#MAN. THIS ISNT ANYTHING TO WRITE HOME ABT BUT GODS I DO LOVE NECK SMOOCHES

[definitelynotshouting]

sometimes u are bit with the scarian rabies and the only cure is to write neck smooches about it

thanks @squish--squash for the unintended prompt, heres a funky little unedited snippet for your woes and troubles<3

Scar has his hands on him before the door even closes; Grian's pushed against the warm sandstone wall with one firm shove. Scar crowds in after him, nuzzling into the space between his neck and shoulder, sending shivers up Grian's trapped spine. "Hi, Scar," Grian says, a little punched-out, and a whole lot breathless. "Hi, yourself," Scar murmurs against his neck. He presses a close-lipped kiss to Grian's carotid. Hovers there, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. "Border look okay?" "Border was fine," Grian scrapes out as Scar nudges his head further to the side. "Uh, Scar, are you– this isn't very normal, Scar." "Sure it is," Scar says, pressing another kiss to Grian's neck. He pauses. Dips to press another, and this time his mouth opens slightly, chapped lips gently scraping. Grian goes rigid as a wave of heat rushes through him. "You were gone! I missed you." "I was gone for ten minutes." "And I missed you for ten minutes," Scar responds patiently. His lips curve into a smile against Grian's neck, then a small trail of kisses are peppered into his skin from collarbone to jaw. Each one goes off like a firecracker, scattering sparks beneath his sternum. Grian lets out a shaky breath. "Scar–" he says, because someone needs to have sense around here. "Scar, if we're caught being distracted–" In direct response, Scar folds two soft kisses into the corner of Grian's jaw, just underneath his ear. Every inch of him melts; Scar's large hands curl into the fabric over his waist, holding him steady. "What was that?" Scar's voice is light and sunny. "Sorry, G, I don't think I heard you there–" "I'm going to kill you," Grian says when he's caught his breath, surprisingly even. He reaches up with both hands to grip Scar's shoulders, digging his nails into thin grey skin. "Stop teasing and actually kiss me." "Hey, I thought I was the one giving orders around here," Scar grins, but does as he's told without any further complaint.