[Moon kisses him again as if to apologize for not lingering the entire night on the balcony. but it’s only a little further along the terrace before they come to another row of wide-open windows. why use a hallway and doors? all of moon’s private quarters share this balcony.]
[there's no lights lit inside, but the big windows fill it with moonlight. most of the room is taken up by a round depression in the middle of the floor— a dragon-sized nest. it's ringed by a low, ornately-carved wooden screen and lined with fresh rush mats.
there's also a second, more human-sized nest. this one, like a giant wooden bowl, is carved in the same style as the other's screen, but it's scuffed and worn, and there's eight-legged scratchmarks scrabbling up the sides in more than one spot. it's filled with patchwork silk cushions, there's a forgotten robe buried among the quilts, and there's an empty mug hooked on one of the carvings.
besides the nests, there's a desk covered in knick-knacks and a dining table covered in paperwork. windchimes and light-catchers hang from the ceiling overhead. a few doors lead off to other spaces.
Moon is skipping the balcony door and climbing in through one of the windows.]
[chitters and follows, tidying as he goes. the robe gets pulled out and tossed towards one of the doors, a dressing room probably. the mug is moved to a guilty stack of empty tea bowls on the table.
most of the cushions and blankets are quilted. he’s the Lord of Lords, but this is his personal nest in his private wing, he doesn’t need to show off. instead of lavish sheets or handsome brocade, he has patchwork scraps from his and household’s old clothes.]
I could admire your muscles instead. I like those too.
[nuzzles shamelessly, relishing the addition of randy's warmth to all familiar scents and sounds of home]
Tomorrow you can pick a room for your own, if you want, but let me keep you here tonight.
[of course he hopes randy will share his nest more often than not, but everyone should have a private space! moon flicks his tail, gesturing towards some of the doors leading off his room. they were built as consort chambers or playrooms for hatchlings, but one is blocked by a bookcase and another is crowded by potted plants... moon hasn't had to use the rooms in a while]
[nevermind crooning, he moans, arching up under him. they both know moon could roll them easily, just sit up and scoop randy up on those arms, but he won't. there's no thought except to hold onto his mate until they're both breathless.]
[all the soundproofing in the world didn't make randy less aware of the presence of others. but Moon's quarters have plenty of empty rooms in and around them, so he doesn't feel bad nipping at his lover's lips with newly re-blunted teeth and pressing him into the bedding.
strength is entirely about sexiness, in their bed, and right now it's very sexy of Moon to hold himself back.]
[moon likes his privacy from court, and privacy they’ll have. even the guards on patrol only dare to glance at his balcony from afar.
moon nips back with still-sharp fangs and works his hands up under randy’s shirt to cling to his back. his claws scratch, only dulled enough to not be dangerous— randy’s only human now, but he’s nothing fragile.]
[those scratches, those nips pull an approving hum from Randy, low and throaty. it's good that Moon doesn't have any illusions about his sturdiness, about his fondness for a little manhandling somehow going away.
his hands skate down, leaving his weight alone to pin Moon, tracing around ball joints and where armor meets skin, teasing.]
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It is not far.
[Moon kisses him again as if to apologize for not lingering the entire night on the balcony. but it’s only a little further along the terrace before they come to another row of wide-open windows. why use a hallway and doors? all of moon’s private quarters share this balcony.]
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there's also a second, more human-sized nest. this one, like a giant wooden bowl, is carved in the same style as the other's screen, but it's scuffed and worn, and there's eight-legged scratchmarks scrabbling up the sides in more than one spot. it's filled with patchwork silk cushions, there's a forgotten robe buried among the quilts, and there's an empty mug hooked on one of the carvings.
besides the nests, there's a desk covered in knick-knacks and a dining table covered in paperwork. windchimes and light-catchers hang from the ceiling overhead. a few doors lead off to other spaces.
Moon is skipping the balcony door and climbing in through one of the windows.]
Come in, come in.
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Big nest lil nest, huh?
[eying those scratchmarks, that's the sex nest huh,]
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I have a big size and a lil size, so.
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"Lil", huh.
[shoulderbunp, then striding forward for a closer look.]
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[chitters and follows, tidying as he goes. the robe gets pulled out and tossed towards one of the doors, a dressing room probably. the mug is moved to a guilty stack of empty tea bowls on the table.
most of the cushions and blankets are quilted. he’s the Lord of Lords, but this is his personal nest in his private wing, he doesn’t need to show off. instead of lavish sheets or handsome brocade, he has patchwork scraps from his and household’s old clothes.]
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What does that make me, big guy?
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moon sits down next to him and bends over to kiss his forehead]
It makes you dainty.
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[it's a scoff, with a laugh, but some part of him seems just a little awed by it, and he's reaching to tug Moon down with him fully.]
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Exquisitely so.
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[snuggling up]
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[nuzzles shamelessly, relishing the addition of randy's warmth to all familiar scents and sounds of home]
Tomorrow you can pick a room for your own, if you want, but let me keep you here tonight.
[of course he hopes randy will share his nest more often than not, but everyone should have a private space! moon flicks his tail, gesturing towards some of the doors leading off his room. they were built as consort chambers or playrooms for hatchlings, but one is blocked by a bookcase and another is crowded by potted plants... moon hasn't had to use the rooms in a while]
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[soft-voiced, tipping his head to follow the gesture, then just rolling onto him.]
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I cannot beg all your time. Nor do I have to be so precious with it... We have more than nights or hours together now, we will have years.
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[kissssss]
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strength is entirely about sexiness, in their bed, and right now it's very sexy of Moon to hold himself back.]
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moon nips back with still-sharp fangs and works his hands up under randy’s shirt to cling to his back. his claws scratch, only dulled enough to not be dangerous— randy’s only human now, but he’s nothing fragile.]
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his hands skate down, leaving his weight alone to pin Moon, tracing around ball joints and where armor meets skin, teasing.]
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Those are sensitive...
[as if he didn't know, as if he couldn't tell with how moon's claws flex when their respective joints are touched, kneading]
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skitters in a year later full of mo(o)nsterfucking emotions
'w' !!
Re: 'w' !!
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ok i definitely answered this but dw is a little asshole
dw be nice