bloodbound. (earinor & akira)

"I won't starve, don't worry.", he admitted and he was right. There was no reason for him to complain about the lack of food, some of which he didn't even care about right now, and there also was no way for him to judge Richard, just because he didn't bring two slices of dried meat with him. After all, Yujin was just glad that the door was firmly shut - he hadn't once asked about if they were alone - and that they could have fun by their lonesome, in here, and not out there, where they lacked the basics to even get frisky. "Hm, I doubt it. But who knows? Maybe closing your eyes and thinking about me, or the things I'd do, helps you?" It was a suggestion, yes, but it was more of a joke, nothing else, and it was a ridiculous one at that. Yujin sometimes thought of Richard, yes, and sometimes touched himself while thinking about whatever they'd do together, but it hardly had happened, maybe twice, when they spend some of their time together fucking, throwing insults and praises alike at each others faces and concluding that whatever or not they liked their positions, they were simply stuck with what they were handed for the night and would love nothing more than to go until either of their bodies gave out and the next blissful stop was their very own dreamland.

"Corrupted? Sorry, I don't know how to undo that - seems like you have to endure it while I look for a cure. If there's one." Richard was silly at the worst times, though, maybe there was worse than this and maybe he was thinking too much again. "Mh, I'm not." But he'd also fish for compliments at the worst times and if he thought about it too much, he probably was also just denying and shoving all allegations away from himself because he'd much rather play the strong one than be the strong one - he was no match for Richard either way. "I'll surrender when I surrender, then.", he agreed, but didn't comment on the whining and crying - he only looked ashamed for a second, until the blonde decided to move again and he patiently had to wait for his own private show to begin - something that didn't have to happen right now, but in the next few minutes it would definitely be a nice sight for sore eyes. "I like looking at you, but that'd just mean you're chickening out - and you're not, right?", he reinforced, grinning like an idiot, though, he got what he deserved when he was ordered to assume a certain position and Richard seemed to like the process of using his ridiculously long hair to tie him up. For once, Yujin was glad to have all of this in the way - it was soft to the touch, and while it would dig in his skin rather sooner than later, it was much finer than any kind of rough rope that could procure. As soon as Richard moved, he gave this rope-less contraption another good yank, a run for its money so to speak, and it was held in place very well - he couldn't do much more than that, as everything was pulled kind of taut and restricted movement. "You tie me up and then abandon me immediately, how cruel of you ... do you like that corner?", he asked, his voice carrying an air of softness, rather than pettiness - Richard would come back for him eventually, right?

"I can feed myself ... maybe not like this, but you get the point.", he grumbled, this time embarrassed himself - that was a wholly cute thought, if it were to occur to them at an entirely different point in this conversation, or another time. But right now? He'd feel like Richards prisoner that was offered some compensation for being a good boy, or whatever kind of praise that came to Richards mind. Yujin, in fact, did not want to be a good boy right now - sure, he had his own set of ambitions and a craving for acknowledgement from time to time, but that was about it - he loved Richard, and he wanted his praise and his alone, nothing more and nothing less, which therefore meant that he'd have to be good, for him and nobody else at that. Wasn't that just fantastic news? "It helps. Sometimes, your surroundings aren't exactly something you find appeal in - but daydreams could be, you know?", he explained, his voice hushed and his lips curled into a smile that said nothing about the wolfs' intentions. Did he have any? He doubted it, not only because it was so unlikely that he had an ulterior motive, but also because Richard knew what it was just perfectly fine.

"Hm, like, five or six? Something like that?", he guesstimated, but he didn't know much about that himself. Did he sleep with that many people? He felt as if he missed some in between, they were slipping through the cracks of his alcohol- or opium-addled mind, but if they wouldn't even come to him now, they probably weren't anything important - Richard, however, very much was. "Good.", Yujin encouraged instead, hoping that the blonde beauty that sat in front of him and seemed so shy and nervous about something he'd offered earlier; and for some reason, he not only thought of it as cute, but also had to admit that Richard was right; he'd go insane like this, with a display like that. "But you still can ditch me here, all tied up, and make a run for it." And while that wasn#t something he expected of Richard, it wasn't too far-fetched if he thought about it. There was at least some peer pressure on Richard, Yujin was making it anything but easy on him and he was a tease about it, like he'd always been and like he'd always would be - just the worst at everything when it came to comfort Richard in some sort of way. Beating himself up over something like that wasn't like him, though, and he grinned instead, shaking his head before the blonde closed his eyes. "No need to be - it's just the two of us, like, every single time when I screwed you before. You seemed to enjoy that, and I'm convinced your favorite thing is to moan my name, no?", he teased, then grinned like an idiot about it - what a mean person he was, but what a nice display he got.

"My bad." They never were and whenever Richard awoke in the dead of the night, not only did he seem ridiculously out of it, he also seemed as if Yujin couldn't fix him, not with a million hugs despite trying, more than he'd ever tried for anyone. Wishful thinking wasn't going to help either of them, however, and it wasn't that he was purposely pushing Richard into one direction - he had nowhere else to go. Spreading his own legs seemed simply impossible, as was closing the distance between the two of them with a leap forward; and robbing over all that fur would probably only feel good if he wasn't going to wind up hard from either that or his bedmate offering him up a show. Whatever the case, and however difficult it would get - which it hardly wasn't in a case like this - Yujin still felt stupid for only picking the wrong things to say at a completely wrong time and actually getting a bit too damn close to Richards would-be piss off-point, or whatever one wanted to call it. "Can't recall any more than that, you know, I'm an airhead and more often than not I'm drunk. Or high. Or both." Or busy sucking someones dick in public, apparently. Nothing of this made sense to him - why did Richard want to talk about that now? Did he want to find out about every single person that Yujin had ever interacted with to then straight up rid himself of them? What a silly thought.

"Hm, no. I had ideas, but nobody wants to go through with having a whining, writhing mess on their bed, begging for some release that he obviously isn't going to get at this point, because ghastly touches aren't enough and that's all he'd get - hardly anyone ever indulges in that.", he elaborated for the two of them, though, that wasn't speaking from experience, it was speaking from imagination and he already got retribution for the last thing he spoke from experience, in the form of a barking dog - how cute, which also was something he'd never be able to say to Richards face, lest he'd want it ripped off, maybe? No, that was anything but sexy - in fact, he liked the display he was given, but it could use some more ... work, in terms of touching. How should he help, though? Yujin wasn't sure at first, but then he figured it might as well be worth a shot if he made an attempt at it. There was nothing he could hold onto, nothing he could use that he wouldn't have to rob over to and grab with his teeth to get - the rule was no touching, except themselves, and Yujin was in quite the bind. "Who's going to lend me a hand if you ditch me? I don't want somebody else to lay their eyes or hands on me." Not tonight, but speaking from his feelings during the past few weeks, he didn't want that ever again if this went on. "The way you tied me up, I'm vulnerable and defenseless. If you wanted to take advantage of me, tease me until I cry and make me beg for friction or release, I'd have to comply - and why ditch me if you can just do the opposite and not untie me so I don't get stupid ideas and whore myself out? You wouldn't like that, would you?"

Being cussed out was one thing, being told to shut up was another, and yet, Yujin - who, in reality was crying about a goddamn shitty pot of tea - was now snickering and not thinking about any of that, in fact, he had deserved that and he had to accept the fact that yes, Richard would not only not always play these stupid games with him, he also would eventually be asked to shut his mouth because he either got too damn noisy, or was responsbible for annoying the everloving fuck out of the guy that wanted nothing more than some piece and quite to actually put on the show he promised. They both were better off drunk or out of their mind, though, Yujin would rather not waste away, even if his endearing bedmate already mentioned that he could use some, which earned him no audible reaction from Yujin at first. "I'd like some.", he confessed, though, it was merely done to egg Richard on even more - something that sounded ridiculous by itself and that was more than that as well. Neither of them were particularly good at keeping to themselves and they also weren't any better at communicating like this - maybe the wolf should've shut his trap, or Richard should have used it to keep him from spouting any more refutable nonsense.

"You'd like that?" All that Yujin sputtered could go two way, and with how things were standing, they weren't going his way or Richards - it was all going down the drain because he couldn't zip his big mouth shut and just keep at it in silence. Last time, this was easier, and for some reason, now it wasn't; it had turned the other side around and that meant that, for some reason, he should've never asked for this, but rather for something else, maybe something in a similar vein, something that kept Richard close instead. "We said I can't move, whatever else is my mouth good for if you're so far away? I wouldn't mind a demonstration." For that, Richard ought to gag him and leave him in this bed high and dry, Yujin couldn't even blame him - he brought this upon himself, as he kept his damn trap shut and watched instead, as best as he could, and as much as he could - if only Richard would be closer, maybe he'd get over himself and actually be an insatiable idiot and go for it, but whatever was it that he wanted to do? He very much kneeled there, unconciously licking his lips at the sight that was offered up to him eventually - he didn't need to try and look down to assume that he was getting hard himself, that Richard was a tease, even from a distance. "Richard ...", he whined.

"I know. I was merely indulging you.", he declared, and that he was. If Richard wanted nothing more than to drink something that would keep his spirits high, or at least confuse him well enough to make him believe he wasn't being watched by a set of blue eyes, then Yujin would accommodate and do just about everything that the blonde wished for, aside from shutting his mouth that was. That was something he'd never been good at, yet, it wasn't any different from being a dork, barking at a display of something he liked, incessantly, not stopping - and it just so happened that Yujin did like Richard, for better or for worse, and he did like watching him, letting his eyes rest on the blonde and following his hands every movement. Damn, how he wished that hand was on him, rather than on the blonde himself - he'd give just about anything for that, even if it so were to happen that Richard didn't want that, or at least hoped Yujin would shut his damn trap for once - and yet he didn't, never could, never would, just like a dog that wasn't raised properly - what a shame.

Richard was beautiful like this, but whatever he had in mind, Yujin wanted to partake in that. Fuck, he'd rather bend him over - disregard all those injuries that didn't need to be there in the first place, and just fuck this idiot senseless, until all he did was moan and writhe under his touch; it didn't matter what it was that would come over Richards lips, or if it was anything coherent at all. Being restrained like this sucked, very much so when Richard inched closer and he thought that, maybe, stealing a glance was nice and that maybe, it would help him, but for all things considered, the myriad of colors that called Richards body their temporary home, as well as the fact that flickering lights were dancing about his body, far from fragile and soft, roughed up and home to as many scars, was a sight to behold, one that made his heart flutter and one that made him grind his teeth the closer it came. For fucks sake. He was forced to shut his mouth, despite having a plethora of things on the tip of his tongue - despite seeing parts of the mess he made, something that only riled him up to make Richard even more of one, but he couldn't like this. His first instinct was to inch back, but he'd take the fall, though, the foot - lest he'd bite it - moved from his mouth to his chest, keeping him in place, to which Yujin only cocked an annoyed smile. "Tease.", he spat out. The instructions were clear, the shift in the power dynamic wasn't and the wolf knew well enough that this was far from over. "I'd grab you by the wrists ... tie them together so they don't get in the way, maybe blindfold you and bend you over, maybe face first into one of your pillows, and tease you just the slightest bit, until you're ... the one that's rilled up and whining.", he expressed. Fuck, Richard was hot, wasn't he? "But I'm not mean, if you can ... keep it together, I'd fuck you senseless, all night long, until you're a moaning mess, sputtering nonsense. Maybe until you pass out, too." If someone was in the need of 'keeping it together', though, it wasn't Richard - it was Yujin, who hadn't even been touched, yet, very evidently wanted nothing more than that.

Giving up all of the control he once had, just to see what he'd metaphorically paid for - which was Richard, who he'd afforded by showing him something as tacky as unconditional love and a bit too much opium - was a bit much. He liked the way the flames had danced, cast orange flickering on the heaving chest on the body that lay before him and had appreciated the simplicity of it, the fact that Richard, who many would regard as self-absorbed and snarky, blush, his body carrying a pinkish flush, too, and be so embarrassed by what he was spouting, he told him to shut up more than once by now and yet he ran his mouth. "Fuck ... I did.", he grumbled. If anything, he was fairly aware that Richard was just teasing now, not actually regarding what Yujin said as valid criticism and he had it coming for him, from the moment that he'd asked to be teased, to be tied up, to be disregarded and exchanged for a dream-version of him. How much better could a dude like that even be? He wasn't even touching Richard, but Yujin could - if it weren't for the fact that he'd been tied into a neat little package, with his own damn hair. And he was painfully hard, turned on by what he saw, too. Fucking hell.

"Me, bending you over, with no regards ... for your personal wishes and just fucking you senseless? Fuck ... I'd do anything to make that happen right now." Yujin bit his lip in an attempt to resist the temptation of throwing more words at Richards head, unable to contain himself, yet also unwilling to go anywhere. At this point, he was struggling with himself to not actually behave like a dog, lest he'd lose all the faith Richard might have had in him - something that was usually easier to do, but right now, proved to be difficult. "Depends on if you ... like to torture me or you'd rather ... fantasize about the me in your head.", he whined, but it didn't matter, he had been offered something and Yujin wasn't sure if he should take it, if he shouldn't surrender - this wasn't an endurance contest, he wasn't trying to beat Richard and he also wasn't making any attempts at getting out of the bind he found himself in. "This is more than fine ... If you'd untie me, that'd be even better." But there was nothing that suggested he was making attempts, or struggling with his binds - Yujin was panting, uncomfortable maybe, but he liked the view he got and he very much liked to force himself to endure this; not because he utterly had to, but because he wasn't doing Richard any favors, or maybe he was? "Richard, I ..." No, he wasn't going to surrender, he didn't need to in the first place. "Fuck ... why is this so damn hot. Why are you like this?"

That smile was worse and under any other circumstance, it would have done him in. Yujin was the one that was a slave to his impulses and currently, he wasn't save from himself, or Richard, or anybody else for that matter. Actually, he'd doomed himself quite long ago, if not when he first opened his mouth and had almost called Richard a pussy for chickening out - though, he'd actually sealed his fate before that, when he'd claimed that, despite better judgement, he'd love to see this. Now he paid his price by suffering, more figuratively than literally, but he was as much of a pain in the ass as Richard was a tease right now - Yujin got what he asked for, and the price to pay was a simple, yet effective one: All and any power he held earlier, he'd forsaken, for a chance at giving Richard a shot at doing all of this to him, without ever doing anything except touching himself. Yujin started fiddling with his hair, pulling on the parts at his hands and fingers, only to realize that it pulled taut and Richard hadn't bluffed - he'd tied him down, was holding him in place, still, and all the wolf could do was either grin and bear it or grit his teeth and accept defeat. He only got stirred up more when Richard moaned, when the sounds he made was all that filled the room after a good, long while of silence.

"Anything ... whine, beg, cry - whatever you desire.", he spat out, knowing fully well that he was only dooming himself by offering Richard more than just a pinky, but rather his whole hand. This fucking leg was getting annoying, but even moving, rather thrashing around, wouldn't help him out of the bind he found himself in and it would only continue from there on out. For fucks sake. "Yes ... but, you'd rather tease me, wouldn't you?" He also didn't want to give Richard the satisfaction of giving up so easily, but all in all, he wasn't doing a good job at holding up either. Yujin was, for the lack of a better word, exasperated and while he wasn't entirely spent, all of this was getting more and more by the minute - Richard was the instigator and Yujin a numbskull, but neither of them were going to give in just yet, it seemed. The wolf grumbled, audibly so. "Hot. Irresistible. Desperate, maybe?", he offered up and still looked at that damn foot that rested on his chest, keeping him at what would be an arms length, all the while he could only watch and swallow whatever saliva formed in his mouth. Fuck, he wasn't a dog! "Enticing, too. What did you do, hex me?" He might as well have. Yujin had enough of this, though, and moved the slightest bit, as much as he could, to see if Richard would do anything about it - but soon enough stopped when he heard another moan. Ugh. Fuck. Did Richard have to do it like that? "Richard ..."

He'd lost it - not his cool, but his mind. Yujin didn't even try to deny it anymore and the way his body reacted, the fact that he closed his eyes and then slightly shook his head didn't do him any favors either. If anything, Richard had just done what he'd asked for - he'd tied him up so he couldn't do anything stupid, but his body was doing all the stupid things for him in his stead. Fucking hell, why was he so very desperate for someone like that? Yujin couldn't help but curse under his breath, wanting to bite Richard more than anything for keeping that fucking foot in his way that forced him to stay in place, but also for being way too close, yet not even coming close enough to do anything. Yujin hated it, hated agreeing, hated the fact that he was at Richards mercy now and then he recalled that this was all a game, that none of this was - theoretically - really happening because Richard wanted it, but because Yujin had pushed one too many buttons and asked one too many things. Richard wasn't the one to blame, it was only himself. "Who knows ... maybe I'd do what I told you earlier, or ... I'd keep teasing you all night, and once you get close, I'll just take my hands back to myself. That's what you'd deserve anyway.", he grumbled. "Maybe I'd just ... use that mouth of yours, you'd shut your damn trap and stop teasing."

Yujin seldom was in a foul mood, and theoretically he wasn't right now - he was just agitated by the fact that he couldn't do shit like this, that he couldn't move his damn hands or legs because Richard had baited him into this. "I did but ... I'm not going to chicken out now." He didn't want to, felt like he had to prove himself, and that was a silly thought from the start. There was no need for Richard to be this hot, not in this light, not in that position, not when his lips parted and a moan instead of a coherent string of words fell from them - Yujins head felt warm, his cheeks hot and so did his stomach and the desperation made all of it worse. If he didn't have shitty baby wolf teeth, or whatever the blonde had called them, his lips would be a bloody mess by now and the fact that he was feeling somewhat ecstatic, way too riled up for this to be really happening, would do him in eventually. "Me, I'm a desperate dog.", he explained, sighing heavily as he tried to gather his thoughts. This wasn't painful, this was self-imposed torture and Richard liked playing the part of the torturer as it seemed, but all that was wasted effort for now. "No, I'm not ..." What a presumption this was, how mean, too. "I want you to t-", before he could finish that sentence, though, Richard was inching closer, and Yujin wanted nothing more than that damn hand to touch him - he felt more than hot all of a sudden, electrified, his hair stood on end and then - then, disappointment pooled in his stomach. "Nooo ...", he whined, sounding more than disappointed. "Please Richard, just ... one little touch."

"Well!", he expressed, hissing in the process. He was nothing more than a horndog, at least right now, and controlling each and any of his impulses was not only hard to do, but impossible to accomplish, lest he actually lost his mind in the process of helping himself to something, or someone for that matter. "I didn't think ... it'd escalate like ... this." That he didn't, and to be fair, he was trying his utmost to understand his own reasoning, even though there wasn't much to understand, let alone much to divulge - things happened, they always did and whenever they made an unfortunate comeback, they felt like a slap in the face, hitting hard enough to knock one straight out. In this case, however, all of this "punishment" he was receiving only came, because he himself made the mistake of expressing his desire to indulge Richard, indulge himself and any kind of depravity he found himself capable of coming up with, but to say that he was in quite the bind was just not true - Richard was messing with him, with his head, and at the very least his thoughts. Whenever there was a glimmer of hope for some touching, any touching for that matter, he wanted it more than anything else - but that was that, and Richard wasn't one to just let him have his way. "That ... isn't what I want.", Yujin mumbled, knowing fully well that yes, Richard was touching him, the entire time, but he'd rather take those rough hands of his, feeling him up all over, letting his muscles tense time and time again. It only followed that, if he were able to shift, to break free from his self-imposed shackles, he'd be all over Richard anyway, maybe not worshipping him for the night, but he'd get what he deserved and what Yujin wanted more than anything else. Wasn't it vile?

Maybe, but even worse than that, he was a slave to his impulses and all of them were currently busy betraying him, his chest heaving, his muscles tensing - sweat had formed at his temples, his mouth felt awfully dry despite the fact that he could be drooling by now, but ... he was horrible, wasn't he? "Yes, please ... ... anything, I'll do anything for it.", he huffed. Yujin would do everything he could, as ridiculous as it was or could sound - and while he'd wholeheartedly appreciate being tied lose, he didn't even think about it right now. In fact, his mind was blank, only seeking pleasure and he couldn't help himself but wonder what the hell drove him this far. His muscles tensed up again, his breath stopped for a second and he was staring at Richard at anticipation, fuck, he'd not even need a hand if it was like that - he'd be fine with it for now - but once again, Richard denied him and all Yujin could do was audibly whine about it. Only then, the blonde opened his mouth again and Yujin wanted nothing more than for Richard to release him, but that wouldn't happen, he knew as much, he always had. "Help ... me help ... myself?" He wondered whatever that would be, but as soon as the figure beneath him shifted and gave him a good idea, once he felt something touching his skin, which almost seemed deliberate at this point - it sent a jolt through his body, even, and Yujin was more than inclined to ask, as he hoped for something to happen - but of course, nothing transpired. Richard had told him to help himself, tough, his position was kind of awkward and he wasn't a goddamn dog, for fucks sake! ... Fuck, he'd said he was one just before that. Shit. Yujins lips formed a thin line for a good second, trying to understand whatever or not he could resist the temptation he was given, but Richard wanted this about as much as him, didn't he? The wolf closed his eyes, sighed, and then awkwardly tried to move himself as best as he could - fuck, this shouldn't feel good at all, yet it did, but his own pace was frustrating slow and Richards goddamn leg hardly touched anything. "Can't I just ... fuck you?"

Yujin could, but there was no fun in that, as much as there wasn't any way to get back into this situation he'd wished himself in - did he truly want this or did he act in the spur of a moment, enjoying all that Richard offered him up and divulging litte to no information on what he actually wanted? Not only did it seem very silly to say the least, but it also was akin to the truth - he wanted nothing more than to be messed with and he also would've loved nothing more than to be turned into a mess, something which he currently was dealing with anyway. "You. I want to ... I want you to ... use your hands ... Just one touch.", he whined, shaking his head ever so slightly at the thought of surrendering. Yujin loved Richard, it had been abundantly clear from the first time he confessed, but even more so, he was indulging the blondes every wish, mixing them with his own and realizing that he'd already fallen way too deep into all of this. Not only was he trying his best and doing his worst, he also had no idea if he wanted to be let go off, in search of more friction than what he had right now - he wasn't any better than a dog and all that the slow movements he could produce did, was riling him up even more, to the point where he thought he'd be going insane right about now.

"Anything ... but that, yes.", he huffed, and he wasn't even sure why. Richard wasn't touching him and the miniscule friction he received from his own movements weren't worth all the panting and lip-biting he was doing. In fact, he very much behaved like a wild animal that saw something it liked, but couldn't get his grubby hands on it, in that case, the object of his affection being Richard, whom he wanted more than anything else at this point. He wasn't crying, he was begging at this point and the sole reason that he noticed just that was the question that Richard threw at him, that made him stop in his tracks for a second. Fuck. He'd lost himself there, hadn't he? But a question like that wasn't enough to completely derail him - he had only gotten what he wanted so far and now, was nothing more than acting upon questionable impulses, all the while he tried his best to fix himself, to fix the rest of this. "I ... you wanted to make me cry, right?", he asked in retaliation, knowing fully well that he'd been close with all the whining before, but he had gotten something he wanted, the tiniest bit of touching, all made from his own accord, panting over it and grumbling in frustration when this felt even worse than having no relief at all. "Mhhh ... Richard ...", he whined again, frustrated at the current situation.