[ it makes seong wonder if it's more than blood that tethers sunni to the amber house. he's known families like that before, what with their old money and even older, outdated ideas about what's good for their little pack, hollered from whatever ivory tower they've got themselves holed up in. he can feel the tension thread through sunni before he even turns, loosening his arms before tightening them again once he's got himself where he wants to be.
he doesn't like it, sunni feeling like he doesn't have an ounce of autonomy. he tangles their legs, presses him close. ]
Didn't realize you wanted permission. [ or felt like asking for it. but then, seong is of the opinion that between the two of them, they could get him out. cleanly or not would be an entirely different thing. still, he hums, low and deep as he mulls over the other question. ] Maybe we'd kick it here for a little longer. Just until we got tired of it. We could go anywhere.
[ and, with the stupidest of nudges so sunni knows he's kidding (maybe): ]
We could fuck in every country. See how long it takes us.
[ it always leaves a sour taste in his mouth talking about his family. thinking about them is worse, thoughts that build and spiral until he runs from it the only way he knows how. but having some fling and pissing seong off doesn't really feel any better, and he likes the feel of his arms around him so much more than that anyway. still, it boils under his skin, and sunni tips his head just enough to press his lips against the curve of seong's throat to feel it when he hums.
this almost feels like a trap. ]
I don't need a reason to want to fuck you anywhere and everywhere. [ it's tempting. and would potentially take them a while depending on how long they stayed in certain places. ] But I want out so I can really be yours until I decide I don't want to be.
[ there's a lot unspoken there too, wanting to suggest starting with japan. so he can rip eiji's annoying head from his equally annoying body, so they belong to no one but who they want. but sunni doesn't say it, instead punctuating his words with a firm nip to seong's adam's apple. ]
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he doesn't like it, sunni feeling like he doesn't have an ounce of autonomy. he tangles their legs, presses him close. ]
Didn't realize you wanted permission. [ or felt like asking for it. but then, seong is of the opinion that between the two of them, they could get him out. cleanly or not would be an entirely different thing. still, he hums, low and deep as he mulls over the other question. ] Maybe we'd kick it here for a little longer. Just until we got tired of it. We could go anywhere.
[ and, with the stupidest of nudges so sunni knows he's kidding (maybe): ]
We could fuck in every country. See how long it takes us.
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this almost feels like a trap. ]
I don't need a reason to want to fuck you anywhere and everywhere. [ it's tempting. and would potentially take them a while depending on how long they stayed in certain places. ] But I want out so I can really be yours until I decide I don't want to be.
[ there's a lot unspoken there too, wanting to suggest starting with japan. so he can rip eiji's annoying head from his equally annoying body, so they belong to no one but who they want. but sunni doesn't say it, instead punctuating his words with a firm nip to seong's adam's apple. ]