Larksong Grotto evil is an act, not an appetite

@Derg little bit of pp, let me know if it's not ok <3

the descent into the grotto is treacherous, but worth it; at least, he thinks so. he's never actually been here before, but he's glimpsed it from afar during his travels — and, truth be told, he regrets not visiting sooner. but perhaps it is better experienced this way for the first time, heart fluttering as he takes the last few steps down and turns to his companion. he draws nearer when the other joins him, reaching to press his nose gently to his jaw. if the touch is allowed, he starts a trail of soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck, a little drunk on the feeling of touching another. there is no lust in his affection, not now — only a hesitant tenderness that feels entirely foreign to him. he pulls away after a few moments, silently beckoning the other further into the territory with him. the grotto itself is fairly secluded, but he's certain they could find even more privacy, perhaps tucked into the side of one of the surrounding mountains.