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Daren lets out a loud but please yawn before curling closer to the warmth beside him in bed. A tender warmth belonging to C'tahj, a man who was a dear friend of his but in no way his lover -- truthfully he has no way of knowing if his feelings will ever reach the other but he has no intention to hold it against him. To be close to him and a source of companionship and safety is more than enough for him.

But perhaps his gentle heart is too close.

He all too eagerly, in a haze of sleep, nuzzles his face against the warm body with a soft little purr rumbling in his chest. The bigger surprise is that he feels a hand gently rubbing behind his ears before a hand starts running through his undone black hair. The rumble emanating from his chest grows a bit louder, with him completely unaware of the look of fondness on his bedmate's face.

Slowly and carefully, watching the blissful and sleepy expression of his partner, C’tahj lets his hand gracefully glides down his side. Daren mewls softly in return but shows no signs of waking up, causing a smirk to tug at his lips.

Time and time again, Daren proved himself to be such a shamelessly beautiful thing, scars and all, of course. Such scars that served as hard proof and evidence of the pain he endured and survived for simply living. He knows little about Daren’s father -- just enough to know the man was outright cruel to the final gift his wife left behind.

Thinking of that bastard rotting behind bars causes a hard expression to cross C’tahj’s face until he gazed upon Daren’s sleeping expression once more. His anger melts away and he brings his hand to Daren’s soft face once more. Of course, his beauty was more than skin deep. He was always ready and willing to offer him a place to stay for the night if he was in the area, on top of that he would prepare him the best meal possible and tend to any injuries he had. Really, despite his timid nature, he was nothing but kind to others around him. It made absolute sense why so children flocked to him, begging for the bard to play a song or a game with them.

Softly chuckling to himself, C’tahj’s thumb gently strokes the cut to the left corner of Daren’s lips before applying a tender kiss and gently bumping their foreheads together. The young man remains truly oblivious to the tenderness the other gifts him but instinctively purrs, rubbing against the contact, allowing his tail to lazily coil around the other male’s leg.

C’tahj quietly laughs once more, eyes soft with kindness and affection while he gently uncoils the tail in order to press a kiss to the fur. The sleek black appendage flexes, tickling the other males face, before relaxing on more. With a warm smile on his face, he presses a kiss to Daren’s forehead before pulling the sheets to his shoulder. He then props his head up and watches the young man sleep.

He’s rather certain there isn’t much he can give the other, and yet, his presents is enough. . . so he’ll stay just a little longer and ensure he sleeps through the night, unbothered by his demons.