⠀ " Oh ? Do you have a favorite ~ ? " He'd chirp as he leaned himself forward. Hm. It's getting in the way again —— Might as well put this pesky mask away now ~ With such an exposed neck, he began to trail the tip of his nose across the sternocleidomastoid; nuzzling and © ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ followed. Casting a brief glance at the holes of the mask in hopes to catch a glimpse of the expression behind it. Useless. —. . . I find myself missing the strange games you used to invent. ㅤ

⠀ As the masked merchant shifted slightly, he could feel something 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 him. Ah, undeniable... Yet, predictable... He knows exactly which buttons to press, and which puzzles to solve, had he always been~ A content hum escaped him. It would be 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 for Zacharie to simply supply the hermit © ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ intrigue. Meanwhile, the hermit, pulled like wire, tried to process the tongue's caresses. Begging silently that, should Zacharie notice, he'd say nothing. His head tilted slightly, just enough to give better access. An invitation. ㅤ

It doesn’t matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve changed. Stop wandering and come home.

HE'S PULLING HIS COCK OUT

|| zach ate a bitch

⠀ It's like chewing on sentient rubber... How fun! The only difference is that this one tastes like skin, instead of burnt sugar. Hmm, such a painful memory. That / place / used to be littered with them. Though, one is able to change another's perception~ As the hermit's blush spread to the © ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ The light kiss on the merchant's forehead comes delayed, but very much content. To be fair, it's been months since they've done anything intimate together. . . Had he always been this sensitive on the ears? A furious blush begins to color his helpless pallor. ㅤ

⠀ The sudden shift in position allowed the merchant to let go of the other's ear. Leaving an empty feeling in his maw. ... Then a glance. And a grin. Arms began to wrap around the hermit's broad shoulders as he took a *chomp* of the same ear again. It appears he found his answer to that question ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ This must be his Goliath test, because it was taking immense restraint not to break normalcy. —Then? Do tell. He pushed him a little further over his lap, chest heaving, lips curling for a chuckle that wouldn't escape. ㅤ

⠀ He'd gently bite into the lobe a bit harder, but not too much. Teasingly. " Mmmghfh I domt want steak... " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ 💦 —Zacharie. . . ? Ah, hah. . . Perhaps I could take care of that. There's steak on the fridge. ㅤ

⠀ " Mmmh... mnot muhch. " His voice came out muffled as his teeth gently tickled the lobe. Quite an "ear full". " Mnbohred thougfh. " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ A warm mumble rumbles from his chest before he can stop himself. He hadn’t even known that spot was ticklish. One learns new curiosities from the least expected interactions. . . —How was work today? —he asks, partly to distract himself from the tender nibbles he's allowed. ㅤ

⠀ He'd lazily lean into the hermit more; closing his eyes and just gnawing at the ear. Someone is bored, or hungry. ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ He hasn't quite gotten used to this sort of greeting. Does he wants to get his attention or get him hard. . . Perhaps both? ㅤ

⠀ Licks @nagacuddles.bsky.social 's ear ⠀

|| the way the off fandom got revived made me cackle hello everyone

ㅤ There's a tiny songbird perched on his left shoulder, repeating over and over something into his ear. The hermit remains perfectly motionless, but a slight twitch of his eyebrow betrays him every so often when he hears the "Gay gay homosexual gay". ㅤ

⠀ He wasn't expecting to be LIFTED up from the ground and into the bulky cold arms of the hermit. It quickly brought a bright rosey blush across the merchant's face before he'd wrap his arms around the other's neck; nuzzling cheek on cheek. " Mmm... A day with you is the best gift I could ask (+) ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ gallant type, but he firmly wrapped one arm around Zacharie's waist while the other slipped under his knees. In one smooth motion, he was lifted into his arms— strong, steady, and sure. —Tell me. . . what do you have in mind? ㅤ

⠀ He can't recall the naga's own date of creation... he's so lovestruck over his partner. Perhaps he'll ask this tidbit of information later. " As long as we get to spend time together, always, then today will be the best birthday I'll ever have. I... don't need anyone else. " + ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —Mhmm. —He ran fingers through his hair in waving motions, a learned pattern acquired from Zacharie's own gestures. —It's your birthday, Zacharie. You deserve an entertaining panorama. . . I was so busy rummaging the island for ingredients that I forgot who I was supposed to be feeding. ㅤ

⠀ His head would simply lazily rest in between the serpent's pectorals as he fluttered his gaze shut. " Even if I'm not getting any gift, knowing that you're here with me is something not even gold can replace. " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ The cloak didn't speak much on its own, but his silence was of the curious kind. He'd seen that 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 before—: . . . I'm here. An arm curled around the merchant's waist. Should he be thrilled? ㅤ

⠀ " .... " His hands would gently caress the pale skin of the hermit as he brought himself closer. " You. " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ Could Zacharie grow old? Could Zacharie age and die? These questions didn't even cross his mind, so accustomed was he to the ageless routine of the hermit. —. . . I can try. It shouldn't be too hard while following a simple recipe. If you want something else, tell me, and I'll give it to you. ㅤ

⠀ Age is something inevitable that he can't fathom or escape from; knowing that his number increases each year, it only reminds him how little his role matters in this world. He'd lean against the kiss in return, before blinking in slight bewilderment. " You can cook meatloaf?! " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ well-seasoned meat loaf once we get to the bunker. He punctuated the intention by squeezing the merchant's hands inside both palms and giving him a long, tender kiss on the lips. ㅤ

⠀ I love you in every universe If I one day stop loving you, I hope you can find a way To love me back once more ⠀

⠀ " Yes, but~ ... Oh well, nevermind. Say, you don't have a gift for me~? " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ Mildly perplexed, he scratched his nape—: Thirty-five is still part of adulthood, isn't it. . . ? ㅤ

⠀ " AND USE MY CREDITS?! Why would I do that when I can just use available materials! And the other reason, I already told you, I want my lover to good coverage or clothing rather than... that old thing. I'd give you better shirts or sweaters, but they're not particularly suited for + ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ gotten stuck in between the rails of a tram. He might have laughed at his misery. He might have cut off his head to prove the bad guys always reap what they sow. —. . . Zacharie, why do you want to do this? Wouldn't it be easier to buy a new cloak? ㅤ

⠀ He'd wrap his arms around the ophidian's hard chest; measuring the broad thickness of it. He even gave a cheeky chest nuzzle before pulling back. " Well, it's because I've been stuffing you with meat, hm? You deserve a good meal after each work~ And besides, what's a little fat gonna hurt? " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ The hermit can't help but glance at his own stomach, voice sligthly confused as he controls his breathing. —Did I gain weight? ㅤ

⠀ " So you have a thing for older men~? " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —. . . I always thought you were around thirty-five. —That was a compliment. ㅤ

⠀ The merchant couldn't help but bark out a laugh as he pulled his lover close. " Don't feel guilty~ I never told you when my birthday is anyway. " His playful chuckles quickly turned silent. " ... I don't know. " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —. . . . Oh. 𝘖𝘩. —A great tension shook him from shoulders to hands, awkwardly reaching Zacharie's fingertips if only because he couldn't think of any other way to express his joy. —Happy birthday, dear. . . How many? ㅤ

⠀ " Then~ Aren't you going to wish your boyfriend a happy birthday~? " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —Well, yes. It's an annual celebration in honor of an individual aging one year. ㅤ

⠀ He has no idea if this naga shares the same birth date as / him /. Knowing the fact that every "unique" one he has met originate from different times and date. He's curious when was the serpent's day of creation is. " Well~ Do you know the concept of a birthday? " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ By the look of his face, it was evident Prince had no clue—: . . . Another holiday? —Why would he pursue curiosity on the matter, having not paid importance to his own day of creation? ㅤ

⠀ " Oh, there you are~ Have you taken a guess what today is? " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —. . . ? Did you say my name. ㅤ

⠀ He blinks. " Mh, you look beefy today~ I'm happy the meat I brought you has given you plenty of nutrition. It makes you look cuter~ " He chuckled, before pulling out the measuring tape from it's tiny little holder as he began to measure the serpent; first from collarbone to abdomen. + ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —You gave me two options. . . Mutter, mutter. He took the ends of the crude knot over his chest and pulled, cloak falling off his shoulders and leaving him wearing one of his few tunics. The uncovered chest-to-waist ratio was kind of impressive. ㅤ

⠀ " Hmm... It's my birthday. I don't think I've told Prince yet. " ⠀

⠀ " Hm, I was thinkin on lavender but ... yeah, black works well too~ Alright, take those rags off and let me measure your side, mi amore. " ⠀

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 .ᐟ 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 🐍͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏@nagacuddles.bsky.social · last yr.

ㅤ —"Sore thumb"? . . . Ah, I'd rather go with black. ㅤ