[ never from each other. Hunter doesn’t hide anything from sungki. Ever. He may not be bound exactly the way the fae are when it comes to lying, but he loves sungki enough to fall in line.
Maybe it’s the feeling of those claws that make him want to claw back; and maybe if they weren’t in the damn lake he would do just that just…to a more exaggerated extent. (He does like blood after all; it’s warm and sticky and—)
Instead he noses behind his fae’s ear and just moans back as they move together. He’s still annoyed by the mention of someone else when they’re supposed to be making sparkling chicken babies but that is glossed over by the perfect feel of the other wrapped around him like that. The waters mostly forgotten, the heat flowing between them feels more natural and he wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.
Mine…
It’s even breathed over the others mind, tingly and hot, and leaving no doubt or question. Hunter wants nothing else - just him, them, this, theirs. ]
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Date: 2023-02-22 12:28 am (UTC)Maybe it’s the feeling of those claws that make him want to claw back; and maybe if they weren’t in the damn lake he would do just that just…to a more exaggerated extent. (He does like blood after all; it’s warm and sticky and—)
Instead he noses behind his fae’s ear and just moans back as they move together. He’s still annoyed by the mention of someone else when they’re supposed to be making sparkling chicken babies but that is glossed over by the perfect feel of the other wrapped around him like that. The waters mostly forgotten, the heat flowing between them feels more natural and he wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.
Mine…
It’s even breathed over the others mind, tingly and hot, and leaving no doubt or question. Hunter wants nothing else - just him, them, this, theirs. ]