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[hoodwinker]

[there are all kinds of pleasure. jiho is feeling it now, with rook dipping down to press his mouth against his damp hair, the simplicity of his touch, the warmth of his body. most of all, how comfortable he makes what should be the most uncomfortable situation in the world for jiho.

he can accept it because rook is who he is, and not who levi tried to make him be. demon of lust? please. jiho would his eyes and correct anyone on that.

demon of fluff.

he groans, because he forgot about the part where he has to face someone else. but he said he'd let him do it, and jiho won't back out of that promise now.]

Alright. Don't take too long.

[he...really likes his tea, it's not because he'll miss your smile or anything.

(he'll miss your smile.)]

[nunchii]

[ this is all that Rook craves really, being able to be this close. to feel like someone cares about him beyond his body. to know that someone trusts him enough to let him take care of them. this is more than he could ever really ask for, and the fact that it is Jiho makes it a million times better.

there is another smile at the groan, Rook humming as he steps back and moves to have Jiho sit down, or lay down. there is a moment where his brows furrow as he tries to figure out what would be best. eventually, he grabs the towel and lays it over some pillows, gesturing for Jiho to come lay down.]

Probably best if you lay on your stomach for a while, yeah? The worst of the wounds seems to be on your back. [ don't argue with him either, just lay down. he will be back with tea and Kwang asap. probably to have your head lay in his lap so he can play with your hair.

what.]

I'll be as quick as possible, promise.