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A rare evening to himself, Rahi'a contemplated how to mindlessly pass the time before bed. He decided to look through his dresser, going through gifts he'd received, and came across the Crystarium knight's uniform. Curious to see how it fit again, he put it on.
It hadn't been that long since the events in the First, but it still gave him a sense of nostalgia. So much had happened since, being in Sharlayan for one. He thought about how his friendship with G'raha had changed since, as well.
He had a hard time warming back up to him once they returned to the Source. Too much distrust on his end, too much trust on G'raha's end. Things changed, slowly, and he felt like the two of them were properly getting to know each other on even grounds now, ever since their departure to Sharlayan.
He couldn't lie that he felt a little more... interest in the seeker as well. Maybe he was finally warming up to the idea of someone being so blatantly, head-over-heels into him. That was something he'd always struggled with.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It wasn't late enough for it to be alarming, but Rahi'a wasn't expecting anyone tonight.
Speak of the devil.
He opens the door to reveal G'raha, who smiles at him shyly, but then freezes upon seeing Rahi'a's outfit. Blinking back, confused, Rahi'a looks down and remembers he was still wearing the uniform.
"Evening, G'raha." he greets warmly.
"E-evening, Rahi'a! I... didn't expect you to be wearing that."
"Oh, yes well, I was just going through armor and gifts I was given and felt like trying it on again. Brought back some memories. Come in, though, is there something I can do for you?"
G'raha's cheeks are flushed and he seems to be avoiding looking at Rahi'a for too long. He steps into the room, body language still a bit awkward and anxious.
"Erm... truthfully I was just feeling a bit lonely, and was hoping to spend some time with you." he responds meekly.
Rahi'a smiles warmly at him, stepping in front of him and placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Of course. You're welcome here anytime."
G'raha smiles back, but then immediately looks away again, not quite flinching but his cheeks are red again.
Rahi'a looks down to make sure nothing is exposed. He's clear. He looks back up at G'raha, who is now fidgeting. Rahi'a had two hypotheses to what his deal was, and he needed to eliminate one first.
"This outfit isn't bothering you is it? I need to change anyway, but I understand if it's-"
"N-no it's nothing like that!" G'raha stammered. "Y-you look really nice in it. I, er. Realize I didn't really see you don it while we were in the First, and um..." his voice trails off, mumbling something.
Rahi'a was certain his second hypothesis was correct, which was both relieving, and would make tonight much more fun, for him, at least.
The other part to their shifting relationship, was just how fun G'raha was to tease... it was too easy and Rahi'a would be lying if he said he didn't relish in it.
The dark-haired miqo'te stepped into G'raha's space, tilting his head quizzically close to his red-haired companion.
"G'raha. Did you have fantasies about me wearing this?"
Somehow turning an even darker shade of red, G'raha swallowed, looking up at his beloved hero as he nodded slowly.
Rahi'a smirks, unable to help himself.
"Well you'll have to tell me all about them now." He begins, his cape swishing behind him as he grabs G'raha and lifts him into both of his arms like a damsel.
"Were they like this... where the heroic knight of the Crystarium saves the Exarch from peril and sweeps him off his feet-" Rahi'a dips him gently "and kisses him?" he leans in and G'raha looks out of breath already, blinking furiously as if wondering if anything happening right now was real.
"Or-" Rahi'a puts him down near the wall, trapping him against it as he lowers his voice, pressing his forehead against G'raha's. "-are we in a forbidden relationship, where no one can know the dashing Warrior of Darkness, his right hand man and personal guard, is pleasuring him in the shadows-"
Rahi'a glides his head down to G'raha's neck, his lips ghosting his skin as he whispers "unable to leave marks, lest the people may know the Exarch has taken a lover...?"
G'raha shudders, a gasp escaping from him as his hands cling to Rahi'a's shoulders.
"Y-you're teasing me too much..." he pouts, catching his breath as he manages to look his hero in the eye, red eyes meeting playful gold ones.
"You make it too easy." Rahi'a laughs, easing off from his companion's body as he gently scratches his chin with a finger. G'raha purrs a little, his ears lowering.
"A shame you don't still have your Exarch robes... would make the scenarios a little more fun." he jokes.
"A-actually," G'raha starts, a little embarrassed as he pulls out a glamour crystal. "I had Tataru help me with this some time ago. N-not for this purpose! Well. Perhaps the thought crossed my mind... But mostly to reminisce, if I ever felt like it. Clothes have that effect."
"Well? Go on then. Don thine robes again, my lord." Rahi'a says, in an almost Urianger-like fashion, that G'raha found both irritatingly amusing, and slightly arousing. A bright light bathes him, and he is in his old robes again.
He definitely looked different in them without his crystalized skin and faded hair, but wore them well nonetheless.
Rahi'a looks him up and down, taking in his appearance, something he did more out of suspicion back in the First.
"Shame I didn't like you during then... would have been interesting to have fucked you in this garb in that other body of yours." he mused.
"Yes, a shame indeed considering how much that body fantasized about said fucking!" G'raha retorted, then paused and turned beet red, eyes the size of saucers.
Rahi'a's grin only grew as he knelt down before the seeker, bringing his hand to his lips and kissing it softly as he looked back up at G'raha with devious eyes.
"Then we'll have to make up for lost time, won't we, my lord ?"
G'raha felt faint.
In the best way possible. Quite honestly he couldn't have even dreamt this a possibility tonight. And yet, here they were.
He cleared his throat.
"Yes, of course."
"What are your orders for me then, my lord?"
G'raha tried not to short-circuit. Here he was, with the man of his dreams asking him to command him to do anything he desired. It was too much. But the former Exarch was not about to pass this up.
"Kiss me." he says.
His knight obliges.
Standing back up to meet him at the same height, Rahi'a gently caresses G'raha's cheek as he leans in to kiss him chastely on the lips. He pulls back, giving him a dreamy smile.
G'raha knows they've read far too many of the same tales. He also knows that Rahi'a was holding back.
"That's it?" he whispers.
"That's all you asked for. You'll have to be more specific, if there's more you desire, my lord."
Rahi'a's lips curve into a teasing smile. This was going to turn into a fun game. How far could he push G'raha into revealing his deepest desires of him, while simultaneously embarrassing him? Perhaps it was a little mean, but they were both winning here. And perhaps G'raha would surprise him. The Exarch had some bite to him, after all. The question was, how likely would it be for him to draw it out for a man that metaphorically brought him to his knees?
"Well, my lord?" he presses again.
G'raha bites his lip.
"Kiss me until I'm breathless."
Rahi'a dives in, his lips crashing against G'raha's as he kisses him with much more passion than earlier, hands fingering through his red locks of hair and G'raha genuinely feels his heart skip a beat. It feels incredible and he still can't believe the man he's pined for, for ages was kissing him at all. He kissed back of course, relishing in Rahi'a's soft but firm lips moving against his. He could feel himself being backed into a wall again as his knight continued to kiss him relentlessly. He moaned as he felt a tongue teasing it's way into his mouth, opening wider for Rahi'a to enter and lick inside between kisses.
"Rahi'a..." he exhales.
Rahi'a slowly gives him one, last, drawn out kiss as he pulls back.
"Yes, my lord? What is your next command for me?"
"I want... I want you t... to taste every inch of me. With your lips, and your... t-tongue..." he manages, face flushing again.
Rahi'a lifts him up as he did earlier, placing him on his bed, removing his boots and gauntlets quickly as he crawled on top of him. He took a moment to drink in G'raha's current state - he definitely kissed him breathless and he was a sight to behold in the flowy Exarch's robes, pushed up slightly to reveal his legs, looking up at Rahi'a in a state of both embarrassment and lust.
Rahi'a was going to enjoy this.
He leaned down, kissing him on the lips a few times, G'raha lifting his arms to try to pull him closer, only for Rahi'a to gently press them down.
"Not right now, my lord, I need every inch of you, remember?" he held his arms above his head for a moment as he licked and kissed at G'raha's neck, the redhead purring beneath him as he made his way down further. Not wanting to disrobe him yet, he pushes the top up to his neck, flowy fabrics bunching up as the keeper kissed and sucked at his chest, G'raha beginning to squirm in pleasure as Rahi'a's tongue danced across his scars. He broke for a moment to slide back the billowy sleeves, kissing up his arms, and taking his fingers into his mouth, sucking them slowly and sensually as he opened his eyes to see G'raha looking back at him, his mouth open as he moaned and purred, sweat pooling from beneath his bangs. Rahi'a smiled at him as he worked his way up his other arm and sucked those digits as well.
"G-gods..."
"Does it please you, my lord?" Rahi'a says as he licks a stripe up G'raha's middle finger and then expertly sucks down on it, his eyes lidded and full of lust as he maintains eye contact.
"Y-yes... please don't stop..." he sighs shakily, his legs twitching together as he feels himself getting wet beneath the robes.
Rahi'a kisses his way down his stomach, licking around his navel and stopping to push up the long, black skirt, fully exposing his legs. He delicately makes his way down G'raha's legs, to his feet, his tongue tickling the soles as he makes good on his order.
He didn't miss the way G'raha was conveniently missing smallclothes beneath his robes and he definitely doesn't miss the way his cunt was leaking as he made his way back up to his thighs.
G'raha's breathing became more erratic and Rahi'a licked the inner sides of the seeker's soft thighs, turning him over for a moment to kiss around his back.
Desperate, knowing Rahi'a was probably saving it for last, G'raha whines as the keeper finally licks one, slow stripe between his pussy lips, and sits back up as G'raha lays there, panting.
"G-get back down there." he rasps out.
"I only did as you asked. Every inch. Done." Rahi'a says, pleased with himself.
Horny and aggravated, G'raha breaks. He leans forward, grabbing a fistful of Rahi'a's dark blue hair and yanks him down towards his cunt, all but shoving the man's face into his lips.
"Eat. Until I cum."
Rahi'a raises his eyebrows, incredibly amused and definitely aroused by G'raha demanding that of him without a single stutter.
"As you wish." he says slyly, and begins lapping at G'raha's soaking cunt.
"Ah... gods... gods you're so good ..." he sighs, bucking up slightly at the immense pleasure. He keeps his hands in Rahi'a's hair, playing with his ears a bit as the keeper continues to eat him out.
The sounds are obscene as Rahi'a swirls his tongue at G'raha's clit, lapping up his wetness as it drips out of him, speeding up his tongue movements as G'raha starts to jerk and hump his face. They're both purring deeply and Rahi'a's low vibrations into G'raha's pussy push him closer to the edge. The dark-haired miqo'te is all but fucking him with his tongue now and G'raha's moans and whines become louder and louder.
"Yes... yes gods please don't stop please please please Rahi'a I'm going to - nnnghggghh..."
Rahi'a opens his eyes to look up at G'raha, a sharp expression like a predator enjoying its prey, keeping his rhythm as G'raha looks back at him and cums instantly, crying out his name.
Rahi'a smiles to himself, satisfied as he tries to clean up some of it with his tongue, as G'raha loosens his grip in the keeper's now-messy hair.
They catch their breath for a moment, Rahi'a still in the uniform top and cape, looking down at G'raha, completely disheveled in his robes which were pushed up every which way. His cock throbbed at the sight, G'raha's flushed, sweaty, fucked out face, one arm thrown over it in exhaustion and bliss.
He really wanted to fuck him now.
But he needed to hear G'raha say it. If he was lucky... beg for it. Time to play his part again.
He flopped down next to him, leaning his head on one hand as he watched G'raha's chest rise and fall, until the seeker finally turned to look at him.
"Fuck..." G'raha swore.
"What is it, my lord?" Rahi'a asked nonchalantly.
"I need you inside me."
"Is that your command?"
"No."
Rahi'a blinked, curious, his tail tapping the bed gently.
G'raha sits up slowly, still keeping his robes on (if you could even count them as on at this point), Rahi'a sits up to join him.
"I..." G'raha starts, looking embarrassed again, clearly preparing to reveal something he'd never expected to tonight.
"Well first -" he begins, prodding at his messy hair, "help me loosen my braid, will you? Um... as... l-lovingly as you can..."
Rahi'a knows exactly what to do, fingers gently brushing through G'raha's red locks as he untangles them and frees them from the braid. The strands of hair fall delicately to his shoulders, and the way he turns away demurely, tucking some of it back, Rahi'a gasps softly.
"You're beautiful." he says, before he can stop himself.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks, temporarily forgetting the knight he was playing.
" Please ."
He kisses him slowly, tipping his chin towards him as he captures and recaptures G'raha's soft lips over and over, his hands then running through his silky, but slightly sweaty red hair. He caresses his ears as he continues to kiss the former exarch gently, sweetly, and G'raha feels his heart flutter. Rahi'a is kissing him like he's in love. He can only hope.
They pull apart, and G'raha smiles at him shyly, pink tinging his cheeks again.
Rahi'a feels two conflicting feelings.
One. He wants to hold the man close and treat him like a princess.
Two. He wants to destroy him. Sexually.
"So." says Rahi'a, touching G'raha's cheek. "Your command, my lord."
G'raha blinks as if awakening from a dream.
"Oh, yes. Right." his brow furrows, and then his face goes red again, remembering his fantasies.
"I want you to fuck me."
"And?" Rahi'a knew there had to be more than that. The specifics he was holding back.
"When you fuck me, I want you to be rough. I want... I want you to mark me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I'll have t-trouble walking tomorrow. I want you t-to claim me. B-be... possessive of me. Be… mean. Fuck me as if you're making sure no one else will ever touch me. That I belong to you . And... tell me as such... make me beg, make me cry out your name. And... lastly... use my name. No more 'my lord'... in this scenario... we are two individuals who have cast our roles aside for each other."
His weak smile after his last sentence is a bit melancholy. As if he admitted some sort of truth.
"Okay." Rahi'a confirms, removing his pants quickly before climbing back on the bed.
It looks like his second feeling won out. He shoves G'raha down, flat on his back, and immediately shoves his tongue down his throat.
"Mmph!" G'raha cries out.
Rahi'a is all teeth and tongue now, licking and biting at G'raha's lips, bruising them as he hungrily devours his mouth. His tail lashes around behind him dangerously as he pulls at G'raha's lower lip before breaking the kiss. He glowers down at him, his expression dark, and he relishes in how good it feels right now, an emotion growing in the pit his stomach as G'raha whimpers.
He swoops down to claim G'raha's neck, pulling his hair aside as he bites down. G'raha cries out.
He bites and sucks around the expanse of the redhead's neck, yanking his head back by his hair to get better access.
He kisses G'raha roughly one more time before flipping him onto his stomach and shoving two fingers into his still-leaking cunt.
"O-oh... gods... Rahi'a..." he moaned, arching his back as his red tail swished into the air. Rahi'a curled his fingers, wiggling them around inside him.
"Mmm... gods I hope you don't get wet like this for anyone else... who do you belong to?" he asks, beginning to fuck him with his fingers.
"You... only you..." he gasps out.
"That's right... the Crystal Exarch belongs to me ." he fucks him faster, getting him close to orgasm.
"Please... please please I'm so close, Rahi'a..."
Rahi'a removes his fingers right then and G'raha whines.
"I need you to be a good boy first and suck my cock." he pushes G'raha off the bed (strategically), and positions him on his knees as he spreads his legs before the seeker.
"Suck."
G'raha leans forward, taking Rahi'a's length into his mouth. Rahi'a grips his hair as he begins to fuck G'raha's mouth, watching his red eyes get teary from the force, lips still bruised from the harsh kissing earlier.
"Imagine if our people saw you like this... choking on my cock... their precious Exarch reduced to a mewling mess because he's in love with his knight." he thrusts into him faster and G'raha's eyes almost roll back at Rahi'a's words, his pussy dripping again with arousal.
Before getting too close to coming, he pulls out with a pop and G'raha coughs. Rahi'a grabs him by a handful of hair to look up at him.
"You're beautiful like this... messy and bruised because of me. Because you want me." Rahi'a licks his lips and pulls G'raha up into his lap to kiss him and suck at his neck again. G'raha moans as Rahi'a gropes his ass, feeling his cock rub against the lips of his pussy.
He wants it now .
"R-Rahi'a, please. I need you inside me... need to... feel you... I want you so bad I've never wanted anyone more than I want you, please please please fuck me ."
Rahi'a grabs him and lays him on his stomach, lifting his midsection so he can position his cock. He pulls at his tail and G'raha arches his back as far as he can go, knees spread apart as Rahi'a plunges into his cunt.
"Mmm... fuck that's good."
He fucks him hard, G'raha mewling and moaning and purring, losing complete control of himself as Rahi'a pounds his hole.
It feels incredible and Rahi'a feels himself get close, but something's missing.
He needs to see G'raha's face.
Pulling out to reposition them one last time, he slams G'raha down into his lap, fucking up into him as the seeker bounces on his cock, looking almost delirious from pleasure.
"Rahi'a... Rahi'a..." he moans, drool escaping his mouth.
Rahi'a kisses him as he fucks him harder, his hands around his ass again, as G'raha's hands tangle into his dark blue and purple hair, lazily licking into his mouth as he continued being pounded.
'Y'close?" Rahi'a forces out between kisses.
"Mmmyeaaaa yes, yes I'm so close please don't stop, Rahi'a."
Rahi'a hadn't forgotten the last request.
"Hurry and come for me," he says, thrusting up faster.
"Come for me, Raha ."
G'raha wasn't expecting that.
"H... hah.... you... mmggh..." he can't even find the words.
"You're mine , Raha." he growls, thrusting up hard and claiming his lips. G'raha screams as he breaks the kiss, coming hard and almost passing out.
Releasing his possessive side and watching G'raha come undone was enough to push Rahi'a over the edge himself, he grunts, his orgasm hitting him hard as he feels himself collapse into G'raha.
"Mmgh.. Raha... fuck..."
He gently pulls out and the two lay in each others arms for a moment, the remnants of their garments sweaty and messy and covered in cum.
They could worry about that later.
Stripping each other down further and cleaning each other up, G'raha looks at Rahi'a, bright-eyed and curious.
"What made you decide to call me that instead?" he asked.
"Bigger impact. Bigger orgasm." Rahi'a shrugged.
G'raha shoved him playfully, pouting.
"So nothing all that special about it." he drew circles into Rahi'a's bare chest.
"It is special. I liked finally saying it. Do you want me to start calling you that instead? Like I do with Shtola?" he pokes his nose.
"Y-yes... I'd like that very much."
"Okay, Raha ."
G'raha's ears wiggled happily as he snuggled closer to Rahi'a.
"Say it again."
"Raha. Raha... Raha."
G'raha kisses him.
"Rahi'a. Do you love me?"
Rahi'a exhales, then kisses him back.
"I don't know if it's quite the same way that you love me... yet... but."
He kisses him again.
"There's something there, Raha."