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[ Sleep and Clothing don’t mix anymore. Not when both he and Sungki run a little hotter than normal (Sungki more than Hunter). The tights are all there is.

Clearly Hunter doesn’t have an issue wandering around naked (though, now with Lavy he might have to…maybe).

Nodding along, Hunter hums. Of course they annoyed him. They were annoying creatures and they hogged the lake. Good riddance. They should have known they were trespassing for the most part anyway.

Both hands slide along the others sides under the water until his fingers can tuck into the band of said tights. He wants to see them up close later, but he saw enough to know he did like them. A lot.

More than a lot. Enough that he just kisses that grin; fully, chasing him so he has no choice but to kiss him back. ]

I’ll pay my respects later to the maker.

Mm, much later.

[he lets him chase at first, because it's fun and they both now how it'll really end. he wraps his legs around hunter's waist and rubs against him, the subtle friction softened even more by the water.]

They tear quite easily.

[that's a bad thing, right? So why does he make it sound like such a good thing? questions to be dwelled on in depth later, as the fae kisses him deeply, and starts to chase back.]

[ Water also makes everything more sensitive, oddly enough, and Hunter reacts no matter how subtle those movements are. He breathes softly when Sungki starts to speak again, but he doesn’t bother responding.

Both hands run along the tights, tracing over the tentacle shapes, and dipping along the smoother bits of thigh.

It’s when he’s finally chased back that he tests that little….tearing bit. And when it does tear as easily as it had been hinted at he almost moans against his mouth. No, not almost, he definitely moans against him. The water is calm but it’s warm around them and in this little feathered cocoon he finds he doesn’t want to leave this spot. Not ever. ]

I’ll love you more than anyone, always.

[he does love that sound. sungki grins and bites at his lips, barely giving him time or room to talk.]

And I'll love you more than anyone. Always.

[he didn't really think that he even could love, not until he met hunter. now he has - well, fond feelings for one or two others, but nothing nearly this strong.

but he knows it'll be strong for their children too. and he can barely wait.]

I hope you slept well. We're not leaving until you put at least two babies in me.

Thought you were going for three?

[ 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?

That was before your big reveal.

[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.

[ 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.

I don't.

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. ]

Not too much if you’re shooting for two…

[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.]

...Fine. What did make it unbearable for you?

[because the fae is curious.]

[ 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.… ]

Edited 2023-02-12 04:02 (UTC)

Hmm...

[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.]

[ he does NOT drool on you!

…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. ]

[so much drool, it's disgusting and he loves it.

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.]

[ weirdo. ♥

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…]

[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. ]

Don’t think that’s how it works…

[fae aren't overly fond of rules. just be glad that he pulls him back into the place where it could result in babymaking and not...uh.

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.]

[ IS that how it works???

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. ]

Edited 2023-02-21 23:03 (UTC)

[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.

i'm yours. only yours.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2023-02-21 23:52 (UTC)

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