Is it actually shame if they enjoyed it? Noita watched as Amara worked on his tie. Sure, Amara was always a treat for the eyes. But could this be considered a feast? Perhaps there was some credence to the appeal of dressing up.
There was something about the fit and coloring that added to Amara’s figure. A bit of mystique if you will as to what hid underneath…even if they knew. How his vest accentuated his chest yet concealed that mark that they knew would have him writhe under. Oh how they wanted to untuck that tie and pull him around and close to them. How it hid away the buttons that kept it all contained.
They watched as his braid swayed while he made adjustments. It made an orderly and yet melding display of the lovely hair that stood out to them the first time they met. Yet they thought of how unkempt that braid would become from tugging and hands that longed to tangle in them. Yes, the appeal really was this package all brought together…and just how they could get it all off.
As they pondered the hows in their head, Amara looked up in the mirror. His gaze met the reflected one of them staring back. Amusement plain on their features as they remarked, “I do so hope that the grounds have space for all sorts of revelries. Because I would find it such a shame to not be able to indulge in you amongst such festivities, my love.”
@thewolfisawake || Thirst traps
A fae party! When Noita had first mentioned the invitation to him, Amara could barely contain his excitement. He had encountered a fae here and there throughout this lifetime, but it was one thing to meet one of the fae folk by chance, and another thing entirely to receive an invitation from their king to their land. Had he not been assured in his songbird’s patience for him, he might have worried that he was getting on his partner’s last nerves with every question he threw their way ever since about anything their knew of Seelie from their work with the Bastion.
Noita may not have been as excited for the event as he was, but still the man couldn’t help the spark of excitement in him as he put the finishing touches on his outfit. It wasn’t often that he had to wear formal clothes, or....at all, ever. The fit of the suit was admittedly unfamiliar, but the moment that Amara had laid his eyes on Noita, he knew he would wear an uncomfortable suit a million times over if it allowed him the chance to soak in the sight of his beloved dressed in so much finery.
He actually...had to keep from looking at Noita too much, otherwise he’d want to either launch into another barrage of gushing compliments, or figure out the best way to remove only the necessary pieces in whatever way was the quickest path to having his songbird laid out beautifully beneath him.
Neither would help them get to the designated meeting spot on time. And the latter would definitely ruffle Noita’s carefully-put together outfit, which was just as out of the question.
So Amara resolved to stay as focused as he could, and maybe while focusing a little too much on hoping that his tie was straight, he caught sight of the other’s red-lined and steady gaze in the mirror. And the look....his hand nearly tightened the tie in a way that almost choked him, which would have been a little embarrassing.
He definitely accidentally choked himself a little with what they next said. Amara cleared his throat (while loosening his tie from its chokehold in a way he hoped they didn’t notice (they probably definitely did)) and fought the touch of warmth that threatened to enter his cheeks as he smiled at Noita through the mirror.
“You’re supposed to be there on business, aren’t you? Besides, you look so gorgeous in that outfit, I’d hate to mess any of it up.”
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