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does the bed get cold without me

[because sometimes jiho has to leave too. almost reluctant now after all those months where he hesitated to even come home.]

[ in lieu of an actual reply, you are going to get a picture instead. and yes, he is wrapped up under the blanket you knit, why do you ask?]

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[you sweet fucker. he has a surprise for you.]

i guess it's just me. it's cool out here. even made me start thinking of ways you could warm me up.

[yes, this is a sext. did you think he couldn't do that? jiho does what he wants, and right now he really wants to do this.]

[ there is a moment when Rook reads that where he thinks that maybe this is a sext but-- he is going to err on the side of caution for the moment. not because he doesn't think Jiho would do that but because-- well they never have before? and he doesn't want the other to think that he has a one track mind (even if he is sure he has proven himself otherwise over the last few weeks but...whatever)]

No it is always cold when you're not here!

[ he has ditched cuddling the teddy bear, teeth worrying at his bottom lip a little as he types a second test, rapid fire after the first.]

Oh? And are you going to enlighten me on these ways or do I have to use my imagination?

i bet you do have a pretty good imagination.

[jiho can picture him. or pictures what he hopes is him, eyes wide and staring at his phone screen. a little unsure and therefore a little careful. that. that is what does things to his body, even if it's not between his legs.]

you have big hands. warm too. feeling them all over my body would chase the chill away. try it for yourself if you don't believe me.

would you like that?

[ that is... well that is exactly what Rook is doing actually. eye wide and mouth a little agape when he reads that text because this is-- is Jiho-- oh. he is thinking about that, about his hands on Jiho, about how he would melt a little at the warmth of Rook's hands. just enough pressure to be enjoyabel.

yeah he might be straight up fantasizing about giving you a massage right now. this is your fault.]

Are you asking me to touch myself, or find you right now to warm you up, because I---

I would do either. For you.

[for you. goddammit, those last two words almost change everything. he suddenly wants rook with him. he wants to feel him solid and warm against him, see that look on his face for himself.

but he sticks to the original plan.]

i want you to touch yourself. for now, then we'll see. do it over your clothes at first. does it make you hard if you imagine it's me doing it?

[ the sound that Rook makes is embarrassing. or would be if he had shame left, but he isn't sure he can feel that right now. not when he whole being seems fixated on the thought of Jiho typing this out to him, imagining Rook as he slides a hand along his stomach and then hips, lower--

fuck yes it gets him hard. and that-- shit, that is all Jiho. all Jiho and not Rook's Cardinal at all and that makes it even more to him.

the next text takes a moment, Rook needs to breathe a little before he tries to type, one hand still pressed over his clothed cock.]

Yes. Fuck yes it does. Thinking about you here, makes me wish it was your hand, not mine, makes me want to find you and kiss you breathless, Ji.

[ Rook feels off kilter, bewildered but-- he still feels safe. feels like despite this being new (for them, and something he honestly never really expected) it is still them.]

[jiho may not have the same desires as most people, but he does have desires. he desires to make rook happy. he desires to give something back to him, something of his own, and he wants more than anything to be a part of that.

this is them. it's them figuring them out. jiho isn't unaffected by the words, smiles at the phone and rook's words. he can hear them the demon's low, lazy voice.]

you're good at that. kissing me breathless. i'd be good at touching you too. do you believe that? because i want to see how you look. i want to watch your eyelids grow heavy, and see you smile just for me.

[he's coming back, but he doesn't tell rook that. it's just one more surprise. there's not another text, but rook's phone does ring. and it's jiho's voice on the other end.]

I want to hear you say my name like it's a prayer.

[ lazy is the right word to describe the way Rook is moving right now, lazy or languid. syrup slow as he waits for another text from Jiho, not quite pressing hard enough against his cock to really do much more than tease himself. he can't-- he can't remember the last time he touched himself without there being some element of his Cardinal at work, can't remember being this-- this wanting without it.

because of Jiho and his words and the fact that he fucking means it.

he wants to see Rook. doesn't want from him just-- wants him.]

Knnow you wold be, youre good at everything.

[ he has more to text (badly) but then his phone is ringing and--]

Jiho, fuck I can-- I can do that for you. Just for you, always.

[ that probably comes close right then, Rook's voice is hitched a little as he continues to stroke himself, still touching himself over his sweatpants. though hearing Jiho's voice makes him want a little more and there is a soft, pleased noise as he slides his hand beneath the waist band and curls his fingers around himself, stroking slowly.

he gasps Jiho's name on the upstroke, eyes fluttering closed as he thinks about the other listening to him. about how much better it could be if he was here with Rook instead but-- this is good. this is so good.]

Would make an alter of myself for you, you're so-- ah. Jiho, so good to me.

[he's really doing it. it's enough to throw jiho off his game for a minute. he's not sure why it surprises him so much. how hard is it to get a guy to touch his cock, after all.

except this isn't just any guy. rook has flirted, been scandalous in the way he dressed, but he's never shown jiho this side of him before now. he's not repulsed. he's never actually felt that way, but he's never been this fascinated before. never genuinely wished to be a part of it. but he wants to now. he wants to be where rook is, always. if he could go with him when he's summoned, he would.]

You really know how to stroke a guy's ego.

[pun...somewhat intended. he's in the house, taking the stairs carefully so that he's quiet.]

I want to see you. Don't hide anything from me. [jiho swallows hard.] And I won't hide anything from you.

[this seems important, especially with all the special circumstances in their relationship. but they don't feel like obstacles.]

That's it sweetheart. You make me so much happier than I ever thought I could be.

[ before Jiho, Rook really never sought much in the way of sex or sexual desires outside of his brief almost relationship with a vampire lord, but even that-- even that was more emotion than sex. Rook doesn't crave sex, doesn't want it and honestly would be completely fine if he and Jiho just cuddled and kissed until the stars turned cold.

but he also knows that this? the way Jiho talks him through the, the way he asks him to show all of himself without hiding any of it? he wants that, wants whatever that brings.

his laughter is shaky, but still there as he pushes his sweatpants off and kicks them to the floor.] Just... just telling you the truth. Promise. Will show you...show you everything. Just you.

[ Jiho has already seen him at his worst, dripping gold and lust thanks to his Cardinal, and he didn't think any less of him. didn't ward the room against him.]

I trust you, Jiho. So fucking much... [ which is why he is half naked on their bed, shirt still on, as he listens to the assassin's voice, makes a pleased noise (a whimper, probably) at the easy way Jiho calls him sweetheart, the way Jiho tells him exactly want he wants to hear.

there is a stilted moan as he strokes himself a little firmer, imagines the way Jiho looks in the moonlight. shakes from the emotions that flow through him.]

You deserve... you deserve to be happy. So happy Jiho, fuck. I'm so glad I can do that for you. Mean it, you deserve the fucking world, love.

You can trust me, I promise you Rook.

[jiho isn't convinced that he does deserve to be happy. of those in the house, he is probably one of the least deserving. it's just the price he pays for what he is, what he does.

but he doesn't want to let rook go. he won't. against all odds, he became someone who makes the demon happy, and he's not going to take that away from him, no matter what he has to do.

he doesn't hang up until after he's in the room, leaning back against the door for a moment to just look. watch.]

Gods, you're beautiful. [like this, without his cardinal involved, he doesn't look like a demon of lust at all. just a very beautiful man. jiho pushes away from the door, crawling onto the foot of the bed and then up, eyes always on rook's face. he sighs when he does look down over his body.] All dicks are supposed to look weird, but even that is pretty on you.

[jiho reaches down, covering rook's hand with his own to help him. the assassin kicks off his shoes and lies down close, voice quiet in the room.]

Sorry. I wanted us to be closer today.

[ 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.

[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.]

Edited 2018-11-05 18:06 (UTC)

[ Rook hadn't been lying when he told Jiho that he didn't need this to be a part of their relationship, that this wasn't something he needed in order to feel like it mattered. and maybe if it had been anyone other than Jiho, he would be worried right now at the shift, the change from kisses and cuddling to something more, but--

well he trusts Jiho. love him.

so when the assassin curls his fingers around him and strokes him just like this, Rook shakes and falls open. finds himself laughing breathlessly, shaken, when Jiho sounds so startled. all but hides his face against him. Rook wants to move, wants to turn and cage Jiho in and kiss him senseless but--

but nothing.

arching fluidly, Rook slides and twists until he is on his forearms above Jiho, thighs bracketing his hips and cock hanging heavy, and forgotten, between them. his face is flushed and bright, but he is completely focused on Jiho.]

Yeah, yeah I do love you. And I will never be sorry about that. You're the best goddamn thing to happen to me ever, and I don't know what I did to deserve you but I will spend every day for the rest of eternity hoping to prove that I'm worth it.

[ he brushes his nose against Jiho's, smile pressed against the assassin's lips.] That I'm worthy of you.

[all jiho can think is holy fuck. because rook moved, moved away from the temptation of his touch, and now he's looking up at him, into those eyes and that face that is so precious to him. he knows that rook meant everything that he's said, but he makes proving it look so easy. like there's no pleasure greater than just being with him.]

It was you. It was always you. [jiho shakes his head, because his throat feels tight, but he's going to force his emotions out anyway, put them into words instead of thinking that an orgasm will cover it.] You were with me from the beginning. The tea, the dagger. Even the times I thought you just annoyed me. [it was annoying, having rook on his mind, not understanding why when he wasn't looking to get laid.] You didn't push me away. You didn't leave me.

[when jiho left the house to go out into the darkness and the alleys, rook was the only one who came with him. who watched over him, saw him, probably hurt for him too the times that the knife slipped and sliced his own palm. rook did that, and jiho will not forget it.]

You're already worthy. You don't have to prove anything more, I've already decided that I'm going to love you until my last breath.

[ there is nothing more important to Rook than being able to look at Jiho, see the way his face shifts so minutely as he speaks. no carnal pleasure could compete with the way Jiho looks up at him, open and vulnerable, showing Rook all the things that he usually tried so hard to hide away. that-- that was fucking amazing to him.

and the more jiho speaks, the wider his smile becomes, until it feels like it might split him in two, letting the adoration and love he feels to pour out of him. the demon presses down, kisses Jiho messy and uncoordinated in his devotion, smiling the whole time.

I'm going to love you until my last breath.

Rook will do the same, will turn the fucking universe on its head to make sure Jiho lives as long as he wants, will do whatever he can to keep him safe. like he has been. the demon moves so that he can curl his hands into pink strands, moving them softly.]

And I am never going to leave you, not willingly. [ because he can't say he won't be summoned away, won't make a promise he can't keep. but he will always come back. always.] I will still prove that I am worth it, that I am worth you because you are goddamn amazing Jiho. You are, and I know you don't always see it, don't always agree with me, but you are. And I love you every piece of you.

[this is not something he's ever had before. he hasn't even come close to it, and it fascinates him, doesn't scare him when it probably should. but he's fearless now, no longer running from his feelings when he never would've ran from a guy twice his size, or one with a gun.

he would never run from rook. he knows that there are circumstances that are going to be hard on them both, but he can endure it. he'll show rook that he can't be broken, and that his heart is just as sturdy.

jiho laughs at the loving words that spill from the demon's lips, happy laughter. but he silences both with another kiss, pulling rook down against him and feeling his entire body buried underneath him. this is the only grave he ever wants to know, one where he's crushed under the weight of rook's bones instead of dirt.

he sighs when he breaks the kiss, thick and long eyelashes at half-mast over his brown eyes. there's mischief in the curve of his lips.]

You ruined my sext. I was sure I could get you all hot and sweaty.

[and then he went and made jiho's heart do stupid things instead, wow.]

[ the air is kicked from Rook's lungs as Jiho pulls him down, pulls him flush against the other and kisses him fully. it has Rook sighing into the kiss, both hands now free to wander, sliding up along the curve of Jiho's ribs, cupping the angle of his jaw. it is all an act of reverence for Rook, all of this.

and he knows that Jiho can feel that. how much he means to Rook.

Rook looks more than a little dazed as the kiss breaks, humming as he lets his lips trail along the bridge of Jiho's nose, the top of his cheekbones, presses a light kiss against the corner of his mouth as he huffs a laugh.]

Mmm, is that what you were after? You wouldn't have to try very hard, Ji. Not at all. [ Rook is still half hard, erection caught between them despite Rook's attention being elsewhere.] I am always up for trying things if you want, whatever you want.

[jiho grows quiet for a moment, at first just collecting his thoughts, but then amazed all over again at the brushes of rook's lips. it's like there's nowhere on jiho's body that they wouldn't like to go. and that is pretty sexy.

which brings him back.]

Okay, let's talk about it. [as reluctant as he is to stop what they're doing right now. that's why he doesn't push at the demon to sit up. that's why he steals another kiss before he starts.] I know we're not exactly on the same level when it comes to that.

[though he thinks that rook is closer to him than anyone he's ever known, tonight just reinforcing that idea. jiho remembers the dread that he felt before talking to myung about it, fearing that myung would take it personally when it isn't like that at all. rook already knows that, can see what's inside of jiho, and that makes it easy to talk about.]

If you want to have sex with other people, I'm okay with that. I know that you love me... [jiho trails off, smiling a little bit, sliding his arms around rook's shoulders to hold him close.] I know it now. And I know that you're honest. And you know that I love you for your gentleness, and your heart, and your smile. Your eyes...

[holy shit, he could name things all night and never venture below the belt. jiho adds 'lips' to the list, mostly as an excuse to kiss him again.]

But if you want to have sex with me, we can figure that out too. In fact, I think I'll want to. With you, I want to.

[jiho pauses there before making a face.]

Fuck, that sounded like a romance novel aimed at teenagers. But you understand what I'm saying, right? There's things I want from it too.

[ maybe Rook should be impressed that it has taken them this long to actually talk about this, to bring the topic that seemed to always be right there in the peripheral. but as long as Jiho doesn't make him get up, doesn't try to untangle himself from Rook and lets him continue with pressing soft kisses against whatever skin he can reach...

well then Rook is okay with that.

he does stop long enough to speak though, lips against the hollow of Jiho's throat .]

Mmm, no, I suppose we aren't. Close though. [ a smile, a light bite against the jut of bone before Rook presses his lips there again.] But I don't-- fuck I don't need that, not from you ever. I love you for who you are and not what you could give me, and I know that it goes the same for you.

[ that is all that matters to him.

the demon moves up, until he is nose to nose with him again, eyes bright and searching as he is pulled close. he sees nothing in those eyes that makes him think that Jiho is saying this to taunt Rook, but because he loves him. and he wants to cut Jiho off, tell him he doesn't want that at all but he knows-- he knows himself. what he is.

so instead he lets himself be pulled into the kiss, smiling at little because nothing that the other listed was what people would usually comment on. but Jiho keeps talking and--

i want to

oh. ohshit that--]

Ji, I don't-- fuck. Yeah I get it, I get... I just.. [ give him a second. there is a lot for him to parse here.] First off, there is no one I want to sleep with outside of my Cardinal other than Yongseon, but I don't know-- that is a whole other thing.

[ something more to do with the feeding and the familiarity, something that goes beyond the physical. again.]

Second, I love you completely and utterly and fuck, I will never turn down sex with you because it is as much a part of that love I have for you as kissing, but it isn't more than anything else.

[ does he make sense now? he isn't sure.]

I will be just as happy with you if all we ever do is this, kiss and lay in bed and watch the world turn. I want you to be happy, want you to enjoy whatever we do, and you have to know that I don't need that to be happy with you. [ a kiss, soft and slow.] But I will also let you take all the reigns in regards to that.

[oh - it's to rook's credit that jiho learned that he actually enjoys kissing. the fact that he didn't do it much in the past should've told him something. but he just learned something else: he kind of likes that little bite. jiho stores that little bit of observation away for the future.]

I know. [jiho gives him a chance to respond, of course, sliding his hand in rook's hair when the words don't come easily. all that he says, the sweet reassurances, jiho knows. he is someone who pays attention, listens and watches and can't just turn off the habit even when he's within the safety of his attic. but it's actually paid off here, turned into a good thing that has nothing to do with survival.] I know you don't need me to give you anything, and you would never ask me to do anything that would make me uncomfortable. I know you'd stay and love me and be happy, but thank you for saying it anyway.

[sorry, he is going to make you move. but only enough so that he can take his shirt off, and then rooks, and then finish undressing himself. jiho looks over, dragging the edge of the blanket until it's over them.]

No promises, but...lie down with me?

[ 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?

You.

[he smiles a little. rook is so cute, truly precious to him. jiho wouldn't dare make fun of him for his worry though. he knows where it comes from, from his own punishment as much as respect for jiho.

jiho will show him that it's okay. he's not a virgin, and jiho doesn't do anything that he doesn't want to. (the downside, if it can be called that, being that he can't be stopped once he sets his mind to something.)

he pulls the demon closer, slips into a deep and easy kiss with him like any other night. it's nice, definitely something they're going to be doing a lot more. he likes this feeling, no secrets between them, clothing or otherwise. rook's body is warm, and it's the house of everything jiho loves. but rook's already given him an idea of where to go next.]

Kiss me. [jiho breathes against his lips, breath a little ragged.] Everywhere. I want to feel your mouth everywhere, Rook.

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write half a slide, writes a tag. thats how it works right?

sounds like a good plan to me but i'm biased

YOLO

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