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[burningpaths-ffxiv]

FFXIV WRITE 2022 // Prompt #29 Fuse

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Trigger Warning - This prompt includes depictions of very suggestive & sexual themes.

The touch along his skin was gentle, making the area under the pads of rough fingers twitch. They had been gentle for an uncomfortable amount of time that he had been stamping down for too long. The rising tension pulled the corners of his mouth down and his chin finally dragged across the sheet where it had been resting. Turning his head, one blonde ear rose up from his head and mismatched sunset colors glared over his bared shoulder at the culprit behind him.

“Stop that.” The mutter was bitter, hips shying away from the gently massaging touch.

“Oh? Wassat now?” The curious counter question of his bed companion, blue-eyed gaze tilting from around the sun-warmed curve of his hip. The petting palms slid over bare thighs, tongue tracing the curve where his thigh met his backside. “You’s were moanin’ real nice jus’ a few moments ago. Jus’ go on an’ get back into it, dovey. I’ll distract ya ‘gain. Jus’ catchin’ my breath.”

“Your mouth is fine,” His tanned legs squirmed, knees shifting restlessly against the roughly-spun bedspread. Both sets of toes curled tightly and then uncurled with a small hiss. “It… It is your hands that are the problem.”

“Eh? M’hands? Thought you’s liked what they’s were doin’ t’ya?” The coy response replied, teeth grazing the back of his thigh.

“Wha- hhhh- Já, þar-” Shear’s skin prickled at the feeling of chin hair and teeth, drawing a breath in elated anticipation…

But instead a kiss was pressed to his asscheek instead. “Wassat just now~?”

On second thought, maybe his mouth was a problem. Grunting his annoyance, Shear jerked himself out of the hold and slung his leg up and over the man’s head. Rolling to his back, the viera propped himself up on his elbows with a frown. The ball of one foot raised and pressed firmly to the elezen’s bare chest, shoving at it while the man barked with laughter.

“Thought I was clear-” Both of the elezen’s hands raised to cup his calf, raising his leg. Shear’s voice cut off, blinking as his foot was raised. Did the elezen change his mind- no. He was pressing a kiss to the bottom of his foot.

Recoiling with a quiet snarl, Shear jerked his leg out of the loose hold.

The tanned elezen gave another laugh. “A’ight a’ight! I’s heard ya. Was jus’ a mistake princess~. I’s forgot, no kissin’, right? Ain’t m’fault you’s got a cute ass... An’ leg. Can I’s put m’face back in th’ former or are ya gonna keep poutin’?” The elezen’s mouth grew into a taunting grin and Shear’s nose twitched with his rising irritation. Lip curling, both ears flattened as his gaze narrowed and he shook his head.

“Nei, think we are done.” Shear scooted away and off the edge of the bed while the elezen hurried forward to scoop an arm around him.

“Oi oi. Don’ be goin’ jus’ yet, dovey. I’s meant it, I’s sorry for breakin’ ya silly rule. S’jus’ a idle habit, ey? C’mon back-” Cajoling him, the elezen’s tanned arms were warm and firm as they hugged him to get him to stay. An apologetic sharp nip to the curve of his shoulder nearly convinced him. But that prickling in his chest was heavy with tension and anger.

He pressed his palm to the face along his shoulder and he gave it not an unkind shove away from him.

Only nearly.

“Nei, I am going. It is not silly to me. Was simple request. You have broken request, so you do not get to finish.” He pulled himself out of the hold as it loosened. The elezen gave an annoyed sigh, blue eyes rolling as he settled back onto the bed.

“Well what th’ fuck’m I supposed t’do with this full mast you’s leavin’ me with, then~?” The elezen tried a tease that fell as flat as Shear’s ears were angled. The viera ducked to retrieve his pants, shoving both legs in before pulling them sharply up around his hip.

“Do not care. Jerk off or find someone else; you are smart enough I think to figure out what to do with it. The room is paid for night.” Shear pulled his previously hastily discarded shirt over his head before grabbing one boot and tugging it on.

The other boot followed quickly while the elezen gave another exasperated sigh from the bed, raking his hands through his dark hair. “You’s really fuckin’ leavin’ over some stupid kiss on ya ass?”

Shear’s brows knit while he snatched his jacket from the chair he’d slung it over. His bag was tucked in the seat of the chair and he grabbed the strap, pulling it over his head. “Told you it started with your hands. Said no gentle. Were gentle with hands. Said no to kissing. Was kissed twice. Said no to soft. Both things, and massaging, are soft.”

“I’s heard ya, I’s was jus’ bein’ coy, y’know? You’s a real fuckin’ buzzkill with the most infuriatin’ly short fuse I’s ever met. I’s can’t believe ya-”

“Then listen next time. You have big ears. What are they for, if not for listening?” Shear dug into the bag a moment, slinging the smaller coin purse from inside a pocket of it at the bed. It hit the elezen’s chest first before sliding off to the pillowtop with a quiet flump and a clink of the coins inside.

“Oi.” The elezen looked down at the coinpurse, stunned. “Wassis, then? I’s ain’t you’s fuckin’ whore-”

“Bless.” Shear bid him goodbye, yanking open the heavy wooden door of the inn room. Stepping through it and slamming it shut behind him, the bang cut off the indignant yelling of the elezen still on the bed. The man gave an annoyed extended yell after him from inside that was barely audible as the viera stomped down the hall.

Why did talented mouths always have to start kissing him?

Visibly irritable and annoyed, Shear entered the inn's main room and moved through the sparsely populated room quickly. The innkeeper behind the bar seemed surprised to see him exiting, opening her mouth as though to call after him. He shot her a silencing look that she seemed unconcerned to receive but took the hint, her mouth shutting on whatever she’d been about to call.

Leaving the warmth of the inn into the frigid air encouraged him to pull his jacket on properly. He set off across the courtyard towards the road, bare fingers pulling his gloves out from the front pouch of his bag and tugging them on while he griped under his breath in his mother-tongue, “Stupid… Annoying… So aggravating…”

Nothing stoked his ire quite so quickly than fondness. When those he accepted into his bed got handsy and doting and gentle.

He ignored the aching tugging in his chest that wanted to return to that inn room. To disappear the grief and loneliness into those strong arms.

The elezen’s lips had been soft. A bit chapped from the cold, perhaps, but-

He shook his head to clear the thought away, clenching his fists as he walked and gathered aether to pull himself away to the city aetheryte nearby. He sniffed a lungful of cold air into his lungs before he left, rubbing his freezing nose with the back of one of those fists as the tug of aether flowed around him.

He had so few rules to keep people at arm’s length…

Why did they always insist on breaking them?