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Sajahka listened with curious interest—he wouldn’t have guessed, but then it likely stood to reason that Leukos would know more about it than he, and Nyko for that matter. He’d never spent much time in kitchens and certainly not of any variety that baked or otherwise prepared enough that he’d become familiar with recipes or even spices. Add to that the fact that he couldn’t properly appreciate such details himself, and usually they slipped past him as a result.

But it was curiously pleasing that Leukos was familiar enough to appreciate more details in it than he could. It seemed to make his efforts in attaining them all the more worth it.

Even if Leukos was brushing way his touch.

He huffed in soft offense, but didn’t protest more than that when Leukos pushed more food into his palm. He was still hungry. He just-

Leukos blew in his face, and under the heated puff of sweet air, Sajah’s cheeks warmed, and he scoffed. «Tease…» The corner of his lip, though, edged up into a half amused smile as Leukos poised himself before issuing his decree. In response, Sajahka hummed and reached, picking up the nearest thing — fruit filled — and prodding its center with a curious finger. Digging out a dollop of fruit, he popped it in his mouth, and dropped his shoulders back against the head of the bed.

«Anything for you, Butterfly.»

Because he had been ‘ordered’ to, because the food was there, and because he did have an appetite, Sajah ate as Leukos did, perhaps not appreciating the finer details of the flavors themselves, but pleased by other factors. The food was crisp, warm, aromatic with a range of not unpleasant textures. The morning was bright, sun spilling warm yellow now onto the sheets, there was a bed beneath him—and the company was good.

So, he relaxed his posture, made himself comfortable in the space and took his time, attention mostly on Leukos, though he let his eyes wander, too. The room managed to look very different, cast in the full glow of morning and filled with the scent of fresh food, than it had under the original circumstances he’d come to it under.

When Leukos seemed satisfied and shifted, Sajah’s eyes trailed there again, following the movement of the other man’s body as he adjusted to his side. Sajahka’s eyebrows rose a notch, the corner of his mouth edging up as he finished the last bite of his own final confection and then gave the man his full attention.

«You were the one giving orders, Butterfly, so I suppose I couldn’t say. Am I allowed to kiss you yet?»

Yes, you may, was all the answer the answer Sajahka had thought he needed. He paused, however, at the trace of fingers to follow, and listened with curious intent as the man went on. By the time Leukos rolled his shoulders, settling his position with confidence, Sajah felt a pull and amused upward twitch of his lips just at the way the man carried himself.

But, it was a statement that probably deserved a serious answer, and so he took time to consider it in full, studying the man as he did. He liked Leukos. He was attractive, intelligent, engaging, and their time together had been—exciting, and very informative. But did he want ‘more?’

He met Leukos’ stare, and shook his head.

«You are very beautiful, and I enjoy your company. But I am in love with someone else. You do not have to worry about me pining at your ankles…I just really like f—king you.» He tipped his head, flashing a bit of a grin. «And eating with you, and talking to you while it is convenient for both of us. But when it isn’t…» He shrugged. «You will make a beautiful memory.»

His gaze dropped to Leukos’ lips. And, because he had already asked and received answer and didn’t have a problem with anything such that he felt bidden out, he reached, tracing Leu’s jaw, curling fingers lightly at the man’s nape, and then pulling him into a full but lingering kiss.

Leukos was not Nyko and never would be, but he didn’t want to be or need to be. ‘Not more’ was precisely the balance Sajah thought fit him best at present, so surely it didn’t hurt if it was all to mutual benefit.

Sajah watched Leukos relax, and was pleased his answer had been taken for its full intent. Really, it worked out for both of them. He wasn’t sure what Leukos’ issue with attachment was, but it likely wouldn’t have worked especially well if he expected anything more permanent. Not that he dreamed Leukos would, there didn’t seem to be any reason.

He wasn’t exactly kidding himself, after all.

On top of being beautiful and intelligent, Leukos was talented, well put together, civil, charming even in his own way—basically perfect in a technical sense, aside from not being the man Sajah had already given his heart to. And Sajah was — well — himself. On a good day, he was fairly pleased with his personal state of affairs, but that didn’t mean he kidded himself into thinking he was especially appealing to the general public.

Short, mute, largely uneducated, unskilled at any practical craft aside from combat and thievery, and absolutely broke. Not to mention hardly presentable in the way Leukos was even if he were scrubbed and cleaned and stuffed into something that attempted to pass him off as proper. He just wasn’t. And he didn’t pretend to be.

And he didn’t expect Leukos to want that for long.

But the amount of interest the man had shown was as flattering as it was surprising, and Sajah was more than willing to bask in it for as long as Leukos decided to offer it. «What would you like to learn how to say?» His breath left softly as he adjusted his hips up, savoring the weight of Leu’s presence, though—there really was far too much cloth between. «‘F—k me, S-A-J-A-H-K-A, your c—k is just too far away from my beautiful, perfect a**…’»

As Leukos squinted, Sajah felt a chuckle bubble up, watching with soft amusement as his fingers moved, attempting to mimic. Though Leukos looked frustrated, he had gotten impressively close, for someone apparently attempting to learn from seeing for the first time, and Saj found himself again passively impressed. And pleased, just to see Leu’s fingers move. Then, Leukos was going for something else entirely, and Sajah grunted, feeling an interested flush crawl back up his neck. His body really was almost pitifully easy under Leukos’ fingers.

«‘C—k,’» he signed, «is the thing between our legs. ‘a**’ is…» He reached, giving an appreciative grip to Leukos’ and leaning to touch a kiss to his chest, «this beautiful, perfect thing you carry around behind you and sit on…I want to ‘f—k’ it.» He knew, aside from their first night together wherein Leukos had still managed to take the lead with it despite allowing him, that the man had a particular aversion — despite evidently enjoying it — to being taken. But it never hurt to mention.

It was a marvelous asset, after all, and surely worthy of compliment, even if they would inevitably find other ways to entertain themselves in the minutes or hours to come.

«‘F—k’ is what we will do once we take these ridiculous clothes off…»