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Mmm I like messy, as long as it's fun.

[ Is he smirking against your skin a little? Maybe he is. Rook still doesn't step away though, swaying a little as he looks at the paints and canvas's.]

What brought this up?

[ he pinched the skin on rook's arm a little from the confession because behave, oppa. ]

I thought you might like it. It's a creative outlet and you have a unique view of the world.

Ow! I did not deserve that! I was good!

[ really, he was! he could have added details but he didn't! ]

That sounds like a fancy way of telling me I'm old as dirt and weird. But I will take it.

[ s t i l l not moving though. ]

[ Kai tilted his head back to gaze at Rook upside down with a wide grin on his face. ]

I know what you were thinking and considering with the paints.

[ If his mind drifted briefly towards the same direction, well, no one needed to know. ]

Am I going to sit in your lap as we do this if you're not keen on moving?

[.... how dare you look adorable like that. h o w d a r e.

Rook huffs and tries to look as innocent as possible (not that successful) before burying his face against Kai's skin. he smelt of salt water and wind and Rook kind of loved it.]

Mmm, I won't say no. I can still paint, see?

[ sticking his hands up, Rook wiggles his fingers in front of Kai's face to prove his point. it might be awkward, but he could manage.]

[ An ache seeped through his chest, a longing for commitment and belonging like he had never felt before but he pushed it all aside, ignored it in favor of focusing on Rook and his 'you can be more' activities.

Rook could be everything.

Rook WAS everything. ]

Okay, we can try but no funny business. Your hands wander on the canvas - in front of us before you try and claim my body is one.

[ He tried to move them forward, towards said canvas and all the paints. He made sure to purchase very bright colors and some shimmery ones as well. Maximum pretty. ]

[ Kai was not the only one that wished for things that they could not have. Rook knew that, if he could, he would give Kai everything he wanted. would be his and his alone but-- he couldn't. not as the demon he was and always would be. his nature was to seduce, to inspire lust and want and need in beings, and while that did not always mean sex, it often did for him.

and that kind of infidelity would never fly between him and Kai.

closing his eyes a little and breathing more of the siren in, Rook sways forward, absently nodding at the words and lips curling into a smile when Kai amends his words.]

Mmm, you ruin all of my fun, beautiful. But okay, I can do that.

[ he would do anything Kai asked of him. that he could achieve, of course. ]

What about my body though, mmm? Can we paint that?

[ They rested on a precarious balance between what they could be and what they could actually have, nearly tipping back and forth with a sort of intense longing that Kai at times drowned under. The yearning to have every bit of Rook stole the air from his lungs and broke every vibrating piece of his heart.

How tragic to fall for someone who could never have the capability to really want you back.

Smiling he turned in Rook's arms to push him back to sit in the chair. ]

Maybe if I like what you paint on the canvas there, I'll paint you next.

[ Wider smile as he sat down in Rook's lap. ]

But you're going to struggle with me positioned like this.

Mmm, is that a challenge there, darling?

[ Rook is still smiling, quiet and soft, as Kai pushes him into a chair and moves to sit in his lap. the demon knows that this is torment for them both, that is pushes them closer and closer to the line that they can never cross, but--

Rook can't stop himself. can't bear to pull back no matter how much it hurts them both.

at times like this he can't help but think about how much he deserves the damnation that he has.]

I might, or I might not. Won't know until we try now will we?

[ Given how things were, Kai really should have been strong enough to back away and put much needed distance between them but for some reason he just couldn't. Having even just a fraction of Rook made the pain mostly worth it of not having all he wanted. They were like some really messed up version of Romeo and Juliet.

Picking up the paintbrush, he gripped the cart with the paints on it closer to them. He handed off said brush to Rook. ]

Let's see who's right but it's usually me. You have a really bad losing streak here, Rook.

[ this was one of the few times that he truly hated what he was. when he knew that there was so much more that could be between them if only he wasn't a demon, if only he hadn't done whatever he had done all those millennia ago to be punished like this.

but then again, this proved that it was punishment.

humming, Rook takes the brush and eyes the paints, smile on his lips.]

Mmm, I do. Not so bad losing to you though.

[ The way his body sunk against Rook's should have clued him into how much they were playing with the balance between them. The want so strong it ached deep within him but far stronger than just a physical need. If it only existed on a physical level he could overcome it and push it away but he longed for more. He wanted everything with Rook and couldn't have it.

They couldn't be one another's and it hurt so badly. ]

That's cute. I can't help it I'm just a winner. Now, come on. Paint something. Wow me.

[ Rook knows that he shouldn't toy with this, with the emotions that are here. it is unfair to both of them, but even more so Kai. and yet--]

Mm, I suppose you can't help that. Now, to painting!

[ the demon hums and looks between the paints and the canvas, tongue between his teeth as he grabs some white and some blue and begins to drag the colours across the canvas. it is clear that, while he might not be in the best position to paint, he certainly isn't inexperienced with the movement of it.]

[ The ache hollowed out the insides of his heart, splattering the contents at the feet and yet even with all the longing and everything else, he stayed. He stayed because having anything of Rook meant more than having nothing at all. If it was only physical, it would be so much easier to quell and move past but the longing rested deeper than just skin moving against skin. It roamed along into the terrority or what could be, a possibility of something meaningful.

But he saw sides of Rook he knew no one else did. And he saw all that he could be. More than lust. More than a vessel for desires.

His eyes followed the movements of the paints, his body sinking more against Rook's as nearly a natural response to their closer proximity. ]

You've been holding out on me, Rook. It's beautiful already. When you finish I'll hang it on the wall.

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