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punch me mananan

[ If someone had bothered to ask if he would be spending the day with someone special a year ago, Mananan would quickly retort that romance just wasn't something he enjoyed—both in fiction and real life. Though that shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone familiar, the servants of his household having seen the blunt edge of his response to confessions and gifts alike during the rose-colored holiday.

What should come to a surprise is when he calls home to tell his distant father, "Ah, yes, I'm currently seeing someone. No need to arrange anything for me this year." To which he hangs up immediately after when the response is nothing more than silence. He's gotta better things to do, after all.

Chocolates, red roses... a fucking six foot teddy bear. Just everything you'd expect from someone who has never celebrated Valentine's day with someone special before and wants to take that extra mile that was never offered in the first place.

Anyway he's kicking the door with his foot. Loudly. ]

Kyun~ My hands are full, hurry and open the door.

Edited 2018-02-14 16:57 (UTC)

[ needless to say, kyun... has possibly even less experience, as far as valentine's day goes. he's never really celebrated it before, because he's never really loved anyone before -- and he doesn't have rich parents to throw him parties, either? in fact, living so far removed from any sort of romance, he kind of.....................

................... completely forgets it's gonna be valentine's day.

so when he hears mananan, he just kind of assumes the other bought groceries, or something, crawling towards the door in some old t-shirt and size-too-big sweatpants. he's so fuckin' ready. ]

What the fuck? [ is the first thing he says, when he opens the door -- blinking away the initial surprise before making an expression straight from the math gif. ] Today's not my birthday.

[ Is it the weed shirt?? ]

Hahaha. [ He laughs casually, somehow he expected that sort of response. ] If today was your birthday I would have brought an outfit for you. [ Trust him he's already planning what to do for that date... because he's gotta. ] But it is Valentine's day, so it's basically the same thing.

[ But give him some room because he's going to step inside, the hand holding a bouquet of roses immediately extending towards Kyun. They look genuine—real—but they're fake. No romantic metaphor behind them besides the fact that flowers didn't exist unless he decided to look around the border between the two worlds. ]

Can you take this from me?

[ fuck yeah ]

... oh. [ his expression goes from confused to embarrassed, fast. now that he's aware of it, he realizes that mananan went to a lot of trouble, whereas he did... absolutely nothing. which is almost painfully to be expected, but still. ] ... shit, sorry.

[ he glances down at the roses, hesitating for a moment; also kind of distracted by... the giant fucking teddy bear, who also happens to be TALLER THAN HIM.

he takes them after a moment, though, lips pursing in a frustrated line. ]

I totally forgot -- sorry. [ what color are they, so he can jump to assumptions??????? ] Fuck, uh -- come in, and put that... anywhere. [ it's gonna take like half of his shitty small apartment so ]

Sorry? [ He has the shift the bear out of the way some so he can respond with a quirked brow. ] You don't need to apologize.

[ They're red, by the way. You already know Mananan goes from zero to a hundred real quick.

But he picks a corner that they never use to place the bear down. It's nearly his height and yet, somehow, it takes a lot more space than he ever could. Ah, he's already imagining tiny Kyun cuddling up next to it... being cute...

He wants to kiss him. ]

It's fine if you forgot, I just wanted to do this for you. [ Besides, what Mananan wants aren't flowers or chocolate. While Kyun is possibly moping he decides to approach him, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist. Immediately that void he's felt all day going without some kind of physical touch diminishes completely, his chest beginning to warm up. ] You're the first person I've ever liked, so I wanted to do a good job... do you like it?

[ of course mananan says it's fine -- and of course kyun knows that it's not, really. the other might not mind, but honestly, what kind of a garbage boyfriend forgets that it's valentine's day? especially in a relationship as new as this -- especially when his heart still flutters stupidly every time he even as much as sees the other, a small huff escaping pursed lips. ]

At least scold me properly, idiot. [ he glances over at the teddy bear, taking up the entire corner, and thinks it's definitely big enough to sleep on, for nights when mananan can't be in bed with him.

..................... ew, nasty. when did he get so gay??

such profound pondering gets promptly disturbed by the other's arms wrapping around his waist, gaze wandering up to meet his. like this, everything's suddenly more than fine -- and he reluctantly, hesitantly, wraps his arms around the taller boy's neck, pulling him down a little. ]

It's like, really fuckin' cheesy. What romantic comedy did you watch to get the ideas? 50 first dates? Friends with benefits? [ how does he know said titles? well, the answer is: shut the fuck up. ] It's... cute, though. I like it.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[ To be scolded... I absolutely hate it—Mananan doesn't, but he's ultimately content with the physical affection and vocal confirmation he receives. The corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile as the subtle weight of slender arms fall against his shoulders. ]

Never heard of them. [ He never cared about being romantic until recently. ] But let's watch them together. I want to watch all the movies you like most one day. [ Because he's curious. What about them does Kyun like? Does he wanna recreate that rain scene from The Notebook?? How much of the actual movie will they watch before Mananan inevitably whips his dick out??? ] You like it...

I'm glad.

[ His voice is warm, leaning down to press gentle kisses to Kyun's lips. ]

Admittedly I had to ask for some advice at work. I told them the person I like is really cute but aggressive~ would he even want anything like this? [ And of course Ginger said something along the lines of "he'd probably like to punch you straight in the jaw"... but he was quick to retort. ] But obviously you're a sucker for things like this, it's really cute.

Maybe.

[ shut up. at least he wouldn't feel as guilty, if mananan did scold him -- either that, or he'd get a boner. who knows anymore. ]

Oh... -- well, it's not as if I like them, or something. [ STOOOOP he absolutely... hates romcoms... clenches fist weakly... anyway, the faster mananan whips his dick out the less suffering-from-cheese kyun will have to endure, so in that one situation, it's actually perfectly welcome.

he does feel a bit warm at the thought of watching movies together; just... any movies, really, because kyun's gonna spend the entire time focused on mananan, anyway. it's hard to pay attention to anything else, when the other's close.

like right now, with him pressing small kisses to kyun's lips; body burning up as he feels something inside of him melting. ]

Huh? That doesn't sound like me at all. [ he's not cute? aggressive, maybe, but he's totally handsome, and he's told mananan to call him that before!! as much as he'd love to punch him in the jaw, or get punched in the jaw, for that matter -- he refrains, though, still holding onto his neck -- almost hanging off of it, really, the way he's pulling him down.

the urge to kick the angel in the ankle rises within him pretty quickly, though. ]

Shut up! The only reason I'm not throwing it away is 'cuz I'd feel bad for you! [ HE'S NOT A SUCKER FOR THESE THINGS GO AWAY ] You'd probably cry, or something. It'd be really annoying and fuckin' pathetic. Plus, since I didn't get you anything... I guess I owe you. Kinda.

[ ugh what does mananan want... dinner, bath, or making out with the big ass teddy bear staring directly at them, with fbi agent cameras in his eyes?? ]

i said i'd kick my own ass if any of these threads get into nsfw territory and these are the fuckin options you give me

[ And it feels warm to him, too. Obnoxiously so.

In fact it just begins to overflow and encourage him to take the next step. Especially when Kyun kisses back, embracing his touch and the fact that the other seems to pull him closer; wanting him there, latching onto him. His heart swells with that familiar sensation of when he noticed how strikingly beautiful Kyun was in every angle; he doesn't even realize that one of his hands has moved up to caress his cheek until he subconsciously strokes his fingers along the shell of the other's ears. ]

I'd get really angry if you did that, yeah, but that's obvious.

[ And that's not what's important. Kyun gets the idea the he owes Mananan in some kind of way and while he doesn't agree, he does want to do... that.... right in front of the FBI agent watching them. ]

You don't owe me anything. I've already told you before, remember? You're everything that I could want... [ But is that enough? Of course not, and Mananan realizes he would be lying to the both of them if he said that. Instead he decides to be as blunt and dry as he usually is with his honesty: ] I'd like to hear you say that you like me, though.

[ and that's it that's all he's content kyun is perfect he could never want anything else ]

I'd also like for you to use your mouth on me today, haha.

[ hE'S SMALL BUT GOT A BIG MOUTH ]

[ and subconsciously, kyun tilts his head to lean into mananan's touch, rubbing his face against the other's hand like an affectionate cat. ugh. UGH.

of course mananan would be an exhibitionist, though. ]

Yeah, see. [ he nods sagely, completely ignoring the fact that even if he wanted to throw the bear away, he probably wouldn't be able to carry it out all by himself. it's fucking huge, ok.

and the bouquet of roses seems handy to slap mananan with, if he says something stupid. he's still holding onto it, despite definitely having better things to do with his hands. ]

And I already told you that's bullshit. [ he doesn't mean it in a self-depreciating way; at least not this time. it's just pretty obvious there are things mananan could request -- wants to request -- and today, kyun's willing to listen to all of them.

... most of them.

what he doesn't expect is a request like that -- but in the other hand, it probably makes sense. while for kyun, it's pretty obvious how fond he is of mananan just through actions alone, hearing it come out of his mouth would probably calm any doubts -- he needs constant reminders, too, so it's not... anything he can't fulfill. even if it's embarrassing.

... ]

Mananan -- [ his grip on the other's neck tightens, as he drags him down just enough to press their foreheads together. being honest about feelings is still a bit hard; he feels vulnerable and scared and fragile -- but happy and warm and fulfilled all at once. ] -- I like you so much I could die, really. Like my heart will jump out of my chest every time I see your face.

[ a pause... ]

... and yeah, I'll blow you tonight. As many times as you want. [ smh. ]

[ Ugh, he really is a cat. And Mananan is that overly excited puppy who, admittedly, craves for the vocal confirmation of the person he pours all his affection towards. Just to know that he makes Kyun as happy as he does him, and if he ever doesn't then he can fix it—somehow.

Funnily enough, even if it's something he wants, Mananan does tense slightly underneath the other's touch. Slender fingers finding the small dip in the back of his neck, deliberately allowing himself to physically cave in and be pulled closer. There's something charming that he can't properly describe when their foreheads touch, but the moment he looks to Kyun's eyes everything seems to make sense; it's tender, he loves him, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face when he hears those words.

There's a second of relief. A second of selfishness. And after everything sinks in he's just...

tossing the fucking chocolate somewhere else. ]

Am I just that handsome? [ —He can't even play around for that long. Not when his hands can fully appreciate the small dip and curve of Kyun's waist as he puts his hands on him, fingers curling to hold onto him as if it were this very moment that was keeping Mananan's existence intact. ] Don't worry, I'll become the very air you breathe so you don't go dying.

[ THIS IS SO CHEESY AND GROSS UGH.

He breaks the remaining distance between their faces with a mischievous glint to his eyes. Lips pressing hard with a heated desire, having lost the last bit of his patience as he hoists Kyun up. Encouraging the smaller to wrap his legs around his waist. The blood in his body begins feeling hot and feverish and he needs to feel it everywhere. Tongue peeking between teeth to swipe his bottom lip, motioning him to open his mouth so that he can deepen the kiss. ]

[ But while walking to the couch he totally fucks up and hits his shin against the living room table. Fuck.

At least they fall ever so eloquently on the couch with a big ol' POMF. ]

Pff — Hahahahaha! [ And of course Mananan laughs, despite the possibility that he's gonna have a bruised lip later. He's a failure but at least he doesn't have his dad somewhere backing that fact up. ] Are you okay? Sorry.

[ mananan apologizing just gave me an ulcer ]

Definitely not.

[ but as soon as mananan throws the chocolates to the side, kyun lets the bouquet slip from his hands and onto the floor, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around the other's neck; too busy feeling like his skin will burn beneath mananan's touch, even through the material of his Weed Shirt(tm), though he'll definitely come back and put these in water properly when they're done... he'd feel bad otherwise, ok.

that's all quickly forgotten, too, though -- lips curving in a small snicker as mananan speaks again. ]

And where'd you get that line from? [ mananan is reading harlequins, isn't he? note to self -- don't let him read 50 shades.

with a small huff, he lets mananan pick him up, wrapping his legs around the other's waist for stability -- too engulfed in kissing the other back to notice that said stability is simply an illusion. he parts his lips and lets their tongues meet, eyelids falling shut -- in the middle of biting at mananan's bottom lip when... ]

Owwww -- ! [ he might've landed on the couch, but that doesn't change the fact that his six-foot-something angel boyfriend is sprawled on top of him, and, well. it kinda hurts????

he's wheezing when mananan laughs as if nothing happened, raising his leg weakly to kick the other right in his ass. ]

No, you definitely broke my fuckin' spine! I can't breathe, stupid -- !

[ Stop if he killed him he'd fuck him back to life like that one vampire doujin. ]

But you're shouting just fine... ?

[ He almost—almost— takes offense to the whole situation. But fortunately he knows where his priorities lie and him weighing a shit ton more than Kyun is something he can shrug off, the possibility of accidentally hurting him because of his fat ass is much more concerning.

So he lifts himself off of the other, carefully untangling himself. ]

You're not seriously hurt, are you? [ Humans have to go to the hospital if they're seriously hurt... and unfortunately that much interaction with mankind would probably result in termination. Just the relationship he has with Kyun was him constantly walking on thin ice. ]

[ just for reminding me of that doujin's existence u owe me nasty priest mananan/vampire kyun au?

anyway, mananan should take offense to it. well, he's not fat, and kyun's not saying that he is -- but he does weigh a considerable amount more? given his height and build, that's only a given, and also, kyun's a weenie, so there's that. he's not in any actual, real pain, though; just a bit of discomfort, soon lifted by the other pushing himself up. ]

I'm fine, I'm fine -- I'm not that fragile. [ he snickers, raising his hand to pat the other's cheek. he might've been exaggerating, but listen -- mananan's worried face is cute?

his back feels a little tender, but it's hardly the worst he's ever had. ]

Actually...

[ and he promptly looks down, reaching to rub at his sore neck in a bit of a sheepish gesture. ]

Getting crushed by you might've turned me on.

[ I mean... okay? I can finally kill your character.

Mananan still appears visibly concerned despite Kyun's reassurance. The pat on his cheek earning a quick glance at best, lips pressed firmly against each other instead of joining the light of the situation with a small chuckle. However his expression does become noticeably softer, relaxing some as he sits up.

—And then this little fucker goes and says that. ]

... Uh. [ What does he?? mean???????? ] I always try to lean a little bit of my weight against you... if that's what you mean. [ But he highly doubts that. It's something different, something that he hasn't thought of before, but he clearly needs a better explanation of what exactly Kyun is trying to imply. He blinks thrice, eyes catching some glimpse of light and glistening with an almost child-like curiosity.

His hands move to place themselves on the smaller's thighs, thumbs pressing down firmly as he spreads his legs apart. ]

If not then tell me so I can properly understand.

[ nice............ ]

No... that's not it. [ ugh.... ugh. why does he need an explanation? he looks at kyun like a child, eager to learn -- and now he's torn between telling him the truth or avoiding the answer altogether. how could he destroy this innocence......

nevermind that at the same time, mananan's prying his legs apart, which considerably ruins said innocence all by itself.

ugh... fine. ]

I meant like... [ he lets mananan settle between his legs first, laying down on the couch properly; position and expression vulnerable, despite what he's about to say. ] I want you to... -- if you don't mind, maybe... hit me... when we fuck?

[ He can't remain innocent for long when his dick is getting hard.

In all seriousness, he is genuinely curious. It's not just learning something new in general, but more so learning something new about Kyun—by now it should be almost glaringly obvious that Mananan's fixation knows no bounds. Even how he positions himself between the smaller's thighs, or how his hands grope his sides, it's quite literally Mananan feeling him out; he's memorizing everything as if it was the first time.

Unfortunately that doesn't mean he's distracted by what Kyun says. He appears visibly confused for a split second, but doesn't bother to break eye contact as he doesn't hesitate to take one of Kyun's hands into his own. Interlocking fingers, pressing his palm flush against the other's, not necessarily finding comfort in the gesture but still feeling refreshingly warm.

It's on complete opposite ends in comparison to what he's requested. ]

Is that what you want? [ It's all he asks, breathing in slow before leaning in closer. ] —That's not romantic at all. [ But his lips curl into a grin, fingers squeezing the smaller hand in his current possession. His lips ghost above the skin of Kyun's neck, only pressing a single kiss against the skin behind his ear. ] But that's just like you... so if it's what you want, I'll give it to you.

[ mananan has always been touchy; it's even more prominent when they're like this, when his hands get free access to roam, wander and explore -- endlessly curious, as if it's the first time he's touching kyun at all. he can't help but find it endearing; the fact that his boyfriend can't get his hands off of him is also a good ego boost?

still -- as embarrassed as he is about what's just been said, he can't exactly focus on the small details, looking for... disgust? disappointment? anger? on mananan's face. he gets none of the above; a brief flash of confusion, maybe, before the other leans forward to lace their fingers together, warm and gentle despite everything. ]

I -- yeah. Sorry. [ like he doesn't know it's not!!!

he's also painfully aware that it's him who's supposed to be fulfilling mananan's requests, and not vice versa -- but since they're already this far in, and he can feel a shiver wander down his spine when the other's lips brush against his neck, it's not as if he wants to back out of it, either. selfishly, maybe, but it's not as if mananan didn't know this about him.

... at least he's still down to blow him, if he lets him go. ]

You could've at least pretended to be more surprised. [ he huffs, but grins back, wrapping his free arm around the other's neck while squeezing his hand with the one in his grip. ] When I say hit, I mean punch, not just... tap. Just so you know.

A tap? [ He huffs, a little noise of amusement, knowing that any other time he may just be a little more dismissive by an explanation like that. But by now he's accepted that what Kyun asks from him isn't far from his area of expertise, so it's manageable. Even if he's sure that if he were to repeat it to anyone else they would believe it to be odd. ]

Hn. [ Mananan closes his eyes for a moment, chest rising and falling steadily, just a few degrees faster than ordinary breathing. Kyun's touch is such a simple thing, but his body responds to the hand holding his and the arm wrapped around his neck as if it's the first time he's been embraced in such a way. ] I know... You never like it when I try being gentle.

[ However he soon breaks that contact; disconnecting physically and sitting on the back of his heels before peeling the gloves off of his hands. ]

But I like that you've told me anyway. [ If the tent in his pants wasn't evidence enough—Mananan shifts his hips, movements more careless than usual as he grinds himself hard against Kyun's crotch. With one hand he braces himself by holding onto the back of the smaller's knee, grip tightening.

And wordlessly, without any sense of so much as warning him, Mananan brings his free arm back and brings it down to collide with his cheek. Hard.

He feels his cock swell the moment his knuckles make the raw contact against Kyun's skin. Heat pools in his stomach and there's no doubt that he's turned on by the idea of flat out punching him—but his heart tells him to be more careful, that he needed to draw back some of his strength, that hurting Kyun (physically or otherwise) was the worse thing he could ever do. He wants to apologize immediately, but at the same time there's a sickening feeling of pleasure that surfaces in the glint of his eye as he uses the same hand to grab the smaller by the jaw and force him to look at him.

What he doesn't even realize is that he's observing with a smile. ]

That hard enough for you? Or maybe you want me to get closer to breaking something?

[ this is a joke tag or maybe not idk i'm fucking laughing tbh ]

[ well, yeah, but you're not supposed to talk about what you do in the bedroom with your boyfriend unless he says it's okay? watch mananan go tell ginger, anyway -- ]

Haa... you make me sound awful. [ he likes it? sometimes? when they're not fucking? under most other circumstances, he likes being showered with affection; it's embarrassing, sure, but it's nice, too -- and mananan's got plenty of that to spare.

with a small huff, he lets go -- lets the other lean back to sit between his legs, instead, pushing himself a bit down to make sure they never quite stop touching. watching mananan take his gloves off is enough to get his heart racing; breath hitching as he braces himself expectantly, pupils dilated and lips parted. it's... almost jarring, how the heat beneath his abdomen spikes as soon as he sees mananan pull his arm back -- a loud groan escaping his throat as soon as the other's hand connects with his cheek.

it hurts -- the impact is enough to make him dizzy, vision going black as the ache sets in. he blinks it away, gasping; doesn't quite get the time to settle down before mananan grabs his jaw and forces his head to turn, eyes wide and face flushed. and if that wasn't enough of a proof how much he liked it, he rolls his hips down against the other, cock straining against the constricting material. one hand wanders up, to wrap around mananan's wrist; he returns his smile with a dazed look on his face, turning his head to press a small kiss against his palm.

after a moment of thought, he follows that up with his tongue; slides it over mananan's fingers, reveling in the way his cheek stings and protests against any movement. ]

Yeah... -- yeah, just like that. Maybe harder. [ he exhales, hooking one leg around the other's hips to pull him in a bit closer. ] I told you to fuck me when you do it, though, didn't I? C'mon, Mananan -- I can see that turned you on, too.

[ if mananan thinks kyun didn't notice how hard he got, he's wrong?? ]

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