bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

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    • "It's ... good that ... I did ...", Yujin huffed. He didn't regret Richard telling that he should follow his gut, or rather just do what came to mind, but hearing that it was an impromptu idea right off the bat was kind of funny in itself. Who else would come up with something like this, if not Richard? Ridiculous what, what this felt like and given the vague fact that he had doomed himself to begin with, Yujin took what he thought to be punishment, yet, if it were, it wouldn't feel as good as it did, or maybe he was the one that wound up enjoying all of this more than he should have in the first place. Was he pathetic for liking himself like that? He couldn't say, but he didn't mind that the only things he could - at best - grasp were his own hands, and touch his back, though, he probably didn't even need to do that. It only took so long before he wanted to raise his voice again, only to have it smothered by a piece of fabric that Richard forced into his mouth. Given the circumstances, he had no idea what it really was and he also didn't quite dare to spit it out - instead, he let it soak up all the noises he could make, even if it mostly were the same ones and probably a few muttered and muffled iterations of Richards name, none of which seemed to get to the blonde either way. It wasn't long however until all of that got too much, though, until he felt too good, yet, he couldn't even say anything about it - he only found himself drowned out by a piece of cloth that he had bitten into anyway, and made a hot, sticky mess of both him and Richard for sure.

      His head was spinning and if it wasn't for the darkness he was seeing, it would have been stars - he felt sensitive enough, and every single moment that Richard made felt like it was going to cost him his sanity, in quite a good way. Sensitive was an understatement - his hair stood on end once more, just because he had someone caress him, make sure he was feeling okay, all the while his hot and sweaty, probably not dirtied body trembled and tried to regain composure, sharply inhaling any air it could and just revelling in the aftermath of pleasure for as long as he could. Yujin thought he'd be freed of his restraints eventually, but instead Richard let go of him, let him sit there, and he whined, not like a good kitten at all - his entire body felt sensitive and he wasn't sure of what was next to come, if anything, he was exhausted and spent, which also meant that the sudden, yet so small movement that he was offered up, felt like waves of pleasure crashing in over him and when he tried to move his arms once more, he only yanked on his own hair and head subsequently, which caused another, albeit kind of small, whimper, to escape his lips once more. This wasn't incredibly painful and he still felt as if the slightest touch would send him over the edge in a matter of seconds, though, it was too late for that now and when something beneath him shifted once more, he felt like seeing stars again, only to get the cloth taken from his mouth. "Sorry ... for not ... shutting up ...", he mumbled, almost silently, not sure if Richard could hear it. But what was this supposed to be? The blonde seemingly lay down again and Yujin sat there, confused, without much support. Should he ...? "What do ... you ... want ... me ... to do?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Richard felt good and looking at Yujin was nice too, although it was kind of unfair for him to take off his blindfold. Well, Yujin couldn't tell he did and at least Richard was now able to figure out if Yujin was alright with all of this, at least it was easier than when he couldn't look at him and had only his voice to base his assumptions off of. Though in the end he didn't even have that, at least Yujin couldn't tell him to stop anymore and maybe that had been kind of harsh and dangerous, in case Yujin was not liking this at all. Even now it was probably hard for him to signal anything to the blonde. Now that Richard lay on his back again and looked at Yujin he simply heard a whimper, making him worry even more maybe and that was probably the reason he freed Yujin of the fabric in his mouth anyway. "Don't worry...", Richard whispered, there was no need for Yujin to apologize, Richard would have been as loud and he was the one that took every possibility from him to drown his moans somewhere else. Both of them were sticky now but Richard wasn't cold yet at least.

      "Tell me how you feel... I hope that wasn't too much...?", Richard asked carefully while he also reached out with one hand to draw small circles on Yujins leg, softly caressing him. He could think of some more things to do with this panting mess he had on top of him, but first he wanted to make sure that he was absolutely fine and if he wanted to be freed, he could just tell Richard. "I let you go if you want that, just say the word.", he also reassured the wolf who probably couldn't free himself, even if he wanted to. "Ah... and by the way... I have to admit something...", he mumbled, looking at Yujin even though he couldn't look back at the blonde. "I took off the blindfold before... I'm sorry." That hadn't been what they wanted to do, but they also didn't plan to tie Yujin up like a package, so then it was fine again maybe. How did they end up like this even though Richard was the one that got tied to the bed first. It actually was pretty funny.

    • The missing arms around him were something the wolf had to deal with, much like the fact that he sat there - completely unsupported - and was still trying to reign in his senses. Not that it worked really well, even the hand that Richard used to stroke over his leg felt nicer than it probably should and he didn’t know if he was incredibly touch-starved or just overly sensitive. Richard had turned him into a mess, much like the wolf had wanted to turn him into one and yet he’d failed miserably, especially in this position right now - after all, Richard just had to move a bit and Yujin felt it, way more intense than it probably was intended to be. He gasped for air, tried clearing his head and wondered why the blonde had become so cocky and confident from one moment to the other. “I’m … not …”, he admitted, not sure if his body wouldn’t slump off of the blonde any given minute. Yujin felt spent and exhausted, he just wanted to cuddle with Richard, but he was somehow convinced that - if it were the same for him - this wouldn’t be happening. Fuck. His arms were still tied in place and he wasn’t even sure why his hair wasn’t giving out, given the fact that it was usually silky and not anything near as robust.

      “I’m fine … I feel … incredible …”, the wolf admitted, drunk on whatever little piece of power the blonde had left him. Surely, this was just a joke or something, anything he could potentially even grasp, but no - Yujin felt good like this, even when he had complained months ago that he didn’t like sitting on someones lap or rather, that it felt kind of weird. Why did he remember that now? Whatever, maybe he’d never forgotten it, it didn’t matter much right now either way. The truth was, he liked this, more than he should and if he was honest, he wasn’t doing himself a favor - yet it worked, somewhat, didn’t it. “I … no, this is fine.”, he commented, even though his arms would probably start to feel numb at some point - though, morbid curiosity was, what got the best of Yujin regardless. What else was there that Richard wanted to do to him? All of his thoughts felt jumbled, incoherent even and he came to no satisfying conclusion. Still, of course this bastard had taken off his blindfold! Yujin made a disappointed noise, it was much more of a grunt anyway, but he was the one that got restrained and couldn’t do the same, yet, even an ounce of movement would probably not be good for the situation he was in. “Do you … at least … like what you see?”, he questioned, unable to move his head anywhere that would allow him to at least peek through his own makeshift blindfold instead. Not that Yujin wanted to move much, he felt as if he couldn’t even muster the strength to do that. Then, he chuckled, though. “I guess I feel good enough for you, huh?” Richard would have pulled out if he hadn’t been plotting something - but whatever that was, well, Yujin didn’t know.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Richard gave Yujin a little more of a break, stopped moving and just looked it him. He still drew small circles on his leg, but he did that absentmindedly while he looked up at Yujin who maneuvered himself in this position, almost all on his own. Richard simpy had a stupid idea, something that popped into his mind without much thought or regards to if it even was possible. It seemingly was, better than he thought it would be and it still held Yujin in place without much he could do about it. Yujin was the one asking Richard to do it though, even though Richard was thinking that that would just ruin the mood they had established, but he was wrong too. It had been nice and it still was, especially since he was sure he even saw some sweat dripping off of Yujins body. As long as Richard didn't grow cold, they could continue like this, right? Yujin didn't seem to mind, he didn't seem like he wanted to be freed just yet anyway, but Richard would have given a lot to know how exactly the wolf felt. Well, maybe it was enough to just ask?

      "How does that feel... exactly?", he therefor asked and let his hand wander a bit, up Yujins leg then his stomach, softly stroking over his skin to maybe have him move on his own, only to jolt again like he did before. Richard remembered the first time he asked him to hop on and Yujin refused, even though he probably couldn't remember. Maybe it stuck at the back of his head and he eventually wanted to try it. This time Richard wouldn't let Yujin fall off the bed though and right now everywhere he could fall to, he would just land on the bed anyway. Well Yujin even admitted that he wanted to stay in this position and Richard smiled, even though Yujin couldn't see it. "So... you like this?", Richard asked just to tease, but he wasn't sure if that didn't warrant some punishment at another time. "I like what I see... yes.", Richard whispered and he wondered if it just was easier to talk openly when the other person couldn't see nor move. "You look almost like a statue." Did they even have some in Silesse? Maybe some made of ice? Richard continued to stroke over Yujins stomach, softly feeling his muscles, before moving back down to his legs again, then to the inside of his thighs and eventually he softly touched Yujins very much dirtied dick. "You feel comfortable enough."

    • Richard was the worst. Yujin didn’t want to admit it, but the half-wolf was definitely not someone to be toyed with - was this punishment for all the times that he had tried to, or was this only happening because even Richard had grown morbidly curious as to what his fellow wolf would do if he wound himself in a situation that he couldn’t quite fathom, or whine his way out of? Normally and usually, it would have sufficed to just make him shut up somehow, but right now, there was no need for that - instead he found himself being questioned, which, by many accounts, wasn’t exactly what he liked. His face felt hot once more, embarrassingly so and the fact that there was no way of just embarrassingly winding himself out of this situation made it much, much worse. “How?”, Yujin reiterated. His body felt incredibly warm, much like Richards hands that made him jolt, given the not so subtle movement and he wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he was trying to coax out of him. “Warm, hot even. Kind of full. Ecstatic, maybe. Like, somehow I want more, and somehow I’m tired, but I mainly want more, even though …” There was no more space for anything and he couldn’t exactly shy away and disappear into thing air either. Richard was filling him out, one way or the other, and it didn’t help that he was slightly hunched over.

      When had he felt as good? Yujin couldn’t recall, at least he couldn’t mentally do so - whenever he spent time with Richard, he felt nice and whenever he found himself to he preoccupied by him, it was nothing short of incredible as well. This, however, was different. His body tingled, he wanted to lean into the touches he received, sucked his stomach in for a second when foreign hands moved there, and he felt as if all the things he’d had come to mind earlier were more than silly. Why keep Richard here when Richard could just wrap him around his finger like that? It was silly, Yujin had to admit that. “Liking is a bit of an understatement.”, he admitted, all coy, trying to shy away a bit, but he couldn’t - he had established that before that, if he were to simply move anywhere, he’d probably fall over and that wouldn’t feel nice. Yujin, instead, slowly started moving the only way he knew how to - which was slightly up and down. This hadn’t felt as intense as the last time, but he didn’t mind, not for now - only to stop immediately when Richard touched his dick and whine. “You like what you see so much that you’ll put your hands on it?”, the wolf questioned, but he knew better than that, Richard already had anyway. “I think I’m … a bit too flexible and … movable for a statue. And they can’t … talk …”, he admitted, but he’d never know for sure, he wasn’t moving much and he was still anticipating something, anything, now that Richards hand was on his dick. Fuck, he should be putting in work, though. “Any … way I can make it … more comfortable?” Why was he asking that? He wanted nothing more than to hide his already embarrassed face but he was fairly convinced Richard wasn’t even close to him.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Richard didn't care much about himself in this moment, actually not at all, but maybe he was always like this. No... that changed since he got to know Yujin more. This started as something he did only for himself and even then he almost felt bad doing it, then it turned into something enjoyable anyway, but now he just wanted Yujin to enjoy himself. Richard had fallen for that wolf, hadn't he? But it didn't matter, he still would leave and when he was dead all of this would fade into nothingness as well, that much was clear. Maybe he felt bad for leaving Yujin behind and maybe that was the reason why he wanted to gift to him a night like this, one he wholly enjoyed. "Yes how.", Richard answered, not backing down from his question, only to listen to gim carefully. "Even though...?", he questioned since Yujin simply stopped his sentence, but now he was hooked, Richard wanted to know what he tried to say, but instead of helping him collect his thoughts, Richard continued his touches and his stroking. Maybe he was simply trying to make Yujin insane, just for tonight, maybe he didn't want him to forget Richard in the end. Would this even help? Probably not...

      "I'm glad...", Richard answered and for some reason he loved listening to him like that. He wondered when the time would come he couldn't say a word anymore. This was new for Richard as well, he never had done anything quite like this and thus he was only testing all kinds of stuff. Yujin started moving on his own and Richard huffed. "So you want even more?", he asked, his grip getting a bit stronger, matching Yujins movement too. He wasnt sure if he himself would have had the strength to continue this. "This is about you... not me.", he answered. He still was sensitive too, but it was very much bareable. He easily could keep a straight voice at least, but it was nice to only move his hand, giving the rest of his body a break after before. "You're a little stiff for a human, so whatever could you be then?", Richard asked teasingly and he probably would have hated Yujin if it was the other way around, but it wasn't. "You're doing fine."

    • Much on the contrary, the wolf felt bad about making this solely about himself and his own desires. Rightfully, this was supposed to be about both of them eventually, but given the fact that Richard seemed to be quite assertive and not at all interested in simply making it easy for both of them, Yujin accepted his fate eventually - he had to, after all, if he kept denying it he was not going to get anywhere. "Even though ...", the wolf echoed once more, knowing fully that he had to speak of what had come to mind just before. Was he really doomed to speak all of this aloud? Yujin felt generally embarrassed by Richards mere presence, by the things he'd already said and the touches he received for - apparently - being good enough. But for how long until he wouldn't be? He couldn't and wouldn't tell, instead, he opened that big mouth of his after what felt like an agonizingly long while. "Even though ... I can't take more. You're filling me out.", the wolf admitted, his voice shaking and getting more and more silent the closer he came to the end of his sentence - he sounded almost like a kid, unable to fully and wholly confess to some act of thievery it had committed. Was this really all he had to admit?

      Richard was wasting no time and Yujin felt almost as if the world had stopped moving for a while now - a lot of eyes lay on him, most of them didn't even exist, but he could feel Richards gaze, even though he didn't know if that was even possible. It felt bad, horrid, something along those lines and he wasn't entirely willing to figure it out for himself. Not that he could, he was coaxed into moving some more and move his hips he did, especially when he seemingly was rewarded for being good - whatever he was truly good or not, he couldn't tell - he could only claim that it was, without much of a doubt, the only thing he could do: follow commands, whatever they were spoken aloud or not. "Maybe? ... But I doubt there's more of you." Was this getting to specific? "This ... should be ... about ... us." Yujin felt oddly at peace like this, even when his body was the one that had to keep up with all of this, that felt sensitive, elctrified, aflame - many more things than that and he wasn't even sure if he had the capability of lasting for even the next five minutes. His knees felt weak, his lips dry and the more he accidentally pulled on his hair, the more he liked it. This was just getting odd. "But if I were ...", he huffed. What if he was a statue? "I doubt ... you'd be able to ... touch me .. like ... that.", he finished his sentence, mumbling, wondering why he was even doing anything that the blonde asked him to. Was he really just chasing after his own pleasure? "Am I ... good ... yet?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Richard waited for Yujins answer, looking at him kind of curious and he made it suspensful too by not saying what he wanted to say right away. Richard couldn't remember many if any occassions when Yujin was embarassed to open his mouth, if anything, he talked and talked and talked all day long before even thinking about what he was going to say. It was kind of interesting and funny, but in the end, usually they ended up like this the other way around. Richard didn't prefer either way if he was completely honest, though maybe he didn't want to be in Yujins shoes right now. "Even though...?", Richard reiterated helping Yujin to say whatever he didn't want to say and Yujin repeated once more too, before he finally spit it out. While he said it he got more and more silent and his cheeks, or rather his whole body got a red shimmer and Richard couldn't believe what he heard next but he genuienly, for real, without a joke started to laugh, albeit a little bit too loud for his own comfort. He had forgotten how that sounded when it came out of his throat and maybe that was hearable, but he somehow for whatever reason found Yujin saying this and like he did very funny.

      It had been so long since he laughed for whatever reason and just for the fact that Yujin managed to coax that reaction out of him, he deserved praise and first and foremost Richards appreciaion. He was in such a good mood that it almost hurt, the muscles in his face were not used to any of this. Richard wanted to tease Yujin to hell and back, but now he wasn't sure if he shouldn't instead hug him tightly. Yujin told him he maybe wanted more though, or maybe not? Richard had to laugh again though, even though this time he tried to tone it down a hunch. "Didn't you just say you can't handle more of me?", he questioned amused and yes, the muscles in his cheeks defiently started to hurt. He couldn't stop grinning. Was it because tired, or because of this situation that he was able to let go like that? Richard wasn't sure, not at all. Wasn't this about them then? "I feel very good... if that is your concern...?", he asked. "If you want me to free you, you can tell me." But Yujin kept moving and by that he probably got more of Richard anyway. He rewarded him with moving his hand in the pace the wolf picked while he sat there all sweaty and beat. "Maybe you're right...", Richard answered, still amsile on his face. "Very good..." Maybe Richard should just finish the job, release Yujin from this state between pleasure and whatever it was and also free him of his binds afterwards. But he did a good job in turning Richard on again too and he defiently filled him out more than five minutes ago after their first, or actually Yujins second round. Richard sat up again though, not as close as before and with one hand to support his weight, but he did to kiss Yujins chest and to still be able to have his hand between them. Yujin deserved a treat and Richard at least freed him from the blindfold.

    • Had he said something wrong? Silence befell them both and Yujin felt almost as if he had to open his mouth again and apologize, tell Richard that he could have worded that better, or that he just didn't know how to actually say it without tripping over the myriad of words that were ghosting through his by-now empty head. However, instead of all of that, he could hear laughter, at first faint, and then it grew louder - had he said something odd? Hearing Richard laugh, however, almost felt like he should be concerned, but even that soon changed when he felt as if he had done something right instead, he'd finally made the blonde laugh with something as silly as the things he'd said and he chuckled alongside him, if only to distract from his own, incoherent silence and wonder how long it would take for the blonde to figure out that he had enticed the wolf to laugh with him. Yujins chest felt like it was swelling with pride and he wasn't sure if it wasn't butterflies that actually roamed through his stomach for a moment - this laugh sounded so good, he had no idea why, but he appreciated it for as long as he could, until Richard gradually toned it down. Still, he sounded amused to some degree, which was reason enough to not give up on what he was really trying to do. What had that even been? "Your laugh ... it's lovely."

      "Yes, yes ... I did but ... you won't leave me hanging ... now, right?", the wolf mused, knowing that Richard wouldn't and that he could keep up with this just a little while longer. If it weren't for the fact that Yujin himself felt incredibly exhausted already, and that he was sure that he wanted nothing more than to cuddle and fall asleep afterward, he'd actually beg for another one, hell, maybe a fifth one if the blonde was up for it. "Not ... actually. I know you're feeling good, but ... hearing that is even ... better!" That it was and it would be a shame if he actually had not done that. However, he wasn't quite sure if he should tell the blonde what he'd actually meant at first, after all, he didn't want to spoil the fun or make this situation awkward. Trying hard to make Richard laugh had never worked, either, for as long as he recalled. "I'm fine like this.", he insisted, not wanting to spoil the fun for either of them, so he kept going and slouched slightly forward when Richard was amping up his pace - not because he was falling, but because he felt too many things, too fast, all at once and he wasn't sure when his head would start spinning. "I'm glad.", he murmured and felt something underneath him shift again, before he felt faint kisses on his chest and a hand that - finally - freed him from his blindfold soon after. It wasn't necessarily bright in here and given the bind he found himself in, he couldn't move his head much, but he could at least look downward with those eyes of his - was Richard really smiling? Yujin was convinced he was, which was why he smiled back instead - or at least tried to, which was kind of hard when he was stuck between biting his lips to muffle any noise he could make. "Richard ... didn't ... wasn't there ...", he mumbled, but there came nothing of it, except somewhat pathetic mewling. "You ... what was ... the other thing ... you wanted ... to do? Before you ...", Yujin bit back another moan, and just yanked on his own hair to kind of show Richard what he was getting at instead. Did the blonde even have anything else in mind? Did it even matter?
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • It was odd to hear his own laughter, he almost forgot how it sounded. Did it sound weird? Did it sound different? Richard wasn't sure, but it felt good to laugh after all this time, not just huff or smile, no he truly did laugh and it wasn't even that funny, nor was it particulary silent. Yujin tuned in too, chuckled at least and it must have felt odd for him too to hear the blonde make those noises. Maybe at first he didn't even know where that was coming from. Well he probably knew the laughter of anyone who could have barged in here and it wouldn't have fit, because it was Richards. Once the blonde calmed down Yujin started talking again and the blonde shook his head. "Shut up...", he grumbled, but with a grin still on his face. "But... it felt good. Thank you." Without Yujin what would he have done all that time? What would he have done on Dayans birthday, if he hadn't been distracted? Would he have sulked until Nayantai finally let him go? That probably wouldn't have been enough and maybe Richards nightmares would be even worse if not for Yujin giving his brain some other things and experiences to think about too. His body healed on its own but it needed Yujin to heal Richards mind, maybe his soul if something like that even existed.

      Yujin picked some interesting words, but one big laugh was enough for tonight, probably even for this month. "I won't.", Richard simply answered much more composed than Yujin was. But he still was sensitive too, yet he concentraded more on the wolf than on himself. "I'm greatful you... dragged me into bed... instead of letting me go.", he said, but at some point he would need to go. Maybe not right after this, but he couldn't stay here forever and using the dark of the night probably was better than trying to hide his presence during daylight. For as long as possible he wanted to enjoy this moment though and Yujin seemed to do the same. Richard actually thought he'd be angry at Richard for tying him up like this, but apparently he wasn't. It must have been exhausting though. There were more muffled moans and Yujin did his best to keep moving. Richards breathing got heavier too and he kept kissing and biting Yujin. The wolfs words didn't make much sense at first, it was simply nice to hear him be at a loss like this, but Richard understood what he meant. He wouldn't want to do that too, would he? "I... just thought... you could even tie... someones hands... to the top of... the bed...", Richard answered. It felt like this bed was made for tying all sorts of things at every possible place, with all the prettyfications it had.

    • "I mean ... it.", Yujin insisted and he knew that Richard did not want to hear that, at all. Why? Whenever something seemingly focused on him for a bit too long, he wasn't really into it and whenever Yujin wondered what he did wrong, it usually was because he had called him out on something. Like this, it felt fine however and he didn't worry much about any of that - if Richard wanted to punish him for something, he could, especially in the position they were in, but that was it. "No need ... to." In reality, he had wanted to that for a long while now and the fact that he had finally achieved it was good, too - Yujin felt as if he'd just reached new heights, even when he knew that that probably was the first time in a long time that he had heard the blonde laugh. Could he savor it a little while longer? Not anymore, but he closed his eyes just for a moment, he felt as if this had been unwarranted bliss and that he'd just been treated to something good for being good, maybe even a little silly. What else was going to happen if they went on? Only time would tell, though, Yujin was sure that his legs were going to feel like absolute mush after this single round and that he would be unable to do anything for anyone.

      "Good.", he voiced, sounding more exhausted and yet riled up than before. This had been going on for way too long, they were at it for a while now and what was supposed to be a short few minutes of Yujin just teasing the hell out of Richard had easily turned into a third round of giving any and all control he ever had over anything, including himself, to the blonde without even asking twice about it. "I'm ... glad you're ... here, too ..." Yujin would like it even more if he stayed the night and he could cuddle with him after all of this, and still, he was so sure that Richard wasn't going to get out of here - how would he even? - that he didn't consider the fact that the blonde could probably just leave anytime he wanted anyway. This was not what he wanted to think about, though, and the fact that they were going at a steady rhythm whiped all of those thoughts straight out of his brain, thankfully - Richard was there, and the fact that this felt so good, his entire body was trembling again and he was gasping, moaning, pretty much without a filter. Yujin had absolutely stopped trying right now. "You ... can ... do you ... want ... to?", he asked, but it was already too late for that anyway, he'd not last much longer - he was already out of breath, his fingers and toes started feeling kind of numb and even now that he had lost his blindfold, he was sure that the lips and teeth on his chest weren't the only thing that made him see stars. "How ... do you ... have ... so ... much ... ah!" Fuck, why was Richard hitting all the right spots anyway!
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "I know you do.", Richard replied. When Yujin said he liked something about him, he always meant it, but for Richard his own laugh sounded foreign and he also wouldn't describe anything about himself as lovely. Did Richard laugh at any other occasion? He couldn't remember and if he couldn't, Yujin probably wouldn't either, so this must have felt like the first one for him regardless. He probably tried to make Richard laugh since they first met and now it had been in such a ridiculous situation, that wasn't even remotely funny to begin with. It had just been how Yujin said it and also what, it still made Richard grin a little while he rewarded the wolf for giving something back to Richard he thought he had lost. Dayan probably would have wanted him to laugh again too, as much as he would have wanted him to do that becoming of age ritual as well as enjoying it and Richard decided to do all that. He just wished he had someone with him, someone like Yujin, at least when he came back to present his prey. Nayantai was nice too though and he wanted him to at least be able to see one son uphold his traditions.

      Yujin deserved to be treated well, which made Richard the wrong person for him, but at least now he tried to make him feel better and better, even if that meant he was losing his mind over it. Yujin already couldn't speak or think anymore and the fact was enjoyable. Richard didn't care about the noise anymore and he decided not to stuff Yujins mouth again. Instead he kept up the rhythm with his hand which Yujin provided by moving up and down, basically running on autopilot as it seemed. "Not now silly...", Richard answered, probably not even tonight, he doubted Yujin was capable of much more after this. Richard felt him tremble and twitch which in turn made his own body tremble. "So much... what...?", he asked and once Yujin yelped like that, Richard did his best to recreate exactly what he had just done again and again. Richard still muffled his own moans, maybe no one would question just hearing Yujin have fun, maybe with himself? He was a little loud for that, but who cared anyway? Yujin had said the door was locked anyway. Richard sat up a little bit more to reach Yujins neck, kiss it and make his way towards his ear. "Yujin...", he said breathless. "Come for me... one more time..." Third times the charm, right? Richard wanted to too, wondering if there was even room left, wondering how it felt for Yujin.

    • He really did, no doubt about it and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn’t, that it was impossible and his entire mind was shrouded in thin mist, almost like a veil draped over all of it, obscuring all and any thoughts to replace them with relentless pleasure that the rest of his body was provided with. Being treated like this felt sort of merciless and Yujin felt almost bad for indulging it, for realizing that he was entrapped in this feeling - this place - as long as he would want to, or rather, as long as his exhausted body and clouded mind could work in some odd, broken tandem that worked for them. Richard was close, got even closer and the wolf would have leaned forward, looking for support, if his damn hair didn’t keep him from bending over properly every single time he tried. Actually, Richard had been right, he was like a statue and he could only do so many things - which obviously wasn’t a lot - but that still didn’t help with what he was trying to do. Whenever Yujin tried to open his mouth now, just to form coherent sentences, he found himself reminded of how warm his body felt and how good Richard was at making him feel incredible - and how his voice was only there to make illegible sounds of pleasure anyway.

      Yujins thoughts had always been a mess, regardless of the fact if he was giving or receiving, or in a completely other state of mind, but right now, he simply received too much - it was a lot at once and too much for him. “Later?”, he questioned instead, being the only thing that he didn’t slur as soon as it crawled out of his throat - he could have just stopped moving his hips, trying to coax a reaction out of Richard now that he could somewhat see him, but the grin was enough to keep him going without questioning much. Given the fact that he felt completely worn already, enveloped by a warm, rising feeling and the general inability to keep his eyes open all the way, he was sure there was no later for now, not when he already struggled with the simplest of things and the blonde came closer once more. “Stami- ah! … Fuck! … Stamina!”, the wolf exclaimed and he wasn’t even sure if that was a sufficient answer - it was a word, one he barely coaxed out of his throat, but the blonde seemingly wasn’t done yet. His breath felt so warm, maybe a bit too warm, but he couldn’t shy away from that, either. It was enough to tip him over the edge however, to let the electrifying feeling course through his body, squeezing his own eyes shut as pleasure overtook him and he, quite obviously, besmirched parts of himself and Richard once more. Still, he needed a moment to decide whatever he was closer to being awake or passing out, needed a bit to regain his breath. “Sorry …”, he wheezed instead. Wait … had he always felt this full? Fuck.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "Don't you... have enough already...?", Richard asked Yujin who implored about doing something else later even though they weren't even finished now. How come he asked Richard about his own stamina then? This made no sense and Richard felt like, once they were done, they'd just collapse, lie down and try to catch their breath. Yujin probably felt that he wouldn't see Richard very often until he left, but that didn't mean he needed to pack a lifetime into one night. Judging by the noise they made though, Richard wondered if Yujins sister would knock angrily at his door the next morning again, even though Richard still kept quiet. She could probably guess who was here, right? Richard hadn't been here a lot, but in such a small place rumors spread fast and he doubted no one of Yujins friends said anything. It didn't matter though, Richard wouldn't be here anymore in the morning. For now he focused on the present though. He felt Yujin tremble and twitch as he was pulled over the edge once more and Richard was too, pressing Yujin closer in the end and ignoring that they both were incredibly filthy now.

      "Why do you apologize...?", Richard questioned a little bit confused and like before he wrapped his arms around Yujin to hold him. This time however he cared about his binds, about the knot he made in his hair. He opened it up to free Yujins arms and his head, then held him a few moments more. Yujin probably was tired of sitting though. For now he supported Yujins weight, held him no matter in which direction he'd fall and he tried to make out how Yujin was doing after round three. Richard already dreaded the way home though. He was sweaty and sticky, but he would have to put on his clothes regardless. The fifteen minute walk home didn't sound welcoming either and then he probably needed to make some water warm to wash his clothes and his body before going to bed. Right now he wasn't sure if he was even able to stand up though, he needed a little bit more time and Yujin probably wanted him to stay anyway. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt either of them. "Do you want to get off?", he questioned, not sure if Yujin was even capable of moving that much.

    • Richard had turned him into a mess and Yujin didn’t even mind. He was way too exhausted to even think about the consequences, or the fact that the blonde didn’t even want to get into his bed at first, but the arms that he found around him, fumbling with something, felt so nice that he just accepted his fate and closed his eyes for a bit - he’d not fall asleep like this, at least he hoped that he wouldn’t, but he very much found himself entrapped in Richards arms. Once his own restraints finally came off, however, Yujin finally wrapped his own around his fellow wolf - they felt slightly shaky and numb, yet not too bad, even when he wasn’t sure what he wanted exactly. He only breathed for a while, before he heard Richard talk on and on - wasn’t that supposed to he his thing? “I didn’t … mean tonight, silly. I’ll … lose it … if we do …”, he huffed and he wasn’t wrong. For now, pressing their sticky, filthy bodies together was fine with the wolf and he didn’t necessarily care enough about cleaning himself up right now. Actually, there was one thing he wanted to do, and for that, he needed to gather some strength in his weak-feeling legs.

      “I ruined … us both …”, he mumbled and he wasn’t wrong - the only one that Richard had ruined was Yujin, and even that was, at least currently, not as big of a mess as Yujins cum that probably was caking both if their stomachs by now, especially if they kept up their position. They should clean up, somehow, and take a bath at their earliest convenience, yet the wolf didn’t know if he wanted to revel in this feeling some more - in Richards general warmth - or if he had to get up immediately and free himself from all of this. Given that it felt nice, he stayed a bit, his legs feeling wobbly and as if they’d lost all their strength in the last ten to five minutes - if they had had any to begin with. Right now, this was good enough anyway and Yujin used his hands to draw long, broad circles on Richards back, almost as if both of them needed a bit of soothing and silence after what had happened - and silence was, what the wolf wanted for now, even when he was asked a question. “It’s nice, but … I should.”, he eventually admitted and let go for Richard for a second, to use his hands for force himself up, at least so that he kneed above Richard for a second and then let himself fall back onto the mattress - he was completely free at last, yet, he wasn’t quite save from the rivulets of liquid that slowly came out of him, now that they weren’t exactly contained. Eugh, that was kind of a disgusting feeling and the wolf already looked for his blanket rope to untie, and eventually crawl over to Richard to wipe the mess from his stomach first - they both needed a wash. “This was … incredible … and I’m beat.”
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Richard wouldn't mind using Yujins bath right now, but he also didn't want to get caught by anyone roaming the halls or having the idea to also use the bath at this time of night. Well even other people had sex, right...? Wait, that was disgusting and he actually didn't want to know what Yujins fathers did in their bedroom. Still the bath was so warm, humid and nice, so different from anything else in this stupid icy hellhole, especially after he spent minutes after minutes without his clothes and didn't even have a blanket. At least he had Yujin who wrapped his arms around Richard as well now, who warmed him up now that he didn't move and who made him feel better. It was nice sitting here like this, without doing anything but hug each other for a while. "What else is 'later' supposed to mean?", Richard answered with a shake of his head. Later tomorrow? No, that's not how that word was supposed to be used, not at all. But Richard had been fairly sure that Yujin had enough for today and Richard wouldn't crawl into his room every night from now on. Maybe his windows would be barred anyway, since someone had to hear Yujin moan before.

      "No need to apologize. I'm a grown up, I knew what would happen." Technically speaking his eighteenth birthday was in a week, but he was still mature enough, probably more so than Yujin and he didn't quite understand why Yujin always apologized for something like that. If Richard would mind, he wouldn't have touched him in the first place. Richard still patted Yujins back and placed his head on his shoulder a little bit, he was beat too and it was nice to stay like this for a while longer. He let go when Yujin admitted that he should get off and once the wolf let himself fall on the mattress, Richard let himself fall back on his back too. "You don't need to...", Richard started when Yujin came closer with one of his sheets. He did wipe his stomach anyway, but Richard would rather have had a blanket, he was getting cold. "It was.", Richard nodded, making sure that Yujin didn't dip his hair into the mess. "Maybe you should go to sleep now.", he suggested. And Richard would take some more minutes, then grab his clothes and somehow get out of here. He didn't exactly want to tie all those sheets back together, maybe he'd be able to just jump.

    • Given the circumstances, the wolf wanted nothing more than to sink into the blondes arms and just decide that it had been a hell of a night, one he didn't quite care enough about and he also just wanted to disappear in his personal dreamland. If things were that easy, however, he'd not be crouching over his bedmate and he also wouldn't be wiping away some fluids meticulously, as if he had to remove any evidence that he could find. Once he deemed himself to be done, he used another corner to wipe himself off, as best as he could, and did so between his thighs as well - just for good measurement and to make absolutely sure he wasn't going to get everything over their shared bed for the night. Would Richard even want to stay here? Yujin couldn't tell and all the warmth they'd shared just minutes ago was kind of gone, replaced by the frigid cold that this icy palace eminated - and yet, he didn't want it to be like that, which was why he threw the blanket away and grabbed a fresh one, pulled it over both of them and lay down next to Richard, who probably could use more than a good, dry scrub to get rid of any residue. "Sometime later, how about that? Maybe for your birthday?", he suggested, almost wholeheartedly. However, that was far away and there was another problem. Would Yujins legs even carry him to the goddamn bathroom? He didn't know and he didn't want to be lunged around by Richard.

      "A grown up?", he chuckled, finding it hard to believe that Richard was any more of an adult than he was. Sure, Yujin often enough acted childish, but Richard was easily persuaded to join in on all of it and he also searched for comfort from someone like him - none of them were any more mature than the other, he was sure of it and even if he deluded himself into thinking something like that, Yujin wouldn't burst his bubble, not for tonight, when he'd already lost a bunch of energy to something he actually, wholeheartedly enjoyed. "I already did ... and also, you'll get it all over the bed and the clean blanket if I don't. It's the least I can do." The wolf cuddled up to Richard, but before he actually buried his face in Richards throat, he gave him a short kiss, and then seemingly hid. Was he still embarrassed? By the gods, no, he couldn't be and the truth was that he didn't even want to be, or think that he needed to be. "Maybe we should wash up and cuddle afterwards instead? How's that sound?", he mused. That sounded nice, but he felt sleepy already, not exactly up to any more mischevious deeds or something that could get either of them in trouble. However, it was fairly silent and he was sure that he could wash up alone in the morning, too. "You took care of me for half of the night, so how about I take care of you for the other half?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "Later?", Richard asked shaking his head. "Well I hope we see each other on my birthday. Maybe that will work." Yujin seemed tired and maybe a little bit shaky on his legs. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe Richard could just leave in silence when Yujin was asleep, it would spare him the trouble of convincing Yujin that it was better he'd left before anyone in this castle woke up. It wasn't that he ddn't want to share a bed with Yujin, he just wanted to use the darkness outside to steal himself away from this place and back home. Once Yujin was done with cleaning up, he got a blanket to throw it over both of them, cuddling up and already warming Richard up. It felt nice and cuddling a little, waiting for Yujin to fall asleep, didnt sound like a bad plan. He liked holding him, he liked being held too and he nuzzled up to Yujin as well. He hated this stupid castle that would simply melt should anyone make a fire. Who wanted to live in something like this? It kept away the wind, but that was all this thing could do.

      "Yes. I'm not a child anymore.", Richard replied, wondering why he had to explain that. He had seen too much to still be one, didn't he? His birthday was in one week too, there was nothing much to argue about. "Fine...", Richard mumbled, wrapping his arms around Yujin, pressing him against his own body and eventually Richard closed his eyes to calm down a little and to relax. This had been a lot of work, work spent very productivly , but still Richard was exhausted too and he liked feeling Yujins feeble body in his arms - not that he was much stronger or taller than him. He wouldn't want someone bulky like Quan though, of that he was pretty sure, Yujin was perfect just like he was. "It's a long way to the bath... I don't want to meet anyone.", he answered with a short sigh. He would have liked a wash and some warmth, but it didn't seem like a good idea to begin with. Maybe he'd have another chance, but not tonight. "Warming me up a little bit is enough...", Richard mumbled, stroking over Yujins back.

    • "Fine by me.", Yujin assured, yet, he wasn't entirely sure if a silly promise like that was enough to get him out of his own personal hellhole in time for Richards birthday. He wanted to say yes, but something - very adamantly - was trying to tell him that his chances were slim and he was banking on something that might not happen at any point in the future. Given, it was fine by Yujin and actually, he could probably try his darnest to just break himself out once more, but it all was so far away - even if that was only a week - it seemed like a fever dream. When was the last time he was locked in here and for how long had that even been? It all seemed rather uncanny, almost as if there was no need to think things through, after all, his mind was racing, on and on, and he wasn't even sure if he could fall asleep like that. Was it because his thoughts were glued onto Richard, or was it because no matter what he tried, he just couldn't seem to relax in the end? His body was exhausted, his mind not so much and right now, all of this culminated in probably the most stupid feeling ever.

      Yujin wanted nothing more than to stay like this, keep himself from dozing off and hold Richard a bit longer - much like both of them deserved anyway. Still, that was something that seemed unattainable to begin with, after all, there was no way of knowing or figuring out what would go where, why he struggled with so many things at once and why he found himself enthralled by a man that wasn't here to stay. "You're still younger than me.", he chuckled, but it didn't mean much. Maybe Richard was the more mature one, maybe both of them were quite immature to begin with and this contest of sorts was for naught. The wolf didn't know, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around the blonde as best as he could, enjoying the warmth he gave off and the feeling that he finally found himself to be somewhat at peace, if only for the moment. "They are probably all asleep, but we don't have to - tomorrow is also a day, you know?" That it was, but who knew what tomorrow brought when somebody breathed life into this godforsaken castle. Maybe he'd find that no, he wasn't allowed to have Richard here and no, this was just outrageous to begin with, but did it really matter? In the end, all was fine. "A little bit? I doubt it ...", he mumbled and cuddled closer to the blonde, burying his face and not wanting to be seen, all the while he returned the gesture and drew little patterns on his back - slowly, then drowsier and eventually, it stopped when he fell asleep.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Yujin still talked and mumbled about, but eventually it didn't take him long to fall asleep. Richard noticed his breathing get heavier as well as his arm that lay around him. The blonde lay there, not sleeping at all and he simply watched Yujin for a bit, still drawing circles on his back and wanting to make sure that he was deep asleep. When he thought Yujin was, Richard silently stood up, grabbed the blanket and pulled it tight over Yujins body. Then he picked up his clothes and put them on - dirty or not. He got the hang of those Thrian clothes and once he was dressed he tried to figure out how he'd be able to get out now. He opened the window and at least he didn't need to fear that Yujin would freeze to death if he left it open. Before he jumped out however he wondered one more thing, waking to the door and opening it up. He found Yujins food right ouside and with it the supposed medicine. Richard quickly grabbed it, not sure why he even bothered, then put it in his pocket and closed the door again. He wasn't sure what that was but maybe he was able to figure it out somehow. For now however he went back to the window. He had brought some snow down there and Dayan had jumped further than this in the past right? Richard sat on the window sill, looked down once more and then jumped, rolling once he landed to soften the fall. he was fine afterwards. Full of snow, but fine and there was no rope dangling out the window either. Richard took the ladder too and thus there was no more hints of anyone being here except maybe his footprints, but those would vanish too. He soon enough went home.

      A week had gone by fast and Richard spent three days out hunting with Nayantai. He didn't question it, but he was pretty sure the old man wanted to prepare him for his hunt somehow, which was unnecessary, but they also needed food and fur to trade, right? With that Richard didn't really have time to visit Yujin once more, but he also didn't promise anything which was why he didn't feel too bad about it. He hoped he'd be there at his birthday though. He wasn't for buying Richard some clothes, he did that with Nayantai, which was embarrassing enough, but it was fine. Now he stood at the door of the hut and Nayantai was the only one wishing him good look. He told his old man not to worry and left in the morning, since the daylight got scarce these days anyway. He didn't want to be out at night when it got even colder.

      Richard had a good feeling about the hunt. He thought he'd hunt the first thing he saw and maybe then he still looked around a bit in case he found something better. Well that was his plan at least and he ventured through the icy fields and scarce trees to find maybe a fox or rabbit or something. He did, until he felt a slight tingle in the fingers of his left hand that spread soon after. Not now..., he thought to himself, clicking his tongue, thinking about the possibility to turn back, but he was probably too far away of the hut and the village. Maybe he'd find a cave, or at least a tree he could climb on to, because he didn't ant to be the prey today, but he was pretty sure there was no cave around. He would know it. he hurried, felt his whole arm tingle eventually and before he knew it, everything turned black.

      When Richard woke up it was already dark. That didn't mean too much, maybe it was still noon, but he'd been passed out for hours. His fingers felt numb, he was cold and he also was wrapped in a blanket of snow which covered him almost fully during that time. Fuck, why did it always have to be like this? Never when he ay in his bed, always when he was doing something for once. For once he was alone, for once he had somewhat of a time limit and this happened. But there was no use in fretting over it, instead he got up, trying to get rid of most of the snow in his hair and on his white clothes. At least he probably wasn't visible very well with his blonde hair and the white garment that was used for the hunt. The hunt, right, he still needed to hunt something. He couldn't go back without a prey, but he would have taken anything by now. Some stupid bird, a squirrel, whatever crossed his path. maybe if he went down to those stupid little swimming birds, he could catch one of those. He wasn't exactly sure where he was, but it didn't take long for him to figure it out, using the moon and the stars. Eventually what Nayantai and also Caelan had told him was of use in the end. While he walked through the icy night, he tried to warm up his fingers.

      It took him a few more minutes until he heard something. A deep grumble and not necessarily something he wanted to hear out here. Yes, he wanted to hunt something, the first thing he saw, but not that. He already got pretty close, because it was dark and the fur of the animal was pure white, only his snout wasn't. Why did those bears have to be that big out here in Silesse? Yes, there stood an icebear just some meters away from Richard. He halted, tried to hold his breath and he believed that that bear didn't see him by now. He backed away slowly, but the ice was crunching under his feet and it felt so incredibly loud. He wondered why that bear hadn't turned around already, but eventually he did. Richard stopped again, not looking at him directly. Still the bear made some noise and stood up on two of its legs, making it a lot taller than Richard was. If it would have been a normal bear in Adrestia, maybe making himself big too would have scared it away, but not this giant animal in this frigid land. All the animals here seemed aggressive and hungry all the time and crouching down, acting like he was dead would have probably killed Richard too. Once the bear got back on all his four feet, Richard already drew his bow and arrow, he didn't have much else. The bear ran at him, Richard shot two arrow, aiming for its neck, but hitting its shoulder instead. Then he rolled to the side, dodging the onrush. He picked up the next arrow, shot and hit the bear in its back while it turned around. Another on in his side. That's not how you killed a bear if you wanted to use his fur fully, but at this point Richard didn't care.

      He dodged again, wondering how he even managed that one, but when he tried to aim his bow again, he noticed that it broke, probably by hitting the ground. Richard threw it away, taking his knife instead. The bear was bleeding, but not much at it seemed and once it rushed at him again, Richard tried to dodge threw under it, stabbing the bear wherever his knife landed really. Richard was already exhausted and he never was fine after his heart decided to stop. Mostly he felt drowsy and beat for a while, but he had no choice but to fight now. It was easier than he had expected. The bear rushed at Richard again, going on two of its feet, before lunging at him, making both of them trip and fall. Richard wasn't sure how he managed to keep the teeth and claws away from his face and neck, but he did with one hand, while the other rammed the knife in the bears neck subsequently. He did that over and over again, until there was no movement anymore, just a heavy fucking bear lying on top of him. Richard pulled the knife out of the bear and tried to take a breath. His hand just slumped on the ground, while the still warm blood dripped all over him.

      He gave himself just a minute before he tried to roll that bear off of him. This thing was heavy, but he doubted it was enough to bring his head. Besides, it would be a waste, but he also needed to hurry before any wolves - real ones - picked up the scent and tried to steal his prey, or ate him too if they were especially hungry. Once Richard managed to roll the body off, he stood up. He was full of blood already, head to toe, there was almost nothing white anymore. He took off the top layer and under it there was the same, but he didn't mind about that actually being way to soon. For now he layd the fabric on the ground to shove the bear back on it. He didn't want to ruin the fur by dragging the carcass over the ice just like that and he also felt like it would be easier to bring the bear back home if he could wrap some fabric around his arm, instead of trying to hold the bear by its claws. He tied him up a bit better so he'd stay on the cloth. He also picked up his knife to take it with him, but he left the broken bow here. Then he made his way back home.

      He was incredibly cold. The bears blood had been warm at first, but by now it froze stiff on his body and clothes. Additionally he painted a path of blood behind him, but he didn't care much about that and just dragged that monster to Silesse. he wondered if Nayantai was still patiently waiting, or if he lost his mind over the fact that Richard hadn't been home yet. It took him a good while to drag the bear all the way though, it probably weighted more than Richard himself. He wasn't sure how he did it, maybe it was the adrenaline, but he saw some lights in the distance that got closer and closer and eventually he dragged himself and the bear to the entrance of town, where he said he'd meet Nayantai. He still had to drag the bear to the elders and he wouldn't let himself helped with it, but he didn't need to go the way alone.