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A flickering, dying fire lays neglected in the far corner of the spacious room, playing a dance of shadows across the stone floor and the fur rug that lay upon it. A chorus of low laughter joins the noise of the crackling wood, followed by a pleased, muffled hum and the soft noises of kissing.
The fur quilts pinned under their bodies is an additional embrace, though it is unimportant in comparison to the warm glide of Esidisi's broad, calloused hands down Kars' sides. A grin reveals Esidisi's teeth, eyes narrowed in amusement with his cheeks flushed a darker color of carmine.
“Come now, Esidisi,” Kars whispers with his own slender grin, his fingertips ghosting across the tattoo on Esidisi's face. Esidisi lets out another low chuckle as he looks into Kars' ruby eyes. While tracing the overlapping lines on Esidisi's face, Kars murmurs, “I have granted you release, now do the same for me. Unless you intend to leave me with just the grip of my hand.”
Esidisi finds this entirely humorous, giggling to himself as he leans in to begin kissing at Kars' jaw, brushing aside soft curly plum locks to reach where he wanted. Leaning over Kars, Esidisi envelopes him with the heat of his body, leaving Kars breathless and relaxed despite his state of ache and impatience. Esidisi's full lips are gentle and tender against his neck, moving down and leaving a trail of hot kisses that encourages Kars to close his eyes and let out a pleased hum.
“Perhaps you deserve it,” Esidisi jests, peeking up at Kars from where he was kissing his chest. Kars lets out a quiet rumbling laugh that starts out as a hum, his eyes cracking open to reveal scarlet eyes to his lover. He gazes down at him with a thin smirk.
“I'd like to think I do,” Kars remarks, bringing his hand up to spread it out across Esidisi's wide tan shoulder blade. Esidisi's grin softens to a sneering smirk. His plan to rile Kars up was failing thus far. Maybe Kars became too soft with him.
“If you decide not to humor me, I suppose I could keep your skull as a charming wall decoration,” Kars muses, eyes narrowing and teeth bared in his sharp grin.
Then again, maybe not.
“I fear you so, Lord Kars,” Esidisi teases, but relents by continuing his trek of kissing down his glorious body. Kars is lax against the quilts and tassel pillows, something Esidisi notices with pleasure. He preferred a slackened Kars over an irate one. Running his large hands down Kars' muscular thighs, he glances up at his face to see his eyes closed and lips in a light smile. Esidisi smirks. He always basked in body worship.
It was fun to test boundaries, though.
Esidisi slides his hands under Kars' hips to grope at his backside firmly. Taking Kars' sizable erection into his abnormally hot mouth, Esidisi fixes his cerulean blue eyes up on Kars' face, which lights up with surprise at the grab to his buttocks.
Though before Kars could let out a complaint, the distraction of Esidisi's hot mouth on his impressively large cock has him moaning lowly, eyes fluttering shut again. Esidisi slides his broad fingertips in-between Kars' muscular cheeks and drifts them across his slick entrance, feeling his own seed dripping out slowly. Kars' hips twitch at the touch.
“E-Esidisi...” Kars grits out, his tone sharp with warning before easing further into a loose moan. Esidisi can easily deep throat him. While he had the gift of releasing his veins from his finger and toe nails, he too could swallow many things without problem. While at first he had been perplexed by such an ability, it's proved to become useful in many ways.
Kars' shaky exhales and pleased hums fill the silence of the room, accompanied by the occasional wet noise of Esidisi slowly moving his mouth over his erection. Lips wrapped tightly around Kars' throbbing shaft, Esidisi closes his eyes and lets it glide down into his throat again until his nose meets fine curls of midnight purple hair. The tendrils that wiggle around at the base of Kars' erection tickle at his cheeks and try to slip inside his mouth along with his cock. Esidisi nearly opens his mouth further to allow it, but a sudden loud cry from down the corridor has them both halting.
The tendrils shrink away as Esidisi slowly pulls off. Kars lets out an impatient, agitated growl. The ceaseless wailing continues on as Esidisi crawls up to Kars, lays an apologetic, promising kiss to his temple before he stands from the grand bed and approaches the doorway. Without bothering to dress again, Esidisi leaves Kars sitting alone on the bed covered in quilts and pillows.
Brushing out past the fur that hangs over the open doorway, Esidisi enters the dimly lit stone corridor and begins towards the room where they kept Wham and Santana. He can tell by the wobbly, wet crying that it belongs to Santana. Unsurprising. Wham was a pleasantly well-behaved baby while Santana was demanding and spoiled. Stepping into the smaller room, the crying increases in volume, making Esidisi grimace slightly.
Tsking as he steps up to Santana's hammock, he scoops the flailing child up, along with his soft blankets.
“Hush. Kars is already cross. Must you test his patience further?” Esidisi whispers, gently tucking the blankets around Santana's chubby, naked form, which quickly placates him and ceases his ear-splitting wailing. Thanking the stars, Esidisi is relieved to find Wham undisturbed by the crying. Glancing to his hammock, Esidisi sees him with his thumb in his mouth (something Kars scolds him about constantly), his wavy short blonde locks surrounding his head like a halo. Esidisi finds it fitting.
“Such a troublesome pest,” Esidisi murmurs, glancing back to the bundle in his muscular arms. Santana gazes up at him with deep burgundy eyes, much like Kars'. His little black horns peek out from his wild red locks. Esidisi smiles fondly. Santana was a rather cute child, though that hardly makes up for his insatiable personality. Esidisi lifts a hand to drift a flat fingertip down Santana's tiny nose. Then with a grin, he makes silly cooing noises at Santana as he pinches his baby fat cheeks together, making his lips stick out obnoxiously.
“Amused with yourself, Esidisi?” Kars' firm voice startles Esidisi from the moment, earning a quick glance from his white-haired partner. Esidisi smirks thinly at him. Kars leans against the entrance to the room, draped in silk that hardly conceals his proud, beautiful body. Esidisi looks back down at Santana, noticing how his eyelids drooped, blinking slowly until he gave in and let them settle.
“It seems he only longed for your warm embrace,” Kars says softly, standing from the doorway and approaching the other. Kars looks past his shoulder, his luscious locks sweeping down to rest against Esidisi's arm. He gazes down at Santana with mild annoyance in his eyes. Restless thing interrupting their evening. How troublesome.
“Perhaps. It does put them to sleep awfully quick...” Esidisi murmurs, readjusting his arms around Santana. He was certainly heavier than Wham. It showed, too. He was much more plump. In his belly and cheeks. Esidisi supposes it's the result of giving into his demanding cries and granting him a bigger meal than initially intended.
Looking away from the red-headed baby, Kars glances to where Wham slept. He takes note of how his short leg hangs from the hammock and his thumb was in his mouth. Huffing, he shakes his head once and steps away from Esidisi.
Approaching with a graceful step and a glide of the silk, Kars gently tucks Wham's leg back where it belongs and reaches up with pale fingers to ease his thumb out of his mouth. Then with gentle dexterous hands, he tucks Wham's blankets around him before tenderly brushing a broad thumb down Wham's tan, chubby cheek.
“They are very beautiful,” Kars murmurs, gazing at Wham's sleeping face for a moment longer before turning back to Esidisi. Esidisi hums in assent. Kars sees Esidisi gently rocking Santana in his arms. Esidisi looked at peace with a child in his arms, something Kars never anticipated when he chose Esidisi to accompany him in his journey. Esidisi smiles down at Santana, blue eyes gentle and loving. Kars feels sick. He turns and leaves the room with a elegant step, tyrian purple locks swinging with the motion.
Esidisi, distracted with Santana, fails to notice his departure until a full five minutes later. When he glances up to find Kars missing, he exhales deeply and glances once more down at the sleeping baby, before he approaches the empty hammock and gently eases Santana into it.
“Rest well, child,” Esidisi murmurs, lingering in the room to drift the backs of his fingers down Santana's full cheek. Then he leaves the room after casting once last glance over his shoulder.
He has a feeling Kars is uneasy, so he makes his way back to his chamber. He finds Kars laying down on the bed, surrounded by cobalt and metallic gold tassel pillows, wrapped up in the quilts. He lays on his side, his back to the door. Esidisi approaches the canopy bed, his feet nearly silent on the stone floor. Without a word, he climbs onto the bed and spoons up behind Kars. Kars usually elbows him away, but he remains silent and relenting.
Wrapping a warm, strong arm around Kars, Esidisi noses aside thick curly locks until he finds his neck. He lays a comforting kiss there.
“Let me sleep, Esidisi,” Kars mutters, curling his shoulder in to avoid the embrace. Esidisi lets out a low, thoughtful hum, though he doesn't protest. Pulling away, Esidisi understands his need for space. He's additionally aware that he longs for his company, so he doesn't abandon him either.
Esidisi simply pulls two fur quilts over himself and settles in for slumber.
The fire finally dies, engulfing the large chamber with utter darkness.