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[U'rajul is maddeningly close to being ready to go back to work. Most of the bruises have faded. The ankle is coming along. He can walk now. He just can't do anything complicated...like dancing.

Worse. Sneaking out is not an option. Not only does he see Allont's disapproving face every time he considers it, but in the absence of his mother, there are at least a dozen Keeper women who scold him every time he tries to leave the building. The same women who eye Rejeh'li with great suspicion when he comes asking after U'rajul, and only after giving him the third degree, reluctantly, point him in the right direction.

It's half past noon when the knock at the door startles the dancer awake. With nothing better to do, he had been napping. He sits, confused for moment, but after the second series of knocks, he finally mumbles some acknowledgment, picks himself up, and limps his way to the door to open it.

It's pretty obvious what he's been up to. He's got bedhead, he hasn't bothered to put a shirt on, and the bed where he'd been curled up just moments before is clearly visible behind him. His sleepy expression gives way to surprise when he sees who it is.]

Rejeh'li? What are you doing here...?

[He's going to let him in regardless. It's not an admonishment. He's just honestly at a loss as he steps aside to let the other man in. Clients don't usually come to him.

It's a nice room. Not lavish, but it's clean, comfortable, and there's a cute little balcony that's more of a ledge with lattice doors that he can open to the cool night air and watch the city lights. He's decorated with various colorful fabrics, pillows, and cushions. The building itself may not be in the best part of town, but U'rajul clearly does well enough for himself.]

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[ Rejeh'li stares at him, eyes widening a little.

He didn't mean it that way, but now that he's looking at it — a slow grin spreads over his face. He reaches for the space between the ends of the collar, fingertip brushing over U'rajul's throat. ]

Wouldn't a collar normally have something here? Something to grab?

[ ...And yet it'd be easy to tie something, a cord or a ribbon, between the two hooked ends, and those hooked ends are just about the right size for his fingers. He slips two of them in the gaps now, experimenting, and purrs: ]

Oh. It looks like I did.

[ U'rajul laughs at the expression on Rejeh'li's face, but his tone is low and sultry as he leans in closer following the trajectory of the fingers hooked through his torc. ]

Was that not what you originally intended? I might be insulted if you didn't look so very pleased with yourself right now.

[ He strokes the back of Rejeh'li's wrist with his fingers thoughtfully, then smirks. ]

You can't keep me. [ A deliberate tease and a challenge all in one. His eyes are bright with mischief. Catch me if you can. ]

But I think it's obvious by now that I can be bribed. [ He lets his hand drop and leans in to whisper hotly against his lips. ] I want you to take me.

Oh, I will.

[ He throws his weight into flipping them over, and suddenly he's between U'rajul's legs, looking down at him, moving over, rolling him bodily onto his stomach, pulling him up just a little by the hips.

His breath is warm against U'rajul's ear as he leans down to whisper— ]

I wonder if you're going to feel different, now that you've been cooped up here for so long. What do you think?

[ Rejeh'li takes him by surprise, but U'rajul is nothing but delighted by the turn of events. He's soft and pliant under Rejeh'li's hands, crossing his arms and propping his head on a forearm as he looks back at his partner. He moves his tail, batting lightly at Rejeh'li's chest, playful.

The gold around his neck is beautiful against his sun kissed skin, and only a ghost of the bruises on his lower back remain. ]

After my unplanned period of involuntary celibacy? Maybe I will. Or maybe you've just missed me that much. You'll have to tell me, won't you?

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[ Rejeh'li lunges hungrily for the collection of oils, looking for something he can use, one hand still possessively on U'rajul's hip. ]

How do you want it?

[ He's sure to make noise with the oil, slicking his fingers more than strictly necessary. ]

Should I be gentle?

[ There's a mockery in his tone: he would very much prefer not to be. ]

Don’t you dare.

[ A slight scowl on his face. U’rajul is serious. Nothing would irritate him more at this point. Rejeh’li would know by now that he liked it rough. At first U’rajul was subtle about it. Now, he actually complains if Rejeh’li is too gentle. ]

Fuck me hard or not at all.

[ He flicks his tail at Rejeh’li, obviously impatient. ]

Oh, good.

[ He asked out of rare caution, but that was where it ended. It feels like he hasn't seen U'rajul in half a year, and he's especially impatient.

Two slicked fingers press inside U'rajul without warning, pushing down where he knows he'll get a reaction. At the same time he lets the tip of his cock rub at the edge of that ring of muscle, glistening, even as his fingers are working, so U'rajul can feel how hard and ready for this he is. ]

[ U’rajul groans and arches his back, inhaling sharply and twitching when Rejeh’li finds what he’s looking for. ]

That’s not very nice. [ Chiding. Playful. He doesn’t really want nice. He’s just as hard as Rejeh’li is, and he wants this, desperately wants to feel Rejeh’li inside him. The metal of the collar isn’t cool anymore, but he’s still keenly aware of it. He uncrosses his arms and fists a hand in the bedsheets in anticipation. ]

[ Rejeh'li pulls his fingers back, but there's only a second in between before he pushes inside U'rajul, stretching him with a grunt. ]

Tight—

[ He plants on hand by U'rajul's shoulder and presses deeper, an appreciative rumble low in his throat. ]

Tell me— have you ever seen me, even once, after fucking someone else?

[ U’rajul shudders and braces himself against the mattress, grip tightening in the sheets. He is tight, and Rejeh’li feels huge. It would be too much too fast if he didn’t want it so badly.

He glances back over his shoulder at the man, an amused smile touching his lips. ]

Do you want me to lie and say never? Or a list of my customers? Not often. You’ve been buying most of my nights as you may recall.

[ He props his other hand on U'rajul's side, too, penning him in, and his words are punctuated with pauses necessitated by the effort of moving. ]

I want to know— mm— if anyone's fucked you— before me. By a day, mayhap.

[ He only has to dip his head a little to get it close to U'rajul's ear, and he lowers his voice to a husky near-whisper, hips moving a little more easily, thrusting harder into him. ]

If another man's fucked you once, I want to fuck you twice. If another man came in you, I'll do the same— twice. I want to erase what other men do to you— and leave you smelling like my sweat, my bed, my— bath, whatever it is. Mine.

[ It’s not the first time someone’s whispered demands in his ear, but it’s the first time they’ve ever affected him so strongly, and U’rajul loves it. Every filthy word of it. His ears twitch and he moans low in his throat. ]

Sounds like... you want to mark me. [ He gasps out in between thrusts of Rejeh’li’s hips. ] By a day? Or cumulatively? If it’s the latter- ah- you’ve got a lot of work to do.

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By a day—

[ He picks up one hand and lets it travel down between the plane of U'rajul's stomach and the sheets, slowly. ]

But I've not seen you in some time, see, so now I've got to mark you for that.

[ His hand wraps around U'rajul's cock and strokes, a little too firmly, at first too slow, but then picking up the rhythm of his thrusts. ]

Mm...

[ U’rajul’s breathless laughter cuts off abruptly, and he cries out as Rejeh’li takes him in hand, cock twitching in his grip. His hips move involuntarily and the direction doesn’t matter. Rejeh’li has him either way. ]

You’re greedy... but I like that about you...

[ Full sentences are getting harder to form, words turning to wanton cries of pleasure. It’s been too long, and he could come easily like this, but he holds back, letting Rejeh’li set the pace. ]

[ It has been too long — and that's why Rejeh'li stops, abruptly, and pulls back out, rolling him roughly over again. ]

I want t' see you—

[ —Marked in a way he can see, to start with. He leans low over U'rajul and takes both of them in hand, finishing them as best he can in quick strokes. ]

[ U’rajul reaches for him, one hand going to Rejeh’li’s wrist, the other round the back of his neck, drawing him down for a heated, desperate kiss. He needs it, perhaps as much as Rejeh’li does.

Allont had done much for him during his recovery (in more ways than one) but it wasn’t the same. And on some level, he needs this reassurance that nothing has changed and he’s still desirable. His attackers had left their mark, and he’s all too happy to let Rejeh’li erase what they’d done to him.

He comes, eyes wide open and trained on Rejeh’li as his hips buck and his mouth falls open, crying out his name as he spends. ]

[ Rejeh'li sits up when he's finished, panting, and admires openly for a long moment: he loves to see U'rajul like this; sated and unfocused, a sheen of sweat on his skin, marked with pale splashes across his stomach. ]

You know where I live, you bastard.

[ He flops down next to U'rajul, tangles their legs together and mouths at the tip of his ear. ]

Could've sent a damned message.

[ U'rajul doesn't see any reason to move, so he stays there, smiling lazily up at Rejeh'li. Then he blinks, focusing on his lover's face, looking confused. ]

I didn't think of it. [ He says honestly.

I didn't know you'd care, is on the tip of his tongue, but that seems like dangerous territory. More serious than he's willing to consider. He feels oddly pleased though, and he curls against Rejeh'li's body, pressing his lips to his throat, murmuring reassurances. ]

It's alright now anyway.

[ Rejeh'li makes a small motion that isn't quite shaking his head. He's quiet for a long moment. ]

I'd pay you, if you wanted to stay with me. As your ankle's... [ He makes a vague gesture. Getting better, whatever. ]

[ U'rajul takes his silence as an invitation to softly kiss and nip his way up the column of Rejeh'li's neck, his tail wrapped around the other's waist. He stops when he speaks, lifting his head to look at him quizzically. ]

You'd pay me for you doing me a favor?

[ The words are out of his mouth before he can think better of it. He doesn't sound displeased, just confused. ]

W— aye. [ Rejeh'li grumbles, flustered, looking away. There's no easy way to explain why it's so important to pay him without putting whatever they are into words, and he can't do that.

He might be wrong. U'rajul might take offense. ]

Don't say no; if you want to stay, accept that I'll pay you.

[ U'rajul studies him, trying to make sense of his offer. It's one he would be foolish not to accept. He enjoys Rejeh'li's company enough to warm his bed for free in exchange for putting him up. But if the other man insists... ]

Alright. [ He kisses Rejehli's jaw, meaning to placate him, and nuzzles against his neck. ] I accept.

[ Rejeh'li relaxes against him noticeably; his tail thumps lazily on the bed. He'd been vaguely planning to have U'rajul again, in a little bit, but now that it's out there and they're on the same page, he's oddly more focused on getting U'rajul moved in.

Well, "moved in." It's only temporary, of course. ]

Want to get everything together?

Is your bed that cold without me in it?

[ He curls his tail around the other man's waist, teasing. He doesn't actually mind, but he is surprised that it's Rejeh'li's top priority. ]

[ Rejeh'li flushes, frowning, slightly offended at having been (correctly) called out. ]

It might be. [ He smirks, voice dropping. ] Besides, if we stay here and go again, we might not want to move, after.

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