bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

"Would you like to find out then? Or would you rather rest?", the wolf questioned. Rest was not exactly a good definition for what he had in mind, yet, he didn't feel like pushing Richard into a direction that he didn't belong, much like he didn't feel as if he was entitled to do so. They'd do what they wanted, when they wanted - when it felt right - and as long as it didn't, there really was no need to push past ones boundaries that were set in stone just like that. Yujin liked to force himself, though, to wonder what life would be like without the boundaries that obviously existed, amidst the world that had long since lost use for those like him, those who were tied down by those who wanted to keep him on the ground - and he didn't mind, he could live out here, much like Richard was trying to survive, huddling together to keep all those broken pieces of his former body close, to seem somewhat cohesive, not lost or left alone, faded into nothingness. They both were messes, they were who they'd ought to be and who they called out for - and maybe, Yujin couldn't glue Richards broken pieces back into place with a bit of tar, yet, he could still offer parts of himself. "Hm, really fought? When you broke my ... no, when you ... hm. We only really had altercations and nothing major aside from the first time we met." His mind seemed sharp for a moment, maybe it was the lack of new information or the fact that he was fine in the first place - whatever the case, he tried to strive for better days. "Entitled, self-sufficient, maybe broken beyond repair as well. It's kind of like ... think of a music box, something that should work because it has no obvious blemishes, but once you wind it up, you realize that the cord is long gone and it's stuck repeating one or two of the same notes over and over again. No matter how much you try to fix it, it won't work, so you just pretend it's something else because it's useless for it's originally intended purpose." Something like a jewelry box, or storage of some kind, but definitely no music box. "You can't or you don't want to?"

In theory, Richard could, he could probably break most of is face and make him feel like he was weak, useless and not needed by the former prince, but Yujin knew better than that already - he was, without a doubt, someone that enjoyed being who he was for the time being, even if it was nothing that others would agree with. "Then it's winter all year around. There's one difference, though." The way the snow was hard and usually more icy during the summer days, but easier to traverse and not full of unexpected sinkholes - that was the only striking difference and Yujin knew that he was just blaming himself for something so silly. "If you say so, I won't let go." Yujin would hold him all night long, he was sure of that and if he let go, Richard was sure to come back to chase warmth, even when he was no longer awake either way. Whatever they did, it depended on either of them - and whatever they would do, it would most likely not give them an advantage in the first place, not over nightmares that were there to conquer. "Would you even prostitute yourself for anything?" Love wasn't a good excuse, not even a reasonable one and the fact that Yujin even had this thought was embarrassing enough, especially when he lay here, wanted nothing more than to cuddle and was still haunted by thoughts that came from everywhere and nowhere at once - he should have stopped his mouth from saying more bullshit a long while ago. "Dunno ... I mean, I wouldn't mind if you did, though?", the wolf suddenly mumbled - he wasn't even into that, probably and even then, he could at least try something new, something stupid, even if this kind of new - this kind of soft - was something to enjoy, not only for a moment, for a little while longer, for as long as he could. "Well, yes. But that doesn't mean I'm not into either, you know? When you bit me, that was actually nice.", he informed the blonde, wanting to pepper the spot he'd bit earlier with kisses again, but instead, he moved slightly upwards to press one onto Richards lips and return the gesture of stroking the blondes back. "What do you think?"

"No need to rush." Forcing oneself into things, especially headfirst and without a clue, was never a good idea, much like it wasn't something that would yield respectable results. Richard had to find himself and then figure out what he'd do with what he remained, what he'd lock away behind a solid wall, in a well, much like Yujin did and until he couldn't tell himself that, it was no use for Yujin to prod and and push and try his best to find out, or to soothe someone that wanted no soothing at all. It wasn't a good look on him either - if he were too pushy, Richard could turn him away and Yujin wouldn't blame him, even though he always came back, like the pest he was. "That wasn't exactly your fault alone. Everything just ... kind of got to my head. The situation, being out here, so far away from all I know, got uncomfortable and unfamiliar really fast. Faster than it had to be, so much that it not even hurt his head, or his ego, but also all that he could think of. A sudden push into one direction, even if it was a wrong one, hadn't helped either and Richard, urging him to zip his mouth had been, even if well-deserved, a bit painful. "But the last time we had an argument, wasn't that when we ... you know?" Tried to call it all off and failed miserably? One last chance had turned into something so stupid again. "Guess I'm talking too much nonsense again ... and who knows, probably being a carbon copy of my father and a better prince, someone suited for the throne. That might as well have been it." But who knew that? He wasn't the oldest, yet, not everyone recognized Xu for all he was either way, which probably was frustrating. "Then would you like to try again?" Did Richard even hate him? Sometimes Yujin wasn't sure, but often enough it just felt like misguided emotions hanging low over his head, telling him that all of this was happening without much of a doubt from himself - that he hated himself enough to accept that he was hated by others as well. Was that it? "Persistence is key and there's no way you'll die from something so silly. Come on Richard, I'm sure you can take a bit of frost and if not, how about I offer you some warmth?"

They could go places together, given, he just had to be able to go out and not be locked up at home until the end of his days - normally, nervosity would bubble up, tell him that he wasn't made for this and pushing himself too far off the edge already, but he liked it, he liked laying here, he liked Richard and he loved holding him close and pressing another kiss to his lips, one after the other, before moving to his cheeks and his jaw, and eventually back to his throat. "Whore myself out? Not to everyone. For you? Maybe if you ask nicely.", he chuckled, and all of this was said without thinking too much. Reckless abandon was his guide in a world that needed none, that was what it ought to be just by existing - and Yujin felt as if they both had found someone that would make them feel less insufferable, even if only for a moment. "I don't know, you hate owing me, didn't you say that? I'm not opposed to taking all forms of payment." This wasn't directed to anything in particular and just something that he wanted the blonde to know, as if it would change anything between them or about them - they were already lost, in each other, and in their lives. "And I didn't. I probably got a few questionable stares, but flaunting that felt nice." Thrian clothing covered up a lot of it, but that didn't mean Yujin couldn't slide out of it and just be the entitled bitch he was, right? "I'm just trying to find out if I'm into it, so what do you say? If that's not your thing, I'm fine with that." His hands moved across Richards back, he liked the feel of the cold skin that he found himself faced with, pressed his own lips against Richards throat again and he wondered, for just a bit more than a split second, if that spot was cold, too, or if the still healing tissue kept it at an unsightly temperature. "Would you like to spend the night with someone less boring, then? I know someone and he'd be thrilled to.", he told Richard, yet, what would they even do with their newfound free time? Yujin kept trailing the blondes spine, kept kissing the exposed bits of skin that he could and wondered for a while, a long little while. "The next time we go out here, how about we bring some sheep hide? It ought to be warmer, and more comfortable ... and besides, you do deserve something nice."

"But it wasn't exactly your fault either. The situation just led to one thing, and that one thing to the other. You don't have to think about yourself like that, you did your best to fix it right after, too." Being out here was nice for more than one reason, and Yujin was even fully aware that he couldn't just get up and run away, neither of them, so they basked in what they had, in unspoken glory, something that neither of them could call their own - something that was so far off, it felt almost foul in the first place. "And I believe that, if you need to, you'll protect me." Much like Yujin would try to protect Richard, even if that meant he'd probably have to die himself - he was no great hero, or even a great person, none of that and he understood that nothing would help him either way. Surely, he was just trying his best and realizing that without all the things that he hopefully was making out to be the world he lived in, he'd be nothing more than a handful of ash, floating in the wind already. "Yes, I tend to overdo it sometimes. I just don't know what gets into me, but I guess I wasn't just angry at you, I was angry at myself for being the idiot that I am." If he had extended his hand towards Richard first, swallowed down his pride and just tried to enjoy what they had, maybe he would also have been invited to lay his hands on him, but he was now, and that was all that mattered. "Yes, but theoretically he shouldn't. According to some people. Not that anyone cares." Just because he was Muhans son, which was stupid in the first place. "You all could use more cold ... and you're still holding that against me, I'm afraid I'll have to hear that when I'm old and gray!", he joked.

Richard had made clear he'd never return once he was gone and Yujin was fine with that, to some extend - he hoped it would turn out differently, that he could go with him, see him one last time or just have reassurance that he'd return at some point, or write him silly letters, but that wasn't it, he knew very well that someone like the blonde wasn't saying this because he wanted a lonesome life - his home wasn't his anymore, or was it? Of course it only followed that he went home for one specific thing. "Then what else would you call it?" That wasn't important anymore, not when he was already kissing and feeling up Richards skin and wondering how long he could take it until he just wanted to do something, anything, to him to feel better, to make them both feel elevated and ruin the fur they brought even more. Where was this going either way? The same old direction it came from in the first place? "I can? I didn't know that, but if you'd like me, maybe I will." What were Richards opening hours, though? Definitely not all day, everyday and most certainly not in the dead of the night when he was stonecold sober. "I like both, though." The new ones were softer, much more tender, much like this moment - it wasn't carnal or full of things that they wanted to do to one another, desperately and painfully fast. "Hm, how about we talk about this another time? I do enjoy this, here, and I'd not trade the moment for anything else." Richard could yell at him, pull at his hair, make him submit and call him a bitch at another point, but this wasn't it, he was very sure of that. "So that's a yes?", Yujin asked, chuckling, before he removed his mouth from Richards throat and kissed patches of skin around his collarbone, down to his stomach, inching further away from him, before looking up. "You're cold like that, aren't you?" Yujin went back up, so far that he could just look at Richards eyes. "I very much wouldn't mind that, but we'd have to look for something more sturdy during winter, a tent is hardly going to hold up ... what about we ... well, you don't want to share a house, but what if we try to make a little hut in the same forest as the hot spring I talked about earlier?" It was an escape of an escape, of some sorts. Yujin kissed Richard on the lips once more, a short peck, before pressing their foreheads together. "So? What will it be?"

"I'm not." Or was he? He was prone to overreactingt, as if everyone on this planet was just out to hurt him and maybe he was wrong, but didn't want to be, and had to accept that nothing in this life was going to get easier if he kept trying to hide himself, or trying to act like he was somebody that he hadn't been in a long time. Things happened for a reason was all they offered, but Yujin didn't think they did, or that it was some sort divine will - things happened because they all set themselves up for them, or were unlucky, but that was it, there was no divine intervention here and there most certainly was nothing going on for either of them in the first place. Once Richard disappeared, maybe he'd finally get him out of his head and try to love who he actually was supposed to - which most certainly wasn't a lost half-wolf that he kept tailing, just because. "Me being insufferable? Maybe I just like it when things are about me, but that hardly makes sense." Not when he was the one trying to make it all about Richard - or others - and try to integrate them into a society they hadn't been a part of. Was he overreacting, or was all of this just his kind of luck? Yujin didn't know, he didn't want to and he'd not figure it out anytime soon. "I don't think so. Seems like a hassle and I'd have to uphold family traditions." There were too many of those. "Meanie." Were they really having an affair? It seemed that way, even if Richard wasn't betraying anyone and Yujin was just trying to make things work out in that jumbled up head of his. How long until he'd finally lose his composure? Nobody knew for certain, yet he knew that nobody had asked him either way. "Probably." That was still something with feelings attached it, more than necessary. Most certainly, it was fine for them to love each other, or someone else, it wasn't just that they eventually should just do that, move on with their lives, but also that they'd enjoy themselves and the little things they had right now.

There was no need for them to unleash hell on themselves, to force one another to be something they weren't, just to have the perfect images in their head and the perfect appearance to pair with that - Yujin wanted none of that, he rather kissed every single spot on Richards skin that he could. "You're right ... but, I don't want to invade your private space. Besides, I don't want to bother you, either." That he didn't, but he often enough even failed that, especially now when he pressed another kiss to Richards lips. He wanted the blonde to just stay with him forever, even if they both knew that that was near impossible - and it wouldn't work out, either. "I like hearing your voice, no need to shut up." If he wanted Richard to actually shut it, he could still gag him with something, in fact, they had enough spare fabric lying around, but Yujin currently wanted none of that. "A deal, then." They were back at making those idiotic deals, back at square one, and that didn't feel so bad. Well, it somehow was akin to them running in circles, but there very much was worse than that, like having to say goodbye, or having to let go. "You're easier to keep warm than I thought, then.", he chuckled and gave him another kiss, a small one, as some sort of acknowledgment. "It could be a fun learning experience ... just for the two of us. And besides, we don't have to stay out there for weeks or months on end, we just can go there for a few days and once we're fed up, we can leave. That's not too bad ... right?" The wolf looked back in those by-now familiar eyes and smiled, even if it wasn't exactly easy to spot in here. "No need to rush, but I'm just asking if you want me to ... keep going? Or if you ... would want to propose something else?"

That ... did that even hurt? Yujin had said it himself and he only could chuckle about it, because Richard wasn't prone to disagreeing with the truth, which the wolf didn't want him to, either way. "Guess I'm the entitled, princely brat you saw in me after all." He could change that, but he already was keeping Richard as close as he oculd and now that he had him, he wouldn't just let him go when something occured, or if he were to change his mind. Richard was his and his alone, even when he'd never word it loike that - maybe he wouldn't like that, but Yujin couldn't care less, now that he marbled at him and wondered how much better it could get if he took as much as a glimpse at him, took in the view before him and was reminded of something that immediately made him blush, maybe even want to sputter some nonsense, but he refrained. That was just vile! Why was he thinking about that! He had been drunk when they had done that, this was completely different in the first place and it had no right to come to mind right now, not when they were having a moment! "I'd rather spare you the gist of it. Just some ... long-lived family traditions that go all the way back to hundreds of years ago. I'll tell you some other time." They hardly could talk about something that Yujin couldn't quite remember himself, and especially not if it included blood and guts, not during a moment like this. "That doesn't mean you can't be a meanie!"

Another one of their childish contests that, either way, would probably turn into a puff of smoke, not even in a second. Once they found themselves to be satisfied with what they had and with what the world offered them, they carefully would just pick each other apart until nothing remained, much like Yujin loved to do. "Everyone does, but you just seem like more of a loner than anyone else I know. I'm sorry." He liked Richard the way he was, but he wanted him around more often - especially when he could kiss him back, all soft, and would teach him silly things. By now, Yujin regretted not bringing oil, not making this trip about themselves, but more importantly than that, he regretted not doing this earlier. "Anything you want. It doesn't have to be anything worthwhile, either. I hardly can tell you to compliment me, there's no need to." Richard liked his eyes, or at least he found them better than all those wolf eyes that kept staring into his equally wolfish ones, that kept looking back at him, questioning him and the actions he chose to express himself and then, there he was - Yujin, who was nothing like that. "How about looking for one, then? I doubt we can just find a run down hut, but maybe we're in luck. And fixing some of it, given it's not completely broken, won't hurt anyone. What about that?" Silly requests often get awarded with silly answers, but that was fine - at least in theory, where there was nothing wrong with anything in the first place, either. They would live until they didn't, and that meant they had quite some time for each other - even if that timespan was as undefined as it could be. "You're strong and you want training, right? Chopping wood would help! And also that means I'd have to do it, too. Maybe not?", he said, chuckling, but he didn't mean it this time, he would help! Instead of thinking about all those arduous tasks some more, Yujin gave up and came closer, cuddled as close as he could, before he stole one more kiss. "So you want more kisses, despite owing me? ... Are you fine with owing me for a little while longer? If so, I can just keep kissing you. As much as you want, anywhere you want - you just have to say where."

"I'm pretty sure it's just you." He didn't care if Quan behaved like the goddamn mattress he was, or if someone like Yin were to sleep with somebody else - yet Richard was seemingly barred from doing anything, almost as if it would hurt Yujin to admit that none of this was in his control and that he was becoming like his father in the first place. No, he wasn't, he was just overwhelmed with having something that he didn't want to share and that was essentially why he sounded so dumbfounded while questioning himself, over and over again. "It's not exactly ... soft traditions. Actually, though, do you want to go watch the fireworks at the end of summer? That's always nice, and it's not like we can't see them from afar. That is a nice tradition." It was somewhat loud, yes, and the crackling colors illuminated the nightsky for only mere seconds, before they died out and disappeared forevermore, but it was something quite ghastly and beautiful to gaze at - something they could do at the outskirts of Silesse, just to get away from all the people that gathered every year, to be together with the ones they cherished, or reminisce about a year, long gone bye. "It's kind of silly, though. You're supposed to send off a small paperboat with your wishes on it, into the vast ocean." That was something that Richard could be interested in, right? But it was more of a thing lovers did, and they weren't ... right?

"You sure?", he questioned, once more. He hadn't meant to insult Richard, which he hopefully hadn't anyway, but knowing that was never easy, much like it was never easy to know what was going on inside of him. Yujin had known him for a while, had figured out some patterns, but not all of them and if he was terribly honest, he couldn't spend all year long trying to get the blonde, he just had to hope he already had at some point and was forgetting it for reasons not quite obvious to him. "Then I take it back, you can say whatever you want. Is that better?" Setting limitations rarely was good, but it also helped him laugh for a short while, finding it somewhat funny that Richard was overthinking all of this so much yet again. Did it make any striking difference for them in the first place? Rarely so. "Yes, but I can compromise ... and I'll not hurt myself!" Almost as if to shut Richard up, he gave him another kiss, more tender than the last one had been, but still somewhat forceful. It was as the world had found it to be - their place of solace, so far from here, out of grasp, but Yujin would make it work somehow, without hurting himself. Richard, on the other hand, was the one taking damage just from Yujin blabbering. "I know where anyway!", he teased, only to start kissing his way downwards again, even when Richard was finally hugging him back so nicely, in fact, he stopped. "Do you want to keep holding me or not?"

Expectations often led nowhere, even if there was only one place for them to go and Yujin was fairly certain that he was asking things of Richard that the blonde could hardly give him. Was he idolizing and romanticizing all of what they could have, or was it pure imagination that just served as a constant reminder of the fact that no matter what it was he tried, nothing would help either of them escape from their own misery? "You are, to me. That's reason enough, right?" Yujin had understood that idolizing somebody, whatever it was Richard or not, wasn't the smartest decision he could ever have made, but it was one that felt like it was enough for him to be happy. "They are amazing to watch, even if they aren't going to hold up for very long. Well, there's some time until the end of summer, but I'll make sure to pick you up and look for a nice spot to see them from beforehand ... unless you have one?" They didn't have to be anywhere near Silesse, they would still be able to spot them from miles away, but it was nothing more than a silessian tradition in the first place - one that probably represented a much more jovial attitude than they all actually really had. "They do, but it's something silly enough to try. Even if you don't take it seriously. We don't have to, though.", he explained between kisses. To Yujin, Richards skin was soft, not all the way through, but it still was something worth being obsessed over, absolutely.

"I know, but right now, we're kind of alone together." Which Yujin absolutely didn't mind, he was glad it wasn't just him out here, succumbing to one of his stupid ideas that had, without a doubt, sounded better in his head - but no, it was Richards stupid idea and Yujin was just the one that had to suffer through it with him, even if he greatly enjoyed it by now. "You're still hot, though.", he said, without adding much context to it, but ... what else was he supposed to say? He was trailing the blondes body downwards, and eventually he was locked in their nest or whatever they were to call it, at least when Richard tried to keep himself warm. Yujin took his time, kissing every spot that he passed, then moved downwards, then upwards to the same spot again and he bore a smile on his lips, one that Richard couldn't see, but maybe feel against his skin - all the reactions he could coax out of him were, without much of a doubt, fun ones and he wouldn't trade this experience for anything else, no. "I can see and feel that ... are you out of breath already?", he teased, he hadn't even gotten to the good part yet and that made him want to tease Richard even more, even when he wound up looking for his other hand to hold, that he eventually grabbed. "So? Anything you want to tell me?" Richard still had the choice to speak up, but if he didn't, Yujin would try to help ... a little.

"Would you care if I were one?", he tried to ask. Yujin was sceptical at best, but he wasn't even sure what he liked himself, often enough at least - in the end, he knew as little as the fact that he wanted Richard, enjoyed his presence and the nonsense that the two of them could spout at one another, but that was very much it. There was nothing else, nothing as unattainable as one might think it to be and there was the relization that nothing in this world was as unsightly as the two of them when they started their senseless, mindless banter about as many things as they could think of. "How about we find you a new one?", Yujin proposed. It wouldn't be too hard to find a nice, remote spot with a good view in Silesse, as much as it wasn't hard to live there without knowing anyone - Silesse wasn't a big city, at least by adrestian standards, but one thing that persisted was the fact that everyone rather kept to themselves than thinking too much about what others could want. Was that a selfish way of thinking? Probably, after all they had nothing they could do for themselves, for others or those that kept in touch with them, but there also was nothing besides just that - there wasn't much to share, aside from culture they all knew. "Hm, around a month from now? And no, maybe they do with places like Jehanna or Daein, they are further away from the tundra and have more seasons than ... winter and not as frigid winter, called summer." Silesse didn't need season, this was somewhat stupid and Richard hadn't said it, but he was right. "Pft, it's fine if you don't want to. I'm just saying it's part of the tradition."

Much like the last time, maybe he'd get Richard to just fall for it - now he wanted to do the coming of age ceremony as well, despite expressing that he absolutely didn't want any stupid silessian traditions to spend his freetime with. "Still don't like it?" What was it about his home that Richard hated so much? Yujin could only go figure, but he didn't figure out anything at all. He grew up in a heap of ice, he was an ice prince in the losest sense of the word, but he still couldn't put his finger on it. Instead, he did put his hands on Richards body, which somehow felt cold, even when he just had cuddled with him, even when they had wrapped themselves in furs - was he always this frigid? "Doesn't mean I couldn't see you before and I won't see you after." That was true, though, it was nice and warm under all that fur, and it was even nicer to get to kiss Richards body, worship it as it should be worshipped, and treat him as he should be treated, but Yujin also felt as if Richard could use the warmth more than him - yes, he always would. Holding Richards hand was nice, giving it a good squeeze - to assure he was still there and doing his duty, or whatever one would call it, just fine, but he avoided the obvious, like the tease he was, and instead wound up kissing Richards thighs, moving to the inside of them, the further down he inched with his entire body. "Mhm", he crooned, amused. "Like, what is it that you want from me, from your dear Yu?" Whatever it was, that was no proper way to adress oneself, but it was just the two of them - and Yu sounded better, didn't it?

"Then be glad I'm not, because I certainly don't enjoy getting my nose broken.", Yujin mused, with a grin on his lips, soon enough pressed against another patch of skin that he found and wanted to mark up as his own. None of Richard belonged to him, not even a single thing, aside from the occasional thought, probably, and he had come to terms with that, was accepting that none of this was going to go into any direction he wanted to in the long run - Richard had made that painfully clear, even if he knew himself that he was only grasping at straws and trying his best to understand so many things that were coming his way when he had barely asked for them. Was all of this an act of rebellion or of self-love, of self-expression that he found himself robbed off, or was it just that the blonde stranger had seemed to be the best way out of any misery he could have found himself in? The wolf didn't want to know, not at this point when he already knew the answer well enough. "It won't be, I promise." That was, if he actually remembered to take Richard for the fireworks that day ... should he tell someone? Should he jot it down somewhere, where he'd be reminded of it every single day until it actually happened? If he was lucky, he'd just remember it. "Autumn? I haven't heared that word in a while, but we don't use it in Silesse. It's just cold and dark all year round." That sounded more depressing than he wanted it to be, but it was the truth. "That's fine, me either."

Everything he could wish for was something he'd never hold onto, something he'd not understand in the end and as soon as he spoke it aloud, everyone would know except from him, all those words would escape him and Yujin would find out that no matter what he tried, he only hurt himself, painfully often. "You still are kind of a loner, but I can't blame you. Actually, my bedframe has curtains, so it should be fine if I close them, should you ever stay over, right? They aren't sheer, so nobody can spy on us." If Richard was desperate for a boundary, he'd get one - Yujin wouldn't want to fail at providing safety for the blonde, neither did he want to be the one that dragged him somewhere where he didn't want to be. Given, the wolf rarely had an idea where Richard wanted to be, but once he thought he'd figured it out, he'd already brought him there either way. He dragged the fingers of his free hand over different parts of Richards upper body, all the while his mouth kept kissing Richards inner thighs - even more so, now that he was reassured that it felt nice, however, he'd gotten no answer, not a single viable one in that regard, which was why he kept going anyway, before he started to slightly bite and suck on a few spots in a nonsensical pattern, before peppering them with kisses of their own. "I'm glad you like it." There was no need to rush, they had all the time in the world, and he hoped Richard thought so as well. They did, who would disturb them out here, in the dead of the night? "I wouldn't mind doing this more often.", Yujin commented, as he went on and gave Richards hand another squeeze, just to bring the other down and push his legs slightly apart - just to get better access to other spots on his thighs.

"Didn't you already ask me if I was a masochist? I might as well be one, or maybe I just like your presence." Yujin didn't find himself to be the most likable and agreeable person at all times, neither was Richard, but just like the wolf, the half-sheep had his own charm, even if it was hard to put into words what exactly it was. In fact, the wolf could barely say he liked the blonde for who he was, he doubted he genuinely, actually did - it was like saying he liked the peel of an orange, when he - factually - liked the fruit that lay within, but still, an orange peel was nothing when compared to Richard, who seemed to be quite the though nut to crack. Why was that, though? All those things that he could be, Richard seemingly forfeited for no real favor and Yujin was not by any means equipped to judge him or the things he did, not even when he thought about it for much more than a mere second - he was not able to critize or judge someone that had gone through much more trouble than he ever had, which probably was why he focused on the task at hand, on the fact that he was the one painting a canvas, if only losely, with the utmost care, mapping out what areas were his, while burying his face between the blondes legs. Yujin was sure that, if Richard wanted to, be probably could just wrap his legs around his head and force him to do his bidding, but there was no need to, not when one hand still looked for more skin, more spots to explore that felt cold and warranted some warmth. "Maybe I can try and brighten them just a little bit for you? Not that I like the dark myself all that much." Still, the darkness that surrounded him often felt comforting, if only for a split second of time before it got overwhelming and swallowed him whole. Was Yujin really who he thought he was?

"Did she? Then she spied intentionally. Trust me, you could scream all the air out of your lungs and nobody would even hear it." Wasn't Ruoxe just the nosiest little brat? Yujin was sure that he came after their father in more than one aspect, but those thoughts were quickly discarded and thrown under the table, especially when Richard made himself some room under all the fur. Why couldn't they stay like this forever? The wolf wouldn't mind, yet, their days couldn't consist of lounging and sleeping, that didn't seem like a viable strategy at all and they still needed some form of nutrition, which also meant leaving their pile of fur and the tent. "You?", he asked, not stopping, yet, he hadn't quite picked up on what was going on to begin with - was Richard not in the mood anymore? Had he taken too long? Yujin wasn't sure what it was, but he was overthinking right now - he was doing good, judging by the reactions that the blondes body gave him, but his voice and mind seemed to be stuck on a different path. "Why?", he asked dumbfounded and actually considered stopping dead in his tracks to crawl back up and just kiss Richard on his sweet lips, until he didn't have enough air to think about stupid things like that, but it seemed as if that would break the immersion even more, which was probably why Yujin remained where he was and bit Richards thigh just a bit harder than before, to snap him out of it. Pain was not a good substitute for any feeling, but it distracted, and the bite was not bound to leave behind any lasting damage aside from some dents that his teeth left, yet, even those would be gone soon enough. "What makes you think that? Didn't you say this felt nice? You're making no sense, silly. Want me to do more and talk less?"