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โก "give me a treat, aegiya โก "
whaddya think?
โโโโโ | ATTRACTION โโโโโ | AFFECTION โโโโโ | INTEREST โโโโโ | LOYALTY โโโโโ | TRUST
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the lazy satisfaction that bloomed in ren's bones was all too intoxicating as he allowed himself to go lax in the nest, letting his body go limp under the warmth of the other demon, the sweat cooling on his skin as they tucked together, riding out the slow ebb of the wolf's knot. maybe that was why, when taemin's arm came into reach, the kumiho leaned forward, lapping at his skin with languid strokes, instinctive in his contentment-
until he registered the iron tang of blood on his tongue, enough to see his ears shoot up with a jolt as he pushed upwards, ignoring the strained protesting tug of his own body as a worried croon escaped his throat. did i hurt you, gangaji? i didn't mean to.
please don't tell me i hurt you, amai mono.
It felt like it had been too long since they were able to be together like this - just the two of them, locked together in an intimate embrace that left both of them exhausted and desperately clinging to each other.
Taemin rumbled quietly as he nuzzled the back of his mates neck, both arms out in front of himself to cradle Ren close. It wasn't unusual for either of them to show affection using teeth and tongue, so he didn't think twice when he felt tiny fox teeth nibbling at the skin of his forearm. Or when he felt those same teeth break through his flesh. But he did care when he heard Ren let out a quiet whine of concern.
"Don't worry, I don't mind it. Bite all you want."
he'd thought it would be easy, for him to cover seo-jun's bingo card in turn, but no. no, he had missed one square, one singular square, and the kumiho was pouting as he tried to hide his sheet under some papers when his mate came back in the room, tail swishing away behind him.
@foxidol | Are You Seo-jun's Type?
He almost doesn't notice the shuffling of papers over him dusting his hands and pants off, being careful not to drag dirt in from the balcony garden. It's pure luck that he happens to glance up and catch the tail end of Ren fussing with a stack and pouting.
"Naekkeo? What's wrong?" He crosses the room quickly, wrapping an arm around the kumiho's waist and kissing his temple. "What has you upset, nae insaeng?" And that's when he sees it, a line of pink shapes poking out from under the stack his mate had been busying himself with when he walked in. It isn't until he carefully takes the paper that he makes a soft sound, recognizing the joke bingo sheet he'd thrown together after the last variety show.
He hadn't thought anything of it as he'd filled out the squares then after the show, admittedly if he could redo some of them then he would, namely the singular blank square staring him in the face. This one had been a suggestion by the host when he struggled to come up with options for the sheet while they were live, and it carried over to this one, something silly for his mates to fill out. Of course his sweet Renai wouldn't be able to fill that box, even when he came with him on his runs he'd rather the two of them be back here doing almost anything else.
He's careful with the things on the desk as he lays the page out, grabbing a scrap sheet of paper, a piece of tape, and the pens the two of them had used, carefully crafting a new box and drawing a little fox head on it before taping it over the original. "There, I know you're not afraid of sweat so it's a perfect bingo after all."
wanting to kiss her. doing it while he can. please. the kumiho was nothing if not greedy, if not confident, thinking nothing of leaning across to cup her cheek and guide her lips to his, stealing a kiss there from his beloved nabi, his mouth lingering on hers, free hand running down her back to encourage her to stay, before he parted with a soft lick to her lips and a satisfied flicker of gold in his eyes.
let the silly little humans fuss. she was his to swallow down as he pleased (and he would savor every last taste of her).
Rumi's eyes have been glued to her screen for... gods she wasn't really sure โ long enough at least for the pair to sting whenever she blinked. Distracted as she was, she wasn't so out of sorts that she didn't notice when he came sauntering about like he usually did.
Facilitated by his hand, her chin tilts in his direction, eyes still focused on the screen until she feels the shadows of his features descend, then (and only then) do they close, and she returns the kiss instinctually and with very little effort.
"Ooookaay," she breathes a laugh, head tilting to the side as she settles her hands on either of @foxidol's shoulders โ phone and work forgotten. "You have my attention, what's up?"
maybe it's the stress of comeback, the rush of scheduling and shows and promotions, but it was nice to finally have a day off, enough to see him sleep in - until his body realized that the nest was too cold and pushed him into stirring, padding out with a sleepy yawn while wrapped up in silk that tumbled off his shoulders even before he draped himself against her back, burying his nose in her hair with a pleased little half-asleep chitter, ears lowering contentedly. "breakfast?"
"Lunch." she easily correct, though the tea cup she was currently stirring could hardly be considered lunch. One hand reaches back, patting @foxidol's cheek with a gentle touch before turning her attention back to the task at hand.
"I debated on whether to wake you or not but you looked so peaceful I didn't have the heart to disturb you," she adds with a smile thrown over her shoulder. "You hungry? I could โ"
She looks at the row of cabinets wrinkles her nose in thought. The ingredients were all there, but whether she could pull anything halfway decent together was another thing entirely. "โ order you something?"
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"i thought if i left, i wouldn't hurt you."
@foxidol reeeeeen :c
"i would have taken it."
the words are incredibly low in volume, the pair of them in rarer form today with ryeon's head in ren's lap, though his gaze had raised from a vague point in the distance up to the kumiho's face. "i'm glad you love me, aein. but i would have taken being hurt, for you. especially in my days of 'any attention,' so long as i didn't have to surrender you."
he's just going to sleepily close his teeth around his daarin's shoulder before curling back around him. no one ever told him promotion schedules would be so exhausting or cause his mates to have to part from him so often when he wanted time with them and he would like to file a complaint about it with his drowsy sharp little fox teeth in warm skin that smelled like home.
@foxidol | unprompted โฅ
even if ren weren't a kumiho, the use of teeth against skin had long ago become part of their communication. be it an expression of playfulness, exhaustion, or something else, sometimes words don't cut it where this does. case in point how ryeon's head tips to touch ren's without pulling away, humming a couple soft, sleepy notes in response. travel had become a tiring requirement and he'd been dozing with ren while recharging; truthfully, he's not yet ready to do more than stir a little, tighten the arm around his beloved aein's waist, and settle right back down.
oh she might not like the patterns blooming across his skin underneath his glamours, but he doubted she would argue with the fact that they let him slip his way from his hotel room across the world back to her side, the kumiho carefully balancing himself with a hand as he leaned over the tangle of blankets to find her, cheek brushing briefly against her temple before he kissed the same space.
"i know you're awake, nabi. i heard the way your breath caught when you caught my scent."
When her set of messages were left unread, Rumi assumed that he was either on the plane or busy doing whatever reformed demon boy bands did while abroad. It didn't help the worry nipping at edges of her thoughts but her own busy schedule had done enough to distract her from the more pressing questions.
He โ they, would be home soon. She could trust they would be on their best behavior with little interference from the hunters abroad. By the time she'd returned back to the penthouse and had retired for the night, Rumi had all but accepted @foxidol wouldn't be answering for a while.
It's fine. She's fine. Everything is โ and then there it was, that shimmery familiar scent of his, that idle electric charge that filled the room whenever something supernatural was near. As a ghost of a kiss presses against her temple, the ever present pout of hers takes form.
"All day I waited for a response. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
