Eyes as Green as Jealousy [Closed to Mikh'tan]

[immortalmarshal]

[Cor doesn't mind being out and about with Mikh'tan in the Ul'dahn markets. There's plenty of items on sale, and they do stick with the more popular stalls and walkways today. They're just browsing right now, seeing if there's anything interesting or fun to be tempted by. Though eventually, they will have to make their way over to the area that mainly caters to adventurers just to try and stock up on essentials...

[It was silly earlier, when some other miqo'te teases Mikh'tan in a friendly way. It was clearly harmless, joking really, but seeing his Miqo getting all red was cute. That was cute.

[It is not cute now, when there's some not-so-handsome merchant is trying to flirt with him. Like, bluntly flirt with him, openly gazing over his body and such. This is not funny, and Cor is frowning as the merchant keeps trying to woo Mikh'tan firmly...and not so well, either.]

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[darlingdatura]

[It had been different, to be sure. The other miqo'te had only been teasing, had clearly recognized that Mikka and Cor were more than just adventuring partners. It had been all in good fun, his flirting, only enough until Mikka had turned pink and then he'd let up. As shy as he was, even Mikka had a bit of fun with that interaction, even if it left him a bit flustered.

This interaction was not as fun. The merchant either didn't realize that he was spoken for or didn't care, and didn't seem to care that his comments were making the little miqo'te uncomfortable. Though from the leering sort of edge to his smile, it might have been part of the 'fun' for him, making Mikka so unsettled. It was likely unsurprising to Cor, to see his partner effectively shutting down in the face of such blatant, unpleasant behavior, cringing back with an uneasy curl of his tail when a hand reaches out to linger overlong in a touch against his arm.]

[immortalmarshal]

[That Mikka is clearly uncomfortable is only making it worse. But a part of him is just insulted that someone was interested in his Miqo'te in a serious manner. And if his eyes could change colors, they would match an emerald - no, a glowing green elemental crystal.

As soon as Mikka is touched by that merchant, Cor immediately steps in. He normally doesn't get this physically aggressive, so it's likely shocking that he literally smacks that hand away from Mikka.]

He's not interested, asshole! Leave him alone!

[darlingdatura]

[Cor was generally even-tempered and calm. It took a lot to rile the man, which meant it was indeed quite startling when he responded so quickly, slapping the merchant's hand from Mikka, all but shouting at him.]

Oh surely there's been some sort of misunderstanding- [While the wary merchant immediately turned to capitulating and soothing, Mikka wasted no time in edging back, letting himself all but vanish behind his larger companion for the moment, unsettled by the attention and admittedly a bit humiliated in how he'd shut down in response to it.]

[immortalmarshal]

No, there's no misunderstanding here. He's not available, so drop it!

[There's a certain growl in Cor's voice that he rarely uses outside of the bedroom. And the stern glare he is giving the merchant would have turned him to naught but ash, were it able to burn. And before the merchant could say more, he grabs Mikka's hand and starts to half-pull, half-lead him off to Pearl Lane. Maybe as a short-cut to the inn?]

[darlingdatura]

[Mikka was unprepared for Cor to be so responsive over what happened, a soft blurt of surprise slipping from him as his hand was taken, and he stumbled a few steps before he regained balance to hurry after. Not resisting the pull, not trying to get out of Cor's grasp as he followed him hastily, not really thinking anything of the way they were going, trusting that the other knew what he was about.]

[immortalmarshal]

[Cor eventually leads them towards the direction of the inn, but doesn't actually goes near it. Instead, he leads him down the nearest empty alley and pins him up against one of the walls.]

That bastard had no right touching you like that...

[And then he leans in to kiss Mikka possessively.]

[darlingdatura]

Cor...?

[Mikka wasn't sure why they'd gone this way, ears flicking with uncertain confusion at the low growled comment from him.]

It's alright n-

[Whatever assurance he'd wanted to offer in that soft tone was cut off by the feel of cool limestone against his back, the sudden press of Cor's lips against his in a kiss that he had no real option but to submit to in the moment. Not that he minded it- but it was definitely surprising in the moment.]

[immortalmarshal]

[A low rumble rises from his throat. As much as he enjoys being in this Aura body, his more draconic instincts sometimes kick in around those who has dug their claws into his heart. Which is why he kisses him possessively until they both need air.]

...I know. But still...you are like the most precious treasure to me. And you know how we dragons are about our treasures...

[There's a certain glint in his eyes - the kind of glint he gets when he's in a certain Mood to make Mikka unable to walk normally the next morning, even as he starts to run his hands slowly down the other man's body...]

[darlingdatura]

[That low rumble just makes Mikka's tail frizz, face flushed by the time Cor breaks the kiss so they can both breathe, a faint tremor running through him.]

I- I've heard as much, yes- [He certainly wasn't trying to move away, not with that look in Cor's eyes, though the hands moving over him just earned a startled little gasp from him.]

H-here? C-can we at least... the room?

[immortalmarshal]

[Cor is very pleased that Mikka isn't moving away, and is being an obedient little 'treasure' by letting his hands roam over his body. A wicked grin graces his face.]

Maybe in a bit...but first, I must make sure that none could mistake you as anything other than mine...

[he kisses him again, even as he starts to undo the smaller man's clothes. His own arousal begins to strain against his pants, even as he starts to press it up against his lover's body...]

[darlingdatura]

[Mikka blinked at the grin on Cor's face, the implications in what he said before another kiss stopped any argument. Not that he was really going to protest overmuch, especially not with those hands moving over him, plucking at the ties of his vest and shirt. And the press of his lover's arousal against him just had a frisson of lust jolting through him, earning a muffled little whine of enjoyment despite how shy he definitely was about where they were.]