[ Minsu is something conjured up from the depths of Sage's dreams if you were to ask him. no matter the looks they get when they order out, or the occasional glitch from being a witch and a monster, there was no one else on this earth more made for Sage than Minsu. a feeling that is threatening to choke him right now with how he looks at him. the warmth that is there despite the situation.
the love and trust.
it makes Sage heart stutter in his chest.]
Wanna see what those look like on you, please. But, ah.... slowly? [ there is the barest hint of hesitation there, not because he is embarrassed but also because he wants Minsu to do what he is comfortable with. not just what Sage wants. but the witch is clearly fixated on him, shuffles back on the bed a little more, settles against some pillows, but doesn't take his eyes off Minsu.
he only breaks eye contact for a moment, a heartbeat where he inhales deeply, then--]
no subject
the love and trust.
it makes Sage heart stutter in his chest.]
Wanna see what those look like on you, please. But, ah.... slowly? [ there is the barest hint of hesitation there, not because he is embarrassed but also because he wants Minsu to do what he is comfortable with. not just what Sage wants. but the witch is clearly fixated on him, shuffles back on the bed a little more, settles against some pillows, but doesn't take his eyes off Minsu.
he only breaks eye contact for a moment, a heartbeat where he inhales deeply, then--]
I want.... ah, want you to ride me.