[ this day has been something else entirely, and it seems like it isn't about to stop now. Jiho is sweet and steady, lets the demon try to figure it all out and say what he has to say. even if it apparently is something that the other knows. he also knows that Rook as to say it, has to make it clear.
he hates things being unclear. hates there being no lines and chances to voice wants and needs and desires. it is too much like being pulled under his cardinal.
so Rook just smiles, drops his head to Jiho's forehead and breathes until the other makes him move. at first he thinks it is to make them both more comfortable, but then there are lines of skin being bared to him and Jiho is pulling off his shirt and--
look, Rook has been naked or close to, so many times with Jiho. he has never seen the need for clothes, but he took to wearing them around the other. even after when it turned out to matter less, he kept just-- wear them. and Jiho, well Rook has seen him naked a few times, more often than not when he was bruised or hurt and to see him now, without fresh bandages or blood, makes Rook's heart skip.
sorry, he is going to place a reverent kiss against your sternum before he slides in close again, curling easily against Jiho's side.]
You never have to promise me anything, ever. [ the words are quiet. he wants to reiterate how they could be in the middle of something and if Jiho said stop, Rook would stop. whether that was kissing or cuddling or more. he hopes Jiho knows that.] What... what are you comfortable with?
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he hates things being unclear. hates there being no lines and chances to voice wants and needs and desires. it is too much like being pulled under his cardinal.
so Rook just smiles, drops his head to Jiho's forehead and breathes until the other makes him move. at first he thinks it is to make them both more comfortable, but then there are lines of skin being bared to him and Jiho is pulling off his shirt and--
look, Rook has been naked or close to, so many times with Jiho. he has never seen the need for clothes, but he took to wearing them around the other. even after when it turned out to matter less, he kept just-- wear them. and Jiho, well Rook has seen him naked a few times, more often than not when he was bruised or hurt and to see him now, without fresh bandages or blood, makes Rook's heart skip.
sorry, he is going to place a reverent kiss against your sternum before he slides in close again, curling easily against Jiho's side.]
You never have to promise me anything, ever. [ the words are quiet. he wants to reiterate how they could be in the middle of something and if Jiho said stop, Rook would stop. whether that was kissing or cuddling or more. he hopes Jiho knows that.] What... what are you comfortable with?