bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

First, Richard was hot. Second, he was teasing. And third, Yujin was an idiot that wanted nothing more than all of the things he denied himself like the idiot he was, as well as to let himself have the fun that both of them wanted to have - it felt hardly fair that he wasn't able to touch himself, yet, he was trying his best to keep up, to not disappoint either himself or Richard - something he still couldn't quite figure out - and thirdly, he hoped for too many things at once, for Richard to give in, for that fading blush on his face to grow more intense, or simply for the opportunity to haunt his thoughts for just a night, but all of this was silly. Besides, who was he to deny himself some fun and what would all of this be, if not self-imposed and quite selfish, too? "Just one ...", he breathed aloud, anticipating all of it with what felt like his whole body. There wasn't much he could do like that, tied up like a neat little package, and there wasn't much he was supposed to do in the first place. Finding solace in Richards embrace would be nice, but for one reason or the other, he felt as if his skin would burn and this entire situation would dissolve if he'd be touched a tad bit too much.

"Yes ... please ...", he uttered, thinking about having officially lost his mind - but not only that, he'd also realized that no matter what it was that he was doing, he wasn't doing himself or Richard any favors with it. As soon as he felt some sort of touch, he sucked in air, sharp at that, and had to do everything in his willpower to not fall forward and smack his lips against that of Richard, though, he'd probably give them both more of concussion along the way. "No ...", Yujin whined. This wasn't it at all, his skin still felt like burning and whatever had riled him up so far - that gorgeous display of Richards body - was going to haunt him in his dreams and make him painfully hard, just like he was currently. Fuck, Richard was so damn hot and he wanted nothing more than those damn hands on him, or Richards body under him - otherwise, that damn feeling would never subside and seeking satisfaction was, at best, one of many cheap tricks. "Yes, but it isn't enough ..." He whined even more this time, especially as Richard his legs and the wolf lost all friction he might have had before. "Noooo ... please ..." Fuck, was he really going to cry over this? No, not like that. "I ... I ... I surrender." Fuck.

This had taken way too long and he felt as if he'd endured way too much. But not only that, he'd also realized that, for whatever it was worth, he hadn't proved Richard wrong - just himself. Yujin knew he couldn't and wouldn't endure, he knew that something was always up and he was fairly aware that the best way to describe this entire situation was, that he was very much lusting after all that Richard was and hardly knew a way to get around that. It felt absolutely ecstatic when his own lips were met with another pair, when Richard gave him a kiss that he'd not received earlier and Yujin leaned into it. However, that also came to bite him in the ass - he wanted more than just what, he was a whiny, horny mess with a penchant for violence, at least at this very moment, and he wasn't going to let that change what he had in mind earlier, but Richard had muffled whatever noise he wanted to make just a second ago, now he was pulling the strings again and Yujin felt godawful for being such a needy person. As he let that fact sink in, though, his hair was already standing on end - simply from being touched, from being kissed all over.

Fuck, this felt divine and if it'd always be like that, whenever he stopped restraining himself, stopped playing silly games to win stupid prizes, he was going to want to do this some other time. "Richard ...", he forced out from between his lips, not moaning, but not whining either - it was a weird mix of both, something that probably was a good sign of the fact that the wolf was going to tip over the edge eventually, that he was done being gentle and being played with, but just this once - Yujin wanted nothing more than Richard, not something else. Fucking hell. "This feels so good ...", he'd mumbled once the kisses stopped, as he was back to whining about it again - but then, the last knot in his way too long hair came undone. He tested his grip for a second, looked at those brown marbles that stared at him, almost expecting some sort of retaliation for all that Richard had done to him under the guise of Yujins wants and needs, and the wolf did do that - he almost leaped forward, forcing a kiss onto the blondes lips, long and messy, pressing him back onto the fur beneath them, only letting go for a second, then committing to another. "You're driving me ... insane.", he simply expressed, but he didn't care too much about any of that by now. Yujin wasn't going to ask, wasn't going to stop now - and it was painfully obvious that he wanted nothing more than to give Richard a taste of his own medicine, though, he didn't want to be like that and leave the blonde high and dry, no. Yujin pushed into him instead, and frankly should've not wasted all the oil beforehand, but did it matter much? "Fuck ...", he groaned, adjusting for a bit, before starting to move - he didn't do it gently either. "You feel ... great. I should've ... done this earlier."

He was panting like a fucking dog at this point and he wanted nothing more than to take this moment in, nothing more than to finally free himself and actually reward himself, but Richard as well, with something utterly ridiculous, and Yujin knew that even after that, he wouldn't stop - for fucks sake, he couldn't stop either, it just felt too good after being visually teased for what felt like an eternity, yet was nothing more than just a quick session of watching Richard thinking about him and grumbling at him for being a horndog that couldn't shut his mouth. To be fair, he was always trying his best, putting in as much effort as he could and he had endured quite a bit of visual torture, but right about now, he was done with enduring and wanted to feel - it didn't matter how, why, or what, as long as he got to fuck Richard - something they both anticipated, as it seemed, as the blonde merely wrapped his arms around him and let him do whatever he desired. "Fuck ...", he breathed out. He was exasperated, that was for sure, but even worse than that, he was trying his utmost to understand the simplest of things - to figure out what it was that he needed to do from here on out to continue feeling this high and mighty.

He was leaning down again, offering Richard one kiss after the other, forcing them onto him as best as he could, making them about as messy as they should be - if it took him the entire night to get all of this out of his system, so be it, a leg that sporadically was hurting didn't stop him, not when his own hands grabbed Richards hips and pulled him down harder, in succession with his movements, all the while he was groaning himself, enjoying the tight grip that had been placed on him as well. "If I had known ... this would've felt so good ... I'd have done it earlier.", he mumbled under his breath, sounding about as out of breath as one could. For the lack of touching earlier, Yujin was all over Richard and he liked all that he felt, all those writhing movements, or the fact that he gave neither of them a break by forcing Richards hips down when he was supposed to move away. Goddamnit. "The next ... time, I'll tease you." To hell and back, that was for sure - something that felt good for both of them could hardly be punishment for either of them and it showed - if it wasn't through their actions by now, it was through the forceful kisses and through all the noises either of them made - but Richards moans were still what drove Yujin insane, even more so than before.

Richard was too damn hot, Yujin knew that, he was fairly aware of that and he had fallen for him too long ago to even deny himself that, to deny himself each and every ounce of love he'd left in his body. To him, Richard was more than important - he wanted nothing more to keep him close for as long as he possibly could, not forsake him; he also knew that time wouldn't fix everything, much like he couldn't fix everything all the time, but he could at least try to adhere to his wishes, to make all the pain more bearable - even if he was the one inflicting all of that right now, or maybe not. Yujin was uncertain, he was merely chasing after pleasure for both of them, hardly understanding why it felt so good or why he'd become so riled up, but it was still there, clear, in the back of his mind, simply overtaken by lust and an urge to be even closer to someone that he despicably and utterly adored, loved, and cherished. There was nothing he could do, even if Richard protested, didn't love him back or even like him the tiniest bit - there was hardly anything he could do, Yujin knew and understood that, but ... that was it. Tonight, he didn't feel like overstepping boundaries, like caring too much about all the logistics and the baggage that love carried around, but they weren't important either.

Pleasure was, what both of them were seeking and during a night like this, when all of his thoughts had been abundantly clear, only to become muddled in the process of chasing after what he sought most, he could only recall the instances from before, or the fact that they'd screwed around plenty. This, however, was different - so much more so, that Yujin wasn't sure if he wanted this to happen again, just like that, or if he'd want to pursue actual love instead, together with that tensing, moaning mess beneath him - and he wasn't any better. Any time he came, heard his names slip from Richards lips, he thought he was losing it, thought that there was nothing more to it than what got into his own head; Yujin loved Richard and hated himself for not confessing for real, without playing it off, but this wasn't the right time, and besides, he had all he ever wanted beneath him, writhing, gasping for air beneath kisses and loving him back, even if his attempts at holding Yujin close grew weaker with every time they reached their peak. The wolf had lost count of how many times they did it, but he very well didn't care about cleaning up this entire mess to its fullest, only hastily grabbing a towel in the blissful haze of afterglow, wiping both him and Richard off, before laying down next to him. It wasn't light outside yet, and Richard had passed out eventually, but Yujin - who wasn't himself anymore, either, wanted nothing more to rest his eyes and his body, wrapping the blonde in his embrace and digging out some of the fur they hadn't dirtied to throw it over them. However long he slept, he didn't know, but when he came to, the sun was shining in his face - his eyes were tired, though fixated on Richard who still seemed to be sound asleep - the prince smiled, though, as soon as he moved ever so slightly, he felt like he'd ran for hours on end yesterday. Swallowing a noise of discomfort, he softly stroked through strands of blonde hair instead - had Richard ever slept this peacefully?

Yujin wasn't out to rouse Richard form his sleep, not a well-deserved one, one in which he didn't toss and turn the entire night - he liked it like this, as much as the blonde probably did, but neither of them were or would be without flaws, that much was for certain. The only pet peeve, whatever or not it was one that he'd acquired before or only after getting to know Richard, he had with this was, that they had to get out of bed rather sooner than later - his father would eventually lose his mind, and as much as he'd like to assume that it was fine to spend another day with Richard, he was pushing the boundaries that he'd never agreed to and yet accepted - those of his father and those of Richard as well, probably. In the most likely scenario, someone would come by today and pull him out of here by his hair, even though he couldn't know that for certain - he could try and assume things, but that was very much were it all ended. What he didn't except, however, was a good morning kiss - it seemed out of the ordinary, but it made Yujin smile - he was still tired enough to turn over and sleep again, but he was so close to Richard who, by now, held him in his embrace, that he couldn't not comply.

"Mhm.", he mumbled, not kissing the blonde back this time, but putting his arms around him and holding him close - in comparison to Richard, his forehead felt almost warm, or maybe the blondes was cold? Whatever the reason, Yujin just wanted to lay there, enjoy the sunbeams that stalked in from outside and the warmth they brought, as well as the embrace his shared with someone that he - theoretically - didn't want to let go off. He wanted nothing more than for this to last forever, to go on and be an endless dream, but none of this would work for either of them, he already was painfully aware of that. If anything, he was cuddling up to Richard, keeping his mouth shut and laying there for god knew how long, though, he didn't want to overdo it. He softly stroked over Richards back, as if the rouse him once more, to tell him that it was time to get up eventually - and if that didn't do it, there was the knock at their door, presumably that of Richards dad, but no voice followed and the footsteps trailed off again, away from them. "Mh ... Richard, it's time to get up.", he mumbled, matter-of-factly, all the while he stroked through his hair. Yujin, for one, was spend, and he wouldn't mind making today nothing more than a lazy day - he could use one, just like Richard, even if they had had plenty before yesterday. "We both need a wash." Yujin had done his earnest, wiping both of them off in their love-drunk haze, but ... they were still pretty sticky.

Snuggling with Richard felt incredible, to say the least - it was relaxing, very much so, and Yujin knew that, if anything, he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day, dreaming about whatever lavish ceremony avaited him back at the castle, hammering home that summer had come to pass and with it, all the nice things, while winter was to overtake a country that had not many sunny days, or days at all for that matter. Frost what ephemeral and eternal, as well as all the snow that seemingly never thawed. Yujin ought to have a heart of ice out here, but even if he once did, it had long since turned into a puddle of mushy liquid, beating eagerly at this moment, to catch another kiss from the man he'd fallen for, that he never wanted to leave behind again. Though, nothing of that transpired, in fact, he'd have to let go, as much as he wanted to hold on, he wasn't going to be able to - the flow of things never went his way, never had, never would, and that paper house he'd built in his head was going to come crashing down on him, the moment he realized what yesterday had all been about. And still, the thought didn't cross his mind in the slightest, instead, he was just willing to cast all that he was aside, if it meant that Richard would never leave - or at least share the rest of his life with him, wherever that would be.

"You?", he asked, but then had something else thrown at him instead. It was weird, to say the very least, though, nothing out of the ordinary for either of them to not finish their sentences properly - moreso for himself than for Richard. "Mh ... come back and cuddle.", he whined instead as he lost a source of heat, something he shouldn't be accustomed to in the first place, but Richard had already moved. A bath sounded great, but he'd much rather trail after the blonde, cling to him like a toddler would and just awkwardly copy his moves while hugging him so that they could move in unision, as one. Yujin didn't do that, however, he stayed in bed as he was told, grabbing one of the pillows to pull it over his face. Why was he still so tired anyway? He could try moving, right? All he heard was the click of the door as it opened before and then closed behind Richard.

Nayantai, however, had sat back down at the kitchen table, prepared some tea and pretty simple breakfast - the last they'd probably share in this hut - and had made sure to prepare a bath beforehand. What he didn't expect, however, was for Richard to come out of his room, looking more disheveled than ever. He'd packed up what they needed and moved all of that outside, to the horses he'd generously borrowed from Shuren yesterday. "Good morning.", he still spoke, looking up - to be fair, it always had looked kind of barren in here, but it did even more so, with most of their belongings packed up and the only thing that remained was, whatever they didn't need - like Richards plants, that he'd watered before that. "If you need a bath, I prepared one for you ... we should pack up your clothes after that, and then leave.", he whispered in Richards general direction, before shooting him another glance. For some reason, he'd hoped they'd be on their own, but he knew better than that, and besides, he'd caught a glance at the clothing on the floor when Richard opened the door to his room, which - judging by the colors alone - probably wasn't his. "Unless ... Yujin's still with you, right?", he then questioned, gesturing at the door itself. "Do you want to ...?" Stay? Nayantai doubted that his son did, but for all he knew, Richard could be questioning himself, or the decisions he made - he was young after all, and obviously as well as painfully in love, even his old man could tell that from afar, without needing to see a plethora of dark spots on his sons throat. "I also made tea, if you'd like some. And breakfast."

Nayantai already knew that Richards answer was final, that nothing would change for him, but in the end, he at least tried to get his son to revise his decision, as if something about last night, or rather last week, could change anything. It was stupid to assume it did, but nonetheless, he wouldn't know unless he asked, even if he had to do so in quite the hushed way. "Did you sleep well?", Nayantai threw into the mix. Richard did look more rested than on any other day, but that didn't mean that Yujin was some sort of saint that could just take all of his worries away and heal him from whatever pain he might be in - no. Nothing like that occured, it never had, never would and the worst about it all was, that no matter what he'd say, it probably didn't come out the way it should. Nayantai never had been a man of many words, unless it was to annoy Rain, but while he particularly adored his children as well, everyone else was hardly ever going to see how jovial he could be - and right now, he struggled with finding the right words for Richard, too, which felt unprecedented at best. "No need to thank me. But you do that, I'll pack up the rest while you're out with him.", he mumbled, taking a whisk of tea, only to watch Richard disappear back into the depths of his own room with a plate of food.

Yujin didn't want to move, or leave, for that matter, but as soon as the door creaked open, he felt more awake than before, though, he still was very much tired, just to feel a hand carressing his cheek. He looked up, at Richards eyes, and smiled. Now, what would he give to have all of this a little while longer? He could stay here, maybe make himself useful, but that was very much it - and his father wouldn't let him live here either, even if Richard were to eventually agree. At best, Yujin felt kind of sorry for himself, even more so for Richard, whom he'd just shackle to him in the process. "I ... alright. Thank you.", he answered, finally sitting up, once again unable to steal a kiss from Richard, though, he did as he was told and ate up - he was kind of hungry, he hadn't had anything since before they left for the fireworks yesterday and the food was, while somewhat bland to him, pretty good. Yujin did finish the plate, before putting some clothes on - his entire body felt somewhat sore, but his leg in particular. Fuck, did Richard feel the same? Probably not. After exchanging an awkward glance with Richards dad, and a short good morning, he went for a wash himself, having to wear yesterdays clothing instead once he was done, but it was better than nothing. Once all that was done, his body throughly scrubbed and the sash tied, his presents collected and stuffed into his robes accordingly - or, as for the scarf, worn - this was it. "I'm ready to go. Thank you for having me.", he chuckled. "Would you like to see me off?", he offered Richard, almost teasingly, as he sat there, eating what seemed to be the last bits of his own breakfast.

Yujin didn't know what to do or what to say. Sometimes, he felt as if Richards dad was in high spirits and easy to talk to, but other times, all of this just felt so very awkward, he wasn't even sure if making an attempt on any of this was the right way to go. It didn't matter, however, not when Richard was the one that shoved him out of the door and he could only awkwardly wave at the old man, who returned the gesture - it hadn't been that awkward when he'd waited for Richard to return home from his little excursion and subsequent bear slaughtering, but the air in the hut had suddenly felt oddly dense. Richard was different, too - but he wasn't sure why. There was no softness to this, just the fact that they walked on and on, and while Yujin thought about taking the short way, he sighed and grabbed Richards hand, pulling him the other way, that would lead them away from all the crowds, to the back entrance of the icy castle that he had called his home. There was no need to ask what was wrong, he'd probably not even get a good answer, but Yujin was sure that something was up and that Richard was, once more, feigning ignorance in an attempt to not worry him and his little pea brain. When would he stop with that?

There wasn't much to say or do, they wandered through the snow and the sun would set eventually after they parted - living here, in a place where everything was the same, brought but one advantage with it: telling the time in a sea of ice and snow, of freezing water and dead plants. That, and probably the gift of enduring inhuman temperatures far beyond what a normal person could achieve. "You know, I thought about how, maybe you'd actually like a hut at that green spot?", he suddenly suggested, out of the blue. "Even if the days are short, dark and cold, you'd still have blossoming plants and grass, and probably much more life than everything out here, in the frigid floes of Silesse.", Yujin went on and looked up at the sky for a second. It was blue, and today was a sunny day by all accounts, though, that only meant that the night would be even colder than yesterday, unless a thick blanket of clouds was conjured up and brought fresh snowfall with it. Neither of those options were particularly new, or interesting, though. "I can't build one, not like this, but maybe we can figure it out - and we'd have our own, remote space from anywhere else.", he daydreamed on, still holding Richards hand and hoping to lift his spirits while they trudged through the snow. Somehow, Yujin wanted to go back and see Richards reaction to the gift he'd given him, but ... no, that wouldn't be a favorable outcome for sure. "Why not give it a thought?"

Something was definitely off, despite the morning they'd shared together - they both knew that happiness wasn't meant to last forever, not with someone that hardly could sleep an entire night without getting startled by the things that seemed so very real in his disturbed mind, but Richard was holding his hand especially hard right now, squeezing it tighter and tighter, to the point where he wondered if Richard was scared of something, whatever it was Shuren or not, chewing him out for keeping Yujin away for so long, but no. This wasn't the kind of behavior that he expected of him, not in the presence of his old man or because he thought he'd face repercussions. Something was wrong today, but Yujin couldn't quite tell what it was. There was no way of knowing, he'd prefer to not ask right now, but whatever happened would happen, sooner than later - and for all it was worth, they could talk about it whenever Richard felt up to the task. "Huh? Did that surprise you so much?", he wound up chuckling, wondering whatever or not Richard was just out of it and there was nothing wrong with him in particular. That'd actually be a fun thought, something that distracted from the gloominess of life in itself.

"Yes, I hope you'll like it. Maybe you can try growing some plants there as well, but I think it might still be a tad bit too cold. Maybe? It's way warmer over there than it is here, though." It was an odd spot, surrounded by too much hot water, where snow and ice couldn't persist - where actually, real earth graced Silesse and Yujin had only found it by chance, wandering around and looking for one or more challenges while he was at it. That had probably been ages ago. "A tent? Hm, for one night, but what if you like it? It'd be nice if we had somewhere to stay that could endure wind and weather, especially if we're out there for some time, you know?", he mused on, but that was very much all that he could come up with in regards to that. A tent was fine, too, at least to him - Yujin liked it, small and cozy, and if they were to built a hut on their own, maybe it'd follow the same vein, nothing too over the top, nothing that they both wouldn't like, just lots of opportunities to forget the worries of the passing days and cuddle with one another. "It is, you'll love it, I'm sure!" And if not, he'd take back all he said today, in an attempt to make things as right as they could be. Yujin wouldn't be able to fix Richard, or the reactions he gave him today, but he only could squeeze his hand back in retaliation, hoping that it would be enough for either of them; that this parting was but a temporary one in hindsight. Before he could waffle on and on about it all, however, they had already arrived at the castle before long and it didn't matter much whatever else would be happening from here on out. "Miss ... me? Richard, you can come break me out tomorrow if you want.", he mumbled and returned the hug, holding the half-wolf close and rubbing his back. This was odd, the hug was tight, too, and those words didn't make much sense. "It's going to be fine. Oh, and besides ..." Yujin eventually let go, just about when Richard did, and then looked around, before he stole a kiss from the blonde. "And now, off you go! I'm not going anywhere, so come pick me up whenever!", he giggled, letting the blonde move, though, once he'd walked away, just a bit, Yujin suddenly felt compelled to yell after him - this was a safe distance to get disappointed from. "One last thing - I love you!", he declared at the top of his lungs, followed by more giggles. "I'll see you soon!"