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[ecchymosis]

you know the drill.

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for ( devilish )

[ecchymosis]

[ from here. ]

[ he doesn't open his eyes.

more importantly, he doesn't ask; there's the faintest scent of sulfur cutting through the air like the bitter aftertaste of a stale cigarette, but june keeps his eyes closed against it until saiph's touch drags him back to himself, and—

this isn't kansas. this isn't the line 6. this is the immaculate marbled tile of saiph's bathroom, and the cooled air nips at the back of june's neck in warning: no sudden movements, little thing. june can't help it; a dawning realisation cuts through him, sharp and swift as it races down his back and to his fingertips. for a single, glorious second, june can't breathe.

he can't put to words the one question he wants to ask. his mind refuses to.

he's still reeling from the truth that's laid bare in front of him that he's gone pliant to saiph's ministrations. june's hands hover, stutter, pull back — he wants to touch him, he wants to feel the warmth of his skin and hope to be grounded by it, but june's caught in the throes of such a dark, consuming awe that he's worried of what he might do if he reached out and found purchase.

the water hits his bare skin and it's a shock. it's a slap to his senses, his ability spiking and turning inward. his blood is roaring in his ears; his breathing is caught painfully between his throat and his lungs. he sees everything and nothing and he wonders if this is what it's like to be blinded by light.

the kiss, when he realises it happening, feels like a benediction. june kisses back with all the finesse of a young lover, unraveling from saiph's simple touches, and fast.

in his reverence and desperation, june understands the one thing. what he's feeling isn't fear. it's something much worse. ]

[devilish]

[ what saiph wants from june isn't fair or right or natural. it's a black and violent current rolling unbreachable over everything it touches, uprooting foundation as it goes, endlessly reaching out across the empty vastness of the universe to a place where saiph's no longer welcome or can even remember. he wants june's lips, the slip of his tongue across the roof of his mouth and his hands in his hair. he wants the hot clench of his body under him or on top of him, and his throat bared for his teeth, heartbeat fluttering inside his mouth. he wants the filthy mortal rawness of a good fuck, and all the quieter moments that come after. he wants to peel him open, layer by layer, to the white bones of his ribcage, and swallow around the humanness of his insides. he wants loyalty. he wants unfaltering, unconditional love.

his selfishness is a defect in his personality, a part of his blanketed history that undoubtedly led to his fall to earth. he wants too much, all the time, and when june opens up against him, kisses him back so eagerly and so sweetly, it is his primordial nature that leads him to take what he gives him without hesitation. it's wrong; it's not fair. he deserves to be twenty-four and vulnerable, but not with him.

( because saiph's loneliness is self-inflicted. he has never learned how to love anything without destroying it down to the marrow, too heavy-handed for tender things. )

but even as he thinks it, he's pressing into him, tracing the delicate heat of his mouth with his tongue and tracking his fingers down his shoulders, over his biceps, loosely grasping one wrist to pin it to the tile by his side and squeeze his free hand over his waist. june is tired and injured, bruised and bleeding in multiple places, and saiph should clean him off, wash his hair and scrub his back, tuck him into his bed for the night and curl up around him. he will, he will, just not right now.

he ducks his head, teeth roughly scraping his pulse and then further down to his shoulder and collar bone. the hand at his waist moves between his thighs, skimming the underside of his cock before saiph grips him loosely, stroking him once. ]

for ( aljaz )

[ecchymosis]

that's going to end up in a housefire, knowing the way you do things.

[aljaz]

what's the point on humiliating someone if i kill them afterwards? i need them alive and ticking to know they're suffering

it's almost too much work for someone i don't give two shits about tho

almost :)

for luuk pt1

[ecchymosis]

[ from here ]

have you met me? it's the latter, always.

[xtraterrestrial]

Fair point.
I won't assume anything more positive ever again.

for luuk pt2

[ecchymosis]

[ from here ]

which is why i'm asking you, so we can get the ball rolling.
i actually don't mind complimenting you, i just don't know how it's supposed to go.

[xtraterrestrial]

I feel strangely put on spot here.
Something nice or helpful that I've done perhaps?

:>

[lastcall]

[Eun presses a hand down on June's chest, holding him still on her bed as she uses her other hand to hold his cock in place. Positioned above him, she fits the head between her slick lips and sinks down over him. Squeezing tightly, she groans as her hips press down, down until they're flush with his own.

With her smile a sharp slash across her face, she squeezes him deliberately.]

That's good, Junie. You're being so good for Noona.

8> also i'm rusty pls be patient

[ecchymosis]

[ there's grunge rock filtering through the bedroom door and june is thinking, nirvana isn't great for this, but he's throwing his head back and hissing through his teeth as he feels her sink down on him and—

and june digs his fingers into the meat of her thighs, dragging them up to her hips and holding on to her until he can feel the shape of her bones under his fingers. there are faint welts on her skin, left behind by her underwear, and june runs the flat of his thumb along them as he takes in how she looks on him.

she's beautiful. she's so beautiful it hurts him to look, but he's a moth drawn to her flame, and as he slowly rocks his hips up into her he repeats the word please over and over and over.

he's not allowed to come until she says so. her rules, not his.

june is thrilled to hell and back over it. ]

for luuk pt3

[ecchymosis]

[ from here ]

[ how far along with the debt is he, june asks himself. he has to be almost done with it; the does aren't anything like gloriana, they don't quite grab people by the balls and in a crushing grip all the time.

june grumbles under his breath. ]

A few more bodies and I should be done. I have to have done enough by now.

I really hate it, Lu.

Re: for luuk pt3

[xtraterrestrial]

[ A few more bodies....

They haven't really had an in-depth talk about the kind of things that June gets up to, but Chr'tt had always known. Maybe not the extent of it, but he still knew.

The only real comfort in this is that June doesn't seem enthused about the job he's forced to do.

Still, Chr'tt is quiet for a few minutes as he mulls this information over, driving in silence until he finally decides to speak up. ]

If you could do it without taking another life would you want to? Even if it took a little longer?

[ Chr'tt has a strange sense of morality. He has indirectly caused the deaths of more people than June could possibly murder on purpose, but here he is trying to hatch some schemes to get June out of killing just a few more.

Then again, he might have a sea of blood on his hands, but that doesn't mean he ever intended to carry that weight. ]

for haein

[ecchymosis]

[ from here ]

it'll be so sweet, i promise.

[unwieldy]

i normally wouldn't think anything of your promises, but i know how excited you get about this sort of thing.

[yesterweek]

[ Sometimes you go through your day without incident and things turn out just fine for you. You get up, you go to work, you veg at home, and you go to sleep to repeat the process the next day.

Sometimes you're not so lucky.

Sometimes you see a man brutally murdered right in front of your eyes on you way home for your shitty job that you hate.

Sometimes you find yourself wheezing and panting as you run down back alleys hoping to escape a literal murderer, and praying to god he didn't manage to spot you before you took off running. ]

[ecchymosis]

[ the thing about killing people in public is that there's always a chance of getting caught. it's a nine-out-of-ten times kind of thing where the threat of discovery is just that - a threat. but there's always that one instance, that one of ten, where luck decides it's done enough and goes for that heart-dropping instance where it brings to life your biggest worry about any given situation.

in june's case, it's someone walking into a murder scene, with him as the culprit. guess what just happened on this pleasant friday night, as june and the pale-haired stranger stare at each other in shock before the latter sprints off in the other direction.

june's running after him a heartbeat later, ringing up christine to ask for a favor (god, another favor, she'll never let him live this down) while running through the narrow alleys. he's bloodied up; it's not a good look. he doesn't have time to care about it, though, as he careens straight into the murder witness, throwing them both into the ground.

there's a tussle before june manages to pin the other against the asphalt, one arm pressed hard against the other's throat. ]

Stop f— Don't move!

for ( yesterweek )

[ecchymosis]

yeah yeah just get your ass over here

[yesterweek]

Ok, but for real.
Let's just take it slow.

for ( yesterweek )

[ecchymosis]

let's not be dramatic now. i can't promise shit like that.

fuck that where are you, i'll drive

[yesterweek]

You not being able to promise shit like that is dramatic!

I'm at my apartment. Isn't it going to be kind of a pain to backtrack like that?

for ( yesterweek )

[ecchymosis]

i don't drink, period. so yeah, this was a revelation for me.
you're a freak drunk.

that doesn't help your case, you realize.

[yesterweek]

Haha...
Yeah, I've heard that before.

Heard that too.

for ( yesterweek )

[ecchymosis]

yes and no, in that order.
is it a problem?

[yesterweek]

No, just...
Usually people say things like that as an insult.

[ Hesitating before answering honestly. ]

I've literally never done anything with another person before you.
Like sex, or sex related things, or even kissing.
No jokes about it, please.
I already know I'm a loser.

for ( turndown )

[ecchymosis]

gladly providing both in exchange for company.
i'm not above shamelessness, come on, come over.

[turndown]

you're a good dude, june
for real
i am coming on and over

for ( prioritize )

[ecchymosis]

i listened for it.
he was breathing fine after a while.
were you worried?

[prioritize]

[ it takes him a good few minutes to answer, stuck weighing how much honesty is too much. ]

it's hard not to be with you.
but it sounds like things worked out.

for ( speedloader )

[ecchymosis]

i don't know what i want.
you can decide for me.

[speedloader]

let me narrow it down for you, then
do you want my mouth, my cock? a certain place?

for ( 996b )

[ecchymosis]

[ from here ]

fell off. not entirely sure how it happened, just that it was during the commission of the chase. walking around in socks isn't great, let me tell you.

[996b]

there he goes, with wild abandon.

i couldn't call it glamorous, but i might be able to swing by, if you're looking for a lift. turns out i'm more or less in town.