[ lazy is the right word to describe the way Rook is moving right now, lazy or languid. syrup slow as he waits for another text from Jiho, not quite pressing hard enough against his cock to really do much more than tease himself. he can't-- he can't remember the last time he touched himself without there being some element of his Cardinal at work, can't remember being this-- this wanting without it.

because of Jiho and his words and the fact that he fucking means it.

he wants to see Rook. doesn't want from him just-- wants him.]

Knnow you wold be, youre good at everything.

[ he has more to text (badly) but then his phone is ringing and--]

Jiho, fuck I can-- I can do that for you. Just for you, always.

[ that probably comes close right then, Rook's voice is hitched a little as he continues to stroke himself, still touching himself over his sweatpants. though hearing Jiho's voice makes him want a little more and there is a soft, pleased noise as he slides his hand beneath the waist band and curls his fingers around himself, stroking slowly.

he gasps Jiho's name on the upstroke, eyes fluttering closed as he thinks about the other listening to him. about how much better it could be if he was here with Rook instead but-- this is good. this is so good.]

Would make an alter of myself for you, you're so-- ah. Jiho, so good to me.