[rook is beautiful. jiho can see and appreciate that, even if he doesn't think anything will ever match his smile. the pull of the demon's lips and the light that shines in his eyes with it...does things to him.
he's seen most of his body. ironically more when they first met than in the past weeks. this is a line he's okay crossing with him. honestly, he'd be okay crossing others with him too. rook is learning him more and more every day, understands that jiho's threads of lust or lack thereof aren't a reflection of any shortcomings in him. jiho isn't sure that anyone else would understand that. but there's a middle ground where their desires can meet.
he catches rook's shirt with a laugh, dropping it alongside his own shirt before he finishes undressing. his body is pale and slender, beautiful in its own way and far from what one would imagine the build of an assassin to be. that's worked in his favor more than once.
so has his speed, which he streaks into the shallows with.]
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he's seen most of his body. ironically more when they first met than in the past weeks. this is a line he's okay crossing with him. honestly, he'd be okay crossing others with him too. rook is learning him more and more every day, understands that jiho's threads of lust or lack thereof aren't a reflection of any shortcomings in him. jiho isn't sure that anyone else would understand that. but there's a middle ground where their desires can meet.
he catches rook's shirt with a laugh, dropping it alongside his own shirt before he finishes undressing. his body is pale and slender, beautiful in its own way and far from what one would imagine the build of an assassin to be. that's worked in his favor more than once.
so has his speed, which he streaks into the shallows with.]