He kneaded the folds of her ear between his teeth gently, every now and then applying a bit more pressure to remind her of whom it was standing beside her. He released her auditory vessel, however, as she voiced her own exclamation about the event that had just taken place. A chuckle fell from parted jaws as he panted, relishing in her touch even more now. Her muzzle excavated into the curve of his neck, and he felt her hot breath on his flesh and the tickle of her fur against his own. "I didn't know for sure either," he breathed, knowing no one else was around but still wanting to keep his voice hushed - for her ears only. She separated herself from him then, and he found his gaze desperately seeking her own. "But I know now," he responded firmly, with more depth to his voice than before. A sly grin slipped across his lips after a moment, "And I can't promise you I won't want it again... and again," he crooned. A chuckle brewed deep in his chest, "Isn't it better than me beating you in a spar?" Oh, he was pushing it now. The smug grin remained on his features as he clicked his teeth once, proud of his ability to tease her. "Kyarst talks," "Bryn talks,"

If there was anyone in the world she needed -- truly and deeply -- it was Kyarst. How she had survived without him, she didn't know, but now she felt with great finality that she could never leave him again. Lysis would never admit that she'd follow him to the end of the earth, but she knew very well she would if he asked her. Still she panted softly as he lathered her in affection, enjoying it quite thoroughly -- even whining, softly, in protest as he pulled away. Never in a thousand years would she have anticipated this, but now she found herself wondering why they had not done it sooner. If anything, it only solidified how deeply she cared for him and she knew he must feel the same way. He shifted quite easily into a more playful demeanor, and she rolled her eyes at his comment.  "And you know I'll withhold it from you sometimes, to make you want it more," she'd tease back easily.  "But I agree.. it's much better than that," she'd say between clenched teeth, not loving the thought of him beating her, but she knew fighting him would only make her more skilled in the long run.. no matter how many times he had to beat her first.

He wouldn't miss her eye roll, it had been expected - and perhaps even wanted. He wasn't sure why, but on some childish level he liked teasing her, liked flustering her and ruffling her feathers. "Only if you can resist all of this," he crooned. There was simply no way she could resist him forever. He breathed a sigh, realizing he was still panting softly. His tail flickered idly behind him, memories from only moments ago playing on the movie screen of his mind. "Lysis," he voiced, more timidly than usual. "Was that.." you're first time? He pondered how to ask such a question. "Were you.. with anyone.. when we were apart?" He knew he held no exact right to the information he was inquiring, but he didn't imagine that she'd hide something from him - he'd never known her to do that before. It was usually he who did the hiding, and already he knew it was very likely she'd turn the question that had just fallen out of his mouth right back on him. His verdant gaze drifted away as he allowed her time to process, time to answer - if she chose to. ""

A soft snort would sound at the thought of being unable to resist Kyarst. "Pretend the feeling isn't mutual all you want," she laughed at him, most of the feigned annoyance leaving her voice, Lysis could tease him right back, and it was likely she always would whenever he tried to provoke her. "I know better than to believe that." His next question came as a bit of a surprise to her. Had she been with anyone while they were apart? She'd pause for a moment, wondering what he expected her answer to be.. and partially wondering if she ought to answer truthfully at all. And yet she knew deep down it was impossible for her to lie to him. "Does it matter?" she'd ask, only slightly defensively, though she was honestly curious why he had asked at all. She'd pull away from him a bit, raising herself to all fours and stretching her tired limbs. Perhaps they could find somewhere to nap now.. "I haven't been with anyone else, no." She was fairly certain he had been, and in a rare moment she wouldn't even bother to ask. Instead she would cast her gaze away from him, searching the barren terrain for somewhere they might rest for awhile.

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"Oh i'd never dream of pretending I don't want you," he growled seductively, jaws clicking together audibly when he'd finished. Oh, this new facet of their relationship was fun. Moments passed as she seemed to be thinking about whether or not she wanted to answer his question. It made sense, it was a rather sensitive thing he'd asked her to divulge to him, and yet she'd never held back before - at least not that he knew of. Finally she quipped a slightly defensive 'does it matter?' and he found himself wondering if he'd offended her. It wasn't as if he had expected her to avoid all men she saw, he certainly hadn't said no to many women. Finally her real answer came, she hadn't been with anyone else. Which meant he was her first. Which usually meant something to most girls. Did it mean the same to her? "I see," he offered, clearly uncertain about how he was supposed to continue the line of questioning he'd been dumb enough to start. Oh damn his curiosity. ""

The dainty woman couldn't help but smile at the thought of Kyarst wanting her as much as she did him. Lysis couldn't help but wonder how this sudden change in their relationship might effect things, if at all. Would their affections be public, or merely a private thing? She couldn't help but let these thoughts make her mind sway to when they'd first joined Imperium and Kyarst had strolled by looking quite pleased with himself... and smelling very much like Mercy. Her nose wrinkled at the thought. He didn't cover much reaction to her statement, which she thought peculiar. Slowly she would began to move, beckoning him to join her as they searched for somewhere darker and cooler to rest. "How many women have you been with?" came her question suddenly, knowing in her heart it was a matter of how many rather than have you ever.

Panic. He felt panic. He'd asked her a question that put her in a very vulnerable position and now it would be incredibly simple and reasonable for her to turn the same question on him. He wasn't worried about whether or not he would tell her the truth - because he knew he couldn't lie to her now. It was more a fear of her reaction. She could be volatile at times, and he wasn't sure how well she would respond when he admitted how many women he'd been with. Surely she knew.. surely she could understand that she wasn't his first? The question came and he picked up his pace beside her, pausing for a moment before offering his answer. He tried to phrase it casually, as if the others hadn't been a big deal at all. In all reality, they hadn't - except for maybe Mercy. "Counting you?" he started, knowing that it didn't really matter either way whether he counted her or not. "You make five." He paused again, deciding a bit more information might help the situation. "Three while I was away." But did that even make a difference? His eyes shot to her facial features, trying desperately to read them. Would she hate him, for being with so many? Was that even a large number? He wasn't sure. It had never been about numbers to him, just.. desire. ""

It was a slightly uncomfortable conversation to have, though she figured the topic would come up eventually, even if today hadn't taken such an unexpected turn. It wasn't entirely pleasant to know he'd been with four other women -- and he off-handedly had said he'd been with another since joining Imperium -- but she couldn't change it now. Perhaps she might have never been able to change it, even if he hadn't gone away. Her nose wrinkled slightly. It had to be Mercy; she didn't know who else it might be. "Wow," she'd murmur, her tone largely unreadable. She wasn't exactly impressed, nor was she upset. There was a faint uncomfortable pit in her stomach though Lysis didn't know exactly why she felt so strange about it. He wasn't hers; he could do as he pleased, and yet the thought of sharing him was something that hadn't crossed her mind until now. "I'd ask who was the best, but I might not like the answer." Her voice held a faint trace of bitterness. She'd never been with anyone but him, so she had nothing to compare it to, and suddenly she found herself wishing she could. After a moment more of wandering she found a tree to rest under, and positioned herself beneath its shadow with a soft pant.

She'd never been so difficult to read before, and he found himself almost certain she was hurt by his answer. Why else would she be fighting so hard to keep her expression from him? He fidgeted at her side, uncomfortable with how this day had turned out. They had been so blissful only moments ago, and then he had ruined it. Her voice split the air again and his brow furrowed, distressed. "Lysis," he breathed, very nearly demanding her attention. "I could never care about anyone as much as I care about you." And there was no if, and, or but about it. He followed her to the tree she'd chosen to rest beneath and attempted to curl his midsection against the curve of her spine. He could care less that the proximity would likely make them both hotter, he only knew he wanted to continue touching her. His jaws parted as he allowed himself to pant for a moment before attempting to snatch her left ear between his pearly whites. He wasn't sure why, but gnawing on her ears was perhaps his favorite form of lavishing her with affection. "Kyarst talks," "Lysis talks,"

She had always loved Kyarst, since they were mere children, but suddenly she had realized that she loved him as much more than a brother and a friend. It was a difficult thing to process. Not because he was family - her father had never had qualms with having such relations within his own family, something that hadn't exactly been a secret to anyone that knew him well - but because she'd never felt this way before about anyone. She nearly flinched as he moved to lay at her back, though she relaxed into his touch, unable to help but be soothed by his familiar scent and voice. After a moment of thought, as she mused over his words, she'd crack a small smile. "Good," she'd say with finality, content ton hear his words, though she wouldn't admit that she'd felt a small bit of doubt creep into her heart when she realized he'd been with other women before. The playful, slightly cocky comment she'd made was her way to lighten the mood, knowing that neither of them wanted to sit and sulk.. or worse, get into a fight, which is what she felt would happen if she pressed the topic further. Instead, she would exhale and let her mind drift as she leaned into him, her head falling back. The smile would remain as she lapped at the side of his mouth. "I love you, Kyarst," she'd tell him gently. They could figure the rest of it out together, but she was positive of this one thing.