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Sense of smell was something most took for granted but not Spite, there were things to be gleaned from scent, emotions, sickness perhaps, even thoughts, those he liked the most.
Lucanis's scent had always intrigued him, what he hid behind a mask of calm could not be hidden from him, he could smell it, scent his thoughts in the air like a bloodhound.
In the quiet of their bedroom, his scent called to him, something warm, something spicy and sweet.
He was thinking naughty thoughts, he grinned, stirring from sleep.Altara was on contract, had been gone for days, and they both longed for her return, missed her.
Lucanis was dreaming, his brow furrowed, lips parting with a sigh.
Spite rolls closer, scenting the air and smirking before leaning down, trailing his nose across Lucanis' throat, tasting his scent in the air.
He liked how Lucanis smelled.He licked his lips, resisting the urge to bite, to taste, he wanted to savour this scent, read its notes like fine wine and bask in it.
Desire was heady and rich, lust hot and peppery. Love like warm cherries and rose petals, soft but could sting if you were not careful of the thorns.
Lucanis's head moved to the side as if giving him more access, and he purrs, pressing his lips to his neck oh so gently.
Lucanis's brow furrowed, his eyes fluttering open at the featherlight touch.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice quiet in the stillness.
"Like your scent, when you think of our wife." He purrs, pressing another kiss right behind his ear.
"What do I smell like?" He asks curiously.
"Like her, Like us, Like roses and spice, warm and tender." He begins to trail kisses down his neck, and Lucanis sighs, his cheeks flushing.
He still got flustered when Spite was like this, so focused on him, like he was drawn to him like a moth to the flame.
"We miss her." Spite whispers against his skin before Looking at him, his eyes burning with something he could never name.
"We do." Lucanis smiles at him, reaching out to cup his cheek, tucking a loose hair behind a pointed ear.
Spite leans into the touch and lays back when Lucanis leans forward.
"I'm curious." Lucanis whispers, leaning down so he could sniff Spite's neck.
"You smell like Earth, ozone and hmm." He pauses as if pondering, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"You smell like coffee." He starts to laugh.Spite grins.
"Smell Like Lucanis." He smiles.
"We smell like eachother," Lucanis says, leaning back to look at him, his eyes full of mirth.
"Yes." Spite smiles back.
