Luko period

"Hey shitlord," comes Taako's voice, muffled on account of his face pressed into a cushion, and whiney on account of him being /whiney/, "rub my belly."

Lucas reaches over to the bundle curled up in blankets on the other end of the couch, tentatively placing a hand on what he's pretty sure is Taako's ankle. "What happened to /if you touch me, Lucas, I'll magic missile your dick clean off/, huh?"

Taako huffs, but otherwise seems unbothered by the contact. "That was an hour ago. I'm on my period, shitlord, I'm allowed to change my mind."

"And you seem to do it pretty regularly."

"Shut your mouth or I won't let you massage my tummy better."

He can't help but snort a giggle at that. "Wouldn't wanna miss out on that kinda opportunity. C'mere, whiney."

As Taako rearranges, crawling until he's sprawled face-up across Lucas' lap, he mutters something that sounds like a /m'not the whiney one…/ but Lucas lets it slide, this time.

The poor guy /does/ look genuinely miserable, after all. Velveteen fur sticky with sweat, hair caked on his forehead, and a visibly swollen abdomen. Lucas isn't too proud to admit to himself that it's kind of… a /really/ cute look.

Maybe Taako was right, implying that giving belly rubs is a /privilege/.

Taako squirms his hips in his lap, a soft whine passing his lips. Lucas blows on his fingers to warm them, and skims them across the soft pudge below Taako's bellybutton, against the grain of his fur.

Taako breathes, because of /course/ he does, but now Lucas notices it. Sees it. Watches close as his thoracic diaphragm rises and falls and bring the hem of his cropped shirt up closer to his chest with each repetition, with the diagonal angle he's bent at. It's reassuring, in some sort of illogical way, watching it. Reassuring and gorgeous. Lucas kneads his knuckles on the inside edge of his hipbones, and Taako's skin prickles, but he stays close.

"Warm…" he purrs - almost literally purrs, a rumbling, contented energy building in his throat around the sound - and Lucas can only assume he means it as an encouragement. He flattens his palms, brings one to the inside of Taako's closer thigh to keep him steady, and rubs slow circles that dip a fingernail's width below the elastic of his shorts.

"Mmwatch it, bucko…" comes Taako's sleepy voice again, but his tail rises and flicks against Lucas' shin. When he glances up, there's a small smile playing on the elf's lips, his gently closed eyes betraying his contentedness.

Lucas bends down as low as he can, and places a soft kiss over his boyfriend's bellybutton. Resists, for now, the urge to blow a wet raspberry. "Lemme kiss it better?"

Taako's hips shift again, and Lucas watches as his smile quirks to reveal one pointed canine. "You got a fetish I don't know about, Miller?"

Lucas guffaws between kisses, trailing his lips down and then up Taako's raised thigh. "I don't… /mind/, is all."

If Taako gets an inkling of dishonesty, he doesn't mention it. And it's /true/, that Lucas doesn't mind. He knows what it's like. Knows that he can /help/. Just, maybe he's liking the idea of being between Taako's legs right now a little more than he's willing to admit yet.

Taako makes a soft noise, hips shifting more for his own sake than making any show for Lucas. Still, he  obliges the unasked request, and carefully eases out from under him to reposition until he's on the carpet, sitting on his legs between Taako's own.

Taako doesn't move further than absolutely necessary, still slouched uselessly and mostly-horizontal against the low arm of the sofa. Still, it's enough for Lucas to comfortably remove Taako's shorts and underwear in one motion.

"Sorry…" comes his muffled voice from above, and it's only then that Lucas realises his boyfriend has smooshed his face back into the couch pillow, hugging it against his chest.

"Sorry for what?"

"I mean. Not exactly the sexiest look I'm rockin', right now."

Lucas follows Taako's eyes to the discarded panties beside him. Plain grey cotton, a couple pin-prick stains. Fraying along the inner seam of one leg.

He brings his gaze back to Taako's face, and lets himself stare for a minute, memorising him as if he hasn't already, before placing his glasses on the coffee table. Blurrier, now, but not impossible to see after a couple of adjusting blinks.

"Nonsense," a soft kiss to the pale fur on his inner thigh, trailing up, up, "you're always sexy."

"Pff. You /do/ have a kink." Taako's tone is far more curious than accusing, and he can't find it in himself to be embarrassed.

"You're complaining?" Another kiss, barely-there brush of lips on his outer labia. This close up Lucas can tell they're puffy and aggravated, and /god/, he wants to soothe him.

"Mm-m, nope. No complaints here, my mouth is /closed/. You're cleared for landing."

Lucas kisses him properly, clit to damp inner labia, with a smile on his face. He smells different, like this. Tastes stronger, though not by much. It's not like there's a lot of blood. And he doesn't mind.

Taako's reactions are more amplified than usual; a few kisses has him gasping, and when Lucas sucks his clit it makes his thighs shake around his head.

"If you thought this was gonna be /slow/, I-"

"Shh, you're good." Lucas brings a hand up to the junction of his thigh, spreading him. Pulling back for an indulgent second to admire the /redness/, not so much from menses as the blood flow under Taako's skin. "Wanna see you, though. No more pillow."

Taako lets the cushion fall back onto the couch without complaint, and after focusing his eyes Lucas can see why. His top is dark from sweat in the valley of his chest, and his abdomen glistens with it, pale velvet damp and rounded at his navel.

Lucas must stare a moment too long, because Taako lifts his shirt until it's rumpled under his armpits, exposing, from Lucas' viewpoint, the /perfect/ amount of underboob.

"Don't say I never give you anything," he manages between huffed breaths, and Lucas gets back to work.

Another few strokes to his reddened folds, another closed-lip suck on his clit, standing erect and twitching now, and Taako keens and comes, the plush of his thighs clenching around Lucas' ears with the force of it. He keeps at him, holds him through it and laves at the changing taste of him with his tongue flat, and it's only a quick moment before he's coming again, more watery but louder than the first.

When Lucas pulls back, he can't help but chuckle at the way Taako looks like he's melting right off the sofa. He wipes his face on his arm, lets Taako breathe a few rasping repetitions, and then slips the grey underwear back up damp thighs.

"So. Was that an acceptable substitute for belly rubs?"

Taako swats at him, tired limbs missing comically. "Mm, feels pretty 'ceptable to me. /Shitlord/."