you hold Lo'ak as you're connected
__________
You were on the floor of your hut, hands fiddling with the torn loincloth, Neteyam avoiding your gaze.
"Dude, how the hell!?"
"I don't know! It just happened!"
"It look like you got dommed dude,"
"Shut up!"
You smirk at his purple face. He totally was, you felt it in your bones. Lo'ak stomped into the hut, immediately throwing off his hunting/ikran gear. His face pissed as he scrubbed the paint off of his face. He said nothing to his brother, immediately plopping onto your lap. He pressed his face into your neck, muffling a frustrated scream.
On days like this, it was best to not address him until he addressed you. It was either that, or him pushing away from you.
"Hey, baby. Anyways, your such a sub."
"No I'm not!"
"So, a switch then?"
"Fuck you,"
"That's a yes."
You and Neteyam go on like this for a while as you sew the ruined cloth. It never ends really. Lo'ak, not moving from his position but much calmer, reaches for his tswin. Subconsciously, you reach for yours as you never stop your conversation with the crackhead you call your brother. As you make tsaheyl, Lo'ak squeezes you, before relaxing completely.
"That's so sweet of you,"
Neteyam smiled sarcastically.
"I know, right? I'm the sweetest person alive."
"Right. And I'm obviously a genius with 3 degrees."
"Don't lie to yourself, you bottom."
Lo'ak snorts.
"I thought he was a switch."
"Nice to see you too, brother."
"Please. If he's a switch I have a d-"
Neteyam covered your mouth as Tuk ran in. She greeted you with a smile, grabbed a toy, then left quick and in a hurry.
"... oops?"
"Idiot."
"Shut up before I have someone peg you."
Lo'ak snorts at this.
"Who would willingly do that?"
"Why are you talking? You're such a bottom it makes me cringe."
"I know what I like."
"Disgusting, brother. Disgusting."
You continue to hold him as he shifted sideways to talk to his brother. His head rests on your collarbone and his hands fiddle with one of your necklaces. The one he had made you when you called him beautiful. And beautiful he was. Feeling a sudden urge of love, he looked at you to see you already looking at him.
His mind became slightly fuzzy as his pupils become huge. His tail wags as he smiles at you shyly. He repositions his head so that he could hear your heart. He could feel it, feel all of you. He would never get sick of this. Of you holding him, loving him. How'd he get so lucky?
"See? Sub energy."
"Shut up, Neteyam!"
