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“You look stressed.” Bato commented off-handedly as he entered the hut. Hakoda looked up from where he was seated on the animal skins. War discussions were not going well; the men were reluctant to leave their (somewhat) peaceful lives to go fight in a never-ending war.

“Is it that obvious?” A smidge of sarcasm accompanied by a smile both feeble and fake. Bato crossed the room and knelt behind his Chief, hands going up to the broad shoulders and massaging through the coat as best he could.

“If you don’t relax, you’ll grow grey long before your time.” Bato frowned, removing his hands from the shoulders and tugging his gloves off. Hakoda turned his head, giving him a questioning look. “You’ll have to take your coat off if you want a proper massage.”

“Grey hair makes a man look dignified and wise.” He responded after removing the heavy outer layer; he shivered at the temperature difference despite the fire that kept the hut moderately warm.

“And older than what he is.” Bato added, replacing his hands on his friend’s shoulders and kneading tense muscles through the thinner tunic. “I happen to like your hair the color it is.”

“Enjoy it while you can.” He groaned as Bato’s hands moved up his shoulder blades to the base of his neck, leaning back into the warm touch. “If things keep going the way they are, I’ll soon have a full head of grey.”

“Stop talking nonsense.” He rolled his thumbs over the base of the neck, smiling to himself as he felt the muscles relaxing under his touch. He continued the circular motions for a few minutes, reveling in the hush that has settled over them; the only sounds were the fire crackling and Hakoda humming soft and sweet, eyes closed.

Bato stopped his careful minstrations, one arm draping itself over his friend’s chest, the other moving up. His hand placed under the chin, tickling the beard, tilted Hakoda’s head up, to the side, positioning it at the perfect angle for him to capture those salty-sweet lips. Hakoda, with eyes fluttering open and one arms raised to place a hand behind his Second-in-Command’s head, returned the kiss, eyes now half-lidded and lips parting to allow passionate tongue to dance with his. There was no battle for dominance here for there was no need for it; both men considered the other as their equal.

Bato broke the kiss, lips gliding down the cheek to place tender kisses against Hakoda’s neck.. He nipped, sucked, as his arms drifted down to undo the tunic’s belt. Hands roamed over bare chest, rubbing muscles, as Hakoda shrugged the tunic off. He took a momnt to caress the pecs, slowly moving his way down to the abdomen; at the same time, his kisses trailed down the neck to the nape and across the shoulder. Hakoda groaned his appreciation at the sensual attention, even more so once those hands reached the waistline of his pants.

“You still haven’t finished my back.”

“Hmm?” Bato hummed against bare flesh before lifting his mouth away from the tasty skin, resting his chin on his friend’s shoulder. His hands remained still where they were: one tucked halfway under the waistline, the other flat against the toned stomach. “So I haven’t. But…”

He kissed the shoulder again, the hand once on Hakoda’s stomach drifted down to join the other under the cover of the pants. Hakoda moaned, his hips bucking up into the touch, wanting more.

“I think it will have to wait.”

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“You look stressed.” Bato commented off-handedly as he entered the hut. Hakoda looked up from where he was seated on the animal skins. War discussions were not going well; the men were reluctant to leave their (somewhat) peaceful lives to go fight in a never-ending war.

“Is it that obvious?” A smidge of sarcasm accompanied by a smile both feeble and fake. Bato crossed the room and knelt behind his Chief, hands going up to the broad shoulders and massaging through the coat as best he could.

“If you don’t relax, you’ll grow grey long before your time.” Bato frowned, removing his hands from the shoulders and tugging his gloves off. Hakoda turned his head, giving him a questioning look. “You’ll have to take your coat off if you want a proper massage.”

“Grey hair makes a man look dignified and wise.” He responded after removing the heavy outer layer; he shivered at the temperature difference despite the fire that kept the hut moderately warm.

“And older than what he is.” Bato added, replacing his hands on his friend’s shoulders and kneading tense muscles through the thinner tunic. “I happen to like your hair the color it is.”

“Enjoy it while you can.” He groaned as Bato’s hands moved up his shoulder blades to the base of his neck, leaning back into the warm touch. “If things keep going the way they are, I’ll soon have a full head of grey.”

“Stop talking nonsense.” He rolled his thumbs over the base of the neck, smiling to himself as he felt the muscles relaxing under his touch. He continued the circular motions for a few minutes, reveling in the hush that has settled over them; the only sounds were the fire crackling and Hakoda humming soft and sweet, eyes closed.

Bato stopped his careful minstrations, one arm draping itself over his friend’s chest, the other moving up. His hand placed under the chin, tickling the beard, tilted Hakoda’s head up, to the side, positioning it at the perfect angle for him to capture those salty-sweet lips. Hakoda, with eyes fluttering open and one arms raised to place a hand behind his Second-in-Command’s head, returned the kiss, eyes now half-lidded and lips parting to allow passionate tongue to dance with his. There was no battle for dominance here for there was no need for it; both men considered the other as their equal.

Bato broke the kiss, lips gliding down the cheek to place tender kisses against Hakoda’s neck.. He nipped, sucked, as his arms drifted down to undo the tunic’s belt. Hands roamed over bare chest, rubbing muscles, as Hakoda shrugged the tunic off. He took a momnt to caress the pecs, slowly moving his way down to the abdomen; at the same time, his kisses trailed down the neck to the nape and across the shoulder. Hakoda groaned his appreciation at the sensual attention, even more so once those hands reached the waistline of his pants.

“You still haven’t finished my back.”

“Hmm?” Bato hummed against bare flesh before lifting his mouth away from the tasty skin, resting his chin on his friend’s shoulder. His hands remained still where they were: one tucked halfway under the waistline, the other flat against the toned stomach. “So I haven’t. But…”

He kissed the shoulder again, the hand once on Hakoda’s stomach drifted down to join the other under the cover of the pants. Hakoda moaned, his hips bucking up into the touch, wanting more.

“I think it will have to wait.”