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[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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: ]

when am i taking you out again?

do you feel like you're being tested in some way?
that's what the stars say apparently

[ and because he always has a good time fucking with seong about stupid things. ]

the dive of a store doesn't have the tea you like
pick another one

for knack. ( tfln )

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