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A large hiking bag took up the frame of Saitama's door, casting a shadow over said sensei.

Holding the backpack was Genos, hopeful and willing to do anything to get his teacher to accept his (admittedly grand) request.

After all, the little apartment seemed cramped just for one person. Two would be pushing it, but he needed to focus on getting stronger every moment of every day. Any minute he spent travelling to and from lessons with Saitama was a waste.

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Minhyuk always prided himself on being sensual, romantic. So when he pulled you into his arms, he knew just how he wanted things to play out. Eyes relaxing to your frame as those fingers gently dusted over your bangs. Sliding those strands of hair to the sides of your face. He has your full attention now, but he wasn't ready to give you want you wanted... what he could smell you wantedInstead, he'd scoot closer, keeping to the arm of that chair where he could lean over just above you. Let his touch slide down to your jaw. 

Gently stroke the expense over skin in his reach, teasing your senses with the simple awareness of him, and those fingers curled around the tip of your chin to guide you. That lean deepening until his could be felt but moments from your own body. Where his breath could roll over your skin and yet still be too far away to steal intimacy from him. He waited here, held the moment as those lips parted for a moment. Separating for his thoughts to make themselves known. "You are, utterly... stunning." 

The pause leading the motion of his thumb to roll across that bottom thin lip, but he'd grant you no power. No chance to react when his lips met yours. Thicker, harsher. He was sweet in all but actions as he drew you in, threatening to suck in your very essence in hunger as he pulled at those plush pads. Licking, biting, bruising them a sensual red with every tilt of his frame. The promise to swallow you whole reaching it's abrupt end as he lingered there... just above you. Not realizing how his fingers threaded the locks of your hair to brace you for his affections.

If Minhyuk were but a weaker man, less confident or driven... he might have backed away. Let his gaze fall to the ground and surrender to his emotions. Instead, he focused on you. Letting those pale glassy orbs peer at your very soul with pursed lips and tightened fists. He felt stiff, tight. His shoulders pulled into an uncomfortable line, or wall... but falling rather unnoticed as his head tilted as he scanned your face. Eyebrows first. Watching the movement of carefully groomed browns, down to the curves of your eyes and the lashes that made them pop... following to the color of your lips and how they reacted or didn't.

While reading scents made people as easy as a children's book... he preferred this. Looking at someone, gauging them from their expressions. But mostly, from the way their eyes held him. He needed that, and looked at you silently, trying to see how those beautiful browns perceived the man in front of you. He'd stop... pause... and breath. That wide chest rising with the deepest of breaths for his sigh to release itself in the heavy exhale.

When you spoke to him, he could taste the judgment in the air. It's wet and cloudy flavor relating to storm clouds not ready to drop rain... and he reacted. Two steps. Two was all it took to close the distance between you. His hand reaching out to softly stroke your cheek. Tangling long digits in the sides of your hair in his little way to ease the mood. "Should I have? Would anything be different if I spoke it instead of keeping it to myself?" His head tilted now. Leaning so he could catch your attention in full... or hide how he gazed at your lips.

How could he describe the scent of that couch as you shifted, and he shifted and it's material puffed out breath after breath. Exhale after exhale. Wood, old material. The lingering scents of all those who've rested against its frame before, and Hoseok. It smelled like the color of red, but not the bright eye catching, flirtatious red. No... something a little more sinister, oozing a depth unbeknownst to the mind. Dark, alluring. Akin to a deep wine or a rich burgundy... stained with flecks of black paint off a brush and muddled with hidden colors but red... that's what stood out. That's what drew the dragon's senses as those lips curled and eyes narrowed to your frame.

Setting down the smooth of his cards for the next deal with a faint little pat as they hit the table, Minhyuk leaned back. Crossed one leg over the other by his ankle and merely looked at you for a moment. Hiding his thoughts behind that smile. Subtly red lips and pale skin. Emerald greens and red hair... the perfect painted face to keep behind the true devil within... and then a chuckle fell from his lips. Nearly melodic is how his rasp carried a little tune with every rise and fall of his amusement.

"If this isn't winning then I don't want to see what losing is like." Again a pause. A moment for the dragon to steal away to his thoughts. Letting his eyes wander along the curves of your face in a silence that felt to him, like hours and yet fell only seconds sort of the parting of his lips and the deep sound that followed. "hm... well. As the official winner of the night, I think we should make it fun. How about I give you three wishes. You can use them all now or over time. And they can be anything I am able and willing to do." That smile grew, pulling the corners of his mouth a little more mischevious than the warmth he intended but humans hardly had the sense to pick up on these things. Such clumsy predators... but entertaining.

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The way the faint breeze tussled through his hair felt comforting as if it were delicate fingers petting his head and telling him everything would be alright. Carrying with it the heavy scent of smoke as little ashes fell from the tip of that cig and with it, little embers flaring up bright with the intent on going out with a bang before sizzling into nothing. How fitting it felt, to their conversation as his chin lowered. Tilting in your directions so that he could look at you. Read you. Scents painted a picture, but it was expressions he favored as those hues lowered in a moments weakness, then returning to the scenery where there was no judgment, no criticism. Nothing but beauty to gaze back.

And how cruel beauty could be if only to remind you of how small you were in this world and the many worlds out there. That one life form however immortal or powerful was but a cog in a clock and merely played its part in silence with rare awareness of the other pieces around it sharing the weight. He slouched, how could he not. Body leaning forward with those hands crossing over his legs. The sounds of that bottle tilting and the liquids within shifting quickly to match the upset in its norm as you took your wigs or two played against his ear. It's bouncing sound playing with his silent wish that you didn't catch the faint smile that crossed his lips in a flash.

"Isn't that the million dollar question?" He couldn't answer, not yet. Even though his mind was already reciting what his lips would not. Instead, the dragon reached down to your bottle and took a rather generous gulp of his own. "I am being strong for someone who has taken up residence in the center of my world... a cute idiot who doesn't know his own potential, or how easily wounded he can get... but who's strong for me." he'd out stretch his arm a little, extend a finger from the neck of that bottle and point. "I'll have to get back to you with the answer to that once I find it... perhaps at the bottom of a whiskey bottle... We should go grab a few."

The feeling of cheap thermal cuts pressed against his lips as he took a long gulp of hot tea had Minhyuk wishing for the warm flat surface of a decent ceramic, as the flavor of honey and lemon rose up against his taste buds with the steam. Calming him from the inside, and though the dragon much prefers his own natural blends, this satisfied his craving nicely as that piping hot liquid rather quickly lessened and lessened with every subconscious press of that cup to his lips. Perhaps forgetting every now and then to pretend to blow it before helping himself to this aromatic flavor.

As your point touched the air with the feathery detail of the devil's advocate, Minhyuk's eyebrows furred lightly. The skin around his nose subtly pinching as he considered the point before a nod was offered. The deep passes of forest colored hues taking you in. Such a cute face, who would have known that there'd be such an interesting mind behind plump lips and an angular jaw. “You're right there. Assuming can be the Achilles tendon... but what if you don't assume either. If you can't prove that it's right and you can't prove that it's wrong... then you're just sort of suspended in limbo. At that point wouldn't you have to assume in order to push the conversation?? If for only to dispell your assumption?”

He pressed the cup to his lips again... one sip left and suddenly the dragon felt the need to go back to the counter to order at least 3 more cups of tea. Hell for the price they really should put more effort into providing more for the customer. "Bothered? No... Intrigued would be a better word I should think."