[ he loves it when seong touches him. there's power in it, an assuredness he's never felt with anyone else in his long history of string-alongs, and sunni thrives on it, stepping to the challenge even as he lets seong bite him. the thrill rolls down his spine pleasantly, a touch of sweat already tickling the back of his neck as he rakes his fingers through seong's hair and across his shoulders. he digs in hard enough to be felt, even through fabric, and like walking into a trap with his arms open, sunni pushes down with one hand while the other skirts up seong's inner thigh to grab his dick through his pants. an even pressure, hardly meant to hurt. ]
Worship me, Seong.
[ it's an honest request, a demand. he doesn't put any power behind it, doesn't push with his gift because he loves it more when seong does as he says without it. he's never tried to coerce him, and he won't. not as long as seong plays the game they're both good at and not the one that leaves him frustrated at the end of the night when his attention has drifted to someone else. he wants this entire club to watch the strength he wields, and then, he wants them to see just how much he'll do in return for seong.
a confusing feeling, really, but sunni doesn't think, only moves. only grins at seong and hopes he's grinning too. ]
[ seong is in a mood tonight. he and sunni have been trying a new club on for size, one filled with people who look as sleazy as he's sure they really are. they still haven't made it to the dancefloor yet, not even with the music that's passable at best, loud enough seong can feel the bass of it in the hollow of his chest. he's been through three drinks since they've been in their little private booth and is nursing his fourth, fingers toying with the straw and back pressed against the poor excuse for a cushion.
it reminds him of a lot of things and maybe that's what's so fucked up about it. sunni's never reminded him of what most people would call 'home' before, so there's a sharp disconnect whenever he lets his gaze flit to him, steady for all that he's had to drink. sunni is a different kind of home.
at the end of the day, seong just knows he should knock the next guy who says eiji's name's teeth out, crowded street or not. ]
You've traveled before, right? You're all worldly and shit?
[ it's all the alcohol floating through his system that prompts him, he's sure, but he's still looking at sunni, appreciating how the dim colored lights cast shadows across his features. he's usually a touchy drunk, but he's definitely not right now. ]
honestly, he shouldn't be too surprised that he is, making a face in the direction of the dancefloor before turning his attention back to seong. sunni likes the way he's dressed tonight, wishing he could get close enough to slide his hands right under his shirt and feel him up, but he's trying for good behavior, instead propping an elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand. he hasn't had as much to drink, though he's considering it now since he doesn't have anything else to do to occupy him. not even the music is that good, and he doubts they're going to come back to this place unless there's nothing better to do.
his expression wrinkles at the question, dropping his hand onto the table and stretching out to reach for the glass seong is sipping from. their tastes are a somewhat different in that regard, but he won't mind if he helps himself to a little sample. when one of the workers comes by, he'll order more. ]
Why does it matter where I've been? [ sunni smiles at him over the rim of the glass and then sets it down, shifting closer. ] Are you planning to take me somewhere?
[ maybe they could got to a private island and fuck on every inch of it. ]
[ seong watches sunni reach for his drink and even pushes it closer so he can snake it more easily. he probably shouldn't finish his fourth drink anyway, especially not when the drinks at this place are about as good as the music is. it isn't as if he can taste anything in it aside from the cheap vodka they're selling at premium prices. but he isn't really thinking about that and it kind of pisses him off.
he catches himself sighing, draping his arm along the back of the booth as he watches sunni. ]
I guess it doesn't. [ does it even matter where he's been himself? he's not sure. willing some of the new tension in his shoulders away, he pulls a face. ] You never sent me that list. You're gonna have to if you want me to take you somewhere nice.
[ it still feels like a strange thing to ask, and it's annoying how seong doesn't even bother to answer. so, he drinks another mouthful of whatever piss is in the glass and decides to help himself to seong's personal space, sliding in against him and tucking himself in that spot where his body is practically begging for it. this is a little better; at least they're close enough he can touch him now. ]
I'll think about it. [ a beat, and he presses against him with his shoulder. ] Are you more worldly than Japan? Or is that the only place you've really seen?
[ it's not quite a barb. he's not in the mood to bait him the way he might have if they'd been home or if seong had done something to really annoy him. as it stands, he's a bit flushed from the few cheap drinks he's had, and he's sort of in the mood to put on a show for the wandering pair of eyes from the booth not too far from theirs. ]
[ it's almost a given, the way seong's arm drops from the back of the booth enough that he can slide fingers across the curve of sunni's shoulder. they'll probably never come back to this club, but it's not the unholiest worst with him tucked against him. it doesn't take him long to let those questions roll off of him, dipping his head to graze his teeth along the edge of sunni's jaw and stopping at his ear.
seong never actually wants to talk, but he wants to right now for some reason and that likely all simmers down to the fact he likes him more than he's liked anyone in a long time. that should grate against one of the numerous raw nerves he has, but it doesn't. ]
A client took me to Jeju once. Thought she'd give me some culture. Just Japan other than that. [ with a gentle pinch of teeth to the shell of sunni's ear, he eases back. ] You ever been?
[ sunni decides on a place in the caribbean known for their surf beaches.
he doesn't say anything if seong comments on it because it's clearly what he wants and has nothing to do with also placating seong, and he certainly doesn't say anything when he picks the nicest place to stay in that's available. it could be better, if he's honest, but some of the beaches are private so he can forgive their four-star service. and anyway, he's too jetlagged to complain properly until he's rested enough to get dragged out into the water. he falls more times than he cares to admit, and he certainly doesn't master the ocean no matter how much he claims he can.
it's nearing a week into their stay, and the evening is surprisingly quiet. sunni finds he almost likes the sound of the waves better than the busy bustle of the streets, listening to the lull of it before growing bored and rolling over in bed towards seong. he pushes up and drapes himself over him regardless of whether or not he'd been sleeping, letting his chin dig into his shoulder before shifting and pressing his cheek against him. ]
Do you like it here? [ the tone of his voice is almost thoughtful. ]
[ going to the caribbean with sunni turns out to be better than even seong anticipated.
between watching sunni tip off the surfboard more times than he can count on both hands and watching him climb back on, determined, it's almost a dose of domesticity he couldn't have predicted. he likes it, turns out, almost as much as he likes even just hanging around in bed with him, listening to the waves roll in. this isn't something he's ever been acclimated to, not even when he was working as a host and going on vacations with whoever paid the most. if he didn't already love him in one of the few ways he's capable of it, he thinks he would after just a week of this.
and seong would argue he was just resting his eyes when sunni drapes over him, turning to look at him with little to no hesitation. he doesn't really have to think about his answer. ]
[ he doesn't move from his spot, glad for the air conditioning. otherwise, it would have been a miserable trip, and he'd have hated it for the sole fact sex would have been unbearable. ]
I guess. [ sunni gives the slightest hum, fingers already pushing through seong's hair. ] What if we decided to stay here? Or maybe somewhere else. We could do whatever we wanted and never have to answer to anyone.
[ the words are still a lot softer than sunni's normal cadence, thoughtful even. it's not as if he'd actually been thinking about it to this extent, but he's never really wanted to before. he's never done anything like this. going on trips alone is almost always how he does it, usually finding some company in a club or at a bar and then leaving it at that. he never thought he'd loved someone and then experience that feeling reinforced after, either. he sighs, frustrated with himself and knocking his forehead against seong's shoulder before rolling away. ]
[ the softness is new. not necessarily exclusive to this particular moment, but still new and rare enough that it makes seong look more into what sunni isn't saying more than he is. he's paid attention to people before, analyzed them and sized them up so he could do what he needed to do, but it's different with sunni. it's all because he wants to, because he cares.
it's what has his humming at the fingers in his hair, tipping into them like a cat. and when sunni tries to roll away, seong is reaching after him before he gets too far, pulling him back against him. ]
You wanna stay here? [ murmured near his ear, his arms loose around him. ] Tell me why you want to leave the city for good.
[ some part of him is hoping seong chases him, and he isn't disappointed, though the way he briefly struggles in the loop of his arms is just to be difficult. ]
Do I need a reason to do anything? [ it's bit out, quiet and low, and for a good while, sunni doesn't bother saying anything else. he takes up stoking his thumb along the edge of seong's arm, lightly scratching the curve of his wrist with his nail. after another moment, he sighs. ] I don't know. It's not like I need to be there if you're here with me.
[ he's come to accept this soft feeling for him, but as always, there's more. sunni stubbornly bites the tip of his tongue. ]
I never wanted to get married, but I didn't have a choice. I always have to do what I'm told because I'm an Amber. So maybe I don't want to be one anymore.
[ it's been three days since he and sunni first went out and seong's laughed himself through a couple of shifts thanks to eiji's endless complaining at every mention of him. he likes sunni, likes that he's a brat without apology. it doesn't hurt that he's hot as hell, either.
so, while he's enjoying a cigarette on his break outside: ]
[ if he's being honest, he expects some kind of message sooner than that, but it might be because he's kind of obsessed with the sexy tattoo artist he'd gone out with on a whim. even if it hadn't really been a date, sunni's not going to complain about spending time memorizing the shape of his dick.
he's sitting in his car just outside some convenience store when his phone lights up. ]
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Worship me, Seong.
[ it's an honest request, a demand. he doesn't put any power behind it, doesn't push with his gift because he loves it more when seong does as he says without it. he's never tried to coerce him, and he won't. not as long as seong plays the game they're both good at and not the one that leaves him frustrated at the end of the night when his attention has drifted to someone else. he wants this entire club to watch the strength he wields, and then, he wants them to see just how much he'll do in return for seong.
a confusing feeling, really, but sunni doesn't think, only moves. only grins at seong and hopes he's grinning too. ]
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it reminds him of a lot of things and maybe that's what's so fucked up about it. sunni's never reminded him of what most people would call 'home' before, so there's a sharp disconnect whenever he lets his gaze flit to him, steady for all that he's had to drink. sunni is a different kind of home.
at the end of the day, seong just knows he should knock the next guy who says eiji's name's teeth out, crowded street or not. ]
You've traveled before, right? You're all worldly and shit?
[ it's all the alcohol floating through his system that prompts him, he's sure, but he's still looking at sunni, appreciating how the dim colored lights cast shadows across his features. he's usually a touchy drunk, but he's definitely not right now. ]
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honestly, he shouldn't be too surprised that he is, making a face in the direction of the dancefloor before turning his attention back to seong. sunni likes the way he's dressed tonight, wishing he could get close enough to slide his hands right under his shirt and feel him up, but he's trying for good behavior, instead propping an elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand. he hasn't had as much to drink, though he's considering it now since he doesn't have anything else to do to occupy him. not even the music is that good, and he doubts they're going to come back to this place unless there's nothing better to do.
his expression wrinkles at the question, dropping his hand onto the table and stretching out to reach for the glass seong is sipping from. their tastes are a somewhat different in that regard, but he won't mind if he helps himself to a little sample. when one of the workers comes by, he'll order more. ]
Why does it matter where I've been? [ sunni smiles at him over the rim of the glass and then sets it down, shifting closer. ] Are you planning to take me somewhere?
[ maybe they could got to a private island and fuck on every inch of it. ]
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he catches himself sighing, draping his arm along the back of the booth as he watches sunni. ]
I guess it doesn't. [ does it even matter where he's been himself? he's not sure. willing some of the new tension in his shoulders away, he pulls a face. ] You never sent me that list. You're gonna have to if you want me to take you somewhere nice.
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I'll think about it. [ a beat, and he presses against him with his shoulder. ] Are you more worldly than Japan? Or is that the only place you've really seen?
[ it's not quite a barb. he's not in the mood to bait him the way he might have if they'd been home or if seong had done something to really annoy him. as it stands, he's a bit flushed from the few cheap drinks he's had, and he's sort of in the mood to put on a show for the wandering pair of eyes from the booth not too far from theirs. ]
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seong never actually wants to talk, but he wants to right now for some reason and that likely all simmers down to the fact he likes him more than he's liked anyone in a long time. that should grate against one of the numerous raw nerves he has, but it doesn't. ]
A client took me to Jeju once. Thought she'd give me some culture. Just Japan other than that. [ with a gentle pinch of teeth to the shell of sunni's ear, he eases back. ] You ever been?
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he doesn't say anything if seong comments on it because it's clearly what he wants and has nothing to do with also placating seong, and he certainly doesn't say anything when he picks the nicest place to stay in that's available. it could be better, if he's honest, but some of the beaches are private so he can forgive their four-star service. and anyway, he's too jetlagged to complain properly until he's rested enough to get dragged out into the water. he falls more times than he cares to admit, and he certainly doesn't master the ocean no matter how much he claims he can.
it's nearing a week into their stay, and the evening is surprisingly quiet. sunni finds he almost likes the sound of the waves better than the busy bustle of the streets, listening to the lull of it before growing bored and rolling over in bed towards seong. he pushes up and drapes himself over him regardless of whether or not he'd been sleeping, letting his chin dig into his shoulder before shifting and pressing his cheek against him. ]
Do you like it here? [ the tone of his voice is almost thoughtful. ]
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between watching sunni tip off the surfboard more times than he can count on both hands and watching him climb back on, determined, it's almost a dose of domesticity he couldn't have predicted. he likes it, turns out, almost as much as he likes even just hanging around in bed with him, listening to the waves roll in. this isn't something he's ever been acclimated to, not even when he was working as a host and going on vacations with whoever paid the most. if he didn't already love him in one of the few ways he's capable of it, he thinks he would after just a week of this.
and seong would argue he was just resting his eyes when sunni drapes over him, turning to look at him with little to no hesitation. he doesn't really have to think about his answer. ]
Yeah, I do. Don't you?
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I guess. [ sunni gives the slightest hum, fingers already pushing through seong's hair. ] What if we decided to stay here? Or maybe somewhere else. We could do whatever we wanted and never have to answer to anyone.
[ the words are still a lot softer than sunni's normal cadence, thoughtful even. it's not as if he'd actually been thinking about it to this extent, but he's never really wanted to before. he's never done anything like this. going on trips alone is almost always how he does it, usually finding some company in a club or at a bar and then leaving it at that. he never thought he'd loved someone and then experience that feeling reinforced after, either. he sighs, frustrated with himself and knocking his forehead against seong's shoulder before rolling away. ]
Never mind. I'm going to sleep.
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it's what has his humming at the fingers in his hair, tipping into them like a cat. and when sunni tries to roll away, seong is reaching after him before he gets too far, pulling him back against him. ]
You wanna stay here? [ murmured near his ear, his arms loose around him. ] Tell me why you want to leave the city for good.
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Do I need a reason to do anything? [ it's bit out, quiet and low, and for a good while, sunni doesn't bother saying anything else. he takes up stoking his thumb along the edge of seong's arm, lightly scratching the curve of his wrist with his nail. after another moment, he sighs. ] I don't know. It's not like I need to be there if you're here with me.
[ he's come to accept this soft feeling for him, but as always, there's more. sunni stubbornly bites the tip of his tongue. ]
I never wanted to get married, but I didn't have a choice. I always have to do what I'm told because I'm an Amber. So maybe I don't want to be one anymore.
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so, while he's enjoying a cigarette on his break outside: ]
when am i taking you out again?
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he's sitting in his car just outside some convenience store when his phone lights up. ]
when are you not working?
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but i'm wide open tomorrow if you want something early
[ with how their last outing went, seong has no problem with messing around with sunni until the sun rises. but hey, maybe he has a preference. ]
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i like the way you look after hours anyway
[ not that he can't help wondering what it'd be like to see seong out of his element and in a typical college student setting. ]
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i'm thinking we could grab something to eat this time
[ he'd offer to pick him up, but he doesn't have a car. small details. ]
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that's what the stars say apparently
[ and because he always has a good time fucking with seong about stupid things. ]
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and how do you know what the stars say?
[ what is happening ]
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i'm just reading what this page says about you
it's not like i'm talking to them
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what page?
what are you reading?
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it's your horoscope or whatever
don't you ever look at that stuff for fun?
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pick another one
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might as well not get my hopes up for anything i like
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[ be proud of him for using commas. ]
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none of those are good so just pick something
i can fix it with some alcohol
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