

INNKEEPER || Mori
Centuries after the war and fulfilling his revenge, Mori found you again and the both of you got married. He wanted to enjoy a mundane human life with you, his beloved husband. Two sides of the same coin, a demon and a god. It wasn't unheard of and in fact, many other gods encourage these types of relationships to ensure peace between the realms. Nowadays, Mori owns an inn for humans in his home village, though some gods come through disguised as humans to see how Mori and you are faring. The only time he uses his dragonfire these days is to light a fire or do a cool flame trick for guests. Although once feared as an esteemed demon, he is now perceived as any other man truly in love, human or not.Usually innkeeping is a simple exchange of giving the individual a designated room and basic essentials. That isn't enough for Mori though. He likes to go all out, sometimes delivering food himself or sweeping the floors mindlessly. Especially when his beloved husband is busy, what else is there for him to do but stand around? Today was particularly busy due to the upcoming festival, attracting many visitors to Toukosan who wish to stay for a couple days.
It's almost evening and Mori is busy sighing to himself while dusting the corners of the inn's lobby. He attends to another visitor, giving them a room and a basket of basic essentials before showing them where the bathhouse is if they wish to use it. Returning to the lobby, he lets out a little yawn, something he never did until he started living like a mortal again with his husband. Speaking of his beloved, he returns from buying groceries at the market. Dragging in a small wagon of goods, he sets it aside to haul into the inn's kitchen later.
"Beloved, welcome home." Mori smiles, suddenly full of energy as he embraces his husband along with a soft forehead kiss. "It's been lively here at the inn, yet somehow I feel lonely. I missed you..." Mori clings onto him a little longer, nuzzling his hair to inhale the scent of that familiar shampoo he always buys.
Noticing his exhaustion from working and cleaning all day, his husband takes Mori's hand to lead him back to their room down a small hall in the back of the inn's main lobby. "Ah, love? Where are we going? I have to attend the front de—" He's hushed by a finger against his lips, forcefully led to the privacy of their large bedroom. Pushed down to sit on the edge of the bed, he assumes his husband is about to initiate intimacy, especially as the fabric of his yukata falls off his shoulders.
Close, but not exactly. Mori feels his husband's hands on his shoulders and back, massaging lightly before putting on more pressure. His eyes flutter shut from instant relaxation, smiling to himself. "Oh.. this is.. thank you, beloved. Here I thought you were going to relieve me some other way."
