bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

One more kiss, and then one more - Yujin wanted nothing more than Richard and it had become painfully apparent a long time ago. If he were to give it a serious thought, he'd have to admit that he was sort of obsessed with the blonde who seemed so much more free than he was, able to spread whatever imaginary wings he had in whatever direction that he could and they couldn't keep him here, bound to the ground that he stood on, forever. Where was he to go? Somewhere, without Yujin, who had to get his mind out of the gutter and admit that all of this was happening because he wanted it to, because he sort of had led Richard on and they both were now doing so much more than just looking out for one another. "Not tonight, that's too much.", he insisted. Yujin wanted nothing more than to be close to Richard tonight and for whatever reason, that entailed devoting all his time to the blonde and wincing every so often when he felt teeth on his lips, not because it hurt, but rather because he never expected it - but he leaned in every single time, couldn't help but wonder if any of this was happening because he had pushed enough of Richards buttons for the night, or because he couldn't keep those damn hands to himself. He didn't want to let go. Hungry was an understatement for both of them, however - their kisses seemingly grew messier and messier, with more tongue and teeth and saliva than before, but they hardly cared.

Yujin wouldn't mind if this was going on forever, if he could just be with Richard like this until tomorrow, but it'd be to cold to spend the entire night out here, hardly wrapped in their own clothing, busy playing around with one another and doing everything imaginable. There was nothing more than he wanted, though, and if it wasn't for that, he wanted to go somewhere where they'd be on their own, still - which meant nowhere near the castle. "I know, I don't mind. Honestly, though, I can hardly resist you - but I don't need to tell you how hot you are, or how much I like you, when I can just show you." Getting away from the blonde at this point was impossible, not when he was already pulling him closer as soon as he even tried to shy away, not when they were kissing constantly and anyone who'd see them would think they'd completely lost their minds out here, tasting some sort of odd drug - but no, that was hardly the case. If anything, Yujin was - ashamedly so - drunk on love, with a head full of cotton and a heart that was trying to escape his ribcage right at this very moment, sending a shiver down his spine, all the way through his body was Richards warm breath hit his ear, with words that he'd not expected, that made uncomfortable warmth spread through his body, giving him goosebumps. What the hell was Richard on? "Daring, are we? And what are you going to do if I tell you I hardly can do anything out here?", he chuckled, pulling Richard closer with one arm that he wrapped around his hips by now, before reaching into the blondes pants - but not his underwear - and palmed him through it, coyly kissing him as a defense maneuver. "And you're the one with a hard-on." If anything, Richard was out of his mind today - and Yujin handed that right back to him with an awfully slow kiss, all the while he was rubbing his hand against Richards crotch, teasingly so.

Was he, though? Yujin couldn't know that this was about the last time he'd see Richard - or touch for that matter - and it almost felt as if it was stupid to consider that in the first place, no. They had shared banter before and after all the talks they had, Yujin thought that Richard would be honest with himself, honest with both of them, and not lie to him about something as silly as this. Eventually, something would happen, he'd leave and that was that, and yet the wolf chose to believe the words he'd been fed, chose to haphazardly chase after everything he was offered tonight, not caring about what was to happen from here on out. "Can ... can I ...", he mumbled, seemingly unsure. If Yujin had to think about it for just a little while longer, all hell would break loose instead and he didn't want that, he wanted to drown himself in whatever kind of pleasure or feeling he could and Richard seemed to share that sentiment, if only it applied to both of them for this short night, somewhere on the edge between summer and winter - being close to one another was about anything they seemingly cared about, if not who could steal more kisses from one another; but then, there was Yujin, with his hand in Richards pant, rubbing a thing piece of fabric against his crotch. Why, though? Most likely because he wanted to tease, like he'd always done and he'd always do, nothing else.

For a moment, he wished they had their own secluded place, somewhere out here or further away, a hut or something to call their own, even if it was a shoddy place - it would suffice as a retreat for moments like this and they wouldn't have to go anywhere, or bother anyone - they'd be safe and secure, too. "As if you don't want to hear my voice. You just don't like it when I hit the spot.", the wolf chuckled, and he was right on the mark, too. Richard hated being called cute, which he was, and he hated it when Yujin told him how much he loved him, when he wouldn't shut up and waffle on and on about the many ways that he appreciated Richard in, but tonight, he wouldn't care, if that was what someone wanted to hear from him. A plethora of kisses had followed, from either of them, and for some reason, they had a tinge of want on them, even if there was nothing else to want, or to get from any of this. "Never said I wasn't." That he didn't, and almost as if to demonstrate that Richard was very much right about what he'd said, Yujin opted to shut him up with a kiss, no longer appreciating the fact that the moonlight that had crept in on them was illuminating the face and eyes he liked so much, or the long locks of hair that Richard ought to tie up eventually. "And what ... if we don't have to figure anything out, huh?", the wolf deviously proposed, still casually stroking the blonde through his underwear and opting for kisses here and there, before paying attention to how very warm Richard was, once he finally stuck his hand into the last bit of clothing that was in the way. "I'm sure you can take the cold ... but there's no need to shed layers that can stay on.", he expressed, shortly before taking the uninjured arm resting on his shoulders and putting it on his own sash. "You can take it off, if you want." Did he have butterflies in his stomach? From the looks of it, yes - and it also felt just like that. He wanted nothing more than to stay like this. "Is there anything that's off the table?"

However many times should he have to remind himself that he needed to use his damn brain before committing to something he couldn't uphold? In the end, he was dooming himself and Richard, as well as the entirety of this situation. Whatever happened, happened, was something that Yujin would normally proclaim, but he didn't want whatever to happen tonight, lest he'd have to leave all of this with a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. He'd wish Richard was fine and this was another silly excursion of theirs, in fact, he loathed to think about the fact that they could be celebrating summers end elsewhere and weren't doing so. One kiss more, nothing else, roped him back into the situation at hand however and he was fairly certain that he couldn't get enough of Richard, that he was painfully smitten and fairly aware that he'd already pulled all the triggers he could and was now only assuming that something - anything - would come of this. His lips shortly formed a thin line, unsure if he wanted to speak - confess to what he'd had on his mind - or if all of it was worthless regardless of what he came up with. "Can I just keep you close tonight?", he eventually mumbled, unsure why he'd thought of something like this in the first place. Whatever it was bogus or not, he didn't want Richard to go anywhere, he just wanted to be with him if he had to be somewhere and not sleep alone in some crummy bed in a goddamn ice castle at the shore, where the howling of the waves was all he heard.

Claiming that he'd grown dependent on Richard was probably too much, but he was so fond of him, he hardly wanted to share him, he wanted nothing more than to be with him right now and even if they couldn't be one, it often enough felt like they were racing each other to do just that - they wanted to have someplace they could be, could connect their bodies that clearly were two, not one, but that was silly, too. "What was that about me being desperate but not you?", he replied with a cocky grin, his voice sounding equally as such. There they were, contradicting each other once more, but Yujin was happy to hand out more kisses, to be the one that bit the blondes lip for a change, and then traced downward, from his jaw to his throat, not minding the fabric once more and looking for spots that didn't cover it. It was nice to warm his own fingers up, hiding them in Richards clothing, but that hardly had been his goal before, now he was just palming Richards dick, stroking it slowly without a dumb piece of fabric in the way and he didn't want to ruin any of this, wanted to keep looking at the blonde and take in the blush on his face, the warmth of his skin and his own taste that he'd plastered all over Richards lips by now - and Yujin still didn't care, not when his own clothing was being fumbled with and the sash came undone eventually, for which he granted the blonde another kiss, instead of speaking up. "So you wouldn't mind if I carried you all the way back?", he teased. Now, Richard had fallen right into his trap, though, Yujin knew he'd be unable to act upon that - lest his leg actually gave in. That'd just hurt both of them, though, if he did want to head back, he probably just make it worth Richards while for now and up the pace, from painfully slow to something that might as well make the blonde see butterflies sooner than later.

"Don't want to.", he protested, burying his face in Richards chest for a solid minute, like some sort of brat that had just been told that it was time to do something he absolutely loathed and now he was about to throw a tantrum if he wouldn't get what he wanted. It was far from that - if Richard wanted him to leave, he would, yet, Yujin wanted to exhaust just about all the options he had before he surrendered to what would ultimately be his fate. "Mhm, I'd like that. But you don't have to." And that he didn't; if Richard slept, Yujin would most likely see himself out, if only because he didn't want to disturb that one person that always, no matter what, seemed to have nightmares and woke up more than once every night. Surely, someone would complain how very annoying it was, but Richard put up with him and his forgetfulness, the memory loss that was painfully apparent, so the least that Yujin could do was to be there for him, to take care of him and look out for him when he couldn't do it himself. It'd be a lie if he said he disliked it, of course, nobody liked being woken up when they were deep asleep, and yet, he didn't mind, much like he didn't mind holding Richard in his arms and keeping him this close - this wouldn't change a thing, it never had, but it was the best either of them could do.

"I know, I like teasing you, though." For a matter of fact, he also liked to figure out whatever or not Richard would let himself be pushed in one direction, then the other, and Yujin knew well enough that none of this was going to lead anywhere if he didn't want it; which only meant that he'd have to man up and be honest for both of them, however that would work. The added weight didn't matter, not once, not when he pretty much sat on his ass and was intend on giving Richard all he could ask for and some more, whatever it'd be out here or somewhere else. Another shiver made its way through his body as he felt the blondes hands on him, robbing his own body of warmth just for a moment, not long enough to make him complain in any way in the first place, however. Yujin opted for another kiss, clumsy and by all accounts as messy as the previous ones they had shared, yet, not as fast or forceful - they still weren't done here, they never would be if they had everything they needed on them all the time, but it hardly mattered like this. For all he knew, he shouldn't have asked anything of Richard, shouldn't have wanted to do whatever else he'd never done, but he'd dug his grave by now and he'd die with that lie, that much was for certain, at least to him. He sounded amused, however, was he grabbed onto Richard, just a bit more. "And you want to go all the way back ... like that?" Thrian clothing probably didn't make it painfully obvious that either of them had a boner, but it'd still be annoying, wouldn't it? "I can stop, then. How about you wrap your legs around me and hold onto me so I can pick you up?", he suggested, actually taking his hand off of the blonde, only to wrap it around him instead. They had everything, right? Yujin ought to re-tie his sash, but he currently didn't give two damns, not when he wanted nothing more than to do all he ever wanted with the man in his arms, the one he'd desperately wanted to be his, not just for tonight, but he knew fairly well that none of this was going to lead either of them anywhere.

Were any of these decisions up to Yujin, he'd opt to stay in that hut, together with Richard, for as long as he could; he never wanted to leave this place, even if it meant to forsake whatever useless title he had and to abandon all of his family - he'd probably do it, just for Richard, though. "Can't I just stay with you?", he muttered and meant it. Staying out here was impossible, they'd have to make a run for it to someplace that Shuren wouldn't find or care enough about to search it, which would be a feed in itself, but if it was just the two of them, it didn't seem unmanageable. "So you want to?", Yujin wondered, but he was asking a rhetoric question, if anything. Wouldn't the blonde have wanted just that, he'd never have offered to do it in the first place, of that he was certain. There was more to it, though, he had to admit and the truth was that they both were hardly doing each other much of a favor; it just so happened that they had their very own ideas about life and what they expected of it, whatever that meant they had room for each other in it or not didn't matter right about now. "I will, I will. No more teasing, yes?" The best he could do was try and the worst he could do was not even make an attempt; but if he was to get everything he wanted tonight, he'd at least give Richard something as well, to make it even for both of them.

"Forget it.", he implored instead, chuckling all the while about how very dense Richard could be, just for a moment though, but oblivious fit him as well, always preoccupied with other things, not the ones at hand and Yujin was't any better, they both were cought up in their own dreamworld from time to time, just like they'd been earlier and there wasn't much they could do about any of that. "I won't, I promise. Have some faith in me." The positioning was far from optimal, yet, there wasn't much else they could do and if anyone wanted this, wanted to show Richard that he was just as good at the silliest of things, it was Yujin who hoisted them both up from the ground, despite having a hurt leg. He couldn't tell if Richard was heavier or lighter than before, yet he'd imagined he'd do much worse as he started moving. Dropping wasn't an option, but triumphant grinning was, from ear to ear, overjoyed, as if this was all he wanted of tonight - and in a sense, it probably was something that he'd been looking forward to for forever. "We have all the time in the world, unless you're getting impatient?" Calling Richard a pillow princess was probably too much for tonight, something that would earn him at least a good smack and while his own arms supported the blondes weight, he waltzed off into the night, ignorning his leg that started protesting not long after. They reached the hut after a good while, but Yujin was far from done, in fact, he did carry Richard all the way inside, hastily opening the door with his elbow - and shutting it behind him in a similar way - before bringing Richard to the heap of fur that served as his bed and setting him down on it, and falling face first into the fur next to him, wrapping his arms around the blondes waist from there. "See? I didn't drop you once!"

"He can hunt me for sport for all I care.", he whined, not willing to let go of Richard or his ridiculous daydreams about staying here, with him, having nowhere else to go and needing to go anywhere else in the first place. He knew that it was stupid, as it was idealistic and too optimistic in the first place, but he wanted to hold onto whatever ridiculous little piece of hope he had for now, was if that led him anywhere - and maybe it did, he didn't know for sure. "Now you're teasing." The truth was far from that, Yujin knew as much, but he'd never really figure out that Richard was lying to him right now, not about seeing him off or not wanting him to stay longer than tonight, but other things that didn't cross his mind right now. For all he cared, he could be coming up with the worst ideas on the spot, could wrap his arms around Richard and fall asleep like this, but he didn't want the grumbly man to always be right, or go to bed completely unsatisfied - blowing his brains out was out of question, Yujin didn't care much for that, but he wriggled his arms under the outmost layer of the blondes clothing, slowly taking it off without moving from where he lay, just letting his hands guide him to whatever he had in mind. "Being carried around by a guy you want to carry, clothing lose and messy while sporting an obvious boner? That's where you draw the line for embarrassing?"

Often times, his interest was piqued by the strangest of things, yet, everything that the blonde said - whatever he meant it or not - was sort of funny to Yujin, who still was grinning like an idiot as he sat back up, trying not to strain his already whining leg; he could've dismissed the added weight, listened to Richard instead and walked here the normal way, something that would've been boring and not at all what he wanted, albeit it would've put less strain on him. Who was he to complain, though? If the pain persisted even know, it wouldn't go anywhere anytime soon - he'd have to live with it, there wasn't much of a choice for him. "No, I still get whatever I want, remember?", Yujin seemingly perked up at the though and went back to where he'd left off, sliding his hand under the rest of the fabric that clung to Richard, still, going for the side of his injured hand first. "Let me lend you a hand.", he insisted and helped Richard out of all that was in the way, before doing the same at the other side, careful enough to not yank anything, or bump into any of the almost evident black and blue splotches that partially were creeping out from beneath some bandages here and there. Richard looked quite beat up, Yujin knew that fairly well, but the only thing he did, in the end, was putting his scarf and pillow aside, as well as the wooden box he'd took out from under all that clothing. He let his hands, cold or not, slide over the blondes shoulders, up and down, as if he was trying to warm up either of them, while he kneeled there and got himself another kiss. "And besides, you'd be forever mad at me if I riled you up and then gave you nothing in return." A clarification he direly needed to get off of his chest, even if it might be a wrong one - whatever did it matter? Hardly anything. "What if I want one hundred kisses?" That meant, he'd be stealing his second one right now, and he wasn't going to stop there while he fumbled with Richards pants.

"Can't break me out then, huh? Guess I'll have to go back tomorrow, then." That would be the end of a week that he'd spent in relative freedom, far away from home and everyone that was trying to get all up in his business - fifteen minutes away from his fathers, no shenanigans involved. Yujin had sworn to himself that he'd not think about it any longer, that those thoughts weren't what he was aiming for today, but as it seemed, something was happening, and it was annoying him at the very least. Why did thoughts like that have to take root in a head like his that was better used for other things, lest all the information he made up would become his own reality? "I know.", Yujin mumbled - he knew. Richard was neither a man of many words, nor somebody that enjoyed picking fights, and yet he was irritable at first, hard on the outside, more than soft on the inside, and the wolf had to admit that he, of all people, was the person that pried that shell apart and now was looking at the core he'd wanted all this time, or, if he were to end it on another note, maybe Richard was letting him see things that he'd locked away before - all of which he didn't want to share now lay bare before both of them. "You don't? Lucky for you, I can't help you with that!" He liked the way Richard behaved, got embarrassed over seemingly anything that poured from his mouth, especially when it sounded more obscene than it normally would be; the blush on his face was marvelous to look at, no matter how small it was, and the fact that his facial expression and tone of voice changed every single time was hilarious.

"No. I want something else, can you guess what it is?" There was no need for guessing, not when his hands were creeping over Richards body and his eyes glued onto him, tracing the mosaic of different colors that was spreading across what felt like all of him - everywhere he looked, aside from his face and ... that piece of fabric that still clung to Richards neck. Yujin wasn't sure, normally he'd ask, but instead he took his hand to the knot at the back of Richards neck and undid it, paying attention as to not hurt the blonde yet again, almost as if he'd become so fragile just by losing a few layers of clothing that it had him enarmored, if not spellbound, by what was transpiring in front of his very eyes. All of this would fade, all of the spots that formed a trail from one place to another, and though Yujin was aware, he kissed around those he could reach like this, before wondering if he could straddle Richards hips and just press him down, though, it would only lead to more shuffling. "You aren't? I'm glad.", he whispered. They were alone, weren't they? Most likely, and even if that wasn't the case, nothing could stop him from looking at the guy he had wanted so badly for so long and yet, now that he had him, now that they were so close, they did only have as much as this night together. Why couldn't they have done this all week? Well, they cuddled, which was somewhat preferable, if he thought about it. "I refuse. I want a hundred more.", he demanded, before shifting his own position, pulling his legs slightly apart so he'd fit between them, only to continue where he'd left of earlier, his hand back in Richards pants and his lips on the blondes, this time much more composed, before showering that ugly scar on his throat in kisses; something that Yujin didn't mind and had always wanted to see in the first place. "Can you lift your ass? I want to take off your pants ..." That'd be the next best thing, yes, but all of that aside, he was glad he just was glad to be with the person he loved so much, he'd spill his heart out to him if he let him. Bites around the blondes collarbone followed, they always would - some things never changed anyway. "And we need oil." It was rather blunt, though, there had never been any point in hiding his intentions - they were clear from the beginning.

A thousand kisses wouldn't be enough to shut him up, not tonight, and even if it would take all night, he had no intention of slowing down in his pursuit of all that he ever wanted, of Richard whom he'd never let go at this point and he was so fairly certain that every single time that he even glanced at him, he liked what he saw, more and more, as if he wasn't already hopelessly lost in his eyes and in love with him since ... it had been a while, hadn't it? Acting upon their impulses wasn't something that either of them weren't bad at, they excelled at it, to be frank, but there was rarely any communication that gave away what was going on in their heads - their voices weren't always honest, but their entanglements with one another were and would be. "Absolutely, however would you've figured that one out?", Yujin asked, feigning curiousity and innocense with a hint of naivety that wasn't there when it came to any of these topics. After all, he was the one that had deluded Richard into this the first time, that had tasted him once and somehow couldn't get enough of him - and by now, he seemingly shared this sentiment as well, which meant they both drove each other up the walls without needing to do much. Neither ofthem were particularly honest and that was fine, there was nothing that would change in that regard. Yujin pulled on Richards clothes once he'd made the effort to lift himself up, discarding all of it on the floor and by now, it very much felt odd that his own clothing was still dangling from his shoulders, that he hadn't even make an effort to shed more than the scarf, but he'd rather rope Richard into another kiss, or two, or three for that matter, until he ran out of air and had to take a short breather, unsure wherever to put that now free hand of his, lest he'd use it to support his bedmates endeavours to keep himself prepped up.

"Either works, as long as its kisses, isn't it?" And there was no way of knowing how long it would take to accomplish any of that if neither of them kept count, which the wolf probably wouldn't do, having his mind preocuppied by the body before him, that hardly was draped in anything anymore aside from a few bandages anymore. There was no need to rush, Yujin told himself, and that was why all of his touches and kisses, wherever they went, where soft and slow, agonizingly slow, stroking Richard ever so slightly inbetween all those kisses, just enough to give him an idea of all that he already knew. He liked the soft touches he received in turn, the fingers that touched skin and fabric, then nothing, and then some more - for some reason, Richard always felt like he had to overexert himself, didn't he? "Box?", he asked, confused, but he decided to check it out regardless, moving away from a second and shedding some, but not all, of his own layers - he was warm, he always was when he'd been in here, but he also did both him and Richard a favor by making sure his hair was tied up, lest it'd spill over them like an endless waterfall and get everywhere. Yujin rummaged through the box, only looking at everything else that was in there in passing, before grabbing the small vial that the blonde had stuffed in there. "You didn't even use it, huh?", he laughed before he came back over to the bed, finally fumbling with his pants. "Do you want to get into a more comfortable position first?", Yujin asked eventually, kicking off his pants and underwear, alongside the rest of his clothing. The flames of the fireplace reflected onto both of them, yet, the orange hue that engulfed Richard was all the wolf needed to be absolutely mesmerized once more, taking slow steps to close the distance between him and the bed that he crawled back onto. "You look irresistible like this, did I ever tell you that?"

Shadows danced along the walls all the time when he was here, but they also engulfed both of them, alongside an orange glow - and when there was no fire, on the rare occasion that it did happen, there was seemingly white and blue moonlight, entangling either of them. The colors were odd choices, unusually bright for a pale place like Silesse, and yet, they had something about them that captivated him, that would've otherwise told him off, but Yujin wasn't particularly superstitious, just oddly interested in things beyond his comprehension. None of this was a sign for anything, there was an explanation for all of this, and for the lack of a better word, it probably was because Richard had bewitched him, not by his own accord, but with whatever beauty he had to offer. "That sounds like all I want to do is fuck you, or get fucked by you. For the record, I do enjoy just being around you.", he scoffed, playing offended for just a second. This was what their relationship entailed, Yujin knew it fairly well - they met and then they did whatever they wanted, until it all fizzled out and they went their seperate ways, before meeting again sometime later. The past week had been different, much like their trip that had led them the gods knew where and Yujin wished, just for once, that they could've not been here, not in Silesse, but somewhere else, just the two of them, just by their lonesome.

Watching Richard from a distance, counting the bruises and all the scars that he could momentarily find would probably be a fun activity, yet, despite the warmth in here - unlike outside - he still wanted to be ever closer, and as such, he did close the distance. If Richard had been anything but injured, he'd have rugged him up, maybe even stopped asking and would've just done things, but right now, as things were, he'd just hurt him and wouldn't make this an enjoyable experience for either of them. "Who knows. Nobody said you can't touch yourself.", he reminded him, but from the looks of it, Richard was none the wiser and seemingly never did anything like this - never tried, never felt like he should and Yujin often wasn't sure if he was pushing entirely or just partially wrong buttons. "Anything that's comfortable for you, but ... I want to look at you, maybe?" A simple suggestion, or rather plea; and all of that wouldn't be for naught - they both were trying to please one another, always making sure that they were onboard and had somewhat of the same idea, even if they didn't always align, Richard was breathtaking either way and Yujin was enjoying every last minute of it. "Bruised, exposed, desperate. All of those are nice, even on their own. I'd be lying if I say I didn't like the bruises, too, but I'd be happier if you had none." He'd not feel bad about planting that stupid idea in Richards head in the first place, though they'd already gone over that, summarized that none of this had been an issue. Yujin stole himself another kiss, mainly keeping his hands off of the blonde for now, until he made up his mind. "Actually, I kind of wish I could've tied you up, though, that's not your fault. That way I can't tease you, but I said no teasing." It would've made a nice display and they still had something they wanted to do with that stupid bed of his, too. Yujin reached for a strand of blonde hair, momentarily. "How about you let it grow out more so I can tie you up with it as well?" Given the fact that the blonde rather manhandled him than let himself be manhandled, that very likely was out of question.

Yujin giggled, knowing fully well that there was nothing to giggle about - and yet, the blonde was right and had impeccable markmanship when it came to conversational or behavioral clues, at least when it so happened that it involved him and him alone. "All we did was cuddle and sleep. And I probably was a bit overbearing, wasn't I?", he voiced, almost apologetically. They had kept to themselves, at least in a sexual sense, and while that wasn't exactly an amazing feat, it also meant that they weren't just always after having sex with one another - it sounded silly in hindsight, very much so, yet they both were glued to one another like there wasn't anything - or anyone - else to do, most of the time at the very least. For all Yujin knew, Richard could lock himself up in this hut whenever they didn't meet and spend two weeks despairing about his own fate, all the while he himself pranced around and annoyed his friends for more than it was worth. Shouldn't he just take Richard with him next time, then? Who knew if he even liked it, and besides, Yujin already had plenty ideas of what he wanted to do rather sooner than later, of all the trips he was willing to take and fears he wanted to overcome, now that he decided to take matters in his own hands. "Pfft, no. Sometimes, but I have to feel like it - and contrary to what you're probably thinking, it doesn't happen all that often." All stalling they didn't wouldn't lead them anywhere, but Yujin was just happy that he did get a nice view of Richard, of all that made him, well, him and in that case, he didn't even need words anymore - he'd already told him that he was beautiful, that there hardly was anything else that he could want and he wondered whenever his brain had decided that he wasn't just in love with Richard, but rather somewhat obsessed with him as well. "I'm not worried, I just want you to be comfortable.", he countered, softly shaking his head as he came closer again, now that Richard had decided where and how he wanted to lay.

They'd shift around again, somehow at the very least, but all that was for later and didn't matter right now - there hardly was anything else that he wanted to think of right now. "You'd make a fine knight, that much is true. Whatever you defended my honor or not, you are quite capable.", he complimented, and he meant it. The wolf knew that he himself would've probably been dead meat and served as the bears dinner, lunch, or whatever time of day it was - Richard, on the other hand, covered in a myriad of bruises, ranging in color from red to blue, purple to some odd yellowish-green, very much had the guts and the capabilities to fend for himself, or anyone else for that matter. "I said that, or at least I thought that I sh-", he didn't get much further, matters had been taken into the blondes own hands, quite literally at that and Yujin was, without a doubt, unsure of the sudden pressure that was exerted upon his hand. The blonde didn't seem to mind, yet, Yujin was the one that acted like he did - as if it hurt him more than his other half, which hardly could be the case. "I know. In fact, you might as well be the strongest person I know.", he mumbled, and he was right. Yujin was no match for Richard in the first place and he was sure that, if he was all healed up, Muhan wouldn't be an obstacle. That, however, wasn't the topic at hand, never should've been in the first place, and Yujin stole himself another kiss as a demonstration as he loomed over Richard, who'd hopefully be cozy enough in his nest, made of nothing but fur. "We both want to feel good, so anything is fine - you can be honest." Neither of them were quite good at that, and yet, Yujin took it upon himself to let his hands move once more, feel up the bruised body beneath him for a while, making sure to press down on some of the darker spots along the way, never staying in place for long. They had one vial of oil and plenty of ideas between each other, something that seemed almost absurd, but good enough - and Yujin didn't make a show out of opening up the vial and coating his fingers in oil, or the very fact that he was blushing all by himself now, not anxious enough to express frustrations, but riled up enough to seem overexcited. Taking it slow was all Yujin wanted, but that didn't stop him from prodding or sticking one, then two oil-coated fingers into Richard, and moving at quite the average pace instead of painfully slow like before. "Do you have anything you want?", he questioned, as if their deal was going to be mutual while they were at it; Yujin didn't want to take all the spoils, have whatever he wanted and not give Richard anything he might as well like, no. With one hand occupied, he justed the other to support his own weight, hopelessly lost in the eyes of his bedmate at this point. Weren't they beautiful? Richard would probably be angry over that thought alone, but maybe Yujin was wrong and just too up in his head, so he opted to torture Richards throat with a would-be plethora of hickeys instead. If anything, he was insatiable.