Hunters smile widens a little. Something about catching the fae off guard. It amuses him and makes him feel all that much more protective over him.
“Mm, he just eats the way we do,” he continues to brush his fingers lovingly along the others cheek, but he looks at all of them again, “…did I accidentally drug all of you?”
Did she put everyone to sleep thanks to her sketti-coma?
He frowns softly and twists a little to pull his phone out of his pocket and check the time, “Not that long…an hour maybe? I honestly thought you guys would still be in the kitchen when I got back.”
He holds up his phone for Sungki to see and then just sets it on the table so he can focus on him again instead. “I’ll eat later. I’m not real hungry right now.”
Hunter stays kneeling there for what feels like a long time, just looking over the three of them and his hand brushes along the others tummy.
“I just…sort of exorcised a demon….I think…from a wolf giving birth…” he breathes, “I’ll be hungry in a little while.”
Hunter watches Sungki’s face carefully; noting the way he looks at Dawnya and Lavender. The smirk.
His hand continues to brush over the others tummy and he finds himself arching a brow, too, “If they’re like you they won’t be monsters,” there’s a small pause, “I mean, they won’t be their kind of good,” he glances at the girls, “but they probably won’t try to eat us in our sleep of anything.”
Hunter completely bypasses the Ruinwood comment and gapes at Sungki.
“Two hundred dollar shirt?” He gives him a look like he’s judging him two hundred percent, even as he stands up and reaches to help pull him up off of the couch.
But Sungki isn't a dragon...his fortune isn't endless, and they had the house to build, plus the children to think of. He does not want their children running around in homemade clothing. (No offense, Lavender.)
He huffs once he's on his feet, and pulls the hem down as best he can. A mother is fluttering around the lamp in the corner - the girls will definitely be okay.
“I love you so much, but sometimes I have to wonder why,” Hunter breathes, but he sounds so incredibly fond that he has to physically stop himself from rolling his own eyes.
He gently nudges him towards the kitchen and catches his hand even if it’s just for a moment, he wants the contact.
“To….a lot of people, probably, but….no…so…technically….yes….” He squints a little, “you’re asking me. So….you can translate that for yourself. I’m tired.”
He pokes around the remaining spaghetti and puts a little bit in a to-go container for Lavender to take home to Daeshim, and dishes out the last bit for them to eat. Sungki’s plate it slid into the microwave and he noms on a piece of room temp bread while he waits for it.
He squeezes his hand. Worse than angels? He has no idea. Hunter's words are a little nonsensical, but it's not the first time. Sungki hums as he watches the microwave.
"Do you know what would be good on that? Peanut butter."
The nonsense is typically worse when he’s tired because he doesn’t even try to articulate words that make sense. Sungki has never given him shit for it, though, so he doesn’t even worry about it.
“Fae are funny,” he snorts softly and reaches over to put the piece of bread in Sungki’s mouth to hold while he grabs the plate from the microwave, “On the spaghetti or the bread?” He sets the plate down in front of the other and retrieves his bread before shoving his own plate into the microwave.
Hunter pauses and looks Sungki over thoughtfully, serious…and then he just hums, “Could put peanut butter on you, too…that would probably be good.”
He takes the bread out of his mouth, chewing his bite slowly. Yeah, with just a touch more garlic, peanut butter could be delicious on this. Sungki looks at him sharply at that last "recipe".
The fae sighs, and for a moment he's preoccupied with getting some of the peanut butter out of the jar, putting it on the side of his plate before he smears his fork against the bread.
"I don't fake anything with you. I don't expect you to like everything about me either." He watches him, finishing the bread off. "You're a good little bottom. I enjoy reminding you of that."
The spaghetti pauses halfway to his mouth before he lowers his fork again.
"No. If I did something for you, you would do something for me in return. Which isn't a bad thing either." Finally, he takes a bite. "You're worrying too much again. If I didn't like something, you would be the first to know."
Hunter pauses mid-bite, “I don’t want to talk about him. It pisses me off.”
He hates that Lennon won’t acknowledge either of them; even now when time has passed. Nothing they do seems to matter or change anything. At this point he only sees the things they do as benefiting Daeshim and Lavender.
And he’s still pissed off that Sungki is treated like some horrible creature when he’s gone out of his way to help things. Granted, a percentage of that has been for selfish reasons. Still.
Hunter continues to eat slowly, “No. To keep you from buying ridiculously expensive clothes for a while.”
He looks over, “Or ever again. I’m quite fond of you naked.”
“—for two hundred dollars—“ Hunter finishes right on the tail of the ‘sale’ because it needs to be said.
Not that he’s actually angry about it.
Mostly, it’s just funny.
“Yes, you do. All of you is like silk.” He nods along, “Really, all of the sex is your fault anyway. I was content without sex until you happened. I mean, yeah, it was fun…feels nice. But I didn’t need it.” He shrugs, “Your fault. You can give me the card when we go to bed later.”
It's true that anything he buys right now probably won't fit in a week. And not after he has the babies either.
But still.
Sungki lets his fork clatter to the plate before reaching his hand out to cover Hunter's. And then he summons his best sultry voice, his best bedroom eyes.
"Let me keep it until morning, and I'll drape you in that silk. Daddy."
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:04 pm (UTC)"I was just resting my..."
He can't finish the statement, because he's awake enough to realize that it's a lie. He was definitely doing more than resting his eyes.
"I think Baein passed out at the table...does he live in our kitchen now?"
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:07 pm (UTC)“Mm, he just eats the way we do,” he continues to brush his fingers lovingly along the others cheek, but he looks at all of them again, “…did I accidentally drug all of you?”
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:15 pm (UTC)Lavender gives a couple of kicks in her sleep at that, but just as quickly slips back into dreamland.
"There was still some left for you. Probably." Sungki frowns as he looks around the room for a clock. "How long were you gone?"
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:23 pm (UTC)Did she put everyone to sleep thanks to her sketti-coma?
He frowns softly and twists a little to pull his phone out of his pocket and check the time, “Not that long…an hour maybe? I honestly thought you guys would still be in the kitchen when I got back.”
He holds up his phone for Sungki to see and then just sets it on the table so he can focus on him again instead. “I’ll eat later. I’m not real hungry right now.”
Hunter stays kneeling there for what feels like a long time, just looking over the three of them and his hand brushes along the others tummy.
“You’re going to be good at this…”
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:31 pm (UTC)"You're not hungry. You, who got pregnancy cravings before I did."
Clearly, he's skeptical. Sungki arches a brow at him before glancing at the sleeping girls.
"They're just good. Ours are going to be monsters. We'll see."
Still, he smirks a little.
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:39 pm (UTC)“I just…sort of exorcised a demon….I think…from a wolf giving birth…” he breathes, “I’ll be hungry in a little while.”
Hunter watches Sungki’s face carefully; noting the way he looks at Dawnya and Lavender. The smirk.
His hand continues to brush over the others tummy and he finds himself arching a brow, too, “If they’re like you they won’t be monsters,” there’s a small pause, “I mean, they won’t be their kind of good,” he glances at the girls, “but they probably won’t try to eat us in our sleep of anything.”
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:44 pm (UTC)So much for thinking that it's quiet all the time. Sungki stretches his arms over his head, stopping abruptly at the sound of tearing fabric.
"...This was a two hundred dollar shirt. Fuck it, I'm finishing the spaghetti."
If - and I do mean IF - he can get up off the couch.
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:47 pm (UTC)“Two hundred dollar shirt?” He gives him a look like he’s judging him two hundred percent, even as he stands up and reaches to help pull him up off of the couch.
The girls will be okay.
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:52 pm (UTC)But Sungki isn't a dragon...his fortune isn't endless, and they had the house to build, plus the children to think of. He does not want their children running around in homemade clothing. (No offense, Lavender.)
He huffs once he's on his feet, and pulls the hem down as best he can. A mother is fluttering around the lamp in the corner - the girls will definitely be okay.
"Was it gross?"
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:57 pm (UTC)He gently nudges him towards the kitchen and catches his hand even if it’s just for a moment, he wants the contact.
“To….a lot of people, probably, but….no…so…technically….yes….” He squints a little, “you’re asking me. So….you can translate that for yourself. I’m tired.”
He pokes around the remaining spaghetti and puts a little bit in a to-go container for Lavender to take home to Daeshim, and dishes out the last bit for them to eat. Sungki’s plate it slid into the microwave and he noms on a piece of room temp bread while he waits for it.
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:04 pm (UTC)He squeezes his hand. Worse than angels? He has no idea. Hunter's words are a little nonsensical, but it's not the first time. Sungki hums as he watches the microwave.
"Do you know what would be good on that? Peanut butter."
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:09 pm (UTC)“Fae are funny,” he snorts softly and reaches over to put the piece of bread in Sungki’s mouth to hold while he grabs the plate from the microwave, “On the spaghetti or the bread?” He sets the plate down in front of the other and retrieves his bread before shoving his own plate into the microwave.
Hunter pauses and looks Sungki over thoughtfully, serious…and then he just hums, “Could put peanut butter on you, too…that would probably be good.”
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:17 pm (UTC)He takes the bread out of his mouth, chewing his bite slowly. Yeah, with just a touch more garlic, peanut butter could be delicious on this. Sungki looks at him sharply at that last "recipe".
"Hmm...smooth or crunchy?"
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:22 pm (UTC)“I do like the crunch normally but I think smooth would be more fun,” he nods after considering that once more and agreeing with his thought.
Grabbing his plate he sets it down beside Sungki and grabs a jar of peanut butter on his way around to sit beside him.
The jar is opened and he dips his fork into it for a taste.
“Sungki….are you really as horny as you act or is it an act and you’re doing it for me the way Dae does for Lennon?”
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:26 pm (UTC)He's waiting for his turn with that peanut butter jar, but both eyebrows shoot up at his question.
"Hunter, I'm trying to eat here please don't make me think about Daeshim's sex life."
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:34 pm (UTC)"I don't fake anything with you. I don't expect you to like everything about me either." He watches him, finishing the bread off. "You're a good little bottom. I enjoy reminding you of that."
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:37 pm (UTC)“…so you are doing it for me?”
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:41 pm (UTC)The spaghetti pauses halfway to his mouth before he lowers his fork again.
"No. If I did something for you, you would do something for me in return. Which isn't a bad thing either." Finally, he takes a bite. "You're worrying too much again. If I didn't like something, you would be the first to know."
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:51 pm (UTC)Even if there’s no point.
“Fair,” he nods a little.
He sucks the remaining peanut butter off of his fork and twirls around his spaghetti when it’s cleaned.
“I want your credit cards for a while.”
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Date: 2023-04-11 05:54 pm (UTC)Sorry, he had to. Lennon drew his blood and he still hasn't forgiven him.
Sungki blinks once before eyeing him suspiciously.
"Beeecause you want to buy something...?"
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Date: 2023-04-11 06:02 pm (UTC)He hates that Lennon won’t acknowledge either of them; even now when time has passed. Nothing they do seems to matter or change anything. At this point he only sees the things they do as benefiting Daeshim and Lavender.
And he’s still pissed off that Sungki is treated like some horrible creature when he’s gone out of his way to help things. Granted, a percentage of that has been for selfish reasons. Still.
Hunter continues to eat slowly, “No. To keep you from buying ridiculously expensive clothes for a while.”
He looks over, “Or ever again. I’m quite fond of you naked.”
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Date: 2023-04-11 06:09 pm (UTC)"It was on sale!" For two hundred dollars. Though...he has to admit one thing: "I do look good naked. Even now, my ass is like silk."
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Date: 2023-04-11 06:13 pm (UTC)Not that he’s actually angry about it.
Mostly, it’s just funny.
“Yes, you do. All of you is like silk.” He nods along, “Really, all of the sex is your fault anyway. I was content without sex until you happened. I mean, yeah, it was fun…feels nice. But I didn’t need it.” He shrugs, “Your fault. You can give me the card when we go to bed later.”
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Date: 2023-04-11 06:19 pm (UTC)But still.
Sungki lets his fork clatter to the plate before reaching his hand out to cover Hunter's. And then he summons his best sultry voice, his best bedroom eyes.
"Let me keep it until morning, and I'll drape you in that silk. Daddy."
Yeah. He said it.
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