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It had been over a month since the Exarch had slept in his bed last, giving up proper sleep and opting for short naps wherever he could find the time. He had been busy keeping both the residents of the Crystarium and his beloved Warrior of Darkness safe, all while keeping his true identity hidden from the one he cared about most.
All of those worries were behind him for a little. The only thoughts on his mind were of the one sleeping next to him: of their adventure into the Crystal Tower together so many years ago, of their intimacy, of their pained separation.
Without Koh’a being a guiding light during those long years building up the Crystarium, it would never have come this far. A living city, guided by his hand but autonomous and strong, as resilient as the people who resided within.
All that and more he owed to Koh’a’s existence. After the fight with Emet-Selch, the Exarch had to take time to recover, but how was he supposed to with his love sleeping next to him?
Koh’a was only partially awake, drifting in and out of consciousness, taking quick peeks to make sure that the Exarch had not left his side. When the Exarch started moving, Koh’a reached out and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling the Exarch back towards himself.
“Are you feeling okay?” Koh’a asked, watching G’raha’s ears perk up at the sudden noise.
“Rather well, all things considered. How are you, my love?”
“Quite happy,” Koh’a hugged him from behind, “I’m sharing a bed with you again, after all of the time apart.”
“Are you certain that is the only reason why you might be happy?” the Exarch pushed his hips back into Koh’a’s, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“I may have some—other things I am looking forward to,” Koh’a brought him closer and placed a soft kiss on his neck while running his hand up the Exarch’s shirt. He wanted to know, he needed to know that G’raha was there with him.
“Will Lyna be upset at you for preventing me from resting?” G’raha put his hand over where Koh’a’s hand was roaming underneath his shirt, squeezing it.
“Only just a little bit,” He hoped. He had discussed things with Lyna beforehand, “I’ll tend to all your needs so you can relax and recover.”
“What might you have in mind, love?” G’raha flipped around, getting a glimpse of Koh’a’s face.
“Do you remember back, during NOAH’s expedition into the Crystal Tower, how we shared the same tent?”
“Of course I do. I remember how it all made me feel, how you made me feel.” G’raha pushed Koh’a’s hair out of his face and stroked his cheek while leaning in for a kiss, the first of many that day. He familiarized himself with his lips, his mouth, his taste.
“How you felt within me~. I remember that the most, Koh'a.”
Those final words lit a fire inside of Koh’a, making him all the more determined to rip off all of both his and G’raha’s clothes and show G’raha how much he truly meant to him.
“I was hoping to treat you to something similar. You need only stay in bed and relax.”
G’raha blushed, unsure of what specific scenario he might have been referring to. Spending their nights together curled up on bedrolls in Saint Coinach's Find, they got up to no small amount of unscholarly behavior, whether it be G’raha or Koh’a who initiated it.
Koh’a pulled himself out of bed, taking off his shirt in the process. G’raha had some indication of what Koh’a might be planning now, obvious by the bulge in his shorts.
He grabbed G’raha by the feet and brought him to the edge of the bed, initiating a kiss while G’raha was upright and had his legs wrapped around Koh’a’s waist.
“I love you Raha,” Koh’a muttered between messy kisses. “Every part of you.”
Koh’a wrapped his arms around G’raha as their kisses grew longer, forgoing the need to breathe. He removed G’raha’s shirt and admired his body, glowing in the dimly lit bedroom.
“You’re beautiful,” Koh’a told him, busy running one hand through G’raha’s hair and the other tracing the path the crystal had taken up his arm and onto his face. All of it, interlaced with gold
“Every part?”
G’raha was unsure if Koh’a could truly love him with the markings of his connection to the Crystal Tower covering his body. A permanent reminder of what he had to do to save Koh’a and the First.
“Yes G’raha, of course,” Koh’a reached for his crystalline hand, “You’re still my G’raha Tia. Being here with you now, it’s the happiest I’ve been since— since we were together last. Adventuring with NOAH, those nights with you, I still think about it every day. We can make new memories together; memories to look fondly on.”
G’raha was stunned. How was he supposed to respond to such honest kindness? He opened his mouth and tried to respond but before he could get any words out, Koh’a spoke again.
“Just— let me show you—how much you mean to me.”
He got down on both knees in front of G’raha, who was seated on the edge of the bed. He laid his head down upon G’raha’s thigh and looked up, admiring his bright ruby eyes. He had been fortunate that G’raha chose to not wear the elegant attire associated with his role while within Crystal Tower.
Koh’a guessed that he would continue to wear his hood for days to come, leaving his uncovered face for Koh’a only.
Knowing that made him cherish the look on G’raha’s face even more. He tried to commit to memory how his hair looked when it wasn’t up in his usual braid. He was beautiful. Everything Koh’a remembered and more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Koh’a asked while reaching for G’raha’s waist, preparing to take off the shorts that he usually wore underneath his robes.
“Only with you, love. I trust you.” Koh’a was relieved, if only slightly. He could tell G’raha was very self-conscious about what had become of his body after traveling to the First. He was still perfect, but Koh’a couldn’t think of anything to show him other than what he was already planning.
Koh’a ran his fingers under G’raha’s shorts, slowly pulling them down at an agonizingly slow pace, kissing the skin being revealed as he made progress in getting to his true objective. He played with the outline of G’raha’s hardening dick through his smalls, using his fingers at first but eventually using his tongue. He began by taking quick swipes of his tongue, eventually turning into longer, languid strokes.
“Koh'a— please~,” G’raha was grabbing at Koh’a’s hair, trying to communicate how much he needed him. He needed to be sure it wasn’t another one of his many fantasies showing up within his dreams.
“It’s okay Raha, I’m not going anywhere,” He stopped what he was doing to kiss G’raha, a promise that he meant what he said. G’raha leaned into the kiss, moving his other hand to connect with his other on Koh’a’s neck, pulling him closer.
They stayed like that until neither of them could breathe, locked at the lips, and entirely focused on how the other felt. Taking a break for air, Koh’a slipped away and went back to G’raha’s smallclothes, and slipped them off of his body, leaving him fully exposed.
He laid gentle kisses along his length at first, delighted by the blissful noises that G’raha was making in response to the touch.
“I forgot how much I loved these sounds you make,” Koh’a muttered through the kisses. They turned into swipes of his tongue along the underside of G’raha’s cock.
“Koh'a..”
Koh’a looked up into G’raha’s sparkling eyes, glowing brighter than the early morning sun peeking into the bedroom through the window opposite them. He could see the love and the passion within those eyes. He smiled at G’raha before turning his attention back to his needy cock right next to his face.
Koh’a ran his tongue across the head of G’raha’s length before taking him into his mouth partway, eliciting a moan from both of them. He set his hand on the lower half, moving his head to siphon more of G’raha’s beautiful moans, the breathy sayings of his name.
G’raha placed his hands on Koh’a’s head, one massaging an ear and one combing through his hair. Koh’a let out a quiet moan, approving of what G’raha was doing.
G’raha could hear his heartbeat as he remembered all the times they got up to no good while initially discovering the Crystal Tower’s secrets. Even now, all those memories paled in comparison to how alive he felt in this moment. He was practically bursting at the seams, entirely focused on how Koh’a’s mouth felt and how happy he looked.
Koh’a went further, running his nose into G’raha’s groin as he enveloped his length within his mouth. G’raha shuddered at the change, grabbing the bed tightly before arching his back and pushing himself the smallest bit further into Koh’a’s mouth, letting out the sweetest noises while doing so. Koh’a immediately missed his hands’ presence on top of his head but was reassured by G’raha’s heightened presence within his mouth.
Koh’a gasped as he slowly released G’raha from his mouth, letting moans escape from his lips. G’raha set one of his hands back on top of Koh’a’s hair and felt him let out a quiet purr. G’raha could not have imagined them being so intimate this soon after reuniting, but he was all the happier for it. The amount of love between them was immense, blinding.
Koh’a looked up at G’raha’s face, almost as red as his hair, “I see you’re enjoying yourself—”
“But, what about you?”
“I’m getting plenty of enjoyment from making you squirm— don’t worry about me Raha—”
Koh’a took G’raha’s cock back into his mouth, stealing a moan from G’raha as he tightened his hand’s grip upon Koh’a’s head, urging him to go faster and deeper than before.
All they could focus on now was the warmth shared between them. G’raha could only think about how warm and welcoming Koh’a’s mouth was. Koh’a was lost in G’raha’s noises and shivers of pleasure.
G’raha was pushing him down more now, close to his end, coming apart at the seams.
“I..,” G’raha tapped him on the shoulder, “I’m close—“
The anticipation caused Koh’a to curse himself for not exposing his dick earlier. He would’ve done anything to take himself in hand, not requiring more than a few strokes to find his finish. He tried to set it aside in his mind, focusing on G’raha instead.
Koh’a maintained what he was doing, leading G’raha to his inevitable release. He started clawing at his own through the clothing, desperate for any form of touch upon his own need.
G’raha tensed up and pushed himself into his lover’s mouth while pushing Koh’a’s head down.
G’raha opened his mouth to say something but only a mewl and gasps for air came out as he unraveled within Koh’a’s mouth, waves of pleasure shooting through him and down his lover’s throat, who happily received all he had to give. The pent-up pleasure from all the years apart came out inside of his mouth, and Koh’a took all of it.
After G’raha came down from the high, Koh’a took off all of his clothing. He sat up, pushing the Exarch backward to make some room within his lap. Koh’a proceeded to put one of his hands around his shoulder and the other around both of their dicks, now pushed up against one another.
Koh’a let him explore his mouth while beginning to brush up against G’raha’s dick, moving his hand in the process. He gave him a taste of what G’raha tasted like. He moaned into his mouth, acutely aware of what was in there moments ago.
Koh’a wrapped both of his hands around G’raha’s shoulders while finding his release by rubbing up against him. As he peaked, he whispered “I love you, Raha,” into G’raha’s ear, before giving it a light bite. As he crested, he held tightly onto G’raha as he spilled onto their chests.
They stayed, intertwined, for what seemed like bells, enjoying each other's presence to the fullest. In truth, it was only 5 minutes until Koh’a got up from the bed to go and fetch a towel to clean up the mess he had made on G’raha’s chest.
“What are you up to?” G’raha asked as Koh’a left to go walk into the kitchen.
“Fetching you breakfast G’raha; that was only part one of my plan. You better not leave that bed!”
G’raha sighed, knowing how upset Koh’a would be if he tried to help him. He slipped on his smallclothes and waited for Koh’a to return.
“Do the Scions want to speak to you today? You’re welcome to leave if you have business to attend to.”
“G’raha, I hope you don’t think that I’d leave you to do busywork right after getting you back.” He returned to the bedroom with a towel and a plate of food, dropped off by Lyna earlier at Koh’a’s request. “The Scions will understand sooner or later why I am missing. I have already brought up our shared history together, after all.” He squeezed G’raha’s hand.
“I plan to stay right here with you, cuddled up in this bed until you are fully recovered.”
