Home is Where the Heart is (Patreon)

Title cover for a fic featuring Kirik and Tirnael.
CW for Shadowbringer spoilers

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Homesickness was a thing that Kirik knew well but it had never been so bad as the situation in Novrant. Everything that had happened during that period had twisted a knife in his gut over and over, relentless and merciless. He had almost lost his friends, the found family he had come to love with all his heart, he had nearly lost Tirnael, his Sun, and he had very nearly lost himself.

Upon returning home there had been a discussion; Kirik loved their home in Gridania, the first house he had ever owned and best of all the first house he had shared with his lover. But he wanted to be closer to where he had grown up, to the Ruby Sea and his blood family, especially with all that had been happening since their return.

He had a feeling that Tirnael felt similar; a protectiveness for the place of his birth and after much debate they had settled on a house in an area close enough to both their homelands to give them both some peace of mind.

But moving to Shirogane came with having to completely redo the inside of the house and the moment their good friend Honomo saw what they were attempting they were shooed out and she took over. Kirik did not mind in the least, exhausted and in need of relaxation; he was only too happy to allow her full reign. She knew what she was doing when it came to decor and he, well, not so much. He did better building pieces and attending to the yard anyway, as did Tir, who, as soon as they had decided on a house and bought the property, had staked up the yurt they had spent much of their early days living in before the first house had been bought.

It was that tent, small but cozy, that they would stay in while the interior was worked on.

Tirnael had set it up with their old bedding; thick blankets, furs and some of the pillows Kirik had originally made for them. This was home, he had insisted and Kirik had not argued, merely smiled.

And in the end it really was, wasn't it? Their new house was just a shell; empty, devoid of memories. It was not home yet. Eventually it would be, Kirik mused, tending to the garden outside in the dimming afternoon light. He could smell a pot of fish stew cooking over a little fire they had set up and could hear Tirnael working on tuning his gun, tinkering away just outside of the tent. Small things that made this more like home.

Kirik paused in clipping the wisteria into shape to watch Tirnael out of the corner of his eye. His lover had his face twisted in concentration, at times the tip of his pink tongue poked between his lips when he was very focused. Kirik found it immensely endearing.

His heart thudded for a moment and Kirik glanced away, sure he was blushing.

It was about that time that the workers took their leave of the house, followed by Honomo. The diminutive lalafell waved to Kirik, gave a smile and nod before making her way home. Kirik waved back and paused to glance over his shoulder.

"Looks like they're done for the day."

Tirnael didn't quite glance up, still engrossed. "Bout time. They're noisy in there."

Kirik bottled a laugh.

"Says the man who works with explosives."

Tirnael flashed him a toothy grin and Kirik really did flush, his fat tail giving a small wiggle.

He decided he had done enough trimming for the evening and ambled over to Tirnael with some of the clipped flowers, plopping one down on his head.

Tirnael scrunched up his face and blew a flower out of his eyes.

"I heard from Honomo she thinks it will only be a week more." Kirik told him. He sat beside him, settled comfortably. He had learned quickly not to mess with Tirnael's mechanical bits and pieces. With his luck he would cause something to explode. At least now he had grown comfortable being this close.

"Hm." Tirnael hummed at him, glancing past his flower hat at Kirik. "She said that last week."

That delay had been nothing to do with Honomo but a shipping issue that had arisen. Kirik could not help but make a small snort remembering the sheer disgust on Honomo's face when she heard.

"No shipping delays this time." Kirik teased and leaned in to kiss at Tirnael's shoulder.

"I'm in no rush, we already have a house." Tirnael murmured back at him.

"I know you'll like the extra space to work on your machinery inside." Kirik reminded him with a little laugh.

"I suppose there is that."

The salt air was rough on metal, something Tirnael was fast learning and now that they lived so close to the sea it was something that had to be taken into account.

Kirik leaned into him and smiled.

"It's not like we have to take the tent down." He gently reminded. "I like it being up."

Tirnael turned his head, mindful not to lock their horns. He pressed his brow against Kirik's, nuzzled affectionately.

After all this tent had been where they spent much of the beginning of their relationship. It had been home before they had managed to even afford their first house. There were many memories tied to the waxed canvas and since it had come back out Kirik was reminded daily of little moments that had been pushed into the back of his mind. Things he would never let go of again.

Not after how close they had come to losing one another.

"Think you're at a stopping point?" Kirik asked. "The stew smells ready."

"I could eat." Tirnael grinned.

Together they wandered to the pot and served up two bowls, settling in the grass to watch the sunset and eat. Full of crab, various fish, mollusks and bits of seaweed it was a filling dinner.

Kirik's cooking had improved much since they had first met; helped that he had had pointers from their friend Surelin, whose cooking blew everyone else's out of the water. A fair touch better than the simple fair they usually had back in the beginning, though Tirnael had never complained.

Kirik smiled around a spoonful and glanced up at Tirnael. In the light of sunset and fire he was stunning as ever. He could never get the image of their first meeting out of his mind; Tirnael, splendid, full of energy and challenging patrons in that tavern. Kirik could not remember the damn name of it but it didn't matter. He remembered everything else like it was yesterday.

Surelin had seen the way he was dumbstruck by Tirnael and had shoved him into the other man and that had been that. Tirnael had tipped up his chin and asked him the question that he had already known the answer to. Are you my Nhaama? It had been like nothing else he had ever felt and the words ‘yes’ had spilled from his mouth faster than anything he had ever said before.

That had been a decidedly… energetic night.

Kirik flushed into his bowl, lost in thought.

"The soup isn't that spicy, why are you blushing?"

Kirik glanced up and burned hotter.

"N-nothing, really."

Tirnael squinted at him and Kirik knew he was caught.

"I was just thinking," he said, glancing down at the bowl resting low on his thigh, "About when we met."

Tirnael grinned fiendishly, barked a laugh. "Oh that is why you are red!"

Kirik burned hotter but found himself smiling; that grin of his did him in every time.

"It was a memorable night!" Kirik protested.

Tirnael smiled, a warm one that made his red eyes softened. That look could melt him…

"It was." He set his bowl aside and leaned over, cupped Kirik's cheek and in that moment Kirik melted into it, heat rippling down his body, heart swelling.

"After all, I found my Nhaama." Tirnael said, voice laced with adoration.

He pulled Kirik in and kissed him, a light, sweet brush of lips that had Kirik's head spinning. They nuzzled noses, eyes locked. Kirik could not stop the heat flooding his cheeks. It was near painful how much he loved his mate.

They had been through so much, had grown together, had struggled. There had been periods of separation that had strained them both. The stay in Ishgard had been a rough period, not knowing where the other was, if they were safe, but it had been nothing compared to their time on the First.

Especially, Kirik thought, for Tirnael.

Their separation had been so much longer for Tirnael and Kirik remembered the disbelieving look on his face when they reunited. Remembered how he had clung to him, how he had cried and kissed his face. A year for Tirnael not knowing if he would ever see him again.

Then of course wondering whether Kirik would be consumed by the Light.

The signs of how close it had been were subtle at this point; pale rings around his pupils, a bit of bleaching of his scales and hair. New pale freckles scattered across the chest and shoulders. He had been lucky. He had lived.

And now, home, facing a rare lull, Kirik wanted nothing more than to chase those painful memories back and replace them with something warm and good.

"Do you want to stargaze tonight?" Kirik asked softly.

"How could I say no?" Tirnael asked and kissed him, melting Kirik all over again.

They sat for a while, discussing the day while they finished their meal. It felt like an eternity since they had been able to just exist without worrying about what tomorrow would bring. They continued talking while they put away dinner and washed the dishes; small pieces of gossip, news about friends and family and ideas for the new house. Tirnael still insisted on calling it the second house - after all, to him if there was a tent in the yard that was home.

Yet at least he seemed excited when they discussed it for it was something shared between them, special in what it meant. Theirs.

Kirik glanced at it as he put away the old travel dishes in their case, quietly excited to have a home with Tirnael. He had grown up in houses, not tents, and to share one with Tirnael… was as much a declaration of their feelings for each other as a marriage proposal. He knew in Tirnael’s eyes they were already married - a fact that had struck Kirik breathless the first time he had realized it - and it still made butterflies dance in his stomach when he thought about it now.

To think, his husband.

Kirik was blushing again and he thanked the darkening skies for hiding it.

“Hey! I forgot we had this.”

Kirik glanced over his shoulder to see Tirnael holding up a bottle of something. He recognized it as a bottle of sake he had purchased while they were passing through Kugane not long before the house purchase. He had all but forgotten about it.

“We should have some.” Kirik said, hurriedly rustling in the small box that hosted their traveling dishes. He brought out some small wooden cups and grinned at Tirnael. “It’s been forever.”

They settled partially in the tent, lounging among the pillows and across soft furs. The night air was cool; laced with wisteria and salt. Kirik carefully poured them each a glass and with a smile made a toasting gesture to his mate. Tirnael grinned back and returned the gesture; together they sipped.

A cloudy sake, on the sweeter side, with a bit of milkiness to it and citrus tang. That was especially appealing to Kirik. He licked his lips and took another sip, savored it. He closed his eyes and leaned in against Tirnael, the other man’s warmth seeping into him.

Tirnael made a noise and Kirik glanced up, worried for a moment that he had not liked the sake.

When he saw his mate’s eyes shimmering bright and excited he stifled a laugh.

“You like it?”

“It actually tastes good!”

Alcohol that tasted like anything other than burning was a plus in Tirnael’s eyes and he was always thrilled when they ran across it. Kirik tended to try to ask about the taste of what he was interested in rather than risk it after a particularly bad episode when he had first come ashore. Some places were nice enough to let him sample. This had been one such place and Kirik had at the time been thrilled to share it with Tirnael. He could not remember what had distracted him from sharing it with him that night but he found himself happier that they were sharing it now.

Tirnael drank down the rest and Kirik poured him another, wrinkling his nose playfully at him.

They lay together like that, leaning into one another to watch the twinkling lights above with sake warming the core of their bellies. Kirik wormed his hand into Tirnael’s and Tir held his hand close, squeezed gently and brought his knuckles to his lips. The kiss was soft, feather light and Kirik’s breath caught in his throat.

“I think I am starting to like it here.” Tirnael admitted quietly, lips ghosting across the skin of Kirik’s hand, tickling across the knuckles and delicate tendon below.

“Me too.” Kirik said.

Perhaps the multiple cups of sake had gone to his head but he felt warm and fuzzy in the best of ways, cuddled tight into Tirnael’s side.

He knew that the sea brought out mixed feelings for Tirnael given the way he had arrived in Eorzea had been as a captive aboard a pirate ship and it had only been a wild escape that had kept him from an uncertain fate. He did not care much for pirates nor seemed particularly keen to be too close to the waters they liked to inhabit.

But he knew Kirik loved the ocean and here they were, within walking distance of a beach that smelled and felt like Kirik’s childhood home.

“I love you.”

Kirik glanced up at Tirnael, all of him gone hot at those words. Tirnael was looking at him, head tilted, his wild hair partially falling into fierce eyes. Kirik gulped.

“I love you too.” He whispered.

He should have been prepared for the kiss that came next but he had been too invested in the other man's beautiful eyes and as Tirnael cupped his face and pressed to him he shivered happily. His own hand curled up and clenched lightly in the long tail of ruddy hair, other cupping Tirnael's cheek as their lips caressed, tips of tongues lightly tracing. Citrus lingered between their mouths and colored the wash of breath between them.

For a span of several shuddery breaths there was only this; the starry skies, sweet kisses and the heat of Tirnael's body against his own.

Tirnael pulled back slowly, stroked his thumb along Kirik's cheek. Glossy eyed and giddy Kirik stared up at him, his heart pounding a beat against his ribs.

"What a face." Tirnael teased with a smile.

"I can't help it when you kiss me like that." Kirik grumbled, smiling despite himself, half hiding his face with a hand.

Tirnael peeled it away and kissed his face; forehead, cheek, down to his lips again and this time the kiss was deeper, sensuous. Kirik shuddered, tongue tracing Tir's, teeth scraping lightly along lips. Tirnael's hand clenched in his hair and Kirik gripped a hand on his thigh, a shaky  moan escaping between them. Tir had him all but putty in his hands at that point. Kirik would have laughed if his lips were not already occupied with Tirnael's, slick and desperately hungry.

Tirnael drew back from him, lazily, a crooked half smile tugging the corner of his mouth up. He nudged his nose against Kirik's jaw and a sigh escaped Kirik followed by a rattly little shiver.

"Shameless…" Kirik mock chided him but there was not a hint of real disapproval in his tone.

"Always." Tirnael chirped amicably against his throat where he kissed and nibbled till Kirik's tail arched and twitched. Oh he knew just where to kiss…

Tir leaned into him till Kirik lowered to the ground, gasping at a frisky nip and the smooth sweep of strong hands down his sides to grip his hips. Under him the furs cushioned, soft and tickling and above the heat of Tirnael leaning inward, mouth raining affection on his throat and jaw.

"Mn… Tir." Kirik sighed, worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

They had not had much time for this recently; too much had been happening and then the desperate need to get some rest. Run so ragged he had slept near a full day when it was all over. Would have slept more if not for the fear of waking to Tir not by his side. He woke often, reassured only by his touch.

Here and now it was so potent, so visceral and his hips kipped into the knead of fingers limber and deft from untold hours of mechanical tinkering. Bared his throat to the wash of his breath, the scrape of teeth and press of lips soft to his pulse.

Those fingers rose to pluck his shirt open and Kirik's heart jolted, thumping its excitement against the cage of his ribs. Kirik welcomed the brush of lips and flick of tongue, moaned as Tir supped upon a nipple till it throbbed.

Tirnael knew his body inside and out at this point. There was not an inch of him that the man had not mapped and he knew each and every spot that made his blood race. Tonight he was merciless in his teasing. Teeth and tongue caressed over pec and nipple, left little love bites that drew moans of approval from his lips.

"Mnh Tir, the tent flap is… hah, wide open…"

Tirnael grinned at him, sucking a nipple roughly before leaning in closer.

"It's late, I'm sure it's fine."

He pressed a kiss to Kirik's lips and whispered.

"And if anyone catches us, well, lucky them hm?"

Kirik flushed hotly. Tirnael knew him too well. Shy and proper as he might be there was excitement in being 'bad'. The thrill of potentially being caught. Kirik grumbled half heartedly against his lips and Tirnael chuckled, kissed him soundly and ground their hips together.

They kissed, long and slow, hips rolling together till their breath puffed unsteady between. Kirik was aching; hands clenched in the thin dark shirt hanging loosely on Tir's lean frame.

His beautiful love. Kirik nuzzled at him, mumbling barely coherent praise against soft skin and scale. Tirnael smiled against him and hooked his fingers in the hem of Kirik's loose trousers.

They were yanked down and off, Kirik's boots with them and Tirnael pressed an open mouth kiss to his ribs and belly. Along the line of hip bone he nipped and nibbled and Kirik squirmed, an audible squeak bursting from his lips before he could quiet it. Tirnael grinned toothily and dipped lower, dragging his teeth along inner thigh and looked to be gloating as Kirik gasped and gripped the furs.

His breath was the first caress he felt along his vulva, a puff of want that had him reeling. Excitement a razor wire that he teetered on and when lips brushed him soft and slow he groaned raggedly.

"Nmh… oh Twelve...Tir…!" It came out more as an exhalation, raw and catching in his throat.

Wet tip of tongue drug between his folds, flicked across the jut of his clit, setting the already achy thing to throbbing. Tir mouthed it, pursed his lips around it and sucked. Kirik's hips rose, popping off the furs and into the attentive suckle.

His lover's hands gripped his hips, steadied him as he sucked, tongue at times flicking down to tease between the folds in fluttery passes. Kirik bit his lower lip and fought the urge to howl his approval of Tirnael's talented mouth. Oh the whole neighborhood would know Tirnael's talents if they were not careful! Kirik writhed in place, hips stuttering in the cage of Tir's hands, soft moans and bitten off cries bubbling past his lips despite himself.

Tirnael's eyes glittered like ruby, low lashed and watching him closely. Kirik flushed hot when their eyes met and near covered his face. After all this time he still got flustered when Tir looked at him like this. Yet that fact only riled him that much more. Oh how Tirnael knew his buttons.

He ground his head back against the blankets, a breathy moan escaped past clenched teeth. His hips writhed, jolting against Tirnael's mouth, hot tongue rolling between folds. His merciless attention finally drew from him a strangled cry and a shaking climax.

He squirmed and writhed, whimpering as Tir kept going. Waves of pleasure washed over him, breath caught in his lungs. Fiery, a blaze that seized him, squeezed and did not let him breathe for a span of several heartbeats. His clit throbbed hard and with his tongue pressed firmly to it Kirik was sure he would lose it again.

"Nngh T-Tir…!"

Another suckle and he lost it again, a ragged groan breaking the evening air. Fingers viced in Tirnael’s hair, curled around ruddy strands as Kirik rode his tongue and struggled for every panting breath.

Mercy was given after no less than three more shuddering climaxes and Kirik was limp in his hands. Kirik groaned, shaky hands carefully smoothed back Tirnael's hair. His lover crawled up his body and caught his chin, kissed him gently. Kirik tasted himself on his lips, tart on his tongue.

"Think you can keep quiet?" Tirnael asked, a touch breathless as he pressed his clothed loins pointedly against Kirik.

Kirik muffled a moan and nodded despite knowing it was likely a lie. He was past caring, not when he was hot and aching, not with Tirnael so hard against him. He reached between them and caught at the ties of Tirnael’s trousers, tugged them open and caught his breath when the eager length popped free, arching proudly toward his questing fingers.

A sigh drew from Tirnael’s lips and Kirik smiled. His smile was stolen by a kiss and Tirnael’s hand around his wrist, drawing his hand back upon the furs to pin.

He ground again, naked skin to skin and gathered slick upon his cock. The friction drew an eager groan from Kirik. He attempted to angle his hips but Tir adjusted playfully, unwilling to sheath himself just yet.

Kirik whined up at him and earned a laugh and another kiss which, at least to him, was just as good. He could kiss Tirnael all day…

Tir, still kissing him breathless, finally shifted his hips and the ruddy crown parted him open, slipped to the hilt in one leisurely thrust. Kirik tensed, an elated groan bubbling between their lips. Tirnael's cock throbbed in his core, crown nudged against his sweet spot. He hadn't even moved yet and still Kirik shivered in delight.

Warm hands cupped his cheeks and soft kisses washed across his face, as if trying to map each pale freckle upon his skin.

"Haaa… my beloved Nhaama…" Tirnael breathed, laced with love and desire.

Kirik breathlessly tipped his head to chase his love's lips, moaning approval when Tir gave him the heat of his mouth and slowly rut his hips forward. Their loins ground together, trapped clit throbbing hard. Tir's lean hips began a wicked dance, leisurely and deep. Kirik's toes curled in the furs, thick tail quivering. A muffled curse burst between their lips, Kirik's hands clenched in the loose fabric of Tir's shirt.

In the moment there was nothing in the world but this pocket of time. The tent and Tir were all that existed in the full expanse of the universe and Kirik gladly forgot the scars of the First. Cast the bitter memory of fear aside for the visceral brush of skin on skin, questing hands and where Tir nestled hot in his core.

"Nhh, my ...love…!" Kirik's voice broke against Tirnael's chin, a shivery inhale.

Tirnael's lithe frame blanketed him, hips rolling and the soft slap of flesh on flesh drifted on the night air in time with their gasped words of affection.

Hot, rough kisses pressed to his jaw, along his throat. Tirnael's breath came ragged, thrusts sharper. Grown desperate. His grip shifted, dragged down to anchor Kirik's hips as his ardor drove him. It was a solid grasp, fingers dug slightly into the meat of upper thigh and curving hip. He brought Kirik to meet his thrusts, strong, ravenous motions that stole Kirik's breath and drove thought from his head.

There was the muffled clack of shoes on the walk above their tent, hushed drunken laughter but Tirnael did not stop for a second, no, the passersby seemed to egg him on and he growled against Kirik's throat, hammering away till Kirik came with an elated cry beneath him. He swooped in quickly, a hand clamped over Kirik's mouth to silence him as he shook in his arms, legs locked on his pumping hips.

"That's it…" Tirnael purred low, still pumping deep and hard.

The passersby didn't seem to notice, their noisy steps faded away.

Kirik whimpered behind Tirnael's hand, painfully aroused. Unable to focus past the clap of flesh on flesh and the wicked sparkle in his lover's eyes. Tirnael had him worked up beyond belief; tender muscles fluttering frantically as he was pushed to the edge again in short order.

"Mm good boy." Tirnael praised under his breath, "I've got you, let go."

Tirnael drove into him with growing urgency, hips beginning to stutter. Kirik whimpered eagerly, grinding up to meet each inward piston. Tirnael was close.

Tirnael's hand clenched where it cupped his mouth, nose pressed to his cheek as he gave a ragged groan. He shuddered,  dark tail twitching. Climax hit him hard then and his hips ground, another low, feral growl puffed against Kirik's cheek.

Ropes of come strung his inner walls, Tirnael's cock jolting through the throes.

"Haaa… fuck, oh Kirik." He breathed unsteady and nuzzled against him, cheek to cheek. Gently he peeled his hand from Kirik's mouth and drew him in, pressed kisses to trembling lips and stroked wayward hairs from pale eyes.

Shaky breaths fluttered past his lips as Kirik floated down from the high, hands clenching and relaxing in the cloth of Tirnael's loose shirt. He restlessly nuzzled their noses together, legs still locked on Tir's hips. Reluctant to let go.

"You okay?" Tir asked, voice a husky rumble, lips brushing Kirik's as he spoke.

"Yeah… yeah I'm okay." He was still shivery, wound taut.

More so he was surprised by his own voracious appetite. Already he wanted more despite still quivering from climax. Kirik shifted his weight, Tir inching back to give him room to sit up. His cock slid wetly free and trailed a line of come between them.

"Can I…?" His mouth was already watering, pale eyes flicking downward to the sullied length.

Tir laughed roughly, spread his legs for Kirik to sink between, mouth greedily cupping the softening cock, tongue rolling it against the roof of his mouth. With naked buttocks upthrust to the cool air he cleaned Tirnael's cock of their mess. He gazed lovingly up at Tir, cheeks burning when their eyes met and Tirnael smiled.

How he wanted everything, each smile, every touch, to last an eternity. He groaned, drawn closer by his horns till his nose rested against Tir's belly. The cock caged in his mouth gave an excited jolt, grown hard again remarkably fast.

"Mmm… damn, Kirik, that's so good." Tirnael breathed it out, lips parted for the tip of his tongue to trace across his teeth.

Kirik groaned and drew up, trailing spit. He crawled into Tirnael’s lap, the man's newly awakened cock pressing at his nether lips.

"Want you again, please." He begged, brow furrowed. His fat tail arched high, expression strained with need. Once and done simply would not cut it tonight.

For his part Tir was already arching his hips to meet him, cock sliding home. They both groaned, lips pressing together in needy kisses, teeth clipping, dragging. Arms wrapped around his waist, gripped Kirik close, one hand gripped the base of his tail. Like that he rocked Kirik on his cock, moaning his approval against his lips.

"Haaah… oh, oh I lo-love y…!" Kirik gasped between their mouths, words slurred off as he was drawn into a deeper kiss. Each chasing kiss soothed his cries, centered him. Tir and him, the spot where they connected and ground pleasure together. Nothing more. Together… he drew his hands back through Tirnael's hair, over shoulders and along toned upper back. Fingers came to trace his jaw, words of love lost between the sighs and moans. Their hips rolled in time, fingertips digging into soft skin, grasping and clinging. Kirik gripped onto Tirnael’s horns, kept their lips pressed tight together, unable to get enough of his kisses.

The world shrank around them, all the problems, the fears were nothing but dismissive thoughts. Cast aside, easily forgotten. Each scar, every visible change that the last year had written across his skin, faded in the light of Tir’s love.

He came, then again, gripping Tirnael so tight to him; a life raft in a tumultuous sea. He kissed him through the throes, whispers of love unintelligible, lost between the desperate draws of breath, the shuddery moans that he could not contain.

Tirnael ground himself to the edge like that, the two of them tangled and gripped onto one another. Tir’s hands held him so tight, squeezed the meat of one ass cheek hard as he groaned his release against Kirik’s throat. Kirik continued to squirm, drawing out the flutters of pleasure, his face pressed into the top of Tir’s head, nuzzling the ruddy hair helplessly. Together they sank to the furs and pillows, still locked together and unwilling to part. The heat of each other's body kept them warm against the cool night air sneaking in from the open flaps.

“Love you, my Nhaama.” Tirnael husked, voice low from exertion.

"Love you too." Kirik mumbled sleepily against his shoulder, "So much."

He cuddled into him, grumbling affectionately, sunk into the welcoming wrap of Tirnael's arms around him.

After a span of silence Kirik spoke, voice muffled.

"Should close the flap…"

"Probably." Tirnael agreed, tone already low and sleepy.

"I'll get it in a moment."

He snuggled in tight, blinked sleep from his eyes. Just a bit more of this; warm, held and tangled.

A moment stretched on till the flap was forgotten, snoozing sprawled among the pillows together with not a single regard for the state of them so exposed. Kirik would likely regret it tomorrow when Honomo and the workers arrived to the sight of them but right then he couldn't care less.

He was right where he belonged.