"If only your targets knew you could romance a man to death with your words…" Ethari whispered and stole another chaste kiss from his husband.

"They wouldn’t know, because there is only one elf I desire to romance over and over again, for as long as the Moon shines above us," Runaan replied and pushed Ethari down on the bed, their lips soon finding each other again.

The craftsman seemed comforted enough that maybe, perhaps, probably, they could let that sweet mood escalate somewhere further, Runaan thought. He swung one leg over his husband’s waist, pinning him down to the mattress before he started to roll his hips in a slow motion once, twice-

"A-ah, calm down, Shadowpaw. You need to wake up before dawn and go to training with your daughter," Ethari murmured and took a steady hold of the other’s hips, stilling him in place. Runaan was not going to give up so easily and so, he leaned down to latch on his husband’s neck with his mouth, knowing so damn well it always worked on him.

"Ru, really. Tomorrow is a big day and I don’t want Rayla to be concerned about you walking funny while you’re teaching her," Ethari chuckled warmly and patted the assassin's back gently before letting out a soft yawn. Apparently, Runaan’s mischief did not work out tonight. Today was certainly too much for him. - I adore making love with you, but today we both need a full-night sleep. - he added