“I didn’t want to assume.” Isa replied. “Nope. Born and raised like most people outside of Templar keeps. I’ve taken a liking to the ancient histories within ruins, so I study the languages. It’s why I’m okay with old Arcana magic.”
Max nodded, please to be in friendly company. As the rain continue to pour, he enthused some more about his bike, the ruins he visited and asked Isa so many questions about how his bike worked, comparing gears, geeking out about how to make their contraptions more efficient, and the suspension of their tires.
The rain didn't let up at all, and soon Max was looking restlessly back the beach and the way westwards. " Well, I'd better get going. Thanks for the shelter, but this rain doesn't look like it's stopping and I'm in a bit of a rush with some deliveries to make and it's hard to evade those Templars at night." He smiled at iza and nodded "Hope to see you again soon, maybe then I can have a go at your bike." With that he hold his stuff apan to his vehicle and was drenched immediately again in the rain. "Safe travels to you, Isa." And he kicked the motorcycle to life.
Isa answered Max’s questions about his bike and the ruins he visited, grinning as they geeked over their bikes and the mechanics behind them. He gave Max some tips about customization, should he want to use his bike as a weapon as well. “Just be careful with the metals. Some people know how to cheat the quality of the metal if ya are not careful.”
When Max was getting ready to leave, Isa nodded in understanding. “Yea, I hope to see ya too. Safe travels, Max.” The redhead waved at the white-haired man with a friendly grin as his figure soon became far away. The revs of his bike faded within the mists of grey rain. Then Isa sighed in relief.
”Thank goodness he ain’t the invasive type or I might have used spells.“ When Moss came back, Isa told him about the new visitor. Geeking over Max’s bike with sparkles in his eyes. To see a different bike, it gave Isa new ideas of some adjustments to Smoky. “Max was nice, friendly fellow, but his bike looked sooooo cooool~”
Moss was late, but emerged from the sea safe and sound, carrying by the gills? two gold fishes the size of sacks with very long black flowing tails like wet banners.
"So that's why there are tire tracks." He said after greeting Isa with a kiss. He listened to him, as he removed the scales and cut the meat from the fishes, happy that he found a friend. " I wish I could have seen the bike , who'd have thought we'd see another one , but Iguess there are others who are interested in arcane machines just like you." he smiled. " Pity, he could have stayed longer and had dinner with us. " It would have been nice if Isa had someone with the same interests to talk with him.
Moss set the last slab of pink fish meat on the pan cover of his mess kit, then walked over to the edge of the tent to wash his hands with the rain water, chatting with Isa more about the visitor. He had hung the black banner like tails to dry and smoke later, then he carefully, quickly reached a wet hand in their tent to grab his bag, then looked around for something.
"Hey Isa, I'm going to change out here, since there's no dry place around. Don't look." he said, red, and set up a makeshift curtain with his sleeping bag.
Then, making sure Isa had his back in him, he changed as quickly as possible!
Isa stared at the two goldfish-like fishes, poking at one of them as Moss did his thing. Cutting them to pieces and stuff. He watched the merman do his thing with a smile before tilting his head at the banner-like tails billowing from the winds.
“Those are seriously pretty.” The redhead commented, the kettle whistled steam from the spout. Not afraid of almost touching the hot metal as he poured a cup for Moss and a cup for himself. A waft of peach and mango lingered along with the rain’s scent. Though he almost dropped the kettle as he listened to Moss’ words, turning red and stuttered.
“O-oh. Alright! N-no problem! I won’t look!” Isa stared at the fires, holding the cups close to his chest as Moss started to change. Next thing Isa heard was a loud thwack as if a whip hit a somewhat taut surface. Then Moss’ yelp as quick footsteps in the sand shuffled closer and closer-
The redhead froze, eyes widening as everything around him started to move slow motion. The sleeping bag Moss was using was blown over the fire’s peak. Tanned hands reached out, followed by the rest of the owner’s body, and Isa gulped. Cheeks. Firm looking angular flat cheeks in full view. Highlighted by the fire and shadowed in the dips.
“ . . .” Isa couldn’t look away, his face, ears, and neck turned red. His lips parted as he mumbled out in a daze. “Woah . . .”
Then everything was back in motion. The sleeping bag is safe from the fire and Isa . . . Isa’s Brain was malfunctioning again.
Moss retreated! Although the deep part of him didn't mind to be honest, that part of him was pleased, while the other half was panickly trying to be decent.
Wrapping his sleeping bag around his waist like a towel, Moss scuttled into the tent and zipped it closed!
It opened after a while and Moss' red face peeked out. "So, um . . . I'm clothed." He stepped out and sat next to Isa. "Uhhh . . . So . . . Well, I . . . guess we've become closer in our relationship?"
Moss smiled shyly, pleased. He chuckled, putting an arm around Isa and patting his shoulder. "It's okay, Isa, you can look now." Moss was still embarrassed, but in good humor. "I'm glad you find it cute." He looked at his own behind, then took his tin mug of tea and sipped it, still smiling.
- Isa Bianchi -
“Inside their tent, under the rain.”
Peeking through his fingers, Isa hummed as he confirmed what Moss said. Then he put his hands down; one creeping around the merman’s waist shyly. He huffed, smiling.
”It’s not the only cutie ya have. Seeing your face turn super red was adorable too.” Isa teased, nuzzling his cheek on a clothed shoulder before playfully nibbling his bicep. “Like a caramel red apple. Heheh!”
Isa kept his eyes on Moss, his smile turned playful as Moss opened his arms wide. And so...Isa pounced on him like a cat. The flap fluttered closed behind him as he snuggled up to the merman, launching kisses all over his face as he chuckled. Sometimes leaving little nibbles on the round of his red cheeks and the nape of his neck to have his skin sing.
The late afternoon was pleasant, as the sun set on the silhouette of the couple exchanging affections inside their cozy tent under a curtain of rain. When the stars came out and the campfire's warm glow danced in the cool dark of the tent, Moss was sleepily content, hair and clothes all disheveled from being showered by Isa's affections, and ravishing him in turn until he was tingly and shaking all over. He was rubbing Isa's chest, his other hand wrapped around him, foreheads snuggling, exchanging lazy kisses.
"Being your caramel red apple maki roll sea grass is greaaaaat~"
- Isa Bianchi -
“My Brain does not compute. Body in auto mode.”
“Mhmmmf~” Isa groaned quietly, dazed from their affections. His brain isn’t working again. “Bianchi troll feehs gud tuu.”
His body is shaking, flinching pleasantly whenever Moss’ hand glides over his flushed and bare chest that’s covered in red spots; his shirt bunched up to the neck in turn of the merman‘s ravishes. His heart is beating hard against his chest and there’s butterflies fluttering in his stomach. His fingertips is on fire, overwhelmed, and fried as he gingerly rubbed Moss’ wrist with a thumb. A leg over the merman’s loosely.
”Wot’sh meh naaam’?” Isa muttered mindlessly, nuzzling foreheads again as his lips teased Moss’. Out of his mind. “Mh-loosh it.”
Moss laughed on his lips. "It's Isa!" he cupped his cheek. "Isa Bianchi Mc Cinnamon Roll." he kissed him deeply again. He smiled at him affectionately. "Tell me if you're hungry, okay? We'll cook whatever you want, doesn't have to be the fishes."
“Am not a roll.” Isa sleepily replied, his pout smooshed by Moss’ lips. Eventually smoothen out into a happy dazed smile, breathing slow as he stared at Moss’ teal eyes.
“Okay~ Can we eat something ya like too?” He asked, leaning in the merman’s hand with his reddened cheek. Then he nibbled on his fingers. “Ya taste good too~”
"Alright, the fish then too." Moss smiled tenderly. He blushed at his compliment. "You too, Isa." he looked at the marks he left on his chest, all the way down to his abs, and enamored, rolled on top of him to ravish him there one more time, before drinking from his lips again, and then getting up together to make dinner. The rain still kept on pouring, but Moss draped his fur coat over Isa, and they huddled together after cooking, talking, eating sushi with lemon and soy sauce, hot soup, and the main dish Isa chose for dinner.
A couple of herbivorous dinosaurs passed by their camp, but did not bother them as the night went on. Moss wished this evening wouldn't end. The Badlands was close, they would be arriving there soon tomorrow, and then, well . . . He hugged Isa tight, no he must not think that. He must enjoy the time they have now. He hoped he made Isa happy. He wants to continue making him happy, and told him they can do whatever he liked, Moss will do anything for him, and he did whatever he asked until morning came.
- Isa Bianchi -
“Ice can burn as fire becomes cold”
Isa parted his lips as he lets out a quiet gasp, face and chest flushed red. He cupped behind Moss’ head, gently combing his white hair as he felt and watched the merman teasing his stomach and chest. “Moss~ erpf!” He kissed back, pouring his enamored care and passion. Then the mind-blowing kiss was broken as Moss stood up to make dinner. It took a few minutes for Isa to sit up right, his shaking lessened, and he helped his...his love (Isa physically spazzed at the thought, giggling happily) with the cooking.
Even with the cooling rain, the redhead felt warm from the affections. He jumped in surprised when he was suddenly surrounded by fur and looked up with a happy smile. Isa pulled Moss close, wrapping one end around the merman so they can huddle close; shoulder touching shoulder. As they ate their dinner, Isa nibbling a thick bacon and home fries, they talked. Hobbies, stuff they missed when after leaving home, personal ideas of what they would like to do in the future after their goals are done. Isa smiled the entire time, always listening to Moss before getting a word in himself.
After dinner, Isa hugged Moss back and squeezed him tight. Sitting on his lap and facing him so they can still talk with each other. “Whatever I want?“ He asked, tilting his head. Then he smiled bashfully. The glow from the fire outlined his figure and highlighted the wild strands that gently billowing from the winds. “Then . . . Can ya keep me warm tonight? N-no shirts on while sleeping nor a fire?” He whispered in Moss’ ear, gingerly combing his hair again as he waited for his answer.
Moss' brain short-circuited. "Yeah!" Was all he could say.
Late the next morning, he was still sleeping, blissfully hugging Isa. Moss had slept late, his hands and lips could not help but roam everywhere last night. The feel of Isa's bare skin on his, scarred or not was wonderful, and he had desperately asked if Isa could touch him with his hands and lips everywhere too. Now, it seemed like he wasn't going to let go of this lovely man any time soon. Moss was snuggled up to him, and the merman felt so cozy and warm.
The moment Moss said ‘Yeah!’, Isa chuckled before muttering his illusion spell over the entire camp. A subtle bloom of indigo flames wrapped around the surfaces as the redhead snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the fire went out. Darkness covered the pair under it’s intimate protection.
Inside the illusion of a large and crackling driftwood is a small haven of warmth and coziness. The redhead of the pair lightly snored, mumbling under his breath as he squeezed his sleeping partner. Head tucked under his tan chin and close to his now red spotted neck and collarbone. Moss wasn’t the only one who slept late. Isa took his time with his affections, tracing the dips and curves of the merman’s chest and abs before soothing the tingling skin with gentle kisses. When Moss asked for him to also touch him with his hands and lips, Isa couldn’t stop his hungry smile and purred. “I thought ya would never ask~”
Now in the sun’s waking light, Isa sighed happily in his sleepy daze. Too lazy and pleased with the comfort of Moss’ embrace. So he opted to stay quiet and lightly nap as long as he can with Moss asleep. He didn’t want this to end. Not yet~
Moss slowly woke up to warmth and the sound of the sea. The muscles on his back shifting, as he made himself more comfortable against Isa's cheek. Hands sleepily traced the curves and dips of Isa's back, rubbing his nape and fondling the red locks above it. Moss caressed the cheek he was snuggling, gently sweeping back hair, as he watched Isa nap peacefully. He sighed in content. He liked waking up to this.
He sweetly kissed Isa's cheek, teal eyes half-lidded. He continued to gently touch him, hands like feather touches trailing across his back.
Isa shivered pleasantly as he started to feel Moss’ hands trailing on his skin, filling the dips and curves. He fluttered his indigo eyes open after he felt Moss’ lips on his cheek, half-lidded. Then he quietly hummed, blearily cupping the merman’s cheek with a warm hand.
“Gud mornin’, Tesoro.” He mumbled, leaning up and adoringly kiss him on his lips. Hand caressing down from his cheek, neck, and down to his tanned chest where he can somewhat feel the slow pulse of his heartbeat. “Ya feel warm~ did ya have a nice dream?”