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[sorry for whinging again but this is for some reason how the bottoms of my posts look now....

like, what is that. where did the fucking notes count in the lower left go. why are my edit buttons gone from the lower right. why is it only on this account. i have no idea if i can fix it or not. AUGH.]

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[what the fuck is this new bottom bar on posts i hate it, give me my easy edit button back goddammit]

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What a pretty arch under his hands, made all the more tempting by feeling more than he could see it. The friction Jun had started was over too soon, teasing himself as much as John. He could already so clearly picture grinding on the other's lap - either barely undressed or still half-clothed - to see how long they could last before stroking hands got involved.

Jun held onto that image, while his own sigh slipped out softer and carrying a faint low vocality. His head tipped forward, dark curtain of hair swept over one shoulder to drape onto John's. A few more clipped, quiet noises hummed in Jun's throat, though he could still manage words.

His thumbs didn't stop the whole time he spoke, only slowing a bit when his smiling lips parted at the pull to expose his throat. Jun followed the coax closer, palms sliding up enough to spread over John's chest with an almost-massaging squeeze. Dark eyes fluttered shut, both to bask in every kiss and anticipate the pinch of teeth.

When it came, a moan leapt eager from Jun's chest. He couldn't help rolling his hips again, in close to tandem with the work of John's bite against his skin. The tightness in his leather pants grew more apparent, though Jun didn't yet reach to unfasten them. Not when he could skate his nails down John's sides instead.

His next exhale faltered slightly at the tender kiss over the throbbing mark, and his smile broadened. Hopefully he'd be covered in more by the time they slept (or at least, by the time John slept); he wanted to look at them in the mirror for the next few days, wanted to show off at least one no matter what he wore. That single-word question pried Jun's eyes open. Right, of course John would ask; he was too clever not to.

"Got some pretty sharp teeth, I think from my dad's side," he explained, casual ease and a sheepish laugh hiding the truths left unspoken. "Roughness and hickeys are great, but drawing blood's a different thing. Don't wanna go all Dracula on you without a warning, y'know?" Jun punctuated with a kiss just past John's hairline, arms wrapping round the other's back.

Jun felt the faster thrum beneath skin in his trailing kisses, and a little smile resurfaced. So, John liked the idea of him begging? Something to keep in mind, especially when he grew more certain by the minute that he'd end up doing so before the night was out, no matter what positions they decided on.

Ah, another common point of enjoyment. Maybe once John's shirt came off as well, Jun could give the man's chest more thorough attention. First, though, his smile became an angled grin and he lifted his arms up to help shed his tank top. One hand's nails skimmed through John's shorter dark hair again, its opposite resting atop the couch's back.

Spine coaxed into another curve at the drag of palms up his sides, Jun angled his head to welcome one of them into his bound hair. A soft moan rode his sigh past parted lips, while delicate gold glinted with every teasing motion. His inhale was clearer, sharper, though with no less pleasure before it rushed out in a warm chuckle. When his own hands lifted this time, it was to untie his ponytail and unravel the ribboned braid. Jun thus leaned a bit heavier into John's attentions as those teasing fingers found his other nipple.

He dropped the ribbon aside onto his shirt, hands bracing on the man's shoulders just in time for a skim of teeth over one pierced nub to buzz hot through his nerves. Humming a groan of encouragement, Jun tipped his head forward to look down between them - both to watch John work, and for his own touch to reach the hem of the other man's shirt that much faster.

Jun didn't yet pull the garment off, instead slipping spread hands beneath it to indulge his curiosity with touch first. The softness of skin beneath string-callused fingers, combined with the gentle tug on his piercing, gave Jun's wanting noise a keener edge. "Working me up already; you're a quick learner." He rolled his hips, enough for a single press and drag of his growing arousal against John's. He'd enjoyed mouths and hands on his chest in the past, so regardless of the avenue the other took Jun would love it. "Is leavin' hickeys one of the things you're up for? I might have to be careful returning the favor, but I'd love wearing yours." Another short, quiet laugh while Jun's thumbs slowly rubbed over John's nipples under the latter's rucked shirt. "Can't help it; just want more of your mouth any way I can."

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Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

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Jun felt the faster thrum beneath skin in his trailing kisses, and a little smile resurfaced. So, John liked the idea of him begging? Something to keep in mind, especially when he grew more certain by the minute that he'd end up doing so before the night was out, no matter what positions they decided on.

Ah, another common point of enjoyment. Maybe once John's shirt came off as well, Jun could give the man's chest more thorough attention. First, though, his smile became an angled grin and he lifted his arms up to help shed his tank top. One hand's nails skimmed through John's shorter dark hair again, its opposite resting atop the couch's back.

Spine coaxed into another curve at the drag of palms up his sides, Jun angled his head to welcome one of them into his bound hair. A soft moan rode his sigh past parted lips, while delicate gold glinted with every teasing motion. His inhale was clearer, sharper, though with no less pleasure before it rushed out in a warm chuckle. When his own hands lifted this time, it was to untie his ponytail and unravel the ribboned braid. Jun thus leaned a bit heavier into John's attentions as those teasing fingers found his other nipple.

He dropped the ribbon aside onto his shirt, hands bracing on the man's shoulders just in time for a skim of teeth over one pierced nub to buzz hot through his nerves. Humming a groan of encouragement, Jun tipped his head forward to look down between them - both to watch John work, and for his own touch to reach the hem of the other man's shirt that much faster.

Jun didn't yet pull the garment off, instead slipping spread hands beneath it to indulge his curiosity with touch first. The softness of skin beneath string-callused fingers, combined with the gentle tug on his piercing, gave Jun's wanting noise a keener edge. "Working me up already; you're a quick learner." He rolled his hips, enough for a single press and drag of his growing arousal against John's. He'd enjoyed mouths and hands on his chest in the past, so regardless of the avenue the other took Jun would love it. "Is leavin' hickeys one of the things you're up for? I might have to be careful returning the favor, but I'd love wearing yours." Another short, quiet laugh while Jun's thumbs slowly rubbed over John's nipples under the latter's rucked shirt. "Can't help it; just want more of your mouth any way I can."

"Well, the feeling's mutual there," Jun chuckled, the breath of his words feathering against John's cheek. Tempting as it was to keep peppering more kisses while he waited for the other's answer, he chose to hold off, pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet again. His own stare wandered as well, slightly hooded while it followed the line of John's nose down to those wonderful lips, then back up, as if trying to memorize each fragment of mingled color in hazel eyes.

They definitely shared a preference for touching their partners. Jun didn't mind a little tying up and whatnot, but only if he could be as sure as possible that it wasn't actually the end of a vampire hunt. Not the best thing to think about at a time like this. Fortunately, John assured an openness to experiment, then skimmed blunt nails up his tattooed back. Jun arched a little, rising subtly from the other's lap for a moment as if to chase the feeling, before he settled again. Gentle or rough? He had practice with both, with ensuring he still limited the latter enough not to injure on accident. Which might make John melt more? Maybe a mix of both?

Lined lashes fluttered at the lips brushing along his throat. He wouldn't dare bite down if it were his mouth on John's neck - not when the other didn't know what he truly was - but the rest of what he could do was more than appealing. And for his own part, he ached for John to bite down, to leave him littered with affectionate ruddy bruises. Even as gentle as it was, the tug on his hair had Jun's lips parting for a soft vocal sigh, eyes closed in a slow blink when their foreheads met. His whole scalp tingled pleasantly, already wanting more, a bit harder too. He might have comparatively more hair to work with, but there was still plenty to card a hand through, painted nails skimming just firm enough not to tickle. A low hum escaped from the back of Jun's throat at the rub of one thumb so close to his clothed groin. Another easy point of common enjoyment; Jun's slanted smile resurfaced.

That smile grew wider, dark eyes alight, at the mention of teasing. And after all that, for John to flush further with an assurance about lipstick marks, Jun followed a whim to kiss the end of the man's nose. Hot and cute all at once; I really lucked out tonight.

"You could probably tell I like hands in my hair too. Kinda sad I tied so much of it back," he admitted, only partly joking. "But I'm pretty sure I'd like your hands anywhere I can get them." Another kiss to John's cheek this time, then a few more leading to the soft skin just below one ear. He could feel John's pulse against his lips like the thuds of a kick-drum, but it wasn't so much a coaxing call as it was pleasant background music. Jun simply pressed another lingering kiss there, fingers curling a little more in John's hair. "'Cause I'd let you tease me," Jun continued in a low whisper. "Until I fold, 'til I'm begging for you." He pressed his hips closer against John's touch. "You can get a little rough if you want, too. I don't mind being manhandled."

Another kiss to John's neck, then another up near his temple. His other hand slid down onto the man's chest, teasing one nipple through the shirt. Half-lidded eyes watched John's face, hoping for enjoyment or at least not discomfort. "I like touches here. ...Both of mine are pierced, actually; made them more sensitive. Wanna see?" They were only simple gold hoops beneath the soft violet cloth of his backless shirt, but they'd accent dusky nipples and contrast nearby fine, dark chest hair.

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"Well, the feeling's mutual there," Jun chuckled, the breath of his words feathering against John's cheek. Tempting as it was to keep peppering more kisses while he waited for the other's answer, he chose to hold off, pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet again. His own stare wandered as well, slightly hooded while it followed the line of John's nose down to those wonderful lips, then back up, as if trying to memorize each fragment of mingled color in hazel eyes.

They definitely shared a preference for touching their partners. Jun didn't mind a little tying up and whatnot, but only if he could be as sure as possible that it wasn't actually the end of a vampire hunt. Not the best thing to think about at a time like this. Fortunately, John assured an openness to experiment, then skimmed blunt nails up his tattooed back. Jun arched a little, rising subtly from the other's lap for a moment as if to chase the feeling, before he settled again. Gentle or rough? He had practice with both, with ensuring he still limited the latter enough not to injure on accident. Which might make John melt more? Maybe a mix of both?

Lined lashes fluttered at the lips brushing along his throat. He wouldn't dare bite down if it were his mouth on John's neck - not when the other didn't know what he truly was - but the rest of what he could do was more than appealing. And for his own part, he ached for John to bite down, to leave him littered with affectionate ruddy bruises. Even as gentle as it was, the tug on his hair had Jun's lips parting for a soft vocal sigh, eyes closed in a slow blink when their foreheads met. His whole scalp tingled pleasantly, already wanting more, a bit harder too. He might have comparatively more hair to work with, but there was still plenty to card a hand through, painted nails skimming just firm enough not to tickle. A low hum escaped from the back of Jun's throat at the rub of one thumb so close to his clothed groin. Another easy point of common enjoyment; Jun's slanted smile resurfaced.

That smile grew wider, dark eyes alight, at the mention of teasing. And after all that, for John to flush further with an assurance about lipstick marks, Jun followed a whim to kiss the end of the man's nose. Hot and cute all at once; I really lucked out tonight.

"You could probably tell I like hands in my hair too. Kinda sad I tied so much of it back," he admitted, only partly joking. "But I'm pretty sure I'd like your hands anywhere I can get them." Another kiss to John's cheek this time, then a few more leading to the soft skin just below one ear. He could feel John's pulse against his lips like the thuds of a kick-drum, but it wasn't so much a coaxing call as it was pleasant background music. Jun simply pressed another lingering kiss there, fingers curling a little more in John's hair. "'Cause I'd let you tease me," Jun continued in a low whisper. "Until I fold, 'til I'm begging for you." He pressed his hips closer against John's touch. "You can get a little rough if you want, too. I don't mind being manhandled."

Another kiss to John's neck, then another up near his temple. His other hand slid down onto the man's chest, teasing one nipple through the shirt. Half-lidded eyes watched John's face, hoping for enjoyment or at least not discomfort. "I like touches here. ...Both of mine are pierced, actually; made them more sensitive. Wanna see?" They were only simple gold hoops beneath the soft violet cloth of his backless shirt, but they'd accent dusky nipples and contrast nearby fine, dark chest hair.

If it wouldn't have meant manhandling John off his feet, Jun might've obeyed a whim to draw the other somehow even closer against him. Still, it was sorely tempting, especially when one wandering hand slipped beneath his backless tank top. His inhale through his nose came from an audible depth, escaping in a throaty hum almost in tandem with that enticing noise from John.

Jun followed that small pull on his waistband, knowing they were headed for the couch without needing to open his eyes. Whether they stayed there the whole time, or moved to the bed later, could be played by ear. For now, he liked the thought of straddling John's lap too much to steer them anywhere else.

When their kiss parted enough for the shorter man to speak, Jun offered another toothy smile below half-lidded eyes. "You will. Don't think I could stay quiet if I tried." Both hands settled on John's shoulders, to coax the man into sitting first. Jun wasn't far behind, long legs spread wide so he could sit atop the other's thighs with only room to breathe between them. His forearms then draped on those shoulders - lax hands with crossed wrists resting on the back of the couch - as Jun leaned in again, this time to tease a few feather-light kisses over John's cheeks and mouth. "Tell me what kinda stuff you like; positions, kinks, whatever you want," he murmured, a smirk still clinging to dark painted lips. "And I'll tell you mine. We can find out if any ideas match up."

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hey it’s october so i just thought i’d let you guys know i’ll never post jump scares and am extremely anti-screamer or anything else along those lines. i hope you’re all ok and stay safe this month

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If it wouldn't have meant manhandling John off his feet, Jun might've obeyed a whim to draw the other somehow even closer against him. Still, it was sorely tempting, especially when one wandering hand slipped beneath his backless tank top. His inhale through his nose came from an audible depth, escaping in a throaty hum almost in tandem with that enticing noise from John.

Jun followed that small pull on his waistband, knowing they were headed for the couch without needing to open his eyes. Whether they stayed there the whole time, or moved to the bed later, could be played by ear. For now, he liked the thought of straddling John's lap too much to steer them anywhere else.

When their kiss parted enough for the shorter man to speak, Jun offered another toothy smile below half-lidded eyes. "You will. Don't think I could stay quiet if I tried." Both hands settled on John's shoulders, to coax the man into sitting first. Jun wasn't far behind, long legs spread wide so he could sit atop the other's thighs with only room to breathe between them. His forearms then draped on those shoulders - lax hands with crossed wrists resting on the back of the couch - as Jun leaned in again, this time to tease a few feather-light kisses over John's cheeks and mouth. "Tell me what kinda stuff you like; positions, kinks, whatever you want," he murmured, a smirk still clinging to dark painted lips. "And I'll tell you mine. We can find out if any ideas match up."

For one short, unspoken moment, Jun wondered which books might have caught John's eye. Considering his collection, it could've been any number of things. But then the other's hands settled on his chest and neck, reminding Jun those thoughts could be left for later, either to be asked aloud or mused to himself. For now, there was the present, with John leaning up and pressing against him for a drag of soft lips along his jaw.

One of his own palms splayed on the younger man's lower back, both for support and to stay close. Jun's opposite hand trailed up John's spine, while his head tilted to welcome that teasing suggestion breathed over sensitive skin. Dark lashes fluttered, a toothy smirk lingering on his face. That the suggestion was an echo of his earlier assurance said plenty by itself.

Jun's wandering gaze did catch briefly again on that little smudge of dark lipstick he'd left behind in their last kiss, but only because he hoped to leave much more than that by the end of the night. In both contrast and complement to the way their lips met again, he tightened his embrace, but only enough to keep John steady on the fores of his feet. Jun barely managed to rein in his whim to lift the other up into his arms, or else make for the bed or couch; he wanted John to take at least half the lead in this.

When he paused in the kiss, it was just to murmur a belated answer to the other man's tease. "Good, 'cause I want you to hear what you do to me." As keenly as he wanted to hear the effects he'd have on John. Jun's tongue was there to ask silent permission for entry as soon as their mouths met again. A couple locks of dark hair slipped forward over one shoulder; long, deft fingers gripped both John's shirt and the enticing body beneath with a mix of both passion and tender care.

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For one short, unspoken moment, Jun wondered which books might have caught John's eye. Considering his collection, it could've been any number of things. But then the other's hands settled on his chest and neck, reminding Jun those thoughts could be left for later, either to be asked aloud or mused to himself. For now, there was the present, with John leaning up and pressing against him for a drag of soft lips along his jaw.

One of his own palms splayed on the younger man's lower back, both for support and to stay close. Jun's opposite hand trailed up John's spine, while his head tilted to welcome that teasing suggestion breathed over sensitive skin. Dark lashes fluttered, a toothy smirk lingering on his face. That the suggestion was an echo of his earlier assurance said plenty by itself.

Jun's wandering gaze did catch briefly again on that little smudge of dark lipstick he'd left behind in their last kiss, but only because he hoped to leave much more than that by the end of the night. In both contrast and complement to the way their lips met again, he tightened his embrace, but only enough to keep John steady on the fores of his feet. Jun barely managed to rein in his whim to lift the other up into his arms, or else make for the bed or couch; he wanted John to take at least half the lead in this.

When he paused in the kiss, it was just to murmur a belated answer to the other man's tease. "Good, 'cause I want you to hear what you do to me." As keenly as he wanted to hear the effects he'd have on John. Jun's tongue was there to ask silent permission for entry as soon as their mouths met again. A couple locks of dark hair slipped forward over one shoulder; long, deft fingers gripped both John's shirt and the enticing body beneath with a mix of both passion and tender care.

The feather-light brushes against his skin during John's agreement rippled a tingling prickle over Jun's cheek and down his neck. His grin slanted with anticipation and intrigue. If not for the promise of actual privacy so close by, Jun likely would have gone in for one more kiss before going anywhere.

As it was, he followed John out of the bar without any further delay. Jun took a deep, long breath of night air while a passing breeze fluttered his hair. With a glance to the other, he tipped his head toward the bar he lived under, indeed across the street and one door down. Fortunately, they wouldn't have to parade through another crowd to get to his place; his front door was at the base of a half-flight of stairs.

On the way, Jun kept pace with John, so he wouldn't pull the latter along or make him rush. Much as he doubted either of them wanted to meander around. A glance over after that faintly breathy question snagged Jun's gaze on the other's again. His free hand adjusted his hold on the keys in his pocket, as he tried to figure out how to answer. The skim of John's thumb along his palm was a distraction, then followed by a clearer place to start. Then it was just a matter of how to phrase his honesty.

"Sometimes it feels like decades, sometimes like last week," Jun chuckled. "I try to get some practice in almost every day, so it kinda blends together. Had an interest in music and singing long before I could afford an instrument, but it was only after I could that my interest turned serious." The stairs down to his door, at one side of the bar's building, were gated off and enclosed by iron grating with an awning. Jun led the way down them with the same easy stride that he'd crossed the street. While fishing out the keys and unlocking the door, he added, "It felt more real then, I guess. Like it was something I could actually do, not just daydream about. ...C'mon in."

The look of Jun's basement apartment could be summed up similarly to the look of its owner: eclectic, but not tasteless. The pillows and blankets on the low-sitting bed, the couch and its throw, the shelving for both books and other media, the posters and pictures on the wall, the rugs, all the smaller furnishings - it was a collection of decades, even centuries for some pieces. Colors varied, but generally avoided too harsh a clash against each other. The brickwork of the walls, and dark soundproofing foam on the ceiling, softened the lighting a little. As extra assurance of their privacy, the door at the top of a stairwell near one wall had several after-market locks, all fastened on the inside.

Jun set down his guitar case carefully beside the bookshelf, then draped his cropped vest on the arm of the couch as he approached John. Once he was close enough to slide his palms onto the other's waist, Jun spoke softer this time. "Not a half-bad place to spend the night, I hope."

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The feather-light brushes against his skin during John's agreement rippled a tingling prickle over Jun's cheek and down his neck. His grin slanted with anticipation and intrigue. If not for the promise of actual privacy so close by, Jun likely would have gone in for one more kiss before going anywhere.

As it was, he followed John out of the bar without any further delay. Jun took a deep, long breath of night air while a passing breeze fluttered his hair. With a glance to the other, he tipped his head toward the bar he lived under, indeed across the street and one door down. Fortunately, they wouldn't have to parade through another crowd to get to his place; his front door was at the base of a half-flight of stairs.

On the way, Jun kept pace with John, so he wouldn't pull the latter along or make him rush. Much as he doubted either of them wanted to meander around. A glance over after that faintly breathy question snagged Jun's gaze on the other's again. His free hand adjusted his hold on the keys in his pocket, as he tried to figure out how to answer. The skim of John's thumb along his palm was a distraction, then followed by a clearer place to start. Then it was just a matter of how to phrase his honesty.

"Sometimes it feels like decades, sometimes like last week," Jun chuckled. "I try to get some practice in almost every day, so it kinda blends together. Had an interest in music and singing long before I could afford an instrument, but it was only after I could that my interest turned serious." The stairs down to his door, at one side of the bar's building, were gated off and enclosed by iron grating with an awning. Jun led the way down them with the same easy stride that he'd crossed the street. While fishing out the keys and unlocking the door, he added, "It felt more real then, I guess. Like it was something I could actually do, not just daydream about. ...C'mon in."

The look of Jun's basement apartment could be summed up similarly to the look of its owner: eclectic, but not tasteless. The pillows and blankets on the low-sitting bed, the couch and its throw, the shelving for both books and other media, the posters and pictures on the wall, the rugs, all the smaller furnishings - it was a collection of decades, even centuries for some pieces. Colors varied, but generally avoided too harsh a clash against each other. The brickwork of the walls, and dark soundproofing foam on the ceiling, softened the lighting a little. As extra assurance of their privacy, the door at the top of a stairwell near one wall had several after-market locks, all fastened on the inside.

Jun set down his guitar case carefully beside the bookshelf, then draped his cropped vest on the arm of the couch as he approached John. Once he was close enough to slide his palms onto the other's waist, Jun spoke softer this time. "Not a half-bad place to spend the night, I hope."

He could feel John's tongue exploring just as eagerly, but the fact the other didn't break the kiss nor push him away suggested his canines' sharpness was taken in stride. And thank fuck for that, because John had a lovely mouth. A lovely everything, really. Jun wasn't keen to end this night early with a fuss over teeth.

Watching that grin emerge, and the fresh blush bloom soon after, he wanted even more to find out what else could cause or intensify those reactions. He wanted to see how far that blush could reach, how bright it could get. He wanted to find the spots or attentions or position angles that could make John giddy with pleasure, what could make him bite those tempting lips again. He wanted to scatter more smudges of dark lipstick all over the other's body, every place he wished he could leave a hickey without breaking skin.

Just as Jun's hands began to retreat, John coaxed him in by the neck for one more kiss. He nearly chased after when it broke too quickly, eyes opening again. Though he didn't need help to stand, Jun accepted it all the same, adjusting his hold on John's hand to interlace their fingers. He slid the strap of his guitar case back onto his shoulder properly, offering another toothy smile of his own. "Much as I love the fantasy of losing patience and having each other in a back alley, my place is just across the street." Jun tipped his head toward the bar's door to illustrate. "That alright? It's basement level, and no roommates," he leaned in to finish teasingly near John's ear, "so we can get a little loud if we want."

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"FANCY A CUPPA'?" PROMPTS.

hi hello holy moly i've been gone a while but look!!! i bring you prompts! and these are MONTHS old according to my notes app! but basically i'm two weeks and four days away from returning to my home country, and my mother sent me some tea from home, and i just got thinking about the sheer power of a cup of tea, yk? anyway! here it is! and here are my conditions! DO NOT ADD OR CHANGE THIS LIST! and also feel free to add "REVERSE" if you want to switch the rolls, i suppose!

[ COLD ]: With a notable drop in temperatures, the sender makes some tea for themself and the receiver, if not for drinking then for the warmth and comfort of holding the mugs in their chilled hands.

[ SHOCK ]: Having found a most-definitely-in-shock receiver, the sender makes a big, strong, and immensely sweet cup of tea for them in order to restore them a little bit.

[ ANOTHER ]: While preparing a cup for themself, the sender makes a second cup for the receiver in a polite and low-effort gesture towards them.

[ FIX ]: The sender, realizing the receiver is genuinely upset about something, comforts them and makes some tea in the hopes of lifting their spirits some bit.

[ WEARY ]: After a mutually extensive day, the sender and receiver return home, and the sender prepares some tea as a soothing introduction to their bedtime routine.

[ BETTER? ]: The sender, at a loss for how to approach the receiver who has clearly endured a very difficult time, decides to make some tea in an effort to console them and possibly encourage them to talk about it.

[ GUEST ]: The sender welcomes the receiver into their home with open arms and two strong mugs of tea. (There may also be food of some kind, that's for you to decide!)

[ WHY NOT? ]: The sender prepares some tea for both themself and the receiver, not out of any great need or want, but because their default setting is making tea and frankly they can't see any harm in it either way.

[ DECAF ]: The sender subtly intervenes in the receiver's sleep schedule by bringing them a cup of tea rather than a cup of coffee in the hopes that they might get some sleep that night.

[ TRY ]: The sender just received a new kind of tea, and prepares some for themself and the receiver because who better to share the experience with than the receiver?

[ COPING ]: In the aftermath of some terrible and life-changing news, the sender busies their self with preparing some tea to give themselves something to do other than think about what's just happened.

[ INSTINCT ]: Something isn't quite right with the receiver, and the sender knows it. In order to get them to open up, the sender prepares some tea.

[ REFRESHMENT ]: Someone made cookies, and what is a cookie without a cup of tea? The receiver won't need to find out; the sender is already making a cup as we speak.

[ TEA ]: The receiver has just arrived with some particularly excellent and scandalous gossip; the sender, unwilling to let the receiver's voice dry out during the revelation, prepares some tea to go with it.

[ RELAX ]: After a particularly stressful day, the sender prepares some tea so that they can finally begin to relax and unwind in the evening.

[ OLIVE BRANCH ]: The receiver is angry with the sender; the cup of tea is just the sender's cautious attempts to heal the relationship.

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Jun nodded in silent assurance that whatever she pulled out would do fine. He'd lived long enough to endure more than his fair share of unpleasant drinks; a white wine that might end up slightly too dry for his preference was far from the worst. He hadn't expected her to pour quite so much, though. Either a signal of the brand's value, or a sign that she'd rather not bother with him any more than she had to - or, maybe a simple show of casual generosity. Regardless, Jun planned on taking his time with it.

He thanked her again, but before he could confirm how much he owed for it, the officer beside him spoke up. Jun didn't want to be too suspicious, maybe it was more casual generosity, but the presence of the man's badge and uniform sparked the thought that he might be pressed for information of some kind. Regardless, for now Jun simply gave another nod.

After introducing himself, he was glad to hear Barb answer in kind for both herself and the apparent sheriff, Samuel. Jun smiled with closed lips, but then she was off again taking another customer's order. Instead, he turned his attention first to his glass of wine, then to Samuel.

Dark brown eyes stayed steady on the sheriff while Jun took a sip of his wine. A little too dry, as he'd thought, but drinkable. The assurance about being off-duty wasn't a surprise, though it was a mild relief. Though Jun knew law enforcement sometimes abruptly decided when they were or weren't on duty, he did at least hope one wouldn't drink as much as Samuel seemed to have while on the clock. That allusion to hearing about something made Jun turn a little further in his seat to properly face the sheriff, one hand casually resting on the base and stem of his wine glass. Was it what Barb had mentioned?

Apparently it was. Jun made sure to keep his volume low when he answered, after a moment of somber and careful thought. "I mean, I'm no expert, but... either a pretty sick-minded serial killer, or something out of a horror novel. And either way, I see why that'd bring you to a bar for one too many." Another small, thoughtful sip. "Sadly I'm no stranger to death, but I can't even imagine finding one person like that, let alone more."

"Thanks." The stare wasn't that unexpected, since the other man was a law officer of a small town, now sitting next to an unfamiliar visitor. Still, experiencing it so close prickled the back of Jun's neck.

Settling onto the barstool and crossing his legs casually at the knees, Jun nodded once at the question. He drew breath to reply, only to glimpse the bartender approaching. Ah, an apron, so she must work the back as well as the front; couldn't be easy, especially if she didn't have help. Jun figured he shouldn't presume about that, though, so he just offered his smile to her as well. Barb, going by her nametag.

That amiable smile faltered, though, when he heard her remark about a body being discovered. 'Another'... this wasn't the first? 'Like the others'... what, some kinda serial killer? 'Completely drained'. Was... was it drained in the way Jun was unfortunately familiar with? The tip of his tongue flicked at the point of one sharp canine inside his closed mouth. Well, shit. His arrival probably looked pretty suspect now to a local cop. He could tell the truth about his reason for coming here, but would it be believed?

Before he could mull too long over what physical evidence he might have with his belongings, the bartender had turned her attention on him. Jun noticed the intensity of her stare, and the prickling on his neck slid cold down his spine. There was something expectant about her look, beyond just awaiting his order.

"White wine, please. Any Muscat or Riesling, if you've got it, but I'm not too picky." This didn't seem like the time to order red, given what he'd just overheard. Then, he realized. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself, sorry," he added, glancing between the bartender and the officer as he regained his earlier smile. "I'm Jun. It's a pleasure." Offering his hand to shake felt a little too formal and awkward, so he just leaned his elbows on the bartop.

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"Thanks." The stare wasn't that unexpected, since the other man was a law officer of a small town, now sitting next to an unfamiliar visitor. Still, experiencing it so close prickled the back of Jun's neck.

Settling onto the barstool and crossing his legs casually at the knees, Jun nodded once at the question. He drew breath to reply, only to glimpse the bartender approaching. Ah, an apron, so she must work the back as well as the front; couldn't be easy, especially if she didn't have help. Jun figured he shouldn't presume about that, though, so he just offered his smile to her as well. Barb, going by her nametag.

That amiable smile faltered, though, when he heard her remark about a body being discovered. 'Another'... this wasn't the first? 'Like the others'... what, some kinda serial killer? 'Completely drained'. Was... was it drained in the way Jun was unfortunately familiar with? The tip of his tongue flicked at the point of one sharp canine inside his closed mouth. Well, shit. His arrival probably looked pretty suspect now to a local cop. He could tell the truth about his reason for coming here, but would it be believed?

Before he could mull too long over what physical evidence he might have with his belongings, the bartender had turned her attention on him. Jun noticed the intensity of her stare, and the prickling on his neck slid cold down his spine. There was something expectant about her look, beyond just awaiting his order.

"White wine, please. Any Muscat or Riesling, if you've got it, but I'm not too picky." This didn't seem like the time to order red, given what he'd just overheard. Then, he realized. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself, sorry," he added, glancing between the bartender and the officer as he regained his earlier smile. "I'm Jun. It's a pleasure." Offering his hand to shake felt a little too formal and awkward, so he just leaned his elbows on the bartop.

starter [X] for @mettleborn 's modern!verse Samuel

It'd been some time since he'd set foot outside the city - but with rehearsals and concerts on hold thanks to various events in his bandmates' lives, Jun decided to follow a whim onto a bus bound for a nearby small town. A change of scenery for a short while might do his creative juices some good.

He'd slept most of the way, and taken a nap in his motel room, only emerging at the tail end of sunset. Jun tried not to stand out too much, hair tied in a partial bun and dressed in only a half-open buttondown, jeans, and laced boots. A few pieces of copper jewelry glinted in the streetlights as he wandered down the sidewalk. Best place to get the feel of a town like this was a bar.

Jun noticed a few longer looks from some of the other customers when he walked in, but there at least wasn't any antagonism prickling the back of his neck. The place was still a little on the empty side, so he didn't take long to pick out a barstool. One that happened to be right next to a law officer of some stripe. The guy was handsome, for sure, but he could also be a decent barometer for how peaceful of a night this might or might not be. "This seat taken?" Jun rested a hand atop the stool, with an easy, amiable smile.

[electrichedonia]

He could feel John's tongue exploring just as eagerly, but the fact the other didn't break the kiss nor push him away suggested his canines' sharpness was taken in stride. And thank fuck for that, because John had a lovely mouth. A lovely everything, really. Jun wasn't keen to end this night early with a fuss over teeth.

Watching that grin emerge, and the fresh blush bloom soon after, he wanted even more to find out what else could cause or intensify those reactions. He wanted to see how far that blush could reach, how bright it could get. He wanted to find the spots or attentions or position angles that could make John giddy with pleasure, what could make him bite those tempting lips again. He wanted to scatter more smudges of dark lipstick all over the other's body, every place he wished he could leave a hickey without breaking skin.

Just as Jun's hands began to retreat, John coaxed him in by the neck for one more kiss. He nearly chased after when it broke too quickly, eyes opening again. Though he didn't need help to stand, Jun accepted it all the same, adjusting his hold on John's hand to interlace their fingers. He slid the strap of his guitar case back onto his shoulder properly, offering another toothy smile of his own. "Much as I love the fantasy of losing patience and having each other in a back alley, my place is just across the street." Jun tipped his head toward the bar's door to illustrate. "That alright? It's basement level, and no roommates," he leaned in to finish teasingly near John's ear, "so we can get a little loud if we want."

Jun relished any pleased sound he managed to coax from John, down to that faint yet sweet little gasp. In the back of his mind, he knew there was only so far they could go here before the bartender might complain at them - but with a guy like this so close to him, Jun was sorely tempted to push right up to that line.

That temptation further fueled his enthusiasm when their lips finally met. John's answering hum reverberated through his mouth and fingers to slide a heated shiver down Jun's spine. His second sigh carried something closer to a purr than a hum, when his palm was pressed more firmly to the younger man's chest. And when John's other hand met his shoulder... damn, all the whims that conjured. Only the weight of the guitar on his back and the clinks of the bartender's glasses kept those whims in check.

Instead, Jun curled his fingers just a little against John's chest, not even opening his eyes when the latter barely pulled back from the kiss. A softly huffed chuckle was his sole agreement to that murmured tease. He let the rest of his answer show in his reciprocations of their deeper kiss. Half-true explanations for his fangs still at the ready, Jun didn't let that concern curb his eagerness. While his tongue slipped past parted lips to meet John's, his own free hand found the man's clothed thigh, sliding from the knee more than halfway up toward John's hip (and thus closer to his groin as well). Jun didn't push any further than that yet, engrossing himself more in exploring the other's mouth with the delicacy and dexterity of decades of experience.

By the time Jun pulled back - again, only far enough to speak - the faint taste of John's beer lingered on his tongue. Despite the setting solution used before the concert, he noticed he'd left a little smudge of dark purple on the other's lower lip, and gently kissed the spot with another short hummed laugh. "I think if I showed you just how glad I was, I'd get us kicked out for public indecency," Jun admitted, half-joking and just above a whisper, though with a brush of his thumb against John's inner thigh to punctuate. "Wanna get out of here?"

[electrichedonia]

starter [X] for @mettleborn 's modern!verse Samuel

It'd been some time since he'd set foot outside the city - but with rehearsals and concerts on hold thanks to various events in his bandmates' lives, Jun decided to follow a whim onto a bus bound for a nearby small town. A change of scenery for a short while might do his creative juices some good.

He'd slept most of the way, and taken a nap in his motel room, only emerging at the tail end of sunset. Jun tried not to stand out too much, hair tied in a partial bun and dressed in only a half-open buttondown, jeans, and laced boots. A few pieces of copper jewelry glinted in the streetlights as he wandered down the sidewalk. Best place to get the feel of a town like this was a bar.

Jun noticed a few longer looks from some of the other customers when he walked in, but there at least wasn't any antagonism prickling the back of his neck. The place was still a little on the empty side, so he didn't take long to pick out a barstool. One that happened to be right next to a law officer of some stripe. The guy was handsome, for sure, but he could also be a decent barometer for how peaceful of a night this might or might not be. "This seat taken?" Jun rested a hand atop the stool, with an easy, amiable smile.

[electrichedonia]

[ i'm so mad, i never realized someone had liked my starter call almost a fucking MONTH AGO GDI TUMBLR

anyway, i'll try to get the starter out tonight!! if @mettleborn is still interested, that is (i'm so sorry, i promise i wasn't ignoring you 😭 ) ]

[electrichedonia]

Jun relished any pleased sound he managed to coax from John, down to that faint yet sweet little gasp. In the back of his mind, he knew there was only so far they could go here before the bartender might complain at them - but with a guy like this so close to him, Jun was sorely tempted to push right up to that line.

That temptation further fueled his enthusiasm when their lips finally met. John's answering hum reverberated through his mouth and fingers to slide a heated shiver down Jun's spine. His second sigh carried something closer to a purr than a hum, when his palm was pressed more firmly to the younger man's chest. And when John's other hand met his shoulder... damn, all the whims that conjured. Only the weight of the guitar on his back and the clinks of the bartender's glasses kept those whims in check.

Instead, Jun curled his fingers just a little against John's chest, not even opening his eyes when the latter barely pulled back from the kiss. A softly huffed chuckle was his sole agreement to that murmured tease. He let the rest of his answer show in his reciprocations of their deeper kiss. Half-true explanations for his fangs still at the ready, Jun didn't let that concern curb his eagerness. While his tongue slipped past parted lips to meet John's, his own free hand found the man's clothed thigh, sliding from the knee more than halfway up toward John's hip (and thus closer to his groin as well). Jun didn't push any further than that yet, engrossing himself more in exploring the other's mouth with the delicacy and dexterity of decades of experience.

By the time Jun pulled back - again, only far enough to speak - the faint taste of John's beer lingered on his tongue. Despite the setting solution used before the concert, he noticed he'd left a little smudge of dark purple on the other's lower lip, and gently kissed the spot with another short hummed laugh. "I think if I showed you just how glad I was, I'd get us kicked out for public indecency," Jun admitted, half-joking and just above a whisper, though with a brush of his thumb against John's inner thigh to punctuate. "Wanna get out of here?"

The parting of those lips, the blush blooming on those ears in the corners of his vision, that grin... God, it was almost unfair how cute John was.

Cute, and just as adept at teasing. Jun's own smile broadened for a flash of teeth, his laugh carrying an almost flustered sheepishness amid its warmth this time. "Glad to hear it." He punctuated with a soft, too-brief kiss to the hinge of the other's jaw, while he raised one hand to brush the backs of his knuckles over John's cheek.

That hand moved forward, in close tandem with the trailing brushes of Jun's lips against the younger man's skin. He shifted his posture just enough to bring their mouths close once more, gently holding John's chin between thumb and curled forefinger. Half a beat, as Jun considered whether to add some other remark, then he decided against it and simply leaned in. The vocal tinge in his sigh as their lips met said more than enough already.

Letting go of John's chin, Jun trailed slim fingertips down the front of the other's throat to his chest. His palm spread gingerly over the man's heart, equal parts tender and cautious, every movement asking silent permission.