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[ Devan doesn't even look too much. She wants to, but there's no point in making a big deal out that part, right? Soon enough, he'll be in with her, and when he is, she's quick to curl her feet around his thighs, her arms wrapping around his chest. He's thick and solid and she likes that a lot, so she flattens her hands, touching a little, just because she can. ]
Yeah. [ It's a whisper, right against his ear, before she presses her nose to the hinge of his jaw. ] I'm glad you - didn't turn me down.
Yeah. [ It's a whisper, right against his ear, before she presses her nose to the hinge of his jaw. ] I'm glad you - didn't turn me down.
Shit. Okay.
[ that sounds equally hot to junsu, who doesn't help kwang get rid of his too tight pants even though he wants them off fast. he lets him do it, watches, folds an arm so he can curl his fingers into kwang's hair. ]
Now I might be too loud on purpose.
[ defeats the purpose of doing that just to get kwang's fingers into his mouth, saying that, but he's giggly and turned on and this is kind of like a game and a challenge all at once. ]
[ that sounds equally hot to junsu, who doesn't help kwang get rid of his too tight pants even though he wants them off fast. he lets him do it, watches, folds an arm so he can curl his fingers into kwang's hair. ]
Now I might be too loud on purpose.
[ defeats the purpose of doing that just to get kwang's fingers into his mouth, saying that, but he's giggly and turned on and this is kind of like a game and a challenge all at once. ]
[ Kwang grins, chuckling against Junsu's skin as he tugs at his pants, just enough to be able to expose him, just enough to be able to wrap a hand around his cock, Kwang still focused on kissing Junsu's neck, leaving a bit of a mark there - faint, but visible if you pay attention. ]
It'd be a shame if we got kicked out before I got you off, though, wouldn't it? Better get to it.
[ And then he's folding himself down to his knees, easy and graceful, and wastes no time taking Junsu in, taking him deep, until his nose is grazing Junsu's lower stomach. ]
It'd be a shame if we got kicked out before I got you off, though, wouldn't it? Better get to it.
[ And then he's folding himself down to his knees, easy and graceful, and wastes no time taking Junsu in, taking him deep, until his nose is grazing Junsu's lower stomach. ]
[ junsu takes in a loud breath when kwang takes him in, as if about to let out a loud moan, before he chokes it off, remembering where they are, what they were just talking about. it turns instead into a weak whimper rather than the cry it would've been. ]
Fuck, Kwang, gotta warn me...
[ but it's part of the game, isn't it? playing the line of trying to make it so good junsu can't help but be loud, but not loud enough to get kicked out. junsu's fingers are still in his hair, clutching now, staying still to let him set the pace. ]
Fuck, Kwang, gotta warn me...
[ but it's part of the game, isn't it? playing the line of trying to make it so good junsu can't help but be loud, but not loud enough to get kicked out. junsu's fingers are still in his hair, clutching now, staying still to let him set the pace. ]
[ Kwang hums in amusement, making sure that Junsu can feel the vibrations of it, because no, that'd ruin the whole point to tell him, when all Kwang wants is to push boundaries a little further, see how far he can push Junsu.
So he hums, and he grins, and he pushes his tongue against the underside of Junsu's cock, making it wet and a little sloppy as he looks up, pulling back slowly and moving back in fast and deep, one of his hands running up Junsu's chest, ruffling up his shirt and exposing a strip of skin. ]
So he hums, and he grins, and he pushes his tongue against the underside of Junsu's cock, making it wet and a little sloppy as he looks up, pulling back slowly and moving back in fast and deep, one of his hands running up Junsu's chest, ruffling up his shirt and exposing a strip of skin. ]
[ it's good, so good. minsu's definitely skilled, but even if he wasn't, doing this would still drive junsu a little crazy. because it's minsu. because it's them. because they love each other, and want each other, and what they have is special unlike anything else they share with others.
junsu gasps and moans loudly when minsu's hand joins in, arching back and burying his fingers deeper into minsu's hair, curling and uncurling. ]
You're so perfect, so perfect.
[ he's never thought of himself as really magic. only dreamt it, wished for it, yearned and longed. but when minsu says he is, junsu can believe it. he believes he has something else, even if only in minsu's eyes, but maybe that's enough. ]
junsu gasps and moans loudly when minsu's hand joins in, arching back and burying his fingers deeper into minsu's hair, curling and uncurling. ]
You're so perfect, so perfect.
[ he's never thought of himself as really magic. only dreamt it, wished for it, yearned and longed. but when minsu says he is, junsu can believe it. he believes he has something else, even if only in minsu's eyes, but maybe that's enough. ]
[ it seems too good to be true. kwang would have had every right not to listen, not to want to listen. he lied to him knowing what someone had done to him before. he didn't need to know details to know this would hurt him, anger him. he should have said something then. he should have.
but it's true that his lie meant nothing in the shape of their relationship. that none of it was to hide something that would alter it, or change how he felt, or how they interacted. well, it might have. kwang might have found junsu too human for his taste, but given how far they'd gotten already...
lying is bad, but the shape of who they are to each other is still the same in spite of that lie.
kwang saying he deserves more makes him tear up and choke up, and he sobs, feeling way too lucky that kwang is still giving him a chance.
and asking him to be his boyfriend, equal to ten, as important to him, as significant in his life. his special person. ]
I promise.
[ he throws his arms around kwang, hugging him tightly and closely, tucking his face against his shoulder. ]
I swear. No more lying.
but it's true that his lie meant nothing in the shape of their relationship. that none of it was to hide something that would alter it, or change how he felt, or how they interacted. well, it might have. kwang might have found junsu too human for his taste, but given how far they'd gotten already...
lying is bad, but the shape of who they are to each other is still the same in spite of that lie.
kwang saying he deserves more makes him tear up and choke up, and he sobs, feeling way too lucky that kwang is still giving him a chance.
and asking him to be his boyfriend, equal to ten, as important to him, as significant in his life. his special person. ]
I promise.
[ he throws his arms around kwang, hugging him tightly and closely, tucking his face against his shoulder. ]
I swear. No more lying.
[ The moment Junsu is hugging him, Kwang is holding right back, hoping he can pass his feelings on through touch, reaching up to card fingers through his hair, reassuring, just - here, like he wasn't recently. ]
I'm sorry if I made you think I'd never want to speak to you again.
[ He remembers, Minsu begging him to speak to Junsu. Ten telling him it's worth it, if he loves him. Thoughts in his own head repeatedly coming back to this, to how much he already missed Junsu, how he'd missed him before when he'd put some distance between them. He didn't want this anymore, he just wanted to be here with Junsu. For them to grow together.
He smiles, pressing it to the curve of Junsu's neck. ]
Boyfriend. Suits you.
I'm sorry if I made you think I'd never want to speak to you again.
[ He remembers, Minsu begging him to speak to Junsu. Ten telling him it's worth it, if he loves him. Thoughts in his own head repeatedly coming back to this, to how much he already missed Junsu, how he'd missed him before when he'd put some distance between them. He didn't want this anymore, he just wanted to be here with Junsu. For them to grow together.
He smiles, pressing it to the curve of Junsu's neck. ]
Boyfriend. Suits you.
[there are three hundred and sixty tiny marks scratched onto the wall of his cell. that's how long minsu has been here, inmate number 4 in this prison built for creatures and the magically inclined. half of the population is guilty of nothing worse than being born, or for refusing to fight in a war that would have no real winners when it was over.
the other half are the real reason that places like this came to exist in the first place. monsters, not because of the magic that runs through their veins, but because of what they chose to do with it. considering the blood on minsu's hands the day they caught him, it's easy to guess which side he's a part of.
it's been a year since, which is no time at all but feels like so much longer in this dreary place. but if minsu can just make it for two more, if he can just reach that thousand day mark-
minsu's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his heavy door swinging open. the guards are human, but large, and armed with every anti-magical weapon that their kind has come up with so far. one them gives minsu all of his attention, while other roughly shoves a dark-haired boy into the cell with him. minsu watches him stumble, his uniform clinging to him from the cold water shower that they all get when they first arrive.
he wants to move to help him, but he doesn't dare. not until the guards are gone. and then he's there, crouched down beside him.]
Did they hurt you?
the other half are the real reason that places like this came to exist in the first place. monsters, not because of the magic that runs through their veins, but because of what they chose to do with it. considering the blood on minsu's hands the day they caught him, it's easy to guess which side he's a part of.
it's been a year since, which is no time at all but feels like so much longer in this dreary place. but if minsu can just make it for two more, if he can just reach that thousand day mark-
minsu's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his heavy door swinging open. the guards are human, but large, and armed with every anti-magical weapon that their kind has come up with so far. one them gives minsu all of his attention, while other roughly shoves a dark-haired boy into the cell with him. minsu watches him stumble, his uniform clinging to him from the cold water shower that they all get when they first arrive.
he wants to move to help him, but he doesn't dare. not until the guards are gone. and then he's there, crouched down beside him.]
Did they hurt you?
[ junsu's terrified. he's so scared, since the moment he was ambushed and dragged here without getting to say his piece. he tried to tell them he wasn't magic, the first time he said the words, now that his life was in danger. they didn't believe him, of course. they must get hundreds of people who claim the same when caught.
it had hurt to say as much. to be driven to a point where he had to say it, to admit to himself he was nothing but human, weak and fragile and powerless and worthless.
the shower they make him take is freezing, the clothes they leave him scratchy. he's hungry, shivering, and when he stumbles into the cell he makes himself as small as possible, curling up on the floor. they did hurt him. when he fought, at first, they decked him in the jaw, in the stomach. it doesn't really matter. now he's trapped here, in a place full of magical people who are stronger and more powerful than him, and he's going to die here.
he needs to remember what he does best. he needs to find himself allies and friends who will keep him safe. he breathes out, shakily, reaching a hand to touch his bruising jaw.]
T-They beat me up a little because I wouldn't — wouldn't go along.
[ his eyes are still closed, too afraid to open them even as he knows he should befriend his cellmate in case his strength and powers can help keep him safe. ]
it had hurt to say as much. to be driven to a point where he had to say it, to admit to himself he was nothing but human, weak and fragile and powerless and worthless.
the shower they make him take is freezing, the clothes they leave him scratchy. he's hungry, shivering, and when he stumbles into the cell he makes himself as small as possible, curling up on the floor. they did hurt him. when he fought, at first, they decked him in the jaw, in the stomach. it doesn't really matter. now he's trapped here, in a place full of magical people who are stronger and more powerful than him, and he's going to die here.
he needs to remember what he does best. he needs to find himself allies and friends who will keep him safe. he breathes out, shakily, reaching a hand to touch his bruising jaw.]
T-They beat me up a little because I wouldn't — wouldn't go along.
[ his eyes are still closed, too afraid to open them even as he knows he should befriend his cellmate in case his strength and powers can help keep him safe. ]
Ah.
[the sound is sympathetic. they do that, when they think they can. when someone is small enough, or their powers are something like making flowers bloom. his cellmate must fall into that category. they didn't take him to one of the maximum security cells, the ones that minsu himself was in until just a couple of months ago.
he looks over the boy as he waits for him to move, to open his eyes, to...something. and when he doesn't, minsu picks him up to gently deposit on his cot.]
They won't do it again.
[there's not a threat in his voice, just a certainty. something almost sad. minsu's been a model prisoner, hasn't shown signs of even wanting to get out. but they're still afraid of him.]
[the sound is sympathetic. they do that, when they think they can. when someone is small enough, or their powers are something like making flowers bloom. his cellmate must fall into that category. they didn't take him to one of the maximum security cells, the ones that minsu himself was in until just a couple of months ago.
he looks over the boy as he waits for him to move, to open his eyes, to...something. and when he doesn't, minsu picks him up to gently deposit on his cot.]
They won't do it again.
[there's not a threat in his voice, just a certainty. something almost sad. minsu's been a model prisoner, hasn't shown signs of even wanting to get out. but they're still afraid of him.]
[ it's so, so reassuring. junsu is melting into the touch, the words, the joy of knowing he's special in a unique way compared to everyone else kwang is with. he doesn't mind sharing the title with ten. he just wants to be important, and thought ten was it for kwang, that there was no room for anyone else to be that special.
he shakes his head. kwang doesn't have to apologize. ]
It's okay. I would have deserved it for doing that to you. I'm the one who's sorry. For letting fear take priority.
[ he traces kwang's lips with his fingertips, featherlight. ]
It's you. You're more important than how afraid I am.
[ he smiles a bit, almost shy. ]
You really think it suits me?
he shakes his head. kwang doesn't have to apologize. ]
It's okay. I would have deserved it for doing that to you. I'm the one who's sorry. For letting fear take priority.
[ he traces kwang's lips with his fingertips, featherlight. ]
It's you. You're more important than how afraid I am.
[ he smiles a bit, almost shy. ]
You really think it suits me?
i am. i'm really lucky. i know it could've buried me. i think it got really close, but like you said...
i'm lucky. and i'm not so sad anymore. sometimes, because i think that's just how it works. it never goes away entirely. but not often. there's people who help me a lot, too.
i'm lucky. and i'm not so sad anymore. sometimes, because i think that's just how it works. it never goes away entirely. but not often. there's people who help me a lot, too.
[ junsu lets out another gasp, a stilted ah, his hips stuttering at the sight of kwang looking up as he moves back before taking him back in, faster this time. kwang looks almost self satisfied, and he knows what he's doing.
junsu's heart is racing, body aching for more, breath filling his lungs until they ache from how hard he's trying to keep quiet. ]
Please, fuck. [ he's cradling the back of kwang's head, fingers tangled i his hair, other hand lifting so he can bite on the heel of his palm. ]
junsu's heart is racing, body aching for more, breath filling his lungs until they ache from how hard he's trying to keep quiet. ]
Please, fuck. [ he's cradling the back of kwang's head, fingers tangled i his hair, other hand lifting so he can bite on the heel of his palm. ]
[ terror floods him once more when he feels himself being lifted, but eases when he's only placed on his cot. he finally blinks his eyes open, one of them swollen already, just as minsu speaks. ]
H-How are you so sure?
[ it sounds so certain. junsu wants to believe it.
his cellmate has a nice face. pretty, almost delicate. junsu knows better than to trust someone based on how trustworthy they look, but he has to get someone on his side here, or he'll rot in this place. ]
I'm — I'm Junsu.
H-How are you so sure?
[ it sounds so certain. junsu wants to believe it.
his cellmate has a nice face. pretty, almost delicate. junsu knows better than to trust someone based on how trustworthy they look, but he has to get someone on his side here, or he'll rot in this place. ]
I'm — I'm Junsu.
[ Maybe this was Kwang was always supposed to do. To find these people, to fall helplessly in love, with both of them. To be there for both of them, to show them both just how much they deserved to be loved. Kwang's heart feels so content, so warm, full but also so ready to give more.
Kwang shakes his head the same, pulling back to look up at Junsu. ]
You had reasons to lie. I was - I was dismissive of humans, wasn't I? I probably made you feel like shit, I'm sorry.
[ Junsu's next words make Kwang's heart seize, and he reaches out, curling his hand over Junsu's, nuzzling his cheek into it. ]
What are you afraid of, now?
[ He mimics Junsu's movements, tracing the roundness of his cheek, down to his lips, eyes completely focused on him. ] Yeah. It does.
Kwang shakes his head the same, pulling back to look up at Junsu. ]
You had reasons to lie. I was - I was dismissive of humans, wasn't I? I probably made you feel like shit, I'm sorry.
[ Junsu's next words make Kwang's heart seize, and he reaches out, curling his hand over Junsu's, nuzzling his cheek into it. ]
What are you afraid of, now?
[ He mimics Junsu's movements, tracing the roundness of his cheek, down to his lips, eyes completely focused on him. ] Yeah. It does.
[ Oh yeah, he certainly knows what he's doing. And he keeps his eyes straight on Junsu's face, taking in every little twitch, every little intake of air. His hand moves up further, curling around Junsu's neck, and then relaxing a little, two fingers hooked in the collar of his shirt, like an offering. If he needs them, they're here.
He keeps moving, cheeks hollowed as he keeps on pulling almost all the way back and then pushing back deep, taking all of Junsu's cock, feeling it when he relaxes his jaw, his throat, breathing through his nose.
The next time he pulls back, his eyes are very clear when they meet Junsu's, silently telling to go for it, move his hips. Do it. ]
He keeps moving, cheeks hollowed as he keeps on pulling almost all the way back and then pushing back deep, taking all of Junsu's cock, feeling it when he relaxes his jaw, his throat, breathing through his nose.
The next time he pulls back, his eyes are very clear when they meet Junsu's, silently telling to go for it, move his hips. Do it. ]
Most of them worked here when I first arrived. I was...different then.
[sharp and voracious. the guards would shove his tray through its little slot as fast as they could, and still the eyes that were glowing from the other end of the cell could reach the window before they were finished. minsu bit off one's thumb once...or was it his pinky?
he's ashamed of it now, the way that the guards still look at him, the way none of them respond to his attempts to be friendly. if it isn't a new guard, half of his food ends up sliding off the tray because they're still in such a hurry to pull their hand away.
but maybe seeing all of this will reassure junsu, knowing that this is his partner in here. someone who seems to like him from the very start.]
Minsu! Minsu, Junsu, we're twinsus!
[wow, he really has been lonely.]
[sharp and voracious. the guards would shove his tray through its little slot as fast as they could, and still the eyes that were glowing from the other end of the cell could reach the window before they were finished. minsu bit off one's thumb once...or was it his pinky?
he's ashamed of it now, the way that the guards still look at him, the way none of them respond to his attempts to be friendly. if it isn't a new guard, half of his food ends up sliding off the tray because they're still in such a hurry to pull their hand away.
but maybe seeing all of this will reassure junsu, knowing that this is his partner in here. someone who seems to like him from the very start.]
Minsu! Minsu, Junsu, we're twinsus!
[wow, he really has been lonely.]
[ it's not even really funny, but it makes junsu laugh through the drying tears sticking to his eyelashes. minsu's not like he expected at all. he thought he'd be cowering for his life in his own cell. it doesn't mean he suddenly feels completely safe, but... a bit of the knot of anxiety in his stomach eases. ]
You're cute, [ he says with a last giggle, unfolding from his curled up position a little, turning his head so he can keep watching minsu. after a second, his smile fades a bit, but he looks slightly more comfortable than he did a moment ago. ]
How long have you been here?
[ he wonders how long they keep them alive. he imagines they end up executing the most dangerous ones, or whenever they need the others to behave, or when they run out of room. he's heard of too many people coming here to never walk back out. ]
You're cute, [ he says with a last giggle, unfolding from his curled up position a little, turning his head so he can keep watching minsu. after a second, his smile fades a bit, but he looks slightly more comfortable than he did a moment ago. ]
How long have you been here?
[ he wonders how long they keep them alive. he imagines they end up executing the most dangerous ones, or whenever they need the others to behave, or when they run out of room. he's heard of too many people coming here to never walk back out. ]
[oh. he called him cute, and that makes minsu look pleased with himself. it's in the surprise in his eyes, the sheepishness of his smile. the extra little bit of color in his cheeks. nothing's made him feel that good in a long time.]
Almost a year. I used to be able to keep track in my head, but not so much since they brought me to this cell. [he points to the scratches on the wall, his own personal calendar.] I wish they'd give me chicken to celebrate it. Or at least a cake.
[he moves closer to junsu, tilting his head at his face while brushing his bangs back with the backs of his fingers. but the obvious comments about his injuries are forgotten in light of something else.]
You smell nice...
Almost a year. I used to be able to keep track in my head, but not so much since they brought me to this cell. [he points to the scratches on the wall, his own personal calendar.] I wish they'd give me chicken to celebrate it. Or at least a cake.
[he moves closer to junsu, tilting his head at his face while brushing his bangs back with the backs of his fingers. but the obvious comments about his injuries are forgotten in light of something else.]
You smell nice...
[ how pleased minsu looks is overshadowed by his answer. almost a year. junsu thinks he'd rather die than spend a year in this place. he's trembling a little, biting the inside of his cheek so he doesn't start screaming or crying or wailing like a baby. being magic was supposed to be something he could pretend to feel better about himself, to feel more, not something that would land him stuck. trapped.
junsu closes his eyes, bruising eye stinging and swollen, the light touch too much and not enough. ]
What kind of nice? [ he whispers, weak and trembling, wanting to think and talk about anything but what's actually happening. ]
junsu closes his eyes, bruising eye stinging and swollen, the light touch too much and not enough. ]
What kind of nice? [ he whispers, weak and trembling, wanting to think and talk about anything but what's actually happening. ]
[what kind of nice...he's not sure about that. being this close to junsu stirs up things that minsu hasn't felt in months. feelings that he's stripped names from and pushed into the darkest corners of himself in an effort to forget them.
it's a tangible relief when minsu realizes how ridiculous that is. they don't put humans in this jail.
his hand resumes petting junsu's hair, trying to comfort him through his first day in prison. it's a lot, of course it is.]
Listen. They're bringing our meals around. I'm starving, what about you?
[minsu's always hungry. always. but for a moment there was a strange spike of it.]
Junsu, Junsuuuu. Open your eyes.
it's a tangible relief when minsu realizes how ridiculous that is. they don't put humans in this jail.
his hand resumes petting junsu's hair, trying to comfort him through his first day in prison. it's a lot, of course it is.]
Listen. They're bringing our meals around. I'm starving, what about you?
[minsu's always hungry. always. but for a moment there was a strange spike of it.]
Junsu, Junsuuuu. Open your eyes.
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