It was quicker this way. Why are you complaining? [He raises an eyebrow as he answers so matter-of-factly. He isn't sure why the other is always so defiant when speaking to him. Even over things that he does which meant no offense. It was like the other only ever knew how to be difficult with him.
He doesn't understand why exactly.] Does it matter now? I took us somewhere else like you requested. You wanted somewhere more private did you not?
[It's not like he's expecting a thank you. That's not the point. He just was curious why the other doesn't seem pleased that he complied with what they wanted.
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't respond to the question right away. He's looking at the other rather intently as he seems to ponder over the question. He sighs after a moment.] We won't go all the way. [He doesn't think that they would have the energy anyways and they really do lack the means for preparations. It's not like he's fully knowledgeable, but he knows enough.]
It's obviously embarrassing to be carried like that...
[Does he really not know? He really doesn't seem to know. Kim Dokja is tempted to activate Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint just to double check, but this man really seems to be clueless. He'll let it go, then, because it's too late anyway. The deed is done. He'll have to endure the endless teasing.
At least Han Sooyoong doesn't know about any of this.
He tries to compose himself again. He's doing a really bad job of it. He would have thought the embarrassment would have helped with his erection, but it seems to have had the opposite effect.]
I don't know why you were warning me like it's some sort of bad thing.
[It's asked so honestly. He thought the other would get mad if he carried him like a sack of potatoes, but he guesses he has a lot to learn about the particulars of this man. He isn't sure how exactly he should carry the other, but he'd also like for it not to be a normal enough occurrence for a multitude of reasons.]
We've barely met each other. [It hasn't been that long since the First Scenario even if it probably felt quite long. Still, they were strangers only moments ago in his eyes.] We've kissed only three times. [Kim Dokja was completely new to all of this. Would it not be responsible to warn the other and to try and have some restraint?] Tch...most people would prefer to be courted a little longer... [Yoo Joonghyuk seemed...a little embarrassed...
Despite his cold and heartless disposition; Yoo Joonghyuk was a romantic at heart.]
[He hesitates a little. Yoo Joonghyuk really hadn't done it to embarrass him, then, and his earnestness now was... It was so in contrast from the violent bastard he still kept expecting the protagonist to be. It was sweet.]
If you really have to carry me, that way is fine.
[He still would prefer to avoid it. Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't the one who'd be the target of everyone's teasing, while Kim Dokja seemed to attract those kinds of comments. Was it really important, though, compared to the fact that this man wanted him? It was difficult to shake a lifetime of protecting himself, but this was his soulmate.]
We don't have to do it now.
[The words are a bit painful to say. He's so worked up, all he wants is to throw himself at this man. Was Yoo Joonghyuk always this hesitant? Kim Dokja thought back to Ways of Survival. Yoo Joonghuk almost never took a lover, throughout all his regressions, and there were always people interested in him... Lee Seolhwa was one of the rare exceptions. And yes, it had taken her some time to get through to the guarded protagonist.
He shoves down his disappointment, his insecure thoughts.]
[Yoo Joonghyuk takes a deep breath. He's...obviously frustrated in a lot of ways right now. He really wants this, but he's also the more experienced party. He wanted to do things right. Or as right as one can do during an apocalypse.]
I don't want to wait. [He grits out.] I'm trying to be mindful. [Yoo Joonghyuk has always been a man who just went for whatever he wanted, but that wasn't how relationships worked. Communicating through words isn't exactly his forte and the other was being rather difficult by not outright saying things. It was really trying his patience.]
I want to do something. [He just thinks it would be better not to do go too far right now. Not when they were still so tired and not when the other was so very new to a relationship.] I want to make sure you're alright with this.
[He still doesn't really understand the hesitation, then. Kim Dokja obviously wants this, and it's not something that really needs a warning, which is the word Yoo Joonghyk had used. But maybe he's thinking that because of his inexperience.
At any rate, he knows what Yoo Joonghyk wants to hear.]
Yes. [One word. Unmistakable.] I'm alright with this.
[It still goes against his very nature to be so straightforward with his answers, but it's the only thing that will get them anywhere here.]
[It was more than enough. All he needed to hear is that one word and there was no reason for him to talk anymore. He had always been someone who talked with his actions, so it was just easier to express his want and need for the other through that.
Yoo Joonghyuk immediately leans down to capture the other in a searing kiss. He easily shrugs his coat off and letting it pool around his feet; not caring for it in the least as his attention is completely stuck on the other. The man was more obviously well built without the coat obscuring his figure somewhat. It was a body that wasn't built purely off coins, but of his own training.
His fingers easily move to push the smaller man's coat off those slim shoulders. Kim Dokja was plain in appearance to some extent, but they were still somehow the most breathtaking person in his eyes.
He already wanted to touch the other so bad. To feel their skin under his fingers. It was maddening.]
[Somehow the way Yoo Joonghyuk kisses him is still overwhelming. It's a few moments where he forgets to breathe, and then he discovers that both their coats are already on the ground.
He wonders if it's even possible to get used to this. Yoo Joonghyuk is the most intense man he's ever met, even more intense than Ways of Survival described him as. He wants to touch. He wants to keep kissing. He's not sure where to start, but Yoo Joonghyuk clearly does, so he steps closer, moves his hands up to rest on the man's chest, and then - with some uncertainty - gets at least a couple of buttons open.
He has to be twice the size of Kim Dokja with all that muscle he can feel under his shirt.]
[He easily untucks Kim Dokja's shirt so that one hand can slip underneath the fabric and explore smooth skin underneath. Kim Dokja had no scars and was smooth in comparison to Yoo Joonghyuk. Scars littered his body and his hands were rough with callouses and just as many scars.]
You're too thin. [He pulls away just for a moment to say that before he's quickly back to devouring that mouth. He thinks the other should definitely train more though.
His free hand moves to start unbuttoning the top buttons of the thinner man's shirt to expose that neck he wanted to mark so bad.]
[The feeling of Yoo Joonghyuk touching his bare skin makes him moan, pressing himself closer instinctively. It feels impossibly good. At the same time it makes him feel vulnerable, a feeling he tries his best to shove down somewhere deep.
That comment makes him hesitate again.]
What my body looks like doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't reflect strength in the scenarios.
[It's defensive. It's probably too defensive. But he knows he's small compared to this man, who is some sort of perfect specimen, the ideal protagonist. They really are opposites in so many ways.]
[He can't help but huff out a laugh. It wasn't that the reaction was unexpected, but he didn't expect the other to respond so strongly too.] You're so damn sensitive. [It's not said as an insult, but there's a darker tone to his voice. He's committing everything to memory and knowing how easily the other might fall apart with his ministrations...]
Do you eat enough? Do you even train? [ He isn't judging the other's appearance to judge him but more out of concern that the other isn't taking care of himself. Coins was a lofty bandaid for actually taking care of oneself.
He starts trailing kisses down Kim Dokja's jaw and neck.] You need to take better care of yourself.
[He hadn't expected this to turn into a commentary on his healthy or unhealthy habits. He didn't think it mattered anymore, if it ever had, when his goal had never been to be an athlete.]
Does carrying your dead weight around count as training?
[The kisses are spreading goosebumps across his skin. It's distracting him from the commentary, at least a little, but he still feels like he has a point to make. His hands drop down from Yoo Joonghyk's chest, and instead move to pick him up, so he can hopefully push him against a nearby wall.]
[Yoo Joonghyuk tenses a little when he's lifted. Like Kim Dokja, the man wasn't very good at being vulnerable or being put in a position where he might be vulnerable. It made sense given what the regressor had gone through, but it takes him a moment to relax. He lets the other do as he pleases. The other surely knows he can easily overpower him if he wanted to.]
It does matter. [Kim Dokja knows it matters. If Yoo Joonghyuk didn't train; he'd never manage to get to the end. Especially given the sword techniques that he had learned. He would never be able to use what he knew without training harshly.
He'll take his time to really observe the other. From soft hair to pale, smooth skin. Long eyelashes and a slim body. He now has the time to really give the other a proper once over.] It isn't bad. [He does still think the other should train and definitely eat more, but it isn't like he completely disapprove of the other. He's incapable of that anyways.]
[Maybe he should try working out a little bit, to improve that assessment. On the other hand, he's probably a lost cause. And instead of thinking about that, he'd much rather get back to what they were doing a moment ago, when Yoo Joonghyuk's hands were touching him.
The downside to lifting him up is that now it really would be impossible to kiss him. His hands aren't free to touch, either. He really didn't think this through. He sets him down again, but keeps him pushed against the wall, before getting up on the very tips of his toes so he can kiss him.]
Maybe you should be thinking about something else.
[He tugs at Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt, making a button pop loose. It's a small act of revenge, but it's satisfying.]
[Maybe he should cook for the other. If they aren't gonna feed themselves then he will have to.
He leans down so he can return the kiss, but it's short-lived as he pulls away so he can presses kisses against his neck again. Once he gets to the junction between shoulder and neck; he sinks his teeth in to leave a mark.]
I'm thinking about you, aren't I?
[He clicks his tongue.] Tsk. You better replace that. [He pulls away slightly so he can unbutton and toss his shirt off and revealing toned abs and stomach for the other. He returns to nipping at that pale neck of his.]
[He knows that argument won't go over well, but the point here isn't appeasing the other. They have different priorities, that's all, and Kim Dokja feels he's been doing well for himself considering.
Though now he's the one who ends up distracted by the other. His mind goes blank for a second at the bite. He moans, the pain making him twist his body as he feels a shudder build along his spine. He digs his fingers into Yoo Joonghyuk's hips.]
[He would argue more with the other, but he tucks that away for the time being. It's a conversation for another time.
Instead, he smirks a little as he unbuttons the rest of their shirt to access more skin; nipping and sucking at pale skin.]
Ah, these type of noises are far more suitable than your chatter. [It's rather nice. The other was so responsive to his actions and he was quite enjoying it.] Weren't you the one who told me to give up and take a tie, but I feel as though I'm the one with the advantage.
[Just as his brain kicks in again, Yoo Joonghyuk makes that comment. It leaves him immediately flustered.]
Shut up, you damn bastard.
[He has no better comeback, not when Yoo Joonghyuk keeps doing that with his mouth. He has to get back at him somehow. He has to figure out a way to touch him that the other man likes. Impatiently, he tries to shake his shirt off his shoulders, to get that out of the way, but it gets stuck on his wrists, hanging down behind him and preventing him from reaching Yoo Joonghyuk at all.
Reaching behind himself, he manages to pull one hand free at least. He lets the shirt dangle freely from the other, not caring if it drags against the ground.]
[He just hums in response as he returns to leaving as many marks on the other as he can. Something about seeing that pale skin covered in angry red marks from him set his stomach on fire pleasantly. The man surely was possessive and he almost wished these marks would be seen. He wants to make sure people knew that the man was his, after all. Still, the other giving him easy access to all that plentiful skin means he should take full advantage of it.
Hands move to grab that waist and pull it close so he can grind his hips against the other's own.] Usually I'd be the one telling you to shut up, but I want to hear you. [Seeing this infuriating man unravel under his fingertips has him rather wanting.]
[And he can't do anything about the way Yoo Joonghyuk's attention is making him moan and squirm. He's quickly becoming breathless. He refuses to surrender, though, so he goes for a desperate move: He pushes Yoo Joonghyuk roughly back to create space between them, if only so that he can lean in, fill that space again, and take his turn pressing kisses to the other man's chest.
He has no idea what he's doing. He's just mimicking what Yoo Joonghyuk was doing. He nips at his skin, though not nearly as roughly, wishing he had any confidence right now.
What would Yoo Joonghyuk like? Ways of Survival never went into any detail when it came to something like this.]
[The other gets so easily riled up. He isn't sure if this is just how they are if they just get difficult whenever it's him involved.
He watches the other with interest. It's obvious the other didn't know what they were doing, but it was endearing to watch them try. One of his hands move to get tangled again in that soft hair and he lets out a content sigh. Wherever the other touches is hot to his skin. While actual skill is lacking, he finds it doesn't make the actual experience any less pleasant. Perhaps just the act of physical intimacy is enough with the bond.] I thought you'd have a stronger bite with all that talk. [Maybe he's riling the other up a little himself. Or maybe he wants the other to know that no amount of strength in their bites will be a detriment.]
[Maybe he is a bit too defensive, but he's not really capable of turning that off. What he is capable of, though, is following instruction - for once, maybe because it was phrased as a challenge, meant to goad him. He bites at Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder, harder than before, leaving red marks behind in the muscle. And then on a whim he kisses that same spot.
He pushes his hands against his stomach, just to feel, just to touch, admiring the way his abs are shifting and moving as Yoo Joonghyuk breathes.]
[His grip in those ebony locks tighten just a bit when Kim Dokja bites down. It's too bad that Yoo Joonghyuk isn't exactly the most vocal lover. Or at least, he's still got too much of a grip on his control to make too many noises. The other is rewarded with a low hiss at the very least.]
It depends on the mood. [Times with Lee Seolhwa were passionate, but their love was something more tender. With Kim Dokja, it was more like a disaster. A whirlwind of tension and passion and need for release. It was overwhelming and a lot, but it made him feel alive. A feeling he had been struggling to find the more times he regressed. The other made him start to feel human again.] It doesn't matter if it's with you.
[The hand that wasn't in Kim Dokja's hair resumes mapping that lithe body as he strokes his chest before eventually resting where skin meets the fabric of the pants still settled on the smaller man's hips.] I'll take your most tender touches or your most roughest bites if you'll let me have them.
[That's... Not what he expected to hear at all. He'd thought of this as a competition, but those words are making quick work of him, leaving him feeling disarmed. He raises his head to look up at Yoo Joonghyuk. His expression is clearly surprised, caught off guard.
Not sure what to say, he wraps a hand behind the back of his neck, and leans in to kiss him, hard. His shirt is left dangling down between them.]
You can have both.
[All of it, he thinks. He just wants this man. It's terrifying, but he wants him more than he can describe. It's the kind of cliche phrase he'd scoff at when he reads it in a novel, but right now it's the only thing that could be accurate.]
[He lets out a pleased noise in the back of his throat as he is all but happy with returning the kiss; slotting his mouth with the smaller man's and tasting the other again.]
I want all of you.
[He's greedy and possessive. He knows he can't keep the man to himself, but part of him wants to. At the very least, no one else can share the intimacy that the two of them have.
Fingers are moving to undo Kim Dokja's belt; a palm pressing against his crotch.]
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He doesn't understand why exactly.] Does it matter now? I took us somewhere else like you requested. You wanted somewhere more private did you not?
[It's not like he's expecting a thank you. That's not the point. He just was curious why the other doesn't seem pleased that he complied with what they wanted.
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't respond to the question right away. He's looking at the other rather intently as he seems to ponder over the question. He sighs after a moment.] We won't go all the way. [He doesn't think that they would have the energy anyways and they really do lack the means for preparations. It's not like he's fully knowledgeable, but he knows enough.]
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[Does he really not know? He really doesn't seem to know. Kim Dokja is tempted to activate Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint just to double check, but this man really seems to be clueless. He'll let it go, then, because it's too late anyway. The deed is done. He'll have to endure the endless teasing.
At least Han Sooyoong doesn't know about any of this.
He tries to compose himself again. He's doing a really bad job of it. He would have thought the embarrassment would have helped with his erection, but it seems to have had the opposite effect.]
I don't know why you were warning me like it's some sort of bad thing.
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[It's asked so honestly. He thought the other would get mad if he carried him like a sack of potatoes, but he guesses he has a lot to learn about the particulars of this man. He isn't sure how exactly he should carry the other, but he'd also like for it not to be a normal enough occurrence for a multitude of reasons.]
We've barely met each other. [It hasn't been that long since the First Scenario even if it probably felt quite long. Still, they were strangers only moments ago in his eyes.] We've kissed only three times. [Kim Dokja was completely new to all of this. Would it not be responsible to warn the other and to try and have some restraint?] Tch...most people would prefer to be courted a little longer... [Yoo Joonghyuk seemed...a little embarrassed...
Despite his cold and heartless disposition; Yoo Joonghyuk was a romantic at heart.]
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If you really have to carry me, that way is fine.
[He still would prefer to avoid it. Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't the one who'd be the target of everyone's teasing, while Kim Dokja seemed to attract those kinds of comments. Was it really important, though, compared to the fact that this man wanted him? It was difficult to shake a lifetime of protecting himself, but this was his soulmate.]
We don't have to do it now.
[The words are a bit painful to say. He's so worked up, all he wants is to throw himself at this man. Was Yoo Joonghyuk always this hesitant? Kim Dokja thought back to Ways of Survival. Yoo Joonghuk almost never took a lover, throughout all his regressions, and there were always people interested in him... Lee Seolhwa was one of the rare exceptions. And yes, it had taken her some time to get through to the guarded protagonist.
He shoves down his disappointment, his insecure thoughts.]
If you want to wait, we'll wait.
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I don't want to wait. [He grits out.] I'm trying to be mindful. [Yoo Joonghyuk has always been a man who just went for whatever he wanted, but that wasn't how relationships worked. Communicating through words isn't exactly his forte and the other was being rather difficult by not outright saying things. It was really trying his patience.]
I want to do something. [He just thinks it would be better not to do go too far right now. Not when they were still so tired and not when the other was so very new to a relationship.] I want to make sure you're alright with this.
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[He still doesn't really understand the hesitation, then. Kim Dokja obviously wants this, and it's not something that really needs a warning, which is the word Yoo Joonghyk had used. But maybe he's thinking that because of his inexperience.
At any rate, he knows what Yoo Joonghyk wants to hear.]
Yes. [One word. Unmistakable.] I'm alright with this.
[It still goes against his very nature to be so straightforward with his answers, but it's the only thing that will get them anywhere here.]
More than that, I'm trying to make it happen.
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Yoo Joonghyuk immediately leans down to capture the other in a searing kiss. He easily shrugs his coat off and letting it pool around his feet; not caring for it in the least as his attention is completely stuck on the other. The man was more obviously well built without the coat obscuring his figure somewhat. It was a body that wasn't built purely off coins, but of his own training.
His fingers easily move to push the smaller man's coat off those slim shoulders. Kim Dokja was plain in appearance to some extent, but they were still somehow the most breathtaking person in his eyes.
He already wanted to touch the other so bad. To feel their skin under his fingers. It was maddening.]
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He wonders if it's even possible to get used to this. Yoo Joonghyuk is the most intense man he's ever met, even more intense than Ways of Survival described him as. He wants to touch. He wants to keep kissing. He's not sure where to start, but Yoo Joonghyuk clearly does, so he steps closer, moves his hands up to rest on the man's chest, and then - with some uncertainty - gets at least a couple of buttons open.
He has to be twice the size of Kim Dokja with all that muscle he can feel under his shirt.]
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You're too thin. [He pulls away just for a moment to say that before he's quickly back to devouring that mouth. He thinks the other should definitely train more though.
His free hand moves to start unbuttoning the top buttons of the thinner man's shirt to expose that neck he wanted to mark so bad.]
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That comment makes him hesitate again.]
What my body looks like doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't reflect strength in the scenarios.
[It's defensive. It's probably too defensive. But he knows he's small compared to this man, who is some sort of perfect specimen, the ideal protagonist. They really are opposites in so many ways.]
--It's not that bad, is it?
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Do you eat enough? Do you even train? [ He isn't judging the other's appearance to judge him but more out of concern that the other isn't taking care of himself. Coins was a lofty bandaid for actually taking care of oneself.
He starts trailing kisses down Kim Dokja's jaw and neck.] You need to take better care of yourself.
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Does carrying your dead weight around count as training?
[The kisses are spreading goosebumps across his skin. It's distracting him from the commentary, at least a little, but he still feels like he has a point to make. His hands drop down from Yoo Joonghyk's chest, and instead move to pick him up, so he can hopefully push him against a nearby wall.]
Does training matter when I can do this?
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It does matter. [Kim Dokja knows it matters. If Yoo Joonghyuk didn't train; he'd never manage to get to the end. Especially given the sword techniques that he had learned. He would never be able to use what he knew without training harshly.
He'll take his time to really observe the other. From soft hair to pale, smooth skin. Long eyelashes and a slim body. He now has the time to really give the other a proper once over.] It isn't bad. [He does still think the other should train and definitely eat more, but it isn't like he completely disapprove of the other. He's incapable of that anyways.]
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[Maybe he should try working out a little bit, to improve that assessment. On the other hand, he's probably a lost cause. And instead of thinking about that, he'd much rather get back to what they were doing a moment ago, when Yoo Joonghyuk's hands were touching him.
The downside to lifting him up is that now it really would be impossible to kiss him. His hands aren't free to touch, either. He really didn't think this through. He sets him down again, but keeps him pushed against the wall, before getting up on the very tips of his toes so he can kiss him.]
Maybe you should be thinking about something else.
[He tugs at Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt, making a button pop loose. It's a small act of revenge, but it's satisfying.]
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[Maybe he should cook for the other. If they aren't gonna feed themselves then he will have to.
He leans down so he can return the kiss, but it's short-lived as he pulls away so he can presses kisses against his neck again. Once he gets to the junction between shoulder and neck; he sinks his teeth in to leave a mark.]
I'm thinking about you, aren't I?
[He clicks his tongue.] Tsk. You better replace that. [He pulls away slightly so he can unbutton and toss his shirt off and revealing toned abs and stomach for the other. He returns to nipping at that pale neck of his.]
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[He knows that argument won't go over well, but the point here isn't appeasing the other. They have different priorities, that's all, and Kim Dokja feels he's been doing well for himself considering.
Though now he's the one who ends up distracted by the other. His mind goes blank for a second at the bite. He moans, the pain making him twist his body as he feels a shudder build along his spine. He digs his fingers into Yoo Joonghyuk's hips.]
Oh -- That's --
[What were they talking about?]
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Instead, he smirks a little as he unbuttons the rest of their shirt to access more skin; nipping and sucking at pale skin.]
Ah, these type of noises are far more suitable than your chatter. [It's rather nice. The other was so responsive to his actions and he was quite enjoying it.] Weren't you the one who told me to give up and take a tie, but I feel as though I'm the one with the advantage.
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Shut up, you damn bastard.
[He has no better comeback, not when Yoo Joonghyuk keeps doing that with his mouth. He has to get back at him somehow. He has to figure out a way to touch him that the other man likes. Impatiently, he tries to shake his shirt off his shoulders, to get that out of the way, but it gets stuck on his wrists, hanging down behind him and preventing him from reaching Yoo Joonghyuk at all.
Reaching behind himself, he manages to pull one hand free at least. He lets the shirt dangle freely from the other, not caring if it drags against the ground.]
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Hands move to grab that waist and pull it close so he can grind his hips against the other's own.] Usually I'd be the one telling you to shut up, but I want to hear you. [Seeing this infuriating man unravel under his fingertips has him rather wanting.]
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[And he can't do anything about the way Yoo Joonghyuk's attention is making him moan and squirm. He's quickly becoming breathless. He refuses to surrender, though, so he goes for a desperate move: He pushes Yoo Joonghyuk roughly back to create space between them, if only so that he can lean in, fill that space again, and take his turn pressing kisses to the other man's chest.
He has no idea what he's doing. He's just mimicking what Yoo Joonghyuk was doing. He nips at his skin, though not nearly as roughly, wishing he had any confidence right now.
What would Yoo Joonghyuk like? Ways of Survival never went into any detail when it came to something like this.]
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[The other gets so easily riled up. He isn't sure if this is just how they are if they just get difficult whenever it's him involved.
He watches the other with interest. It's obvious the other didn't know what they were doing, but it was endearing to watch them try. One of his hands move to get tangled again in that soft hair and he lets out a content sigh. Wherever the other touches is hot to his skin. While actual skill is lacking, he finds it doesn't make the actual experience any less pleasant. Perhaps just the act of physical intimacy is enough with the bond.] I thought you'd have a stronger bite with all that talk. [Maybe he's riling the other up a little himself. Or maybe he wants the other to know that no amount of strength in their bites will be a detriment.]
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[Maybe he is a bit too defensive, but he's not really capable of turning that off. What he is capable of, though, is following instruction - for once, maybe because it was phrased as a challenge, meant to goad him. He bites at Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder, harder than before, leaving red marks behind in the muscle. And then on a whim he kisses that same spot.
He pushes his hands against his stomach, just to feel, just to touch, admiring the way his abs are shifting and moving as Yoo Joonghyuk breathes.]
So you like it rough?
[He has to know if he's going to learn.]
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It depends on the mood. [Times with Lee Seolhwa were passionate, but their love was something more tender. With Kim Dokja, it was more like a disaster. A whirlwind of tension and passion and need for release. It was overwhelming and a lot, but it made him feel alive. A feeling he had been struggling to find the more times he regressed. The other made him start to feel human again.] It doesn't matter if it's with you.
[The hand that wasn't in Kim Dokja's hair resumes mapping that lithe body as he strokes his chest before eventually resting where skin meets the fabric of the pants still settled on the smaller man's hips.] I'll take your most tender touches or your most roughest bites if you'll let me have them.
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Not sure what to say, he wraps a hand behind the back of his neck, and leans in to kiss him, hard. His shirt is left dangling down between them.]
You can have both.
[All of it, he thinks. He just wants this man. It's terrifying, but he wants him more than he can describe. It's the kind of cliche phrase he'd scoff at when he reads it in a novel, but right now it's the only thing that could be accurate.]
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I want all of you.
[He's greedy and possessive. He knows he can't keep the man to himself, but part of him wants to. At the very least, no one else can share the intimacy that the two of them have.
Fingers are moving to undo Kim Dokja's belt; a palm pressing against his crotch.]
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