[rook looks so cute when he's surprised. ....it's probably not the way others would have described him, looking like a buffet as he arches his body and bucks his hips. man or woman, they'd want him, want to feel him inside of them or slide themselves between his legs. their pleasure would tangle with his, and while that's not a bad thing-

jiho doesn't want him confused about who he's thinking of right now. he hums into the kiss, sliding his hand up to feel him.]

Good. That's so good. I was- [hoping that would be the case. hoping that he could still be a part of this in some way, because he wants to experience everything with rook. he slides his thumb around the head of his cock, no more bothered by it than he would be touching any other part of his body, really. all of his real attention, all of his affection is where their lips meet, a slow taste of the demon before his close again. his eyes with them, but they flutter back open at rook's words.] You do?

[god, his heart. could rook actually hear it? jiho's breath hitches before he presses his face against rook's neck. it's an odd display of bashfulness from the assassin.]

Fuck. I'm not sorry if you're not. I won't ever be sorry for loving you the way that I do.

[because gods, angels and demons too, he loves him. he loves rook.]