[As Hao's back arches, Hyunsu's gaze drifts downwards to admire his the shape of Hao's shoulders and collarbone. This is the first time he's been fully awake with Hao since their first encounter in Otherworld, and that was different. Hyunsu didn't really understand what Hao wanted or why. He was convinced Hao was messing with him for fun. And maybe he was doing that, who knows. It's not really important now, because since then Hao has become a fixture in Hyunsu's life and and both sides of him have accepted that.
Even now the monster can feel the syrupy affection the human part of him has for the boy in his lap. He'd like to call it stupid to feel that way, but he can't at this point because somehow it makes this better. It's easier to enjoy Hao's body and the way it moves, the way it feels in his hands. For once there is absolutely no resistance to Hyunsu's desire.
When Hao sasses him--because of course he would do that, wouldn't he? Hao never shows fear--the corner of Hyunsu's mouth quirks up and he hums thoughtfully, his hands lazily moving from Hao's ass back to his waist.]
Is that what you are? [His hands wander higher, up his ribcage, then to his chest where he finally pauses to tease Hao's nipples with his thumbs.] In distress?
[He doesn't sound convinced. That's not the energy he's getting from Hao right now. Apprehension, maybe, but no fear or terror or disgust. If anything Hao seems excited.
Then Hao grabs his chin and forces Hyunsu to stop ogling him so he can look into Hao's narrowing, skeptical eyes as Hao goads him and Hyunsu releases an exasperated huff of breath, as though Hao is being unbelievably silly to say something like that.]
Why would I do that? I'm Hyunsu too.
[He says it like it should be obvious, even though it's something he rarely acknowledges, even to himself. But, really, of course he wants to fuck him. Why else would he be here?]
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Even now the monster can feel the syrupy affection the human part of him has for the boy in his lap. He'd like to call it stupid to feel that way, but he can't at this point because somehow it makes this better. It's easier to enjoy Hao's body and the way it moves, the way it feels in his hands. For once there is absolutely no resistance to Hyunsu's desire.
When Hao sasses him--because of course he would do that, wouldn't he? Hao never shows fear--the corner of Hyunsu's mouth quirks up and he hums thoughtfully, his hands lazily moving from Hao's ass back to his waist.]
Is that what you are? [His hands wander higher, up his ribcage, then to his chest where he finally pauses to tease Hao's nipples with his thumbs.] In distress?
[He doesn't sound convinced. That's not the energy he's getting from Hao right now. Apprehension, maybe, but no fear or terror or disgust. If anything Hao seems excited.
Then Hao grabs his chin and forces Hyunsu to stop ogling him so he can look into Hao's narrowing, skeptical eyes as Hao goads him and Hyunsu releases an exasperated huff of breath, as though Hao is being unbelievably silly to say something like that.]
Why would I do that? I'm Hyunsu too.
[He says it like it should be obvious, even though it's something he rarely acknowledges, even to himself. But, really, of course he wants to fuck him. Why else would he be here?]