bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

An eye for an eye, that was an old thrian saying if he recalled - Yujin didn't like it, not because of the connotations it brought with it, but rather because no matter what he'd try, it would always kind of fall into a gray zone between good and bad, since people justified their actions with a saying like that and no matter what, not everything attached to a statement like that could be a good thing. Yujin wasn't sure, he never was, but he'd not just blurt something like that out at Richard, claiming to understand the blonde best when he had absolutely no idea of his inner workings from the start. "Aside from your eyes? Probably your physique, or maybe even the hair. The way your hands can feel kind of rough on my skin is also nice", all of those things, aside from the hair, were things that just happened overtime. Yujin knew that he himself was lean, but Richard was something else entirely - he worked for his body, actually tried to make it all function, but no matter what, it eventually wouldn't be something that a lost second prince would be happy to have or even eager to keep. "Maybe your memory and the fact that you are good at coming up with ideas, too." Being brains and brawn of the operation just wasn't fair, it never would be and therefore, the wolf wanted a piece of that, too. For a temporary amount of time was fine, but even beyond that didn't sound so bad. However, that aside, he just wanted a working brain anyway. "Do I need to beat someone up? Knowing you ... you did beat them up yourself, didn't you?" Richard seemed like he was easy to anger if someones ugly mug was right and there was no way to make a secret of that in the first place. More importantly, it all sounded as if had not happened recently but a good while ago. "Short pants? I mean, we do still take a dip in short clothing out here, but I'm not entirely sure you should do that unless you're used to the temperatures. Unfortunately, summer already hit its peak, it's only going to get nastier from here on out."

Summer solstice or not, the days would become shorter and the nights longer, leaving almost no light behind in some way, which was also why it almost felt good to live in a minefield of ice and snow, somewhere where nobody had to worry about any crops or something silly like that. Roots grew all year long, seemingly sustained by random patches of dirt that were strewn across the frigid wasteland and if that didn't help, well, tree bark wasn't exactly the most edible option, but it was an option. "I'm not kissing it good. I'm making it mine, that's a difference." Those marks would fade overtime, no matter where he put them and that was, for one, something good and for two, something incredibly bad that Yujin wasn't ready for - much like those stupid hickeys would fade, Richard would, first from Silesse, then from his memories and after that, there was nothing he ever had to worry about again - he'd go back to being the same numbnut he'd always been. The wolf rested his head on Richards chest for a short moment, as if to take the noise he had made in to the fullest. "Must feel better than a massage, huh?" And as if he was only doing it for good measurements sake, he pulled on it once more and bit the other - this seemed like prolonged foreplay of some sort and even now, it dawned upon him that no, spit was still not a good subsistute and yes, they were shovelling their own grave right about now. "Like what? I'm not even bold this time, just loving. And yes, I like you, we established that, so you get preferential treatment." Having an experienced mouth did help, as well as the overall experience did. But other than that? Not a chance he'd get some sort of confession out of the blonde, or could he? "Are you always so eager to be pleased?", the wolf retaliated, but ... "Or indecisive, despite knowing exactly what you want?" His body was telling, while his words weren't. Yujin marbled at the flushed body beneath him for a second, before putting his hand on the fur that obscured Richards face and pulling it off. "The worst of it?" He searched for eye contact. "Look, I'd suck you off in front of my friends in the den - I'd not even consider doing that to someone else. Worse than that? Hm, possibly, I don't know, it's too cold to fuck outside in Silesse, but that doesn't mean I'd not like to try and do it in public spaces, you know?" Yujin laughed, before shoving some blonde locks out of Richards face. "Showing your embarrassed face to everyone would be nice, too. But then again, that's only for me to see, no? So what do you want, godling? My eyes are still in my skull and you look absolutely mesmerizing." That'd change soon - Yujin wanted him to be a wreck.

"Not exactly", Yujin replied. Richard could be a silly goose, especially when he didn't quite understand, but to Yujin, that was nothing new anyway - the blonde didn't always have to understand and by definition, the wolf could have told him what he meant, yet somehow didn't and ended up in the mess they were in, despite it not even being that just yet. What was it then, however? For some reason, it struck him that this kind of conversation suddenly felt out of place, not when there were plenty of other things going on. "I like the length it has and your hair feels so different from mine. Sure, thrian hair is supposed to be soft like silk and doesn't knot that easily, but ... you want to hear something silly about that, actually?" Telling Richard some old myths wasn't worth much, he knew that, but maybe he'd enjoy hearing something like that regardless. Talking about love was out of question, though. To one another, they were nothing more than an outlet for their pent up frustrations, for their wants and needs and somehow, Yujin felt bad for wanting more, for wanting something, for giving so much and expecting to receive as much in return. "No, but I also don't eat a lot. Sometimes I just get absorbed in things and opium doesn't help much. I should eat properly before I start training, but knowing me, this will just be wishful thinking." Fuck, hadn't he said he wanted to beat Richard? It would be easier if he already had an unfair advantage against him, but Yujin didn't intend to work on himself anytime soon, even when he ought to. "Taking care of me? I fear I'll get used to that, so what am I going to do without you, then?" Not get used to it was a simple answer that he almost expected from the blonde, yet it was hard to turn into reality when he already was offered something like that - it was almost making him mental. "Did you at least win?", he prodded. "Nobody said anything about falling, I meant swimming. That can be quite relaxing, but I'm sure you'd prefer the baths in the castle." And maybe no ass-grabbing ... why the fuck did he remember that? Because Richard walked out on him after that? Because he'd been pissy about it for a good one or two weeks? Whatever, really - that just proved his memories worked, somehow. "It won't change the way you think about it, or what it reminds you of, but why wouldn't I want a piece of you? I'll take all of them if I have to anyway, if you want to or not", Yujin laughed and he meant it. Richard sometimes felt like he was quite dense when it came to romance stuff, or rather, he didn't want to accept that even someone like him could be loved and cherished by someone that barely knew him - Yujin, on the other hand, had somehow made it his goal to make the blonde feel good, phenomenal, better than he was usually feeling, if only for one night. This was an improvement from the usual, though - normally they didn't get along this well if they weren't high, drunk or sick. "Different doesn't mean bad, though. That's good." Small affirmations were enough for the wolf, as if there wasn't much else he could receive either way, but that wasn't the truth - he needed no directions, he just needed to be told what was fine and what was not, Richard would get what he wanted, without ever voicing anything coherent and Yujin would tease him about it.

"No. You get preferential treatment." Who was the small-brained idiot of them now? Still him, Yujin failed to admit that, but he also had the upper hand - more than one - and those were quite busy trailing the pale, flushed body that was not only enticing to look at, he almost felt as if something was daring him to make it look like the mess it deserved to be. "Just admit it, no need to audibly gag. It's kind of fun that your body never does what your mouth says." There were many of things he could drag out of Richard, a lot of them were just silly, but he'd have to play his cards right and Yujin wasn't even sure if he was about to lose this one. What then, however? Involving critical thinking into a situation like this sounded more like a waste of time than anything. "You don't know what you want and yet you don't want something to happen but you're still curious about what I'd do? Richard, you are so full of contradictions, I'd gag you if I could.", he proposed, only shaking his head in the process. Yujin had stopped doing an awful lot while talking to Richard, his mouth was used for merely that and while his hands were trailing along the somewhat cold body, he wondered why he just hadn't thought about this possibility any sooner. "Hmmm, one of the hallways in the castle - literally nobody will even care if they walk past us. Maybe one of the rooms in the den, or the hallway. The walls are thing enough so you can hear anything, so you'd have to keep your mouth shut, which you aren't exceptionally good at. Since outside doesn't quite work for you, I can't exactly press you against a random wall and just give some residents the worst night of their lives by making you scream my name outloud in public, but how about I just bend you over that table in that kitchen of yours? It's kind of steep, but nothing is impossible. Or, how about you come sit in my lap at the next gathering we have? That way you can properly embarrass yourself infront of everyone", the wolf proposed, with quite the overconfident smirk on his lips. There were boundaries one had to set, Yujin just took all of them down right now and the glint in his own eyes was probably incredibly telling of how little he actually cared if Richard wanted any of this or not - he'd asked, he'd receive. "Just keep going? You're not quite fit for raising a dog and training him. How about you'll let me raise you? You'd make a cute, unruly puppy ... you're more of a kitten, actually." The sudden moodswings, the way he couldn't quite understand some of Richards behavior and the fact that he always seemed to extend his claws didn't help him, either. However, that ... wasn't even a bad idea. Yujin grabbed the fabric that he was told to, then Richards hands and he tied them - not above his head but rather behind his back so that the blonde lay on them now. They'd be out of the way like this, which was just what Yujin wanted. "Oh, trust me, I am incredibly fine with that. However, you do know that you just gave up any form of defense, right?", he prodded, inched closer and gave Richard a kiss - pried his mouth open, didn't let it be an innocent one, that's not what either of them needed, not when Yujin immediately went to pressing their clothed crotches together. Once their lips parted, he licked over Richards, then his own - he was nothing more than a wild animal, living off of the ecstasy that a situation like this brought. A strange sense of joy spread at the bottom of his stomach - he loved every second of this. The wolf pushed some blonde strands of hair out of Richards face, as if he were to marble at it, then didn't quite know what else to do with him, but he had an idea. "So, that will it be? My mouth up here, on your throat or down there? I'll let you pick and if you don't give me an answer, I'll leave you like this and you can try and get off by rubbing yourself against my thigh for all I care. I'm sure you'd like being humiliated like that."

"Short hair wouldn't even suit me, would it now?", he suddenly complained, or rather blurted out as if it were an unspoken fact that anyone that Yujin had ever met would agree to. Much like blue eyes, he barely could remember a wolf with short hair - it wasn't because it was viewed as impractical, but if he was honest, there just were quite a bunch of traditions that felt as if they couldn't be applied to hair lacking a certain amount of length - and even Richards had grown since he'd gotten here. "Thrian hair rarely knots, but if it does and gets entangled with the hair of the person you're with, the two of you are meant to be." It was almost as if he was just grasping at straws here, trying to convince the blonde that they might as well not be meant for each other or that if it ever happened, they were majorly screwed, but still. "That's an old myth and if I think about that, thrians are hopelessly romantic, it's almost agonizing." The only reason the tradition of following ones partner in death existed was, because they'd most certainly wait up in the afterlife for their love to arrive, not finding any rest despite their ashes moving on and once the two of them died, burned together even, their ashes were intermingled, until the wind cast them away, across sacred ground. "I'm not hungry yet, at least not in the regular sense." He, however, craved to touch Richard and be close, undeniably close at that and while he wouldn't mind enjoying something quick and easy, he found himself giggling at the prospect of all of this taking forever instead. "You're my knight in shining armor then", Yujin informed Richard, but that was hardly the truth - they both were just messes, trying to make sense of their messy lives. "So you bit off more than you can chew, huh? The next time something like that happens, I might as well kiss it better.", he blabbered, his hands looking for nothing in particular and just marbling at the skin beneath him - defined, not rough yet, but not bad-looking either. Richards physique was nice, nothing Yujin would kill for, but enough to make him be astounded. "You looked pretty relaxed just now and you looked pretty relaxed in the bath. Actually, how about I do it with you in there? That way you won't get cold and the possibility of someone walking in on us is always there." The baths were an echo chamber anyway, vast and empty except for the hot water that kept pouring and pouring and melting, but none of that was enough either way. "That's not what? That's not it? I told you to be honest with me, didn't I?", the wolf sneered, almost disappointed for a second. "Let's try again. You like this, right?"

Yujin grabbed ahold of Richards face, as if that had been a threat, as if he was looking for the eyecontact the two of them had kind of avoided so far, but that was it. As long as it was just him, Richard didn't have to be scared, he could be honest for all Yujin cared - he wanted nothing more than that, he just needed honesty. "Mh, that's good to hear", he voiced as he let go, chuckling ever so slightly about the short yet sweet victory he had achieved. Those hands were tied and Richard could go nowhere, not with the wolves weight pressing down on him, at least Yujin liked to believe that - but the missing hands were probably a disadvantage. "From gagging you? Maybe not, but who knows, maybe I want to hear you." He did want to hear Richard, no doubt about it, he had never wanted anything else, despite knowing all these days went by in a definite haze and despite knowing that he'd eventually forget all those things he was voicing out loud, it didn't matter much - he liked this for what it was, as rough and gentle as it could be, especially now that he wasn't sure what the blonde wanted or not. He wanted this to be soft, to beloving, sort of, didn't he? "Oh you can? Then I'll have you prove it to me when I'm screwing you in the den." The odds weren't in Richards favor, maybe he could, maybe he wouldn't and as if to prove some odd, obscene sentiment, he bit one of the blondes nipples, just to see if that would prove either of them right. "Can't fuck you if I sit in your lap, can I now? We wanted to be honest, can't give anyone the wrong impression now." It was good that he was so well-versed in adrestian, even though he knew that a lot of these sentences had just ... well, he had ample of teachers and some things just happened. By the gods, this was actually something he should have played dumb about, but he'd not tried to talk with a thrian accent around Richard for a while. "You hiss. You bite. You scratch. And you get spooked and agitated by the smallest things. You act like a moody kitten, but thankfully, you aren't as fragile." The hiss had just proven it and as Yujin decided that was enough to tenderly bite Richards shoulder, he just did. Bad behavior was to be punished and nobody deserved to be hissed at, didn't they? Still, the bite was almost tender, more of a suck - a hickey didn't sound like a solid punishment, though. "So you want to feel defenseless and just be pampered? By the gods, you are quite the entitled kitten.", Yujin informed him, but he gave him a kiss for a change. For honesty. And for the fact that he felt comfortable around him to just do that, despite the fact that he seemed as if he had multiple walls of defense built around him. The wolf pressed their foreheads together, closed his eyes for a second as he almost lay on Richard, only held up by his legs on either side of the body he was sitting on. "Up here it is.", he mumbled, wedged his hand between the two of them and started stroking over Richards still clothed crotch. No need to take them off just yet, was there? "Yes, right. But I can't quite keep my face in yours if yours is down there, if that's what you're getting at. Though, maybe you'd like that? I wanted to ruin you anyway and I won't need to substitute a proper gag with one of our sashes if your mouths occupied anyway. Or was that not what you meant?", he asked as he pulled back, as he looked down onto Richard and then slid off of him, just to lose all kinds of friction that might have been there. "Be a good kitten and show me what you want."

"I don't walk around with open hair all that often and when I do, it doesn't quite touch the floor.", the wolf mumbled. Not yet anyway, that much was for sure - but it would eventually and then, he'd have to figure out how to either tie it up in some some sort of way that kept it away from the floor or actually cut it off. Who needed this much hair anyway? Yujin didn't know himself, but he was almost certain that nobody had cut his in the last eighteen years of his life. "A butterfly? I've seen those in books, but though luck finding one out here." Romance was a fickle thing, yet, neither of them was trying to achieve that - if anything, they were just trying to get by, trying to understand one another and where had that landed them, exactly? In bed with one another, once more, as if that was a perfectly normal occurrence. "You don't, but I don't want to if I'm not. That'll just throw me off. But anyways, I can eat you for good measure, if you'd like that", the wolf proposed, sticking out his tongue at the blonde. What was going to come of this? They'd have their fun, then they'd go back to sleep and once they found themselves enveloped by another nightmare, all of this would start over again, until they'd grow tired of one another at some point. "I'm sure I can bother a blacksmith to craft you one. And then you have to wear it for me and save me from a wolf or something, how's that sound?" Did he just offer to play a damsel in distress for no reason other than to fulfill a stupid little fantasy? Probably, but it was a nice idea and that would have to feel nice too, right? "Barely? At least you didn't let them get to you, that's nice, mhm." What were they even going on about that, though? If Richard didn't want to share, he shouldn't have to. "But you'd feel odd with me going on about how I'd just rail you there? Is it that?" Were some orders all it took to get Richard moving? Yujin wanted to know just that, yet couldn't quite tell, but that would change soon enough - and he had a hunch that it wasn't far from the truth, either. Frankly, he'd have to be a bit more forceful, didn't he? "Nothing. Being honest is all I need." That wasn't exactly true, he also wanted a bit more than just the blondes honesty, but nothing was impossible as long as he had the prospect of a nice, loving reward.

"Much louder than? Can you repeat that?" Was it fun to have the upper hand? Definitely. But was it fun to tease Richard? Definitely, especially when he got reactions like that, things that he didn't want to forget so he could tease him about all of that at a later date - even though he did cherish them now anyway. "You say that now, I'll ask you the next time you're drunk and high and out of it." That would not be too hard, especially when they both overindulged in all of those things anyway, especially when they found themselves at an impasse and stuck with his friends, too fed up with one another to actually give themselves some time to go through it all. "Would you, then? Sure, I'll let you fuck me in front of my friends if you can bite down the embarrassment and actually have the confidence to." Richard was, by all means, not the most confident person, just cocky and angry and when he disliked something, he snapped. In this case, that was almost impossible and Yujin had figured as much, judging by all those reactions he got. Who knew he didn't need to be intoxicated to have fun, too? That almost felt like some sort of bliss that he was unable to properly comprehend. "You didn't, but you will, since you don't deny the other stuff. Not that you could right now." That wasn't exactly why he'd tied the blonde up, though. "Hmmm, no. I like you like that, it's almost as if you'd need my help now. That doesn't sound so bad to me. Besides, you asked for it and I'm not here to deny you any of your fantasies." Having no hands majorly sucked, Yujin could figure that out by himself, but it was almost funny to see Richard try, to actually give in and meet him halfway as requested and have a face almost pressed against his crotch. The wolf grabbed the blonde hair, tucked on it and pulled Richard away. "Fuck, you're eager. Are you starving or what?", he teased, affirmative of the situation, before sliding out of his own pants, not entirely but slightly, just to be able to pull them up if needed - and possible ruin them. Yujin felt lightheaded, his stomach pulled taut, almost filled with glee - and he used the opportunity to actually pull Richard back down, against his crotch. "So? My reward, if you may."

Would Richard do it eventually when he untied him? Yujin wasn't quite sure, there only was one way to find out, but he really didn't want to sink into sleep and then wake up to his hair among all the fur, strewn across their nest to pad it out some more - if that would be the case, they both weren't much better than animals. "Ah", he commented and again, didn't it feel odd for Richard to call his father by his name? That sounded all kinds of useless, but Yujin wasn't going to be held up by details like that, it almost felt as if the only necessity they had right about now was each other, they didn't ask for much more than that to begin with. "Guess I'll drag you to a tailor then, maybe you'll like wearing them more if it's something more in line with your own tastes." Who liked wearing someone elses clothes? Yujin didn't, not that he ever had to, but even when he did, there wasn't much complaining - Richard just didn't like thrian clothing in general, but that didn't have to mean a thing and maybe it changed when he got his own. "That sounds like I'm the only one who wants to fuck you all the time! You can't tell me if you've never thought about any of that, have you now?", he was quick to complain, but maybe he didn't share the sentiment - it felt almost as if his heart was going to sink to into his stomach, then made a sharp turn. There had to be something, he couldn't be the only one and that was a stupid thing to get upset over anyway.

"Like you are any better!", he laughed. Neither of them were good at keeping their mouths shut, maybe Richard was slightly better, but Yujin wouldn't say he was any louder than the blonde. Actually, why were they arguing about all this stuff anyway? It was fun, that was why - and it was boring if only one of them argued about it all. "What, Quan again? My god, there's other people that aren't Quan or you." The truth was, Quan was quite the whore, much like Yujin and they sometimes just stuck to each other as if they were glue. Maybe it made up for the problems they seemed to have, maybe it was just wishful thinking that the two of them had to use one another for, but ... "I'm not bluffing. It wasn't any of my friends, though. I mean, they were there, but I did get dared to suck that one dude off, I think his name was ... Zhihao? Whatever, he's a friend of Kun, he was there, we played some sort of bottle game, I got dared to and I did. So much for bluffing", he sneered. There were testimonies of others, he could ask his friends, but whatever. Richard wouldn't let him live that one down, not in a million years, would he? "Don't get too confident, brat. You made plenty earlier! Also, is that bite really the worst you can do? I barely felt that." Yujin wanted to grab ahold of something, but his hands had been settled into Richards hair and it was almost incredibly hard to keep his thoughts straight and organized when someone was busy coating his dick in saliva. What the fuck was that for? It felt agonizing, and slow, and he wanted to be able to breathe in more air than this, wanted to stop reacting but fuck, he shouldn't have gone for that route. "Doesn't mean you get to play by your own rules, though", the wolf complained, but he ruffled through his hair either way - he was doing what was asked of him in some way. "Are you always taking ... this long?"

"And what if I take your measurements and hand them over to a tailor? Is that any better?" By now, Richard might as well have noticed that Yujin wasn't the average prince, that he didn't give much of a damn about fighting lessons, about sticking his head into some rulebook, no. As far as he himself recalled, he cherished reading by itself, but he liked to do so about nature, about plants, about medicine - he liked trivial things, even though he did enjoy a good stroll around town, too. Surely, he'd come to like fighting at some point, he had before, but even that was something better suited for someone with a brain full of holes. Why was he so hellbent on being like Shuren anyway? Was it because he wanted to prove something to his old man, show him that he wasn't worth any less because he was impaired or was it something else that haunted him, even now? Fuck, he was thinking too much, he'd rather focus on the warm feeling that built up inside of him, as teasingly slow as the guy was that was busy sucking him, if one could even call it that. "When you're with me? That's sweet, but here I hoped you had some deep, dark and dirty secret for me about how you were fantasizing about me in some stupid, impossible situations", Yujin answered, almost sounding disappointed, but he still was grinning like the idiot he was. In the end, he was a puppy after all, wasn't he? "That doesn't count? Then you won't mind me sucking you off in front of my friends? Nice, good you agree to that!" Now he was just deliberately putting words into the blondes mouth, but he hadn't denied a blowjob, just fucking. Though, Yujin was already crosshatching another stupid idea.

"Even if I fuck you in a seperate room in the den, if I press you against any of the walls, they'll hear it either way, almost as if it's happening right next to them. So what's the holdup? The only thing they can't do is see, unless they poke holes in the paper panels." That had been something they wouldn't dare to, though, unless they wanted to get their asses beaten by the den owner and his little lapdogs - that would be no fun for sure. Nobody held back out here in Silesse, except maybe against its royal family, not its associates, as proven by the squabble Richard had gotten into. A yelp escape his lips, ripped him out of his thoughts and as he looked down, he found Richard abusing a patch of skin on his inner tight, one that he had just bitten, now he was trying to do what, really? Suck it better? That hadn't worked for his dick either, not now at least. The half-wolf went back to work, as it seemed and soon, Yujin flinched again, wondered if he could get enough of his tongue or not and was surprised when, just for a second, a shiver ran over the small of his back. "Desperate? You're the one oogling and sucking on me like I'm some sort of sweet nectar.", he rebutted, being plenty embarrassed himself by now - his cheeks felt warm, much like his lower regions did and despite the spit not doing anything good in the cold of Silesse, he wondered why Richard took his sweet time. "I thought you wanted it sweet and tender?", Yujin asked, grabbing Richards face by his chin and holding it up like that. "Your choice. I don't mind either, I don't want to do something you don't want, so let me ask: Sweet and tender or fast and sloppy? If it's the latter, you want it fast, sloppy and disgusting or just fast and sloppy?" By the gods, what the fuck did he have in mind? Something kind of ... not as atrocious. "You want me to spit in your mouth and treat you like an object or what? If that's it, just keep your mouth open."

"You want to blow me in front of them instead? Great idea, I like the way you're thinking!", the wolf commented, as if he hadn't understood that no, Richard wasn't up for something like this, no matter what Yujin tried. Sure, he hadn't sounded so opposed to it when he first proposed it, but that was just good old Richard for him - someone as indecisive as he could get, someone that would never be more than that and the moment he thopught about something that might inconvenience him, or cause him to openly show those inner, softer layers of his, he seemingly didn't want any of it. "Hm, not entirely true, though. We still have heat out here, it only takes some slight trial and error to figure out what you want and how you want it, but aside from that, that's nothing too bad, you know? In the end, we only need a smale flame to generate warmth and that's that." Something like a spark that ignited something, that went over onto someone else and forced a reaction out of something completely solid. Speaking of which, it was getting annoying to actually get Richard to do his bidding, much like he wasn't sure if it even felt any good when he gripped on the blondes hair like that, pulled and tore and made him do all sorts of things for him. Was this really what the two of them wanted or was that just some sort of mirage?

"You know, sometimes I wonder", the wolf mused as he had Richard continue the rhythm that seemed, without a doubt, not only almost merciless but incredibly hard to keep up with - so hard, in fact, that even Yujin wasn't entirely sure if his grip on Richard was doing him much of a favor. Was that even worth any of this? He got pleasure out of it, got what he wanted - got a reward that he had deserved, that the blonde had wanted to give him, but in the end, this wasn't exactly what he really wanted, either. It was messy, fast, all kinds of sloppy, somewhat sticky even, but that was most of it - two animals at work, nothing more. Richard seemed to make noises, some sort of them that Yujin couldn't quite decipher, but pulling him off now, losing all of the friction that he currently had, that didn't sound too good - even though he stopped his hand, between all the huffing and puffing, the way he could feel the adrenaline in his veins and the wanton need for more. "Enough ... of that ...", he huffed, pulled Richard off eventually and used his hands to push the blonde onto his back, before pulling on those stupid pants of his. "Lift your hips", he commanded as if that would be any easier on him, on Richard, or anyone. "And then lay on your side." This was ... an idea of sorts, wasn't it? If they couldn't actually fuck, they might as well make due with what they had and Richards thighs seemed to be the next best option.

Getting a blowjob and facefucking somebody were two different things, even when they entailed the same kind of action, just slightly different - at least Yujin wanted to think about it that way. Sure, Richard had offered himself up, had wanted to be something more akin to an object than a lover and it made Yujin wonder if that was because he was afraid of something or because no matter what, he'd just want this to be quite the mess. Looking at him, the wolf couldn't quite contain his excitement - tears swelling in the corner of his eyes, saliva at the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and Yujin wasn't even sure if that was all there was to it. Surely, he'd find something, anything, that told him some sort of story about Richard, about why he was like that, but not here, not now, not like this - it was almost futile to even make an attempt. Once he had let him help slide down those pants and underwear, he cast them aside and clicked his tongue. "That's the wrong way around", he complained, but shook his head. "My fault for not giving you proper instructions, but who cares, that's doable anyway.", he decided, lay there, next to Richard, just for a moment, before deciding that no, this wasn't doable after all.

The wolf did feel like he was straining the blonde today, wondered if his throat was alright, but he'd somehow been asked for this and he'd not be the one to deny Richard his wants, his needs, something like that. Yujin could have turned him around, could have done something, could have gotten up and done something for both of them, but instead, he pressed a kiss against Richards lips for as long as he could - made it sloppy soon thereafter, almost forced himself onto the poor little kitten that he seemingly was torturing here, before letting go and being fairly certain they both needed some air - but there was no time for that, he was getting cold and impatient himself. Yujin turned Richard around, forced him to, just so that he had a view on the blondes back, inched closer and closed any kind of distance between them - now this position would be awkward. "Who told you to speak anyway?", he spat, almost as if he was offended by Richard saying something to him. "If you'd not be good enough, I'd have casted you away by now", he answered, grabbing the upper one of Richards legs as he situated his head on his shoulder - he pulled the leg up ever so slightly, to wedge his own dick between the blondes thighs and using said hand to palm the tip of Richards, just so that it was frustrating anough as he started to push his own hips in a slow rhythm and was sure that he grazing the others balls ever so slightly with every move he made. Once he'd settled with something, he moved his hand up to Richards lips, pressing some fingers against them. "Suck."