Lap occupied by them, Narciso was grinning ear to ear. Hand hovering until told he was allowed to touch, and it was all over. The night was young, barely even turned seven, but he had Nezumi all to himself. Fingers now happily in their hair, brushing over scalp and roots, to massage his beloved headache aside. Though he got them to eat and drink well here, it didn't mean it would magically fix their aches, so Narciso did his best to help.
Coaxing relaxation upon his Hunter, caressing the noise and stress away so that he can indulge in witnessing their being rest upon his thighs. How he wished to take a picture, or even get a painting done here and now to display in his times of affectionate need... but for now, he'll live at the moment. Smiling with delight as he continues to stroke the cat that wanted his attention all the same.
The suit was made to Nezumi's size, to the exact shape and curve of his body. It was made to fit with such precision and with so little fittings on Nezumi's end that Nezumi wondered just how well did Narciso remember his body. Was Nezumi so well imprinted in Narciso's mind that the vampire could give Nezumi's measurements to a talented tailor and provide Nezumi with a luxurious bespoke suit to wear while posing on the vampire's lap like a human-shaped pet?
Not that Nezumi would have been bothered by the title; he was indifferent to what other people thought of him. He was indifferent to what he thought of himself, his mind was a pleasant blank, free of worries and free or burdens. He was no longer weighed by his own rigid set of morals that he flagellated himself into following out of fear that should he ever ease on self-discipline, the rest of him would fall apart like a house of cards.
None of that was relevant. Nezumi's existence had shrunk to what he could do for Narciso and what Narciso could do for him. His worries were as small and childish as to whom was sitting on whose lap.
"Wait." Nezumi stilled Narciso's hands. He kissed each palm reverently and smiled, then slid off of the vampire's lap and swapped their positions, so that it was the vampire's weight on Nezumi's thighs. He was like a spoiled child, he thought, arranging their bodies and getting what he wanted for himself like it mattered. Except it did. To Nezumi. It did. And as soon as Narciso settled on his lap, he visibly relaxed.
"This is better," Nezumi nodded and leaned forward to brush his lips over Narciso's jaw. "The suit fits perfectly. But it will feel even better when you're peeling it off of me later."
Such indulgence. When was the last time Nezumi allowed himself decadence; he ought to be ashamed. But he couldn't. All he felt was tranquillity and the little sparks of joy he didn't think were in him, but which Narciso brought back to life.
