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☸ — anyways. i will have u kno that i made my hsr trailblazer dig thru every single trash can in belobog and also terrorize a housekeeper by scaring her half to death when i came out of the closet. fear my trash mongering gay ass.

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☸ — when u spend all that time on an edit and u try to put it on ur mcfuckin acct and it doesnt look as good as u thought it did

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☸ — NEHAN.... 😳😳😳

so greedy........

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☸ — maannnnn

i have a bad feeling about this weekend. there's a con upcoming, and despite me having taken measures to ensure i go regardless, i can't help but think (and a part of me believes i know) that i will wake up and the house will be empty. my roommate and her boyfriend having left for it already. without ever having intended on telling me that they were going to leave me behind.

when months prior, we were all three planning on sharing a hotel room together.

like, i can feel it coming. i can see it from a mile away. and im already preparing for the betrayal I'm gonna feel.

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☸ — ruthless seox edging? at 11am? on a sunday?

im gonna get crucified!!!!

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‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍stay still, he says... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍but does he understand how impossible that is to execute, when every touch and every kiss is driving him absolutely mad?

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he needs this. he needs it. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍just some sort of relief, something a little more, something else to take him to an even taller height — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍and just one taste of that perfect friction was not enough.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍his knees tremble with the effort it takes to obey, the muscles in his thighs tightening and relaxing in time with the incessant throbbing below that makes him that much more sensitive — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he's so aroused that it almost hurts, all of it filling his brain with delicious static that nearly makes him writhe. had it not been for the hand that holds him down, he would have bucked again, he's sure.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he doesn't get that far, thankfully. not when Nehan sprawls his fingers up along his form, indicating that he'd like all of this fabric nonsense off. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍Seox was just about to give him that, too. he'd just begun pulling the collar of his jacket down with an eagerness unlike any he's seen of himself before, wrenching his arms from the sleeves — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍which only makes the collarbones he continued his barrage on that much more pronounced.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍oh, the sound it wrung from him.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍combined with those words, the deepness in which they're spoken, he almost forgets his task entirely. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍were it not for the fact that the sleeves were already halfway down his arms, thus hindering his ability to touch him, he would have abandoned the effort altogether.‍‍

‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ultimately, the jacket is the only thing that comes off before Seox is desperately pawing at his back. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍his back, his hip, between his shoulder blades... holding on with the weakest grip until where he's holding onto doesn't ground him enough, and he's moving his hands along to a different area of his spine, over and over.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍it feels so good. it feels so damn good.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he's the weakest when his lips and tongue pass over his pulse point, that alone drawing out the loudest moan from Seox yet, and then when he travels up... even higher... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍the way he kisses his inner ear and speaks so low, directly into it, filling his mind with nothing but his sultry voice... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he can't. he can't.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍the arm that's positioned lowest on Nehan's form hooks around his back, and even if he didn't catch the cue, he didn't care anymore. if it meant punishment, so be it. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he'd like it, anyway.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍making sure their bodies were pressed tightly together down below, Seox doesn't exactly give a damn how hard he grinds up against him, just so long as he does it. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍and it's the best damn feeling he's ever felt, after having his every button so relentlessly pushed.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` A-Aah...! ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍he can't stop himself now. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍every one that comes after is shallower, not as intense as the first. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍enough to satiate without it being too much.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` Yichen... Please... Please...! ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍I... I need you... ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍I need you so badly, please... ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍I'm getting close...

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍Please — ! `` ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍

a song to his ears, that has them pointing forth and attentive to each hitch of his breath, each grunt, each gasp and wet gasp escaping Seox with just this little done. Nehan can only think of what next, what to pick on and exploit, just how sensitive the wolf can be to the smallest stimulation even from these ministrations that has him howling unabashedly while the poor sofa takes the brunt of herculean grip.

“ Your sounds… all of this, it’s perfect. The way I can ruin y-you, “ only stuttering because of the buck of hips that easily lift Nehan’s frame along with it, it presses against his own navel and has Nehan leaning forth a bit, hissing through the delicious relief it brings despise that being against his plans. “ hey, not so fast. “ his command rips deep, a warning while his scarred hand presses just adobe the other’s navel and guide those hips back to the sofa, a daring grin still painting wrinkles on pale skin while keeping an eye on the other’s crumbling face. ‘’ I’m not done with you, so be a good boy and stay still, Xing. ‘’ Which only is a song of what’s to come, now with the other’s hips secured - albeit even now his strength not rivaling his mate’s at all but even then knowing how pliant the needy, whimpering wolf had become from touch alone and the laves of his tongue, Nehan pulls his vest and shirt up - prays Seox has enough mind to do the last part and have the main course of his entire torso out when in reality, the ex-mafioso has another target in mind.

A fake-out per-se. He thinks distantly.

And it’s hard to keep himself together, tempted by the siren’s song of the other’s undone sounds, the whimpers, the moans, it all feed Nehan’s ears as they still point fully front, cheek dusted pink not in bashfulness but pride, heart thundering in a way he definitely knows could be felt when he presses against the other while kisses, bites, licks are slow as they travel from the other’s collarbone, to the wolf’s jaw. ‘’ So good… sing for me, Xing. Tell me how much you like this, to relinquish yourself to me. ‘’ purrs in between, before nibbling a bit on flushed skin. Kisses on that beauty mark under the other’s eye before trailing higher.

Which here comes a gentle warning, as scarred hand trails up along as well, presses his long fingers against unruly, messy silver hair searching for something hiding, and when he finds one of those folded ears… oh, how slow and expert his touch is, to slowly guide it tentatively to not hide. the malicious intend in his lips all visible for no one, visible eye rolling shut as he allows sensations only fill his soul, the other’s strong scent all he needs to know and find himself nuzzling gently under the other’s ear, pressing more tender, slow kisses where fluff protects inside for any dust to enter the cavity. ‘’ Beg... beg for me, Xing. ‘’ quietly threatens, all while his other, stronger arm snakes to Seox’s back to press their frames together, firm – not like seox’s herculean strength but it calls for the other to move. All while he takes extreme carefulness on his volume, as to not overwhelm the other’s sensitive senses but still wring out pleasantness in all of this - a tortuous kind of, a perfect mix. Kiss. Kiss.

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‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍` one wasn't enough. ` ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a sentiment often shared. shared even now; it took effort for Seox to reign himself in, to not steal a third... a fourth. perhaps a fifth. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he was insatiable. this, he was quite aware of. but not so insatiable as to completely lose track of where they were... and just how many eyes surrounded them.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍to absolutely no consequence of Nehan's, as he simply doesn't seem at all to care. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍no... he never did, unless they happened to be in Stardust Town. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍otherwise, he'd alluringly lower his lash, lead him away with no shame as to what he knew he was doing to Seox. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍like he's doing now.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was scandalous. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was thrilling.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍even still, he follows his velvet rope, as if he were dangling a treat before his eyes. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍and it wasn't the ice cream.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a truly hopeless man.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` We aren't exactly in the most private of places, need I ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍remind you... Whatever you're planning, if there's a ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍possibility of us getting caught doing it, it might be ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍best to save it for our cabin. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍would he listen? ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍there was about a half and half chance. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍if Nehan could conjure a way for them to be completely undetected, he may take the risk. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍if not, he'd listen to reason.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍or, the other possibility... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍could he be teasing him with the promise of more than just two, and making him wait for it? ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it sounded cruel, but Nehan was not above it. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he could never forget his mercilessness with him in their bed.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the thoughts drown out the endless noise of the town they trek along the roads of, and while he's still aware of their surroundings (be it that he's still technically on duty as Nehan's trusted guard,) it's hard not to let his sight narrow in on the doctor just a few paces in front of him.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` — Also, how do you expect me to eat that when you're ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍keeping ahead of me? ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍It's going to melt and dirty your glove. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍so he quickens himself to be at his side again. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍then he takes a hold of the hand holding the ice cream captive. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍and pulls it over to himself while leaning a bit to bridge the gap.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍shameless? maybe. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍but he isn't going to let the sun claim what's his before he can finish it.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍distantly, he wonders if this was a ploy, too... but can't find himself caring as he loses himself to the goodness of chocolate and vanilla mixed. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

it all falls easily, little seams paid out for the knots to form as the littlest tug brought each carefully laid trap there which Seox easily falls to… as harmlessly as luring him for a kiss can be. Truly… He could ask, as the other says, but where would be the fun of seeing the other fumble a bit, shrink into himself or even become impossibly rosy or ears fall and almost fuse into his hair from the sheer bashfulness of a wolf that simply wore his heart out for the world? Where Mehan has found teasing the other, toying with each button to press a little game of trial and error the part of him, once dormant of a researcher and curiosity as big as a rainforest laid beneath the survival instincts that even now sometimes haunt the Doctor.

The cone forgotten, but not entirely to the point of it slipping off his hand. He isn’t that careless - or easily swayed by just a chaste kiss. No… yet it shows how it pleases the ex mafioso, with the deepest sigh exhaled while leaning into that uncovered hand that once had swiped off the delicacy off his lips. Even if the plan hadn’t carried in the expected way, the result was still the same. “ I know I can. But… I prefer hinting it. “ And even when they walk among the less populated areas of one of the many stops of the Grancyper, the detour to stock some things for Feower and Tien and also Mugen and the children back in stardust, Nehan always had the knack at mindlessly adding something for Seox - something that recently he’s begun to do; without much in mind, just with the knowledge of the other’s affinity to sweet things enough to guide his slow form to add the cone he now had basically held for the other. “ Now? Perhaps I may ask for another, one wasn’t enough. “

It never is, he’s known and discovered. With no eyes on them and the safety of Seox’s hood easy to solve any lingering possibilities, he could pull it should he had his other hand free - with a half eaten icecream on hand making the task impossible… Ah. What a shame. “ Have your reward first though; for your patience, and perhaps… it might help me later regain my sense of taste for sweets? who knows. “ And there it is, that sly eyeing from over his shoulder Nehan shots almost too coquettishly - graceful in his pace while drawing some distance between them to offer the treat for the other wolf, held steadily between thin fingers. “ There’s still time before the airship departs… It wouldn’t hurt to indulge a bit more, at least all the rations I ordered are ready and all left is to go back, but I find myself… not really wanting to just yet. “

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‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... ah. so it was exactly as he had deduced — albeit too late for him to act in contrary. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍Nehan was cunning beyond his years. that was no surprise, given he had to develop such smarts to survive this long — but it's still astounding to see in action, where Seox is made to look as if he were three steps behind rather than ahead.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ah... he supposed it wasn't all terrible, though. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍more and more, each time Nehan initiates it, he has gotten less bashful about accepting the hand that silently implores to feed him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍while at first embarrassing, now it brings a strange sort of... warmth.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍was this what it normally felt like? between normal people, with normal relationships? ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a marvel, that. the mundanity of it. how unused to it he is — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍potentially, how both of them are. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ever still, however, Seox does not oppose.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍even if he may... turn his own head away out of bashfulness from Nehan's open admission of guilt. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍such a menace.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` ... You get what you wanted. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍and may yet again. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍because from the corner of his eyes, he still watched him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍and he had most certainly seen what he had done.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍this time, in a stark difference to the last, he was well aware that this was a ploy. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he could read these signs. he knew what lied between the lines of them. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍maybe now was the time for some gentle payback.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍after letting out a quiet huff, he turns to face him directly again, and lifts a hand. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍without missing a beat, one of his gloves is removed, every motion fluid as he reaches that now exposed palm to the face of his purposefully messied mate. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍the roughened pad of his thumb swipes across the seam of Nehan's lips to collect the remnants of the sweet treat that he'd left, before he brings it back to his own mouth to lap up.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍then, Seox delivers what he'd really sought.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he leans back in, cautious of the cone between them, and seals their lips together in a firm, but brief kiss. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍chaste. enough to sate.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` Really... How many times do I have to tell you that you ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍can just ask me if you want a kiss... ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... further punctuated by another peck stolen. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he tasted sweet. definitely from the ice cream, but that just made it more tempting.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍best not to get carried away, though, so he gladly accepts another lick of the spoil that was evidently meant for himself to begin with. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he bought it, so it shouldn't go to waste. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

There’s pleasantries Nehan rarely allowed. Even now with his more mellow nature given the no incoming danger or need to survive; and the slow obtained freedom where he can be… himself in a way - even when next to the one he once resented and envied; the very same one shamelessly taking swipes off an icecream Nehan didn’t particularly like or dislike; as his tastebuds were still slowly gaining some sensations, sweet flavors barely phased him, but he knew the other’s almost comically big sweet tooth to bring a side of the wolf’s image not many had the privilege to see.

So he exploited it. A harmless thing, a win win situation where Nehan can bask in the amusement that warms an once atrophied heart, and feeds the other’s almost child-like shine where the smallest candy or slice pf cake brought stars to his eyes, make droopy ears perk up full in attention, an invisible tail wag. “ Hmh… Perhaps.” Is the answer he offers, which clearly paints to be the culprit of this plotted trap, it shows in the low ghost of a chuckle partially hidden behind his free hand, and head turns elsewhere as if it’d help somehow avoid accountability that maybe… the cone was for Seox first, Nehan instead concealing his own nutty treats elsewhere. ( Which maybe even be forgotten until he ever searches his inner pockets again sometime later. )

‘ Perhaps’ only added by another laid trap, as he turns back to have a taste himself, a small bite as the chill cold of the treat barely makes him flinch or teeth ache - unlike those that consume it in lick after lick. Almost in purpose leaving a little trail of melted delicacy against his lips after he pulls back and re-offers the cone to the other to take another

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☸ — ok maybe not kicked by a headache but sabotaged by eeps. BUT IM AWAKE NOW THO

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☸ — can i just talk about how much love how mild-tempered seox has become.

you can REALLY tell when you reread through past events, and even his old fate eps... he used to be so standoffish and slightly juvenile/cringe, aka "Pitch Black Punisher" era SNRRKKK trying everything to distance himself despite deep down thinking itd best that he distance himself from everyone, but you can TELL how much SoR caused him to mellow out.... the deep introspection between mugen's fate ep, sweltering eternal, And You, and finally nehan's most recent fate ep, up to his records of ten mini story.....

god he's matured so much and become happier for it. it's hard to see, since he's still naturally/generally stoic, but you can see it in how much more openly he talks, how much he offers his experiences/opinions more to put others at ease, and tries to be a more helpful presence in making himself more available.

i love seox dude. i fucking love seox.

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☸ — i only work 4 hours today so HOPEFULLY....

a does not decide to play the part of fun police today

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@mediclzen said;

"You just help yourself to people's ice cream, do you?" but at best Nehan is only giving the other the usual looks, stoic as ever but never weighted in irritation or anything. An ear flicks, and his hand holding the cone with the cold delicacy only leans more to the other's attention.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` Only a little. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍only because he can. only because he is the only person Nehan would tolerate it by, aside from maybe the children pestering him for just a small taste.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... but perhaps Seox is abusing his power a little, admittedly. of course he'd get a pass for this. it's not something that Nehan would typically be annoyed with, and he would surely let it slide. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it isn't like they haven't shared drinks before at this point, and if Seox asked, he'd most likely have given this very same reaction.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍besides, doesn't him tilting the frozen treat more his way just mean that he's inviting him to it now? ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he isn't going to say no. not when just a taste wasn't quite enough.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍a bit of selfish indulgence that isn't inherently evil; ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he leans in again, swiping some of the melting cream off of the side with his tongue to keep it from dripping, and then he retracts once more with a low, pleased hum.

‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` I feel like you've done this on purpose. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍I'm partial to the swirled vanilla and chocolate. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍Did you just want to see me eat from your hand? `` ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍

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☸ — sixneha.... stares at my hands....

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☸ — hi anon in my inbox. do u kno u have exactly 5 hours left to live bc seox is going to absolutely shred u to pieces

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Drop my muse down a peg. Bring up their deepest insecurities and most regretful past decisions. Do whatever you can to make them hate themselves.

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☸ — I JUST GASPED SO LOUD

NEHAN

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☸ — NO FATE until i GET THIS FUCKING LIGHT CONE