#the pianist is turned on during it and the hexstrap might be grabbed

[adashulaz]

Herod was surprised to see Steb sitting on their shared bed when he opened the bedroom door. The man was leaning against the pillows with a book in hand, his uniform folded neatly on a chair. Stebs facial fins fluttered before he looked up, sitting up more properly and lowering his book a bit. Herod dropped the bag he had in his hands, Stebs ears moved down a bit as his fins fluttered again. Herod joined Steb in bed, settling between his legs and resting his head on Stebs thighs.

Herod closed his eyes as his hand held Stebs thigh, his thumb rubbing the skin a bit. Steb hummed and brought a hand to his hair, messing with the strands. Herod hummed, melting into Steb. He looked up when he felt Steb tap his temple. 《What's wrong?》 Stebs face was soft, softer than it typically is. It only made Herod feel weak all over and ready to spill his guts. “Bad day.” Herod turned to lay on his back, looking up at Steb. Steb only traced his features, the touch light and warm.

Herod closed his eyes once more, his free hand rested on his abdomen as his other hand rubbed Stebs thigh. “I played the wrong note in front of a large crowd.” Herod found it easy to speak of his mistakes around Steb. The other made everything seem so much easier. Herod felt as Steb moved his fingers down his throat and to the collar of his shirt before moving them back up to his chin. Steb repeated this action, his touch light and gentle. Herod brought his free hand to Stebs upper arm, his thumb rubbing the skin. “It was an easy song too, I've played it hundreds of times.” Herod opened his eyes, Steb was staring at him. Herod watched as Stebs facial fins fluttered a bit.

“It was a small mistake, everyone makes them.” Herod couldn't help but tense at the sound of Stebs voice, it was always surreal to hear it. Herod knew that Steb didn't speak due to it drying out his throat so the times he did were always special. It's how you knew you could trust his word. Herod relaxed as he nodded, closing his eyes again. “I'm sure it still sounded beautiful, even with the mistake.” Herod only smiled at the words, moving his hand from Stebs upper arm to grab his hand. Herod brought Stebs hand to his lips, pressing them against Stebs knuckles.

Herod heard as Steb let out a content noise, his thumb rubbing against Herods bottom lip. Herod opened his eyes and moved to sit up on his elbows, leaning up towards Steb. Stebs facial fins fluttered as he cradled Herods face. “I could play it for you.” Herod spoke quietly, his eyes moving to Stebs lips. Steb hummed, his fingertips tapped the bottom of Herods chin.

“That would be nice.” Steb pulled Herod into a kiss. Herod hummed, pulling away just enough to sit up properly and straddle Stebs lap. Steb only pulled Herod close again, connecting their lips. Herod couldn't help but melt as Steb moved his hands to his hips, pulling him closer. Herod cupped Stebs face, careful of his gils. When they parted, Herod gave a small smile as Stebs facial fins fluttered. “I love you.” The words left his lips like a whisper, his eyes stared into Stebs blue ones. Stebs eyes widened a bit before his fins flared a bit.

Herod smiled when Steb let out a noise that was a mix of a coo and a squeal, pulling Herod close and nuzzling his neck. Herod put a hand on the back of Stebs head, messing with his hair a bit. The noise was accompanied with Stebs facial fins fluttering, tickling his neck a bit. It was nice, it made everything seem so much better.