Work Text:
A knock on the large door of your chambers broke you free from your troubling thoughts. You opened the door to find an anxious G’raha Tia. He cleared his throat and revealed his reason for the late-night visit. He feared that the weight of your burdens was far too much to carry alone and offered to share some of it. He also reminded you that it wasn’t only the challenges you two would share but the joys of your journey as well. G’raha Tia managed to comfort you, and for that reason, you didn’t want him to go.
“Sleep well, my friend.”
G’raha Tia raised his hand to bid you goodnight, and you took hold of his wrist. He looked at your hand and then met your intense gaze. You yanked him into a tight embrace, causing his cat eyes to widen, his ears to perk up, and the hairs on his tail to stand on end.
“O-Oh! …I was not expecting that— I um…”
The Miqo’te man silenced himself when he felt you squeeze him with your eyes shut tight. A claw-like hand cradled the back of your head as the other snaked around you.
“…If an embrace is what you need right now,” he whispered. “Then I am more than happy to keep you within my arms until daybreak…”
You lifted your head with surprise and delight in your eyes. G’raha Tia’s cheeks gained a red tint when he realized that sounded just a tad suggestive.
“I uh— That is not what I was implying— Surely you don’t think I would— That I—”
A light smirk spread across your lips as you watched the historian struggle to find the right words. You decided to spare him further embarrassment and silenced him with a kiss. ’Twas something you wanted to do for a while, but the time was never right. Once again, his eyes widened, and his ears touched the sky. Once the initial shock passed, he melted into the kiss with a muffled moan. You cupped his cheeks and sought to deepen the kiss. It was only then that G’raha Tia gave you a gentle push and struggled to catch his breath.
“Wait— Friend— This is…”
You attempted to kiss him again, but G’raha Tia pulled his head back to avoid it. The hurt in your eyes made his ears droop with regret for handling that poorly. Silence echoed in the room before he cupped your cheek and lifted your head.
“Do not think for a moment that I do not want you,” he said firmly. “I have always wanted you… For a long time… But a voice within me says this is not the right thing to do… You need your rest and I would feel guilt if I were to keep you up for all hours of the night…”
A light blush dusted your cheeks as you thought about being kept up for all hours of the night by G’raha Tia. It was a wonder to you if he even possessed the endurance and stamina for that.
“We can make it quick,” you said softly.
“I… I rather savor it… Another day perhaps… I—”
You placed a hand over the one that cupped your cheek and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. He tried to gather his thoughts but was stopped by yet another kiss and then another. You stole a sliver of G’raha Tia’s willpower with each kiss. He realized it was futile to resist your whims and put both hands on your shoulders to still you for the moment.
“…A-Alright,” he stammered. “But… Only because there is always a chance that there will not be another day… Let us live in the present…”
After receiving a quick nod from you, G’raha Tia pulled you into a passionate kiss. Without his restraints, he turned into the little beast you didn’t know was lying dormant. G’raha Tia slipped his tongue through the gap betwixt your lips to devour you. The small fangs of his repeatedly grazed your lower lip as he clutched your shoulders with all his might. You responded with muffled moans that he swallowed and clutched his black scarf.
Gradually, you moved backward and your cat-like lover followed your steps to keep from breaking the kiss. The heavy door slammed shut while the balcony door remained open to invite the night in. You hopped onto the very table that previously hosted a feast for the scions. The feverish kiss continued as you lay back and pulled him down by the dark fabric.
G’raha Tia pressed flesh against your chest as his bushy tail swayed right and left with delight. You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles together. Occasionally his tail brushed against your leg like a feather, making you giggle into the kiss.
“—Apologies,” he said with a heavy breath. “I—It has a mind of its own sometimes…”
“Heh. It’s quite alright…”
He gave you a quick nod and returned to kissing you with all the love and lust he kept bottled up. That tail of his was not the only appendage that seemed to have a mind of its own. You felt him harden against your crotch and thrust his hips without willing them to do so. A satisfied moan from you inspired him to do it again and again. He parted from the kiss and heavily panted while grinding against you. You stared up into his hungry eyes while gripping his arms. It was a treat to see— or rather— experience— such an aggressive side of G’raha Tia.
Much to your disappointment, the delicious friction came to a halt. G’raha Tia forced himself to take a moment to collect himself before things went any further. He pressed his palms beside your head while he took several deep breaths.
“…Perhaps… We should move to the bed now… I—If you still are willing…”
“I’m more than willing…”
G’raha Tia smiled softly at your reassuring words and looked down sheepishly. Grabbing the sides of his face, you guided his gaze back to you and offered a smile just as sweet as the one you received. While exchanging another deep kiss, G’raha Tia slipped his hands underneath your back and shifted your weight onto him. You held on tight as he carried you and all your emotional baggage to the bed. He dug his knees into the mattress and looked down at you in awe.
“…You are so beautiful…”
“Heh. I haven’t even undressed yet…”
“—I don’t speak only of physical beauty… I mean to say that you are a beautiful person… Inside and out…”
The genuine compliment made you more flustered than any dirty words could. G’raha Tia chuckled softly at your reaction and then carefully began to assist with the removal of your armor. With all the belts, buckles, and fastens between the two of you, this was sure to take a little while.
Underneath the light of the moon, Estinien walked through the well-manicured foliage to avoid the arguing twins in his room. He noticed that your balcony door was open, and the light from your room shone brightly, inviting him closer. Realizing that you were likely still awake, he decided to approach. He had something important to discuss with you before you went to bed.
Estinien hung from the balcony railing and heard what he mistook as a struggle. No one would do you any harm as long as he had breath. He quickly pulled himself onto the balcony and stood in the doorway with wide eyes. There was no enemy… Only G’raha Tia mounting you from behind. He dug his nails into your hips and thrust into you while grunting. You moaned into the pillow that you clung to throughout the indecent event.
A gust of cool wind hit both of your naked bodies and interrupted your bliss. G’raha Tia ceased all movement and whipped his head around to find the balcony door shut.
“!..Someone was here— I—I think we’ve been seen—We should stop—”
In his panic, G’raha Tia withdrew from you and reached for his underclothes. You turned on your side and took hold of his arm.
“G’raha… I need you…”
Your lover froze and looked into your sad eyes that begged him not to go just yet. Turning onto your back, you pulled him into an embrace, and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
“Apologies,” he whispered. “I won’t abandon you… Not now… Not ever…”
You lovingly stroked his hair and his ears twitched in response. A light giggle from you made him lift his head with his signature smile. You rekindled the fire in your bellies with sweet kisses that evolved into amorous ones. G’raha Tia slid back into you and laced his fingers with yours while nipping at your neck. He threatened to break the delicate flesh with his fangs but wouldn’t dare do it. He squeezed your hands beside your head and savored your mewls.
Estinien walked briskly through the corridors with the same stoic expression as usual. He turned the corner and found Thancred and Y’shtola talking at a low volume. The two made eye contact with him but were not acknowledged.
“Where have you gone off to?” Thancred asked lightheartedly.
“I saw nothing.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The Dragoon paused and looked over his shoulder at his two companions. The intensity in his eye derived from his loyalty to you.
“Do what you will,” he challenged them. “Break my bones, bleed me dry, but I will not talk.”
With that, he looked straight ahead and continued on his way to his room. Thancred and Y’shtola were left perplexed and met each other’s gaze.
“That was… Peculiar…” Thancred commented with a hand on his hip.
“Peculiar is an understatement.”
“What do you suppose he was going about?”
“I doubt ’tis of any importance to us, so let us keep out of it.”
“Agreed.”
The pair went about their business and journeyed to their own rooms for the night. One scion after another entered their bed while you were writhing on yours. ’Twas supposed to be a quick tryst, but G’raha Tia did not want it to end too soon. Truthfully, he fantasized about this very scenario on more than one occasion but never thought it would ever be. He never realized you felt the same way about him that he did you— or maybe— it was just a way to relieve your stress and nothing more.
If it were the latter, that was alright. G’raha Tia promised to help you with your burdens, so if this were the best way to help, he would give you his body whenever you craved it. But, if it were love, he would give you his heart without hesitation— as far as he was concerned, you already had it.
Your arms were lifted above your head and G’raha Tia squeezed your hands ever tighter. The rhythm of his powerful thrust became erratic as he tried his very best to string words together. You knew what he was trying to communicate even if it came out as incoherent nonsense.
“Please,” you begged. “Please— G’rahaaa…”
The way you whined his name during your orgasm was the very thing that pushed him over the edge. With a guttural grunt, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours and spilled his seed within you. The strength he had built up left him all at once, and he collapsed onto your heaving chest. You silently pet his ears for a job well done while his heart beat out of his chest.
“Did I… Satisfy you..?” G’raha Tia asked between breaths.
“Yes…”
“Should I… Go now..?”
“No…”
“But— You need your rest—”
“Sleep with me…”
The Miqo’te man’s ears rang, and he lifted his head with curiosity. That fond look in your eye… ’Twas love… There was no mistaking it.
“Of course,” he said, lowering his head. “I’m right here… I'll always be with you... So you needn’t ever feel alone.”
“Thank you… It means a lot…”
G’raha Tia hummed and affectionately nuzzled his head against you like any ordinary house cat. You resumed petting him and watched his tail sway back and forth. In the quiet of the room, you swore you could hear him purring softly. The rhythmic sound and warmth of his body helped you fall into a deep, restful sleep.