bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

    • Who was he, really? Yujin of Silesse was a people pleaser and yet, it seemed as if satisfying him was either the easiest or the hardest thing anyone had ever attempted in their life. What lay beneath that shell of his? Who knew, who cared - Yujin didn’t, he was who he was and he liked doing what he did, even when that so happened to be the cause for sharp pain coursing through his mangled leg. Well, hell - they’d already come this far and it wouldn’t kill him to take Richards mind off of things, to help him out in this trying time, because after all, they both had set their mind on something and now, that wasn’t going to happen, was it? “Stop, I’m here to make you feel better and I’ll not stop until you’ll have a good night, you hear me?”, the wolf insisted, hell, he was even doing something to combat all of that - he didn’t want both of them to feel like this, thinking too clear and too borderline painful for their own good. “You haven’t woken me up once, even when you had a shitty night, so shush.” Not that Yujin could remember anyway, right? “Even if you did, I don’t care.”

      Anyone who could hear or see this would probably think of their relationship as the next big mess, but that was all there was to it anyway. If someone wanted no strings attached, they wouldn’t act like this because they felt the need to - this was supposed to be a quick, emotionless fuck and for the second time, it was turning into something it shouldn’t be. “Oh shut the fuck up, I really don’t care what she thinks right about now”, the wolf hissed, upped the pace he was using and wondered how that even felt. Did it hurt? They both were still pretty sensitive, but he was the one locking their lips and using his other, free hand to feel around the blondes upper body. This ought to take his mind off of things, right? “Making you feel good”, he replied as he pulled away, as he rather pressed his lips to his bedmates exposed throat - it wasn’t harsh, actually soft even, but that ought to shut him up for good, at least for long enough to keep those stupid thoughts out of his pretty head. “And you’re the one worrying about an injury that’s never going to heal the right way, so stop it and enjoy this, will you?”, Yujin soon urged Richard, keeping the pace he sat, still pressing small kisses to his throat like that and ignoring the weak touch that was trying to stop him - if he had really wanted this to be over, he could have just ripped his hands off, but no, the blonde wolf was weak, just like Yujin was.
      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 bit his lower lip and looked at Yujin for a short moment, before averting his gaze again. Actually he closed his eyes, because he was somewhat embarrassed and acted like a child who thought not seeing Yujin would help not being seen by him as well. All of this wasn't necessary, they already had done what they planned on doing, did Richard even want this? "You already did tha-ngh!" Why was Yujin interrupting him like that? Why was he hellbent on doing this? "You already... You..." Were words already escaping Richards mind? He couldn't concentrate, but Yujin already made him feel better, he didn't have to do this, there was no need to and some touches, his hands, that wouldn't make anything better anymore, or would it? "Don't... shush me...", he grumbled biting his lip again. This felt way to intense, it made his hair stand on end and it made him twitch almost uncomfortably and yet he didn't turn away. Why the fuck not? "I care!", he retaliated, but that was also something Yujin didn't care about, right? Fuck... why was he like this? Annoying... and... caring... annoyingly caring!

      Bringing up his girlfriend made Yujin somewhat angry once more, as always. Richard didn't intend to shut up, but he was shut up pretty soon after, receiving another kiss he for some reason longed for. He didn't even think of breaking away, instead he kissed Yujin as well, grasping for air in between. Fucking hell, he didn't want this to happen and yet he couldn't stop and why the fuck did Yujin stop kissing him? "You... fucking... whore...", he pressed through gritted teeth and he actually needed all his willpower to not put his own hands on Yujin right now. This was so unfair! He felt Yujins lips on his throat, he shouldn't have exposed it in the first place and aside from anything else this actually felt much more soft an careful, yet his nerves were all scrambled and broken up there and made it feel somewhat electrifying. He should have never showed him... Eventually Richard let go of Yujins hand and wanted to grab his body instead, but he held back, unsure what to do. In the end he put his hand into Yujins hair, pulling on it with a fair amount of strength. He actually pulled him away, so he was able to lean forward himself. He pushed his teeth in the flesh right above his collarbone and he did it hard as if his jaw got locked due to the electrifying signals Yujin sent through his whole body. Damn. Fuck. What now?

    • “If I had done a good job, you’d not be thinking about stupid stuff!”, the wolf insisted and he was desperate. For what? He couldn’t tell, but it was enough to make him act like this, to force himself onto Richard and just have him take it - if he didn’t want that, he could always push him away, after all, he didn’t have an iron grip on him, so the blonde wanted this, didn’t he? “I already what? Spit it out already”, he insisted and he know that Richard wasn’t good at taking orders, nor was he keen on being commanded around. This was fine though, the wolf would get what he wanted and right about now, it sufficed to see the blonde struggle with his words, with his entire being and the confusion in those closed eyes of his had also been priceless. Gods, he couldn’t have asked for anything else, could he? Especially now that he found himself playing with his fellow wolf, he wondered it he should just give him more of that - if all their encounters would end in such a silly way. “Then speak your mind if you can get a word out, I dare you”, he insisted, his lips curling into a grin as he just decided that maybe, maybe Richard didn’t have enough and his touch needed to be a bit rougher and faster.

      “About what? If you wake me up or not? I don’t, you signed up for this, you aren’t going to get rid of me - not when your head is full of stupid thoughts.” This was defeating all purpose - Richard wasn’t going to help himself and Yujin wasn’t that much a help either, simply because that meant that he’d have to not only figure all of this out, offer a solutions for Richards pain or that he’d have to figure out how to shut himself the fuck up. This was nice, the blonde was in his grasp and he just needed to make some more noise, he just needed to hurry up and let hi— what? “Whore? And who’s fault is it that I am a whore, huh?”, the wolf teased, but the insult itself riled him up, too. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that he was a whore, but that didn’t change anything about all of this - he felt good, better than he should and all of that was, very much, proof that Richard had him wrapped around his finger. The iron grip in his hair pulled him out of his daydreaming, a muffled sound escape his throat when he found himself being pulled back and the sharp pain that soon came from some spot on ... this felt good, didn’t it? The pain in his leg was awful, but in hindsight, the new source of pain wasn’t, it felt like all kinds of things, but it didn’t actually hurt. What Richard could do, he also could, but not like this, when some sort of noise was stifled in his throat and the movement of his hand got slower, sloppier. “What ... is this? Punishment?”
      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.

    • "That has... nothing to do... with that...", Richard grumbled. If anything it was his own fault for shoving Yujin off the bed, because he was an insensitive idiot. On the other hand, why would he be sensitive when this was nothing more but an attempt to feel something good for a change, for both of them? This attempt had been over already however, but they were still lying here and Yujin was hellbent on spending the night in the same bed as Richard, instead of crawling back to his girlfriend. "You.. already did... your part...", he exhaled. Gods this was awful and Yujin had the time of his life as it seemed, even without looking at him Richard could tell. All because Richard hadn't really ended it on a slow and satisfying note and because Yujin falling odd the bed kind of pushed him back into reality way too fast. Now he was in this mess, his blood redirected, panting and all in all wondering if Yujins touch felt good or if it hurt. He tried to figure out if he should escape or lean into his touch, his mind and body were indecisive and it was fucking embarrassing that he still didn't have enough. Now Yujin even started to make fun of him. "Fu-ah...!", he wanted to curse at him, tell him to fuck himself and shut up, but instead the grip got stronger and the movement faster, leaving Richard to scream out louder than he wanted to.

      "It's... not...", he replied, actually there truly were no stupid thoughts anymore and all it took were some simple touches and Yujins determination. But what about him? His hurting leg? Did he even get rid of his own thoughts? It was astounding that Richard could even worry about that right about now, when his head started to spin. Maybe this was just what he needed, just like last time, when Yujin drove him insane and just handled him however he pleased, with Richard turning into an obedient puppy, because his mind was getting empty. Or was he? "Y-yours! You... offered yourself... ngh... up like that...", Richard retaliated, but was he wrong? Yujin played with two people, Richard didn't care, but it was the truth and that pretty much made him a whore, or a slut, however he wanted to call it. Besides, it was kind of fun to at least be able to talk some shit. The bite was enough to at least make Yujin voice some little noise, but Richard wasn't even sure why he did that or what would come of it. And his plan on not leaving any marks on Yujins body was out the window too, those bitemarks would definitely stay, especially when he bit so hard that he was sure, a little more would have drawn some blood. He let go again though, panted against Yujins neck and the spot he had just hurt, why was Yujin going slower though? This was even more painful. "Why are you... stopping...?", he asked instead of giving Yujin an answer. He had none. "What do you... want...?", he asked as if Yujin was taking him hostage, as if he needed to do something to get more of this. Gods he'd bite him more if he just stopped like that now!

    • “Has it now?”, he replied, but he didn’t sound as confused as he actually was. Yujin couldn’t put his finger on it, but if he was honest, something was off, wasn’t it? Why was he so eager to please Richard, to comply to any of his wishes, when everything he could gain from that was some senseless words and a quick fuck? The blonde probably hated him, but those were thoughts for another day - Yujin wasn’t going to back down like this, he actually also wasn’t going to just give up on all this stupid stuff because Richard told him he wanted him to, except ... he couldn’t even get that stupid trap of his open this time, he sounded like a fucking mess and that was a nice tone in his voice for a change. “My part? I lay there, got fucked and pulled on your hair for a few seconds, that hardly counts as doing my part”, Yujin hissed in reply. Right now, he was doing something - moving his hands and then just slowing down to a crawl when he got bitten, because he liked the way Richard pulled on his hair, suddenly felt weak, as if all of the things he thought he had under control when he started doing this were anything but under his control. “Fu? I told you to speak your mind, but I guess you can’t even curse”, he chuckled in return.

      That aside, however, Yujin didn’t have as much power over Richard as he thought he did, didn’t he? They both were playing some weird cat-and-mouse game and neither of them was winning, so that meant, someone had to up the stakes. “If you speak like that, I can’t understand what you mean”, the wolf teased the blonde, just because he could and just because this wouldn’t net him anything except maybe a few more bites - something he wasn’t all that opposed to, now that he gave it another thought. Could he coax a reaction like that out of Richard a second time? He’d have to figure that out on his own, didn’t he? “Mine? Isn’t it yours? Didn’t you make me one?” This was coming close to ... what actually? Was he weird for acting like this on purpose or did this only happen because by now, he himself was riled up, had tasted some forbidden fruit that he wasn’t even supposed to look at, or was all of that just ... what even was this? His hand still moved slowly, all the while the other buried itself in Richards hair, just to have him pull on it ever so slightly, to get a glimpse of those eyes, to catch the gaze that the blonde had avoided for long enough by now. “Bite me ... again, then I’ll move my hand”, he insisted, let the grip in Richards hair go loose and he bared his neck for him, to show him that he wanted this, and yet his hand moved painfully slow, even for him - the friction should be gone by now, no?
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Yujin didn't owe Richard anything, he didn't need to do anything, but yet he did and wanted to help Richard sleep, he still wondered why. Would he have done that for about everyone, or just for him? Because he was alone, knew no one and was quite obviously very different from anybody else? Because he wasn't a wolf? Although he was more wolf than sheep in a way, what he did here with Yujin, not the fact that they both were men, but rather how they interacted with each other, this was more fitting for places like Silesse, was it not? Everything in Adrestia had to be tame and romantic, that was nothing bad and the man Richard had been before had fitted right in, but he wasn't that guy anymore. He pretty much grew up very fast, was forced to change his view on the world in an instant and now he enjoyed something rough like this. "That was... enough...", Richard answered maybe a little bit too honest. "What? Does that mean I... didn't do my part... last time either?" This was ridiculous, Yujin had been just fine before and they couldn't always go back and forth the whole night - wait who said they'd do this agai... whatever they would. "Fuck you!", Richard grumbled, spoke his mind, now that he had adjusted to what he felt enough to pull himself together for two little words.

      "Sh... shut up!", he emphasized once more, Yujin tried to drive him crazy, wasn't he? To what effect, what did he want? Well, it didn't matter because Richard could try what he wanted, he wouldn't want to storm out, or to stop this in any kind or way. That was the annoying bullshit he usually said too, right? But at least he wasn't smiling all the time, or did he? "I wanted to... part ways... remember?", Richard answered, none of this was his doing, right? But aside from that he didn't even mean what he said, he didn't care what Yujin was, how many girlfriends he had or how many people he fucked simultaneously, it didn't matter. This slow pace hurt, it made Richard sweat. He hadn't wanted this but now he did and Yujin just refused him, to torture him apparently. Every little damn move made him twitch, because all of a sudden he was so sensitive to the slightest of touch and he wondered if he should just give Yujin some of his own medicine, but then again controlling his body wasn't easy right now. Richards head was pulled back on his hair and he opened his eyes. The candle light was still very dim, but yet it felt so damn bright. He didn't look at one spot in particular, rather his eyes searched around, maybe for a way to escape all this. There it was, a trade that Yujin just offered and Richard got back control over his head when his hair was let go. The wolf exposed his neck to him and Richard looked there for a moment, his body still wanting more. If he complied, would that give Yujin more power over him that he should ever have? Whatever... he needed more of this and thus he leaned forward and once more pressed his teeth on smooth skin, on his lower neck, so he'd still be able to hide it. He didn't let go, even when he needed to groan and his hand that had been in Yujins hair previously, scratched down his back. What the hell was he waiting for?

    • Did it ever dawn unto him that Richard might as well be fucking with him? Probably not, but it never did and therefore, wasting more than a single thought on stuff like that had never even been an option. Yujin enjoyed himself as was - right then and there, at the mercy of a fellow wolf, exasperated and in the need of air, but he also very much enjoyed the fact that neither of them were actually any good at the things they were doing - they were just experimenting, that was all there was to it. "Not enough to keep your mind off of all this bullshit", he hissed and meant it. If Richard wasn't going to zip that stupid mouth of his shut, Yujin might as well find something to stuff it with, whatever that might be just some cloth he tore off of something or if he actually shoved the fucking pipe back into his mouth, he didn't care. "You did it now!" Was this some sort of redemption? Nevermind the other night, none of that mattered and it was stupid to assume that it ever would, so his next best guess was just figuring himself and Richard out, or the things that the two of them felt like doing. "Fuck me yourself, you coward!", he retaliated, but that was hardly a good counter for something like that - Richard had just fucked him, after all.

      "Then make me", he dared, once more, because he couldn't kiss the blonde like this, he couldn't do much of anything like this and the sad truth was that, whatever he'd try from here on out, they were holding one another at an arms length with their hands, gripping on one anothers hair, didn't they? "And you came back for more." Yujin actually giggled about that because, that, in turn, meant that both of them were not only bad at what they had tried to do, that not only both of them were absolute failures, but it also meant that whatever they tried, whatever they put their mind to, it simply wouldn't work for them because they were stupid fucking idiots that didn't even need drugs to lose their mind, or alcohol to drown out those stupid thoughts - they needed one another, just to attempt and make things right, that was all there was to it and there never would be another solution to the things they were feeling and the pain they were experiencing. Once he felt those teeth sink into his throat however, his hand once more stopped, he felt weird, almost as if he was trying to overcompensate for something, as if Richard was doing something wrong, but that didn't happen once he felt nails and fingers running down his b- did he, fuck, he did moan, didn't he? "You little ...", the wolf grumbled, finally regaining enough control over his senses and body to continue torturing the blonde and going back to the pace he had had earlier. They both had to feel good, somehow, some way, didn't they?
      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.

    • Did it need to be Yujin that handled him like that, or would anyone be fine? Richard didn't know and he probably wouldn't try, because one wolf that kept knocking at his door was enough and Yujin did a good job in figuring Richard out and making him forget. He actually wanted to forget everything, he wanted to forget who he was and where he came from, a nameless wolf was actually all that he wanted to be, but that was hard with those stupid blonde hair of his. Either way, right now it didn't matter, right now he felt good again. Fuck it only took so little to push him from depression and anxiety to whatever this was. "You... did... just didn't... hold for very.. long...", Richard answered panting, oh why was he this weak, showing Yujin that he could do about anything with him, if he just pushed the right buttons, he already found. But maybe he felt this good because he actually trusted him, because even though he asked him multiple times what he'd do with all these information, he never truly believed Yujin would just go and tell, or hold it over the blonde and he didn't. "And now I... owe you or... what?!", Richard asked biting back a moan, fuck the wolf only used his hand and yet this was so damn unbareable if this went on for much longer. "I already did!", Richard yelled back. What was this even? Did they fight about who fucked who when and how good? But this was stupid, why was he only receiving when he could also shove his leg between Yujins, he ought to be sensitive still too, right? A little push couldn't hurt...

      Was this going to shut him up? Well that probably wasn't enough, maybe Richard should just throw a pillow in Yujins face, becaus ehe couldn't kiss him like this, not when his teeth were occupied leaving marks on Yujins skin. "I didn't... ask you to...", he breathed against Yujins neck, god could he ever shut up? Both of them always wanted to have the last word, right? This was a hell of a combination. Richard gave Yujin what he wanted and yet he just stopped, did he bite too hard? Well the scratching on his back snapped him out of it as it seemed, but was he mad now? Well he continued, but this was... too fast... Richard groaned but didn't let go, instead he was so surprised that he bit even harder. Was that a metallic taste hitting his tongue? Fuck... well... he... there his thoughts flew, washed away by Yujin and the blonde let go of him only to wheeze against his neck. Still, the taste wouldn't leave his mouth and he carefully let his tongue slide over the marred skin as if he was tending to the wound and yes, there was this taste again, but not much of it. The hand on Yujins back scratched further down and took a hold on his butt, while he pushed his leg harder against the wolfs crotch. Then he bit him again a few centimeters left, targeting an new bit of flesh.

    • Richard was good at distracting him from the obvious stuff, but there was no doubt about it that the two of them were also very good at not only annoying the other, but also making them feel a certain way, which was best described as insatiable and somewhat feral. Yujin had noticed that the last time the two of them had talked, had done this and now, he noticed it once more, especially when there was nothing and no one to hold them back. It was almost insane to think that the two of them existed like this, completely dependant on one another and yet not at all - they were a good mess and a half, nothing new, nothing bad, but they still dug their own graves if they continued to meet one another like this, didn't they? It was almost odd to think about and yet, they didn't have much of a choice, did they? "Long enough for you to cum", he chuckled. They both weren't some quickshots, were they? Whatever the case, it only helped to broaden their horizon one way or the other and if Richard insisted that he, of all people, be treated with care, Yujin could do that, but he couldn't bite back a moan, nor could he really help himself with things like that. "I never said that!" A quick fuck would be nice, wouldn't it? "Then do it again!", he insisted because a second time couldn't and wouldn't hurt, at least that was his theory, even if it - ultimately - was somewhat flawed and without much logic.

      Yujin would have loved to have the upper hand, would have loved to be the only one dishing out pleasure, but Richard had other plans for the two of them and that, soon enough, became incredibly apparent. What was it that kept riling either of them up and what was it that sent sparks flying through his entire body? "And yet ... you aren't denying me", he gave back, inhaled sharply and soon enough found himself doing what he'd wanted to do - give Richard some more friction, move his hand at a disgustingly fast pace and sometimes, he slowed down, but only because he could feel those teeth dig into his skin, because pain and pleasure intermingled in his body and his shoddy leg was the least of his problems by the time that Richard would be done with him, at least it seemed that way. What was he to do with himself and the blonde, what did it take for him to actually zip it, to figure something out and to stop feeling bad about only doing the same thing? Yujin didn't know, but he enjoyed the pain he was give, even when warmth was pooling at some spot that Richard quickly lapped over with his tongue - fuck, was he bleeding? "Fucking ... bitch ...", he exclaimed upon realizing, upon having that shitty leg jammed against is crocht. Yujin pulled on Richards hair, tried to get him away, but there was no need to, he already had found himself a new spot and had the prince wheezing, groaning and cursing under his breath - he should have blown this guy, nothing else. His hand, however, was still doing most of the work and ... yet, wasn't this unfair? Why was he getting off to pain, anyway? Only one way to find out - and only one way to please Richard, who he stopped torturing for now, but that really didn't mean his hand was going anywhere, in fact, he was going to make this mess of a man come before he did - or at least the wolf wanted to.
      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 couldn't decide if being with Yujin was hard or easy. They both were very different and yet they kind of wanted the same thing, right? At least right now, again. Damn last time at least there had been more than a week in between and now they couldn't even just lie down. Last time they also had had more to drink and smoke, so maybe that had been the reason why they just passed out right after they slept with eachother. Right now they both were incredibly tired too though, but none of them could sleep, or maybe none of them wanted to risk another nightmare and that was why they fled somewhere where their bodies were awake and there was not even a slim chance of just falling asleep, no matter how exhausted they were. "I meant afterwards... you idiot...", Richard exhaled and bit back a moan, actually he rather muffled his sounds with Yujins neck again, ruining him there. Richards neck already was a mess, why not make Yujins one too, even though none of this would leave any scar. Why was Yujin moaning now? Richard didn't even do much. The following however caught Richard somewhat off guard. "You want to?", he asked wheezing and obviously surprised. He didn't think that would lead to an actual second round.

      "Because it feels damn good!", Richard grumbled. Why was this even? Right about now Richard was not so sure if a pleasant sleep was completely out of question after this. Well whatever, he'd see and he wouldn't need to wait much longer. Even if he would fuck Yujin once more, it probably wouldn't take long to finish up, not when Yujin kept going like this. Damn he was always so damn fast wasn't he? Richard muffled his moaning with another hard bite and he took some breath whenever Yujin randomly got slower as if he did it on purpose everytime Richard had the feeling he'd finish. He made him twitch and turn under his touch, because he didn't want it to stop. "Shut up and... keep... going...", Richard wheezed after Yujin cursed at him, probably for biting a little bit too hard, that also explained the pull on his hair he just ignored, or rather enjoyed, but he didn't let go, he only found spot after spot to torture, to imprint the form of his teeth, leaving behind a blue and red mess, one that even bled for a short time. The wolf wasn't going easy on him either though and if he kept going, there would not be any second round. Richards body already wasn't obedient anymore, his fingers searched for support on Yujins body, drilled themselves in his flesh and he let go with his teeth to take another breather, wheezing and moaning almost immediately after he didn't muffle all that anymore. "Yu...jin...", he groaned as reality slipped away from him, but... "Wh-what...abou-out...y-you...?" Richard was done for, he couldn't hold back anymore and Yujin might as well just use his useless body, now that his mind was somewhere else for a few seconds, maybe more maybe less. It was like last time, his brain shut down completely, he felt like blacking out, yet all of what he felt, smelled and heard was more intense than anytime before. Damn he loved - yes loved - being fucked by Yujin and it didn't matter how he did it.

    • Why be nice? Why be easy? Yujin had his own reasons, knew that there was stuff he'd rather not do, but he was overstepping multiple boundaries right about now, all of whom were barely even his to set, no - instead, he breached in and gave Richard a hell of a time, forced himself onto him for some quick fun and then, what was going to happen after that? Yujin didn't want to go, didn't want to leave - he wanted to be here, he wanted to be someone for a short while, someone that only Richard knew and if that were the case, they both would soon find themselves ensnared in a world of dreams and false hope, just because they felt like doing something that, by all means, wasn't even all that important. Happiness could find anyone, except the two of them. "Shut up", he groaned, knowing well enough that Richard might as well not have meant what he said, but he wanted to hear none of it, didn't want to go back to those ridiculous thoughts from earlier, he just wanted to live his life in peace and be done and over with it. Did he enjoy this? Tremendously. Should he be doing this? No, but nobody asked. As long as their little secret stayed between them, there was no reason to play show and tell and the bite marks ... he could hide those for some time, right?

      "Yes, ... but I ... think that's off the ... fucking table", he forced out of his throat and then, chuckled because of what he heard. Richard was easy to please and eager to be pleased, the wolf didn't want to take that from him, so he just did as told and he'd continue doing so, just for the hell of it, because they both were too sensitive and neither of them was feeling in their right mind at this point. It was fun, it never would not be, but that was how it was and the fact that he had to admit to it all, wasn't it sort of ... funny? "I don't take orders", he replied, he had heard those words before, but he couldn't pinpoint where - what did it matter, though? How hard could it be to keep a straight face and just give the blonde the release he wanted? Apparently not that hard, because soon enough, Richard was making a mess of himself and his hand and the wolf couldn't help but chuckle about it, but ... he probably looked like he had been mawed by some fucking wild animal and he, himself, still had something to take care of - it would be unwise to go to bed completely unsatisfied, wouldn't it? He gave the fellow wolf a few seconds, really, it felt like eternity, before he pulled on his hair, downward, against his stomach, but Richard wasn't going to move that easily, not when his whole body was so fucking exhausted, much like Yujins would soon be. "Use your ... whoremouth, will you?" What on earth was getting into him? He'd fucking die, but at least it would be a death worth dying.
      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.

    • Coming from being annoyed and bashing Yujins face in to whatever this was in only a few weeks was odd and yet Richard was kind of glad, because otherwise, he'd have had another shit night without any sleep. Even if he couldn't sleep, even if his nightmares still haunted him, at least he felt good about himself for a few minutes, or were it hours already? He didn't know, he didn't care, he didn't even care what lay past those walls and if the next day one of Yujins siblings would tell him again to shut the fuck up and let them sleep. He didn't care who he woke and how hard it would be to hide those bitemarks. Maybe Yujin needed to tell his girlfriend that it was her doing, or that he thought Richards fashion sense was awesome and thus he wanted to wear one of those neckerchiefs himself too. Ugh, he didn't care about any of this and he did shut up as asked, because he couldn't form a sentence right now anyway. Yujin was right, a second round was off the table, it had been a long time ago, because Richard was sensitive and because Yujin tortured him for way too long already. Not even that chuckle or the snarky comment pulled Richard out of his high, he didn't care about anything anymore.

      Richards mind was blank and he panted and wheezed. His grip around Yujins body came lose, his muscles softened up and he just lay there, not even catching his breath, he just couldn't do anything right now. This had been almost as good as the first time Yujin fucked him. For a while there was just silence and Richard simply watched the shadows of the candle flames dance on the ice, without thinking about it or anything else, but he soon enough was pulled on his hair and moved downwards. Well his body wasn't able to bend all kinds of directions and fold itself, so that wasn't very fruitful. Faint words reached the blondes ears as an explanation as to where he was supposed to be. "Mhngh...", was all he replied to that, but he complied, still not thinking, not at all. Instead he just crawled down, felt his way the right direction on Yujins body and eventually found his goal. He'd never done this, but what did it matter? He'd receoved some blowjobs, that was enough and in any case, he wasn't able to be embarrassed right about now, if anything he kind of wanted this, wanted Yujin to be satisfied a second time as well, without falling off the bed right after. Without hesitation Richard put his lips to use, but he didn't take it in far, he was still tired and out of breath, his body felt heavy and light at the same time. He placed his hand on Yujins upper thigh to have something to hold onto and let his tongue softly lick up the bitter taste that was left from before.

    • Fuck, how did they even get here? This all seemed like some distant fever dream, cooked up by their lack of sleep and somewhat by their lack of understanding, but all in all it proved to be ... just odd, didn't it? Not only was it as if the two of them could conquer the world, or at least their nightmares, but they also had overstepped the fine line between them. Yujin didn't care, didn't mind, but he was the one that had forced this upon himself, upon themselves and all of this would eventually culminate in rather curt answers and not much affection from Richard, right? Tonight was another one of those nights were nothing mattered, where they were able to be someone they usually wouldn't be and once the worst was dealt with, they'd find themselves being the people they used to be before, meaning that there was no need to even think twice about it all - this was only a temporary state of being, much like his hands in Richards hair and much like the fact that he tugged on them, pulled on them to get the blonde to do his bidding faster, if that was even possible in their current state.

      Actually, he felt satisfied, not satisfied enough just yet, but he did feel a certain way that he couldn't describe all that well - was it because of all the power that had been suddenly thrust onto him, because Richard was doing what he wanted him to do? It hardly could be, he was thinking too much, which was very much why he grit his teeth, bit his bottom lip and let the warmth encompass him - or at least he wanted to, but his bedmate seemingly was still dazed. "Do ... I have to ... do everything ... myself?", he cursed after giving Richard at least some time, but when he didn't go on, didn't do anything that Yujin found to be worthwhile, he stopped tugging on the blonde hair for a second and marbled at how Richard lay there - could he just ...? Probably, which was why he pressed the blondes head downward, forcing him down far enough to get some friction out of it. Then, he pulled his head back up, after that, back down - at least Richard was limp enough to be willing. "This ... is how you ... do it and ... now ... do it ... properly ...", he hissed - did he have to do everything himself? Well, given their current state, he did.
      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 was somewhere else right now, somewhere, where everything finally was fine and no thoughts circled trough his head, none at all. He wanted to sleep, was tired, but wasn't there still something to do? Ah right... Yujin, he was right in front of him, well a certain part was, it was... rather big, wasn't it? He needed to move his mouth, his tongue and he did, well, he tried but it wasn't much more than licking on some ice, which was fitting though, they were in an ice castle and Yujins was it's prince. If he had been any more there he would have known that this hardly was satisfying and he only planned to do it for maybe a minute, but it was ending up more than that for some reason. Time was... weird, stretched, compressed, Richard didn't know, but eventually a tug on his hair pulled him somewhat back into reality somehow. Yujin sounded pissed, but that was before, right? Hadn't he done better? Apparently not, because his head was pushed downwards, his mouth filling up and making it hard to breath, before he eventually was let go again, but only for a second and not far enough to actually catch some breath or swallow all that saliva that accumulated in his mouth, so instead he coated the object keeping him from swallowing with it.

      A groan escaped him when he was pushed back down again and his hand started to search for something to hold onto, for something to push himself away with, so he could breath. He couldn't apologize like that, but at least this woke him up somehow and he started to move on his own. This was somewhat... invigorating too, wasn't it? Yujin wanted to be pleased and he had every right to, so Richard just needed to push one last time, before he could finally sleep and he did force his mind to stay awake. He actually started to suck a little, started to move his head on his own and he let his tongue play with Yujin too whenever he got the chance, but he didn't dare letting go completely, to ask if this was fine, it probably was, wasn't it? Eventually he even pressed Yujin on his back, made him turn, that was probably more comfortable, wasn't it? It was also easier for Richard and yet again he had a first and it belonged to Yujin. He took him in deeper, tested his own limits and for some reason he liked feeling the wolfs hand on the back of his head. He upped the speed steadily and just wanted to hear some affirmation, not necessarily in form of words. Still, Yujin should relax, especially that hurt leg of his, hopefully this helped ease the pain at least a little bit. Should he just...? Well for now he used a hand to help with the process and to get more pressure. He'd bring this to an end eventually, but he also wanted to make Yujin as much a mess as he made Richard one. For this reason he wanted to be bold and thus he let go for just two seconds, no matter the pressure on his head, and used the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth to coat his finger. Then at the same moment he took Yujin in again and actually changed his position a little to make it easier, he also slowly shoved his finger back inside him.

    • What had he brought upon himself? Yujin wasn't sure, but this hadn't been his intention ... or had it? Get fucked by Richard, take his mind off of things and then go for a good nights sleep, but instead, Richard had made it his goal to be especially annoying to handle tonight and this took longer than it did the last time, or at least the wolf thought it did. If he thought about it, the memories of last time were not only hazy, they also made no fucking sense and no matter how long he tried to think about it, it only served to impress him and his own stupidity even more. They were pretty dead after one quick fuck last time, right about now they were still going at it just because the goddamn prince of Silesse couldn't shut his fuckin trap and went on and on about how he was a people pleaser, how both Richard and him had to be distracted enough to consider this an actually good session, but nothing of that had helped and now they both were even dirtier than before and they reeked of sex, sweat and definitely of the oil they had used, at least Yujin thought so, but maybe he was wrong, maybe it actually was something entirely else - and he didn't even care. The only thing his mind actually gave a damn about, at least for now, was what Richard was doing and it also, very much, was what he'd be doing from here on out.

      It felt good to finally gain some friction, to have the blonde wordlessly understand, or at least comply to this wishes, which was maybe also why Yujin just let him do what he wanted to, but actually, he wasn't even all too sure about that. Was this even worth thinking about? No, not when he was the one trying to hold back a variety of noises and not when all of this felt as shameless as it did. But why deprave Richard of what he worked so hard for? Yujin didn't know, actually, he didn't even want to start thinking about it and instead, he let his mouth just go haywire, as well as those hips of his that might as well have rested where they were, but no, he was pretty sure that he at least thrusted upward once and, hopefully, didn't make the blonde choke. All of this was a disaster, the saliva, the sudden grip that the blondes fingers had on him and the fact that, oh, oh ... fuck- "Ah!", the wolf yelped once more when he felt a finger inside of him and, hell, fuck, damn - this was taking all kinds of shapes and forms and was he ... he was seeing stars, right? The grip he had on Richards hair tightened, he pushed his head down, again his crotch, just for a moment, because he felt helpless, because riding out this high like that wouldn't work - and because he pretty much came in Richards mouth. This was all sorts of pathetic, but now he was the one that lay there, whose grip on blonde hair became loose and who heaved, who tried to suck in some air - where on earth was he again? "You ... fucking ... tease."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Richard felt Yujin move underneath him, maybe even grow a tad bit bigger, either way, this was going well, right? Richard was tired, exhausted, but happy and satisfied... did he just express that he was happy? What the fuck. Either way, tonight it was alright, much as last night and he still felt as if he somewhat rode on the same high, even though it was long over. On the other hand this didn't seem to take long, Yujin had been riled up from the start, just wanted a quick finish and quick was what he got with Richard raising the stakes. Yujin pushed himself at him more than once, almost making Richard cough, but it was fine, he dealt with it and eventually found an easy way to bring this to an end. Yujin yelped, which was nice, he tensed up and suddenly Richard also felt the grip tighten on his blonde hair. His head was pushed down all the way and then his mouth was filled with warm and bitter liquid, some of it finding it's way down his throat right away. When he finally was let go again, he raised his head, finally was able to swallow all of what had accumulated in his mouth down and let himself simply fall down again, his head just somewhere next to Yujins hip and his feet dangling over the edge of the bed.

      Richard breathed heavily, his body only made two more movements, one to wipe his finger off and the second to wipe his mouth with his arm. Then his arm much as every other limb just crashed down and he lay there catching his breath. He was tired alright, he felt good yes and he finally was ready to try and sleep. He didn't even want to crawl back up to the pillow, next to Yujin, his body felt heavy and wouldn't stop tingling. They'd need a bath eventually, but not now, not tonight, somewhen tomorrow and when the following night went anything like the last few, Richard would wake up before sunrise anyway. Eventually he moved again though, raised his arm over his head, with his face half on the pillow and half pressed against Yujins hip an searched for the wolfs hand. When he finally found it, he grabbed it and didn't want to let go again. Damn... he was getting cold, but moving was just... no. Should he say something...? "This was... nice...", he sighed against Yujins skin. Fuck he was feeling dead right about now, in a good way though.

    • Yujin felt ... what did he feel like? Satisfied, cherished, maybe even a little bit too much, but all in all, he felt somewhat accomplished, didn't he? Both Richard and him had wasted away for the entire evening, had done things they didn't even want to do and now that they found time for one another, nothing seemed to be too bad - they all were in good spirits and that was the one thing that mattered, right? "Sorry ...", he mumbled, he actually wasn't sure what for, but it probably was the mouthful that the blonde had to swallow - he could have just come all over his face, that would have been fun as well, but a whole lot messier - and a whole lot more to clean up, Yujin was sure. Thereafter however, his body felt worn, tired even and all those nights that he barely could close his eyes on felt as if they were finally catching up to him for real now, they already had beforehand actually, but he'd pushed most of them away, just for the sake of being awake for a little while longer. Help wasn't something that actually would be on its way, he probably should try to get up, worm himself back into his own bed and then declare that Yin had made him look like that, but ...

      With Richard cuddling up to him, or rather trying to but not moving much, all that the wolf could produce when he looked down there was an exasperated chuckle - and there he was, taking the pillow with him and inching a bit closer to the blonde, holding the hand that had been grabbed ever so tightly. This wasn't just some quick fuck, no feelings attached anymore, was it now? Yujin couldn't even begin to fathom that behind that, there might be a world of hurt waiting for him, but he couldn't be assed to think twice about that and instead, just grabbed ahold of one of the blankets that they were theoretically still laying on, inching them out from under them to have something to cover their bodies with. "You ... were nice", the wolf declared, but he still couldn't get quite close to Richard, not without all of the nerves in his body screaming about being on edge and not with how all of this was going, which, theoretically, might as well be horribly - he was goddamn tired, wasn't he? "Remember ... we have to ... get up ... early", Yujin informed Richard, but all of that was in vain once he had finally inched down all the way, close enough to press their foreheads together and leave it at that. "Good night ...", was all that he could get over his lips before he closed his eyes and took in most of the sleep that he could get. However, the only problem was, when he actually woke up the next day, this was ... what was wrong? Richard was still there where he'd found him, he had a good nights sleep, he felt refreshed and yet, his body hurt in one or two ways - what on e- fuck. Soon enough, realization dawned upon him and Yujin wasn't sure if he could just wake the blonde, because it was ... how fucking late was it? "Richard", he whispered. "Wake up ... we fucked up." It probably was around lunchtime, 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.

    • Richard was tired, exhausted and not in the mood to move anywhere. So instead it seemed to be Yujin who crawled down to him, who moved all the way, even bringing a pillow. Richard felt something move underneath him, some tugging that let him groan, because he didn't want to move and he didn't want to be awake anymore. In the end Yujin managed to get a blanket out of underneath him and put it around both of them. There was another compliment and Richard just made a weird noise, that should have probably meant 'thanks'. Yujin came even closer, down to the middle of the bed, which was a weird spot to sleep in and then he mumbled something about waking up. Whatever... Richard wanted to sleep first before thinking of any of that. The blonde felt the wolfs forehead pressed against his, that was nice and the movement stopped to. Still holding Yujins hand and laying next to him like that was enough to finally let him sleep and he didn't even hear what Yujin said last. Instead his mind went blank and that for a very long time. No dreams at all, no nightmares and nothing else, just darkness and an actual good night.

      He was woken the next day, heard his name, but he wasn't done sleeping, he wasn't done getting some sleep after so long and yet, Yujin had the nerve to whisper at him. What was he even saying? Richard didn't open his eyes, just grumbled and eventually said something back. "I know we fucked... shut up...", he mumbled and finally let go of Yujins hand to turn around and try to continue sleeping. He was all curled up and he soon knew why, because when he stretched his legs the bed was to small. He remembered... he was lying somewhere in the middle of it, but it didn't matter, because he just curled up again and pulled the blanket over his head. Sleep... he wanted to finally sleep and get more rest. This hadn't been enough and as long as nothing haunted him, he might as well use it. Or was it too late now anyway? Were thoughts crawling back into his head again? Fuck... why did Yujin wake him, that asshole.

    • Was it hard to keep awake or would it be easier to just have shut the fuck up, cuddles Richard and accept that they’d fucked up? Yujin wasn’t sure, but right about now, no amount of a good nights sleep was going to make up for the dread that bubbled up inside of him. Shit. Yin would find out, or maybe she already knew, something had to be the case and whatever it was, this was going to be painful to admit to - actually, he could already feel that stupid fan on his head and he’d definitely be beaten to the pulp with it if his father caught wind of this. Why did he do this? He just wanted to give Richard a good time and now they lay there, in some dusty bed in a room that he hadn’t entered in ages - or anyone, really. Their best guess was coming up with something, maybe claiming they’d gone for a morning walk hours ago when they both couldn’t sleep, but ... that also entailed that ... eugh, why did his body actually hurt like this? They hadn’t done that much and it wasn’t like they had overdone it either, but now that Richard stole the blanket, rolled over and seemingly mumbled on ... oh.

      There they were, some bite marks that were strewn across one particular area and they were here to stay - that’s what actually hurt, in hindsight at least. What on earth had they done yesterday? He looked as if some sort of wild animal had mangled him, one way or the other and that wasn’t ... well, it did suit him, didn’t it, and now that Richard had let go of his hand, he could touch them and they, well they burned under his touch, ever so slightly, but it didn’t feel bad, did it n- ... but that was besides the point! “That’s not what I mean!”, he blurted out, glancing at the window once more and the fact that wherever the fucking sun was, it definitely wasn’t busy rising from the end of the horizon right about now. “Get up”, he grumbled, tugging on the blondes shoulder. They should clean up, get dressed, take a bath, but before that, they should get rid of all of the evidence they left in this room - and the mess they made of it. “Richard, it’s fucking god knows how late, I’m pretty sure your dad wants to go home”, he informed the blonde wolf. Somehow, Yujin felt sorry about not being able to let him sleep longer, but ... desperate times called for desperate measures, right? “Get up or I’ll slap your ass”, what kind of threat even was that? Not a really good one, actually.
      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 was tired, but less tired than he usually was and maybe he didn't even have dark circles around his eyes this time around. Either way, it kind of put him in a good mood and by now it was stupid to think that something like what happened last night would never happen again. Richard wasn't nearly as wasted and he could remember pretty much everything that happened. Well he had been baked still, but not as much as last time. Actually why would he deny himself some good nights sleep from time to time? Why wouldn't he do this again? And why was it his problem that Yujin was in trouble now? Well... actually he rather had him stay with his girlfriend, gods this was annoying. Actually, why did he care? If Yujin wanted her, fine, if not, also fine, that didn't change anything about the fact that Richard would be out of here eventually. It was easier to not attach any strings, to not have Yujin that idiot hope for something more, if he kept his girlfriend though, so maybe Richard should get up and help him out on that front. Problem number one, smelling on them pretty much told everyone what they'd been up to.

      A tug on Richards shoulder made him turn around and open his eyes. Damn Yujin looked like a mess. His hair was all scrambled and his neck looked almost as bad as Richards. It let Richard smirk for a short moment, before his hawk-like eyes focused on Yujins face. "He probably didn't check my room and noticed I'm gone.", he informed Yujin. Nayantai would let Richard sleep when he could for once, so there was no chance in hell he was just charging in, so he was safe, but Yujin shared a room with his girlfriend and quite obviously wasn't there. Still not really moving, just lying on his back, Richard looked at Yujin. "So what's the plan?", he asked. Well Yujin smelling like he had a fun night was nothing unusual, after all he had slept with Yin too, right? Maybe he should just go back and act like nothing was out of the ordinary? Would it help if they pretended they got into a fight and that was why they looked like they did? Ugh, all f this sounded stupid and it was too early to think about shit like that. Actually Richard preferred his usual routine.