collegestories | — MY LOVE IS TRUE

[ 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?? ]

[ Of course he is. He'll ask Ginger if Rum has ever prompted the idea of half of the things Kyun has, even if he knows not to be surprise of the inevitable shock from the former's end. But that's fine—and later when Kyun beats his ass for bringing it up he'll be fine with that, too.

But he has no time to consider any of that. Kyun is pressing closer, their bodies flush against each other with the exception of the uncomfortable strain from his pants; doubtless, he knows that the smaller individual can feel every ounce of excitement that centers at his crotch. He's always been discreet in a professional situation, but in situations where he is in the throes of sensation everything is laid out for the world. So even a stranger would realize that, despite the punch from earlier, Mananan is wrapped around Kyun's finger. ]

You look too damn sexy like that, y'know?

[ He'll do whatever he wants if it means making him happy. ]

I was just trying to set the boundaries. [ His thumb brushes against his chin, index and middle finger curling as his tongue glides across his skin. He releases a breath, something close to a chuckle. ] Wouldn't you be pissed if I hit you hard enough that you knocked out right in the middle? [ Not that he's looking for an answer, the pads of his fingers pressing flat against Kyun's tongue. You know what the fuck is going on. ] And if you want me to fuck you that bad, you'll have to help a little with the prep.

[ With his free hand he expertly manages to pull open his belt. Undoing the button of his pants before pulling them down his hips a ways along with his briefs, accompanied by a soft sound of relief. His eyes remain fixated on the man beneath him, the ache in his throat, the desire to taste Kyun on his tongue, as well as the way he looks at him now. ]

Your face looks awfully obscene right now.

[ he definitely won't be fine when kyun beats his ass for bringing it up, wtf. ]

You do, too. It's pissing me off, actually. [ he huffs, half-amused and half-frustrated, the image of mananan taking his gloves off still stuck in his head, for -- whatever reason. it was just really attractive, okay? especially since he followed it up with -- well, you know.

having the other listen to him so attentively is... nice, too. it makes him feel secure enough to allow him to do this in the first place; secure enough to show mananan everything -- bare all of his wants and desires for the other to see, comforted by the knowledge that no matter what happens, the angel will be there for him. whether he thinks that he deserves to be this spoiled is another subject altogether -- but right now, with harsh heat pooling beneath his stomach, he doesn't have time to think about that. ]

Haa, that's true. [ he huffs out, between pressing small, soft kisses to the inside of mananan's palm, tongue sliding over his fingers -- lips parted to allow him to slip them inside. sucking in a deeper breath, he hums, evidently pleased; lets mananan press his fingers down against his tongue, keeping his mouth open obediently.

and as much as he'd love to just forget preparation and fuck right away, unfortunately, this isn't that kind of a thread. so. ]

Mmm... okay. [ he doesn't let go of mananan's hand just yet, instead speaking around his fingers -- gaze wandering up from his hips back to his face, lips curving into a small smile. only then does he actually lean back far enough to let the angel's fingers slip from his mouth, his grip on his wrist loosening -- instead, he moves his hands to tug his shirt off, throwing the mess of weed patterns aside.

it was probably due for a laundry, anyway?? ]

Do you like it? [ with a small grin, he lifts his hips to begin tugging his sweatpants off, reluctantly unhooking his leg from around mananan's hips. ] What do you need me to do? Aaah, I want you inside of me really badly --

[ Ugh protect the weed shirt from getting cum stains on it.

But Kyun manages to pull a chuckle out of him, not that that's entirely difficult for Mananan to do in the first place; a low, quiet hum that vibrates and warms his throat while fingers slowly toy against the texture of the human's tongue. It's when his wrist is finally released that he draws his hand back, fingers lightly coated in Kyun's saliva. ]

I like it. [ He affirms it with a short nod of his head. Tongue flicking out to lick his lips, the heated hunger that starts in his stomach begins to course through his very being. It's a selfish want that's becoming a desperate need, to press his body flush against Kyun's and take everything he has to offer and then some. ] But it's also really bad~ I like it so much, and then you go and say something like that? Any more and I'll get impatient enough to just ram it in, haha.

[ But he doesn't. He's not that awful—at least he's not trying to be. ]

Just wait a little longer, baby.

[ He brings the two fingers that were originally in Kyun's mouth to his own lips, parting them appropriately. Catching index and middle finger between his teeth, tasting traces of the human against his tongue while at the same time ensuring there's a healthy coat of saliva on his fingers.

He maneuvers in whatever which way so that Kyun can effectively pull his sweatpants off, discarding them somewhere on the apartment floor along with his weed shirt. He places his hand against the smaller's knee, lips curled into a cat-like smile as his gaze travels down the human's body, over the curve of his cock and to his entrance. Mananan exhales slowly, something akin to an impatient sigh, as he slides a single finger inside Kyun's heat, purposely keeping his eyes fixed on his face.

His finger curls inside of him, twisting as he draws the digit back slowly. Withdrawing it to the tip before thrusting in with more and more force. And before Kyun complains—or whines (same difference, really)—Mananan is at least kind enough to add a second finger. There's a rush that accompanies the action, his face becoming flushed and appearing almost feverish, as he lowered his gaze to view the obscene way his fingers disappear inside Kyun's pliant body. ]

More?

[ ALEXA KILL THIS CLOWN ]

I'll do it more, then.

[ looking obscene isn't exactly difficult -- not when even laying in front of mananan, exposed and worked up and vulnerable, makes his heartbeat spike so rapidly. ]

Pfft -- [ glancing up, he offers the angel a small grin, shoulders rising in a shrug. ] Your dick and you are smarter than that, no? You know it'd be over if you rammed it in. [ cause kyun isn't ain, and he'd most definitely die.

death aside, dilated pupils observe as mananan slicks his fingers with his saliva, blinking away the initial surprise -- it's not ideal, but he's too turned on to really care, kicking his sweatpants off impatiently. realistically speaking, if mananan were to get up and find lube, kyun would end up whining -- even now, he presses his hips down to make sure their bodies remain close together, feeding off the other's heat.

with a small grimace, he endures the initial sting of it, exhaling a small sigh once mananan picks up pace. the discomfort fades away soon enough, melting into pleasant sparks of warmth that wander up his spine every time the angel thrusts his fingers in. quiet, strained whimpers begin to leave his throat, as he pushes his hips down against the other's hand; coaxing his fingers just deep enough to brush against a sensitive spot inside. and though he knows he should give it more time, the way his cock strains against his stomach -- and the way the heat coils impatiently beneath his abdomen -- demand otherwise; gaze clouded when he looks at mananan again.

combined with the faint ache from the earlier impact, there's no way he can wait any longer. ]

Yeah... -- yeah. [ alexa kill this clown, too ] All of it -- hurry.

[ mananan said he wanted obscene, so he'll get just that? kyun will even spread his legs a little wider, head tipped to the side. ]

Fuck me [ up ] already.

[ Immensely satisfied with every sound that leaves Kyun's mouth and how his body writhes beneath him at just this much, Mananan leans over to kiss him. There's a brief exchange of tongue, a sigh that manages to crawl its way out of his throat as the sensation of warmth in the pit of his stomach caused his cock to twitch as he envelopes it in the palm of his hand. ] You're so beautiful... I could stare at you like this all day and never get enough. [ Even if his cheek is a bit red and may begin to swell, Mananan can't seem to look away.

His eyes flicker with desperation, a need that matches the human's, but his mouth twists smugly as he draws his hand back. It takes little time for him to properly settle between his legs, Kyun having already practically latched himself onto him, and after a short, heated exhale Mananan has lined himself up and pressed inside. ]

Kyun. [ His name leaves his lips in a raspy tone, a hand guiding itself to grip his waist. ] Ah, I missed this—missed you.

[ They probably haven't had sex in like twenty-four hours and lbr in Mananan time that's like three years.

He relishes in the heat that embraces every inch of his cock, easing himself back and then thrusting in deeper. He doesn't even realize that his eyes have clouded with pleasure and dwindling control as he gradually begins to answer Kyun's orders and fucks him. Rocking his hips and slamming them forward, but only once, before his movements adjust into something slow and sensual; clearly experimenting, wanting to pull every sound out of Kyun's mouth that he's missed so much. ]

... ah, shut up.

[ the way mananan says it -- genuine and affectionate -- is enough to fluster even kyun, who tends to boast about his pretty face being his only good feature. still, he can't help but feel embarrassed, especially like this; laying beneath the other completely vulnerable, with his cheek throbbing and swelling in what probably... doesn't make the prettiest display.

he doesn't get to dwell on the details of this for too long, though; before anything else can be said and done, mananan's pressing inside of him, effectively clearing out any thoughts from his mind. for a moment, his head is blissfully blank, body shuddering from the sensations -- he groans as his eyes flutter shut, sucking in a few more gasps before he gets accustomed to the pressure, and the slight resistance due to the lack of lube. ]

Haa -- haha, it's been like... a day, you idiot. [ but kyun expects nothing less from his eternally horny boyfriend.

literally eternally?

for a moment, he lets himself fall quieter -- breaths reduced into strained gasps as mananan picks up pace, dazed gaze finding the other's. it's when he falls back into something more languid and slower that kyun begins to whine, every thrust drawing small, helpless mewls from the back of his throat. it feels good -- it always does, but the combined rush of pain and pleasure makes his special, somehow.

and speaking of... ]

Mananan -- [ he exhales, back arched to press his hips down and against the other's thrust. ] Mananan, hit me again.

Has it been? You're moaning like it's the first time. [ Not that he's one to talk, but of course he continues as if his breath isn't becoming heated with unhesitating groans of pleasure slipping past his lips. ] Especially here, [ Demonstrating by snapping his hips roughly, the head of his cock hitting that sensitive area Kyun had coaxed his fingers to brushing against earlier. ] your reaction is the best, Kyun—...

[ Half a gasp, half a growl from the chill that shakes its way up his spine, spreading to the farthest parts of his body with every roll of his hips. The initial discomfort has long since came and gone, Mananan fully appreciating the tight, warm feeling; complete, and it's grossly romantic despite the picture perfect image being ruined by Kyun's request. Not that he doesn't mind the fact that he can't sit and savor everything now—it just means later he will.

Nevertheless, he isn't a man of hesitation now that he's learned that both he and Kyun like this. Lips split into a grin as he encourages the smaller to continue moving his hips by releasing his grip and instead bracing himself against the material of the couch. It becomes obvious that Mananan is following through with the second punch as each second passes: thrusts becoming briefly more wild and without any real rhyme or rhythm to them, just ensuring that when he draws back and pushes back in it's hard. Matching intensity when his arm is drawn back and his fist meets Kyun's cheek a second time, however this time his index and middle knuckles roughly connect against his bottom lip.

hopefully he doesn't lose any teethies or i'll cry irl ]

That's... not -- [ true, he wants to say, but doesn't finish, a jolt of dizzying pleasure wandering up his spine. instinctively, his eyes flutter shut, back arching; lips part in a loud gasp, as unrelenting heat continues to pool beneath his stomach, every roll of mananan's hips sending sparks across the exposed skin.

and as mananan shifts, so does kyun, into a slightly more comfortable position -- to be able to push his hips against the other's thrusts that much easier, ensuring he's buried in as deep as possible when his fist connects with kyun's cheek. he can feel skin break beneath mananan's knuckles, lip splitting easily -- feels blood flow both between parted lips and down his jaw, drawing a loud moan from the back of his throat. the pain makes his head spin; combined with the way mananan's fucking him, hard and deep, he's already almost on the verge of coming, shuddering as if it was actually his first time; tightening around the other, muscles tensing.

admittedly, the impact makes him zone out a little -- when he opens his eyes again, the look on his face is nothing short of obscene; dazed and flushed, with thin rivulets of blood staining pale skin. ]

So good -- it feels so good, Mananan -- [ he blurts out, blinking away the stray tears from the corners of his eyes; reaches up, instead, to grab mananan by his neck and pull him down into a rough kiss, shoving his bloodied tongue right past the other's teeth. second hand wanders up, fingers tangling in the other's hair; light at first, then gradually tighter, as he keeps the kiss going for as long as there's air in his lungs. ]

[ Something happens that shouldn't, but does anyway: the sight of Kyun dazed with tears clinging to his lashes gives Mananan a feeling somewhere between enjoyment and contentment and he shudders, directing his attention the thrust of his hips. Pleasure burns in his stomach at the first sight of blood, hand drifting up to bring his thumb to his lover's bottom lip, padding softly as an apology burns the back of his throat.

But Kyun feels good, and admittedly so does he. His own breath rasps when he's being pulled in, gritting his teeth in a subtle grimace as the tight embrace around his cock causes it to twitch with desire of release. He knows that he's close, but he draws it out for a little longer—enough to appreciate the feeling of Kyun's mouth against his own. ]

Oh, baby... you're gonna make me come.

[ Mananan brings his arms around Kyun's frame, a hand bracing itself against the small of his back and lifting his hips. The taste of blood against his tongue, the warmth that spreads to every inch of his body, it's all so dizzily satisfying that his head nearly blanks. The only coherent thought he can manage being that he— ]

I love you. [ It's whispered when Kyun finally allows their lips to part. ] Kyun— ah... I love you. With all my heart.

[ Blood now peppers the corners of his mouth, tongue numb to the coppery taste. Mananan's eyes screw shut as he buries his face into the crook of the human's neck, holding him tightly against his own body. His entire body trembles with each wave of pleasure that courses and seeps into the marrow of his bones. It's selfish, it's naive, even, but he wants this to last forever—not just the sex but everything, so long as Kyun is there.

And he can't hold back much longer, biting down hard on Kyun's shoulder to prevent himself from damn near screaming as he comes inside of him. ]

[ with no space left between them, he moves both hands to wrap them around the angel properly, sneaking them underneath his arms to cling to his back. blunt nails dig into skin beneath, as he holds on through the waves of pleasure; kissing the other greedily, hungrily, until his chest and lugs burn and ache, until the taste of his own blood mixed with mananan's saliva rests atop his tongue.

he can feel the other's cock twitching, his own demanding attention; he'd much rather hold onto mananan, though, and let him fuck him into his climax instead, thighs quivering and muscles tensing every time he hits that sensitive spot inside. it's not going to take long, either -- but what truly pushes him into it is the angel's words, whispered like it's a secret; warmth spills over his chest, face, ears -- he's flustered, happy and blissed out all at once, whimpering that much louder.

being held so tightly is comforting, too; he can barely breathe, and barely focus on anything but the heat that sharply pools beneath his stomach, but he still manages to push his hips down against mananan's thrusts -- making sure he's buried as deep as possible when he comes. the sting in his shoulder is the final sensation to roughly shove him into his own climax; he can feel mananan's cock throb inside, and comes with a loud groan, the other's name on his lips. unlike him, he has nothing to muffle the sounds that continue to spill -- ragged gasps and feeble moans, his nails digging painfully in his boyfriend's back.

it takes him a good while to come down from the mind-numbing high; chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempts to catch a proper breath, his hold on mananan slowly fading into something gentler. ]

I -- [ it's still a bit hard to construct sentences, but he tries, anyway, panting all the while. at least with the high still clouding his brain, it takes him a considerably less amount of effort to utter these words, no overthinking included: ] I love you, too.

[ his body still shakes, though he's much more relaxed -- reaching up to slide his fingers in mananan's hair again, this time to pet him, head tipped to lean against his. ]

... do you wanna bite me again? Higher. So everyone sees. [ ??? this is a good way to show affection right ]

[ The sensation of nails pulling at the skin on his back is subtle, his senses fully focusing on his climax; head light and thoughts running blank aside from the fact that, with his chest flushed against Kyun's, he can feel his heart racing and vibrating against his own chest. Exhaling, his breaths remain ragged and shallow when he pries his teeth away from the human's smaller. Briefly examining the ring of teeth that would only last temporarily, but there's no doubt that bruises would surely follow.

But Mananan still clings onto him, refusing to let go, the words that shortly follow after they've both met their release (You've Earned A Trophy! "Let's Climax Together".) cause his entire world to slow down. Pinpointing every movement Kyun makes underneath his body, the numbing sensation that comes with post-climax subsiding as he embraces the shaking warmth beneath him. Those three words, which were so easily accessible from the potential partners his father have previously provided, are everything to him. His heart swells in his chest in the way it did he first saw Kyun's face, the second their eyes just so happened to meet, and again he feels that familiar tug in his chest—to love and to be genuinely loved in exchange, he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. ]

Yeah. [ He hums, closing his eyes as his grip finally begins to relax. ] Only if you do the same to me.

[ An eye for an eye, as they say. Mananan tips his chin, his teeth grazing across heated skin, lightly sweat coated skin before he bites at Kyun's neck, not as intense as the one one his shoulder but enough to leave an evident mark. One that he examines with curious eyes before he finally slumps down, releasing another ragged breath as he rests his head on the human's shoulder; gaze settling on his face, his lips slowly tug into a warm smile. ]

So... you love me, too?

Sure. Will it last?

[ he's not entirely positive, but angels and demons probably heal faster than humans -- not that it matters, really, as he tips his head up and lets mananan sink his teeth into his neck, exhaling a pleased sigh. slowly, he comes down from the high of his climax; breaths still ragged and desperate, but considerably slower, both arms wrapped around the angel's back securely.

and just as promised, when the other rests his head against kyun's shoulder, he angles his head just enough to reach mananan's neck -- biting at the exposed skin until he can feel it give beneath his teeth. he doesn't draw blood, but the mark is red and prominent -- something he watches with a pleased expression, as it's definitely above the usual, white-shirt collar mark.

take that, monday?? ]

Hey. [ huffing in sudden embarrassment, now that he's... a bit more aware of what he's saying, he's more flustered about it, too, melting beneath mananan's warm gaze. he looks... so happy; something that makes kyun's heart skip a beat, his expression so endlessly content there's no doubt in his mind that he's loved. ] I won't say it again, so make sure you keep it in mind, okay? I do -- of course I do.

[ stupid. ]

But I might actually die if I have to repeat myself, so stop looking at me like that.

Yeah, our wounds heal a little faster than a humans... but it should at least a day or two.

[ So enough that someone—Monday—will notice.

He grits his teeth, jaw tight upon having teeth brace themselves roughly against his skin. But it's not the worst pain he's ever felt, and the fact that it's inflicted by Kyun makes it oddly satisfying; a pleasant sigh slipping past his mouth as his embrace becomes tight in the few moments it takes for him to leave his mark.

He brings a hand to his neck, tracing over the wound with his fingertips. ]

You won't? [ He blinks thrice, but doesn't appear to be very concerned with the fact that this could be the first and last time Kyun confesses that he loves him, too. Mainly because he doesn't believe it, snaking himself out of the smaller's grasp and moving to prop himself up. He moves to pull himself out but stops halfway, a hand moving up to grab a pale, slender leg and push the human to his side. ] Then I'll just fuck it out of you.

[ A+. Wow. Incredible. Top Tier Boyfriend Material. Sousuke who? Charioce who? Belial who? idk them. ]

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i hope the fbi agent watching me type this tag murders me in my sleep

i mean............. honestly same

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