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Clavis hums, his smile curling up at the sides. He’s feeling very self indulgent, head tilting to the left to allow the nibbling teeth and tugging lips access to his entire ear. He laughs, high, clear, like bells when Ginti nuzzles just behind it, snuffling at it like a playful puppy.
"Stop that," He says, twisting in the red head's arms.
The red head's always so hot, skin burning against Clavis' cold, pale form. As though he'd been sun baking and he'd brought some of the sun inside with him. Clavis can feel how steady Ginti's breathing is, as his bare, broad chest presses against his back. But he isn't still for long. It makes Clavis' eyes crinkle at the sides feeling how Ginti's thick fingers twitch against the skin just under his nipple, just stroking. Almost as though he were admiring him with his touch, rather than his eyes like Clavis was.
A moment later that scowling mouth opens to press teeth to his hair line.
"Help me clean the bar today?" He rumbles against the slender column, making Clavis shudder.
"And what do I get if I do?"
Green hair slides alongside bed-mussed red when their cheeks press together. Clavis, for the umpteenth time, finds himself wondering over how pure Ginti is, as the red head presses his lips to the very place his hot cheek had been. It's a chaste kiss. Simple. They're his favourite.
"I'll make you dinner."
Teeth find his lobe once again, lips enclosing on the white bud pinned there.
"Green curry?"
"If you want."
Ginti's always had a thing for his piercings.
He remembers when they first met, when Ginti had felt his arbiter uniform was some alien armour he'd yet to learn how to move around in. Clavis remembers how Ginti's sharp, gold eyes had lingered at his ear, had strayed to stare at his nose, snapped away by the smarmy grin Clavis had tugged his lips into. He'd caught him, and Ginti had flushed so beautifully.
It's been a long time since then. Decades, though the passage of time doesn't sit with Clavis like it does with humans. He remembers their beginnings as though it were last week. Ginti treats him as if he had.
His piercings have become something of a relaxing way for them both to spend their mornings together. It's a treat, being able to lay about for a few hours in each other's company. Talking, dozing or generally laying all over each other. It doesn't happen all the time, after all, sometimes their positions don't allow for it, and Clavis won't begrudge his favourite arbiter's finding a comfortable position to relax in. But when it does, Clavis enjoys Ginti's attention immensely. It doesn't matter if Ginti's using teeth, tongue his fingers or his nose. Clavis fondly recalls the few times Ginti's flicked at it using his toes, when it was too hot to snuggle and he'd laid himself down at the end of the bed. The blessings of their air con's failings.
"Okay." He says simply, squirming when Ginti tugs at each of of his piercings. He snags them between his lips, one at a time, the action's sensuality made so with much practice.
Ginti hums, nuzzling into him once again.
"Ginti," Clavis eventually says, half dozing, "why don't you play with my nose piercing?"
Ginti's hand tugs at Clavis' hair. He turns his head so he can glare down at him. His frown's digging so deep into his face Clavis wonders if his chin will fall off.
"It gets lonely all by itself, you know."
"I'm not licking your nose, Clav."
"Not even to stem its jealousy?"
Ginti snags his nose between thumb and finger, tugging at it painfully, though Clavis can't help but laugh through the yelps. His hands come up to grasp at Ginti's wrist, tugging useless on it; he's no where near as physically strong as the red head is, and besides. He's not holding that hard.
"You're not blowing your nose in my mouth, you little bastard."