bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

Everyone had their own reasons for a plethora of different things - Yujin wasn't supposed to judge them, or dig deeper when all they talked about was Richards family, no. Ever single time that he'd asked too much, it'd been at the wrong time and all he did was cause pain to someone he held incredibly dear. Surely, he could have come up with a ton of excuses for his behavior - and yet, they weren't worth anything, never had been, to be exact and he also knew that Richard wasn't stupid - and Yujin wasn't one for lies, at least most of the time. "In the end, only he knows.", he answered, swiftly, willing to let the current topic of conversation go for something more pleasant, something both of them were able to enjoy instead. The past was just that, yet, if someone found themselves unable to let go, it was best to not pester them about it, as it would lead nowhere. "I can run after you, even if you'd take off, you know? My leg is fine." That, however, was a lie on his own part - it never would be fine, that much was clear, and the fact that he hadn't ran off himself was because this damned thing was still hurting, despite the medicine he'd taken; the pain was dull, nothing that'd stop him from going out, but annoying enough to hinder him from actually having some sort of stupid, childish fun. "What I'm saying is, I like holding your hand, but if you'd rather play games, I'd not complain." Silessian nights were long, always had been, always would be - and the darker it got, the colder it was, which was very much the reason for all the layers they were wearing. Locking out the cold was one thing, inviting it in another and Yujin wasn't sure if he actually wanted to go for a frigid swim today, given both of their circumstances - risking it wasn't on his agenda, but he'd see whatever else would happen eventually.

"Like, appease him and hope for the best? That never helped, even before you came here. But I wouldn't mind waiting, it doesn't have to be tomorrow. And besides, the upcoming winter is long, cold and lonely - we'll have plenty of opportunities to go out and look for a warmer place!", Yujin laughed, overjoyed at the thought itself. There were so many more things out there he wanted to see, that he wanted to show Richard as well and if they actually found time, maybe they could actually put up a small hut among all the green grass they'd find, poking out from beneath patches of melting snow and ice. "Maybe I'll tell you if it comes true." And if it didn't, that would mean ... Richard wouldn't be here to hear it anyway. It was silly, and the wolf shook his head in response to the thought alone. "Actually, no. Not that kind of wet anyway. But you aren't opposed to it, right?" Richard wasn't going to take a swim, Yujin would make sure of that and not hold onto him, somehow, some way, or something like that - they'd doom themselves like that. Instead, he came closer to Richard, now that he'd sat down next to him - hopefully he wasn't the only one enjoying it. "True, you didn't. But I guess ... no, nevermind." He just wanted to prove that he was right, didn't he? There was silence for a while, long enough for him to wonder what was happening - why he was so clingy, why he didn't want to let go and when the fireworks would actually start, but none of that was important right about now. "A present for me?", he asked, flabberghasted as he looked over to the blonde. "Isn't that supposed to be my line? ... I have one for you as well, but it ... comes with a precondition. I'd trade it for yours, though." Richard would never say yes to his assinine request and still, Yujin smiled like the idiot he was - he'd never hear the end of it if his object of affection were to open it now; that was fine, though.

Yujin was hitting all the wrong topics now, almost as if it were a retribution for doing fine for the last week, but he didn't want it to be, he wanted to enjoy the fireworks and he wanted to spend as much time with Richard as possible, without thinking about what would happen eventually. It still felt weird, considering they were sitting out here and just talking, waiting for something to happen and even if Yujin tried to shake that weird feeling off, something wasn't right and it would probably come to bite him in the ass not long after. Had he done something wrong? No, that wasn't it. "Am I? I feel fine. And even if I am limping, I could still ... no, I probably couldn't. It'll take forever until I can outrun you, I don't have the stamina for it." It happened before, Yujin knew that, but it was odd - his head felt strangely clear and those incidents felt more graspable than ever, as if they were closer than before, not pushed to the back of his mind or completely forgotten. What was the reason for that? The last time he checked, he hadn't made a deal with the devil and therefore, there was just one explanation for it, wasn't there? "Oh. But you don't need a hand right now, do you? Well, aside from the obvious.", the wolf admitted, embarrassed that he didn't think that through. Didn't it hurt? Did Richard want to put his hurt arm onto something, elevate it maybe? They could build something like an armrest out of snow for sure. "I'll write it down, just to be sure. Come to think of it, I wrote down an embarrassing amount of stuff already.", Yujin calmly admitted, joking about it despite meaning it. There were enough things he didn't want to forget, yet couldn't retain, and he jotted all of them down, just to be safe, just to have somewhere to go back to if his memory failed him, but he had that book nowhere near him ... or was it more than one? He couldn't recall that, wasn't sure, but it didn't matter tonight. "You can be quite dense, huh? All jokes aside, our clothes will probably be kind of wet if we sit out here for hours on end, that's what I meant." That he did, for once not having an ulterior motive - but now that he gave it a thought, he hardly ever had an ulterior motive besides making Richard happy, even if it backfired a good amount of times before, this here was different, or so he wanted to believe, simply because there was something in the air that he couldn't quite grasp just yet.

Richards hand was gone from his own soon enough and he wondered what would happen next, why the suspsense was rising and why his heart started pounding; Yujin was an idiot, through and through, maybe an embarrassed one as well. Then, he couldn't stop grinning. "A knife? Wasn't that your fathers gift to you? I'm pretty sure I gifted you some neckerchiefs. Who's forgetful now?", he teased instead, taking the mix-up with good humor. Yujin places his own hands on the present he was receiving, taking it in his lap and carefully untying all the leather strands to reveal ... some fur? It was hard to tell in all the darkness out here, but it was seemingly white and soft to the touch - was that bear fur? Seemingly so, which henceforth prompted Yujin to prod the object and eventually take it out of his packaging, before something fell into his lap as he held the pillow against wherever he thought he'd find a lightsource. Then, he picked up what had fallen into his lap and figured out it was ... a scarf? Soft laughter emitted from his lips as he stashed the pillow away and put the scarf on. This was marvelous to say the least, and they both were so very soft! "Thank you, Richard. These are great. With a pillow like that I'm bound to have a good nights sleep, and the scarf will keep me warm! But .. you really didn't have to, you know?" Yujin leaned over, offering Richard a shy peck on his cheek before scuttling back to his former seat. So Richard was unable to think about what he wanted to do with the fur for himself after all, huh? Then, he was rummaging through his clothes to procure his own present. It was smaller than Richards by far, but it was also hidden away in an intricate wooden box with miscellaneous carvings on all sides, adorning even the tiniest of corners. What lay within was something so silly, Richard would probably toss it away the moment he opened the box, which also prompted Yujin to grab Richards hand and place the box within it. "This is ... silly, but listen. I don't know when you leave, I don't know when I have the opportunity to give you this if I keep it now, so I want you to have it. Hold onto it and take it with you, but for the love of whatever you believe in, don't open it until you're far away, alright?", Yujin asked of Richard, still grinning at him like and idiot and closing the blondes fingers around the present, as if he wanted to force him to accept it, without being able to say no in the first place. What lay within the package would probably be obvious to anyone who grew up around here, judging by the way it was packaged alone, but he didn't need to spell it out, not tonight and not for anyone.

"I did?", he asked, confused once more - that was something he couldn't recall, yet, maybe Richard was right and he'd indeed spouted nonsense like that, given the fact that oftentimes, Yujin wasn't even sure what he was doing himself or why he was doing it. What was the right answer, then? Probably the one Richard had for him and spoke aloud with confidence that the wolf wanted to have as well. All of that, however, was merely an assumption and a faraway dream, after all, he knew well enough that whatever he was going to try, it wouldn't lead anywhere once he forgot about his original goal. "Do you want to hold mine, then?", he asked, but he would leave the choice itself to Richard, knowing fairly well that whatever was happening didn't matter much - the night was young, the fireworks were probably about to start and still, he wouldn't want any of this any other way; he couldn't hope for much more than the things he already was so painfully aware of anyway. "Both, but mostly you and the things I do with you. I want to remember them just like that, but oftentimes, some things just ... don't stick, and I don't want you to remember all those things for me.", Yujin mumbled, quite defeated in fact, knowing all too well that he couldn't just bring a book somewhere and browse it like an encyclopedia whenever he felt like he should remember something about Richard. Maybe training his memory was a better choice. "I beg to differ, but we'll see." Yujin cuddled into the scarf once more, swiftly repackaging the pillow lest it got wet and then he wasn't sure if he wanted to cuddle up to Richard or leave it be, for a matter of fact.

Somehow, he just liked sitting here without a care in the world, talking away about things that had passed and wondering whatever or not he was doing the right thing by staying so close, unwilling to accept any form or kind of defeat in the first place. "Don't sweat it." And for once, Yujin had beaten Richard to it, remembered more than he had and understood more than the blonde could, yet, he wouldn't blame him for it. Forgetting something was natural and nothing out of the ordinary after all, that much was painfully clear. "Regardless, thank you. I really like it!", he chuckled, and he did mean it. Another pillow for a sea of pillows, yet, this one was special, different even - and Yujin would cherish it, just like the scarf that probably would come in handy whenever he fled the castle during a snowstorm and made his way to the hut. That'd be fun as well, especially when they were snowed in and he had all the time in the world to annoy Richard, or rather spend time with him, and Yujin couldn't wait for it to happen - in fact, he couldn't wait for winter to happen, that was. Yujins gaze wandered back to the horizon, patiently waiting for any kind of firework that was bound to happen sooner than later. "It's a parting gift. And as much, as I'd like to see your reaction, it's better if you open it on your own. And besides, I can't keep you here forever anyway, that's just wishful thinking, so I might as well just give you something for your journey, right? ... But that's not important, we still have plenty of time together.", he explained, looking almost apologetical and scratching the back of his head as if he was embarrassed by the things he'd just spat out. "That aside, what would happen if I ..." If he what? Tickling Richard basically anywhere was out of question - the skin on his throat was pretty much dead, his side was injured and Yujin couldn't fathom where that injury was under all those clothes. Just as he was waffling about it, there was loud crackling on the horizon however - the fireworks had started and the wolf was instantly mesmerized as soon as they came into his field of vision.

Whatever Yujin had been thinking about suddenly seemed distant, whisked away with the rest of his worries as his gaze was suddenly glued onto the colors that lit up the nightsky, that crackled for only one minute and then disappeared, fading over a short amount of time. It was enough to take in, to remember for a while, but in the end, fireworks were just that: Short excitement, and if one were to think too much about either of them, it would almost be as if their relationship was akin to that, sizzling out eventually - only persisting for a short amount of time, and Yujin was the one that didn't want to let go and tried to prolong it. None of that mattered tonight, to Yujin it almost was like if the sudden surge of excitement, the childlike glee that washed over him in waves, meant nothing more than the fact that he'd been wrong all along, that none of this was a parting, some sort of odd goodbye that he'd simply misunderstood before. In fact, like this, out here, when mostly the faint glow of the rising moon and those bright fireworks illuminated his face - up here, in the middle of nowhere - he felt as if the world lay at his feet and if anything, he was to make it a more enjoyable place, not only for himself, but Richard as well. For a moment, he was captured by what he was looking at - by a display so shortlived, yet so bright, he couldn't help but wonder what the lightning blooms in the sky were meant to be. "Richard, look, aren't they beautiful?", he chuckled, not even once looking at the blonde up until now, who had his eyes fixated on him instead, not what he was actually supposed to see.

Wasn't that weird? Whatever or not it truly was, it hardly mattered to either of them at this point - Yujin enjoyed the view he'd gotten, moreso because he was to share it with someone he held so very dear to his heard, he'd no longer be able to think about letting him go just about anywhere if this went on; Yujin didn't want Richard to leave, had made it painfully clear to himself and probably the blonde as well, but part of growing up was to accept that sometimes, the gods didn't play in ones favor and seemingly had different plans. What did he want, then? He couldn't leave, he'd only be a bother on whatever journey Richard had to undertake and it was an understatement to claim that he wasn't ready to do something like that - he couldn't even spend two nights out in the wilderness without fearing that something would happen. "Forget what?", he teased, coming ever closer to someone that couldn't take his eyes off of him - and if that was the case, maybe the fireworks weren't important, weren't on Richards mind all the time and weren't actually what he thought about. Of course, it could also mean that Richard had just ... "See something you like?", the wolf giggled instead and he was, quite frankly, enjoying himself much more than he should be. There wasn't much out here, and while the bedazzling fireworks were still going, with no signs of stopping, Yujin brought his face up to that of the blonde, smiling coyly. Asking Richard never led anywhere, it would only embarrass or annoy him, which was why he looked for the blondes hand, grabbed it, and leaned forward to kiss him instead. "If I kiss you. That's what I wanted to ask."

Fireworks were lovely, for many more reasons than just that they were nice to look at an Yujin had to admit that he'd not have wanted it any other way - being up here, away from other people, was actually so much more enjoyable and sticking close to Richard suddenly felt like it was a given, not something he'd have to shyly ask for and be sneaky about. No one could see and if the wolf had to make up his mind, he'd have to admit that whatever had gotten into the blonde was kind of weird, even though he liked it and couldn't help himself but wonder if this would be happening regularly from now one. It was nice, as much as the kiss he received in return was, and it also was nice to imagine the slight blush on Richards already sort of rosy face - something that was only undermined by the sudden stammering that came from the blondes lips. Yujin couldn't help but giggle, probably much like some sort of hopelessly infatuated girl that had the chance to cling close to her almost oblivious crush, with the slight difference that neither of them seemingly were oblivious to the crush they had on one another and both of them weren't exactly girls either. "Cat got your tongue?", he inquired instead, but that was very much it. Tonight wasn't about teasing Richard, it hardly ever was - it was about making both of them feel at home, or at least some sort of comfortable, with whatever Yujin had at his disposal to begin with.

Whatever should he do? There was nothing he could think about for now, nothing that made much sense, not with whatever happened at the horizon and disturbed the darkness of the night, illuminating both of them just momentarily in different hues, before fading out of existence and being replaced with another one. The crackling didn't sound too bad and it would've been a lie if he didn't sneak some looks at Richard himself, even if he only now watched the fireworks. Didn't they both like looking at each other just a bit too much? "No snarky remarks today?", Yujin teased instead, but he knew that it didn't matter - it never did, he always pushed forward even if Richard was the one protesting for whatever reason, wasn't it? "Maybe I should just start asking less questions and doing more stuff, that way you'd not be able to get mad at me!" That, however, was more of a joke than anything and his tone of voice indicated as much. Doing anything beyond kissing, out here no less, felt kind of odd, however - the thought alone was weird - and still, he felt like pressing at least some of those buttons he usually desperately looked for, just because. He kissed Richard on his lips again, knowing fully well that he had wanted to look and obsess over something else just for one night, but alas, keeping his damn hands to himself proved difficult, even in a situation like this, even if he wasn't fumbling with clothing to begin with, but much rather was trying to find a good way to put at least one arm around the blonde in some sort of weird hug without touching where it hurt, or putting too much pressure on the others body. His kissing was far from shy at this point, if only because he already was looking for a spot on Richards throat that he could kiss without a piece of fabric in the way.

Was there much to lose in the first place? No, there never had been and the stakes were at an all time low as well. Whatever or not he clinged to Richard tonight didn't matter, he'd eventually leave and then he'd not be able to see him again for a while, even though he was tired of living under his fathers thumb and doing nothing much in the first place. There was hardly anything he could attempt to do, with all of his efforts being fruitless in the first place - up until now anyway, after all, something seemed to change and whatever it was, there was no denying that he disliked any of this. Factually, he'd much rather have Richard act like this all the time, as silly as it sounded, not because he hated who he usually was, but rather because it was easier to interact with him if he was anything like this - if he'd been remotely like this before, who knew, maybe they'd have had more time to spend together, less time to convince one another, but ... that sounded sillier than ever. Yujin was, if anything, in love with who Richard was and even if that changed overtime, even if he welcomed the change, he'd still have stuck to him if it had turned out different - at least he'd like to believe that. "Well, for the record, I like looking at you a lot more.", he hurriedly admitted. Whatever Yujin was looking for, whatever it was love or something else, he was hellbound on getting it from Richard, lest he'd not want it from anyone at all and that only meant that he had to try harder if he wanted him to stick around.

That, in itself, sounded stupid, too, tough, stupid enough to make him consider leaving hickeys all over the blonde, to bite down on patches of skin that weren't his to claim and that had long lost any kind of feeling, but that was also about everything he could do. His fingers were too cold to put them somewhere beneath Richards clothing, much like his nose was too cold to bury it against the blondes neck, but all of that was hardly important when he peppered every patch of skin that he could access like this in kisses, when he dropped in the occasional bite that meant nothing beyond the fact that he liked how this was playing out, that he liked giving all of his attention to someone that maybe wasn't even savoring it, but Yujin hardly cared, he never had, never would. "That's alright.", he commented instead, watching the blonde shift around to acommodate him and the fact how much closer and personal all of this got. The wolf didn't want to take any piece of clothing off of Richard, didn't want to let go of his hand either and mainly used both of his legs to prod himself up, all the while his mouth moved past the neckerchief that seemingly was only in his way. "And it'd be a lie if I'd claim that I didn't like touching you a lot more than I like looking at you.", he admitted, almost ashamed, but it was like that, there was nothing to change that. Usually, he'd run his mouth without ever stopping or considering to what he was saying, but for now, he was silent, enjoying the warmth that ran through his own body and his heart that pounded in his own chest. "How about we do something else for old times sake? You don't have to throw me into the sea for that one ..."

Describing situations as miniscule was one thing, but for whatever reason, this one felt much bigger than it had to be - Yujin liked the thought of staying out here, even if it was just for a while, and cuddling ever closer. They both wore what felt like twenty layers, even if it probably was hardly four, but Yujin was used to that; for as much as he claimed his body could take the cold, he was wearing enough layers to keep just about anyone warm. What caused the sudden surge of heat in his body, however, wasn't exactly his clothing or the faint, pinkish glow that had settled on his face, but rather Richard, who he'd have fumbled out of at least one or two layers under normal circumstances. "I know.", he answered, none the wiser that the blonde would be here just for a moment more and then phase out of his life like he'd never been there, leaving no traces and no explanation that the wolf hadn't already heard somewhere. Not that it mattered tonight, for Yujin, all of this was so far away, weeks or months, maybe even a year from now - he didn't have the slightest clue, not when he felt Richards hand on his chin, or their gazes locked with one another. If anything, it just reminded him of the talk they once had had, maybe even more than once, about how they both had what the other desperately wanted - a set of normal eyes, beautiful eyes in fact, that fit Richard so well, Yujin could've kept looking at them forever, even when he haphazardly remembered that he was holding Richards uninjured arm and was about to say something, just before a kiss shut him up and he closed his eyes for a moment.

All the worries he previously didn't voice and the stuff he didn't want on his mind either were gone by now, Yujin desperate to return the kiss, yet gasping for air once Richard had shuffled his position around and pulled away. Yujin took a breather, not for long, though, not when he eventually chased after Richard, wanted more than he already had and he wasn't sure how much more he would get; it was cold out here, even more so for his other half, but that didn't mean that things couldn't change. Who knew? "I know that, too. Feels like we've done everything in the book before, huh?", he expressed as soon as he pulled his own lips away again, deliberately staying close, just in case someone else wanted more of something that he could have whenever he liked, given the fact that Yujin was someone that hardly ever said no to something. The hand on his cheek felt comforting for whatever odd reason, something he brushed off and instead leaned into, not with pressure, not by letting his head rest against the obviously injured limb, but by softly brushing his lips against it as he shifted his head a bit and kissing the palm, ever so softly, his gaze still resting on Richard, who had definitely seen something he liked before. "Oh, you know. The usual.", he proposed, sounding less embarrassed than just about any other time. That was who he was, huh? Quite the troublemaker, and if anything, the source of Richards constant annoyance. Yujin put his free hand on the one resting on his face, and gently traced it up, all the way to Richards shoulder, not lingering anywhere for long, in fear of inflicting pain, before brushing over the blondes back. The other one squeezed the blondes hand gently, seemingly not willing to let go. "Want your other hand back?" Wasn't hand-holding their thing, though? Suddenly, however, Yujin had quite the stupid idea - which seemed to be nothing new, never had, never would be, but it was worth a shot, right? "You can sit on my lap if that makes things easier." And with that, he moved his own hand to the small of Richard back, giving him a gentle push into the right direction.

Yujin didn't want to share Richard, he never had, even if he wondered if it was selfish to do so - all he had done was look at his fellow wolf and decide that he'd much rather lose himself in him, not give him to anybody else and for the lack of a better word, for the lack of more knowledge, he had to admit that, he had forsaken himself, doomed himself to the realization that he had fallen for someone that didn't want to voice the simplest of his thoughts, to admit that they both had done the same. Whenever Yujin thought about it, he didn't know whatever or not he should laugh or cry about it, didn't know if he should come clean and force Richard to make a decision, yet, he didn't have to - he had accepted that things weren't always going to go his way, or anyones, no. Instead, he welcomed all that he got, all the kisses the he seemingly wanted to return, leaving no room for air or even words, aside from the few that spilled from their lips. Honesty was, what Yujin valued, to be frank and it would never be any different from that, even if he deluded himself often enough. "How about we take a boat trip out of Silesse? You did mention that ages ago.", he chuckled, and he wasn't even sure where that came from - he just recalled that Richard had asked him ages ago whatever or not he'd left this frozen hellhole before, but Yujin didn't have a concrete answer for him, he never did. However, Richard was right. "Who knows how many more months it'll be. But I'll be there for you." It had been a while since he'd arrived here, but nothing out of the ordinary, not a long abount of time that Yujin would have easily let slide - no, it had only been a short few months and thinking about that made him wonder why, or how this was happening in the first place; he'd never asked about details, he didn't care much for them, instead he wanted to drown out all those stupid thoughts and kissed Richard, searched for a reason to kiss him back and stop him from talking, not because he loathed it, but rather because he didn't want to think about eventualities tonight.

"Well, whenever we meet up, the chances that we'll sleep with each other is ... actually quite high.", he chuckled, almost apologetical, now that Richard was sitting on his lap and he thought about all the logistics that entailed. There'd be snow in Richards soft hair, probably, and they'd make a mess of the snow - the pale, partially rough and scarred skin would grow colder the moment Yujin peeled him out of those layers that separated their bodies from touching one another; maybe the top layers could stay on, just this once. "I figured, and I'm sure you'd like to do something." Richard was the one that was horrible at keeping his hands to himself, but Yujin liked the appreciation, the fact that he was wanted, that a pair of desperate hands wasn't looking for something to hold onto but much rather for something to touch, to desecrate and make his own - it'd be a lie tho say that Yujin didn't like any and all marks that Richard could leave on his body. "I never said that. You're pretty hot, though, desperate or not.", he commented, being granted what he wanted. Having to look ever so slightly upward from down here made him appreciate the view more, the golden locks that kept falling into Richards face and the hair that had grown so much longer since he first got here; and the sight itself was mesmerizing enough for Yujin to lose it just for a second, before he put his hand on the nape of Richards neck to guide him downwards ever so slightly, just to kiss him again. One of his hands found its way to the sash that was tightly wrapped around Richard to keep all of those clothes in place, yet only rested there, instead of fumbling with it. He felt at peace out here, there was nothing but the drowned out sound of fireworks that were still going off and the crashing waves that were way too far away from them to begin with - it was almost serene. "Whatever you want or can think of. I can't really carry you anywhere, but I doubt you want to leave already?" One of them had a fucked up arm, the other one a fucked up leg - what came next, the opposite?

Yujin had no idea, he never had - there was no definite timeline of what happened when in his head, much like he couldn't quite recall why he was remembering most of this in the first place and why it happened now, too. There were only so many questions he could ask either of them, as much as there only were so many answers that he could give to both Richard and himself. That, in turn, only meant that it would get more confusing from here on out. "Uhhh, good question. I don't know why, but my head feels ... a lot clearer, kind of? For the past few days at least." Under any normal circumstances, the chances of Yujin remembering just about anything were quite slim, if not completely unlikely. Why, though? He'd be lying if he claimed that he didn't like being fully aware of what had happened before, yet, it just felt weird to him. "No, but we can figure that out before we leave the harbor, right? What about you, though? Maybe I can ask someone to show us.", Yujin mumbled, placing his formerly free, now occupied hand on Richards hips to keep him where he was, just to let his other one fumble with the sash. This was, what he'd wanted to do before and Richard wasn't stopping him, which wasn't anything new in this case - never had been, never would be, no matter what Yujin would come up with. Instead, Yujin felt like he wanted to be closer, still, even if there was no way to do so.

A kiss shut him up from saying anything more, one that he didn't want to end, even when Richard pulled away; chasing after him seemed to be Yujins thing, regardless of what was happening, or when it was happening - it just transpired and he didn't take much note of it until it did, usually at the very least. "I felt like I should. Not for any particular reason." It never was, not when Yujin was grinning like an idiot and he had to admit that he did it all the time around Richard, not so much when he was by his lonesome or around just anybody else. For whatever reason, Richard was ... well, what was Richard to him? Too much for such a short period of time they spent together, that much was for certain already, but everything else blurred the line. "That's fine by me, I wouldn't want it any other way." And that he didn't, even when he was fumbling with some fabric right now and actually pressing some kisses to Richards clothed throat - he didn't mind that he was actually unable to reach beneath and he didn't need to take the neckerchief off, not when something else was going to come loose eventually and Richard would probably wish he never agreed to letting Yujin fumble around. "Me. I'm always desperate for you. That's what you want to hear, right?" And even if it wasn't, the wolf had blurted it out between kisses, whatever it meant their lips meant or not, or if he was using his teeth deliberately to softly bite whatever spot on Richards throat that he could find. "I'm glad you like it, then ... nobody comes here, so we can do whatever we want.", he explained, only to finally rid Richard of his sash, to realize how hard and heavy his heart was pounding when he slid one of his arms under one, and then another layer, wrapping it around Richard, to keep him close - and maybe touch his ass, just for the fun of it. "There's hardly anything I like more than being with you.", he mused, speaking into patches of Richards skin instead, just before he took another kiss that he'd otherwise have demanded. Whatever would he do if Richard wasn't here anymore?

There was too much to think about, too much to consider and Yujin had long cast all of that aside, didn't want to think about it just one more time, no - Richard might be right about what he was saying and Yujin might be wrong to dismiss him like that, yet, there was nothing he wanted to do about that, at the very least not tonight. "So it's either constant pain in my leg or garbage memory? I think I'd take the leg.", he murmured into the kiss, fleeing from the topic at hand, not encouraging any more dialogue. If this persisted, maybe he could remember to just not take any more medication that he was offered, leave behind the icy castle, or anything of the sort - he was an adult, according to all that he had done, so it was only right to behave like one, to act upon his own decisions and not wait for someone else to make them for him. "Tough luck for both of us then, huh?", he grimaced, knowing fully well that they both needed someone to guide them through everything, then - just once, or maybe twice, so they could go on their little trip without causing any problems for themselves. Did that change anything? No, he'd eventually be locked up again, just like Richard predicted, because freedom seemingly had a price and was only ever granted to him if he behaved. Yujin didn't realize how much he hated all of this until it had been pointed out to him, what a pain in the ass he'd have to be.

He liked the hand that soon rested in his hair, that pulled him closer and promised him another kiss soon after. It didn't matter if they were obsessed with being close to one another or having nothing more besides one another at their side, they always seemed to gravitate back to one another - and they did, wanting more and more, even as the wolf moved away from the lips that he'd not gotten enough of. Richard leaned back ever so slightly, probably putting a strain on his scar, which Yujin didn't quite approve of, yet, his head was somewhere else entirely and his teeth were busier than ever, as if he had to prove to Richard that he could leave a myriad of hickeys just because - that he didn't need anything to make it official when he could just claim the blonde as his own. "You didn't make me, don't worry. I say what I like, even if you don't want to hear it." Proclamations of love, for example, weren't Richards favorite thing in the world - in fact, if Yujin had to guess, it was the one thing that the blonde wolf didn't want to hear from him, never, not once, but he'd uttered them at least once, maybe twice, hadn't he? "Yes, anything. Just say the word and I'll be happy to oblige as long as it is something I can do." Were it to be something Yujin wanted, it'd be this, but also something else - nothing he dared speaking of. He felt as if he was mile-high, all of him which felt previously cold was warm and cozy now and Richard was the one that incited all of this - the one that made his heart pound and his head fuzzy, feeling full of cotton, even though Yujin was the one that started all of this, that just fumbled with the blondes clothes, rather than his own, giving in to the occassional kiss that he felt like he needed. A whine escaped his lips, not because Richard was shifting around, but rather because of what he was doing. "You're the desperate one.", he declared - he hadn't even undone his own sash at this point and instead wanted another kiss, pressing himself against Richard as best as he could like this.