Corbin finished soon, moving down some to rinse Mir off. With that over now, Corbin pulled the lotion over, pouring some onto his palm and rubbing it between his hands before beginning to massage it into Mir with a hum. This, this smelled just like Corbin did.
Mir sniffed a bit, his pupils dilating with happiness as he smelled what Corbin smelled like, and grinned and held still with a soft groan as Corbin massaged the thick liquid into his white skin. “Mm, it smells just like you, Master…”
"So it does… Just one more way to let everyone know just who's you are~.." Corbin smiled gently as he continued to apply the lotion.
"Love you, Dragomir."
Mir grinned at Corbin’s extra claim over him. He leaned up and nosed the king’s cheek before kissing it. “Love you too, Corbin.” He shifted every now and again to help the king apply the lotion easily.
Corbin kissed Mir's cheek in turn, his hands running down Mir's arms as he rubbed the lotion in. He took his time applying it, savoring every moment, every touch on Mir's body.
Mir was totally relaxed by the time they were, done, bordering on sleepy even if it was still the middle of the afternoon. He wondered if he could get a snack to eat before they started trying on his clothes. He wondered what Corbin had got him?
Once both Mir and Corbin was doing in the bath, Corbin lifted Mir close and carried the halfling out, grabbing a towel for both of them to wrap up in. Corbin kissed Mir's head, smiling some.
"Snack or clothes first?" He asked, as of he could read Mir's thoughts.
Mir squeaked when he was lifted and carried out of the bath. When he was kissed and asked the question though, he thought for a moment before responding, “Mmm…. Would- would it be possible to have a snack brought here so I can try on the clothes while we wait for it? I um… I kind of don’t want to go anywhere other than our rooms anymore today… I know it sounds weird, sorry…”
"Yes, we can easily do that," Corbin confirmed, hugging Mir close as he dried them both off.
"And it doesn't sound weird at all. Really, I have to agree, I don't want to go much anywhere else either. I'd much rather spend time here with you." Corbin smiled gently, carrying them both still towel wrapped into the bedroom.
"Though… We did make quite the mess in here. Perhaps at should continue this in your room…"
Dragomir’s eyes widened at the mess and he turned bright red. “Um… Maybe I should clean up… Then we can move to my room if you still want to?” Who else would clean the mess up?? He felt slightly nauseous at the thought of another servant cleaning up this sort of mess that everyone would know they both caused. He highly doubted that the talk wouldn’t get spread once a servant saw their spend all over.
"Are you sure you want to?" Corbin asked, holding Mir close without looking at the mess again. The servants would talk, for sure, but isn't that what they wanted? But even if they didn't… Well, there would be no questioning with what Corbin had gotten for Mir to wear.
"It might take some time…" Besides, a servant had cleaned up what they'd done the night before as well.
The halfling also realized that and grimaced. “Never mind… Let’s- I don’t want to see it anymore… Let’s just get dressed and go to my room…”He deliberately avoided looking at the scene again, keeping his eyes turned away from it. “I want to see what perverted costumes you got me, exactly~” he teased, not actually thinking they were all that bad…. But from the sound of Corbin’s author, it would be much worse than he thought…
Is was going to be extremely horrible and Mir might as well not be wearing any clothes at all according to this author, which made all of this just that much more deliciously hilarious.
"Yes, let's head out. At least you have an idea of just what's in store for you, then~" Corbin grabbed two robes for both of them, these more suited for wear out of the room then the ones the day before. Well, at least for Corbin.
Of course, for Mir, he was swimming in the robe again. He sighed and just tried to wrap it as tight as he could, almost kimono style, and clutched the neckline closed. He tried to walk after dressing but his legs gave out from under him after two steps. “Gods dammit. You really went hard this time, Master…” The concubine moaned, feeling mild pain.
Corbin had been by Mir's side, arms quickly gonna around the halfling to catch him.
"Yes… Was it too hard?" Corbin held Mir close, picking him up again. The king made sure the rivers are still securely around Mir, keeping his touch gentle.
Mir chuckled. “Eh, only if you don’t want to have to keep carrying me around. Honestly it was worth it though. You being so rough felt really good…” He leaned up and kissed the king’s cheek before settling back into his arms for the trip over to his rooms, rather excited to try on his clothes. He’d be a blushing mess instead though, soon.
"Well, see, I quite enjoy carrying you around, and going rough. I'm glad you enjoyed it too." Corbin smiled softly, carrying Mir out. There was a hush in the hall, the kind that only came when the people brought gossiped about came into the room. Corbin ignored them, opening the door to Mir's room and setting the halfling down in a soft chair.
Mir buried his face shyly in Corbin’s robes when they walked out, feeling anxious from the hushed silence, and feeling grateful when he was set down and looked around to see where the clothes had been set down. He could probably still get dressed by himself despite being slightly immobile at the moment.
The clothes were set on the bed, placed in just the right way say that they all seemed normal. Corbin picked up one pair of pants, offering them to Mir.
"Shall I help~?" The king offered, the pants held carefully to hide the secret in the back- or the lack there of.
Mir nodded. “If you want. Pants might be a little hard for me…” He braced to help the other slide them on a bit easier. He felt relieved when he saw all the clothes, thinking they all seemed perfectly fine.
(snickers Oh this poor boi…)
((POV: you’re the poor tailor who had to receive this order XD))
(XD XD XD)
(Ooop-)
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Corbin nodded, moving to push the pants onto Mir's legs.
"There are more pants to try than shirts," Corbin mentioned. "Many of the shirts are duplicates of another, until we find another style that will look good on you." Corbin fastened the pants onto Mir, humming some.
"There, you're do they fit~?" They reached Mir's ankles, but it seemed that he would still be able to feel the chair under him completely unhindered to just at the beginning of his thighs…