Damar felt disappointed in himself for not being able to carry out a simple task.
He got upset and just wanted to hide his face sowhere but I patted his shoulder.
"It’s okay, Damar." I smiled at him. "You should see on my first ti using sticks. I spilled the sou–" I was going to say soup but changed course. "Anyway, I was worse."
I wasn’t kidding. The first ti I used chopsticks was war. I still wonder how the asians do it. They are the masters of the stick, haha.
"This is still doable," I said.
"Really?" He asked and that sulking face of his made my heart bleed. Seriously, how could he have such a cold face that looks so adorable?
"Yes, so don’t feel down," I said and before I knew it, he reached down to pick the at. "What are you doing?" I grabbed his arm, but he had already touched the at, which was still scorching hot by the way.
"Hiss," he hissed. Not his usual snake hiss, but a hiss in pain as the hotness of the at had burned his finger tip.
He never expected it to be this hot. He probably never ca across anything this hot except first.
And while it is common knowledge that one could get hurt by touching fire, they still don’t know what happens to the things that have been cooked by fire.
He didn’t expect it to be that hot.
I panicked.
"Are you okay?" I asked, such a la question given he had just been burnt. "Fenric, quick, give so salt."
"Here," he poured salt in my hand, and I dipped his fingertips in it.
My heart was racing, having watched him hurt himself without warning.
I should’ve warned him beforehand not to touch the at with his bare hands. But didn’t it already register with him why we were using sticks? I thought he’d have figured it out, and that it was because it was hot like the flas.
My body trembled lightly, feeling guilty.
"Sorry, Ari," he said, "I was careless this ti."
"It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you it was hot." I said and then took out his fingers. "Fenric, water."
"Here you go," he handed the water pouch and I pulled Damar’s hand away so the water wouldn’t splash on the grill or the fire, and then I poured it on his hand, focusing on his finger tips that were now red.
How deep did he dig his fingers into the at?
"How... How does it feel now?" I asked, but seeing the red on his pale fingers made uncomfortable.
"It’s fine, Ari." He said but I shook my head. "No, you’re hurt." My hand fidgeted on his and my eyelids trembled.
It was probably the first ti he was getting burned so this new pain must be uncomfortable.
No, why am I assuming that this was his first ti getting burnt? Was it to make myself feel even more burdened by what had just happened?
I don’t know, but I keep assuming the worst.
It might not be his first ti getting burnt but it doesn’t an it’s fine right now.
"Ari," he inched closer, closing the gap between us and I instinctively held my breath.
Fenric watched from the side and sighed.
"Arinya, it’s not your fault the snake got burned. As he said, he was careless." He said. "At least now he knows why we use sticks despite it being a little difficult and not our bare hands to pick up the at."
Fenric was trying to make feel better. He placed his hands on my shoulders and said,
"It’s just a small burn anyway. I’m sure if you lick it a bit, it’ll feel better and we can continue with the at."
"What?" I flinched, my face flushing.
Did Fenric just suggest I should lick Damar’s fingers to make the pain go away? Did they also have such beliefs in this era?
I an, it’s not like my saliva would magically heal his fingers, but it’s the thought that matters. For your partner to go that far for you, anyone would have their heart fluttering to the point you don’t rember the pain anymore.
"Hurry up, Arinya," Fenric began to grumble, shaking by the shoulders and hastening in my decision-making.
My eyes began to spin from all that shaking. Was he trying to make pass out?
And then he looked at Damar. The childish complaint he was giving just now seed irrelevant as he grinned, sending across a ssage I was unaware of.
Only the two who made eye contact knew what they were doing, but it was clear Fenric was helping Damar.
Whether this was his attempt to make his relationship with Damar so much better, I don’t know, but whatever his intentions were, it definitely reached Damar.
"Ari," Damar called and my spinning eyes finally stopped spinning. I looked at Damar and saw a blush on his cheek.
Wait, were my eyes still spinning and making see things?
Why was Damar’s expression so soft and... Insinuating?
It looked more like he was embarrassed and shy, too. All the thoughts spinning in my head began to circle around what he was going to ask to do.
Would he ask to blow it? Or lick it, as Fenric suggested? My heart was pounding, and in no ti, my face had already turned red from all the intimate thoughts I was having.
Damar raised his hand and said,
"It actually hurts." He said. "M-maybe if you..." He gulped, finding it hard to speak more. "I-if you could..." Ah, he was stuttering.
Why was this so cute?
My heart... I can’t take much more of it.
"Say no more," I said, raising my hand to stop him, and then I took his hand. "If this will make you feel better then I will do it, Damar," I said, though my heart was pounding.
I slowly stuck out my tongue, but before I licked his hand, I looked up to see him having an anticipatory gaze.
It’s not like I was suddenly giving him a blow job but this act alone made everything we were doing seem erotic and lewd.
Then, I finally closed his fingers putting them into my mouth and sucked them.
They were a bit salty from the salt, even after rinsing with water but it was fine. If this could make him feel better, even if it wouldn’t imdiately heal his beautiful slender fingers, then it was okay with .
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