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. ]
[ok, now sungki's a little annoyed too, because the insolence. everything today is an order, that much should be clear.
the pain is the perfect way to draw it all out, making sungki shiver and send out little circles across the surface of the water. he breathes deeply a few times, hums and uncurls his fingers from the deep scratches that they've left in the stone. for a few moments he just slumps, lazily kicking his feet in the water.
but eventually he reaches back to push against the other's midsection, pushing him back enough so that he can turn in the circle of hunter's wings.]
Not bad, not bad.
[sungki smirks slowly before pulling him in for another kiss, wet and slow.]
He huffs softly at the little push; he was comfortable… but he relents when Sungki spins around to face him again. His eyes catch on the clawed rock for a moment, cute. Why it’s cute he isn’t sure but he thinks it’s cute.
And then he mutters:]
Commentary isn’t necessary…
[ the kiss, however, is.
This is a much nicer way to drown after all. His arms snake around him, pulling him in closer still and it’s clear that every moment they spend like this, together, the more obsessed he is with this beautiful, annoying pain in the ass. He’s perfect…
But he’s still gonna bite the damn fae’s tongue. ]
Don’t you ever bring someone else up when we’re having sex again.
We should know if there's any improvement necessary for the next one.
[sungki arches an eyebrow at him, arms winding around his neck before he smiles. there is so much he could say in response, so many teases. it's in his nature to throw a little salt in a wound. but maybe he should save it for someone that he doesn't love more than his own life.]
The others smile softens his remaining annoyance and he just breathes before pressing their foreheads together. The annoyance wasn’t that serious to begin with really. He just knew Sungki was fishing for something. If there’s anyone in this damned world he would accommodate-it’s Sungki. ]
[which shouldn't be a desirable thing, but he sounds quite pleased about it. he draws hunter in for another leisurely kiss, enjoying the warm water around them. the only sounds are theirs and the sound of a few birds flying overhead.
okay, maybe more than a few. it soon becomes a lot, the noisy cawing of crows. sungki breaks the kiss and pushes aside some of the other's feathers, only to see a number of crows and vultures "disposing" of the mer remains.
and more unbelievably, daeshim. with his broom, sweeping at the dirt.]
[sungki doesn't keep the outburst inside his head, or maybe he's so angry that he can't. he does struggle a little, but it's not an overly serious attempt at escape.
he takes a deep breath before glancing back over his shoulder - their shoulders, making sure that daeshim is out of earshot.]
...You've been with half of these people. I used to watch you through the window.
[ hunter was aware of that but maybe it wasn’t until right now that he realizes the full extent of it.
He waits until they’re alone in the bathroom (because let’s be real, they probably have dead mer-people on them), to let him go. It’s only to lock the door so they can have some legitimate privacy.
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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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the pain is the perfect way to draw it all out, making sungki shiver and send out little circles across the surface of the water. he breathes deeply a few times, hums and uncurls his fingers from the deep scratches that they've left in the stone. for a few moments he just slumps, lazily kicking his feet in the water.
but eventually he reaches back to push against the other's midsection, pushing him back enough so that he can turn in the circle of hunter's wings.]
Not bad, not bad.
[sungki smirks slowly before pulling him in for another kiss, wet and slow.]
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He huffs softly at the little push; he was comfortable… but he relents when Sungki spins around to face him again. His eyes catch on the clawed rock for a moment, cute. Why it’s cute he isn’t sure but he thinks it’s cute.
And then he mutters:]
Commentary isn’t necessary…
[ the kiss, however, is.
This is a much nicer way to drown after all. His arms snake around him, pulling him in closer still and it’s clear that every moment they spend like this, together, the more obsessed he is with this beautiful, annoying pain in the ass. He’s perfect…
But he’s still gonna bite the damn fae’s tongue. ]
Don’t you ever bring someone else up when we’re having sex again.
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[sungki arches an eyebrow at him, arms winding around his neck before he smiles. there is so much he could say in response, so many teases. it's in his nature to throw a little salt in a wound. but maybe he should save it for someone that he doesn't love more than his own life.]
Alright. I swear it.
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[ logic.
The others smile softens his remaining annoyance and he just breathes before pressing their foreheads together. The annoyance wasn’t that serious to begin with really. He just knew Sungki was fishing for something. If there’s anyone in this damned world he would accommodate-it’s Sungki. ]
Did I hurt you the way you hurt that poor rock?
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[which shouldn't be a desirable thing, but he sounds quite pleased about it. he draws hunter in for another leisurely kiss, enjoying the warm water around them. the only sounds are theirs and the sound of a few birds flying overhead.
okay, maybe more than a few. it soon becomes a lot, the noisy cawing of crows. sungki breaks the kiss and pushes aside some of the other's feathers, only to see a number of crows and vultures "disposing" of the mer remains.
and more unbelievably, daeshim. with his broom, sweeping at the dirt.]
...What is he doing, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???
[the other fae looks up at sungki's cry
and gives them a thumbs up.]
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He chuckles under his breath and nuzzles against the others jaw. ]
Maybe we should go before a vulture tries to get at me, too.
[ reluctant…he does slide away and starts for the shoreline with a little nod at the other fae. ]
Dae.
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[grab your mate, because sungki is about to start swinging.]
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How many of you were watching? Wait. Don’t answer that.
[ he swivels to get Sungki around Daeshim. ]
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I'll kill them...I'll kill them all. They'll be nothing left in this forest but us, we'll have it for our own...
[sungki mutters it under his breath, trembling a little. that better not be the scent of popcorn on the breeze...]
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Why are you so mad? You’re lit up more than usual.]
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[sungki doesn't keep the outburst inside his head, or maybe he's so angry that he can't. he does struggle a little, but it's not an overly serious attempt at escape.
he takes a deep breath before glancing back over his shoulder - their shoulders, making sure that daeshim is out of earshot.]
...You've been with half of these people. I used to watch you through the window.
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He waits until they’re alone in the bathroom (because let’s be real, they probably have dead mer-people on them), to let him go. It’s only to lock the door so they can have some legitimate privacy.
Both hands move to smooth over Sungki’s cheeks. ]
…okay. But I’m not anymore. I’m only with you.
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