[well, you know how he feels about chicken. sungki keeps his eyes locked with hunter's, even as he leans in to lick his tongue alongside some of the dried blood of one of his wings.]
1) apparently the chicken wings are sensitive. 2) he might smother Sungki in his sleep for being sexy when he physically cannot perform anything.
Whether it’s the fae’s intention or not, he’s keeping Hunters nightmares at bay for the time being. He reaches out to touch him, wanting more contact than just his tongue. ]
[oh, but the sadistic (and possibly the masochistic) part of him loves seeing the desire flare up in hunter's eyes, while knowing that his body couldn't go through with it.
he blinks at the touch, a faint smile appearing when he remembers what hunter's talking about.]
I know. I am what I am.
[a fae who will let little jealousies get under his skin, and gnash his teeth at imagined rivals. honestly, he doesn't want to think about if things had gone differently between hunter and lennon. if they had been able to stay close, and sungki had come home to find them cuddled up or had to watch them be playful. it would've made him chew on his own fingers.
speaking of:]
Oh. [he leans back, reaching into his pocket to retrieve something. he holds them out on his palm - several severed fingers. fingers that have touched hunter when they shouldn't have.] When I gather enough, I'll make you a crown from the bones.
[ the reminder might not be necessary, but Hunter gives it regardless.
Hurting him, even unintentionally, is the last thing he wants to do. And perhaps, the thing with Lennon was bound to happen regardless. Hunter hated the way Lennon refused to give the fae a chance - and this last argument proved that even when Sungki does something to benefit Lennon in the long run it’s still frowned upon. Hunter would never do that to Daeshim if the roles had been reversed.
He’s pulled from those thoughts at the sound of the initial ‘oh’ and he watches curiously as Sungki searches his pockets. What he reveals should have repulsed him by human standards - who in their right mind would be this calm looking at a set of severed fingers being presented like a gift?
He wants to say they’re not familiar, but the way his body responds to them says otherwise. He swallows softly and tips his head as he looks them over and then rolls his eyes up to look over his Fae’s face. ]
See? Our brand of romance is not soft. Thank you…no one else would have done that for me.
[sungki smiles a bit as he gives his shoulders a shrug.]
Their loss is my gain.
[it's how he really feels, and he thinks that part of the problem with lennon is that maybe he didn't realize just how precious hunter actually is until someone else took him away. that's his believe anyway.]
Oh, this one still has some saliva on it.
[he wipes the severed finger against his jeans. because that's gross.]
[ it still kind of fascinates him that Sungki thinks that way. Hunter looks at him and see’s this…perfect creature that could have whatever he wanted. He could have had freedom without a deal, without terms. Could have had someone beautiful and just as broken. Could have lived wherever he wanted, done whatever he wanted…
He feels the weight at his back and that word flutters across his brain again; Monster.
It’s going to take time to come to terms with all of this. All of it. But he decides to keep most of it to himself. Sungki’s already spent almost the entire night away dealing with his mess as it was.
He smirks faintly as he watches him wipe the finger off on his pants. That was gross, too, but he lets it slide. ]
[ It’s harder to believe that sentiment than it is to believe that Sungki believes it. He knows the fae can’t lie, and he trusts him implicitly. —even if the fae has a harder time trusting him. Is that going to be worse now that he’s worse than human?
Hunter releases a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He’d been tense the whole time Sungki had been gone. He’s always tense when his fae is gone. He isn’t codependent so much as he just feels safer with him. More at home. ]
I don’t want you to suffer for me. No matter how much value you think I have.
[sungki arches an eyebrow at the request - command? there is some hesitation. some. but then he bends his head down and sinks his teeth into the other's hand, breaking skin and drawing blood while he looks up into his eyes.
[ it should hurt—maybe it does and his body just doesn’t register it as anything new. Or maybe he’s just distracted by the others eyes. His own lid a little at the sharp pressure of the bite; a bite that not too long ago literally removed someone else’s fingers. ]
[this is the part where he's supposed to let go. but it's kind of hard when hunter's looking at him that way. it's kind of hard when the taste of his blood is nothing like the others, warmer and sweeter.
but he does, licking the last bit of it away from his lips.]
Don’t worry, next time he won’t tell him to basically stop. It’s obvious they both like it. But he absently licks his own bottom lip and while he is stuck watching the way the blood looks staining the others mouth, he can feel the bite beginning to heal; it’s slower than usual but he’s not surprised.
Still it’s a smaller wound and it heals well enough that he just wiggles his fingers. ]
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adistraction) wrote2022-11-20 08:56 am
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Mmm, even better than your spicy sauce.
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1) apparently the chicken wings are sensitive.
2) he might smother Sungki in his sleep for being sexy when he physically cannot perform anything.
Whether it’s the fae’s intention or not, he’s keeping Hunters nightmares at bay for the time being. He reaches out to touch him, wanting more contact than just his tongue. ]
I didn’t mean to hurt you.
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he blinks at the touch, a faint smile appearing when he remembers what hunter's talking about.]
I know. I am what I am.
[a fae who will let little jealousies get under his skin, and gnash his teeth at imagined rivals. honestly, he doesn't want to think about if things had gone differently between hunter and lennon. if they had been able to stay close, and sungki had come home to find them cuddled up or had to watch them be playful. it would've made him chew on his own fingers.
speaking of:]
Oh. [he leans back, reaching into his pocket to retrieve something. he holds them out on his palm - several severed fingers. fingers that have touched hunter when they shouldn't have.] When I gather enough, I'll make you a crown from the bones.
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[ the reminder might not be necessary, but Hunter gives it regardless.
Hurting him, even unintentionally, is the last thing he wants to do. And perhaps, the thing with Lennon was bound to happen regardless. Hunter hated the way Lennon refused to give the fae a chance - and this last argument proved that even when Sungki does something to benefit Lennon in the long run it’s still frowned upon. Hunter would never do that to Daeshim if the roles had been reversed.
He’s pulled from those thoughts at the sound of the initial ‘oh’ and he watches curiously as Sungki searches his pockets. What he reveals should have repulsed him by human standards - who in their right mind would be this calm looking at a set of severed fingers being presented like a gift?
He wants to say they’re not familiar, but the way his body responds to them says otherwise. He swallows softly and tips his head as he looks them over and then rolls his eyes up to look over his Fae’s face. ]
See? Our brand of romance is not soft. Thank you…no one else would have done that for me.
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Their loss is my gain.
[it's how he really feels, and he thinks that part of the problem with lennon is that maybe he didn't realize just how precious hunter actually is until someone else took him away. that's his believe anyway.]
Oh, this one still has some saliva on it.
[he wipes the severed finger against his jeans. because that's gross.]
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He feels the weight at his back and that word flutters across his brain again; Monster.
It’s going to take time to come to terms with all of this. All of it. But he decides to keep most of it to himself. Sungki’s already spent almost the entire night away dealing with his mess as it was.
He smirks faintly as he watches him wipe the finger off on his pants. That was gross, too, but he lets it slide. ]
You bit them off? I bet that hurt.
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[because they're talking about his pain, right? the humans literally don't matter to him.]
Human bone marrow does not taste like chicken marrow.
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[ it’s not a normal topic of conversation but it is interesting.
He probably doesn’t even realize that he’s staring at Sungki like he’s his favorite thing in the whole world but he is. ]
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[sungki leans in to whisper the words before grinning. as if the words were sweet nothings in his ear.]
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[ his eyes lid a little, falling on that grin he loves so much before sliding back up to meet his eyes. ]
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[it's quiet, so quiet that sungki might've meant to say it to himself. he keeps his eyes on hunter's face as he leans closer.]
Listen to me. Your value is so much more than you realize. You've been lied to about that, over and over. But I can't lie.
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Hunter releases a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He’d been tense the whole time Sungki had been gone. He’s always tense when his fae is gone. He isn’t codependent so much as he just feels safer with him. More at home. ]
I don’t want you to suffer for me. No matter how much value you think I have.
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[the fae rolls his eyes before smirking.]
I don't think love is supposed to be completely painless. And I wouldn't want it to be.
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I’m sorry. I do that? At least I don’t have cold feet.
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[sungki hums in agreement. yes, it could be worse. for example.]
Do you really think you'll heal? [a glance given to his broken wings.] Because I will miss pinning you against the wall if they don't.
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[ he softens and smiles. ]
Worried?
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[the might have to get creative. more creative.]
Maybe if we suspended you from the ceiling...
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Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. Watch…hurt me.
[ he holds out his hand, palm up. ]
Just cut me or something. Don’t break anything.
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oops, he did say not to break anything though.]
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Now watch…
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but he does, licking the last bit of it away from his lips.]
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Don’t worry, next time he won’t tell him to basically stop. It’s obvious they both like it. But he absently licks his own bottom lip and while he is stuck watching the way the blood looks staining the others mouth, he can feel the bite beginning to heal; it’s slower than usual but he’s not surprised.
Still it’s a smaller wound and it heals well enough that he just wiggles his fingers. ]
See? I’ll be okay. I’ve been doing it since…
[ he pauses. ]
…a long time.