[how is a grown man, a demon, so fucking adorable. that's all jiho can think, the only thing he can wonder. the smile that comes to his lips is always sweet and easy, and jiho is always inclined to look behind him because there's no way it could be meant for him.
except it is. rook is looking right at him, and smiling, and pressing his mouth gently against his in a way that makes no demands.]
Your mouth is fucking amazing.
[soft lips, the best laughter, caring words. rook's mouth is the hottest part of his body, and fuck anyone who can't see it. jiho shakes his head, but he can't even think about words to joke back with. he just slides into rook's lap, food forgotten in lieu of kissing him. a part of him feels like he's messing their first date up, that there should be more eating and conversation. but there's still time for that, and that's what they make to-go containers for. his room is pretty much rook's room anyway.]
[ that compliment, that easy statement of truth, has Rook blushing even as Jiho slides into his lap. the demon winds his arms around his torso easily pulling the other closer still with a broad hand moving to span along his lower back, warm and he hopes comforting. the kiss makes his breath catch in his throat, or maybe it's the way Jiho looks like this, in his lap with lips slightly reddened from pasta sauce and soft kisses, candlelight making his hair look like a halo.
Rook hums before he kisses Jiho like that's all he needs to live, goes from soft and adoring to something a little deeper, a little more like worship the way the demon knows best. Rook lets the kiss ebb and flow and doesn't break the kiss this time until his lungs are burning and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest.
he looks drunk when he pulls back, lets his head rest against the backrest behind him, eyes dark and fixed on Jiho. his hands are moving in small, calming circles against the assassin's back.]
If I say you're fucking amazing, I mean it and not -- not just as something I am saying to get a reaction. I mean it, you are-- [ a soft noise, a laugh maybe, as one hand moves from Jiho's back to card through his hair, cups the angle of his jaw.] Yeah, you're amazing Jiho.
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except it is. rook is looking right at him, and smiling, and pressing his mouth gently against his in a way that makes no demands.]
Your mouth is fucking amazing.
[soft lips, the best laughter, caring words. rook's mouth is the hottest part of his body, and fuck anyone who can't see it. jiho shakes his head, but he can't even think about words to joke back with. he just slides into rook's lap, food forgotten in lieu of kissing him. a part of him feels like he's messing their first date up, that there should be more eating and conversation. but there's still time for that, and that's what they make to-go containers for. his room is pretty much rook's room anyway.]
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Rook hums before he kisses Jiho like that's all he needs to live, goes from soft and adoring to something a little deeper, a little more like worship the way the demon knows best. Rook lets the kiss ebb and flow and doesn't break the kiss this time until his lungs are burning and he swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest.
he looks drunk when he pulls back, lets his head rest against the backrest behind him, eyes dark and fixed on Jiho. his hands are moving in small, calming circles against the assassin's back.]
If I say you're fucking amazing, I mean it and not -- not just as something I am saying to get a reaction. I mean it, you are-- [ a soft noise, a laugh maybe, as one hand moves from Jiho's back to card through his hair, cups the angle of his jaw.] Yeah, you're amazing Jiho.