The blond flushed hard when his dominant lover began groping him in public. It was one thing for Sivan to kiss him or them to hold hands, another to have the exact nature of his relationship with Aurin shown off. Perhaps Torin was overestimating how much other people could glean from observation, considering that his own had been augmented for long enough and early enough that he sometimes had trouble remembering what it had been like without Semblance.
Feeling the reactions that his gift caused was all the appreciation he needed. More than he needed, considering that, even tucked into a little alcove designed for private conversation they were still very much in public and his body was answering as it inevitably did.
"...Aurin," He murmured, head ducking in close, not sure if he was whining because he liked it or whining because he didn't want to be shamed in front of these specific people.
The world folded and suddenly they were in the room Aurin had first... a lot of things really. Slept with Torin, made use of his body, taught him how to enjoy it. The setting heightened the smith's desire, as they both understood it would.
What followed was the sort of tryst they rarely shared anymore; a quick fumble of clothing being pushed aside more than removed, whatever slick was quickest to hand and then...
The young lord needed more than a minute to recover himself into a state that was presentable for public, and if he spent that time grabbing at Aurin and making needy little animal sounds despite already being filled with his love, well, no one was there to judge him except the man he begged to judge him.
The return was as quick as the disappearance and if anyone had noticed his absence they pretended not to. There was more dancing, more eating, much more drinking and, sometime around midnight when everyone was drunk and absolutely shouldn't have, someone challenged Aurin to a knife throwing contest on the green outside. They probably only wanted to see him show off his new year's gift, and there had been no wager involved, still, it had managed to almost sober Torin and several of the wives and mothers.
No one had been hurt, and, in the end, everything stumbled home in the moonlight or else upstairs to sleep away the revels and dream of the coming of Glade.
Feeling the reactions that his gift caused was all the appreciation he needed. More than he needed, considering that, even tucked into a little alcove designed for private conversation they were still very much in public and his body was answering as it inevitably did.
"...Aurin," He murmured, head ducking in close, not sure if he was whining because he liked it or whining because he didn't want to be shamed in front of these specific people.
The world folded and suddenly they were in the room Aurin had first... a lot of things really. Slept with Torin, made use of his body, taught him how to enjoy it. The setting heightened the smith's desire, as they both understood it would.
What followed was the sort of tryst they rarely shared anymore; a quick fumble of clothing being pushed aside more than removed, whatever slick was quickest to hand and then...
The young lord needed more than a minute to recover himself into a state that was presentable for public, and if he spent that time grabbing at Aurin and making needy little animal sounds despite already being filled with his love, well, no one was there to judge him except the man he begged to judge him.
The return was as quick as the disappearance and if anyone had noticed his absence they pretended not to. There was more dancing, more eating, much more drinking and, sometime around midnight when everyone was drunk and absolutely shouldn't have, someone challenged Aurin to a knife throwing contest on the green outside. They probably only wanted to see him show off his new year's gift, and there had been no wager involved, still, it had managed to almost sober Torin and several of the wives and mothers.
No one had been hurt, and, in the end, everything stumbled home in the moonlight or else upstairs to sleep away the revels and dream of the coming of Glade.
