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if you were to look up the word ' SPINELESS ' in the dictionary, surely joon-ho's photograph would be right there. he always liked to make people think he was a big, strong, fearless witch, but when it came to rides of any kind — especially fucking FERRIS WHEELS — he was none of those things. he was a scared little boy who needed a hand to hold and to keep his eyes shut for the entire ride. his fingers were trembling as he turned to the person next to him in line. ❝this thing is safe, right ? we won't die ?❞

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             “ How about tonight? I’m free. ” A suggestive brow followed the words, and satisfied smirk remained blatant on his face as blush deepened on Joon’s features. It was easy - so easy, to charm the boy. And it was easy, in turn, to be charmed by him, the apparent innocence radiating from his figure. Pointerfinger on free hand reached out to push the pout back. “ Hm. Sit still, there’s chocolate on your face. ” Thumb wiped at the corner of the other’s mouth — and then Gabe brought his finger to his mouth, to lick the residue off.

HE NODDED, MAYBE a little bit too eager. ❝ i'm always free.❞ he admitted. ❝ so we can go anytime.❞ he chuckled again, feeling awkward but warm all over, when the other wiped the chocolate from his mouth. he felt tempted to lick the chocolate away from the other's finger himself, but he sat frozen. ❝ thanks,❞ he mumbled, eyes looking everywhere but at gabe.

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HE DIDN'T RESPOND to tae's question, though internally he was thinking yes. yes, i want it. i need it. as the other's fingers wrapped around him, his breathing and heartbeat quickened, little "ah, ah, ah,'s" escaping his parted lips. in an uncharacteristic act of dominance, he wrapped his fingers tight around tae's wrist, forcing his hand up and down up and down up and down. ❝ feels so good. can’t remember the last time i felt this good.❞ he practically growled.— he felt hot all over, and all he wanted in that moment was to touch tae too.

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            It was hard to miss the sight of heat rushing to the other’s cheeks, and a satisfied little smirk tugged at the corners of Gabe’s mouth. “ Is that an invitation for us to go out drinking? ” Incubus tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, the quirk of his mouth indicating genuine question. Then, quick as lightning — far too quick for a human to mimic, grasp shot out, plucking the other’s hand out of the air before Joon-ho could withdraw, clasping fingers between his own. “ Why would I try something that I know is bad? I thought you were mean when you were drunk - you wound me, dear. ” Bottomlip poked out in a sudden pout.

HE DIDN'T MEAN TO, too aware of the fact that it'd make him seem juvenile, immature, childish, any or all of the above, but he still giggled at the smirk on the other's face. ❝ sure. we can go drinking any time you want.❞ he blushed further as their fingers laced together, but he didn't make any moves to pull away, the term of endearment making him freeze, just for a moment. ❝ stop it,❞ he whined and copied his companion's expression, poking his bottom lip out. ❝ guess we just gotta agree to disagree this time.❞

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Tae broke away from the kiss, smiling shyly before breaking into a broad grin at the clothes and bags now strewn on the floor around them. There was one thing for sure— if Gabe happened to come home he’d have no question about whether to turn back around. Tae let his hands play down the length of Joon’s chest, a finger dipping down to grab his belt loop. “Come on, Joonie. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. Gabe would never forgive me if I corrupted our couch.” 

The sun was still shining through his bedroom window as he opened the door for them. The room still smelled like the heady patchouli of incense, grimoires and a various ingredients scattered across the wood plane of his desk. In the corner was his bed, hastily made in a mid-morning rush. Any words died on his lips as he turned to find Joon-Ho resplendent in the orange glow of the sunset. The weight of the afternoon hit him full force in that moment— no matter what transcended now they were something to each other. He pulled Joon into his arms, kissing him with the kind of urgency that came from wanting someone with your entire heart & soul. 

JOON-HO BIT DOWN ( hard ) on his own bottom lip, and fiddled with his fingers, as he followed tae into the bedroom. as soon as they entered the room, tae pulled him in for another kiss, and joon pushed the other down on the bed and straddled his lap, careful to not press down too hard. one arm around tae's neck, the other slowly moving down his bare chest, joon-ho shifted his hips slightly, pressed one, two, three kisses to tae's lips and pulled back, smiling, feeling almost drunk on lust and adoration. ❝ you should touch me. please touch me.❞

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The beat of his heart thundered in Tae’s ears as Joon-Ho pulled away. The question called for vulnerability, a trait Tae possessed in spades when it came to friendship but feared in the context of romance. This moment was it—- sink or swim. When he started to speak his words were sincere and steady. “I-I don’t want this to be something casual, Joon-Ho.” The words spoken moments before echoed in his mind, the feeling they sent shooting through him a magic of their own. “I’ve spent months trying to push you out of my mind and I just can’t. I want this— I want you.” 

HE BLINKED AWAY a sudden wave of emotion, grinning, and pressed a light kiss to tae's lips. he’d never been happier, felt more secure, than he did in that moment. and that's all he needed to know. the pad of his thumb idly traced gentle patterns into tae's cheek, his brown eyes darkening further with utter adoration ( or need ). he gripped the bottom of his own shirt and nearly ripped it off as he pulled it over his head. he reconnected their lips again within seconds, that time with newfound fervor.

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“Are you saying you didn’t find me gorgeous before this moment?” The question was spoken between fast breaths— despite everything Tae still couldn’t resist teasing the other. He wanted to know everything but that could wait. Right now his focus was on the way Joon-Ho’s fingers trailed up his chest, his own hands rising to let the witch tug his shirt up and over his head. “I could say the same thing about you— infuriatingly handsome.” He trailed kisses along Joon’s jawline and pulled him closer, aiming to banish the distance they had allowed to come between them for so long. 

LIPS TRANSFORMED INTO a pout, but joon-ho continued his movements ; he pulled the shirt over tae's head, and tossed it off to the side. ❝you've always been so gorgeous. i thought you were an angel, a god the first time we met.❞ he whined softly as tae pulled him in close, their bodies pressed tight against one another's, his heart was beating so fast and his head felt fuzzy. ❝wait, wait,—❞ he pulled away, leaning back so that he could look into tae's eyes. ❝before this goes any further, i.. i need to know what these means for you. are we just fooling around, or.. or what?❞ he knew, in his heart and in his mind, that he wouldn't handle the heartache of this being a one-time-thing very well. he wanted this, wanted tae, more than anything, but he had to know what tae was thinking. he just had to.

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                 “ I can tell that, alright. You’re very special. ” Most people really wouldn’t just shove their entire meal onto someone else simply because the other appeared a little hungrier. “ Vanilla is amazing, you’re just mean. ” Letting out a snort, the incubus shook his head. “ I can get behind chocolate, but really? Bananas. Bananos, more like it. ”

HEARING THE OTHER call him special, seeing the amused look gracing his features, made joon-ho's cheeks burn. why did he have to get so easily flustered around attractive people ? —❝ you think i'm mean now ? ❞ he rolled his eyes playfully, followed by a light laugh. ❝ just wait 'til you see me drunk , my friend. ❞ he quirked a brow, leaned across the table to flick his companion on the forehead. ❝ have you even tasted a 'nana shake? don't knock it 'til you try it, asshole. ❞

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His own urgency fueled by Joon-Ho’s words, Tae stepped back into the lead. The nape of his neck was still burning when he pulled Joon into the shade of his apartment building. He held his breath as he fumbled for his keys in the depths of his bag, only breathing again once he had the door unlocked and was greeted by the blissful silence of an empty apartment. “Looks like luck is on our side today, Joon.” Tae let his bag fall to the floor as he pushed the taller boy against the wall, his hands running down the length of his torso. “So now would be the perfect time to show me exactly what you mean.”

JOON-HO'S BREATHS WERE far from steady, & the second they stepped inside the apartment and tae pinned him against the wall, he pulled him closer by his hips, & he kissed his cheek, his nose, his other cheek, and then moved down to his neck, and lower, to his collarbone. ❝you're so gorgeous, what the hell ?❞ he pulled him even closer, kissing him harder, deeper, with a fervent need he'd never known before. ❝how is one person so damn stunning ?❞ he slid one hand under the other's shirt, roaming over his stomach, & slowly moving higher. ❝can i take this off ?❞

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“I’d give it a 50/50 chance.” The answer came out in a rush as Tae started walking, his pace hastened by the desire to pick up where they had left off as soon as possible. “But you’d better believe I’m kicking Gyeong’s ass out if he’s there. It’ll serve him right for the number of times I’ve been exiled by his need to feed.”  There was something undeniably right about the feeling of Joon’s hand in his— and in that moment it occurred to him that all of this rivalry? Perhaps it was driven by something they both wanted but had been too scared to admit. 

JOON-HO SUPPRESSED A nervous giggle, and stumbled over his feet ;  the thought of what was ( possibly ) to come made anxiety and excitement take over his every thought. ❝good,❞ he leaned in close to whisper in tae's ear, so no bystanders could hear his words. ❝i don't think he'll want to be present for any of the things i’ve been wanting to do to you for so damn long.❞ he dipped his head, pressed a light kiss to the soft, pale skin of tae’s neck, before pulling back and walking faster, dragging the other behind him.  ❝i don’t know where we’re going, but we gotta get there. soon. or i’m gonna lose my mind.❞

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              Brows rose a fraction higher - a question playing upon his lips at the sight of the other’s expression. Then, he lifted a shoulder in shrug and gave a nod. “ I suppose you’re not wrong. ” Leaning back in his seat, arms stretched above his head. The hole in his stomach felt a little less empty now that he’d filled it up with chips - a temporary solution, but one that would make do, for now. “ Most people use the straw to drink through - not as some type of means to lick the milkshake off of. ” But, as he spoke, nose crinkled in amusement and the corners of his mouth quivered, as if he were forcing back a smile. Taking a sip of the offered drink, a hum escaped incubus at the flavor. “ I love a good ol’ vanilla shake, but I gotta admit this is pretty good, too. Can’t go wrong with chocolate, anyway. ”

HE GAVE A SMALL SMILE, rubbed his hands together and blew into them, trying to warm them. holding onto the ice cold glass the milkshake had been in for so long probably wasn't a very good idea. ❝ well, i'm not most people. ❞ he winked, and cocked his head to the side. ❝ you're crazy ! i hate vanilla, at least when it's compared to chocolate. but i like vanilla THIRD best. banana milkshakes are my second favorite, though. ❞

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His hand, his lips— everywhere Joon-Ho kissed him pulsed electric. This moment was stolen, surely; ripped from his most private of dreams. His teeth rasped against the other’s bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, his free hand rising to tangle in Joon’s hair. The honk of a car on an adjoining street reminded Tae-Seong exactly where they were; on a sidewalk that had seen better days in the middle of Arrane Falls. He pulled back, giving Joon’s hand a squeeze in return. “Now that that’s settled what do you say we take this to my apartment?”

HIS BREATH CAUGHT in his throat as tae deepened the kiss, and joon-ho could feel himself falling hard. so hard that it scared him. every argument, every insulting word, just faded away. how had he ever convinced himself that he hated tae ? — he was sure that they were quite the sight, kissing so intensely in such a public place, but he didn't care. he whined as tae pulled away, immediately pulling the other forward for one last, lingering kiss. ❝ will we be alone ? ❞

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“Yeah, well maybe I wanted to.” The answer was defensive due in part to his own nerves and the fact that Joon was still standing there, leaving Tae clueless as to how he felt. But his smile, that smile— was a reward all in itself and gave the witch the courage to reach out and lace his fingers with Joon’s. “You have a problem with that?” The question lacked his usual teasing tone and was soft, asking a question he was afraid to know the answer to.

JOON-HO WAS IN AWE, and he still couldn't move, but the smile capturing his joy only grew larger as his friend? rival? something more? spoke. wary tone and all, the sound of tae's voice made joon's heart glow. he lifted tae's hand to his mouth, and left the most gentle kiss there. ❝ i promise you, i don't have a problem with that. ❞ he squeezed the others fingers, his face burning, before leaning in and doing what he'd wanted to do for so long. he kissed him for the second time, and this time he had no intention of stopping. 

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             Soundly closing his mouth, incubus took a moment to oppress his rising disappointment, before dunking the next chip into the cheesy goodness. “ What, did my appetite rob you of yours? ” Popping the chip in his mouth, Gabe lifted a brow. “ You know what, it’s on me. I’ll pay - what are you even doing to that poor straw? ”

FINALLY LOOKING UP at his acquaintance, joon missed the look of disappointment that was gracing his features. dark eyes rolled, fondly, at the others question. ❝ nope. you just seem like you need the food more than i do. ❞ he raised a brow, smirk playing on his lips. ❝ what do you mean ? i'm just enjoying my shake ? ❞ he rubbed at his eyes a few times then ran his fingers through his messy hair. ❝ you should try it ! ❞ he pushed the almost empty glass toward the other, & eagerly awaited his reaction.