bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

    • “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.”
      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.

    • Being honest wasn't that simple and it needed thinking which they agreed to not to do. Richard didn't even know himself who he was. The stubborn, foul mouthed youth that wanted no one around himself and that pushed everybody away, or the guy that he was now, desperate for someone to drag him to have fun, for someone to take his mind off of things for one night and didn't care about his past. Yujin didn't even have anything to do with the guy Richard was before all of this and that was a good thing. He was just here trying to have fun as well, not out to get something from him, just here to have a piece of Richard of all people, for whatever weird reason. Yujin was weird, so it did fit, right? Richard was glad he dragged him to that den and made him drink and smoke, even if he had been very bad at it. He was glad that his head was clouded now, his view unfocused and that the world consisted of nothing much more other than Yujin. "Even if I tell you to... fuck off tomorrow and that... this had been a mistake... just don't listen to me.", Richard said, Yujin wanted to hear something honest an real, right? That was as honest as Richard could get right now. "I've... enjoyed myself thus far.", he admitted between a lot of panting. Yujins touches were probably the reason that his brain turned into even more mush at let him say things like that. He looked into Yujins grinning face and couldn't say any more, Yujin was right, Richard wanted to get laid, he wasn't sure if necessarily by him, but he was the one who took him home, so Yujin was the lucky one.

      It was true, he didn't want him to stop talking if it meant he could hear him grasp for air and having trouble forming words. But for now he needed to stop for a moment to get both of them naked, because he had been asked to and because he wanted to feel Yujins skin on his own. He managed it without falling face flat on the floor and when Yujin asked him to get back into bed to him, he actually did and let himself fall next to him. His hand found its way onto Yujins cheek, to turn his face towards the blonde. A kiss followed, involving tongues and teeth and it was as sloppy as a kiss of two drunks would probably always be, but Richard stopped after what felt like a few minutes. "I'm not afraid.", he disagreed. Sure the fabric around his neck was annoying somehow, it restricted his movement a little bit and if he took too deep of a breath it stopped him from doing exactly that just a little bit, but it was all worth it, or not? "I told you it would stay on.", he explained and he did some time ago. It probably didn't matter if Yujin saw what was underneath and all in all it was pretty damn dark anyway, but something in the back of Richards head still stopped him and told him stupid unrealistic things like Yujin would just run out if he showed him. He knew that that was a stupid thought but he couldn't help it. Anyway, he intended not to think about it and take Yujins mind off of it too and thus his hand followed an invisible path from Yujins cheek to his hip, where he pulled him to turn on his side as well. Right as he did that he pulled himself closer and shoved his leg back between Yujins, then he kissed him some more.

    • Now that he had confessed to wanting to stop thinking about all those things, he found himself wondering if that had been the right decision, if Richard had only agree to shut him up and out somewhat, or if all of this was just a big mess to begin with. Truly, the thing was, that Yujin wouldn’t mind putting his mouth to good use, but in this case, huffing and puffing air out, grasping for it seemingly and hoping that something, anything really, would be happening, was not too farfetched. “So you’re going to go back ... to being yourself”, the wolf mumbled - this had something he’d expected, for more than one reason. Besides, Richard wasn’t somebody that seemed like he’d always be friendly and jovial, he didn’t seem like he liked to be his true self, either and Yujin barely understood and in retaliation, only gifted the man a faint smile. “I’m glad you did ... same goes for me.” Spending his evening could have been way less eventful and then again, he had to drag Richard somewhere where neither of them wanted to be at first, didn’t he? Now, however, they both shared a bed and more than just one kiss - despite all those efforts to shut one another out, to have them leave and be somewhere where they needn’t be, right?

      Both of them were messy, exasperated even and the truth was that neither of them would find that this was going to fill the void within, or was it? Maybe Yujin was wrong, maybe he assumed too much and only now realized that, in all seriousness, Richard and him were nothing but something that shouldn’t be happening but even if that was the case, gods, he didn’t give a damn. “Kissing you ... feels nice”, he breathed out, but Yujin had made that clear a while ago, hadn’t he? Well, all the more reasons to reassure Richard, to keep the flow of words going and to steal back another sloppy kiss that, by all means, wasn’t going to bear many fruit, was it? “Isn’t it bothering you?”, Yujin inquired, looking at those brown marbles that barely were lit by the flickering candlelight that was reflected off of the icy surfaces in his room. Wasn’t Richard cold? Wouldn’t he get cold? Or was the heat of their bodies everything that he needed, now that they lay there? The wolf enjoyed those touches, the foreign feeling that they ignited within him and he, eventually, let his own freed hands wander, just a bit, just for a while, burying them in blonde hair and softly pulling on it, his lips willing to steal another kiss, but the blonde sealed the deal first and Yujin found himself gasping into their kiss, languidly so, when he found Richards knee pressing against his crotch - gods, this was good ... a bit too good. As if in retaliation, he pulled on Richards hair some more, pulled his head back and then tortured a patch of skin right above the fabric - if he couldn’t have what was beneath it, he might as well claim everything around it. “You’re ... a fucking ... tease”, he expressed, out of breath, once he took his lips off of foreign skin for a moment.
      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.

    • Well Richard would definitely go back to who he was before. The fact that he didn't deem himself worthy of having an actual life or something like this, a fling, a romantic encounter, whatever it was, that wouldn't just go away. Now whatever was telling him all of that wasn't here, wasn't telling him to stop and wasn't telling him to think of those who were dead, but as soon as this feeling was back, he'd push Yujin away again, or at least try to. He should have known better than to engage in something like this with Yujin of all people, he should have known better as to give him hope or at least admit that he was right and knew what Richard needed and maybe even wanted, if he remembered this than he'd just be even more annoying, wouldn't he be? But maybe Richard hoped he would, maybe he hoped someone was going to save him from his self made hell he lived in. "Mhm...", he just confirmed, starting to feel somewhat torn apart between what he wanted now and what he would want tomorrow, but in the end, none of this mattered right now, what mattered was that he was here with Yujin and able to look in those deep blue eyes. He didn't quite understand why Yujin hated them so much, but he refrained from complementing him in that regard and instead kissed him once more, though maybe a little bit softer as if he needed to apologize for something.

      "Not bored yet?", he answered to Yujins compliment with somewhat of a joke, a bad one probably but he didn't care. Kissing Yujin felt nice too, even though they both might have been too eager about it, as if they needed to make up for kisses they'd refuse as soon as their heads were functioning again, but Richard didn't mind. Actually he didn't need to hurry about this, kissing him for quite some while was fine, they didn't need to go further right away, there was enough time and the blonde wanted to indulge in those feeling for as long as he could. Yujin literally took away his breath, but he couldn't let the one thing go he wasn't comfortable with, could he now? "It does.", Richard answered with a short growl. "But it bothers me more if it's not there." That was about all there was to it but by now maybe he should know that Yujin always got what he wanted and if he wanted to see what was underneath there he would eventually. He rather enjoyed how close they were, keep on kissing Yujin and eventually move just a little bit. Every patch of skin that touched Yujins tingled and felt hot, from his chest to his stomach and legs, even his feet which eventually would get cold, searched for some contact. His hand went on Yujins back, to press the wolf against the blondes body and he softly moved his leg too. Richards head was pulled back after their kiss, only for Yujin to tease him some more about the neckerchief, kissing Richard just above the fabric and he growled shortly. "Says you...", he answered Yujin, but in the end was Richard really a tease? Maybe he just didn't know how to proceed forward from this point out, but also... this right now was nice as long as Yujin kept away from certain parts of his neck.

    • This only meant that he had to push more, that Richard wasn't exhausted just yet and if he was terribly honest, he wasn't either - the two of them were only trying to survive, whyever that was, but they were able to exist without one another up until now, so why was it that they found themselves drawn to one another now and why was it that they seemingly were yearning for more than just a simple touch? What did it matter, though - they both were only trying to find someone that understood them for more than five minutes, someone that would listen to them and feel the things they felt, there really wasn't more to it. Actually, the sole thought of having it end, of popping the bubble they isolated themselves in, wasn't it sad? Or was all of that just because they gave it too many thoughts, still? "Why would I be bored of you? We haven't even gotten to the best part", he reminded the blonde. What was the best part, anyway? The sex itself or an orgasm? Whatever that would be, this right here and right now felt dangerously close to the best thing he could be feeling - it felt nice enough to be something that he didn't want to stop, yet it was slow enough to pull him back into reality sometimes. Yujin wanted to get drunk, wanted to get high - but not on alcohol or drugs, rather, on Richard, however he'd do that.

      Other than that however, what was he supposed to do now that he shut out his thoughts and wondered if it'd be more enjoyable to just spend the remainder of the night like this, theoretically unsatisfied, or if they wanted to go further, skip all the unneccessary words and parts of being alive and get straight to being down and dirty. However, whatever they'd decide on in the end, they would have less and less time to sleep, wouldn't they? "So you're indecisive", the wolf concluded, partially for himself, partially for Richard too and then, once he'd done that, there was no more reason for him to hide that he had stopped thinking a while ago and that right about now, he felt as if every kiss that he received - every single one that he gave - was something special. Was this going to be how it was? Slowly but surely, they came closer, left no patch of skin untouched and in turn, it felt warm, almost as if he was aflame and had to pull away any minute now, to spare himself from being grilled alive, to free himself from the heavy burden of being himself or even something similar to that. "Me? The biggest tease you know, bird?", Yujin answered, but he wasn't done just yet, no. One of his hands remained in Richards hair, pulling on it to let the wolf keep doing what he did best - leave dark splotches on the sheeps neck, remarking that it was "a shame" that he wouldn't take the fabric off of his neck. "There can't be anything under there that'll turn me away, you know." Marking Richard as his or really, anyones, all the while he forced his other hand between the two of them, trying to get some revenge for that knee that kept pressing and moving against his own crotch by feeling Richard up once more - as slow as he could, simply because he didn't want to overdo it, nor did he want to give Richard all that he wanted. "What about the orders you wanted to give me?", Yujin suddenly asked - his brain wasn't full of holes just 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.

    • "Which is?", Richard asked and wondered where they were headed in the first place and what it would mean for the future. He also wondered since when Yujin set his mind to get Richard where he was now - in his arms. He seemed to have had a crush before he was drunk, right? And everytime Richard mentioned his girlfriend he got quiet or mad for some reason. Well now it didn't matter much to Richard, he was too drunk to care and already in the middle of it all, so there was no point stopping anymore. It was also not the time to think about the next day, about how he'd get out of here and home without anyone getting to the wrong conclusions, with his clothes reeking of smoke and Nayantai at home that had no clue where Richard had went. Tomorrow was probably going to be a pain, also because he'd have a huge headache, but again, that was not his problem, that was future Richards problem, who was pretty much not drunk and therefor no fun at all. How did Yujin even get along with the usual no-fun-Richard?

      "I'm not. Just honest.", Richard answered. Talking about his neckerchief made it feel more tight than it actually was and if anything all the rolling around in the pillows here and back in the den had probably loosened it instead of the opposite. Richard almost sighed a little, but instead he was tearing on his own hair that still were held by Yujin to get his head back down. He just wanted Yujin to forget about it and to achieve that, he was the one burying his fingers in dark hair now, to pull it back and bite Yujin in his neck not at all soft. Then he sucked on the spot while he pressed his leg against Yujins crutch harder than necessary. Well there he had it, he awaken the not-so-much-fun Richard, though he still very very very much liked so stay here in Yujins bed. "Don't call me bird...", he grumbled and bit Yujin on another spot as if to punish him, then he let go again, because of course Yujin didn't shut up and had already been way too close to what Richard wanted to hide. "I know. But you're about to open a whole---", Richard stopped mid sentence when he felt Yujins hand further down and let out a gasp. "... a whole... can of worms... if you keep..." Why was this feeling so good and painful at the same time, although Yujin barely did anything?! "... keep asking...", he finally finished his sentence and needed some air between his bites, all the while hiding his face at Yujins neck. If his hip and leg moved now it was Yujins own fault for teasing Richard like that, because his body moved on his own, trying to get more of that touch that Yujin was seemingly not willing to give just yet. "You're... killing me...", he mumbled with a shiver running down his spine. Was it really so long since Richard was touched, or was Yujin just that good although he did almost nothing? "Don't stop..." Was that an order? A plea? Whatever.

    • "Anything, really ... if we suck at sex, this might as well be the best part, but I hope not", Yujin laughed, knowing that he meant it some kind of way, but which one exactly, well, that was something he himself didn't even know to begin with. In actuality, teasing Richard was not only fun, it also sounded like something that he had to do and it, one way or the other, wouldn't work that well when the blonde wasn't drunk and going to hell just for thinking about him, right? Yujin had stopped thinking about all of that a while ago, he'd stopped questioning it, had wondered why he did and then had forfeited the same fucking thought because it didn't matter - not one bit. Whatever came for them would be something that had to happen, whether it be sooner or later, but the truth still was that it didn't even matter because in the end, not only was Richard the person that got to deal with all of it, that had someone like Yujin stick to him even after all of this transpired, no. "So both your mouth and your body are?", the wolf inquired, but he didn't actually mean it, in fact, he'd be rather happy if the blonde actually just ... accepted all of this at face value, even after they slept together, wouldn't he be?

      A grip in his hair ripped him out of his thoughts, the ones that he didn't even want to have and those blue eyes of his glued themselves onto Richard, as hard as they could - what on earth was happening? Yujin found out soon enough, wound up sucking in a sharp breath of air almost desperately and still, once the lips and teeth touched his skin, he felt almost mesmerized at how candid yet brutal someone could be with him - this was all he'd ever asked for, wasn't it? "What do ... you want to be ... called then?", Yujin forced out of his throat, unwilling to relinquish is brain to pleasure just yet, even though he already had done that ages ago. Surely, he'd find that nothing was making his body as ecstatic as being with Richard was and that he, by all means, was on a high, couldn't figure out where to put that one, lone hand of his and while he was trying to figure it out for himself and his surroundings, he refrained - he couldn't just tear that fabric off and expect Richard to not be- what? "A can of what?", he suddenly asked, just before he was met with revenge for his actions and suddenly, whatever Richard wanted to actually talk about worms in a can or whatever this was a weird adrestian saying, Yujin didn't care. He saw stars, nothing else and that free hand of his, instead of putting it around Richards neck, was holding his head close, as if he'd back away like before. He watched with a stupid smirk on his face as the blonde came undone, as if all of those harsh, rotten outer layers were coming off just by ripping on one of them and Yujin finally got what he wanted. "I think ... you're pent up", he concluded, almost as if Richard didn't fucking know that himself. "I can help, buuuut ..." And like the tease he was, he stopped any and all movement for a second, just to get the blonde to calm down. "Didn't you want to fuck me?", Yujin asked, before picking the pace back up again - if Richard came and made a mess of them both, so be it, they had plenty of time to clean.
      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.

    • Even Richard had to smile about that one, but his face was hidden away so it was alright. Richard honestly did believe that they both were good enough, simply because they didn't need to do much but be together to feel like they did now. This had less to do with technique and more with if they were a fit and though no-fun-Richard would have never admitted it, hes current drunk self was pretty sure that there was no wolf out here fitting him better than Yujin, for whatever weird reason. Actually they didn't have much in common, or did they? Still they bonded through the weirdest of things, like falling into the icy sea, bashing eachothers faces in and just being drunk and cold out together in the snow. All of that ended them up here and it felt right, finally after months something felt right for Richard and he didn't want this night to end ever, or at least not anytime soon. Richard closed his eyes and felt Yujin at so many different places, even his breath brushing over his skin made him feel good. If they'd be able to do something like that again? Probably not, because Richard was an idiot who didn't want any of this to begin with.

      Richard didn't like questions he couldn't answer but here he got one again, thinking about it, but he didn't come up with anything. "Not bird...", was his answer, dandelion wasn't any good either, especially since it was also longer than his actual name and both of those things were pretty lame, right? A bird and a flower were nothing he wanted to get identified with. Another bite followed, wherever he got his teeth on and it just hit him. He never had anything quite like this before, right? Sheep were... pretty tame and he'd never treated any girl that rough, not any sheep girl at least. Maybe Richard fit in here better than he had thought, because he didn't mind some blue and red marks on his skin, he didn't mind feeling teeth and going at this almost like in a rush, yet he also could be soft With Yujin if he wanted to. Weren't they just that when all of this started? It didn't matter and soon enough all thought were blown out of his brain again, because Yujin in fact was the biggest tease he knew. "Worms...", he answered, he knew words like twat but not what this saying meant, Yujin was an idiot and Richard couldn't even tell him, because a soft moan left his lips as soon as he opened his mouth. Yujin held him close and it was good, he felt good and warm and exactly right. "It means... you... ngh... don't know what you... you get yourself into... if you keep... asking about it...", he still explained, only to grit his teeth right after. "Shut up!", he demanded somewhat embarrassed. Now he tried to hide the fact that Yujin was somewhat right, but he had been the one panting first although he was the one with a girlfriend. What now? Did he upset Yujin? Why did he stop when Richard asked him not to? But actually that gave him time to brea--- He couldn't help a short yelp, but then actually moved back with his hip a little. "O-okay okay... stop then!", he said agitated and grabbed Yujins wrist to stop him from moving his hand. If he came now then that was that, although he probably could go for a second round, but still, they both had other plans than this right? "What if I... theoretically... wouldn't know how to... proceed from here...?", he then let out, well this was embarrassing too.

    • They both were out of it, had lost it some odd time ago and while Yujin would, personally, hate to admit that thise game they were playing wasn't exactly one of his design, he didn't even bother with longwinded and stupid explanations to begin with. Instead, he wondered if it meant anything to be someone to Richard, or if all was in vain because the wolf that seemingly offered himself up, that now claimed to be having fun with the blonde, was nothing more than a drugged mess that, by all means, could only be seen as someone that hadn't seen anything of this world yet, but found joy in the little things, like Richards laughter, like the hot air that hit his skin when Richard breathed out, or the fact that they were this close with so little effort. "Ice prince? But you hardly qualify as a cold person like this", Yujin suddenly expressed. Ice prince was nothing more than a name to tease Richard with, nothing more than that and it never would be, so it wasn't something that qualified for their honeymoon-esque prancing, or the fact that they both seemingly didn't know what they wanted from here on out, seemingly dumbfounded by the fact that whatever Richard had claimed to be able to do beforehand, he wasn't - luckily for him, sex at least took two people and Yujin knew what he wanted.

      Sure, he could have guessed as much when he'd heard what Richard had to say about it all, but that only meant he was putting his hope into false assumptions, into things that hadn't mattered to begin with. Still, he was the one biting back noises right about now, especially since the blonde enjoyed himself, enjoyed the fact that Yujin didn't mind him acting out on his carnal desires or even using him as a blank canvas for something - maybe to leave marks that would last for a while, maybe to prove to himself that he could do what he wanted without having to worry about it, but maybe, actually, because Yujin was a stupid idiot that loved teasing people for all it was worth. "I should stop thinking ... and just let you talk", the wolf concluded, chuckling when he heard that moan - he was doing the right thing, he wasn't too far off and that meant that he'd have even more fun if all of this went on. Seemingly, that wasn't too much of a problem, Yujin knew what he was doing but ... Richard was different, wasn't he? "No way ... in hell. But I think you'd ... love it if ... I put my mouth to good use." Initially, he'd only wanted to blow the blonde, but that was off the table, they could skip all of this foreplay and get to the real deal eventually - well, apparently not - Richard had no idea, had he now? "Sweet", the wolf said, his hand being stopped from moving, from delivering what he was asked to and now, he took that as an opportunity to turn to the side, to reach for something between the nightstand and his bedframe. This was just where they'd started at, almost - with less clothing and more hickeys. "Let's assume, theoretically, you don't know", Yujin said, finally catching his own breath, still seeming pretty out of it. "Then ... let's assume, also theoretically, the guy ... you're trying to fuck has fucked some other people before, right?" This was going to be the only way he wasn't going to completely embarrass Richard, now that he wrested his hand free - but this position was still awkward, especially when they both were so close to one another. "Now, lets also theoretically assume, said guy tries to be prepared when it comes to these situations", he elaborated further, before he finally procured what he'd been looking for, handing over a corked vial to Richard. "Well, said guy would recommend you use the oil in this vial", Yujin chuckled, but only because this was somewhat awkward for him as well. Dear gods, Richard wasn't a virgin, was he now? "And he'd also tell you that the position you're in with him isn't actually that good for fucking."
      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 enjoyed this here, he enjoyed being close to Yujin, feelings his warmth and smelling his hair that was as always spread almost everywhere, Richard could have probably used it as a blanket. Well good thing was he felt warm enough not to need one, being pressed against Yujin was enough to keep him warm, his hot head and general current state did the rest. He felt save, like himself and like only he mattered today, not Adrestia, not the throne or the rest of his family, only him, not crushed by all the weight that had been forced upon him some months ago, no actually his whole life. "Being prince... is shit... won't you agree?", he asked, declining that nickname for tonight too, though it kind of fit him, but also Yujin for that matter. Not that he was a cold person, but he lived in a fucking castle made out of ice, so ice prince was hitting the nail on the head. "Maybe... let me be just... some random wolf tonight... Arikin is fine. It's nothing more than... a nickname to me anyway...", he proposed. He was Richard Callum of Fhaergus, but his name hadn't given him much, in fact it only took and Richard was a pathetic lonely person that had lost everything, because he was weak, proven by that ugly scar on his neck. Arikin was... just some random wolf living in Silesse, nothing more than anyone else, so much less than Yujin as a prince here and that was fine. He was nobody here and that was a good thing.

      "That's not why you... brought me here is it?", Richard asked declining that offer, they were past that weren't they? Sure they could have had fun with their hands and mouth and whatnot, but that wasn't what they had planned and if anything Richard was curious. Also, if any guy was to sleep with him, it better was Yujin right here and now, so next time a wolf was hitting on Richard and Richard had a bad day - which he always had - he knew what to do, without so much awkwardness. Why was it okay to be awkward with Yujin though? Well at least Richard didn't think he'd laugh at him. Sweet however was not necessarily something he wanted to be called and his cheeks flared up. He really was at a loss here wasn't he and he watched Yujin stretch for something, that... he was so good to look at... damn it. Richard looked up, followed Yujins explanation, but he kind of still didn't know exactly what to do, or how, or who did what and where. Richard looked at his hand, not sure what he got there, then back to Yujin. He could have swallowed the last sentence though. "That much I know!", he grumbled and still was indecisive about what part he wanted to play in all of this. "I mean... what position would you... prefer then?", he asked carefully, still looking at the vial in his hand. "You know what? Less talking, more doing and I have an order for you.", he announced, grabbed Yujins hand and gave the vial back. He knew enough to know what went where and if anyone was to take his virginity in that regard it was going to be Yujin and it was going to be today, because anyone else wouldn't bother with being nice to Richard. Not that he planned on whoring around but... just in case. "I want you to fuck me."

    • What was one night like this to someone like him? Yujin wasn't sure and if he was honest, he wasn't even sure if it had been a good idea - from what he remembered, his stupid brain had told him that Richard looked good, that he was nice to cuddle and that they did, more often than not, but also that he'd have to protect him from something, maybe his nightmares, maybe himself, Yujin had no idea but it was getting apparent that whatever it may have been, he had forgotten about it completely. Now, he was here, in his bed, drunk and barely any wiser than usually, struggling with words, with thoughts and with his own existence, just because someone had to do something - because this world wasn't going to end itself anytime soon and because he'd made decisions that, as it seemed, only were important for tonight. "It is. Being a prince is horrible", the wolf blurted out and, as if it were in his nature, gave Richard an equally wolfish smile. They'd figured it out - having a title, a name, a recognizable face - all of it was hell and that meant that he, or Richard, also had to admit that nothing was fun, not like that, not when their lives were like that. "Arikin it is, then", he complied - no more Richard, huh?

      Yujins brain was unneccessarily scrambled, felt all over the place, but the name Arikin wasn't something that he'd not be able to dish out for tonight - that was the easiest thing, or maybe it was the hardest? Who knew. "If I wanted to blow you, I'd have done that by now", he reminded the blonde once more. Sure, sucking him off would have been an easy feat to, easier than this game of chicken, passing things around, seeing who was going to do what and now, it seemed as if Ric- er, Arikin was even more confused about what he was supposed to do with the vial he'd been handed. And he was blushing. Yujin of Silesse felt as if he'd hit some sort of jackpot, had won a stupid game, anything, really, just because he got to see the faint outlines of the foreign face flare up like that. "Do you now, Arikin?", Yujin teased, wanting to know what he knew, but judging by how he started to fidget, to move things around and suddenly talk like that, it only could mean that he didn't actually know anything. "So much for 'how hard can it be?'" Laughter escaped his lips, but he was the one that took the vial back, listened to the order he got and all in all, that sounded very enthralling. It was time to get back to work, then, wasn't it? "Your wish is my command, for tonight, that is", Yujin said and got up, removed his warmth from his fellow wolf, shoving him slightly to the side so he'd lay on his back. Then, the wolf moved - he wanted to see his ... what ... "What even are we?", he suddenly inquired, looking up at the blonde, all the while he moved down, pulled his legs apart and tore the cork out of the vial with his teeth. "Like, what is this?", there he was, thinking again, something he probably shouldn't do, but he poured some of the oil onto his hand, coated it in it and then, finally, grabbed one of Richards legs to put them over his shoulder, to kneel there, in front of him, so close from touching one another and all he did was take stay there, just for a moment, to marble at the sight before him. "Anyone ever told you that you look pretty good like that, all defenseless and willing?", the wolf blurted out and gods, this was incredibly awkward to him as well, so much in fact that some of the oil that coated his hand was actually dripping onto the bedsheets. Fuck this, no, fuck Arikin, actually - that was what he was supposed to do anyway. Without much warning or anything else, really, Yujin felt bold enough to shove one, then two fingers inside of his fellow wolf and move them, slightly leaning himself over the body that was sprawled in front of him to press kisses to exposed skin. Why would he do something if he could still tease this guy beforehand?
      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.

    • At least Yujin agreed and maybe that was why they stuck together, though in the end they weren't really alike, where they now? Sure there were things they had in common, like the fact that they were stuck here, but desperately wanted to leave, on the other hand Richard had been to place, to Adrestia and Thria alike, he'd seen the world, many people, many climates, all of that, while Yujin hadn't. What was worse? Knowing what he had to miss out on, or not knowing what was out there to begin with? Richard was't sure but in a strange way he felt closer to Yujin upon realizing that. That was probably not the only thing they shared, at least now that Richard was here he stuck out, but even in Adrestia he had. Be it either because everyone knew that the kings son was blonde with wolfish eyes and therefor looked out for him on the streets, or because everyone knew that the Fhaergus bloodline was filled with blue eyes but the kings odd half breed son didn't have those, as if it was prove of the heritage that no on in Adrestia really wanted for him. If Richard and Yujin had switched their eyes with one another everything would have worked out for them, right? But it was fine, because neither looked at the others with disgust or even discomfort yet they knew that deep down both of their egos took hits whenever someone pointed it out. "You need a nickname too...", Richard pointed out and for one moment reached for Yujins hand as if to reassure himself that they shared something tonight.

      "Charming...", Richard simply mumbled with the faintest of smiles, but this now was about him wasn't it? Yes he was a fool but everyone had to start somewhere, right? "I do... not so different from a girl, just some inches further back, right? I'm not an idiot...", he mumbled and Yujin could be glad that Richard was still drunk, otherwise, he'd probably yelled at him by now. Either way he wanted this and he didn't want to ruin it some way or the other, so he refrained from falling back into his usual behavior. "It's... just... stop being annoying you dick!", Richard gave back but almost chuckled himself, because his brain was mush and he was able to reflect as much. Then Yujin let go of him, sat up and Richard felt somehow cold. Richard let himself be moved on his back and inched a little bit upwards so they actually finally found a position in bed that was what it was supposed to be. Richard... or actually Arikin for tonight still felt cold and he wasn't quite sure what to prepare for next, in the end he didn't need to because he wasn't capable of thinking too much ahead anyway. He eyed Yujin with his hawklike eyes, watched every move somewhat excited and maybe a little bit nervous and then he got a question he couldn't really answer. "Does it matter?", the half wolf asked. "Friends with...?", he stopped as his legs were pulled apart, well this wasn't anything new and yet he shut up. "A... a good night... for a change...", the blonde answered and a distinct smell of the oil reached his nose, it actually smelled quite good, didn't it? Arikin almost yelled out when Yujin suddenly pulled on one leg to lift it up and place it on his shoulder, this was kind of embarrassing, couldn't he have simply turned Arikin around? He felt exposed and didn't know what to do with his arms and hands. He felt like covering his upper body but he also felt like this was just stupid and he didn't need to be shy, in fact he wasn't. But what else was he going to do with them? What did arms usually do? Fuck! "I'm not defensl-- Ah!", he wanted to answer but got stopped when his body felt electrified. He was twitching and a spark was traveling all the way into his fingers and toes. His fingers dug themselves in the mattress and his body tensed up. He wasn't able to stop the noise that was something between a moan and a scream, simply because he hadn't bean prepared, but it still felt somewhat good, but also weird... well he always wanted to know how that felt like, right? What did he want to say? He had absolutely no clue, instead all he could concentrate on was Yujins fingers that sent spark after spark through his body, a feeling very much new and different than anything he ever felt like. Then there were kisses too, another source of warmth that made his body tingle and his heart beat faster. What the hell did he want to... say...?

    • To see someone like that, to have them come undone and look absolutely pathetic - Yujin couldn't say that he disliked it, in fact, he yearned for more than just that, he wanted more, wanted to touch, feel and take it all in, but there was no need to rush, just like there was no need to think twice about all of the things that were wrong with him and the people around him. Given, being a prince and being able to get whatever one wanted had made him impatient years ago and now he found himself wondering why he'd enjoyed being played with for so long, why he hadn't just showed Arikin that he was a wolf through and through and that he'd take whatever he wanted, simply because he was the stronger one, the older one and also the one that had provided him with things and now wanted something in return? Damnit, that actually wasn't ... that wasn't what this all was about. "A nickname? Give me one, then", the wolf replied, growled almost. Yujin was not opposed to being called his name, but ... tonight neither of them wanted to be a prince, made of ice or robbed of his country, they wanted to be someone they weren't, they wanted to be equals in every sense of the word - and thus, that meant that the two of them had to cut all ties and strings to their former lives and just relinquish themselves in a foreign name. "Charming? What is?"

      Other people would kill for this view and yet, Yujin got it without much effort and took the sight in, bearing a smile on that stupid face of his and enjoying himself more than anything. This meant that he still had the upper hand and while Arikin had claimed he wasn't going to take orders, Yujin was going to make him take something else then - how hard could that be? "Nobody said you were ... and I'm not a dick, but, gods, you're going to make me laugh myself to death one day if you keep saying stuff like that", actually, whatever Arikin was saying there wasn't even that funny, but that expression he made was and the fact that it was only his fingers that were occupied right now, well, it gave him time to think and he had some air to spare. "Somehow, yes ... so we're friends? And with benefits at that?" That meant that the two of them had skipped several awkward stages of knowing one another, but to be fair, not only did Yujin not mind, he also felt as if closing the gap between the two of them was only going to lead to something better, to something more enjoyable and not wear him out - tomorrow, all of this would be different, they'd go back to being almost-strangers, but not right now. "You are, look at you", he teased, the grin on his face growing wider and the kisses on Arikins body turned into shortlived bites, all the while Yujin himself was holding back, needing every inch of his subconciousness - or what remained of it - to not just force himself into the blonde, too. For a while, he looked up, marbled at the mess he was making out of someone that usually was trying to be composed, brush everything off as if it were nothing - and he enjoyed it. Whatever noise escaped those plush lips, they were good, felt like he was doing something right, so eventually, he stopped watching, stopped teasing the blonde and as if he were tired of it, pulled out his fingers and wiped them off on his sheets. The remaining oil in the vial came in handy now, or would, sometime soon. "I think I forgot what you wanted, Arikin. Can you tell me one more time?", Yujin suddenly teased. The loss of friction was probably unbearable anyway, wasn't it?
      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.

    • Arikin found himself in a place even more detached from reality than the one he had been in after an excessive amount of alcohol and other substances. In fact there was almost nothing left in his mind, nothing other than Yujin who needed a nickname for the night. But it was hard to think, hard to come up with a name for him, something not stupid yet fitting. If Arikin was taking on a Thrian name, should he give Yujin an Adrestian one? But that made no sense, right? Because it was a wolf that sat before him and handled him like he did. No one ever had treated Arikin like that, but that was not surprising, he had explained to Yujin why that was, why he never had sex with a guy although there had been people attractive enough. Now he got what he wanted, something he'd never been able to do at his home, so maybe coming here in the end had at least one good thing about it. "An... Adrestian or... Thrian... one...?", he asked panting and it felt like whenever he wanted to say something, Yujin intentionally sent another spark through his body and let him twitch under his touch. Did his voice sound different? Trembling and somewhat higher? probably because every word he said mixed with some form of moan. "N...not... y-you...", Arikin wanted to give an witty answer but probably failed and eventually put a hand on the back of Yujins head when he leaned down again, but no, he had to peak up time and time again and look at Arikins red cheeks.

      "Twat then...", the blonde answered and bit back another moan right after. If Yujin didn't want dick to be his new nickname, well he had to got with twat, right? Though Arikin wasn't in a position to say whatever he wanted, he was the one vulnerable right now and unable to move away, not because Yujin held him in place, but rather because his body simply wouldn't allow it. "Mmmhm...", Arikin agreed, who said that this had to be the only occasion they did something like this? Arikin hadn't gotten all of what he bargained for by now and yet he wanted this to happen again. "We m-might... stay f-friends like... that...", he panted, trying to form coherent thoughts and words that actually made sense. "If you... do good... tonight...?" Even no-fun-Richard might want this again, if it meant he'd sleep well for a change? But Arikin couldn't know for sure he would and he wouldn't know what caused it if it happened. He did look like a mess didn't he? Well, it was fine, because this felt good and it also felt good being on the receiving end for now, but he just grew more red all over his face when he looked at Yujins grin. But what could he do to defend himself? Nothing much, especially not if it meant Yujin would stop what he was doing. Arikin wasn't quite sure where to look at, looked at the dancing light of the candle flames reflecting in the ice, but eventually looked at Yujin who stopped suddenly. The blonde didn't want him to stop, that much was apparent and Yujin did know it too, didn't he? The half-wolf bit his lip, his body almost hurt now that he was starving for Yujins touch, for anything he wanted to give him and h was almost as far as to just move himself, but instead his leg was still pulled up and he lay there with red cheeks and teary eyes. "I want you to fuck me...", he pleaded and maybe he thought it helped if he told Yujin that in Thrian. This was embarrassing though and yet h'd done anything if it meant Yujin complied.

    • Yujin had waited for this, to actually be able to play with Arikin like that and now that he got to it, he wondered why it had been relatively easy to get here in the first place. Was it because the blonde let him, because he wanted it too, or because they both were worn out and desperate, desperate for love, or some touches, or reassurance that didn't come from someone that hadn't yet figured it all out? Both of them were unbearable, but what was even worse was the fact that neither he or Arikin would be remembering much of this or admit to doing so, no - this was going to be a little secret that their drunk selves shared with one another and as long as that persisted, who was he to deny himself just that? "Both is fine", he answered. "Whatever is easier." As much as Yujin hated to admit it, he didn't want the blonde to come up with something that he wasn't familiar with, he didn't want to pull the two of them apart further and show themselves that it only took a little bit of effort to seperate people, no, he didn't want any of that. What Yujin really wanted was honesty, but he'd take shitty commentary any day, as long as it was genuine and not meant all that earnest to begin with. "If you say so", he chuckled, but he knew how it was meant - he was already making this poor guy swoon, wasn't he?

      "Shitty name to moan, in my opinion - try harder." Was there even a way to actually try harder? No, there couldn't really be and the truth was, neither of them really tried - they were flinging around words, trying to think too hard about things that didn't even need to be talked about and he sat there, wondering what it meant to either of them to be as they were, to spend the night together as it was. "Tell that your sober self and see if he agrees", Yujin dished out, but he still gave Arikin a smile, then stuck his tongue out at him - they both had much to learn, not only about themselves but also one another and if Yujin knew anything about himself by this point, it was that he had a throbbing boner and a vial with oil in his hand - and that someone was desperately begging to get fucked. "I'll try my best, Arikin." That, in turn, wasn't reassuring at all, but Yujin knew that it would suffice, especially in their drunken, decaying state - it was still enough to give him the impression of being himself, of feeling his own feelings and it very much was enough to answer the plea between all those moans. "So that's what you wanted ... actually, since you're a wolf from here on out, we should speak the only language you should know, how's that sound?", Yujin proposed, but he knew that he'd be shut down by the time Richard fought himself back to the surface, now that he'd been buried somewhere deep inside of himself. The actual wolf that sat out here, on the other hand, opened up the vial once more and slathered the remaining oil partially on himself and then the blonde - this was what he wanted, right? "Here goes nothing", he announced, seemingly as if he were to try something now that he threw the vial out of the bed, hearing it clatter somewhere and land on some fabric, but gods, did Yujin of Silesse not fucking care about anything from here on out. Gross satisfaction filled him as he finally, actually shoved something besides his fingers into the blonde - soon enough, they'd both be panting messes, but for now, he needed a moment. "You are fucking tight", the wolf expressed, stated a fact rather than complaining or complimenting something, but soon thereafter, he was the one that almost pulled out, then slammed back inside, holding onto his leg with one hand and grabbing one of Arikins hands with the other. They had held hands earlier and now, that he actually was hearing his own ragged breathing, he felt comforted by it - he wanted that, didn't he?
      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 probably more than the alcohol that led to this, the blonde half wolf was worn out, lonely and exhausted from all the thoughts and dreams that haunted him. He wanted it that way, wanted to not be seen, touched or even spoken to, because he punished himself for what happened in Adrestia, even though no one else blamed him for all of that. But when his self control fell and the thoughts of self doubt, hate and even disgust towards himself vanished, he was just searching for someone to connect with, someone to make him feel pretty much about anything good, something that made him forget what he had lost and that he hated himself for it. Yujin was the perfect match, because he didn't give up on him and maybe Arikin hoped that when he showed him that there was more than just a shitty attitude about him, he'd not give up on him and continued dragging him along, out of his own hell. Right now those thoughts were only subconscious, not part of Arikins reality, because Yujin already did a good job with making him forget about all other things and generally not think at all. If he thought of something else, of home, then he only thought about his good life there, without any regrets, just about experiences he made and not made. It was almost agitating that Yujin was able to speak normally and calm, without gasping for air or trembling. Arikin could try what he wanted, but his voice didn't have much strength to it. "I-I'm not good... with coming up with... names... especially n-not... now.", he admitted almost apologetic, why did he suddenly have the urge to please Yujin and give him whatever he wished for? Richard wouldn't like this, but Arikin? Well he wanted Yujin to stay by his side."I-is it... always so easy for you to... lay someone?", he suddenly asked admitting his own weakness, it didn't take much to get him here, did it now?

      "Then i-it... has to be as... simple as just... Yu...?", he proposed, he couldn't come up with an Adrestian name and he didn't know many Thrian names either. What was it that annoyed him? Lily of the lake or something? But that was fucking long, no he couldn't use that. Either way, it didn't matter, he never saw Yujin as the prince of Silesse, he didn't care about that at all, drunk or not drunk, because he had learned how little a title like that could mean and he also knew that sometimes it was annoying to be a prince. Sure, he'd more be a future Duke, or not even that because of his brother in Adrestian terms, but in the end it meant pretty much the same. "I... will...", Arikin sighed and eventually he got desperate to b touched again, why did Yujin take so long? "Fine...", he agreed to be speaking Thrian now, if that was what Yujin wanted and his logic made sense too. Arikin felt something rather cold on a spot he was very sensitive already and he bit his lips to make himself shut up. Then he heard something clatter on the floor, looked in the direction for a moment and then back to Yujin. Maybe he was somewhat nervous, but then again his current clouded mind didn't care about things like that. Still he yelped when he suddenly felt more than two fingers. His body twitched and sent contradicting signals to his brain. It somewhat hurt, just a little bit, but at the same time it felt good, still the short break was something Arikin welcomed too. He wasn't sure what he was to do with Yujins statement, but this usually was a good thing, right? Either way, he let out a moan when the wolf pulled out, his breathing got faster and his body was still trying to adjust to this new feeling. Another louder moan followed and his hands searched for something to hold onto, one of which eventually found Yujins hand and thankfully squeezed it. He actually didn't care about how loud he was or if someone could hear them, Yujin was everything that existed in this moment.

    • What was there to regret? Yujin enjoyed himself and Arikin did as well - they both weren't who the ought to be tonight and that was fine, their burdens weren't going to define them, but their words did and as painful as it sounded, sometimes they both needed to distance themselves from the things that they believed to be important, from all the stuff they thought was going to remind them of the forlorn past - often enough, it was just fine to sit back, relax and take it all in. "That's fine", Yujin replied, insinuating that there was no need to do that to begin with - in reality, he didn't even care and that, also, meant that he didn't mind being a nameless stranger for the night, as long as he wasn't himself, much like Arikin and the situation they both found themselves in. It had been a drag to figure out what Richard had wanted, or didn't want and why he hadn't just gotten up and left at some point, but Yujin didn't care - Arikin was out for one night, he wasn't going to magically stay there now that he'd been shown the world just once and as painful as it sounded, they had a lot of figuring out to do after this. Yujin decided, however, that that was a problem for his sober self, not tonight, not now when both of them got what he wanted and when they both seemingly were frustrated and pent up. "No", the wolf answered, leaning forward a bit to press a soft skin onto the hand that he held. "Alcohol helps , it gives ... confidence."

      Confidence in abilities that one didn't have to begin with - Yujin was a smooth talker, he was also good at forcing people into situations but that was about it and he knew as much. "Yu, huh? That'll ... be fine", he responded and while it wasn't much different from his actual name, it was shorter and ... Arikin wouldn't have to talk that much, right? Then again, he liked hearing his voice, Yu sure did, he liked hearing him moan like that and maybe that was why he upped the pace, didn't give the blonde much time to breathe - he wanted to ruin him, make him not forget what transpired tonight, as if all of this was being literally drowned out by the alcohol right now. What if it was a mistake? No, he ... there couldn't be any mistakes, he was thinking too much, not concentrating on the sight before him enough and therefore, he glued his eyes onto Arikin, his flushed body, the fact that he was a moaning, tremling mess and that he, himself - that Yu - was just relentlessly fucking that poor guy by now, having abandoned any sentiment of going slow, of having to drag this on and on and torturing them both. "You ... look good ... like this", he expressed, still smiling, still being the overconfident idiot he could be, but right about now, he was panting himself, maybe even struggling to keep a consistent rhythm, but he didn't care. "Arikin ...", Yu mumbled once more, as if to reassure him something, to tell him that he was just that and nobody else tonight ... or was it because his brain felt so fucking empty?
      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.

    • Arikins brain started to produce all kinds of uncoherent thoughts, while at the same time it felt just empty, or more like filled with only one person, Yujin, or Yu for today, for when they both were someone else. The wolf was just a guy, some stranger without a name or family, without a title to begin with and he imagined they weren't in a castle made of ice, or any castle really, not the one in Myriad either. He imagined they were all alone, somewhere out in the cold, with just a stupid tent to shelter them and it was all they ever knew. No servants, no bootlickers, just them and nobody in the whole world cared or even heard about them. It was nice to be handled softly like that, to have it start rather slow even if only for a little bit and to have Yujin kiss his hand. His sober self would have never allowed something like this, even if he had agreed to sleeping with the wolf, he couldn't afford to look weak, but he very much liked to e for this night. "Since when... did you... plan to...?", he wanted to know, wanted some form of reassurance, though he wouldn't be able to answer this question himself. He wanted this and he wanted it half an hour ago, but before that? He didn't even know...

      Arikin even mustered a smile, his face apparently was still capable to do just that and Yu was better off remembering it now, because maybe he'd never see it again. It was kind of sad that in a few hours, most of this would be forgotten or at least not talked about again and it was sad that Arikin himself would be the one deciding just that, instead of letting some form of happiness back into his life. One night was all he gave himself for now. Arikin moaned some more, his body got used to this more and more by the minute and it felt better and better, even though his body tensed up again as Yu upped the pace seemingly with no mercy at all. That was fine, he should continue ruining him, making him forget every little bit of who he was. Arikin didn't let go of Yus hand, it was his anchor in all of this. Warmth was pooling into his stomach, spreading from there and even though he currently was surrounded by ice he felt hot, almost sweating. Yus words almost didn't reach the half-wolf, he didn't even care how he looked right now, but his body tensed up time and time again and moved on his own to get even more of what Yu was willing to give him. Hawk-like eyes fell upon Yus grinning face, noticing that even he lost his cool composure right now, which was nice to look at as well. Hearing his name like that made him shiver for some reason and eventually he gathered some strength to use his remaining free arm to stem his upper body up. "I want you to... kiss me...", he let out wheezing, his eyes fell upon Yus blue marbles and stuck there.

    • A mess, they weren't more, were they now? They both spend their time together, like this, not wondering or questioning anything, no - instead, they went for what they craved, for a life without pain, a life that wasn't theirs to begin with and the payout was ... what exactly? They had no answer for that now, much like they wouldn't have one once they found back to their old selves, but well, hell - Yu didn't care and Arikin wasn't going to care either, not like this, not right now - this was a problem from Richard and Yujin to solve, both of them weren't here right now and he prefered it that way, if he was terribly honest. "Get you ... drunk?", the wolf asked, snickering about it. Had he even had plans like that? If he thought about it, no, he really didn't, he hadn't given it a single damn thought, he hadn't even considered that it might be something that would be derailing him from the usual routine of things. "Or ... fuck you?" Neither of those things were somethig he'd be able to answer, neither of these things did matter and truth be told, he'd prefer it to stay that way, enjoy it if it was like it had always been, no strings attached, but this was something different, something more sinister, wasn't it? "Sex? Not an hour ... ago", he said, almost breathless, still trying to make his body comply with the pace his mind picked and still trying to see the things his drunken mind didn't want to take in. "Alcohol? No idea."

      Yu, or well Yujin, had implored Richard to be honest to himself and to his bedmate, to him, so it only followed that he himself did the same, stopped wasting away in useless thoughts and finally matched his own pace, to not feel like every time he slammed himself back in, he was absolutely electrified and the same went for Arikin, for the guy that had asked for all of this. Sure, chasing the end of it all was always fun, but he already felt like he was trembling, as if his body wasn't going to keep doing all of this much longer, but Yu wanted to force himself through, wanted to tease the blonde some more, make him feel good, make him feel better actually than he already was. The only thing missing right about now was the reassurance that he didn't want to ask for, the words that he couldn't get out of his mouth - instead, his eyes met with Arikins, his hips complied to what the blonde seemingly needed and ... that was an order, right? "As ... you wish ... Arikin ...", he voiced, exasperated, leaning forward and interlocking their lips. They were holding hands, were kissing and ... well, they were having sex - so much for Yujins friends asking if he'd already fucked Richard, so much for realizing that they were neither of those two people right now and so much for coming to the realization that his body was wanting all of this more and more. The kiss was sloppy, it was all saliva and tongue, all over the place, but it qualified as one. Only when they parted, only then did Yu marble at the mess he was making of Arikin. "You ... really ... drive me ... insane..."
      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.

    • "N-no...", Arikin started an answer, that wasn't what he wanted to ask, he wanted to rephrase, but he couldn't and in the next second he even forgot his initial question to begin with. He looked at the scene ahead, took it all in, at least as much as the candlelight illuminated. He definitely started to sweat, didn't he? And that in a castle made out of ice, surrounded by even more ice and snow and cold, how was this even possible? Well it didn't matter, as well as it didn't matter that he wasn't even sure what Yu was talking about right now. He explained something, answered a question, but Arikin forgot what it had been about and only thought about what was happening now and that he couldn't hold back much longer. "Mhmm...", he answered because he had the feeling he had to, even though all words suddenly lost their meaning as if Yu was talking to him in a language he didn't understand and he didn't care about it either. His body was trembling, shaking even and his heart beat faster and faster. His ragged breathing was interrupted by moan after moan which he didn't try to silence, he didn't care about that at all, if Yu wanted him to shut up, he'd just make him, but why would he? All the while the wolf was the one still sounding somewhat strong and maybe a little bit cocky, something that Arikin almost admired right about now.

      Moving his body up like that was exhausting and a logical consequence was that Yu started to get in even deeper, all of this was worth it. Arikin got the kiss he wanted, felt close to his bedmate and he kissed him for as long as he could. He was getting out of breath, his moans were muffled due to the kiss and in the end they stopped, probably because both of them needed air. Arikin was out of breath and out of strength and thus he let himself fall back in his previous position. Any thoughts that might have remained in his head were blown away. He didn't contribute much to all of this and yet he was the one driving the wolf insane? How was that even possible? Arikin slightly shook his head and looked up at Yu who towered over him, still holding his leg and pretty much driving him insane and not the other way around. "Th-this... feels...", he started but lost the thread in the middle of the sentence, he couldn't even finish his thoughts let alone his sentences, but he tried again. "You're..." That was all, he couldn't say anything more and he forgot where this sentence was headed in the first place. Panting and wheezing he lay there, not even able to swallow his own saliva correctly and in the end his whole body started to shake, his hand still squeezed Yus and his toes curled. Every limb started to tingle and when the feeling reached his head, everything went blank and he just lavished in the feeling that held on longer than it usually did. In this moment he forgot everything and it didn't matter. All that was left was him feeling an incredible high, but that wasn't all. When he came to Yu was still there and Arikin had little time to figure out what was going on, only to be sent back into nothingness again, into this feeling that made him feel like he was on top of the world. How was this even possible? Was it the drugs enhancing all of what he felt? Well, he couldn't form any thought not a single one to begin with and his body wasn't really his anymore either.