[he's sorry! but it is kind of nice when he can turn it around and surprise sage instead.
he makes a low pleased grumble, eyes dark as they linger on the witch. he's not a monster anymore, but he'd still like to gobble sage up in his own special way.
he turns his hips towards him a little more, just enough that sage might notice the top button of his jeans undone, and the little peek at something white in the opening.]
[....you're gonna kill him. holy shit, you are gonna kill him and he is gonna die happy. there is a choked noise when Minsu turns and Sage zeros in on the familiar fabric. sorry if there are bruises on your hips.
only not sorry at all.
the witch opens his mouth once, twice, before he manages a low:] Fuck.
[ there is a moment where it is clear that Sage doesn't know if he wants to torment himself more looking at that contrast between the white silk and the golden hue of Minsu's skin that he can see or stare wide-eyed at the fox and the pleased smirk he knows is on his face.
instead, he opts for option three which is him stepping back just enough to sit on the edge of the bed.]
[it doesn't help that his body is literally made for this. made for sage. the sound that he makes, the way he holds minsu's body like he's torn between claiming it and consuming it himself, it all shifts minsu's hunger to something a little less deadly but just as sharp.]
I think I could. Do you?
[he steps closer, reaching for sage's had to guide it over his lap, so he can feel and appreciate the swell of him before he brings the witch's fingers to his zipper. they unzip him a little more together, and the underwear that sage bought is clearly a little tighter on the fox's body.]
You should see the back of them.
[minsu turns around and hikes up the hip of his shirt, jeans sliding a little lower on his hips so that the top of his panty clad ass just starts to show.]
[ it is at times like this that Sage wonders how he managed to get so fucking blessed. because here he is with Minsu in white, silk panties that are probably a size too small smirking at him and all but asking to be touched by him. the witch really has no idea what he did, but fuck he knows he would do it all over again and then some if it meant keeping the fox with him.
palming Minsu lightly before the other turns, Sage lets his fingertips trail along the waistband of his jeans, maybe pushes them a little to encourage them to fall a little more. even if that does then leave him more or less breathless with the sight of Minsu's ass in lace and silk and--]
Gods, baby, you could have me believing the earth was flat and you damn well know it. Was gonna surprise you with these but-- fuck you look so good.
[ the witch sounds more than a little awestruck, a little hungry too, emphasised with the way he lets his fingernails leave faint red marks above the white.]
[minsu feels like the blessed one. a creature of nightmares, meant to only pretend at passion and love. somehow he found it with sage, the real thing, and it's the difference between life and death for him.
not to mention the bill when they go out to dinner. it's a good thing that the witch's charms fetch high prices.]
I'm sorry. [he looks back over his shoulder at sage, bottom lip caught between his teeth when he rakes his nails slowly across his skin. he could probably tear those right off of him, but where's the fun in that.
so minsu steps just out of reach, turns around to smile warmly at him.]
[ 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--]
[slowly. minsu has to keep reminding himself of that. he meant what he said, he's sage's, not just in moments like these but always. so it's difficult to tease and not just give him what he wants the second the words slip from his lips. he wants it slowly, and the weight of the witch's eyes, how clear it is in them that minsu is something that's wanted, even cherished, is far from a hardship.
he pulls his shirt off, and he does that slowly too, pausing ever so briefly when his eyes are still covered, but his mouth and chest revealed. he could be an image from one of sage's cards, one of lust and surrender.
minsu pushes at his jeans next, revealing one hip at a time. the elastic of the panties cuts into his thigh a little, but they're a little tight everywhere. his eyes glow unnaturally at that request. the fox steps out of his jeans and crosses over to the bed, his body stretching as he leans in to give sage a kiss, lips brushing down his neck.]
Okay. Do you want me to face forward, or would you like to leave more of your marks on my back?
[ 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.
[he can almost imagine devouring sage, almost, because he would bite down on his bead and spit out the fragments of it along with bone and blood before he would ever actually hurt him.
but it's easy to imagine his mouth all over the witch's body, tasting and sucking marks onto the pale skin. catching it between his teeth and making sage moan his name, overwhelming him and taking him into his body. swallowing him down and savoring the taste on his tongue. yes, there are plenty of ways that he wants to devour him, ways that he can and still wake up to sleepy pleased and satisfied smiles the next morning.
minsu groans at the suggestion of a round two, and and he does catch sage's bottom lip between his teeth for a little nibble before crawling hands and knees onto the bed. his head hangs low, but minsu checks sage's reaction, watching for his expression when minsu all but presents himself to him like an offering.]
[ early on in life, Sage learned that hunger was a reminder that you were still alive. that you had made it one more day despite the world conspiring against you. despite there being so many creatures out there that were ready to make a meal of your fragile bones and tender heart. but with Minsu, something of that changed. sure, it was a reminder that he was still alive, that he cravedwantedneeded Minsu in whatever way he could, but now-- now he wouldn't fight if Minsu was the one with teeth at his throat. would probably moan his name even if the other had his heart between his teeth.
much the way he is moaning Minsu's name right now, low and reverent, as the fox moves and bends himself so fucking gracefully. offers himself up to sate the hunger burning in Sage's belly. he groans as he drags his hands over the curves of Minsu's thighs, up to palm his ass, let his nails dig into the soft fabric lightly. ]
Fuck baby, you are breathtaking.
[ and yeah, Sage sounds more than a little breathless as he says it. then he is moving to sit up a little more, place himself behind Minsu to leave light kisses along his spine. a soft distraction before he brings his hand down, not too hard, against the curve of Minsu's ass. ]
This... this okay, Min? I want-- fuck, wanna eat you out until you're a mess. Then have you ride me.
[it's easy for his kind to take words like that for granted, to acknowledge them with a smug yet knowing smile. but it's not that way between them. on some minsu knows that he's attractive. he knows that eyes linger on him. he knows that he gets compliments and numbers slipped to him. but he only really feels breathtaking when sage says the words. maybe it's the way he sounds like he's lost his breath. it makes minsu want to kiss him hard and steal some more, but then sigh some of his own against the witch's lip.
it's sage's lips that are making him sight right now. the fox closes his eyes and just accepts. he accepts the feeling that's behind every press. he accepts whatever sage wants to do with him - the spelling out of which sends a shiver through his whole body. minsu curses under his breath as he grips the sheets.]
Please...? I want to be opened up for you. I want to ache for you so much that I take your cock until I ache from that.
[ there is a difference in Sage's world, between something that is beautiful and something that is breathtaking. sure, there are so many beautiful things, from sunsets to flowers, the way the swamp looks after a cold night. those are al beautiful things, but breathtaking? Sage is sure that Minsu is the only thing in creation that could truely fit that description. he is something so amazing, so beautiful and kind and ethereal, that there really are times when Sage looks at him and feels his heart and breath seize in his chest.
something beautiful and deadly all at once.
and Sage would have it no other way.
the witch hums and continues to let his hands move over the soft skin of Minsu's thighs while his lips trace the curve of his lower back, the swell of his ass, breath warm as he speaks.]
Gonna make you shake apart baby, let you know how much I adore you.
[ he moves slowly, fingers hooking into the band of silk and lace to tug the panties down to the tops of his thighs, trails his kisses along the skin as it is revealed. ]
[and deadly. it's a side of minsu that does exist, that comes out from time to time and lays waste to that sweet and gentle side of minsu. or it would for anyone but sage. it's easy to accept the pretty parts of a person, it's accepting the ugliness that's always a challenge. but for most people that ugliness is a bad habit, or mistakes made in the past. it's not blood and shadows.
sage accepts it. sage loves him in spite of it - or maybe because of it when that deadly side manifests against anyone or anything that crosses them. and it's cheesy, but that's how minsu knows that he's the one. he's head over heels.
and right now, on his knees too. he shudders at the feeling of the witch's breath against his skin, and the promise in his words.]
I already know, but show me anyway.
[he feels his erection pressing against the silk in front, the head of it pushing past the waistband.]
What happens if I tear your panties?
[because as sage takes him apart, he's sure to get a little carried away. a little rough.]
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he makes a low pleased grumble, eyes dark as they linger on the witch. he's not a monster anymore, but he'd still like to gobble sage up in his own special way.
he turns his hips towards him a little more, just enough that sage might notice the top button of his jeans undone, and the little peek at something white in the opening.]
Are you sure you don't? Really really sure?
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only not sorry at all.
the witch opens his mouth once, twice, before he manages a low:] Fuck.
[ there is a moment where it is clear that Sage doesn't know if he wants to torment himself more looking at that contrast between the white silk and the golden hue of Minsu's skin that he can see or stare wide-eyed at the fox and the pleased smirk he knows is on his face.
instead, he opts for option three which is him stepping back just enough to sit on the edge of the bed.]
You gonna have me change my mind there, darling?
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I think I could. Do you?
[he steps closer, reaching for sage's had to guide it over his lap, so he can feel and appreciate the swell of him before he brings the witch's fingers to his zipper. they unzip him a little more together, and the underwear that sage bought is clearly a little tighter on the fox's body.]
You should see the back of them.
[minsu turns around and hikes up the hip of his shirt, jeans sliding a little lower on his hips so that the top of his panty clad ass just starts to show.]
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palming Minsu lightly before the other turns, Sage lets his fingertips trail along the waistband of his jeans, maybe pushes them a little to encourage them to fall a little more. even if that does then leave him more or less breathless with the sight of Minsu's ass in lace and silk and--]
Gods, baby, you could have me believing the earth was flat and you damn well know it. Was gonna surprise you with these but-- fuck you look so good.
[ the witch sounds more than a little awestruck, a little hungry too, emphasised with the way he lets his fingernails leave faint red marks above the white.]
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not to mention the bill when they go out to dinner. it's a good thing that the witch's charms fetch high prices.]
I'm sorry. [he looks back over his shoulder at sage, bottom lip caught between his teeth when he rakes his nails slowly across his skin. he could probably tear those right off of him, but where's the fun in that.
so minsu steps just out of reach, turns around to smile warmly at him.]
I'm yours. Tell me what you want me to do.
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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.
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[slowly. minsu has to keep reminding himself of that. he meant what he said, he's sage's, not just in moments like these but always. so it's difficult to tease and not just give him what he wants the second the words slip from his lips. he wants it slowly, and the weight of the witch's eyes, how clear it is in them that minsu is something that's wanted, even cherished, is far from a hardship.
he pulls his shirt off, and he does that slowly too, pausing ever so briefly when his eyes are still covered, but his mouth and chest revealed. he could be an image from one of sage's cards, one of lust and surrender.
minsu pushes at his jeans next, revealing one hip at a time. the elastic of the panties cuts into his thigh a little, but they're a little tight everywhere. his eyes glow unnaturally at that request. the fox steps out of his jeans and crosses over to the bed, his body stretching as he leans in to give sage a kiss, lips brushing down his neck.]
Okay. Do you want me to face forward, or would you like to leave more of your marks on my back?
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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.
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but it's easy to imagine his mouth all over the witch's body, tasting and sucking marks onto the pale skin. catching it between his teeth and making sage moan his name, overwhelming him and taking him into his body. swallowing him down and savoring the taste on his tongue. yes, there are plenty of ways that he wants to devour him, ways that he can and still wake up to sleepy pleased and satisfied smiles the next morning.
minsu groans at the suggestion of a round two, and and he does catch sage's bottom lip between his teeth for a little nibble before crawling hands and knees onto the bed. his head hangs low, but minsu checks sage's reaction, watching for his expression when minsu all but presents himself to him like an offering.]
/finds this tags weeks later. whistles
much the way he is moaning Minsu's name right now, low and reverent, as the fox moves and bends himself so fucking gracefully. offers himself up to sate the hunger burning in Sage's belly. he groans as he drags his hands over the curves of Minsu's thighs, up to palm his ass, let his nails dig into the soft fabric lightly. ]
Fuck baby, you are breathtaking.
[ and yeah, Sage sounds more than a little breathless as he says it. then he is moving to sit up a little more, place himself behind Minsu to leave light kisses along his spine. a soft distraction before he brings his hand down, not too hard, against the curve of Minsu's ass. ]
This... this okay, Min? I want-- fuck, wanna eat you out until you're a mess. Then have you ride me.
it's still here!
it's sage's lips that are making him sight right now. the fox closes his eyes and just accepts. he accepts the feeling that's behind every press. he accepts whatever sage wants to do with him - the spelling out of which sends a shiver through his whole body. minsu curses under his breath as he grips the sheets.]
Please...? I want to be opened up for you. I want to ache for you so much that I take your cock until I ache from that.
YOU HAVE A POINT
something beautiful and deadly all at once.
and Sage would have it no other way.
the witch hums and continues to let his hands move over the soft skin of Minsu's thighs while his lips trace the curve of his lower back, the swell of his ass, breath warm as he speaks.]
Gonna make you shake apart baby, let you know how much I adore you.
[ he moves slowly, fingers hooking into the band of silk and lace to tug the panties down to the tops of his thighs, trails his kisses along the skin as it is revealed. ]
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sage accepts it. sage loves him in spite of it - or maybe because of it when that deadly side manifests against anyone or anything that crosses them. and it's cheesy, but that's how minsu knows that he's the one. he's head over heels.
and right now, on his knees too. he shudders at the feeling of the witch's breath against his skin, and the promise in his words.]
I already know, but show me anyway.
[he feels his erection pressing against the silk in front, the head of it pushing past the waistband.]
What happens if I tear your panties?
[because as sage takes him apart, he's sure to get a little carried away. a little rough.]