[ Not that he actually thought that. Sungki, once he got something in his head, wasn’t the lazy type. But it was fun to poke the bear, so to speak. If it was a fiery little demon like bear with pretty wings and—-
Whatever. The thoughts drift away as quickly as they come and Hunters basically swimming not only in this seafood boil but in Sungkis psyche as well. He likes it there. It’s warm and homey and his hands paw along the others smooth skin and against the tentacle fabric to feel exactly what they’re working with… ]
[ those feathers flutter a little at the touch and he arches a brow; interesting.
But he does open them up and eyes the unicorn. That just seems like a bad idea…
HE WILL Humor him, though. He did just empty out the lake for their future children to not get eaten. The wings are tucked away as much as he can, and he does reach for the unicorn to climb onto it. ]
So you’re sharing responsibility…that’s fair. I do like balance in most things.
which is why he's having the twins. that way he can always claim that his pain, his discomfort, his joy - it was all twice as much.
he's all yours hunter.
the fae floats after him, but he doesn't join him on the unicorn. he goes right to sucking him off instead, like he's been starved for it the whole morning. which...not a total lie.]
[ at least he’s sort of aware of that by now; he’s fine with you being you Sungki. If he wasn’t he would be on a unicorn floatie to make a baby or two.
The sudden warmth wrapped around his length isn’t even a surprise but it does amuse him a little despite the way he immediately bites his bottom lip to hold back a moan. Not that the dead merfolk care.
His feet swish a little in the water and he watches the others cheeks hollow out around him. Body responding to every single influx of pleasure; it kind of helps knowing there are razor sharp teeth just there.
Hunter spares the unicorn a glance before blinding reaching down to thread his fingers through Sungkis hair; tugging sharply at the wet strands. ]
[sungki makes a sound that's caught halfway between a moan and a growl. but he doesn't stop. in fact, he takes him in even deeper, until he can feel the muscles of sungki's throat working around him.
i'll have plenty of chances. i'm going to wring you dry...you won't be able to come again for days...
sungki is not really a dirty talker - he makes promises, plans and goals. if he says it, hunter can be pretty sure that he means it. but he does draw back without finishing him, pulling himself up onto a floatie that shouldn't hold them both, but does.]
Which is prettier to you, my face or my ass?
[he smiles along with the question, brushing the other's neck with his fingers before they tighten around it.]
[ that growl is his new favorite sound, he’s decided. The vibration of it is heaven and Hunter moans sharply even if his body feels like it’s turning to jello at the same time.
Teeth, throat and God those eyes.
How he hasn’t come undone just by those eyes he’s unsure.
But he whimpers a little as his voice rolls through his mind;
…I don’t doubt you.
—-a complaint is right up here when he’s released but there’s no reason for it when he can feel the gentle weight of him climbing up to join him on the ridiculous floatie.
He swallows, and his lashes flutter a little when he feels the others fingers against his skin moments before the pressure is clamped down. The blue in his eyes brighten as he stares up into the Faes face and he thinks about that question but the answer is neither.
Both are beautiful, but they’re not the part that made it unbearable to not have you… ]
[the arch of his eyebrow is evidence of his surprise, surprise at hunter's answer.]
You are not allowed to be sweet today...
[because it has an effect, whether he wants it to show or not. and it shows even easier when he's in this skin, the color blooming on his cheeks. sungki straddles him, rocking his hips back and forth slowly to work him up.]
[ Sungki doesn’t have to work very hard to work anything up. No one has ever been able to work Hunter up as fast as Sungki can. It’s almost annoying.
He swallows and watches his face; the pressure still there on his throat feels nice, though so he doesn’t speak a loud—
You saw me and you didn’t hate it. You didn’t steal me. You stayed. You didn’t try to fix me. You’re everything I wanted my entire life. You’re every wish I ever made. Every prayer I ever prayed. You were the escape I craved every day. And you’re real.… ]
[sungki hums at the sentiments, a little smile on his lips. he can't stop the way that his eyes soften as he continues to look at him. so much of it is also true for him. hunter came outside for him night after night, unafraid and unimpressed. oddly enough it's that last one that sungki likes the most. he's a fucking magical creature with ethereal beauty, incredible power and even wealth. and hunter thinks nothing of drooling on him in his sleep.]
Very real...
[he echoes aloud while lifting his hips to slide down over him. his hand tightens as he does, and he pulls hunter in to kiss away what little remaining breath he has.]
In some ways he misses those nights; sneaking out to see him. In reality, he knows that the whole thing happened really fast…and yet, it always felt like time slowed down a little when he went out there. When they’d sit and talk. When it was just them and no one else. It was like being in a quiet bubble.
Sungki didn’t make Hunter love anyone less, he just…naturally slid into the place he was meant to be in.
And now you’re stuck with me.
Which…he’s more than happy with.
This is also something he’s more than happy with; not having to think about it too hard, having the fae in control so all he has to do is fall in line—very happy. And Holy…that feels amazing. He feels amazing in whatever form he’s in. The warmth wrapping around him makes him whimper thickly beneath the others hand and finally into his mouth. Both hands run along the tentacle covered thighs, and up higher along his hips; fingers tips digging into the others skin hard enough to probably bruise.
sungki knows how he feels, and he clenches around him while breaking the kiss, just to see the look on hunter's face. the way his lips part and his eyelashes flutter. he rides him, slowly at first, loosening his fingers just enough to allow him one good breath.]
No. Tomorrow. Tonight you're all mine.
[to take what he wants. to do with as he wants. it's the fae in him that thinks this way, but it's the fae in him that also speaks the truth. tomorrow he'll give hunter what he wants, do all the things that he likes.
he gives the other a push, until the other's back meets a rock nearer to the edge of the lake. sungki keeps him pinned there, mouth finding his neck and drawing blood as easily as any mer.]
hunter takes that breath once it’s allowed but his vision is still pleasantly hazy as he watches the others face. He’s so damned beautiful…
His hips roll a little and his lips part to argue but—nope…what comes out is not at all an argument. Sungki can do and have whatever he wants from him. Hunter isn’t going to complain about that. And maybe he just likes hearing that he’s his.
Luckily, most things are healed at this point; save for a few bits at the ends of the wings that are slowly molting away and replenishing - otherwise the rock might have hurt. Not that he’d complain about it. Scrapes and bruises aren’t exactly new territory. Still, he does grunt quietly at the connection, being pinned softens a little of the discomfort when it’s followed by lips and teeth.
It’s sharp and sudden and hunter moans, hands dragging along the others thighs, tearing at the shredded fabric. That feels good.
[it might have been a little intentional. maybe. there are months of discomfort and pain to follow for him, it would only be fair. but he would never harm hunter for real, a fact that they both know. (sometimes he wonders if he made a mistake letting hunter know it a little -too- well.
the small claws on the tips of his fingers dig down into hunter's shoulders. a pleasured sound escapes his lips, and for a few moments he closes his eyes to just enjoy the feeling of rising and lowering himself over the other's cock.
so it takes that long to respond: not taking requests today...
but he follows it with a smirk and another deep kiss. he'll remember it for later.]
[ The contrast of the muffled groans and the laughter in his head is clear but he can’t help it.
Got it. Do as you please, Gremlin~
If that means being used up and covered in marks that he will purposefully wait to heal until later - he has no complaints. None.
His lips part with a breath and his wings rustle a little against the rocks behind him. His hips roll to meet him just enough to show that he IS present but Sungki is still completely in control. ]
[you're just my toy with a little good angel juice in you.
sungki catches hunter's bottom lip between his sharp teeth, tugging it out a little. nothing makes him come like a little pain, a little blood, a little...well, dying. the words "little death" have never been more accurate. and when he's made him fear for his life just enough to release the first time-
the fae slides back through the water, pulling the other off the rock so that he can bend over it instead, pulling the other back into place behind him.]
One baby down...one to go.
[he gasps before chuckling. and hunter had better not freak out on him.]
[ well. He didn’t expect THAT to have that kind of effect on him but…he can be a toy. That’s fine. It’s good. He’s not complaining.
And he’s right. The pain. The blood. That’s the tipping point. The sensation and scent that those two things give off are enough to ignite those little flames inside of him, too.
Dying does feel so good. So, so, go—
Wait a damn minute let him breathe before you shock his system into uh.
The change in position startles his brain for a moment because it’s…isn’t this against the rules in this baby making contract?! He feels like it is, but does he REALLY care right now? No. ]
Wait a second. Excuse you, Sir. They are going to have a chat about this later because even the hint of that is unacceptable.
He still isn’t exactly fond of the position he’s in but now he’s just mad and it kind of dulls the discomfort. And really it’s not like he has to do much else than let instincts take hold. Which will piss him off later, too.
Whoever said angels don’t have claws was a liar and without thinking every action over he reaches around and wraps his own fingers around Sungkis throat, the little clawed tips cause faint pinpricks of blood to rise to the surface. Along with the little blue flames that lick across the surface of the water around them.
If that’s supposed to be cute, it isn’t. Don’t say shit like that again. ]
[today is only about what sungki wants. he's letting the pure selfishness of a fae take over.
or is he? because what if he does care when what he wants doesn't exactly align with what hunter wants? how can he possibly navigate that?
like this. there's a fire inside of hunter, not even counting the fire that sungki placed inside of him too. all he has to do is ignite that fire, and it will do what fires naturally do: burn everything.
he shivers in the other's hold. if he moves too much, those claws might sink in even deeper and do some real damage - it's a tempting thought. sungki clenches and flutters around him, gasping on his own orgasm. but his hips soon rock back again of their own accord, still wanting more.
[ the truth is, hunter would give sungki anything he wanted. Thus far, he feels like he has…but this makes him wonder if he’s not giving him everything he wants… he’ll have to talk with him about that later. *Communication is key.
the shiver is enough proof to make him wonder if…he should try and make some adjustments when it comes to certain things.
His fingers flex a little and he finds that he likes the way that feels from this end, too. And while Sungki doesn’t exactly broadcast all of those feelings, hunter tips his head at the…hint, the faintest hint that maybe…mm. Cute. They’re a little messed up, aren’t they?
The flames lick a little higher when his fae flutters around him and the sensation is mildly maddening , even if he’d wanted to be done, how could he? His body moves on its own, using the water around them to coax him into a comfort he’s still not really accustomed to.
As if I’d actually be capable of sharing you…
No. Maybe in the beginning when he was still unsure about what to do about his own connections - he might have been convinced it was fine. But now? No. He selfishly draws that clawed hand down along the others skin, leaving fine lines of blood all the way down until he’s more careful with the new (old?) anatomy. He does like this, by the way…Sungki is Sungki and while he has his preference, he would go down anytime he was given the opportunity.
You don’t share me like that, I won’t be sharing you. ]
[everyone's a little messed up. they just don't try to hide it, and especially not from each other.
sungki reaches back, digging his own claws into hunter's hips to pull him deeper, closer. there's a little sting at every scratch and bruise on his body, but it's an almost electric feeling that he likes.
hunter's thoughts feel almost as good as his body, and sungki closes his eyes to revel in them. more than half of him is underwater, but the heat rising around them is enough to make him break out in a gentle sweat.]
Close...closer...
[he starts to whimper, moaning hunter's name. pornographic sounds that are aiming right for his dick.]
[ 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. ]
[sungki's not the type who'd actually have hatesex with someone, but maybe he can understand the appeal a little more. hunter is different when he's annoyed - not better, but different, and the fae thought that they might need a little of that this time.
he hisses, and leans forward to dig his claws into the rock instead, chipping off little pieces of it. between the two of them, the water is steadily growing unnaturally warm, steam rising from its surface. there's a sweet spot inside of him, and he would be just fine passing the daylight with hunter hitting it again and again.
but this body isn't quite as strong as his will. he tightens again, and reaches one hand back to grip some feathers. hopefully he doesn't pull any out, but...no promises.
mark me. feel me up so that the world can see the proof of your claim.]
[ the feather grab provokes those wings to wrap around them again; unconsciously for the most part, but maybe it’s also to give Sungki access without tearing them apart again.
Hunter noses along the side of the others neck where he knows those burned marks lie and something about that makes him happy. The blood would wash away, the bruises would disappear, but for some reason Sungki wanted those to stay.
That an order?
Not that he’s going to wait for a response, really. Baby #2 is apparently impatient and he knows that he wouldn’t last much longer anyway. But claws scratch along the others hips and where he’s nuzzling, he presses a bite down first…following it with a languid lick when he can think a little straighter. ]
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[ he smirks softly against his mouth — ]
Don’t get lazy now.
[ Not that he actually thought that. Sungki, once he got something in his head, wasn’t the lazy type. But it was fun to poke the bear, so to speak. If it was a fiery little demon like bear with pretty wings and—-
Whatever. The thoughts drift away as quickly as they come and Hunters basically swimming not only in this seafood boil but in Sungkis psyche as well. He likes it there. It’s warm and homey and his hands paw along the others smooth skin and against the tentacle fabric to feel exactly what they’re working with… ]
You’re still in control, right?
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[he teases his fingers along some of hunter's feathers. no sense in turning himself into a gumball machine when he has him to help, right?
he snorts at the question, reaching under the water to push hunter's hands away.]
Always. Now get on the unicorn.
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But he does open them up and eyes the unicorn. That just seems like a bad idea…
HE WILL Humor him, though. He did just empty out the lake for their future children to not get eaten. The wings are tucked away as much as he can, and he does reach for the unicorn to climb onto it. ]
So you’re sharing responsibility…that’s fair. I do like balance in most things.
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which is why he's having the twins. that way he can always claim that his pain, his discomfort, his joy - it was all twice as much.
he's all yours hunter.
the fae floats after him, but he doesn't join him on the unicorn. he goes right to sucking him off instead, like he's been starved for it the whole morning. which...not a total lie.]
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The sudden warmth wrapped around his length isn’t even a surprise but it does amuse him a little despite the way he immediately bites his bottom lip to hold back a moan. Not that the dead merfolk care.
His feet swish a little in the water and he watches the others cheeks hollow out around him. Body responding to every single influx of pleasure; it kind of helps knowing there are razor sharp teeth just there.
Hunter spares the unicorn a glance before blinding reaching down to thread his fingers through Sungkis hair; tugging sharply at the wet strands. ]
Not too much if you’re shooting for two…
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i'll have plenty of chances. i'm going to wring you dry...you won't be able to come again for days...
sungki is not really a dirty talker - he makes promises, plans and goals. if he says it, hunter can be pretty sure that he means it. but he does draw back without finishing him, pulling himself up onto a floatie that shouldn't hold them both, but does.]
Which is prettier to you, my face or my ass?
[he smiles along with the question, brushing the other's neck with his fingers before they tighten around it.]
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Teeth, throat and God those eyes.
How he hasn’t come undone just by those eyes he’s unsure.
But he whimpers a little as his voice rolls through his mind;
…I don’t doubt you.
—-a complaint is right up here when he’s released but there’s no reason for it when he can feel the gentle weight of him climbing up to join him on the ridiculous floatie.
He swallows, and his lashes flutter a little when he feels the others fingers against his skin moments before the pressure is clamped down. The blue in his eyes brighten as he stares up into the Faes face and he thinks about that question but the answer is neither.
Both are beautiful, but they’re not the part that made it unbearable to not have you… ]
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You are not allowed to be sweet today...
[because it has an effect, whether he wants it to show or not. and it shows even easier when he's in this skin, the color blooming on his cheeks. sungki straddles him, rocking his hips back and forth slowly to work him up.]
...Fine. What did make it unbearable for you?
[because the fae is curious.]
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He swallows and watches his face; the pressure still there on his throat feels nice, though so he doesn’t speak a loud—
You saw me and you didn’t hate it. You didn’t steal me. You stayed. You didn’t try to fix me. You’re everything I wanted my entire life. You’re every wish I ever made. Every prayer I ever prayed. You were the escape I craved every day. And you’re real.… ]
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[sungki hums at the sentiments, a little smile on his lips. he can't stop the way that his eyes soften as he continues to look at him. so much of it is also true for him. hunter came outside for him night after night, unafraid and unimpressed. oddly enough it's that last one that sungki likes the most. he's a fucking magical creature with ethereal beauty, incredible power and even wealth. and hunter thinks nothing of drooling on him in his sleep.]
Very real...
[he echoes aloud while lifting his hips to slide down over him. his hand tightens as he does, and he pulls hunter in to kiss away what little remaining breath he has.]
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…does he? Probably…oh well.
In some ways he misses those nights; sneaking out to see him. In reality, he knows that the whole thing happened really fast…and yet, it always felt like time slowed down a little when he went out there. When they’d sit and talk. When it was just them and no one else. It was like being in a quiet bubble.
Sungki didn’t make Hunter love anyone less, he just…naturally slid into the place he was meant to be in.
And now you’re stuck with me.
Which…he’s more than happy with.
This is also something he’s more than happy with; not having to think about it too hard, having the fae in control so all he has to do is fall in line—very happy. And Holy…that feels amazing. He feels amazing in whatever form he’s in. The warmth wrapping around him makes him whimper thickly beneath the others hand and finally into his mouth. Both hands run along the tentacle covered thighs, and up higher along his hips; fingers tips digging into the others skin hard enough to probably bruise.
Mine. ]
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sungki knows how he feels, and he clenches around him while breaking the kiss, just to see the look on hunter's face. the way his lips part and his eyelashes flutter. he rides him, slowly at first, loosening his fingers just enough to allow him one good breath.]
No. Tomorrow. Tonight you're all mine.
[to take what he wants. to do with as he wants. it's the fae in him that thinks this way, but it's the fae in him that also speaks the truth. tomorrow he'll give hunter what he wants, do all the things that he likes.
he gives the other a push, until the other's back meets a rock nearer to the edge of the lake. sungki keeps him pinned there, mouth finding his neck and drawing blood as easily as any mer.]
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hunter takes that breath once it’s allowed but his vision is still pleasantly hazy as he watches the others face. He’s so damned beautiful…
His hips roll a little and his lips part to argue but—nope…what comes out is not at all an argument. Sungki can do and have whatever he wants from him. Hunter isn’t going to complain about that. And maybe he just likes hearing that he’s his.
Luckily, most things are healed at this point; save for a few bits at the ends of the wings that are slowly molting away and replenishing - otherwise the rock might have hurt. Not that he’d complain about it. Scrapes and bruises aren’t exactly new territory. Still, he does grunt quietly at the connection, being pinned softens a little of the discomfort when it’s followed by lips and teeth.
It’s sharp and sudden and hunter moans, hands dragging along the others thighs, tearing at the shredded fabric. That feels good.
Do that more often…]
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the small claws on the tips of his fingers dig down into hunter's shoulders. a pleasured sound escapes his lips, and for a few moments he closes his eyes to just enjoy the feeling of rising and lowering himself over the other's cock.
so it takes that long to respond: not taking requests today...
but he follows it with a smirk and another deep kiss. he'll remember it for later.]
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Got it. Do as you please, Gremlin~
If that means being used up and covered in marks that he will purposefully wait to heal until later - he has no complaints. None.
His lips part with a breath and his wings rustle a little against the rocks behind him. His hips roll to meet him just enough to show that he IS present but Sungki is still completely in control. ]
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sungki catches hunter's bottom lip between his sharp teeth, tugging it out a little. nothing makes him come like a little pain, a little blood, a little...well, dying. the words "little death" have never been more accurate. and when he's made him fear for his life just enough to release the first time-
the fae slides back through the water, pulling the other off the rock so that he can bend over it instead, pulling the other back into place behind him.]
One baby down...one to go.
[he gasps before chuckling. and hunter had better not freak out on him.]
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And he’s right. The pain. The blood. That’s the tipping point. The sensation and scent that those two things give off are enough to ignite those little flames inside of him, too.
Dying does feel so good. So, so, go—
Wait a damn minute let him breathe before you shock his system into uh.
The change in position startles his brain for a moment because it’s…isn’t this against the rules in this baby making contract?! He feels like it is, but does he REALLY care right now? No. ]
Don’t think that’s how it works…
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it takes a second to get the angle perfect, and then sungki gives a breathy little laugh at hunter's words, like he knows something that he doesn't.]
Harder. Or I'll find a substitute.
[maybe that pretty one who's always high...
he wouldn't. he has zero desire to. but he knows hunter, and there's more ways of getting him to do what he wants other than actual force.]
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Wait a second. Excuse you, Sir. They are going to have a chat about this later because even the hint of that is unacceptable.
He still isn’t exactly fond of the position he’s in but now he’s just mad and it kind of dulls the discomfort. And really it’s not like he has to do much else than let instincts take hold. Which will piss him off later, too.
Whoever said angels don’t have claws was a liar and without thinking every action over he reaches around and wraps his own fingers around Sungkis throat, the little clawed tips cause faint pinpricks of blood to rise to the surface. Along with the little blue flames that lick across the surface of the water around them.
If that’s supposed to be cute, it isn’t. Don’t say shit like that again. ]
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or is he? because what if he does care when what he wants doesn't exactly align with what hunter wants? how can he possibly navigate that?
like this. there's a fire inside of hunter, not even counting the fire that sungki placed inside of him too. all he has to do is ignite that fire, and it will do what fires naturally do: burn everything.
he shivers in the other's hold. if he moves too much, those claws might sink in even deeper and do some real damage - it's a tempting thought. sungki clenches and flutters around him, gasping on his own orgasm. but his hips soon rock back again of their own accord, still wanting more.
i'm yours. only yours.]
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the shiver is enough proof to make him wonder if…he should try and make some adjustments when it comes to certain things.
His fingers flex a little and he finds that he likes the way that feels from this end, too. And while Sungki doesn’t exactly broadcast all of those feelings, hunter tips his head at the…hint, the faintest hint that maybe…mm. Cute. They’re a little messed up, aren’t they?
The flames lick a little higher when his fae flutters around him and the sensation is mildly maddening , even if he’d wanted to be done, how could he? His body moves on its own, using the water around them to coax him into a comfort he’s still not really accustomed to.
As if I’d actually be capable of sharing you…
No. Maybe in the beginning when he was still unsure about what to do about his own connections - he might have been convinced it was fine. But now? No. He selfishly draws that clawed hand down along the others skin, leaving fine lines of blood all the way down until he’s more careful with the new (old?) anatomy. He does like this, by the way…Sungki is Sungki and while he has his preference, he would go down anytime he was given the opportunity.
You don’t share me like that, I won’t be sharing you. ]
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sungki reaches back, digging his own claws into hunter's hips to pull him deeper, closer. there's a little sting at every scratch and bruise on his body, but it's an almost electric feeling that he likes.
hunter's thoughts feel almost as good as his body, and sungki closes his eyes to revel in them. more than half of him is underwater, but the heat rising around them is enough to make him break out in a gentle sweat.]
Close...closer...
[he starts to whimper, moaning hunter's name. pornographic sounds that are aiming right for his dick.]
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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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he hisses, and leans forward to dig his claws into the rock instead, chipping off little pieces of it. between the two of them, the water is steadily growing unnaturally warm, steam rising from its surface. there's a sweet spot inside of him, and he would be just fine passing the daylight with hunter hitting it again and again.
but this body isn't quite as strong as his will. he tightens again, and reaches one hand back to grip some feathers. hopefully he doesn't pull any out, but...no promises.
mark me. feel me up so that the world can see the proof of your claim.]
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Hunter noses along the side of the others neck where he knows those burned marks lie and something about that makes him happy. The blood would wash away, the bruises would disappear, but for some reason Sungki wanted those to stay.
That an order?
Not that he’s going to wait for a response, really. Baby #2 is apparently impatient and he knows that he wouldn’t last much longer anyway. But claws scratch along the others hips and where he’s nuzzling, he presses a bite down first…following it with a languid lick when he can think a little straighter. ]
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