a presence at Beel's back, solid and familiar. hands slide around the lines of his hips to bring arms around his waist, and soon after lips finds his shoulder, kissing a trail along the path leading up to his neck, hidden by the waves of his hair. he pulls back that curtain to find the curve of it, the skin he so wants his mouth to meet. there's the lightest graze of teeth with it, then it's smothered with softer, sweeter kisses as he pulls him in close.
solid, familiar. protecting. there is little in the way of comforts as of late, the two of them expelled from home and so far off the road that it feels like they’ll never make their way back -- through the heartache, through the sleepless, watchful nights, he had been there. and still they pressed on. they persisted int he face of adversity before they could rest, and when they did? they had moments like these. tender, gentle things that no one could steal from them.
his hands find his wrists, he holds him there as he smiles with those small kisses that get a rise from the base of his tail and out towards the rest of him, blocked from the wild thrashing he’s prone to by that pillar of holy might behind him.
“ hadriel ” he says, his voice unable to hide his smile behind the warning. he leans his head to the side, pushes back against him with a small thunk from the side of his head, all while his heart thunders and races in his chest. it always did. this long together, and you’d think you get used to it.
the affection is never rebuffed. his tail wraps around his leg protectively. he leans into his head and neck with his own, keeping his hands firmly in place around him. a fire, a lover, a hot meal. sometimes, this homeless thing wasn’t too bad.
“ if you’re patient ten more minutes, dinner will be done, you ain’t gotta bribe me ”
