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[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.

[ god you are impossible and just-- Rook swallows down a laugh, drags his nose along Jiho's skin and presses a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. the answer was cheesy and ridiculous but also so completely honest. it makes the warmth bubble under Rook's skin even more, makes him press against the assassin a little more. like the warmth might sink into his skin and stay there.

Rook knows that Jiho is stubborn. fearless. a terrible combination of the two really but-- he also knows that Jiho is honest. that he does want this and is willing to try.

the demon can't find himself being all that upset with what the other asks of him. smiling against his lips, Rook lifts himself up to hover over Jiho, eyes bright.]

Gladly.

[ the word is whispered, reverent, as he moves to obey. mores to trail his lips along the underside of Jiho's jaw and against the curve of his throat. the kisses are worship, alternating between hard, almost bites, and soft caresses that speak to just how much Rook adores him.

when he gets to the curve of his abdomen, the dip and swell of Jiho's stomach, Rook looks up and smiles, all blinding adoration and love.]

You're fucking beautiful you know. So goddamned beautiful.

[he would be glad that rook recognizes just how much he meant it. it's a little strange, that a demon of lust puts him so entirely at ease with this, puts no expectations on him. but then they're also a little strange, both separate and together.

he means it. there's is nothing about rook that makes him uncomfortable. there's no tensing of muscle underneath his skin when rook presses his lips against it. jiho only relaxes in a way that he rarely does, sighing and combing affectionate fingers through rook's hair.

and you're telling him that he deserves this? there is no fucking way. rook is the deserving one. he deserves someone who loves him with their entire heart, loves him for his heart. and that's the real reason why he surrendered. because jiho knows that he does.

he cups rook's face when he looks up, thumb brushing against his soft bottom lip.]

My body will react to you if you get close.

[jiho doesn't know why he makes it sound like some kind of warning, like rook would be disturbed by this turn of events. but it seemed worth mentioning.]

It's okay if it does. You're beautiful to watch. You make me feel good in other ways too.

[ there is a soft noise, something warm and slow, curling against Rook's tongue as he continues to leave doting kisses against whatever skin he decides to, the noise a little louder when he feels fingers moving steadily through his hair. it feels nice, all of this feels nice, the way Jiho relaxes beneath his lips, how he touches Rook's skin with a reverence reserved for holy objects.

the smile on the demon's face only gets softer, brighter, when Jiho presses hit thumb against his lip. makes laughter spill out of him as he presses a kiss to the other's bellybutton.]

Will it now. Do you want me to move my mouth there too, Ji? Because that-- that is all up to you.

[ Rook will drag his lips everywhere, will leave butterfly kisses against the curve of Jiho's ankles, and nips and bits against the softness of his thighs, he just wants to be sure that he crosses no lines. takes nothing that is not being offered.]

Did I stutter when I said I want to feel your mouth everywhere?

[jiho's laughing too though, no heat in the words. he loves him for how considerate he's being. the demon could look at this in a very different way, take the permission that jiho is giving him to fulfill his own desires. he's not doing that though, not looking to take anything for himself.

god, he wants to kiss him. jiho resists the urge to pull him back up again, not wanting him to get off track over and over. so he sits up instead, leaning over so that he can just reach his mouth with only a little stretch from rook.]

I bet I'll melt like ice on your tongue.

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