Grayson walked through the empty halls of Eisuke’s kingdom. ‘So much space, wasted on one person. Though perhaps not all bad though, plenty of privacy.’ The young male had just returned from a hunt. He and his group of four others had tracked an infected individual. Corning and parting him from his head had proved simple enough but Grayson had two bruised ribs to show for it. “Figured Id find you here,” Grayson smirked, loving humor in his amber eyes. Eisuke was in the study, his elegant teal and canary yellow hair hanging in front of his face. Moaning his steps fell silently as he laced his arms over the older male’s shoulders. “ I would say it’s sweet. You waiting for me to tie your hair back for you. But I know you well enough. You’re just too lazy to do it yourself.” Clicking his tongue with playful shame, he ran tender fingers through Eisuke’s hair, pulling the long strands back into a loosely tied ponytail. “Better, babe?” He kissed Eisuke’s cheek longingly. “Wanna tell me what you’re drawing babe? Must be very important. You’re giving it more attention than you’re giving me.” Grayson snarled. The young xioi was overly possessive and easily infected with jealousy.
“Don’t act so petty, Grayson. These are design plans for the weapon that will defeat Shiinobe. How about instead of pouting, you lend me your thoughts?”
“Petty! Pouting! So hurtful, whose finger is up your ass besides mine? Grayson snarled, biting back against his mate’s playful jabs.
“Hold your tongue! We do not speak about that night. I should have never allowed you to win that beat.”
“Allowed?!” Grayson scoffed as he weaseled his way onto the older xioi’s lap. “You already know what I think. Why do you ask?” Grayson grinned, “Compared to you, everything pales.” His breath was hot against Eisuke’s ear, catching the tip of Eisuke’s ear playfully between his teeth.
“Grayson.”
“But it’s already so late. Come to bed babe. I’ll make it worth your while.”