Morning rolled around far sooner than he would have liked.

Not the he could tell right away, tucked delicately near the larger man and likely bathed in his shadows for it. Still an internal clock forced him to rise and meet the sun.

Well, truthfully, he was forced to meet the man he had stolen away for the night.

A certain tiredness still clung to him so fresh to the land of the awake. He imagined that if Kynareth was awake he likely felt the same. If he was not awake? Patroclus was certain that his next actions would wake the larger man.

Carefully he sought to rake his teeth through Kynareth's fur in a grooming manner. Undoing any tangles that might have gathered.

Patroclus lit up with songbird laughter at the cursed compliment before he leaned into the affection as it had been discovered he was prone to do. Face playfully scrunched up as his tail betrayed him, feverishly beating against the ground.

I could say the same. Hummed fondly as he aimed to drape a foreleg over the male’s muscle bulked frame. Possessive, almost. Not keen to let him up yet from this nice moment. Patroclus was well aware that soon enough they would need to rise, eat and return to their home.

Do you think anyone noticed? There is a lightness to his voice despite buried worries. Although, who was to speak out against them? The Grandmaster ruled and could certainly do as he pleased. Patroclus simply happened to rope him into doing these things.

He might have been worried, concerned even, but Kynareth soothed his nerves with that stylish playfulness. Especially his worded want for the attention and the familiar sensation of a nip placed upon him. Patroclus had not been born for the spotlight.

Yet here it felt so easy.

Yes, let them notice.

Let it be no secret that he smothered himself in the lead male's scent so early on and stole away with him. That he gallivanted like he had been here as long as the others. It was those thoughts that drove him to his next little action.

Let them. He cooed softly as he sought to brush his head along the other male. A few licks here and there for obnoxious measure.

His only response would be a lowly hum in his throat, some wordless string of agreement with the question. Of course he does. Just as much as he does not. The target on his back of being some new male labeled as a floozer of the lead male would be...something else entirely. Yet it was such a cozy spot to be in and their moments together made his heart beat like a wild rabbit's foot.

Yes, yes. Mumbled weakly with an affection that made him feel almost dumb. Please. He wanted to soothe his greedy heart with Kynareth's frequent presence.

He could not contain himself and it filled him with a lightheaded sort of excitement. The kind that seeped from his blood to his bones and shook his very core. The Grandmaster’s words were clear as day. A sort of approval, a blessing, an allowance for his behavior.

I am. A shuddered breathless answer as he craned his neck to simultaneously expose more of his neck and ear while also pressing into the touch placed upon him. Then I will be so. For you.

None other currently enraptured him like Kynareth.

He felt vulnerable and exposed in every way. Physically, emotionally, mentally. He had quite literally bared all to this man and still he had been given a green light. He might have tried to engage again had Kynareth not moved up and away.

As expected this would draw a string of grumbled noises from Patroclus. Although they were likely more akin to little mewls than actual grumbles of protest. Head tilted back with his throat exposed and his gaze could only see the ground of where they had slept together. Still his ears worked just fine, he heard the taunting temptation from his company.

Only because you said so. Although he didn't yet make a move to actually get up. Instead he wrapped his forelegs around the thick neck of the Grandmaster and sought to pull. Or be pulled. Whichever happened.

I would be hard pressed to decline. Some humor in his formal response. A spread of a grin over his half-masked face.

His rise would be slow and full of sways. A sway of his hips as he stretched, a sway of his tail as he shook his fur free of den debris. He sought to be alluring even after their whole affair. He had an image to upkeep, especially if he they were going to make this a...frequent thing.

I bet we could catch something nice between the two of us.