Mir shuddered and went limp and relaxed when Corbin rubbed one of his tender spots, pleasure fully washing over him again and wiping away his worries, snuggling tight against Corbin, murmuring, “I love you too…” hoping the king would believe him this time. He nosed his way under the folds of the king’s dressing gown so he could lay his cheek directly on Corbin’s skin. His own gown was still falling off of his shoulders.
The beautiful thing was, Corbin did, he believed Mir with all his heart.
"I'm so sorry I doubted you," the king said again softly, holding Mir close. He didn't stop the man from nudging his way underneath his robes, Corbin himself slipping his hand into Mir's to rub his back directly. He was content to stay like this for a while, it seemed.
Mir made soft sounds each time Corbin’s fingers ran over the sensitive spots directly on his skin and cuddled and clung to the king, so happy that Corbin believed him now. He suddenly shed his robe so instead of falling off his shoulders it hung around his waist where it was tied. He did this so the king would have better access to his back to rub.
Corbin blushed some when Mir let the robe drop, his hands pressing gently into the two sensitive spots. He started to massage Mir again like the night before, smiling softly as he gently kissed the halfling, pulling away a moment to pepper little ones over Mir's head.
Mir kissed back with pleasure, blushing and squeaking happy noises when Corbin sprinkled his head with kisses, his eyes shining. He felt so loved and he never wanted it to stop. He keener whenever Corbin messed with the sensitive bumps of skin on his back, the touches shooting electricity up his spine each time.
Corbin smiled some at Mir's reactions to the attention, holding the man close.
"I love you," Corbin mumbled softly into Mir's skin, smiling sweetly. He kept kissing Mir's skin, glad for the robe to be out of the way now.
Dragomir smiled shyly and pushed more of Corbin’s robe out of the way so he could more easily sprinkle his own kisses on the king’s skin, wishing they didn’t ever have to leave the bed today, but knowing that Corbin probably had more important things to do than pamper him all day…
Corbin was so happy with what they were doing now, wrapping his arms securely around Dragomir and holding him close. Eventually, though, he pulled away some, his hands coming to a stop.
"Shall we get ready for the day?" he asked quietly.
Mir whined softly when Corbin stopped, but nodded. “Yeah…” He then looked to see all of last night’s lingerie on the floor and wondered if he should get dressed in it again to scurry back over his room to change into the only clothes he currently had.
Corbin pushed the robe back up onto Mir's chest, humming some. He picked Mir up afterward, holding the man close as he shifted to get off the bed and stand.
"Breakfast or clothes first?"
Mir’s stomach growled loudly at the mention of breakfast, which made his face turn red and bury his face into Corbin’s shoulder, his body having answered for him. He was grateful for the king carrying him though, as his rear end probably wouldn’t be kind to him walking just yet.
Corbinh hummed, chuckling softly at the response he got from Mir. He hugged Mir close, making sure the robe was secure around him. He moved to the table, where breakfast was laid out. Someone had already come into the bedroom, setting out food for them.
Dragomir blushed furiously at the thought of someone coming into the room while they were both passed out in the bed and then reasoned with himself that he’d just have to get used to it. He nuzzled the king’s neck to show his appreciation and affection.
Corbin let out a hum of content at the nuzzling. He leaned his head onto Mir's, sitting at the table with the halfling on his lap. The spread on the table looked amazing, fit for a king.
Mir hummed a quiet song to himself as Corbin sat them both down, curling into the king’s lap, making the soft tune, not yet reaching for the food, feeling tired and trying to get up the motivation to move.
Corbin looked down at Mir, smiling some as the halfling hummed. The king looked to the food, picking up some of it. He was intent on eating it himself, but when he saw how Mir didn't seem to have the energy after the night they had, Corbin offered the food to Mir instead.
Dragomir looked surprised when Corbin offered the food in his hand and looked up at him with questioning eyes, worried that Corbin wasn’t going to eat. Then his belly growled again and he flushed in embarrassment.
Corbin chuckled softly at the growl, smiling encouragingly.
"Here," he said softly. "To satisfy the growling beast." Corbin kissed Mir's cheek lightly. "Don't worry, I'll eat too."
((They’re literally so cute I caaaaaan’t))
(I knowwwwwwwwww they're so sweet I just-)
Dragomir nodded, but instead of using his hands just just ate directly from Corbin’s hand, wolfing down the food, clutching at Corbin’s robe just to remind himself that he was there.
Corbin chuckled some, grabbing a piece of food for himself once Mir had eaten his. He continued like this, alternating between them, with a soft smile. He held Mir close, his second arm never once leaving its position around Mir.
Mir ate hungrily from his king’s hands, feeling like a little pet and he adored it. He smiled up at Corbin between feedings, leaning his head against the human’s chest. He hummed his tune quietly, seeming to be repeating a song over and over.
Corbin was enjoying himself, quite a lot. Mir was his, and the king wanted to take care of him. Feed him, and bathe with him, and love on him, and love with him, he wanted to do it all.
Corbin smiled back, kissing Mir lightly.
"What song is this?" he asked, pulling back some to rest his chin on Mir's head.
Mir shrugged, not knowing. “Just a song that used to play at the bar. Usually when everyone was sad drunk at night.” He took a deep breath and sang in his soft, high voice. “ If I lived in a house with no mirrors, Where the walls didn't talk back at me, Maybe I'd dream a bit bigger, If there was nothin' to see, If I lived in a house with no mirrors, Where the walls didn't pick me apart, Maybe my skin would be thicker, If I lived in a house with no mirrors….” he sang in a way that his magic accidentally slipped out and turned the mood into the feelings that leaked from the lyrics.