all this love I've got to keep to myself

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

Something about the way the man's eyes landed on him made Mojito shiver, not from cold or fear but something he hadn't felt in a long time. Excitement? Something more primal? He honestly wasn't sure he wanted to dig too deep into it right this moment. The speckled man moved towards him, commenting on the fight that had occurred, a flash of red hot anger going through him but he pushed it down. Not right now. He'd trust in whatever it was Asla wanted to do, for now he just wanted to make sure Nao was okay! ”Of course.” He breathed, he hadn't really intended for it to be a fight, he'd been prepared sure but he'd been willing to do things harder than just get into a fight for the man, it felt obvious to him. He frowned when the why was asked, trying to find the words to explain that he didn't know 100% if he had a reason, wasn't sure if he did that it wouldn't be selfish. The clank of the weapon sliding off the man jolted him back to the present and words tumbled from him before he had a real chance to process them, but they were true, at least in his mind. ”Because you deserve better.”

Mojito was so keenly aware of how close they were, how easy it'd be to just reach out and- He had no more time to think about it, the speckled man was pushing himself into Mojito, first a moment of shocked rigidity, and then... Mojito practically melted, it was easy enough to lose himself in the other man's scent, to drink it all in and feel his body almost float away. He'd often wondered what it would be like to really and truly embrace the other man, had tried to recall the scent he carried with him but nothing could have prepared him for now. A foreleg was fished out from under him and Mojito simply let himself be moved, but he was engaged in the moment, he stepped into the man, letting himself be wrapped up by him. He'd always been a bit bigger than Asla, just enough that if he wanted he could wrap himself around her and hold her tight, but here and now he was the one who was small enough for that, and gods above did he want it. It was silly really, but somehow just being held, being pulled in by the other man made him feel... Safe? Close to the Armada lands that was a ridiculous notion but it was true.

A soft whine pulled from Nao and Mojito tipped his head back, extending his muzzle to gently brush at the other man's jaw. ”Tell me what you want.” His voice was a whisper only loud enough for the other man to hear. He wanted to fill whatever longing he could feel in the other man's posture, in his voice. In that moment Mojito knew he would be happy simply to hold him if that's what he wanted, to simply talk to him, to share even a moment with the man if that was what was needed, even if the part of him that had been pushed down since that night with Asla, the night of his daughter's conception was finally being allowed to rear it's head... Desire.

”Speech” ’Thought’

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all this love I've got to keep to myself

Mojito <3

Mojito