[ yeah, Rook will spend the rest of his existence proving to Jiho that he deserves this happiness, that he deserves happiness at all. because whatever the assassin thinks, he isn't the terrible being that he thinks he is, isn't damned like he might think. he does what he does to help others, and that-- that is so much more than what other's can say. so Rook believes him when he says that about trust.

when he promises him.

Rook is so caught up in that, the way Jiho sounds, that it takes a moment for him to realize that his voice is no longer coming from the phone beside him but rather from in front of him.

there is a noise, choked and ragged, as Rook's eyes snap open and he zeroes in on Jiho as he walks into the room looking fucking ethereal. it has his breath catching and his hips jerking into his grip.]

Jiho, what-- Jiho. [ Rook arches as the assassin climbs into bed with him, presses close and slots his hand over the demon's. Rook's laugh is breathless, and he turns his head to seek out Jiho's lips for a kiss that is languid and easy.

just like this. like them.]

Yeah? Pretty huh? That-- ah, is the nicest compliment. [ probably just because it comes from you. Rook hums and noses along Jiho's cheek, hand slowing a little as he does. ] Don't be sorry this is--- this is so good. You're so good. Haven't felt like this in forever.

[ he blinks then, eyes hazy as he smiles, syrup slow at Jiho next to him. leans in to press his lips to his, all other pleasure forgotten for that moment as he mumbles against his lips.] Love you, Jiho. And I'm not sorry about it.