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“I am sorry it is due to such unhappy circumstances,” said Haurchefant. “I dreamt bringing you to my family's home would be an occasion of pure joy.”
That sounded like they were getting betrothed.
“At the very least, we are not lacking in creature comforts,” he said as Nezh’a crunched on the bone of the drumstick he’d been devouring. “I may take this chance to spoil you a little.”
Nezh’a swallowed, looking out at the veritable sea of dishes that had been placed before him, tail swishing back and forth. “Haven’t you spoiled me already?”
“I’ve barely begun. Oh, here,” he said, pulling one of the many plates closer. “Our cook makes the best apple tarts in Ishgard-- nay, Coerthas even. Try one.” Haurchefant held out a triangle-shaped pastry, and Nezh’a leaned over and chomped on it, pulling it from his outstretched hand.
The flaky, buttery crust gave way to a slightly tart and cinnamony filling. “Oh,” Nezh’a breathed out, half a sigh. He took another bite.
Haurchefant laughed. “You should see the look on your face, my friend.”
When they had finished off the last of the pastries together, Nezh’a let out a yawn.
“Will I be staying with you?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual so as not to sound overly eager.
“Would you like to?” Haurchefant smiled when he nodded. “Wonderful!” He stood from the table. “If you could wait here, I’ll prepare the room and draw you a bath.”
As Haurchefant departed, Nezh’a took a moment to observe his reflection in the clean silverware, attempting to smooth flyaway strands of black hair into place (an ultimately futile endeavor).
He did not know how he could ever repay Haurchefant for his kindness. Not that it was guilt that put them in bed together; no, that was all Menphina’s providence.
He was drawn out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder.
“Ready,” Haurchefant said, and Nezh’a’s stomach did a funny little swoop.
A fire burned low in the bedroom across from a four-poster bed. Haurchefant led him to the attached bathroom and helped Nezh’a out of his clothes and into the bath, which was already full of hot water (it was a bit tall for him, not being of Elezen build).
“Is the temperature alright?” Haurchefant asked. He dipped a cloth in the water and began to gently wipe the paint from Nezh’a’s face.
“Yes,” said Nezh’a. “Perfect, actually.”
“Good. Let me attend to you.” He started on Nezh’a’s hair, running fingers through it to straighten it out and massaging soap into his scalp.
After getting out of the bath, Nezh’a was draped in a robe and ushered back into the bedroom.
“Wait for me for a moment,” said Haurchefant, kissing his forehead. He went to the wardrobe and returned with a glass bottle. Nezh’a raised an eyebrow.
“Would you lie on your back for me?” Haurchefant asked. Nezh’a got comfortable on the bed, hands at his sides. Haurchefant knelt beside him. He drew back the sides of the robe and uncorked the bottle, and the scent of roses flooded the room. “This is an oil to help relax your muscles.”
He poured until it pooled on Nezh’a’s stomach, then began to rub it into his skin, making broad circular motions with his hands and massaging as he went. Nezh’a purred, a rumble deep in his throat.
“It smells good, doesn’t it?”
Haurchefant began to knead his foot, working his way from toe to heel.
“Ah--” Nezh'a inhaled sharply as Haurchefant bent to press his lips to the top of it. “Is that-- is that truly necessary?”
“I want to treasure every part of you.”
Nezh’a’s cock stirred. “Haurchefant,” he said in a strained voice. He had a good month before his next heat, but now he felt a similar flare of desperation and want deep in his gut.
“I can take care of that.” Haurchefant positioned them so that Nezh’a’s legs were hooked over his shoulders, while Haurchefant’s hands rested against the outsides of his thighs.
“My love,” he said. He pressed his lips to the head of Nezh’a’s erection in a kiss and nuzzled it with his cheek. Nezh’a let out a soft whimper, heels digging into Haurchefant’s back.
The room seemed to go out of focus when Haurchefant dipped his head to swirl his tongue about the tip. Nezh’a arched up into his mouth, tail curling in pleasure.
“Ngh, Haurchefant, I--”
Haurchefant dragged his tongue up the length before sealing his lips over it once more. Nezh’a lay back and closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensation of the wet heat over his cock.
“Close,” he hissed, hands finding Haurchefant’s hair. He gripped it tight and spilled into Haurchefant's waiting mouth.
Afterwards, he stroked Nezh'a's ears, sending him into a state of blissful relaxation as he sprawled across Haurchefant’s lap.
“Thank you,” he murmured sleepily.
“Rest now,” Haurchefant told him. “I shall be here when you wake.”