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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar poured another liquid into the cauldron to produce a tiny cloud of green. When Karys asked if Azar had eaten Ziosti, he breezily answered, “I’ve only sampled you,” Without taking his gaze off what he was doing. Every now and then he made little adjustments and scribbled something in ur-kittat on a small notebook with his left hand. However, Karys’ next question gave him pause, mainly because it was accompanied with a very affectionate term of endearment. Azar drew up to his full height, giving a smirk to the other man.

“So you call me that even outside of the throes of passion?” He teased, watching his lover turn an even brighter shade of red. Karys’ reaction to the note was curiously odd. The taller man was normally vocal, almost to a fault, and wore his emotions on his sleeve. And yet this time he held things close to chest, clearly carefully choosing his words. Azar didn’t miss any of this, eyeing him silently as he spoke.

When Karys asked for the name, Azar had to bite back from grinning, “A Zabrak by the name of Kuvo Dalon,” He said casually, “A rather large and unruly boy,” He mused.

Azar let his potion brew and simmer as he walked over towards Karys. He smiled up at the other man, reaching up to steal a kiss, “I can handle spicy just fine, babe,” He murmured quietly before he gave Karys a playful wink.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys smirked at Azar’s replies. Some of his anxiety burned away at his lovers reply. He nervously scratched at the back of his head.

<Yeah, uh, I guess I do.> He replied with a chuckle.

His usual confidence melting away into embarrassment. Karys leaned back against the countertop, his crimson skin taking on a deeper shade. He wasn’t quite sure how the pair of them had gotten here this quickly, but he wasn’t complaining. Karys felt relaxed around Azar, he felt secure which wasn’t something he expecting. In this moment, things felt right.

Then Azar told Karys, the other Acolyte’s name. He knew him. Dalon was everything Azar initially assumed he was in Zygerria. A dumb brute that waved his saber around and thought later. Karys thought back to which dorm room Dalon stayed in, he was pretty sure it was Z-24a.

It wasn’t on the way to the kitchen, but Karys was in the mood for a detour.

Then Karys was drawn from his memories by the soft padding of Azar’s feet on the floor. Karys smiled as the man approached him and reached up for a kiss. Karys acquiesced. He leaned down and gently kissed Azar, a small smirk appearing on his lips when they touched.

But when Azar finally replied after their kiss broke, that was what made Karys heart skip. It wasn’t an expected reaction, but being called babe by Azar made him feel warm on the inside. A small, warm, genuine smile appeared on his lips.

<Let me go gather what I can then.> He told Azar. <It won’t be authentic, but it’ll be close.> He explained.

Karys would then turn and begin making his to do list:

1. Beat snot out of Dalon.
2. Get groceries for Ziosti Magma Stew-ish(?)
3. Pummel Dalon again for good measure.

Karys would fold and pocket the list. With that done, Karys was ready to head out and complete his checklist.

<Alright babe, I’ll be right back.> He told Azar. Stealing one last kiss before heading out to get the groceries.

And break Dalon’s face.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

By the time Karys returned, Azar’s potion was done brewing. He was in the process of bottling it and putting in a cork when the other man walked in. Azar’s brows rose in surprise, his yellow gaze tracing over to where he saw faint traces of blood on him. The pureblood said nothing initially, observing him suspiciously. Karys looked entirely too giddy and pleased with himself as well.

Azar grabbed a cloth, walking over to gently clean away the blood that was clearly not his, “You really are all about that Passion line of the Drast Code,” He said with a sigh as he finished cleaning up Karys’ chest. He grimaced as he picked something off, “Is this a tooth?” He asked with disgust, scowling up at his lover. However, Karys would note that Azar casually dropped the tooth into a vial instead of tossing it.

He said nothing else on the topic, walking back with the potion he had created, “This is for you,” Azar said, “I’ve used up the last of my stock so this is all that’s there for a while. Drinking this will allow you to change your appearance. Use it for diplomacy, manipulation, or to make a quick getaway but use it sparingly. It can only last an hour with each dose and there’s enough for three,” He explained. He opened Karys’ palm and placed the bottle in it, closing his palm afterwards, “Do not waste it, Loth-kitten,” He said urgently.

His gestures were surprisingly affectionate as he spoke, his fingers working to set errant strands of Karys’ hair back into place. Azar was only vaguely aware of what he was doing, his focus already on the drama he may hear about around his students. All this over desserts? He would perhaps never understand it, but he made a mental note not to bring cake to the classroom.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys came back nearly half an hour later than he should have. He had streaks of Dalon’s blood on his shirt, arms, and a few dried droplets on his face. He hadn’t taken the time to wash up while he was raiding the academy kitchen, he was too focused. He’d gathered everthing he’d need in a cardboard box, it was in his arms when he got back.

There was a grin on his face when he walked back into Azar’s chambers. Teaching Dalon a lesson had felt good, really good. He wasn’t jealous that Dalon had checked out Azar, not at all. It was the fact Dalon had ignored Azar’s teachings, some his lover seemed to be passionate about. That was a crime worthy of what he’d given the other Acolyte.

As Karys sat the cardboard box on the table, Azar approached him from behind. Karys glanced over his shoulder, his eyes fell to the damp washcloth in his lover’s hand. A curious expression was birthed on Karys’ face. The expression was only intensified when Azar began to gently clean the blood from his hands, arms, and face.

His gaze and expression softened when he realized what Azar was doing. He was taking care of him.

A gentle smile crested Karys’ lips. Once Azar was done cleaning them, Karys gently ran the back of his fingers down Azar’s cheek. He’d lean in for a quick, gentle kiss.

<Thank you.> He whispered as Azar finished with a sigh.

Karys’ smile would spread at Azar’s next words. It was true, he was a being of passion! He followed his passions relentlessly and guarded what he was passionate over with fervor.

<It does bring strength.> Karys replied with a small laugh. Then Azar would find the tooth on him. Karys would pause to look it over. <Either that or a chunk of his horn.> He replied with a shrug, wasn’t his problem.

Then Azar would take one of Karys’ hands in his own. He would place a glass bottle in Karys’ hand and explain what the contents would do. Karys blinked in surprise, even as he closed his hand around the potion. As Azar explained what the potion did, he’d busy himself gently straightening and fixing Karys’ hair. It was a comforting and affectionate touch, that wasn’t what Karys was used to from other beings. But he relished in the sensation of it.

Karys was openly confused by this gift, he wasn’t sure what he had done to earn it. He was in the midst of summoning the courage to ask when Azar spoke again. He called him his pet name, and instructed him not to waste the potion. Then Karys understood in some small way. A gentle smile set on his face. Azar did this because he cared.

<I’d never waste anything you gave me Azar.> He reassured gently.

Karys would wrap Azar in his arms and pull him into an embrace. Unfortunately, the blood on his shirt half dried and still sticky. But Karys either didn’t care or had forgotten about it entirely. He just wanted to hold Azar close again for a moment.

After a few seconds, Karys would release his lover and turn to begin organizing his ingredients. As he laid out everything he’d explain to Azar how he would be using it and at what step. In addition, he explained which ingredients he had substituted and what he would typically be using. Karys knew the taste wouldn’t be what it should, it wouldn’t be perfect, but for him that was okay.

He was cooking for Azar and that was all that mattered.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

There was an odd sense of comfort in Karys cooking and explaining about his Ziosti dish. Azar engaged, but stepped away to sit at the base of that large, circular window. The storm was going full force outside, the rhythmic drumming of raindrops almost soothing. He had his journal open where he was writing his notes. Every now and then he wrote down something Karys mentioned about the dish. His yellow gaze calmly stared at his lover, noting how happily he worked with the ingredients. There was almost a naive level of positivity that exuded from Karys that Azar could never understand or emulate. It was infectious for others, and he certainly heard about it enough from other students.

Azar smiled to himself before he kept writing. He couldn’t help but notice how, for the first time since his arrival at the academy, his quarters felt like home. Was it because Karys was happily working on cooking a meal for them? The pureblood stared at the other man again before he finally spoke.

“Have you ever tried sandsurfing?” He asked with a smile, “On Korriban, there are nothing but vast sand dunes. When I was a child, my sister and I would sneak away and create makeshift boards. He would then surf them down the dunes and see if we could avoid tumbling over,” It was clearly a fond memory from the way Azar smiled to himself, “I was dreadful at it,” He remarked, scribbling a few more things into his notebook, “We would come home when the sun set and our father’s second wife would make us meals. She knew just what we liked and told us she got the ingredients from distant galaxies,” He chuckled to himself, “We believed it, of course, and it made the food that much tastier even though we couldn’t afford anything more than scraps found locally.”

All the houses had fallen from grace. Kressh had once been a proud name, but it sank to poverty over the centuries just like all the other great names. Darth Raze had defeated the last pureblood posing as Sith King, only to give the crown to a Queen. She died shortly after and their people returned to complete disarray. It was an endless cycle.

“Our mother told us stories of Ziost and its five fingered demons,” Azar chuckled as he looked back at Karys. There was no doubt that Karys had heard similar stories of the elitist and ‘primitive’ three fingered monsters.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys was cooking when Azar’s voice echoed from somewhere behind him and asked if he’d ever gone sandsurfing. Karys glanced over and began to reply when he saw Azar’s smile. Instead giving a reply that would have interrupted Azar’s thoughts, Karys simply turned around to face his lover. He listened intently as Azar spoke of his childhood.

Karys smiled and had to stifle a chuckle as Azar recounted spending time with his sister. He talked of his father’s second wife and how she enticed them both to eat with imaginative stories. He felt the fondness in Azar’s voice as he spoke of his childhood. This was a side of Azar he’d never seen before and a side he could most definitely get used to. But it was when he commented on the fiver fingered demons from Ziost that Karys burst out into laughter.

<DEMONS?!> He managed to choked out in a genuine amusement.

Karys managed to compose himself after a few moments of laughter, then turned back to his broth. He had to quickly stir it to ensure it didn’t overcook and lower the heat as well. Then once he was confident, he wouldn’t ruin all his hard work, Karys would return his gaze to Azar and that gentle smile would return to his face.

<We never had sandboarding.> Karys replied. <Ziost is too cold for deserts to exist.> He continued. <But my siblings and I did have snowball fights when we were young.> He began, his mind going back to his childhood. <Or we’d have saber fights with sticks and icicles.> He’d chuckle at the memory as it came back to him.

Karys would fall silent as he remembered thousands of tiny moments growing up, each of them brought a mix of emotions. It was the sudden bubbling of the broth that made him realize he was still cooking and return to tending the food. Even as he did so, he’d recall more to Azar.

<My mother taught me to cook.> He called over his shoulder. <I used to sit on her lap as a boy and help her.> He chuckled at that. <She’d have me knead dough or peel and wash vegetables.> He continued. <It was an easier time back then…> His voice trailed off for a moment. <…before I understood the Galaxy or anything beyond the walls of my father’s keep.>

He'd clear his throat then, trying to shake a welling of emotion he wasn’t really expecting.

<And it was my father who told us of failing dynasties of Korriban.> He smirked as he said this. <He actually led me to believe your tribes bred with their own families.> He shook his head and chuckled even as he said it. <I’m glad that isn’t the case.>

Karys paused for a moment, soaking in this moment of shared happiness. <Was your family big? How did you come to the Sith?> He asked finally breaking the silence. He wanted to learn more of Azar and who he was and how he became who he is now.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Too cold? He didn’t think his people could ever thrive in the cold and it had been cold enough to have snowball fights? Even the thought of it sent a shudder through him and Karys would spot goosebumps along his bare skin. He still hadn’t bothered putting a shirt on, entirely comfortable around Karys. When the other man told the stories of his childhood, Azar couldn’t help but smile. However, the smile turned closer to a frown as he remembered the dangerous path Karys was walking by entertaining whatever this was. Sadow and Kressh were lifelong sworn enemies in name and it wouldn’t be easy to erase such an old feud.

Karys chuckled at the stories his father said to demonize the failing dynasties of Korriban. That was when Karys would notice a marked change in Azar. The pureblood’s jaw tightened and he bristled at the words, looking away. There was a tremor in the room as the Force surged through him, roiling and rippling no different than one of his ominous potions. It felt like a storm about to surge inside the room, a tidal wave about to break. Beakers and glass trembled until one of them shattered. Karys would see the broth beginning to bubble more than it should have right then.

The wave passed slowly, diminishing into a calm stillness. Azar kept his gaze away the entire time, his fingers gently brushing over the hairline fractures that appeared on his window. He could hear the winds howling outside clearly now and felt a chilled breeze. Azar turned to regard Karys at last, “He was right..” Azar said darkly. He didn’t even realize he had balled his fingers into fists where his nails dug into his palms to bleed.

He hadn’t shared any of this with anyone, and he knew it was a mistake to do so even now. But he didn’t care right then, “I killed my father because he wanted to force my sister into a marriage with him,” He said harshly, “Sadow won the war of the crown in our history and Kressh and the Korriban houses faltered. As our numbers died out, the tribes…they turned to exactly what your father accused,” He gave a hollow laugh, “Stories to scare Ziosti children…stories that were my reality.”

Azar didn’t linger there and he wordlessly opened a door that led outside. He stood out on a balcony right in that raging storm. He let the rain wash over him and soak him to the core. He embraced that chill. He gripped the railing, doing his best to curb the anguish, rage and despair he felt all at once. The rain streamed down his face and his body, and it did wonders to mask the tears that unwittingly escaped him.

Tears that no one was allowed to see. No one.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Azar’s jaw tightened, for the first time, he turned from Karys and then the atmosphere shifted. The room trembled, water boiled, the glass of the window behind Azar spiderwebbed, a beaker shattered in the room. Karys felt the hair across his body stand on edge as the power of the Dark Side flowed through and built in the room. The pain and rage and anguish Azar felt was as present and palpable as the harshness in his words.

Karys flinched at them.

He wasn’t afraid of what Azar would do; he was coming to accept that he’d likely die at the end of this road. How he wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter if it was here, at Azar’s hand or later by his father’s. In Karys’ mind, death was all but assured and with that in mind, he had nothing left to lose. So, when Azar turned and left the room to head for the outside balcony. Karys would give him a moment and then follow, leaving the stove on in his haste.

He didn’t know that his father’s stories were true. He didn’t know that Azar had experienced that pain firsthand. He did know that Azar had done something better than he had, he had stood against something vile, something wrong. Karys hadn’t and it haunted him. But right now, that didn’t matter to Karys, the only thing that matter to him was the man who stood alone and suffering on the balcony. The only thing that mattered to him was Azar Kressh and the pain he had accidentally sparked within him.

As he stepped onto the balcony and into the freezing rain, he wouldn’t speak at first. Karys wouldn’t approach Azar; he wouldn’t wrap his arms around him. He wouldn’t force himself into this situation and Azar’s pain. Neither would he simply walk off and allow Azar to sit in his misery. Karys would suffer through the storm and Azar’s wrath if he had to, but he wouldn’t leave him. It would be half a minute before Karys spoke, he stood behind Azar his gaze turned down and away. He wouldn’t try to peer or pry as he spoke.

<Azar…> He started, the regret and empathy thick in his baritone voice. <I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know.> He told the man he considered his lover.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar knew Karys would arrive on the balcony eventually. It was just who Karys was, and it was exactly what had drawn Azar to him like a moth to a flame. He recalled the line Karys often used.

Through passion, I gain strength.

He chuckled through the tears. Karys was a fool for how he interpreted the code. The code spoke only regarding leveraging the Dark Side. It spoke to pouring pain, hatred and agony into using the Force. And yet Karys took the meaning literally to embrace all emotions. It was both a fallacy and exactly what made him so irritatingly perfect. Azar’s yellow gaze, the gaze of a predator with the blood of countless on his hands, remained fixed ahead towards the darkness. The rain washed over him, taking with it the tears.

Was Karys so wrong in his interpretation? Did Azar really want to correct him? No, that was going to be the difficult task of his Master. Azar would embrace Karys as he was today, with his naive and honest ways of looking at the galaxy. Ways that extracted from Azar truths he had guarded close to his chest for almost a decade. So who was truly the clever one here? Who was the one that really held the reins? Without even realizing?

Azar was vaguely aware of Karys muttering that apology behind him. He exhaled a cloudy wisp of cold air between his lips before he turned to face the other man. Azar was cold and shivering and so was Karys. Karys looked ridiculous, completely soaked and standing there in silence in his boxers which looked like they had superhero characters on them.

Azar traced his hand along the side of Karys’ face, smiling through the rain that doused them both. His hair was completely matted to his face as was Karys’. He stepped closer to the other man, gazing up into those crimson eyes he had grown so fond of, “Promise me you’ll never change this side of you, Karys Sadow,” He said softly, “Promise me you’ll always embrace the galaxy as you do now. Promise me you’ll always keep this side of you alive no matter how many times the Sith Order breaks you and rebuilds you..” Azar said as he finally embraced Karys, burying his face against his chest. He closed his eyes and melted against him, finding solace in those arms that slowly began to feel like home, “Promise me..”

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys shivered in the chill of the rain, his body had grown more adjusted to the temperate environment of Umbara and so the rain felt freezing on his skin. Every inch of him screamed to just go in, but he didn’t move, he wouldn’t until he knew Azar’s pain, a pain he had inadvertently caused, was soothed. So, Karys stood there, in a t-shirt and boxers, shivering in the rain, present for Azar when and if he wanted him.

When Azar moved, Karys caught it from the corner of his eye. As Azar approached, Karys felt a wave of relief wash through him. Tension fell from his shoulders; a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in was released. Karys steadily lifted his gaze to settle back on Azar’s face. When the man reached him, Karys gently brushed the hair from his face and gazed into those beautiful golden eyes.

<I am sorry babe…> He whispered as Azar stroked his face.

Karys leaned his face into the touch as he had every time before. And when Azar stepped into him, Karys instinctively wrapped his arms around his lover. Azar would whisper to him; he’d ask him to never change this one part of him. He’d ask him to hold onto it and preserve it. Karys melted at the words and what they meant.

He kissed the top of Azar’s head as he nodded, agreeing to something he wasn’t confident he could do. But he’d try to for the man who was wrapped up in his arms. He’d do his best to always provide sanctuary for Azar.

<Of course I will babe, just for you.> He whispered.

Karys would stand there in the pouring down rain for several more minutes, his lips pressed to Azar’s head. Slowly, he stopped feeling the cold. Slowly, he stopped shivering. The only thing that mattered was being right there for his lover. Then a realization dawned on him, the stew.

Karys back would go rigid for a moment. His eyes widened in horror at what he’d done.

<Shitfuck, dinner!> He exclaimed, dragging Azar unceremoniously back into the apartment with him.

The stew had ended up boiling over and the smell of burnt bread filled the house. Karys face turned flush; the dinner he had worked on so hard for Azar was ruined. Annoyance at his own shortsightedness was clearly written on his face as he examined the mess that was dinner, Azar still tangled up in his arms.

Karys groaned at the misfortune of it all.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but he was sure he was exactly where he wanted to be. He almost didn’t notice the chilling rain, savoring the warmth that Karys provided in that tight embrace. He wasn’t sure why such a simple term of endearment sent a wave of warmth through him, but it did every time Karys used it. His ancestors were rolling in their graves, but he couldn’t care less.

The Pureblood was shaken out of his thoughts when Karys abruptly stiffened and suddenly remembered the food. Azar barely processed what was happening when the other man practically dragged him back into the house, the two almost slipping a few times. There was a stream of water on the floor from when they came in and the cooler temperature inside actually felt worse than being outside.

Azar looked at Karys standing there dejected while soaking wet. He looked at the stew. He walked over to turn off the stove, unable to keep the faint smile off his face. He knew it meant the world to Karys, but the smile was from the reminder that Karys really was such a complex individual.

“Let me try, baby,” He said calmly, walking over towards the pot while dripping wet. The bread couldn’t be salvaged, but he turned instead to the stew. He had spent decades perfecting the craft of changing entire compositions of chemicals with his abilities. Azar had an ability that likely not a single other individual in the Order possessed. His brand of alchemy was unique and he didn’t teach this in any of his classes.

Azar focused the Force as he gazed down at the stew. It looked similar to what he was doing with the cauldron of potion. Within moments, the ingredients that soaked up too much of the liquid began to release it again. The pureblood’s eyes were closed the entire time as he manipulated the Force in a very fine and advanced way that took an intense amount of focus. The broth began to fill the pot again, replacing what was lost. A bit further and the colors began to change again, the stew appearing closer to before Karys had ever stepped outside.

Azar slowly exhaled as he opened his eyes, reaching over to switch the stove back on to a low simmer. If Karys sniffed at it, it would smell exactly as intended and look delicious. The Pureblood looked over at the bread and gave an apologetic smile - there was nothing to do for that.

“Potionmaster can come in handy sometimes,” Azar said with a grin as he stepped back to let Karys take over again. He was visibly drained from the effort, though he tried not to show it.

Azar disappeared momentarily, returning with towels and two robes. He shamelessly shrugged out of his pants and boxers, drying off and putting on new ones and tossing on a bathrobe. He also set a bathrobe out for Karys, though it would be small on him. Azar approached Karys with a towel, gesturing for him to bow his head thanks to their height difference before he dried the other man's hair off.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys stood in the kitchen, soaked. He didn’t feel the cold air of the apartment. He barely felt Azar slip from his arms. He just gawked at how he’d ruined the first meal he ever cooked for Azar. It wasn’t until Azar approached the stove that Karys snapped back to reality. His crimson eyes followed his lover as he began to ply his own craft to the ruined stew. In a matter of moments, the stew’s broth had been fully restored to where it had been before any of this began.

Karys stared in amazement at what Azar had done.

He had seen Azar create poison from nothing and create potions in ways that he couldn’t understand. But this? This was intimate, this was because of him, and Karys could barely wrap his head around it. He blinked several times as Azar walked away, it only dawned on him after Azar had left the room, but he had referred to him as.

Baby.

Karys finished tending to the stew while Azar was gone from the room. He did the best he could to ensure the stew was as authentic as possible, but some things were beyond his control. Because of this, when Azar walked out and began to strip, Karys was already done with cooking. He placed his elbows on the countertop and leaned against it, his face propped between his fists. He openly watched as Azar slipped from his clothes, thoroughly and obviously enjoying the show that was given to him.

When Azar finished and began to approach him, Karys took his soaked shirt off and held it loosely in one of his hands. His crimson eyes watched where Azar would look, he wanted to see his lover drink in his body. He wanted him to want him. A knowing smirk appeared on Karys lips as he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them to the ground. He’d take a step towards Azar, completely naked and paused before him, his crimson gaze having never broken from his lover.

Then he leant down but not for Azar to dry his hair. Instead, Karys deeply kissed the man he desired.

He was no longer too worried about how his food had come out.

<I'm not feeling too hungry anymore.> He whispered suggestively.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar thought it would be a quick dry off and dinner, but of course Karys had other ideas. He froze in place as Karys made a show of sliding his boxers down, a grin appearing on Azar’s face. His yellow eyes shamelessly roamed over that muscled Massassi hybrid torso and the parts of him that Azar got to know rather well recently. When Karys closed the distance and kissed him, Azar was all too eager to oblige. His hands traced along Karys’ chest as he leaned up to savor that kiss. When Karys drew back and whispered his words, Azar already felt a light nudge below that supported the suggestion.

“Oh? Wanting some Korriban flavors over Ziosti?” Azar asked with a teasing grin. He followed up by tracing kisses along Karys’ jawline, affectionately placing tender ones along the rigid protrusions on his face that marked his Pureblood traits. Azar’s own desires burned and seeing Karys standing there teasing him was almost too much. He hungrily worked his way down the other man’s torso, pressing him back against the counter. His kisses and nibbles traced down Karys’ damp skin as he lowered himself.

Azar moved with sensual grace, gazing up at Karys as he kept moving down, not afraid to kneel to take his prize. This was a moment between them alone, a mutual desire and burning passion that Azar was too afraid to name. He tasted and savored what he wanted, his nails digging into Karys’ thighs as he worked his magic.

He took his time and made the process agonizing but worth it, taking Karys to new heights of pleasure. Azar drew up to his full height again, smirking at the other man. He had his own desires yet unfulfilled, “Karys I need it..” He said urgently, “I need to eat that stew,” He said abruptly, suddenly turning away to gather bowls and plates. His own state of arousal was ignored because he was far too excited for the stew and, after one close call, he wasn’t going to let it get cold.

Azar gestured for Karys to get himself together and help set the table. The first thing Azar did was unravel one of the utensils Karys had given him, the excitement on his face visible. He gave them both helpings of the stew, sitting across from Karys.

His fingers grasped the custom spoon for the first time, marveling at how easy it was to maneuver. He used it to effortlessly scoop some of the stew and take a bite. His brows rose as he dwelled on the flavors, “This is…incredible..” He mused as he tried a bit more, “You really are impressive,” Azar said with a genuine smile. It was homemade food and it reminded him briefly of his own home and meals growing up.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys drank in Azar's kiss, the feeling of his lips, the taste of his mouth. Whatever this was, the sensations he felt with Azar, this was quickly becoming his new addiction. He felt Azar's hands tracing his chest as they kissed, a grin tugged at his lips.

<I always want to sample more of what Korriban has to offer.> Karys replied as Azar began to kiss his jawline.

His lover individually picked out of his facial ridges with a kiss, the sensation of it sent chills down his body. As Azar began to kiss down his neck and torso, a lustful smile appeared on his lips, this was a hunger that could never truly be sated. Not when it came to Azar. Each kiss sent a wave of pleasure ripping across his body, each nibble a ripple of desire, all of it mounting to an unnegotiable conclusion.

Karys slid his hands down and tangled his fingers in Azar's hair as his lover grew closer to the ultimate goal. Karys felt mind-blanking pleasure. A world-ending corona of sensation that became impossible to describe. Pleasure mixed with pain as Azar's nails traced furrows in Karys' thighs. His eyes rolled back, his head lolled backwards, his breath came in sharp inhalations, his exhales were quiet swears and encouragements.

An explosion of pleasure and ecstasy whited out his mind.

<I need it to-> Karys had began to reply, he thought Azar meant more activities in his loft. He was wrong. Karys had forgotten the stew existed entirely but Azar had not. Karys blinked in disbelief as Azar moved past him and began to prepare their supper, he didn't want pleasure in return? Karys stared at Azar for a moment, here he was, completely nude and hungering for more sex, but Azar wanted an entirely different type of sausage. After a few more seconds of trying to process the situation, Karys managed to relatively anchor himself.

He finished drying himself off and slipped into the undersized bathrobe before beginning to help Azar set the table. Once they sat down and Azar pulled out the utensils, Karys paused and a contented smile formed on his lips. He propped his elbow up on the table and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. He watched Azar eat with the gift he had gotten him, he watched him eat smoothly and easily. No one else would ever see him struggle again and that made Karys happier than any of the compliments Azar offered him.

After a few seconds of enjoying the moment, Karys would turn to begin eating his stew as well. It's taste was a little off. The meat didn't have the right texture. And the broth was a touch too thin. But, for some reason, Karys felt that this was the best dinner he had ever cooked and likely ever would.

<I'm glad you like it babe.> He replied to Azar doting, the smile on his face growing just a little wider.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“I see why the students often rave about your cooking,” He said while he ate, helping himself to a second serving. He effortlessly used the utensil and could rapidly make it through the meal instead of taking forever like usual. Azar was going to make a quip about Karys and his fanclub, when he glanced up and caught Karys looking at him. There was a look in his eye, one of fondness and something else he couldn’t place. It wasn’t lust or desire like he had seen several times now. Azar gave a faint smile in return, “Why are you looking at me like that, Loth-kitten?” He asked quietly.

Azar finished up his stew and felt thoroughly satisfied after the meal. He picked up the dishes and cleaned them, always super organized and neat by nature. He took time to mop the floor to remove the water that trailed when they walked in from the balcony.

After everything was put away, he glanced over at Karys in that robe that was much too small for him. Azar gave him an affectionate smile, “Stay with me tonight,” He murmured softly, grabbing Karys by the and gesturing for him to join him upstairs again. He wanted to be lost in his arms again and pick up on where they left off.

And yet Karys would find things a bit different this time. With the two entangled with kissing and teasing, Azar pushed the other man onto his stomach, his hands grasping at the back of his neck and pressing down with an intensity that told of passions and desires. Azar leaned in close to Karys’ ear, nibbling against it, his hot breath brushing against skin.

There was sensuality and passion as Azar explored Karys in new ways, lost in the heat of their mutual desire as he shared new sides of himself. The storms raged outside, drowning out the sounds of passion as the two forgot the galaxy and their lineage for those precious moments.

@Apollyon

 

[Karys]

Karys didn't flinch at Azar's question but he also didn't know how to respond to it either. Instead, he simply dropped his gaze, his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and then he slid his chin from his palm and ate. Why did he feel embarrassed? Why did he feel this way at all? A thousand more questions raced through his mind in those moments and he realized the answer to all of them was that he didn't care. The reasonings didn't matter to him anymore, the only thing that did were these moments.

<I'm just happy is all.> He replied as he took his first spoonful of stew. <I'm happy here, with you. It feels...> His crimson gaze flickered to Azar as he said this, wanting to gauge the man's reaction at his next words. <...it feels like a home should.>

As the pair finished their dinner, Azar would find that he wouldn't be alone in cleaning. Karys would be right alongside him, cleaning dishes, organizing and putting them in the correct places. The pair's need for clean and organized spaces would flow in concert with one another. When Azar began mopping the floor, Karys would go into the refresher to hang his soaked clothes and let them dry overnight.

<Oh, babe.> He called as he did this. <I lost my shorts earlier, remind me to find those before I leave!> He continued, his voice softening as he leaned out to talk to his lover.

When Karys finally left the restroom, Azar was gazing at him with an expression on his face that made Karys' heart skip a beat. That smile wasn't one of lust or desire, it was something else entirely. When Azar asked Karys to stay the night with him, Karys would simply nod as a wordless answer. Azar's grasp on his arm was gentle, it told of his need for closeness between them. Azar didn't need to gesture for Karys to follow him, the younger Pureblood's body was in sync with Azar's own.

The bathrobes fell to the floor in a flurry of passion. Each man's desire speaking to affection rather than pure lust. Their lips interlocked, arms wrapping and unwrapping around one another. Each touch, each caress filled with an energy that Karys hardly understood but hungered for nonetheless. Azar spun him around and pushed him onto the bed, Karys let out a playful laugh, he was excited.

As Azar's hands pushed down on the back of his neck, Karys arched his back and let out a small moan. The hot breath, the feeling of Azar nipping at his ear, it was too much. Karys slipped beneath the waves of desire and passion. Karys sought to bring pleasure to his partner, for the first time forgoing is own to accomplish just that. He wanted to hear Azar moan, hear him whisper his name, he needed it.

The rolls of thunder echoed through the apartment, the night of passion dragged on well into the early hours of the morning. Each of them would be spent, their bodies sore but satisfied. Karys would hold Azar tightly in his arms and simply gaze at him as sleep slowly overtook him. He wanted the last thing he saw to be the most beautiful being he'd ever laid eyes on.

Because then maybe, just maybe, he'd invade his dreams as well.

@Sreeya

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