“Then lets stop thinking”, he demanded, as if that was going to magically help them rid each other of all thoughts. Neither of them were wrong, thinking about one too many things in their state was annoying, just painfully wrong and if he gave it another thought, wasn’t it somewhat useless too? In the end, they both tried to be someone they weren’t and they still were pushing ideals onto one another, despite all of this being nothing but a futile attempt at ... what exactly? “Yes, honest to me ... and yourself”, Yujin answered the blonde, gasping for air and feeling as if, for some reason, he’d not only lost the ability to think about anything worthwhile in particular, but also that he’d lost control over the situation that he, theoretically, was to be held responsible for. Richard had taken what he wanted, or was about to and Yujin felt as if he wasn’t doing quite enough to warrant that, as if he should be the one treating the blonde to a nice night, something to drown in, which wasn’t drugs or booze - and yet he failed that, almost immediately when he relinquished the upper hand to him, not even complaining all that much about having lost it in the first place. “Yes, a little bird told me - ... or well, he’s showing me”, the wolf elaborated and grinned at Richard - if anything, he was the bird, right?
“You don’t ... even ... want me ... to ...” Yujin was convinced that Richard didn’t want him to shut up and he probably wasn’t even wrong - why would he be? Both of them would be left alone with their thoughts and their own stupidity if one of them shut up and did something out of the ordinary - there was no way in hell that he’d actually want that, if he was incredibly honest. What did the prince want? Richard, nothing more. However, that proved to be difficult once he removed himself, seemingly stopping in his tracks - Yujin was disappointed for a second, but only one, before he actually heard his pants being torn off and had to hide a chuckle. His ... what even was Richard to him? A friend, or rather a stranger, a fling or more than that? It didn’t matter right now, not when his eyes could follow Richards every move, look at him as he rid himself of his own clothes and then, Yujin wondered - no, he actually thought for a second - before taking in the sight before him. “Come here”, he spoke, but it wasn’t a command, it was softer than that, more of an invitation than anything - he also took his underwear off, just because that was easier, right? They’d not have any annoying fabric between them like this - and Richard could come closer, put his hands back onto him and continue from where he’d left off. “The fabric ... it’s still in the way”, he grumbled soon after his eyes spotted what remained on Richards body. “What are you afraid of? It’s only the two of us here.”
“You don’t ... even ... want me ... to ...” Yujin was convinced that Richard didn’t want him to shut up and he probably wasn’t even wrong - why would he be? Both of them would be left alone with their thoughts and their own stupidity if one of them shut up and did something out of the ordinary - there was no way in hell that he’d actually want that, if he was incredibly honest. What did the prince want? Richard, nothing more. However, that proved to be difficult once he removed himself, seemingly stopping in his tracks - Yujin was disappointed for a second, but only one, before he actually heard his pants being torn off and had to hide a chuckle. His ... what even was Richard to him? A friend, or rather a stranger, a fling or more than that? It didn’t matter right now, not when his eyes could follow Richards every move, look at him as he rid himself of his own clothes and then, Yujin wondered - no, he actually thought for a second - before taking in the sight before him. “Come here”, he spoke, but it wasn’t a command, it was softer than that, more of an invitation than anything - he also took his underwear off, just because that was easier, right? They’d not have any annoying fabric between them like this - and Richard could come closer, put his hands back onto him and continue from where he’d left off. “The fabric ... it’s still in the way”, he grumbled soon after his eyes spotted what remained on Richards body. “What are you afraid of? It’s only the two of us here.”
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.