[ the easy way that Minsu acquiesces to his hesitant question makes the warmth in Sage's chest burn all the stronger. the fox listens so easily, smiles and moves with the grace he has been created with in a way that it was probably never meant to be used. once upon a time, Minsu was seducing and luring with the curve of his ribs, the slant of his shoulders, seducing and destroying. but now--

now he is loving. he is want and desire and safety and home for the witch that is spellbound on the bed.

Sage wouldn't be surprised if Minsu laughed at him with the way he mouth is hanging open, eyes wide and dark as the watch every inch of skin revealed. the way the fabric of the panties contrasts so beautifully with Minsu. the witch can't even be upset but the noise he makes, low and hungry, when Minsu moves closer to kiss him, ona hand tangling in dark strands as he tips his head to the side, devour me in the curve of his throat.]

Want to see you beautiful face, Min. Can put some marks on your back in round two, I'm sure. [ a smirk that is meant to be smug but comes up a bit short is pressed against Minsu's chin.] But first I think you should get on the bed, all fours. Want to appreciate you a little more.