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Cobblestone roads twisted and wound through city streets with buildings in various heights encircling one another ever outward until they reached a wall. Stalls dotted squares and centers where criers asked if you'd be so kind as to try something sweet, or maybe savory, and in certain parts of town; of questionable origin but of fantastic taste. On a street heading to such a location was a tiny tailor's store leaning shoulder to shoulder with a butcher's shop. Most found it a little strange that the owner of the little store would choose that location in particular, but the butcher was always certain to come around whenever a smock or other article of work clothing needed fixing. A man or a woman getting their meat could use someone to fix their boot for a reasonable price, or perhaps a new pair entirely as the tailor could also serve as a cobbler if necessary. It wasn't the most popular store, but the traffic the tailor received from this very location was consistent, and without much trouble. See, that was the important thing to the tailor. Consistency and peace. He wanted and craved the stability that the common folk gave him, and in turn, he gave them quality in spades as long as he could afford it. The door opened and the tailor stepped out to flip the sign on the glass display to open. He was a mouse, one that walked with as much grace as anyone else, and though he was a bit shorter than some, he stood and walked with a particular type of hardiness. The tailor's fur was a gray hue with deep brown eyes shadowed by dusk peering out and around. His tail was pink, and his frame was stout and strong with good shoulders that made workers and common folk alike wonder if they too could have such a build by just needling some threads or whatever. He wore a vest over a long-sleeved shirt and trousers with every inch of his outfit pressed to perfection and a small set of spectacles resting over his snout. Humans mostly inhabited the locale, and while there was a population of beastfolk around the city, you could still surprise someone with a bit of fur and a tail. Mostly, the only ones who took actual issue with it were those too rich to have sense, and a few who vaguely remembered a war that perhaps their grandsire's grandmother may have fought. Even then, among the oddities of intolerance, he was a pretty alright fellow. The butcher vouched for him, and anyone who had ever had a button sewn back on their favorite shirt, or their dress repaired, or something done for cheaper than they would get elsewhere. It was difficult to be mad at someone who charged less for more than some other shops in the city did, especially when they were integrated into the community. A few folks traveled early in the morning up the street and waved at the mouse who returned the gesture with a small smile of his own.

Eban had lived in this city for quite a while and had been worried about starting a business of his own. He had tended to an ancient old master of his craft that had always pestered Eban about not getting started at an earlier age. See, apprentices were good to take when they were young. Eager to learn and easier to teach at that; most of the time. There was also the fact that they could also be told they were getting less pay or benefit without complaint. That being said, Eban had wanted a change in his life, and had sought it without compromise, or complaint. Now he was here running his own store, and though he wasn't designing clothes for balls and gatherings of the elite; he felt as though he was doing good work. Stretching, he found himself satisfied with the feeling of the morning sun warming his fur and yawned before brushing a hand through the loose curls of fur on his hair. Eban then turned tail to get back inside his store and begin his day's work.

The interior of the tailor's shop had been built with dark walls and floors lit by glass fixtures here and there holding gemstones glowing with an arcane light that seemed to crackle quietly on occasion. Eban wandered through and around the displays located in the center holding doublets and dresses, coats, and more. There were also boots near the walls that he had made himself, and a counter waiting for him with his tools nearby. He had a few commissions to work on, but these were simple things. His digits touched and rustled through articles of clothing that morning and footwear that were meant to weather long periods without breaking. He did his best to mend them into a shape that would let the people using them continue using them for quite some time. Worn out soles on boots with holes in them, overalls that were ripped in places, and a smock or two as well. These were the clothes and apparel of his type of clientele. They needed to last longer because affording a new pair of boots could be a bit difficult for the common worker. He wanted to make sure that these things lasted, and hoped that the repairs would stay until the next pay or two when perhaps they could afford a better pair. It would be nice to work on something a bit fancier, and his mind was always alight with ideas, but his fingers kept busy and that's part of what he loved. Always his fingers were working whether with a needle on the finest point, or some other tool.

As he set aside a pair of boots as fresh and pretty as he could make them, he heard the bell of his door chime, but not the creak of wood. He rose slowly and turned to face the entrance of the store, and that was when he saw them. A figure with a cloak wrapped around them and a bright smile; a man that walked quietly with a particular air about that had his cheeks warming. The man's eyes were deep amber with a quiet fire flickering behind them adding a particular glow as the colors made contact with the lights. His hair was a sandy blond tied back loosely in a tail, and his skin was a deep olive. His step and stride was relaxed but firm and with clear intent on where he was going; just as his eyes were staring directly at the destination. Eban stood there with his hands clasped together at his front and a proper smile, but found that his throat was rather dry. Now, he had to remember. Attractive customers came in every so often and he wasn't a young chick pining after every pretty tail he saw, and so he gathered himself and finally opened his mouth.

“Hello, sir. How may I help you?"

The human held his arm out and looked at the frayed edges of his cloak while humming, “I think, that it's about time I get a new one of these. What do you think? Maybe I could wear it out a little bit more and make it into a statement, hm?"

That voice was softer than he expected, and in some ways melodic. It was a playful tone that matched the little smile on the man's face, and he couldn't help but let his businessman's smile turn genuine as he chuckled, “I don't know much about statements, but I can get you a replacement. Looking for something sturdy then?"

“Yes, but I need it to look good enough to wander around those who would crinkle their noses at someone with a few tattered edges to their perfectly fine apparel." Said the man with a sigh.

He opened his mouth to respond but paused as he ruminated on the words. Those who would crinkle their noses at this type of thing were most likely well off individuals, and when Eban peered at the gentleman again, he couldn't help but notice something. The clothes beneath the cloak were of fine make, with what appeared to be a long-sleeved top hued by a deep and rich scarlet. Not a mark on anything else he wore, no sign of wear either, and boots that were pretty enough that they could never have seen much travel meaning he either didn't, or he had several pairs. Of note as well, was a sword sheathed and strapped to his hip.

After a moment, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “Pardon me, my lord, I—"

The man held up both hands and eased them against the air as if he were pushing away Eban's words while he spoke, “Please, none of that. I'm here for a new cloak because I hear you do fine work that lasts a long time through wear and tear. I don't plan on bothering you much, and I'll pay whatever price you want, and more if you'd like it."

Life in general, especially as what he was, told him that he should be bowing his head to the man and saying that he could never do such a thing, but the words out of this man's mouth were saying something different. Slowly, he shuffled from one foot to the other and sounded out, “Well, what shall I call you then, sir?"

“Althur will do, and what might I call the fine master of this establishment?" Said the man while lowering his arms.

Eban was used to terms of endearment and respect from customers who saw him often, but still hearing the word master out of those lips in reference to him had his face burning beneath the fur as he tilted his chin and sniffed, “Eban. Just Eban, no need for any formal terms on your own part as well, sir."

“Well, master Eban. If you'd like, I can call you by name and name alone, but I'd like you to do the same for me." Said Althur while extending a hand.

The smile on the man's face, the slack posture and even the hand occasionally flexing as if beckoning him. Eban couldn't help but beam in the face of all that and take this strange lord's hand in his own to shake while sighing, “I suppose, Althur, you have me beat there."

Althur sneered and gave his hand a squeeze, “Good. Now that we have an understanding, back to business. I'll assume you need my measurements. Is there a room I can strip in, or do you just handle that type of thing out here?"

He tilted his head while their hands were still locked, his lips parting a few times before he managed to utter very calmly, “Come again?"

“For measurements." Said Althur plainly.

Eban's eyes flashed with recognition as he brought his hand up and away from Althur's to explain, “Ah, no! Just the cloak off and I should be able to take your measurements. Nudity is only if you are fine with that and well, I do have another room for just that and fitting in general. Your lordship would have the ultimate choice of course, rather, the choice would be yours Althur."

Throughout his babbling, Althur watched him with the same smile, one hand on his cheek as he tilted his head to the side. When Eban was done, Althur snickered, “You know, I didn't think that I would ever see one of your kind so flustered. Then again, I've only ever met a few beastfolk. Tell me, if I was nude, would you get a better summation of my measurements?"

He nodded while prodding the air, “Well, yes, but it isn't necessary."

“Ah, so you're saying it would be a matter of personal desire?" Said the human.

Eban was about to start babbling again when he noticed that Althur's smile had grown, a brow raised in just the subtlest of ways. He pinched his brow as he realized the fact that his customer was enjoying seeing him in this state. Teases and jests. He hadn't expected that kind of thing from a lord, let alone one that sauntered into his store with a sword at the hip. Really, he wasn't sure what to make of Althur, and for some reason that name seemed so familiar. That being the case, he couldn't help but admit quietly that it would indeed be a personal desire to see the man nude.

Once his composure was mostly back, Eban breathed out, “It would be strictly business."

“A pity. I'd always wondered what those claws could do. Now, shall we get started?" Hummed Althur.

Again he found his gut struck with the power of those words, with the boldness behind them. He couldn't help but laugh, couldn't help but laugh as his cheeks burned bright and he shook his head, “Very well, I'll join in on your game and tell you that these claws of mine are for delicate work. Come, let's head into the back and I'll get your measurements done, your lordship."

Althur's smile twitched as he muttered, “Oh, I am going to hate you if you insist on calling me that while making such pretty noise."

Together, they walked into the back while Eban tried to cut the fluster from his mind. All in jest, all in tease; there was no sense in getting so warm about it. The room he used for measurements was spacious but a bit messy with lots of material strewn around the edges of the room and a few mannequins holding onto projects that he had put on hold while working on simpler things. Eban managed to keep his composure much better once the work began, once he started to measure out what he needed to. The jokes ended when the lord's clothes were set aside along with the sword atop of it. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift during the work, toward the sword, of course and perhaps other things. The man's body was something that he couldn't help but look at and he had no choice but to memorize the shape. His form was lithe and strong with toned muscle, but there were no scars. Eban's fingers would pass along skin here and there and he found himself surprised by the softness. Despite that softness, he never lingered on any one spot very long. It just wouldn't be very professional. What else he noticed was that there was a lingering scent there, something like spice with what he thought might be wine. Had he been drinking? What a strange thing to do for a visit with a tailor.

Once he finished, he turned his back to put away his tools as he muttered, “You know, there was no need to take off your pants."

Again, he didn't hear any steps, not a single move from the other until the shuffling of clothes. Light on his feet like a cat, or a hunter. He put aside that thought when he heard his customer speaking, “I figured that I should let you see all of me. I'll be coming back quite often if this goes well."

He turned once the shuffling had ended expecting to see the man fully clothed, but Althur was simply leaning against a wall with a hand atop the pile of clothes next to him on a chair while smiling. Quietly he gave his response while trying to maintain eye contact, “You're too kind, but I can't help but wonder why you're here and not at some place a bit more… Established? There are tailors more renowned than I, and tailors able to attend to more expensive tastes. I can't even promise that what I make will be approved by your peers."

Althur waved his hand in an arch that ended below the waist, and his eyes fell for the bait. Still, the sight wasn't that bad of a trap to fall into. The man wore smallclothes that were barely string and cloth wrapped around a package, and the only thing interrupting this new sight was Althur's voice calling his attention back to eyelevel, “You make things that last, and I am someone who needs durable, but refined clothing."

He peered over at the sword resting against the chair and sniffed, “I'll bite. I'm curious enough to ask, why exactly do you need durable and yet, refined clothing?"

“I'm a knight. No secret there." He said with a smile much smaller than the usual looks.

They shared a stare for a few moments before Eban dropped it, “Very well. A lord knight that needs clothes that match his station, but ones that will weather a sword. You could still go to an armorer or a private tailor."

Althur rubbed the back of his head, the smile fading for a second finally as he hummed, “I value my privacy." When the air began to chill between them, the human closed his eyes and blew out, “But I understand that a strange noble wandering into your store with a sword might be suspect." His eyes then opened and the corner of his mouth twitched as he shook his head, “But I promise you, that is it. My privacy. I'm already more comfortable here because you will refer to me by name, but also you were willing to join me." With a dry chuckle he then added, “You could say that I'm a bored noble looking for company outside of gilded halls."

“That sounds dangerous, and irresponsible." He said quickly, before regretting it as he saw the human wince. Before Althur could fire back, he scratched idly at one cheek and muttered, “But I will not turn you away, nor your money. I'll admit, it'll be nice making things that aren't only meant to be used for practical purposes. I like making clothes, after all. That being said, don't expect me to be your best friend or lend an ear if you want to cry."

The human's shoulders relaxed, and before long the smile returned along with a quip, “But you'll stare at me so long as I'm out of my clothes?"

Eban cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth before speaking, “Like I said, I'm a tailor. I can't help but admire the fine form that my clothing will cover. Since you are a noble, I'd advise you to act like one a bit more."

Althur laughed, “Lectures in the face of my flirting? Well then, I suppose I'll have to wear you down bit by bit, but I understand that business comes first. So let's discuss business."

And so they discussed. While Althur dressed, they talked about what color he would want, what material he would like, and they left it at that for now. The cloak was all that Althur would order for now. Even if Althur enjoyed his company, and enjoyed annoying him, the supposed knight needed to know that his product was the real thing. Eban wasn't so sure about that, just like he wasn't sure if the man was a real knight. He didn't like not knowing what his client did, who his client really was. At the same time, he had to admit that he had enjoyed the interaction, and what the brief encounter had given him. He was to design a cloak that could weather travel, one that could be worn with armor and wouldn't get in the way during a fight. In fact, he had a few ideas of making one that was a bit shorter so that it could be used in encounters against one opponent. Then again, that would be more of a shoulder cape instead of a cloak. As he thought of the possibilities, as he thought of the battles, his fingers twitched and his heart throbbed. He brought his hand to his chest and breathed out to ease the sudden thumping at his chest. There was work to do.

As it turned out, he had been starving for this. His evenings were spent engrossed in the project. He looked over portraits and books, reference material of all sorts before working on the cloak and during. The color had been decided to be a deep blue and described as nearly ink-like, and the material had been paid for in advance allowing him to purchase a durable sort that both looked good, and performed well. It obviously wouldn't stop a knife in the back, but scraping it and grinding it against harsh material wouldn't rupture it unless you really tried. The alchemists that had treated the material would most likely be joyful that he had spent so much, and normally he would be upset at having wasted so much on a single commission, but it wasn't his money, and the excitement of working on something like this was more than able to rise above his frugal soul. He actually lost sleep over it, actually dove into the work with such fervor that the butcher that wandered in on occasion to give him a bit of work had instead one day come by to deliver a lecture about work and life balance. After that, he slowed down a little bit, but he continued to tinker and toy with what he had to work with until he had a finished product. In the end, it was something that still looked simple, and yet perhaps that was part of the elegance he had wanted to impart on it. The clasp he had chosen for the end result was a stone with a similar color to Althur's eyes. In the end, he had to let it rest and let himself sleep as well.

The day that Althur stepped through his shop again, he had been prepared nearly the entire time for the meeting bursting with anticipation to the point where he had dropped a few things while handling a basic task. His ears perked when he saw the human, his tail whipping behind him as he approached with a big smile. That stopped as he noticed that the man's expression was much more subdued than before, a hand at the back of his head despite nothing having been said.

Clasping his hands together and shelving his excitement for a second, he began their interaction, “Good day, Althur. Your order is ready, however, I seem to be more excited than you. Is something amiss?"

“Amiss? Well, I've had a bit of time to sit down and really absorb the embarrassment of my actions before, and truth be told, I almost didn't come in. See, I had planned on seducing the kind tailor and having a merry time at the back of a store, and I feel like I had made a bit of a fool of myself. And perhaps there was a little bit of alcohol involved as well." He said while clearing his throat.

Blinking, smiling, Eban couldn't help but chuckle before shaking his head, “You've been thinking about that this entire time? Surely there are more important things to worry about. Why, most noble humans wouldn't care about what a beast or commoner of any kind thinks. I'm surprised you haven't been throwing your coin at my feet and commanding me for the attention you want." He then shook his head, “I'll admit, I thought your advances were a trap at one point, but then I simply ignored them in favor of being a professional." Eban then rubbed his chin while tilting his head, a grin growing, “Though, I admit they weren't entirely unwanted, but we have business to get to."

Althur straightened slowly while humming, “So you really were staring at me in that way? It wasn't just my imagination addled by sips of something strong?"

There was the light in those eyes, there was the storm and fire that had made him pause during the first moment he had seen that gaze, his chest warmed but he maintained his composure as he answered, “Yes, but you're here for a cloak, right?"

“Lead on, dear friend." Said Althur with a big smile.

With a sigh, he turned his back on the human and muttered, “We are most certainly not friends quite yet."

As they began walking, Althur muttered with a chuckle, “Yet, he says."

The back room was where he had stored the cloak carefully under many things. Break-ins hadn't been a problem, but he didn't want to risk such a precious piece of work. He brought out the cloak from a box ready for the man to carry out and presented it to him. Althur opened it and beamed before pinching the material with both hands to bring it up. For a moment, he found himself concerned whether or not the human would take to it or not, but Althur turned his back on him and donned the cloak with a flourish. He stepped in front of a mirror and held the cloak to his body close while beaming in the mirror, Eban very aware of his expressions trying to read how much approval was there or not.

Unable to take the silence any longer, he asked quietly, “Well?"

Althur turned to him with the same expression and said in hurried excitement, “Well? Well?! You did fantastic! I can't really tell how durable it is, but given the glowing reviews from your peers and customers that I interviewed, I can't imagine anything less! Most of all, though, it is beautiful and feels fantastic." And the man then got to one knee while taking his hand causing his cheeks to burn as Althur sighed aloud, “Be mine, my tailor that is."

Eban coughed, “I would cuff you on both ears right now if you did this at the front of the store, but right now all I want to do is tell you to stop acting like a clown and get up."

“But my love, I must have an answer." Althur practically whined.

His tail slapped the floor and he crossed his arms, but whatever chill response he had prepared at the tip of his tongue began to melt as he looked at the human's eyes. Eyelashes batting, smile big and joyful as if begging for him to join in on the joke. Finally, he shut his eyes and breathed out, “I'll be your tailor, but if this is you sober, then I'd rather have you drunk."

He heard the man get up and opened his eyes as Althur took a step forward closing the distance between them, “So that I can keep flirting with you?"

Eban placed the tips of his digits on the human's chest and intended to push him away, but instead let them rest there to imply what he wanted as he muttered, “If you were drunk, then at least you would have an excuse.

“Then what is yours? Why hold yourself back so much?" The human asked quietly.

His heart began to thump a bit faster as the human pushed against his touch, lips nearing his own until they were breaths apart. The scent of alcohol had faded from before leaving him with gentle mint and honey. Eban drank in the warmth of the man nearing him, drank in the words echoing in his head asking him what his excuse was. Business had been conducted. The guise of professionalism that he had wanted so badly to maintain cracked under the raw pressure of this man's sexuality. It was the eyes, the way his body curved toward him in ways that begged for his attention, but he was more than his desires.

Breathing out, he eased the human back and muttered, “Althur, I really do not know you well enough for this. Your position, who you are, what you are. You said you were a knight but I doubt that's it. I enjoy my peace. I had to struggle for it, and I would rather not lose it on a simple fling." He then aired out another concern, “And just the same, why me? I'm just a common tailor, but if you wanted a fling you could find yourself any tavern or pub to throw yourself into and no one would care under the spell of drink and food. There are other beasts as well if that is your desire."

Althur placed a hand over the one on his chest while responding with a small smile, “So tense. My family would say that your kind are base, are primal and savage, but you're certainly nothing like that one the surface. Is it so hard to believe that I found you attractive at first sight? That I saw the way you looked at me and felt a shiver up my spine? Is it so difficult to believe that I wanted you to rip the underwear from my waist and put your lips to mine. You call me a mystery, and yet you are just the same. I don't know you, but I find myself hopelessly desiring of your attention, of your irritation and eventual adulation. If you would give me a kiss, I would give you my full name and title."

Frowning, he looked away and muttered, “Bribery?"

“Yes," Althur said while touching his cheek to bring his attention back to the human's gaze.

That kiss was the real bribe; the excuse of curiosity existing purely as a way to get to those lips that had been so close to his own. Quietly, he muttered, “I promise nothing, but tell me your name and I won't push you away."

“Althur Therion. Knight of House Therion, and firstborn son of said House." The human said without joy in his tone.

He could feel the blood leaving his face as he leaned in and whispered, “Therion. A High House's name. What in all of nature's creation do you think you're doing here?"

Althur eased his hand aside while muttering, “Getting a new cloak outside of prying eyes and ears. Falling for a man who was willing to humor me for once in my life; making a stupid mistake that I would never regret."

A noble brat. A noble fool belonging to a house that would most likely bring an ax down on his head for even thinking about touching a hair on Althur's head. And he was a fool for accepting that bribe, for accepting that excuse because he did not stop Althur as he made his move. Their mouths met with a gentle touch, a gentle passing of mouth to mouth as Althur's digits trembled along his cheek. Slowly, quietly, he began to unravel his self-control until he was dipping into the embrace of lip to lip, until his hands were at the other's cheeks holding him still while his tongue begged for entrance. Mouths parted, tongues met and danced, the heat of the moment creating a haze over his mind blanketing the information he had just learned. It added to the flavor of the kiss, both in shades of concern, as well as an odd pride of gaining the attention of such a notable fool.

Their mouths parted to share huffs that collected as steam between them while they caught their breaths. He regained control bit by bit until he could step back and clear his throat, “Althur. This is dangerous, and foolish above all else."

Seemingly drunk from one kiss, the human hummed, “Hm? You might be right, yes. You just might be."

“Althur, think for a moment with your mind instead of what you have between your legs. You could be disowned, and I could be killed." He growled while trying his hardest to follow his own advice.

The human's eyes seemed to brighten again as he sniffed, “True, but that's why the excuse of a tailor is so good. You have every right to strip me anyway you want, and as a personal tailor I was hoping to visit your home for a more intimate set of measurements to be taken."

Tempting as that was, he leaned back and sighed, “As I said, we don't even know one another. Yes, I know your name, yes you know my name and occupation but we do not know one another. Even if my body yearns for you, should we really be doing this? Won't you regret just giving yourself to a stranger?"

Althur seemed to think about it for a moment before a smile grew on his face, brow rising as he nodded, “I think, that I understand your concern. All of them, in fact. Eban, I promise I'll be quiet about all this, but our business will continue. All that I ask is that you humor me. Is that you let me into your life for a moment to prove that I can be more than just a stranger. You could even bend me over right now, use me and then throw me out of your store forever if you'd like and I wouldn't tell a soul. Just give me a chance, please."

“Just what are you planning?" He rumbled while ignoring a particular piece of that statement.

Althur said while opening his arms wide, “I'll seduce you." When all Eban did was stare blankly, the human cleared his throat and placed a hand on his chest, “I meant, that if you would give me the chance, that I would want to get to know you better to romance you. We wouldn't be strangers at that point, and I know that you're afraid of my family, and even concerned for me which I appreciate, but it won't come to that. If I should ever interrupt your peace, if I should ever make your life miserable, then I beg of you to swat me aside. Throw me outside the city walls nude. Sell me to slavers for foreign lands. Do whatever you wish to me in vengeance even if I annoy you just a little bit! I just want a chance for something that my heart craves without being struck down just for having those desires."

Eban looked at the man squarely in the eyes before stating with a small frown, “You're truly, utterly, and without a doubt; a fool." Then he shut his eyes and breathed out, “But if you want to continue coming around here then I won't mind. I admit, I enjoyed working on your order. As for my home, the upper floor of this building is where I rest, but let's talk a bit more before anything else." Softer then, he looked toward the human with one eyes and gave him a little smile, “I might be stupid too for even agreeing to this."

Arms were wrapped around his chest to squeeze tight, lips pushed against his neck as Althur muttered, “You won't regret this, and if you do, do not hesitate to make good on what I have promised you."

With that said, they stepped back out into the store together. Althur seemed to bubble with excitement and bounced with every step, and it was hard to believe that such a man could be a knight. Payment was given, and Althur said that he would be back soon enough for something else. When the human left his store and he was left entirely alone, he placed his elbows to the top of the counter and clasped the side of his head as the regrets began to fill the corners of his mind. The kiss had weakened him far too much. Those gentle lips had promised so much more and he had thrown aside sense for it. House Therion. High House Therion! They were nobility with a track record of cruelty only stemmed by the other houses. They had never gotten along with the idea of beastkin in the kingdom and had only allowed it due to the fact that profit could be found in the booming trade. There were rumors, and nasty bits of history, words traded very quietly of the dangers wandering anywhere near that noble house could pose. He could feel his shoulder itching, could feel his body tensing all over as signals of danger began grasping at his sides. As he shut his eyes, he thought of that kiss, he thought of that scent like sweet cinnamon filling his mind until he began to calm. He hoped that Althur would do something stupid, would do something to make him want to cast the human aside, but another part of him said that he should have taken it much further today. He should have given into his desires instead of holding back. If he weren't someone who had a store to run, perhaps he would go out for a drink and see if there were any workers of the night wandering about, but instead he had to settle on stewing in his heat. With a sigh, he turned his twitching fingers to his work to calm himself and hopefully forget about Althur for just a little bit.

A week of peace was what he was given after that day. He went about his business as typically as he could. Everything went back to normal. There weren't any outstanding commissions to worry about, nothing that too much of his attention or creativity, but it was work that he enjoyed. That being said, his nights were different. His dreams were plagued with incomplete images of the human's body nude or only wearing his cloak. Every morning he woke up with the phantom feeling of his lips tingling as if he had just kissed Althur again for the first time. When he saw Althur stride through his shop wearing the cloak he had made, something in his heart shuddered as he remembered those dreams of peeling that fanciful thing back to see every little detail. It was only when Althur began speaking while giving a little wave that he returned to reality with a start.

“Hello? Are you there Eban? Bit distracted for a tailor manning a storefront."

He replied while placing his hands on the counter, “I was a bit distracted, but I'm here for anything you need. I assume that you're here to get something, right? Not to annoy me?"

Althur beamed, “Naturally both! I was wondering if you did nightwear. As you saw, I enjoy clothing of a more intimate manner under what I usually wear and I was hoping you'd be willing to take a special order. Purely business of course."

Eban slowly brought his hands away from the counter and crossed his arms while rumbling, “Is this an excuse to get my hands on you?"

“No, that's just a bonus." Said Althur with a sneer, and before he could snap a response, the human produced something from his cloak.

Pinched between his digits was a flower with petals hued in shades of sunshine and deep mustard. Eban took the flower slowly and raised a brow, “Althur?"

“Yes?" The human asked with a proud tilt of his head.

“Did you get all of your courting advice from fairy tale books?" He asked with something like a chuckle breaking through his serious expression.

Althur blushed, actually blushed a bright pink as he cleared his throat, “Well, I thought that it would be appropriate. Something gallant. I've seen men presenting their ladies with flowers, and the ladies they wish to court, so I thought that this would be something sweet, or cute."

Trying not to smile from ear to ear, Eban tucked the flower into the pocket of his vest near his heart and sighed, “I suppose, I should give you some sort of advice. Sweet as this was, it was what I would call a bit silly sprung out of nowhere, but I think that's part of your appeal. At the same time, I don't think you're trying to be a jokester and I appreciate the gesture. That being said, talk to me. You've dropped my guard with your first move, so give it a try. I'm giving you your chance."

He leaned in with an elbow on the counter, chin in hand as he looked at the noble's eyes dart from side to side, expression contorted from a small frown to a frown, and back again before he finally spoke, “You know, I had planned on a poem next. Thinking about it, anything that I've thought of seems a bit grandiose for where we are. I think, I should be asking about you. You see, I suppose I should say that I am curious about you as you were about me, but not because I am wary, but because I want to know the man that has captured my heart so easily."

A poem? Honestly, he would have been taken aback, and in fact he was taken aback by the genuine interest pouring off of the human. Remaining in his position, he breathed out, “That's not too difficult to answer. I'm a tailor. I grew up a poor mouse among a grand family of six and all of us were destined for work at the docks or conscription into some army or guard house. Parents weren't keen on artisanal work and even thought the guilds were evil. . I clawed my way up through my youth and my early adulthood doing various things until I landed on an apprenticeship when I was considered much too old to be taught, but the man who taught me was kind as well as the other seamstresses and cobblers that shared their knowledge with me."

“Really? What types of things did you do before becoming a tailor?" Asked the human with a hum.

“I suppose I deserve this for wrenching your full name from you, but it isn't that interesting." Grunted Eban before leaning back while tapping his digits on the countertop, “Worked at docks, in kitchens, and anyplace that would take me. It isn't a very joyful time to think about."

Althur tilted his head and raised a brow, “My, there's definitely something there behind all of that. You did something quite special, but perhaps unpleasant before you found your calling. Maybe you were a criminal of sorts, a rogue, a highwayman?" And thankfully before he could respond to that, Althur cleared his throat, “Maybe I do like tall tales a bit too much. If that's what you want to leave it at, then I'll respect that."

His shoulders eased as he breathed out, “Thank you. As I said, I don't like talking too much about that time. Maybe I'll talk about it someday, but not this day in particular. Now then, we should talk about business."

To his credit, Althur respected his wish and began bubbling about all the sorts of things he would want from him. Some of it was common and simple enough. Doubtlets that he could take to the more expensive engagements required of a noble knight, sleepwear and of course; the reason for his visit. He wanted lingerie of a kind but specifically made by him. He could tell that the borders between work and pleasure were blurring, and so he said that he'd like to take care of that another time. Surprisingly, Althur did not balk. Althur was more than happy to begin with the doublet which required a few more measurements, but that wasn't a problem. The more he thought about it, the more he found himself wondering what type of noble house would raise a scion like this? Althur seemed more than happy to talk to him on the level, instead of talking down to him. The nobility he had met had mostly scoffed at him, or spat at him. There had only ever been one other that had taken an order from him, and it had been a quick affair with his pay cast to the floor before the nobleman left.

Despite Althur behaving this time a bit more, there were still jokes, still little teases and mentions of things that he'd rather not think about at the moment. That being said, he found himself smiling the entire time while Althur made a fool out of himself seemingly on purpose. It seemed like anytime he smiled, Althur's expression brightened immensely. He had seen Althur at first and found himself hopelessly attracted to that gaze, and he would never let Althur know just how much it had affected him to be so wanted, to be so desired by a stranger as attractive as him. At the same time, he wondered if he would see that side of Althur again. The confidence he had seen had faded in favor of a more jovial and careful cadence making him wonder if not succeeding the first time had shaken him. As he set aside his measuring tape along with the notepad containing the numbers, he couldn't help but wonder if he should or shouldn't take advantage of this. Casual expressions of intimacy weren't something detestable, weren't out of the question either, but he truly found himself concerned about whether or not they would be caught.

Yes, it was true that he did not care that they were strangers. It was an excuse given in part to keep himself and Althur safe, but the more time he spent around the human, the more he found himself smiling from heart to mouth. He felt warm, and he liked that the noble could make him laugh. There was also another matter. As he turned back to Althur, he saw the human leaning down to grasp his clothes. He had stripped again down to his underwear despite his initial annoyance, it drove him wild. It drove him absolutely mad to see the man he had kissed nearly nude, the man that made his heart thump and throb despite them not knowing one another at all in truth. A mistake. Would it be so regrettable to make that mistake?

Before Althur could pluck his trousers out of the pile, he moved to grasp the human's shoulder. Althur got up slowly and turned around to see Eban looming there. Their eyes met and he found that same twinkle, that same glow that had been watching him so intensely the first time they met. He still had no clue what the true intentions of this noble were, and perhaps he was just being suspicious, but he couldn't shake the feeling there was some sort of ulterior motive. Maybe that was just his heart unable to reconcile that there was just something good right in front of him. There was no need to fight for it, no need to gnash and claw his way towards it, and if it were pulled out from him at the last moment; then perhaps the sweetness he experienced before the pain would be worth it.

A hand shifted to Althur's cheek as he leaned in. Quietly Althur tried to mutter, “Eban? What is—"

Words were cut away as he threw back the shuddering anxiety bubbling in his stomach and captured the nobleman's lips. Their mouths met in a gentle kiss that grew more intense at a fevered pitch. His body pressed forward until the man's back hit a wall, until he had one of the man's wrists in hand pinning him on the spot. His tongue dipped deep inside of that inviting mouth, his fangs brushing against the softness of those lips while the force of the kiss sent little signals of soreness to his mind that did nothing to deter him from drinking in the constant heat emanating from that maw. Warmth and spit were traded in equal measures, stickiness clung to his tongue and dripped just the same as he allowed himself to take what he wanted just this once.

Regrets could be such a quick thing, and he felt them gripping onto his shoulders as he pulled his mouth away. Even still, he muttered, “I couldn't help it. Your seduction worked beautifully that first day. If you had remained as confident as you were I might not have rejected you so easily, but at the same time, I don't know what your game really is. Nothing is ever this easy, nothing is ever this pretty. What sort of joy I get, what sort of happiness I hold has been brought about by my own claws."

Althur's chest rose and fell, his words dripping from his mouth with such honey, “Should I have just stripped all the way the first day? Would it have helped if I paid? What excuse would have made it easier for you, what excuse would make it easier for you right now? It is a little frustrating that you can't just take me at face value, but I don't have a right to be upset about that. I am using you. To escape. To seek something away from my home, and that puts you at risk more than myself. I even thought of not coming back." He then shuddered out, “But that first kiss. I had hoped you would have torn me apart that day and made me yours."

His mind wrestled between doing just that, or saving this for another time. While that battle raged within his psyche, he decided to take advantage of the moment in spite of those thoughts. Eban moved his mouth to the man's neck to plant pecks that had the human shivering. Both of his hands moved to grasp Althur's sides, claws digging in just a bit as he let his fingers trail down to the hips. He was surprised by how soft the man felt, by how delicate the human could feel under his grasp, and his digits continued to wander. A firm and plump rear awaited him around and through the underwear, his body shaking as he wondered whether he should do this or not. Eban made a decision as he felt the man's breath at his ear, as he heard a soft sigh escaping the noble in his grasp. Claws pressed against the soft material of that thing that could be barely called underwear. He dug in until he heard a tear and a gasp. A protest escaped the man's lips for just a few seconds before fading into a moan as he bit down gently on Althur's shoulder. No need to balk anymore, no need to whine about a little thing like that when they were about to do something that would make it all worth it. He tore into that pathetic scrap before he cast it aside, fangs pressing a bit as his fingers moved along the softness of the man's thighs. He let his fingers linger when he got to the crotch, and then he dipped them down slowly to feel over a rising length that was more impressive than he would have thought for someone so easily pushed in a situation like this. Was it his fangs that made the noble bend so easily? The claws? Or perhaps he had simply been waiting for someone to take command this entire time. The swagger he had displayed had just been that; a sexual bravado and nothing else like a bird trying its hardest to puff its chest out. Adorable.

His digits closed around Althur's cock while his words flowed over his bare shoulder, “Is this why you interviewed people about me? Did you see me out the corner of your eye and thought of how wonderful it would be to be with me like this?

A huff escaped Althur as he trembled under Eban's touch, “No, I only asked around about the store that I saw and then about the owner. I never saw you until I stepped through the door."

He squeezed gingerly and cut off another set of words while Althur doubled over against him. Eban then rumbled, “And you have no problem with what I am? My station, or anything like that? I am a lowly worker, and a beast at that. We both already know your family wouldn't approve."

“Why would I care about that, any of it?" Althur said while straightening himself.

Eban backed away while trembling, while the regrets inside of him began to be pushed down by darling lust that toyed with his heart. He breathed out and grabbed his trousers, button popped, the material sliding down over his legs along with his underwear. They dropped to his ankles, and his twitching desire rose in the air, throbbing as he placed two digits atop of it keeping it pointed toward the man before him. A wide-eyed stare served as Althur's reaction, his mouth held tight in a line as he was presented with exactly what he had been thirsting for this entire time. Eban's length and girth were something to behold, and though the human had a good sized piece himself, he could not compare to a beast.

When Althur remained quiet, Eban breathed out with all the heat inside of him escaping in a set of words gnashed out and growled, “Show me. Show me that you don't care. Get on your knees and kiss this. Reject your station right now for me."

Althur trembled and for a second, he thought he saw a flash of indignation, but perhaps he had read that incorrectly. The human moved onto his knees with careful movements, hands moving to grasp his thighs. Fingers pressed through the fur of his legs and moved around to his rear to squeeze before coming back around to rest at his inner thighs. One hand drifted over his shaft, the sudden sensation of someone else's touch at his member causing him to let out a shuddering breath as he held himself back to allow Althur to explore. The human squeezed gingerly around the base, his mouth moving mere inches before he eased it up as if examining it up close. His cheeks were burning bright and almost seemed to glow underneath the light of the crystal lanterns in the room. Instead of placing his mouth to his shaft, instead of balking or whimpering about having to do such a thing; Althur's lips moved to the balls hanging beneath. Soft lips moved over each orb causing him to shiver, the man pressing his nose to the center to nuzzle before his tongue drifted out and up against the bottom of his balls. These motions were repeated a few times, any sweat that he had beaded on those heavy orbs replaced by the warmth of the human's drool.

He had expected the human to complain, without a doubt, and had expected Althur to plant a few kisses before needing more direction, but no such thing happened. Althur's lips and tongue were moving steadily along his balls, around and under before heading to the base to plant kisses against that spot. Every pretense of nobility had been tossed aside in favor of worshiping his body, and he had to wonder just how much this noble brat had wanted this. Regrets tried to surface again but couldn't seem to take hold of him as desire and lust built in his gut and shot out through the rest of his body in a warm wash. Each heavy orb was taken up into those soft lips, suckled on before being allowed to drop. The tongue caught them every time, and he swore by the vigor of these movements that the human had been an addict finally receiving his fix. At the same time, he could feel hands feeling over every spot they could reach. Digits grasping his calves before rising up to the thighs, around to the rear and even the tail, a few digits sliding between the rump and down to trail over the fuzz of his balls before dipping closer to feel the warmth touched by spit and sweat alike. And in the end, those hands trailed back down repeating the motions all while the human's tongue continued to work.

“I never thought that you would just show me this beautiful thing. I honestly thought that I would have better luck getting you drunk." Muttered the human as his hand passed along Eban's length.

Eban grunted while he felt those soft lips rest at the head of his tool, “Drinking is a rare thing for me, but you were really that desperate? Here I thought you were a creature full of confidence when I first saw you. Or maybe, did I shake that?"

While resting Eban's cock against his cheek, the human practically purred, “Perhaps you did. I expected you to fall for my wiles, to melt and ask if you should be the one paying, and yet, you talked to me. Maybe that's when I really started feeling something more than just lust too. Even now, I'm not sure what it is really, but I know that I want to be around you, so, treat me however you like."

Slowly, he took hold of his shaft to pull it away from the man's cheek. He tapped it onto Althur's lips and the noble got the idea soon enough. Those soft lips that had been worshiping his balls opened slowly, tongue lolling out. He placed his shaft against the tongue and slowly began to ease himself against that heated warmth. Wet air gathered around his cock from the man's mouth, the human's hands resting between his legs. Dutiful. Cute. He hadn't expected this side out of the noble, and for some reason, the contrast drove him wild. It was as if he had gained some sort of conquest, some sort of spoil of war that would last him a lifetime. He kept on telling himself to hold back as he grasped the back of the human's hair, as he dug his claws in just a little bit, but it was already too late for that. With a grunt, he thrust his hips forward and shoved nearly every inch of his shaft into Althur's mouth. Althur took it with a little gag, a tiny sputter, but what caught him off guard was the fact that the human began bobbing his head back and forth with deep movements. This little bastard had more experience than he thought, or maybe he had just practiced on a few things. That being said, he wasn't complaining about that tight maw around his shaft.

A huff of breath escaped the human's nose as it pushed through the fur of his crotch, balls resting against the human's chin for a few seconds before Althru began to move again. His own hips were jerking now to meet every movement of the noble pleasuring his shaft. Questions about why could wait until later. The heat that had started as a meager pressure in his gut continued to rise until all he could think about was what was happening right now. He did find the human endlessly attractive, he even felt that there might be something more. Eban enjoyed talking to him, enjoyed hearing his voice and his jokes. There was something akin to love there even though there were so many questions behind that feeling, but right now, there was only lust.

Pleasure rose and crashed against his senses, his cock twitching as warm heat wrapped around it and formed a lovely seal. His fingers at the back of the human's head grasped a bit harder, held on just a little bit tighter as he tried to use that to brace himself against the feelings that were pounding at his core. What made it harder to hold back, what made things so damn difficult too; were the gentle things. One hand moved between his legs, fingers brushing under his balls before cupping the orbs gingerly. Occasionally that hand moved toward his thighs to circle and squeeze while Althur worked. It felt like everything he did was being appreciated even though he was grunting like a common animal or a monster. His heart raced, his tail whipped the ground, every gentle touch adding a shiver of delight through him that mixed with the resounding pleasure urging him to get closer to a full release every second.

He found that it would end too soon if he kept on going, and so he pulled back and out until the tip was all that was left inside of Althur's mouth. His eyes peered down to see the human gazing up at him with a gaze full of honey and amber, a fire glowing behind them reminding him of crystal lights illuminating his life. He had fallen for a man that he barely knew and he hated that fact, both because he wanted to be able to trust more easily and because he knew that there was something odd about him. Althur had even admitted that he was using him, but in what way? Was it only the lust, was it only the sex that he wanted out of it that made the noble feel that way? Or could there be more?

Breathing out, he took hold of his shaft and began to pump it slowly while muttering, “Ask for it."

Satin lips slipped away from his length with a steamed breath that curled around his existence as the words slipped from the human's mouth, “Please, give me your desire, sir."

Such respect could not be considered dignified from this position, or with who it was going for. Even still, his tail whipped the floor, the fur of his neck rose as he snapped his jaw shut with a growl and felt the heat lancing from his gut through his shaft and onto the proffered tongue of the noble kneeling for him. He painted Althur's tongue and faced with load after load, each twitch producing more along with a swing of his hips and a grunt. And when it was done he could feel the heat leaving his body allowing his mind to start working again. Thoughts were whirring back into place, but what he saw concerned him first and foremost. Althur remained on his knees painted with his seed, one eye closed and chest rising and falling. When he looked down he could see that Althur's hand had been busy, and that one of his legs was stained with the result of the noble's work. It seemed that both of them were hungry for this, and yet, there was so much more they could do. At the same time, it was the middle of the day and both of them could not be gone for too long. The excuse of being at a tailor's shop could last only for so long.

They got mostly clean with the help of a few rags, no words said between them until they stood fully clothed. Althur looked away as if there was some sort of shame to it all, but before he could open his mouth Eban began, “I took it a bit too far, I think." The human's shoulders sagged but what he said next perked them back up again, “And I would go further than that if the time allowed it. As part of our business arrangement, I'm afraid that I've acted unprofessional. If you would like, I could take your measurements tonight when the store is closed and no one else is around. I have to replace your underwear, after all."

Althur looked at him with a big grin, one that he found annoying and endearing all at once as the human spoke, “Sounds fantastic. I'll be sure to come by ready for whatever it is you have in store for me. I have to account for your own measurement, after all."

He felt his cheeks warm, a fist coming up to his mouth as he grunted, “Well, right. I'll see you tonight, my lord."

Their gazes met and Althur simply snickered, “Just the same, sir."

And with that, they stepped out the backroom and Althur wandered out of his store. It felt like a terrible mistake to make that promise, it felt like he would regret what he had just done in just a few seconds, but instead he found himself oddly blissful. He had let go of the pretenses and shed a few of the excuses, and even if Althur was hiding something, he couldn't just let these feelings go. He pushed a finger against the bridge of his nose and eased his glasses into place while wondering; should he rip those secrets from the noble? With passion and time, he could take them free of the man, or maybe hurt him in the process. He decided that it was best not to think about it right now. Everything was so messy, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but the work of the rest of the day would set him right. It would give him his peace again before he broke it for a chance at chaos and passion.

When he shut the doors of his store to all but himself, he walked up the stairs behind the counter and headed up to his home to get cleaned properly. He wasn't sure what to do with himself besides that. It had been a long time since he had more than just a passing fling, more than just someone he had paid a few coins to lie with, or someone drunk with desire he had met by chance. That being said, even through the concern he found himself smiling a bit as he went about his business. He already dressed finely, so there was no need to change that, and they had not established this as a dinner date so he didn't worry about it, but even then he wondered. When night came, he wandered back to his store to await his lover for the evening.

Althur arrived not long after the sky turned a bruised blue. A gentle knocking came at the door that he answered almost immediately. There stood Althur under moon and star wearing his cloak with a big smile. He wasn't sure what to say or do, but Althur threw himself into Eban for an embrace that seemed to tighten the longer it went. He responded in kind by holding the human tight until he heard Althur grunt.

As they parted, Althur coughed, “Didn't think that you missed me that much. Were you about to pull me to the ground with a grip that tight?"

He chuckled and shook his head before turning to head further inside, “Hush, now come. We've got business to tend to."

“Ah, of course. Measurements and whatnot, please go on ahead and I'll follow along." Hummed Althur.

Eban raised a brow at that but didn't think much of it as he led the way up the stairs. The door at the end opened to what counted as his home. A small room awaited with furnishings and seats connected to a kitchen nearby, and a door further in would lead to his room, however, he noticed that he hadn't been followed right away. He turned around and saw empty space, and wondered what had Althur lagging behind so much? It didn't take too long for his question to be answered as Althur sauntered through the door with the cloak held close to his body and a flush of rosy color touching his cheeks. When the door shut behind the human, he opened his arms to answer his previous thought. The human was wearing nothing beneath the cloak except for a pair of bracelets.

Calmly, he walked forward and grabbed the human by the wrist firmly before tugging him along. Althur followed wordlessly as he was dragged through a door on the far side of the room, and only grunted as he was thrown inside and onto a bed. Eban began to strip out of his clothes, began to practically tear at them as he thought of this little bastard. Somewhere down there he had abandoned what he wore in favor of showing himself like a common whore, of flashing him with that beautiful sight that nearly made him pounce on the spot. When he finished discarding his clothes, he moved onto the bed and grabbed the man by the shoulders to keep his back to the bed.

“You really showed up in the cloak I made for you and nothing else?" He rumbled while leaning down to press his mouth to the man's throat.

Althur gasped and shuddered under his touch, “I thought it would be a fun idea. Strip down real quick before following you up." With a small chuckle, he then asked, “Did it work?"

He nipped the spot where his lips had been before leaning back all the way to sit on the bed while watching the human, “Toss it to the side and get on all fours for me. Show me what you want tonight."

It did not take much encouragement for Althur to get up out of the bed to cast the cloak aside before getting on again. He brought himself onto the covers on all fours with his rear in the air and his face to the bed already. Both of his hands grasped onto his rear and spread each cheek wide allowing him to see the pucker waiting for him, along with a pair of darkened balls. He moved immediately, allowing his lust to carry him again as he grasped the human's rear, fingers trailing over the man's hands before he got to work. Eban spat on the human's rear, adding a nice glisten to the pucker before he brought his mouth down to let his tongue drag over the surface. Althur groaned and trembled, arms moving ahead of him leaving Eban to continue keeping that rear nice and spread apart. His tongue dipped inside as best as he could manage, his snout pressed as close as he could manage. One of his hands drifted then to grab onto the human's shaft, digits squeezing around that hardening length to tug while he taste his lover's rear. The bracelets and cloak had been nearly enough to shatter his mind. By itself, being nude under the cloak would have been enough, but the bracelets made him think of manacles, made him think that the human was offering himself to Eban. If that were the case, he would gladly take the offer.

When he brought his mouth away, he got up on his knees while keeping that rear spread with his claws, “Hm, give me a moment."

Despite how feral he was feeling, he needed to remember that there were important things to do in a situation like this. He stepped off the bed and moved to a nearby dresser to fish a small bottle out along with what appeared to be a wrapper. As he returned to the bed, Althur muttered, “You don't need that second bit. You can take me as raw as you'd like. Do whatever you want. I want to feel your desire."

Eban licked his chops before getting back onto the bed. He tossed aside the wrapper he had pulled from the dresser before popping the cork off the top of the bottle. He poured a healthy amount of viscous liquid onto his cock and onto the human's exposed ass. His fingers dipped inside next as the bottle rolled to the wooden floor. Two of them fit without a problem, the human letting out a little hiss as he slid deep inside. He pushed his fingers in, rolling them further and further until they were in all the way. Althur had practiced for this, that much was clear, and at the moment he didn't care whether or not he was the man's first. All he wanted to do was claim this rear for himself. His thoughts were trying to break through, his concerns and broiling emotions, but his lust was something else right now. At the same time, there was something else keeping him focused on the action right now. The joy. There was an odd giddiness that he felt in being able to do this with another man in his room. There was no alcohol, no excuses, or anything like that. There was only the desire to fuck and share in an intimate moment. Raw and beautiful.

That last thought of beauty eased his heat for a bit to the point where his fingers were moving in slowly now with a gentle flow. He spread his fingers and rolled them deeper before pulling them back, continuing these motions before adding a third finger. Adding to the desire to continue this game were Althur's moans and expressions. The human's lithe body was twisting and twining, pulling back before pushing toward him, mouth breaking open to let out little gasps while his toes curled inward before splaying out as Eban jammed his fingers in roughly. Little curses escaped the man, quiet mentions of love and mild annoyance that made no sense whatsoever, but it was clear that the man was excited.

As he pulled his fingers out slowly, he rumbled in pure joy, “I won't pull out."

Althur rolled onto his back slowly and brought his legs up, arms spread out as he muttered, “Good."

Eban fell upon the man with all of the passion that he had been holding back. His mouth caught his in a firm kiss that echoed with pain and pleasure in equal amounts. His fangs pressed down on the man's bottom lip before he returned to the kiss in genuine with tongue sliding along the human's. At the same time, he grasped his shaft between them to raise his hips and bring the tip right to that puckered hole oiled and ready for him. He eased inside, pushed, and pressed until he was inside. One thrust and he was near all the way in, one push and he heard Althur let out a squeak between them.

The sudden sound caught his attention and broke him out of his lust long enough for him to ask with haze and hunger clinging to his words, “Are you okay?"

“Fuck me." Breathed the human while grinding up toward him, as his arms wrapped around Eban's shoulders.

He shuddered and shut his eyes to focus on the sensations vibrating through his form as he began to swing his hips. The sound of the man beneath him was a song, a sweet and lovely thing full of masculine grunts ending in squeaks and sighs that made him wonder if he were bedding a woman rather than a man. The scent was softer than before and it seemed he had opted for a more flowery scent today. He wondered if Althur wanted Eban to see him as a woman, or perhaps he simply wanted to have his petals plucked. Regardless, he drowned in the sounds and scents of his lover while plunging his shaft deep inside of that tight rear. A heated vice of meat and passion squeezed around his length and tried desperately to hold him there as he pulled back before thrusting in. Each push jolted the man against the bed, his stout form crashing down over the human's. His hands had moved to feel Althur's body, to drift along soft skin with gentle touches that contrasted with the constant pounding he laid upon that lovely rear.

Between the kisses, Althur groaned aloud, “You should have done this the first day. Please, stop holding back!"

He growled as he dug his claws into the human's side as he leaned back to start grinding his hips into the man with more of his strength. Eban couldn't help but let his primal desire out in every movement, his need taking him forward causing the human to squeak. Althur had let go of him and instead grabbed onto the bed while looking up at him. Eban's tail curled in before whipping out, his heart pumping faster as he stared down into those hazy amber eyes so full of lust and love. He moved in harder, moved with the knowledge that this was what was wanted, but even then he could see the human wince in pain and pleasure in equal measures whenever he rooted himself inside. It felt like he should hold back, like he should ask if he should take it easy, but the crooked smile on the human's face kept him going at the same pace.

That pace only began to intensify as he felt the pressure in his body growing again, the hot wash of his pleasure swimming down to his twitching shaft where it presented itself as the possibility of a climax. Each throb produced thin lines of pre that stained the man's inner walls, his claws digging in a bit more until he could see the man beneath him squirming away from his touch, and yet, unable to escape. His thrusting slowed down to give himself a bit of time to adjust to the heat, to make this last just a bit longer, but there was something in that hazy gaze with Althur's mouth hanging open that made his body start moving again in earnest. He thrust and thrust, again and again until he was at the same speed as before, and as his orgasm struck him, he planted his mouth over the human's.

Eban clung onto the man while his tongue dipped deep inside, their mouths locked together by his desire, his shaft bouncing violently as he let loose a torrent of his seed inside of Althur's rear. When he finished, he pulled out slowly to savor the rush, to savor that lovely tingle of a raw cock grinding against something just after blowing its load. Everything felt overly sensitive. His hearing, his sense of smell, and more. The lights were somehow too bright, and his desires were somehow more intense. When he pulled away from the human and looked down, he realized that there was more to do.

As he touched the man's stomach, Althur breathed out, “Mercy, oh heavens above mercy. My legs and hips feel as though I've been running through the mountains. Hiking while getting fucked by the locales at every turn."

He couldn't help but raise a brow and chuckle, his finger prodding the man's arousal as he muttered, “Really? No requests? I'm more than willing to let you take a turn."

Althur breathed out, “I mean, I do have one request."

“Hm?"

As he was about to wrap his hand around the man's length, Althur muttered, “Hold me for a bit?"

With a small smile, he eased himself into the spot next to Althur and wrapped his arms around him. The shared warmth was enough to brush aside any chill air drifting through the door. A window nearby was cracked open enough that any could have heard what they were doing, but what did that matter? It felt good and Eban only hoped that anyone who heard them, had enjoyed listening to the show. With his eyes closed, with the chill air brushing along his body contrasting with the warmth. He began to drift asleep without meaning to. Eban faded in and out as he held the man close to his body. He wasn't quite sure how his life would change, how his peace would shift, but right now he was in utter bliss and it carried him deep into a dreamless sleep.