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He looked beautiful. He always did, technically, at least in Scar's eyes, but there was something about his concentrated expression when he was deep in thought working on something that just affected Scar in a way nothing else could. He had burned every detail about these moments into his memory long ago, the way Grian's brows would furrow a little and form a small arch, the way his eyes would narrow as if he could will the problem to solve itself if he just glared at it hardly enough, the way his lips would part whenever his mind was coming up with something. He'd chew on pencils a lot too, many of them had fallen victim to that habit, and it always brought a smile to Scar's face even on the worst of days when he found an evidently chewed on pencil somewhere in his house, immediatly imagining that look on Grian's face.
He leaned against the doorframe as he watched Grian brainstorm ideas and sketch only to erase again, entirely focused on whatever it was he was trying to work out. The dim light of a candle on the desk beside him cast a golden shimmer on his adorable mess of blonde hair, it shone like a halo around him while the light's warm glow engulfed him, submerging him in warmth like he was unintentionally posing for a medieval portrait. Scar definitely wouldn't have minded a painting of this exact scene, he had already created an image to keep in his mind. It was probably better that way, because as a memory, it would be only his to keep, only his to look at.
The muscles in Grian's arms and shoulders were moving beneath his sweater as he leaned forward, throwing another few lines onto the paper, visibly growing frustrated. The wings that emerged from somewhere behind his ears, one of Scar's favourite parts of his whole body, were starting to twitch, as they often would when he got stressed, and that gave Scar an idea.
With a seemingly harmless, sweet smile, he took a few steps towards Grian and placed his hands on both of the other's shoulders, making him jump. "Oh, it's just you. I didn't hear you come in," Grian mumbled as he fidgeted on the chair in embarressment, his body slowly relaxing again, melting into Scar's touch.
A wave of silent euphoria and excitement went through Scar at that, but he was careful to keep it off his expression as he started gently massaging the other's shoulders, pretending to want to make a bit of smalltalk. "Yeah, it's just me. What'cha working on?"
Grian grumbled in annoyance at the reminder and dropped his pencil on the desk, leaning further into Scar's soothing motions on his back. "I just- I can't figure this stupid roof out! Everything I try just looks wrong," he complained, and Scar nodded in sympathy, running a hand through his hair. As if by accident, he brushed against one of the ear wings, testing the waters. It twitched lightly as if a fly had sat on it, but didn't seem bothered. Perfect.
"I don't know. Maybe you can help me?" Grian pouted and shot him a hopeful look, pointing at his sketches. Scar hummed in agreement, even though his mind was anywhere but roof designs. He leaned forward over Grian's shoulder to look at the paper, decievingly casual, his body aligning with Grian's. He grabbed the pencil and started drawing some random lines, hoping to distract Grian while he leaned more of his weight onto him, knowing his hybrid could feel every dip and rise of his body pressed against his back. Glancing back at Grian, he had to hold back a smirk at the way his cheeks, ears, and neck had turned a gorgeous shade of red, but the other was still acting as if he hadn't noticed. Time to set his plan in motion.
"Have you thought of what materials might fit with the ones you already have in the build?" he asked, still pretending to care about their conversation. Meanwhile, his hand that had stilled in Grian's hair started moving again, keeping on seemingly accidentally brushing against the ear wings he knew were extremely sensitive. Grian took a shaky breath, visibly hoping to be able to keep the act of not being affected up, and a warm, giddy feeling spread through Scar at the realization that he somehow hadn't been caught yet.
"Yeah... I was thinking...", the hybrid mumbled, his voice a little breathless, trying to stay focused, "I was thinking... dark oak might go well with the-" A quiet, barely audible noise slipped through his lips and Scar's heart jumped. He had been moving his hand more intently, running along the small feathers and cupping the wing in his hand, and Grian hadn't been able to keep up the act of being unaffected.
"Yeah...?" he encouraged lowly, not yet teasing, but on the verge of it.
Grian squirmed in his seat, his wing fluttering against Scar's hand. "I... I-..."
Scar let out a quiet, appreciative hum, no longer pretending to care about the other's build, and slowly let himself sink to his knees beside Grian's chair, watching the way the little wing moved and caressing it gently. Grian bit his lip, instinctively leaning into the touch, a sound he would later firmly deny had been a whimper escaped him, followed by a quiet word. "Please..."
That had Scar raising an eyebrow. "Begging already, birdie? That pent up?"
The hybrid shook his head, trying his best to keep from letting his expression reveal how much he was enjoying the attention. "No, no... just... just not one wing alone... please..."
An amused chuckle rumbled in Scar's chest and he got up, carelessly shoving the dreaded sketches aside to take a seat on the desk and face Grian. "Getting greedy, are we?" he whispered into Grian's other ear and started lightly running his fingertips along the wing above it silmultaneously. He knew it wasn't greed, Grian was getting overwhelmed with just one of his little wings being taken care of, he knew because he had tried before, but it was fun to see him sputtering, trying to answer when his brain had long shut off and left him pliant beneath Scar's never wavering touch.
And there was another picture he'd lock away in his memory for lonely nights, Grian's blissful expression as he let himself go, let himself fall into the sensations and leaning into Scar's touch, chasing it, his eyes closed and lips parted softly, a sight so intimate and breathtaking it could only be for Scar. Nothing in the world could compare to the feeling that came with watching the other come undone under his hands, let his exhausted mind rest for a while and just be what he was. The softest of tiny chirps filled the room, each one a sound Scar knew he'd kill to hear, but it only took his fingers to trace colorful small feathers, and that was a gift greater than he'd ever recieve. Getting to be with Grian like this were his favourite moments ever.
Scar only realized he had been spacing out a little when Grian's hands found his trousers to grip onto, and he smiled down at him, his fingers stilling momentarily as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the hybrid's forehead. When he leaned back, his expression had turned serious, his hands slowly travelling down from Grian's ear wings along his jawline to cup his cheeks. "I'll be honest, I really want to keep going and take care of you for the rest of the night," he admitted, an almost reverent undertone in his voice, "but if this is important to you and you need to finish it, I'll leave you to it."
Grian's expression softened, a small smile spreading across his face, before a mischievous spark appeared in his dark eyes. "If I had any plans to finish that tonight, I never would've let this go as far as it did."
Scar blinked, a little taken aback, but then he laughed, tightening his grip on Grian's face to pull him up and into his lap. "You knew all along?"
The question earned him a scoff. "Of course. I know you better than anyone else, you really think you could ever hide your intentions from me?"
Scar chuckled, his arms snaking around Grian's waist, drawing him in closer. "Guess I should've thought about that before...", he mumbled, not a hint of real regret in his tone, and swallowed Grian's reply with a heated kiss.