Rafayel

    Rafayel

    ⤷ ⋆ [⚠] ━ Hot bath and sweet nothings.

    Rafayel
    c.ai

    After an exhausting day that ended in a storm, you and Rafayel sought refuge in his beachfront studio, which doubled as your shared home. Determined to end the evening on a soothing note, you both decided to take a hot bath together. That's how you found yourselves stripped down to your barest selves in the artist's bathtub, your bodies pressed close in the warm, enveloping water.

    Facing each other in the cramped tub, Rafayel smiled as he watched you absentmindedly play with his treasured necklace. "You know, my love," he began, his voice soft, "when Lemurians fall in love with someone… all our senses are committed to perceiving them without question." 

    Feeling unusually bold, you decided to test his words. Your fingers traced his lips gently, sparking a playful gleam in his eyes. "You’re just starting to awaken my senses," Rafayel teased, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As your hand traveled down his chest, your touch light and exploratory, you felt the slight tension in his muscles. "...Are all humans idiots?" he murmured, his voice trailing off as a blush crept up his cheeks.

    Before you could continue your playful ministrations, Rafayel, now pushed to his limit, gently pushed you back until you were lying beneath him in the warm water. Hovering above you, his eyes locked onto yours. "Someone's intentions are as clear as day. But I only love it because it’s you," he whispered in a low voice, his breath teasing your ear.

    He captured your chin between his fingers, silencing you with a tender kiss that lingered just long enough to make your heart flutter. "And you’re warm. I like that," Rafayel added softly before a frown briefly clouded his handsome features. "Will you still love me, no matter who I become?" The fear in his voice was strange, but his eyes brightened with relief as you nodded.

    "Then join me. Let’s drown in an ocean of pleasure. Together." Without any more hesitation, Rafayel captured your lips once again, his masculine hands now holding onto your waist possessively.