sterngaze | psl | arranged marriage: continuation

[ His wolfish grin flashes on his face, satisfied, but Cardan doesn't voice his wishes right away. He must take a moment to indulge, first-- in the pliant softness of his lover's mouth, in the silken slide of his cock against Cardan's. It's good, it's so good; had they both just awoken, he might have been content with the easy pleasure of this indulgence.

But, of course, neither of them is built for easy things.

He pulls away. His hand slides from both of them; he shivers with the loss. His palms find Liem's narrow hips instead -- and then smooth down over his thighs as Cardan pushes himself up to kneel, letting the duvets pool around his knees. Liem may not have gotten much warmer, but Cardan wants to see him, with his disheveled shirt and tousled hair -- and, as always, the fussy socks that have so come to delight him. His gaze on Liem is greedy. For a long moment, he just watches him, taking him in, from the tips of his ears to the pale thighs Cardan has nestled himself between. He cannot help the sharp, satisfied smile that blooms on his face. ]

Turn around, husband, would you?

I wish to have you from behind.

[When Cardan draws away from him to gaze down at his body, the sudden absence of contact feeds the hungry ache flaring beneath Liem’s skin. The starved, ravenous part of him that feeds his impatience wants to push up from the bed he’s reclining on, wants to chase Cardan up and claim that soft mouth again, regardless of his husband’s attempt to consider him.

But that intent, hungry gaze is irresistible in its own way. Liem watches it move over him, restraining his yearning as he indulges instead in the pleasure of simply being desired, frustration and eagerness alike throbbing through him in every place he aches for lack of Cardan’s touch.

It makes the tease of Cardan’s warm hands on him all the more impossible to ignore. Impatience glitters in his eyes as he finally pushes himself upright, leaning closer to steal one last kiss from his husband. As his teeth graze the curve of Cardan's lip, he shrugs the unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders and tugs it free of his arms, one sleeve at a time.

If he is to have Cardan at his back, he insists on being bare. He wants to feel the heat of his breath and the intensity of his gaze, and the softness of his skin where they touch. If he is going to let Cardan take him as he pleases, Liem wants to feel his lover’s desire in every shift of air against his bared skin.]

Here, [he murmurs, pulling away so he can turn as Cardan had directed, thighs spread so his husband can nestle between them. Just where Liem wants him.]

[ Despite that Cardan was the one who asked for this, Liem will no doubt hear his sharp, startled intake of breath. This evening has already teased him with everything that preceded it -- he is unprepared for the sheer eroticism of his husband's offering himself to him this way. It makes his heart thump hard in his chest, makes his head cloud with desire. ]

Liem...

[ His greed is helpless. Though it is not exactly what he'd planned on doing, he cannot stop himself from moving, from running greedy hands over the muscle of Liem's back, down his flanks, his hips, before Cardan presses close against him. For a moment, he can only bury his face against Liem's neck, breathing him in with a degree of need that borders on compulsion. His heavy kisses stamp against the back of his husband's neck, his shoulder; his mouth traces the shell of Liem's ear. His breath comes noticeably harder when he speaks, his voice so low it is nearly a growl: ]

You're the only one who does this to me.

[ Only Liem can make Cardan this insane, can offer himself up so fully and still evoke this howling greed that blots out everything else. It takes a gargantuan effort to peel himself away -- though he must, he must, if he is to procure the vial of oil, if he is to actually fuck Liem in the way that he wants to. And he does, so fervently, want to. ]

[As soon as Liem has turned himself around, as soon as he feels the hungry gaze on his back and hears the sharp intake of Cardan’s breath, the lust simmering low in his belly heats to a feverish pitch. He feels drawn tight, a held breath waiting for the next touch, each sensation now keener for the lack of his own ability to see Cardan, to touch him.

Warm palms sliding down his body make him shiver, and when Cardan presses close to pepper his skin with heavy kisses, Liem arches against him, savouring the feel of his lover’s body at his back.]

Good.

[He says it under his breath, a selfish little sentiment barely more than a whisper. Good; he wants to be the only man who so stokes Cardan’s desire. He wants to capture his greed so completely that Cardan never thinks to look at anyone else or wish for something new. And he wants every scrap of Cardan’s avid attention that he can get, because the only true bliss he has known has come in the form of his husband wrapped around him like a precious secret, and he is ever desperate for that feeling.

He has never been able to understand the lure commanding Cardan’s obsession, but it doesn’t matter. He has it now, and he wants nothing more than to indulge that obsession as far as it will go.]

[ He is gone for the space of a few breaths, hurried forward by his own relentless desire. When Cardan returns, his touch is gleefully indulgent: sliding slick fingers over Liem's chest to tease at his nipples, even as he bends low to suck a bruise to the tender skin behind his husband's ear.

And he keeps talking, because it's difficult to stop when he's like this, so sensitized and full of ardent feeling. ]

I love-- [ He pinches, delighted by the way the oil-slick skin feels under his fingers. ] --having you exposed to my whims.

[ It makes him a special kind of desperate, always. His touch slides lower, painting Liem's skin with a glistening trail of oil, until he can wrap greedy fingers around his cock and stroke. And if he moves against Liem in time with the movement of his hand, it's only because he's so enamoured with him, so impatient, so helplessly taken in. ]

[For some reason, Liem doesn’t expect the heated mouth behind his ear and the slick touch at his chest. He had expected warm, impatient fingers sliding between them to penetrate him, to make him ready for Cardan to claim him in the way that he obviously (Liem had thought) wanted; instead, his sudden breath is surprised as his husband bends over him again, teasing one eager nipple as he murmurs against Liem’s neck. Liem shifts beneath him, arching and then shivering with the insidious pleasure of the teasing attention to his chest.]

I— ah—

[The slide of the fingers closing around his cock interrupts both speech and thought, making them stutter as Cardan grinds wantonly against him. His eyes sink closed and he swallows back an eager little noise that the slick stroking threatens to coax from him.

Because he, too, loves being at Cardan’s mercy like this. He loves feeling like he belongs to him, wholly and unreservedly, like a special toy he cannot get enough of. It drives him mad, every time—and it is a madness he is ever glad to fall prey to.]

[ The difficult part of having Liem at his mercy is that Cardan is impatient for all of him, all the time, and yet he only has two hands to work with. He considers, for a moment, staying like this -- he's sure he could tease them both to distraction easily enough, with his hand on Liem's cock and his mouth decorating the elegant line of Liem's shoulders with bruises and love bites.

It's just that he's restless about it. It's just that he wants Liem to lose the ability to suppress the sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape him, wants him well and truly vulnerable to the gauntlet of Cardan's intemperance. So he will move, as he must, trailing heated kisses down the line of Liem's spine, into the dip between his shoulder blades -- before he finally straightens, back to being upright on his knees.

The view he gets from this angle makes him shiver and suck in another wanting breath -- and he knows, despite the maddening loss of friction, that he's made the right choice. He keeps up the insistent, demanding stroking, even as his slick fingers find Liem's entrance and press inside him.

Liem is right about one thing: he is impatient about it. It will show in his tortured, shivery exhalation, in the heat of his hands and the hurried tempo of his heart. For all that he loves having Liem in his grasp, he can never help being hungry for more of him. ]

[It’s a little torturous when Cardan pulls back again, the lean, solid heat of him pulling away from Liem’s back, leaving Liem bereft of his weight and his hungry kisses. He is loath to lose these things—though there is a limit to how disappointed he can be, when he is still occupied by the slick, determined fingers closed around his cock. His breath still comes in heavy, restless gasps as Cardan works him—and when he does feel oiled fingers penetrating him after all, those restless breaths leave him on a stuttered sigh.

And still, Liem too is hungry like this. He is eager for Cardan’s pleasure; he wants to feel the grind of his hips against him again, wants to hear his indulgence in the speeding tempo of his pulse and feel the heat of Cardan’s restless breaths breaking against his skin. It makes him more impatient, to be the only one being touched. He bites down stubbornly on his lip in response, trembling with the effort of withstanding Cardan’s diligent caress, refusing to let himself squirm into his hands.

Even if it is driving him quietly insane. Even if, despite his stubbornness and his frustration, he still does not ever want Cardan to stop.]

[ Selfishly, he adores this too: Liem's gasps and hitched breathing, the beautiful trembling of the slim body beneath his touch. Selfishly, because he suspects Liem prefers closeness to the distance of Cardan's hungry regard -- and because Cardan nonetheless loves him a little desperate, loves it when his obliging husband breaks and becomes demanding of Cardan's touch.

He lacks the patience to torment Liem long enough to get there, this time, but he will still savour this while he can. And, after all, he so prefers to be thorough when he's working Liem open for his cock, because there are few things as satisfying as sinking into a body so perfectly eager, teased so pliant by desire. His own breath stutters just thinking about it, and lust thrills through him, heady like Faerie wine. ]

...Are you holding back, husband?

[ And on the night of my birth? is the implication that curls smugly around his words, unsaid. Nevermind that Cardan had not expected to celebrate the night of his birth a scarce half hour ago; they are celebrating now, and so Liem, obviously, ought to oblige him. ]

[Liem feels Cardan’s smug question slide velvet-soft over him, making his skin tingle as though teased by Cardan’s warm breath. Yes: Of course he is holding back. He has to be patient; he cannot lose his head to pleasure when Cardan is still in the midst of readying him for his cock… can he?

Uncertainty joins hands with the slick touch determined to make him stupid with lust. He doesn’t remember why patience is so important just now, and he lacks the focus necessary to figure it out. He has some vague idea that surely his husband enjoys testing his stubbornness, but the note of reproach implied in Cardan’s tone makes Liem question this, and wonder if the only thing Cardan enjoys is the indulgence of seeing him stripped bare of it.]

Should I do otherwise…?

[As if to punctuate his breathless question, Liem rolls his hips into the tight embrace of Cardan’s stroking hand. Sensation pulls another aborted moan to the very back of his throat, making his lashes flutter. Still, he refuses to give the impulse free rein.]

Mm… Would that please you?

Yes, [ Cardan breathes. Yes, of course it would please him -- him, who has laboured for nothing quite so hard as he has for Liem's abandon. It was his own stubborn hunger that first drove him to this: the desire to see more of those tantalizing glimpses of desire, of the vulnerability that his husband showed only so rarely. Now, months later, he considers it nothing less than a sacred duty.

Someone ought to unshackle Liem from his self-control, every now and then, and no one else seems meet for the task.

It makes him a little feral, every time he gets close. When Liem fucks into his grip, Cardan's determined rhythm falters, for the briefest moment. He wants to fuck him; he wants to sweep away all of Liem's relentless restraint, wants to claim him with his hands and mouth and cock. The fact he is, presently, permitted only one of those is unconscionable. His sigh is ragged with impatience. ]

I always want everything, Liem. Surely you know.

[Cardan’s immediate, impatient reply coaxes a brief smile onto Liem’s face, charmed as he is for a moment despite the warm touch occupying the entirety of his attention. Yes, of course Cardan wants this; what of Liem’s doesn’t his husband desire, after all? It is one of the constants that Liem trusts in, that Cardan always wishes to possess that which is his.

Fortunately, Liem loves surrendering parts of himself into his husband’s avaricious care. He lets his eyes fall closed again as the thought pulses through him, pulling a wanting sigh from his throat.]

Keep my restraint a while, then.

[If Cardan wishes to be in charge of such things for tonight, he certainly may. It will free Liem to squirm again into the welcome attention of Cardan’s hands, helpless little breaths catching at his lungs. Pleasure shivers through him, insistent.]

I am in your care.

[ Paradoxically, even though he'd wanted to have Liem in his sight badly enough to deprive both of them of contact... when Liem gives him the thing he wants, when he sighs and then squirms into Cardan's touch -- is when Cardan's own restraint fails altogether. His fingers slide out of Liem; he needs his hand to support himself. Because he must move, again, to cover his husband's lithe body with his own, his feverish mouth sliding up to his Liem's ear. ]

Always, husband. Always.

[ This is his one and only duty: to take care of the man he has wed, to keep him happy, to occupy his thoughts with something other than obligation and self-reproach. He will pursue it with a zealous fervour he has never dedicated to anything before. But then, Nicasia didn't need him, and he'd never loved anyone else.

The thought wakes some unnameable ache within his chest.

He smothers it with his own hunger, shifting to press closer still, his mouth smearing haphazard kisses over Liem's shoulders. ]

Come up, [ he will instruct, because he needs all of it-- needs to torment Liem with his hands and with his mouth, needs to feel every exquisite shiver and gasp against his own body. He cannot -- cannot possibly -- achieve both of those things like this. The warm hand on Liem's cock shifts, briefly, to splay on his abdomen, urging him upright just as well. ]

[Cardan’s voice in his ear stirs a hot little flutter just below his ribs, eager and anxious both. Cardan often awakens this feeling in him: a yearning so desperate it frightens him with its heedlessness. Liem shivers with it now, feeling ripples of that wanting heat spread from everywhere Cardan’s lips touch. His lover’s welcome presence against his back makes the attention to his cock seem all the more demanding, and he groans with frustration when suddenly the stroking touch moves away.

Eager to enable both Cardan’s hungers and his schemes, Liem moves readily at his direction, shifting forward slightly so he can brace himself still against the elegantly appointed earthen wall above the headboard. He is trembling enough already without adding the possibility of wobbling off-balance to the mix.]

[ Cardan barely backs off enough to give Liem space to right himself; as soon as his husband is upright, he presses against him once more, greedy as always. For a moment, he simply stays like that, letting his quick breaths break against the edge of Liem's ear as his possessive hands skim down his husband's trembling flanks. It is such a joy, always, to feel him -- solid and real and beautiful and Cardan's, ever Cardan's, in every way he never thought he'd have. He cannot fathom that the world doesn't burn up in jealousy over his good fortune.

The firm hold of his hands purports to be steadying as they slip down to Liem's slim hips... only to tug them backwards, toward him. It is a little wicked, maybe, to unbalance Liem when he's already been so obliging, but Cardan cannot help craving his husband's vulnerability. It sparks a lean, hungry heat in him; he suspects they are alike in this, too.

And when he spreads Liem's thighs with hungry hands, when he presses against him, and then inside, filling him up and claiming him again, it is as perfect as it ever has been. The pleasure of it pulses through him, impossibly keen; his teeth sink into Liem's shoulder, seeking to muffle the wanting groan that rises from his throat. ]

[Liem tries, with limited success, to temper the impatience he feels as Cardan presses close again, slick palms roaming Liem’s flanks while his lover’s breath tickles his ear. He wants those hands everywhere. He wants the cock pressed conspicuously against him to be inside him. It seems outrageous to him that his restless, ever-hungry husband could still consistently find the patience to tease him in this way, just to drive him a little bit more insane.

Well, Cardan already said he didn’t want Liem holding back. Probably he feels the same about Liem’s efforts to endure his own anticipation without complaint—but Liem can’t quite bring himself to abandon that inclination so easily, even for his husband.

He only makes a small, startled noise when Cardan tugs his hips back, forcing him to find his balance again, braced slightly lower against the wall. That surprise turns to a breathless little moan as he feels Cardan finally press into him, the sensation accompanied by a delicious stab of pain from his husband’s sudden bite. His cock throbs with it, and he continues to be keenly aware of the hands now traversing his hips and thighs, very much not touching the rest of him.]

Yes, [he gasps, clutching uselessly at the stone and root beneath his hands.] Cardan…

[ Every time he fucks Liem, he finds himself teetering on the edge: determined to try and make it last, to draw out his husband's torment and pleasure alike-- and yet, and yet, ever vulnerable to his own consuming lust. The soft little moan Liem gives nearly pushes him over, sparking a flare of heat inside him. His hands on Liem tighten, grow hard; his breathing is already heavier than he wants it to be.

But he doesn't tumble over into madness, not quite. When he moves inside Liem, when his hips rock into him, it's with a leisurely rhythm that belies the need burning through him. Still, his thrusts are heavy, deliberate; when his hand closes over Liem's, it's because he, too, needs to brace himself.

His voice will rumble in Liem's ear, quiet like a secret. ]

The way you fit me-- [ It's perfect. Liem is perfect, in a way that makes Cardan foolish with besotted greed. But that's fine; he's stopped caring such a long time ago. ] --like you were made for me alone, husband.

[ Like he was made to be Cardan's. What else could explain the way obsession has made its home in Cardan's bones, the way it's crawled into his belly and settled in his heart? Some strange fate has, surely, planned this for him -- has given him this man to care for and torment with his devotion. ]

[Even though this intimacy, this moment, in this position is in service to Cardan’s desires, Liem still manages to feel wholly menaced by his husband’s touch, his affection, his very presence. The hand clasped over his; the low voice rumbling in his ear; the sedate, unhurried rhythm of Cardan moving in him. All these things threaten to overwhelm him entirely. Perhaps it is for the best after all that his husband declines to touch more of him, because even when Cardan bites him and ruts into him from behind like an animal, all Liem can think of is how perfect it feels to be the object of his devoted attention.

It makes pretending at normalcy difficult at the best of times; Liem’s body wants only to arch and squirm into that welcome contact like an eager animal keen to be stroked. Fortunately, Cardan has bid him indulge himself in this regard, and Liem meets Cardan’s thrusts just so, restless little movements of his hips that would feel shamefully wanton had his head not already emptied of everything but his husband.]

Hah… Oh… [Cardan’s heartbeat is so thunderous in his ears, Liem imagines he might be able to feel it pressed against his back, if his husband were to press close and be still. It is so strangely charming; he can no longer imagine being without special, secret delights such as this one.] I love being yours.

[ He is well-versed now in glossing over the pang of longing that rings through his chest whenever Liem says the word love; still, it is keen, and he is glad that Liem cannot see the way he closes his eyes against the onslaught. It's only fleeting, anyway. He cannot concentrate on anything very long when pleasure claws its way up his spine, overwhelming and undeniable. As always, his appetite has long outgrown his patience: there is only so long he can keep up his leisurely rhythm, especially when Liem's body clasps him so tightly and moves against him with such eager restlessness.

And so: Liem will find his reprieve short-lived as Cardan's free hand makes its way down his chest. He cannot help but take a moment to indulge in the way Liem feels, in the way movement makes lithe muscle flex under Cardan's palm. But this is not his destination, of course, and he only waits another breath, two, before his slicked touch wraps around Liem's erection. ]

Good, [ he breathes, and fights the urge to bite Liem again. Instead, he stamps heated kisses along the line of his neck, up to his nape, where Cardan can bury his nose in Liem's soft hair and breathe him in. ] As I have no... mm... no desire to release you from my clutches.

[ Especially not tonight, or the night after. Liem may have intended this as a celebration of Cardan's birth, but he cannot help but look toward their year spent together, the strange ways it has shaped them both. How aghast the Cardan from a year ago would have been, to see himself so undone by affection.

Because he is coming undone. Already, his breaths are stuttering with it; he keeps his rhythm only through sheer stubborn determination, but the clasp of his fingers on Liem is tight, insistent when he strokes. It is just that his husband feels so good; it is just that he doesn't want to stop and yet cannot possibly endure much more. ]

[Liem expected the nature of Cardan’s response, and still, the words breathed hot against his neck send a warm shiver of delight all the way down his spine. It ever thrills him when Cardan claims him for himself, with his hands or his mouth, his body or his words. He cannot resist the opportunity to give himself into Cardan’s hungry care, no matter how cruelly maddening it might be. The kisses stamped against his skin and the hand wandering possessively down his body feel right, like coming home after far too long away. Each tight stroke and heavy thrust fills him with the mindless greed for more.

Except it feels like that every single time he fits himself into his husband’s arms, at the end of a night or in the midst of one. His need for Cardan’s attention can be appeased but never sated; even if they spent the rest of their time in the Alderking’s realm wrapped in each other, Liem would still begrudge the night they were forced to return home.

So it is hard not to squirm helplessly into Cardan’s insistent stroking. He tries as best he can to move with the rhythm of Cardan’s hips; despite his husband’s demand, Liem is more concerned with matching his pace than indulging his own desire. As always, he wants to be good for Cardan however he can—and he also really wants Cardan to come. Still, his breaths are ragged as Cardan strokes his pleasure higher, and still he feels the swell of sensation rising to wash him away.

It does not take long for his efforts to buckle beneath the weight of it; he bucks fitfully against Cardan, feeling desperation build in him before it spills out with a breathless moan as his pleasure claims him after all.]

[ As always, it comes on far too quickly: the dizzying, all-consuming pleasure of having Liem, of having him like this, eager and wanton, as relentless in meeting Cardan’s hunger as Cardan is in pursuing him. Each time his husband rocks into his touch, the hunger winds itself tighter in him. It is a savage, wild thing. He has ever been thus, but only Liem has ever made him feel so urgent about it, like it would be unbearable to be anything but feral about his desire.

As always, he cannot last: not when Liem’s hips buck against his, not when that moan leaves his lover’s throat. He gasps with it, helplessly, pulled towards his own climax by his husband’s pleasure. Ruthlessly, Cardan strokes him through it to the last. The journey of his mouth on Liem’s skin is haphazard, leaving breathless kisses— but when climax finally seizes him, as he bottoms out, overtaken by need and lust and possession, he cannot help but sink his teeth into Liem’s skin one last time.

In the after, when he pulls away, he will soothe the bite mark with more breathless kisses. His arm wraps around Liem, keeping him jealously close. ]

What were… your plans for me, husband?

[ Because Cardan’s plan, after some period of post-coital bliss, is to herd his husband into a bath so that he may make good on the promise of warming him up. ]

[Liem is never prepared for the ruthless urgency his husband manages to inflict upon him, without so much as a drop of blood to inflame Liem’s passions. It doesn’t matter that he’s stone cold sober; Cardan’s touch is intoxicating by itself, and it shoves him right up against the edge of climax and over, making him taut and helpless with need. Just when the overwhelming surge of it begins to recede, he is startled into another lewd groan by his lover’s teeth sinking unexpectedly into him again.

By the time the sensation storming through his body has calmed, Liem has forgotten all about any plans he might have had for the rest of their night. He is too occupied with Cardan’s breathless kisses and warm embrace, with cuddling closer to fit himself perfectly against him, and it takes another moment of drowsy contentment for him to rouse himself and recall that the world does actually extend beyond the reach of his husband’s arms.]

Mm… I thought we might take a rare night just for ourselves. [No outings, no errands, no plans. Just Cardan and Liem, and the privacy for them to spend the night doing whatever pleases them best. Whatever pleases Cardan best.] I arranged for breakfast to be delivered. It’s surely here by now.

[ It's difficult to bring himself to separate when Liem is still so pliant in his arms. Only after some time will Cardan unclasp their fingers so he can bring his touch to Liem's hips, pulling out with a soft shiver. ]

Ah... and I thought I'd had my breakfast already.

[ Never does he hunger for anything so much as for the man in his arms. He'd expected Liem to have built a cushion into their schedule to accommodate Cardan's wish for evening debauchery -- but the thought of having nowhere to go and nothing at all to do is unexpectedly delightful. Part of him wishes to simply lay Liem back down and have his way with him again, and again, until his husband is well and truly overwhelmed-- but he is peckish, now that the thought has been presented to him.

He will sit back, directing Liem to turn, to look at him -- which will, inevitably, lead to kissing him, because neither of them are particularly adept at keeping away from one another.

He's a little breathless, again, when he pulls away. ]

Will you insist on getting dressed, if we eat?

[ His arched eyebrow suggests he has opinions on this matter. ]

[Despite his prior thoughtfulness in arranging for an evening meal to be brought to their rooms, Liem is easily coaxed into delaying his husband further from his breakfast. After all, for the last while he has been deprived of the ability to kiss his spouse or wrap his own arms around him—and like Cardan, he hungers far more keenly for his husband than for anything as frivolous as food and drink. Seating himself back down on the bed, Liem insinuates himself into Cardan’s embrace once more, wrapping an arm possessively around him as he meets Cardan’s warm kiss.

He does not relinquish his cuddle when Cardan finally pulls away to breathe.]

I will not insist on anything.

[He makes this declaration almost primly, despite his affectionate posture and nude dishevelment. No amount of stickiness or dishabille will persuade him to lean on his husband for anything at all on this particular evening. Soberly, he adds,] If it is your wish, I shall not wear so much as a single stitch for the rest of the night.

[ Cardan cannot stifle his laugh at this painstakingly sober declaration, so characteristic of his fastiduous spouse. He must kiss him again immediately following it, helplessly delighted. For all that Cardan takes gifts as seriously as any of the Folk, he is used to downplaying the importance of his own, lest it seem like he sacrificed too much in obtaining them.

But, of course, his husband is too earnest for this kind of nonsense. ]

You expose yourself to such peril, husband. [ His grin feels irrepressible. When he dips down again, it is to kiss the bridge of Liem's nose. ] But I shall not deny myself the pleasure of undressing you again.

[ ...Much as it might inflame his impatience down the line. Cardan himself will not opt for much in the way of clothing: he only reaches for his usual silken robe to wrap around himself, and even this is somewhat haphazard. His tail twists into lazy, pleased loops as he slips out of bed, proffering a hand to Liem. ]

Let us feast, then, husband.

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