Here you go! The prompt was a bit vague, so I tried to pick a few things from it and string them together into something semi-coherent. Hope you like where it ended up :)
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Essek hated Rumblecusp. He hated the scratchy sand that got everywhere, hated the bright sunlight that hurt his eyes which were so accustomed to the night skies of the Dynasty, and most of all he hated the oppressive, humid heat that made wearing his usual long, dark robes unbearable. Unfortunately, the long-sleeved linen shirt and pants he was wearing to fight the heat didn’t do much to protect his light-sensitive skin from the burning sun. With a groan, Essek withdrew deeper into the shadows under the palm-leaf-covered roof of the Beaurebar and let his gaze wander over the beach. Jester and Caleb, both polymorphed into dolphins, were frolicking around the water close to where the Nein Heroez was docked, while Fjord sat on the edge letting the waves wash over his bare feet and enjoying the sight. A few feet away, an impressive sandcastle built by the Brenatto family rose from the ground. Beau and Yasha were sparring near the edge of the jungle - the idea of deliberately working up a sweat in this climate was incredibly baffling to Essek. He groaned, miserably. Well, at least everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves. Essek didn’t even realize Kingsley was missing from the picture until he heard the tiefling’s strangely-accented voice behind him. “Well, you look like a wet rag on laundry day!” Essek had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but he had long since given up on trying to make sense of anything coming from Kingsley’s mouth. “Luckily for you, my friend,” the tiefling continued cheerfully, “I have found something to ease your suffering!” He held up a couple of leaves of a thick, slightly spiked plant that Essek had seen growing around the island. Essek raised a questioning eyebrow. “I didn’t think you, of all people, would emphasize.” Kingsley seemed to be thriving in the tropical climate. He had exchanged his usual, carefully curated pirate outfit for an unbuttoned, flowy silk shirt and shorts consisting of the least amount of fabric possible, showing off his tattoos in all their glory. “I’m wounded by your assumption,” Kingsley scoffed mockingly, putting a hand over his heart, right on the scar they had given him when Lucien was still inhabiting his body. “I am a very empathetic person and I happen to know the best cure for sunburn. Trust me, I got this from Caduceus.” Without waiting for Essek’s reply, he sliced one of the leaves open with his sharp fingernail, revealing a clear, jelly-like substance inside. “May I?” he asked, gesturing vaguely towards Essek’s sunburned face and neck. The drow nodded and Kingsley stepped behind him. What followed was pure bliss. The plant’s thick juice smelled fresh and clean, and it felt cool on Essek’s overheated skin, instantly soothing the burning ache that had plagued the drow ever since they’d left Nicodranas. A sigh of relief escaped Essek’s lips as Kingsley’s slim, talented hands carefully massaged the clear substance into the back of his neck, fingers just skirting below the hem of the loose shirt. “There. Does that help?” Essek nodded gratefully. “It does. Thank you.” With a quick flick of his wrist, Kingsley sliced open another leaf and moved to pat some of the cooling gel onto Essek’s flushed cheekbones as well. For a moment, Essek considered telling the other man that he could do the face himself, but then he thought better of it. The gentle touch of cool fingers felt nice on his sensitive skin. It had been too long since anyone had taken care of Essek in this way, so he might as well enjoy it. Just as he was about to drift into a state of peaceful relaxation, eyes closed and breathing even, Kingsley - that magnificent bastard - decided to run one gel-tipped finger along the lines of Essek’s ear, where the skin was especially badly burned and flaking, and Essek’s eyes flew open with a startled yelp as a jolt of pleasure coursed through his whole body. “Oh, are those tips sensitive spots for drow?” Kingsley asked with utter delight in his voice. He leaned closer, so close that his breath tickled the tips of Essek’s ears. “Do you like that?” Essek’s shiver was answer enough. “How about this?” The tiefling inquired with feigned innocence, and suddenly his mouth was on Essek’s ear and by the Luxon, the delicious pain of sharp fangs nipping the sensitive flesh made stars explode behind Essek’s eyelids. Kingsley’s fingers kept rubbing soothing circles on Essek’s shoulders, while his tongue flicked along the side of an earlobe. Essek moaned. “Would you like me to relieve you of those pesky clothes, so I can cool down the rest of you, too?” Kingsley whispered. “Not on the beach,” Essek hissed, barely able to contain himself. “The sand gets everywhere.” Kingsley just laughed at that. “Alright, love. Let’s find you a patch of grass or something. Or maybe a hammock.” He gave Essek a mischievous grin, his solid red eyes glinting. “I can think of a few interesting things to try with a hammock.”
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Minifill: Essek/Kingsley, Drow Biology [T]
Date: 2021-09-06 12:08 pm (UTC)---------------
Essek hated Rumblecusp. He hated the scratchy sand that got everywhere, hated the bright sunlight that hurt his eyes which were so accustomed to the night skies of the Dynasty, and most of all he hated the oppressive, humid heat that made wearing his usual long, dark robes unbearable. Unfortunately, the long-sleeved linen shirt and pants he was wearing to fight the heat didn’t do much to protect his light-sensitive skin from the burning sun.
With a groan, Essek withdrew deeper into the shadows under the palm-leaf-covered roof of the Beaurebar and let his gaze wander over the beach.
Jester and Caleb, both polymorphed into dolphins, were frolicking around the water close to where the Nein Heroez was docked, while Fjord sat on the edge letting the waves wash over his bare feet and enjoying the sight. A few feet away, an impressive sandcastle built by the Brenatto family rose from the ground. Beau and Yasha were sparring near the edge of the jungle - the idea of deliberately working up a sweat in this climate was incredibly baffling to Essek. He groaned, miserably. Well, at least everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves.
Essek didn’t even realize Kingsley was missing from the picture until he heard the tiefling’s strangely-accented voice behind him.
“Well, you look like a wet rag on laundry day!”
Essek had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but he had long since given up on trying to make sense of anything coming from Kingsley’s mouth.
“Luckily for you, my friend,” the tiefling continued cheerfully, “I have found something to ease your suffering!” He held up a couple of leaves of a thick, slightly spiked plant that Essek had seen growing around the island.
Essek raised a questioning eyebrow. “I didn’t think you, of all people, would emphasize.”
Kingsley seemed to be thriving in the tropical climate. He had exchanged his usual, carefully curated pirate outfit for an unbuttoned, flowy silk shirt and shorts consisting of the least amount of fabric possible, showing off his tattoos in all their glory.
“I’m wounded by your assumption,” Kingsley scoffed mockingly, putting a hand over his heart, right on the scar they had given him when Lucien was still inhabiting his body. “I am a very empathetic person and I happen to know the best cure for sunburn. Trust me, I got this from Caduceus.”
Without waiting for Essek’s reply, he sliced one of the leaves open with his sharp fingernail, revealing a clear, jelly-like substance inside. “May I?” he asked, gesturing vaguely towards Essek’s sunburned face and neck.
The drow nodded and Kingsley stepped behind him.
What followed was pure bliss.
The plant’s thick juice smelled fresh and clean, and it felt cool on Essek’s overheated skin, instantly soothing the burning ache that had plagued the drow ever since they’d left Nicodranas. A sigh of relief escaped Essek’s lips as Kingsley’s slim, talented hands carefully massaged the clear substance into the back of his neck, fingers just skirting below the hem of the loose shirt.
“There. Does that help?”
Essek nodded gratefully. “It does. Thank you.”
With a quick flick of his wrist, Kingsley sliced open another leaf and moved to pat some of the cooling gel onto Essek’s flushed cheekbones as well. For a moment, Essek considered telling the other man that he could do the face himself, but then he thought better of it. The gentle touch of cool fingers felt nice on his sensitive skin. It had been too long since anyone had taken care of Essek in this way, so he might as well enjoy it.
Just as he was about to drift into a state of peaceful relaxation, eyes closed and breathing even, Kingsley - that magnificent bastard - decided to run one gel-tipped finger along the lines of Essek’s ear, where the skin was especially badly burned and flaking, and Essek’s eyes flew open with a startled yelp as a jolt of pleasure coursed through his whole body.
“Oh, are those tips sensitive spots for drow?” Kingsley asked with utter delight in his voice. He leaned closer, so close that his breath tickled the tips of Essek’s ears. “Do you like that?”
Essek’s shiver was answer enough.
“How about this?” The tiefling inquired with feigned innocence, and suddenly his mouth was on Essek’s ear and by the Luxon, the delicious pain of sharp fangs nipping the sensitive flesh made stars explode behind Essek’s eyelids.
Kingsley’s fingers kept rubbing soothing circles on Essek’s shoulders, while his tongue flicked along the side of an earlobe. Essek moaned.
“Would you like me to relieve you of those pesky clothes, so I can cool down the rest of you, too?” Kingsley whispered.
“Not on the beach,” Essek hissed, barely able to contain himself. “The sand gets everywhere.”
Kingsley just laughed at that. “Alright, love. Let’s find you a patch of grass or something. Or maybe a hammock.” He gave Essek a mischievous grin, his solid red eyes glinting. “I can think of a few interesting things to try with a hammock.”