Did Mir really have wings?? This seriously reminded Corbin of wings, along with a lot of other things he noticed about Mir. Still, the halfling didn't look like he was in any state to answer questions, so Corbin didn't say anything. Corbin looked back at Mir, smiling softly with his kind, golden eyes that seemed to drink up every little thing about Mir.
(I’m not entirely sure if Mir should actually have wings, I was just thinking it would be spots where his wings would have been if he had been fully fae. Nothing there, but still tender.)
Mir murmured, “Your eyes are so pretty…” he reached up and cupped Corbin’s face as best he could, since his hands were so small and delicate. He drank up the king’s handsome face like it was the only thing in the world. “I want to see your face forever and ever…”
(Sounds good to me lol, like they weren't developed enough due to the human genes)
Corbin lifted his hands to cup the one's on his cheeks, smiling some.
"Then do it," Corbin said softly. "Stay, even after the wars over. Have this with me every night if we want. Keep by my side…" Corbin bent down, gently kissing Mir with closed eyes.
(Yep!)
Dragomir took the kiss, but when they pulled back for air, he asked softly and worriedly, “Would you let me…? Would you want me for that long…?” He was terrified that eventually Corbin would one day hate him, his ingrained paranoia of being hurt stuck in his brain from years of abuse from Corbin’s kind.
((Hhhhhh soft boiz))
(So soft! Precious beans!)
"Of course I would let you," Corbin said. He moved his hands to Mir's cheeks, cupping his head in his big, strong hands.
"I would want you, always and forever, for as long as you want me." Corbin pulled Mir close, into a great, big, warm hug.
(They went back to soft so fast :0 XD)
(This is a roller coaster relationship. XD)
(*all the uwus)
(It is lmaooooo)
(So cute)
Mir relaxed and pressed his face into Corbin’s shoulder, returning the hug, muttering, “I’ll always want you… I trust you and I know you’ll keep me safe…” He melted into the big bear hug, making a soft sound as Corbin pressed into his tender spots on either side of his spine.
Corbin ran his thumb over the sensitive spot it found itself over, his face finding itself in Mir's hair.
"I'm glad you do… Because it's all true, and I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you."
He koala hugged the bigger man as they sat soaking in the water, nearly floating even without any effort and hummed his enjoyment at the king’s thumb rubbing that good, sensitive spot, shuddering with the gentle tingles they sent up his spine.
Corbin leaned back some in the bath, the water still around them as Mir was resting on Corbin's chest more. The king smiled softly at Mir's reaction to the rubbing, content to just stay like this.
Of course, it was late at night as it was, and Corbin couldn't hold back a yawn for long.
"Shall we get dried off and head to bed?" Corbin asked softly. "There are new sheets under the bed we can use." They'd be needing to, after what they did.
Mir nodded, yawning himself, being triggered by Corbin’s show of exhaustion. “That would be nice… I’m so tired after that…” he blushed, remembering through his mild haze how Corbin had completely dominated him and used him so roughly.
Corbin smiled softly, a blush coming to his own cheeks from the hazy memories. The king picked Mir up, walking out of the bath now. He grabbed the towel, wrapping it around Mir and setting him down for a moment before beginning to dry the halfling off. Even now, he was still controlling, even if it was in such a sweet, caring way.
Dragomir stood unsteadily on his feet, eyes fluttering closed as Corbin cared for him and dried him off, loving every moment of being controlled and cared for, enjoying the domination. He allowed the king to do as he saw fit with Mir.
Corbin dried Dragomir completely off, kissing the man lightly as he wrapped the towel around the halfing again. He left for just a moment, bringing back one of his own big, fluffy, soft, warm robe, more than enough to cover Mir. He took the towel off, helping Mir into the covering. He spoke soft little praises for behaving so well, kissing Mir again with soft lips.
Dragomir made a soft squeak as he was dressed into the dress robe that was so big on him he was swimming in it. When he was praised, his eyes sparkled with happiness, eagerly kissing the king back, wanting to do good and earn more praises, not to mention he loved how soft the king’s lips were against his, making him feel amazing, safe, and cared for…
Corbin pulled Mir close, kissing him with that sweet hum. Corbin pulled back eventually to dry himself off, pulling on a white robe of his own. He picked Mir up bridal style, keeping him close and continuing with the stream of soft little praises.
"You've been so amazing," he cooed softly, bringing Mir back to the bed. "I could have never asked for anyone better to come into my life."
Mir cuddled happily into the king, cooing back non-verbally, looking up at him with complete adoration. He couldn’t believe this was really his life now, just being cared for by the king of the kingdom like he was someone special, bathing in his private baths and being wrapped in his robes, practically swimming in the softness…
Corbin held Mir close, smiling down at him with that sweet smile that Mir seemed to be the only one to receive. The king shifted Mir to one arm, pulling the dirty sheets and the case off the bed to pile to the side, reaching under to pull out fresh ones.
With the new sheets laid out, Corbin crawled into bed with Mir, holding the smaller man close to himself as he tucked them both in.
"Goodnight, Mir…" Corbin said softly, kissing the halfing one last time as he closed his eyes.
Dragomir smiled and nuzzled into the king after they laid down. He happily received the kiss and mumbled back. “Good night, Corbin…” he yawned and murmured, “Love you…” before his eyes shut and he let his exhaustion drift him away, curled in the king’s arms…
"Love you too…" Corbin hoped vaguely in the back of his mind that Dragomir would have a good night, with no nightmares.
The king woke up in the morning to find that, thankfully, nothing had happened the night before. He kept his eyes closed, nuzzling gently against Mir. He hummed in content, enjoying the snuggles.
Then, of course, he remembered what the hell had happened.
And he had to keep himself from shrieking.