bank, and it instantly filled his belly with butterflies and ascended his heart above the clouds.

They may have only been intimate a few times, but Lohkri's unbridled love for this mage was at a boiling point now. He couldn't wait any longer. The courtship items still sat stowed away in his pack, patiently waiting for him to collect and prepare them to give to Cayto. To gather the courage to tell this man he wanted something more. And hope that Cayto also felt the same way. That what he was feeling all these long months being with this stubborn scholar — learning about him, eating meals with him, battling with him, traveling with him, making love to him — is what he now finally understands is love. Burning him from the inside out like a geyser about to erupt, his true feelings of how he's pined for this man for what felt like ages now spilling forth. But even though they now lived together and were “together,” that fear of being rejected still loomed over him like a dark cloud. Would Cayto really? After all this?