bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

Deal with what? The blondes loose mouth? There were far more adequate ways to deal with the situation, none of which even involved being by Richards side in any way. Yujin, however, wouldn't just throw him out of the way and claim that none of this was worth it, that the blonde had spoiled the mood and his reward and he wanted said reward back. Frankly, Richard hadn't fucked up just yet and Yujin wasn't adamant about making him feel like he did. "With what? You and your trembling body? I'm on it.", he informed Richard, as if the blonde couldn't partially see and feel that. Was it really that problematic to try something that they both enjoyed? What did Yujin know, he couldn't help but gasp when Richard did press his thighs together and gave the wolf the opportunity to make it feel like something, despite him not deserving that either way. The blonde did suck on his fingers and it made him wonder when he had become this obedient, why he was even doing as he was told - "So much for I don't take orders", he laughed, as if that was something that had burned itself deep into his own brain as well. This was probably nothing, it couldn't be, but just for good measurement, he'd have to try it out, have to tease Richard about it, do something, anything, just to make the world stop moving for a moment as he assaulted this poor guys thighs.

Yujin eventually pulled his hands from Richards mouth, coated in saliva by now and while he had no real intention with that, he did wrap those fingers around the blondes dick and slowly started stroking him, as he went back to kissing, then bitting Richards shoulder. "Wanna get marked?", he suddenly asked, as if there was another way to ruin all of that skin and despite him knowing that Richard was, without a doubt, the one with sharper teeth, Yujin didn't wait for an answer. He kept up the pace that both his hand and his hips had, as if there was something to lose if he didn't and now that he actually was sinking his teeth into flesh, he bit down as hard as he could, for a while, until the metallic taste of blood hit his mouth and Yujin had gotten what he'd asked for. That would stay there for a while, yet it didn't mean that he was satisfied - he moved on, to a spot quite close to that one, just to do the same thing there - so much for being a stupid dog, if anything, he was a stupid wolf. The wolf let go eventually, once he did taste more blood and as if he'd been bewitched either way, he buried his face in the side of Richards neck, almost decisively, as if there was something else to it, sooner or later at least. He did wish they brought oil, though. "You're mine, right? Nobody elses, just mine?" As if to sweeten the deal, his hand moved faster, as if to coax Richard into the right direction. "Hmmm? If you want to be mine, you can have more of this, as often as you want it."

Was Richard someone he found comfort in because he couldn't fix himself, but try to fix the blonde? Or was that all in Yujins pea-sized brain? Whatever the real reason, he wouldn't figure that out tonight, he didn't even want that, he was happy with just going on and on for a little while, as if something was going to happen eventually - and that something was nothing of importance, as long as it was something that the two of them were trying to make right. "You're right about that", Yujin chuckled. That wasn't enough right now, otherwise he'd settled for something as lame as that, but ... "So you do like me, too?", he prodded, as if Richard wouldn't refute that statement in some silly, absolutely uncanny way, just so that he got what he wanted instead of a lazy little wolf bemoaning both of their existences. In reality, what was he even trying pawing at? Yujin wasn't quite sure, he was trying to figure it out, but other than that, there was nothing much to come from that - not in a million years and after all, he just expected something, not a fullblown confession. Did Richard even like him? He wouldn't allow all of this to happen if he didn't, that much was clear, but maybe he really just viewed all of this as an outlet - and Yujin didn't quite care. The erratic breathing, the sweat droplets that normally would build up all over Richards body and the fact that he wanted more, those used to be enough.

Right now, however, Yujin wanted more than he could have, wanted to blame himself for a lack of resources and if he was terribly honest, it was his fault, no questions asked - it never wasn't. "And? They keep you warm and you like them, I don't mind." Thinking back, that might be a bit farfetched but Yujin also knew that no matter what, he was just trying to be nice - trying to grasp something that he had little to no interest in, before it all grew, kept moving and then he'd have to deal with it. Richard was one of those things, somebody that had forced himself onto him despite never physically doing so - which was odd. "For now? Want me to untie you so I can hug you or what?", he inquired, but he kept going - this was nice and he felt as if he, himself, was close. Before he wanted to permit himself all of that, however, he wanted Richard to feel ecstatic as well, to finish and maybe ruin all of their clothing in the first place. "Mhm, that's good", the wolf commented. "You're good, actually. A good kitten." Would said kitten scratch his eyes out if he stopped now? Yujin could only wonder, but he did take his hand off of Richards dick, put it on his stomach instead and stopped moving himself. "Can you turn around for me? Not just your neck, your whole body.", he asked, but before he'd do that, he did pull out from between the blondes thighs and bit the back of his neck, hard and fast and bloody, and he kept it like that, even when he did taste the blood he'd drawn. Didn't that hurt? Yujin figured as much, but after that, he did take both of his hands off of Richard - he was torturing both of them. "I want to see your face and be closer to you, you'll warm up faster that way."

Richard was someone that Yujin didn't quite understand, be it because of his thirst to leave the barren wasteland of Silesse, to disprove everyone that he couldn't do something or all those things, all those different things that entailed something that - by any means - was nothing that he'd consider to be something labelled as living comfortably. Did the blonde even want to be here? Certainly not, but that was too much for now - he didn't want to think too much, to talk about depressing topics and instead, he wondered if Richard just needed a push into the right direction - to somewhere, where both of them wanted to be. "That's not important now, you're thinking too much", he urged the blonde, as if he disliked the sole sentiment of doing so. After thinking came doing and the only thing Richard should be doing was feeling good, loved, cherished - something along those lines, far away from his usual, probably way too miserable demeanor. What a shame. "I want to make you feel good now, not think about what you might want to do later", he chastised Richard - and now that he turned, he shut them both up with a kiss, as he wedged his own hand between them.

There were things even a stupid, small-brained wolf could do and one of those things was, by any means, rubbing their dicks together with his hand, jerking them off like that because it had gotten unbearable to just try and get off somehow, some way. Yujin wasn't sure if this was the right time for love confessions, for any form of statement that would throw both of them off their feet - so she kept silent and instead, once their lips parted, from quite the innocent kiss this time, Yujin remained where he was, so close to Richard it almost hurt, especially when he tried to press their bodies together as best as he could. "Why do you look like you ... are going to cry? Is this ... too much for you?", the wolf teased once more, only amping up the pace he was going at. Fuck, was it so hard to make Richard finish before he did? Maybe, or rather, maybe he just was obsessed with the concept of winning a game they weren't even playing. Release came soon after that, at least his own as he figured, when he felt waves of pleasure crashing in over him, accompanied by quite the moan of his own - his hand was warm and sticky now, but he kept going, torturing himself now that he was sensitive and making a mess of them both. Was this always going to be ... like that?

"Well, do you want to?", the wolf huffed, almost as if he'd not considered the possibility earlier. Sure, he had thought about it - or did he? - but it hadn't crossed his mind that Richard might be into it as well. What about it, though? They could keep going like this, for a little while longer, but now that they were - in fact - making a mess of one another, it was only a matter of time until something was about to happen either way. Yujin was confused as to what it meant, why it did mean what it did and if there was a slim chance of just figuring things out in some other way. But really, was there any chance like that in the first place? "Most of the time? Guess I can do better", he complained and took his hands off of Richard, unsure what to do with it and decided, instead of ruining his coat, to smear their mixed fluids against Richards stomach, as if he had nothing else in mind. Sure, Yujin couldn't see it that way, but he did lean forward to steal another kiss and bite the blondes bottom lip - he did need air, that much was clear, but he'd rather share it with Richard, as stupid as that sounded. They were done here, Yujin had been tired before and now that he was, still, he wondered what he'd even thought about before. It couldn't have been important.

"This? Are you sure you don't want me?", he inquired, almost held back by the fact that no, Richard didn't quite like his big mouth and no, Yujin wasn't great at keeping it shut either. No matter what, however, he did try to make both of them comfortable, which was why he reached behind the blonde and pulled on the neckerchief that he'd used to keep Richards hand tied up, all the way behind his back, to make them as useless as they could be, even if he had to wiggle his own beneath him to drag them back to the front, between their bodies, where he started to massage them. "How are you feeling? Not too sore, I hope?", he wanted to know as his own fingers softly dragged over the indent that the fabric had left. It had to be frustrating for Richard to not be able to touch, feel, do anything, do something. Now, however, he smiled, gave the blonde the slightest of chuckles. "That was nice, actually ... you wanna go again?" The inquiry sounded almost sheepish, almost as if he was scared of rejection, but he'd leave it to the blonde now - he'd not force himself onto Richard, as much as he wouldn't just try to force his opinions onto somebody that maybe didn't share the sentiment. Yujin, however, was still thrilled - that was all there needed to be. As he held those cold hands, however, he brought them up to his lips and started kissing every single finger - Richard deserved that.

"I wish you were wrong about that, but you aren't.", he complained. Richard was, unfortunately, very right. Yujin had tried his earnest to make things right, that much was clear, but the two of them also knew that no amount of bandaids that a silessian prince would hand a myradian mess would ever make a difference in relation to the gaping fleshwound that he carried around. Mental scarring was, by any means, also not as easily fixable as the two of them would probably want it to be - and therefore, they both found themselves in the tightest of spots, wondering and boasting about whatever or not it was even wise to interact with one another. "And it's good that I do because if I didn't, I wouldn't be myself!" That was, by some means, true, but on the other hand, Richard was fairly easy to anger if he wasn't in the right mood and Yujin, of all people, sometimes tended to be someone that overdid it by a million times more than he actually should. Was that even a right approach to all of this or was it just stupid to consider others feelings, too? The wolf didn't know, just chuckled when the blonde felt like chastising him about what he'd just done - and he grinned. "You didn't want to get my clothes dirty and besides, your stomach is caked in it anyway!", he soon retaliated. Was he wrong, though?

"As it should be. You're sweet, you know that? And you did a good job, except for the shutting up part. Next time I'll gag you for real!" What if he tied Richard up too, like a bundle of laundry and just kept going at it all night? In that scenario, they would need a reclusive space, a bit of oil and maybe a blindfold for the blonde - that actually sounded like messy, somewhat painful fun. "That's good to hear, maybe I won't let you be fine the next time!", he just commented, as if he just had come up with the most devilish of plans - that actually sounded more like a threat than anything and Yujin wondered if it was worth something, or if that had any use to either of them at all. "I'm fine, I was tired earlier and sleeping would just waste your ... our time. And you planted that idea in my head, I'll eat something if I can let go - or do you want to keep cuddling?", he asked, but soon, he was shut up by quite the tender kiss, a soft peck on those lips of his - and Yujin kissed back, trying to emulate the feeling, the fluttering of butterflies that spread across his stomach in such a short moment. "Hah, knew it. Doing this is better than sleeping, though ... and you kiss really well." Was that a compliment? Well, he did giggle about it. "Make it right? I never said you did it wrong in the first place. But if you want to, I wouldn't be opposed to that ... you want to eat something, too?"

Was it really? Yujin couldn't tell, but questioning it would just drive Richard up the fucking wall, he was fairly sure about that - so what did he do? Nothing, he just made some sort of approving noise and buried his face in the blondes shoulder, careful not to nuzzle against his throat and the strained, burnt skin that it mainly consisted of. Why, though? "Have you tried what your throat can take? Does it still hurt a lot?", the wolf suddenly asked, peering up but unable to see Richards face like this. Not that he wanted to try - he feared that, if he did, he might as well do irreversible damage to Richard, hurt him, spill blood in such a tender moment and scramble to his feet to fix the wound that he cause some way. Was that a silly thought, one that he shouldn't be having, only because that was none of his business in the first place? The wolf didn't know, he didn't ask, in the end, he remained silent for a while. "You wouldn't even like me if I didn't piss you off from time to time - admit it, me being annoying is part of my charm, isn't it?" Was that it, was it really? No way of telling, but he did flinch when the blonde came closer and pressed skin against skin, almost hissing himself. "Oh you! Keep my gunk to yourself, you brat!" All of that was accompanied with laughter, something that rarely escaped Richard, but the short, half-butchered chuckle was enough for Yujin - he had messed around for a while now and while he would, usually, have pointed out that the blonde was making quite the affirmative noises for not wanting something, he felt no need to tease him about it this time. "Would you mind being tied up and blindfolded, then? It sounds silly but I mean, we'd both have fun and you'd probably not think about too much if I fuck you for most of the night." If he could keep up witht hat, that was. Wasn't that somewhat silly, though? What if he got tired or hungry?

That was something he'd have to consider, but soon enough, his face lit up, too. "Oh, I'd like that. We'd have the hut for ourselves and no one can hear you!" That kind of sounded like he was, indeed, about to do unspeakable things to the blonde and what came after that? More of that? They'd see about that, but Yujin took mental note of it. "You did enjoy the biting, so I don't doubt that you'd just break into a million pieces because I touched you the wrong way." At least as long as it wasn't trauma related, those things - seemingly - always hit like a truck and the last thing he wanted to have Richard crying. Actually, Yujin wound up feeling up the blondes shoulder and neck, wiping away droplets of blood in the proccess. More gunk. "I'll make sure to get you a nice, not so spicy meal, then. What does your father even cook with?", he suddenly asked and followed Richards own gaze - was this guy looking for their food? "Well, no. You want to ...", Yujin suddenly said, pushed him away and sat up ever so slightly, but he did hold one of Richards hands, as his other reached for what he thought to be the bag of food. "You know, you should be happy you have a handsome face or I would have used it to rub all of this off of my stomach!", he complained, accompanied by a grin, before he lay back down, reaching into the bag he hastily opened with one hand and before he even could think about it, offered Richard a piece of cheese. "Open up."

"Mhm, I'm just curious. I don't want to touch it and then rip it open when I do, which is also why I kind of held back. I mean, it's part of you, and I think it ... to me, it makes you, well, you since I've never seen you without it, but I don't want to cause you pain." Being the cause of somebodies pain wasn't what Yujin wanted, much less of Richards and despite the fact that he didn't want to think about topics like that, some that could potentially spoil the mood, it only was a precaution, something that he couldn't rest easy without. "You can try, though. Judging by how it looks, it won't heal all the way anytime soon and who knows, if you've sustained more damage than obvious, it might keep hurting. Why not try the other side? I can help you with that, not so much with swordplay." Yujin wasn't even sure why - was it because he came from a folk of nomads, seasoned hunters and gatherers, from somewhere where everybody was raised mainly equally? Surely, Shuren exerted preferential treatment over his children, that, however, didn't mean that Muhan did and Yujin was actually surprised he wasn't thrown out in the wild to hunt with his dad more often. "Apparently my persistence is a real turn on, huh?", the wolf asked, already knowing the answer. Even if it wasn't, he did worm his way into Richards heart somehow. "And? As if you'd have licked it off of my hands!"

"And you're sure you can trust me? That's nice to hear." Somebody else wouldn't just put their fate into the hands of someone like Silesses prince and maybe, just maybe, Yujin appreciate the blonde a bit too much for that. Whatever the case, he didn't even think twice about it - he'd take it at face value, if Richard was willing to give that. "Me? We both were loud as hell and you muffling yourself is just uncalled for!" That wasn't it, but he didn't complain any further - it wasn't nice to do that, he did have manners after all and he'd show that to Richard, one way or the other, as silly as it would be in the end, Yujin had had worse things to deal with - especially now when the blonde was flinching. "I can't see much from here, but it feels like I bit you until your bled and you'll have to explain to anyone that might see that what kind of wild animal mauled you. I can still feel the indents", Yujin did confess and soon enough took his hands off of Richard as he listened to the explanation he was about to give. "What do you mean he doesn't taste anything? Shouldn't he try to check what he's cooking? Or do you mean he can't actually taste anything? That sounds ridiculous." Not unlikely, though. Yujin hadn't met anyone that had lost their sense of taste, it just seemed random and quite odd to lose, but even then, there was no clear explanation as to how or why. Did Richards old man have it at some point? Did Richard have one? Wait, he ought to, those two weren't blood related. "Hmmm, I'd say someone called Arikin, but he doesn't want to hear that", the wolf chuckled. "I also like the face of a guy named Richard, he looks incredibly similar to that Arikin-guy, you know? But he could stand to smile more often. Other than that? Well, nobody comes to mind - there is some pretty faces, but none compare." Cheese was stolen from his hands, but he wasn't the only one that would be feeding somebody tonight, it seemed - and instead, he also took the piece he was offered, before reaching in the bag once more himself, to procure a piece of dried meat instead and press it against the blondes lips. "Can I ask something silly?"

"No bitting then", he declared, as if he had needed Richard to tell him in the first place. Yujin knew that sometimes, he could get overbearing and experimented a bit too much with the ideas he seemed to have, but right now, his only wish was to make the only person that he actually loved out here feel good, better about himself and he'd do whatever that took from him to fulfill his quite selfish desires. There were many things that Yujin still had to learn, some that simply were because he wanted to be good to Richard, because he wanted to be somebody that he could trust and others because no matter what, he'd just not get enough of the blinde in the first place and he'd have to hold back. "You did, and you killed it with one shot. How about I take a look at it when we're home? Maybe there's something else, even though I doubt it, but I do know my medicine - and even if I don't, my father might know some remedies that lift the pain slightly or make sure the unused tissue doesn't just do something it's not intended to. How's that sound?" Richard didn't look like he received much medical attention from someone who was seasoned in actually practicing it - this looked more as if it was field medicine, nothing else, and if his father knew what he was doing, he probably had sought out anti-inflammatory herbs. "So if I had been persistent, you would have licked them off? No fair!" The second prince of Silesse was, by any means, somewhat childish and even incredibly stupid - but he liked what he was having right now, which was nothing short of being called 'his way', after all, Richard had given in at some point. "Too stupid? You wound my feelings! Jokes aside, I do trust you. I mean, I was unsure at first when you broke my nose, but there hasn't been much else after that - and a few mean words are nothing that is going to make me cry. So yes, I do trust you", Yujin declared without needing to think all that much about it. He was scared of Richard at some instances, but he'd sworn to protect him out here, so he had already laid his hands in this maniacal mans lap - there was no way of escaping now.

"That'd be fun. Actually, how does a gag and a blindfold sound? But ... that just sounds kind of animalish, we'd have to rely on our hearing and touch." Not that that couldn't be fun, but Yujin wasn't sure if he'd not do more damage than cause pleasure, especially when he acted out of line and could only communicate with very distinctive, grunty noises, as he imagined them. "Except me! And ... hm. Well, I think you already bit me like that once? I'm not sure? It didn't feel bad though, but the stupid urge to touch it didn't help." Did that hurt? Probably, but he couldn't do anything about that and he wasn't even sure if Richard had done that or if it hadn't been someone stupid like Quan. Whatever the case, he did want to take a piece of meat for himself, but ... "Sounds like the gods absolutely hate your family, wow. That means he just cooks for you when you're around and there's an off-chance that it will taste very bland and another one that he won't cook himself something when he's alone? I hope my dads just feed him ... something. But that's besides the point", Yujin sighed. Well, if anyone would, then maybe Muhan, who seemed as if he did like the old guy for some reason. Was it because they'd been childhood friends or something incredibly stupid like that? "He can chuckle, though. Even if he doesn't want me to hear that." Or rather, he had tried to make him not hear that, hadn't he? "You know, what should I even call you? Sometimes, I kind of feel confused. Do you even want me to call you Arikin? Or Richard? What do you prefer?" Yujin had no second name, but he had two full rows of teeth and he did bite the piece of meat that hung from Richards mouth like that - the opportunity was too good to pass up, but he didn't eat it, he just held it between his teeth like that - a fight was about to ensue, wasn't it?