And it came to pass that in time the Great God Tholassi spake unto Sataro, the Chosen One:
“Psst!”
"I'm not sure what you're talking about but thank you." Ashka has very nice hair.
"I'm terrible and you like me."
"You're very easy to like."
He kisses the patch of skin in front of him, which at the moment is Ashka's shoulder.
"I try."
He sighs when Sataro kisses him.
He'll just have to keep doing that again, then, won't he.
"You're distracting."
"I like the sounds you make. — I can stop if there's something you need to concentrate on."
"You're very sweet. --If I want you to stop I'll just hit you."
"....is there some reason you can't just tell me to stop?"
"I can do it that way too."
"Okay."
He's very cuddly and very warm.
"I have explained to you that I am a terrible person. I am not sure you understand and I do not want you to spend time with me under false pretenses."
"I'm not sure it's false pretenses if you've explained. — one of the things you like about me is that I'm upset about people getting tortured and that makes it very easy to like you even though you have also done a lot of other things."
"You make me want to be better."
"I'm glad."
"I want to become somebody who deserves you."
He doesn't know what to say, so he pulls Ashka closer and hugs him instead.
Hugs are very nice.
They are.
It's good when Ashka makes that face.
"I've never felt about anybody the way I feel about you."
"I'm honored."
More hugs!
More hugs. He plays with Ashka's hair, kisses his forehead very gently.
Ashka's expression is grateful and almost worshipful.
...that's a lot. He doesn't have any visible reaction but it's a lot.