[Hyunsu follows Eunyu to their lane, glances down at his outfit at her suggestion. He blushes faintly at the compliment, but returns his gaze to her with a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.]
That logic could be applied to you, too, though.
[He's not the only one who looks good here, ok. He would say she is the hotter one between them, but then again he is extremely biased.]
( very amicably, she types hyunsu's name as "hyu" (virtuous, worthy) and hers as "eun" (kindness, mercy). her bowl first. she steps up, lifting a lighter weight ball, and bowls —
not straight into the gutter. there's a little hope she might get one pin before it gives up and nose dives into the gutter. eunyu spins on her heels, pulling a face in hyunsu's direction. )
Told you I'd be bad. Your bowl. ( he props herself up on the machine that loads up the bowling balls, to watch him more up close. very casually, ) You and your monster really have worked something out. I feel like every day I'm talking to a different one of you. ( head tilt ) Are you... happy? Both of you.
[At her scoff, his smile gets bigger albeit maybe a little more shy.
He waits for her to take her turn and when she's done and makes her assessment he counters it.]
You just need to warm up a little.
[Neither of them have done anything like this in a long time. They need to ease into it. Or something.
He pauses at the machine as she leans against it, testing the weight of the balls. The lighter ones feel all wrong to him with his enhanced strength, so he moves on to the heavier ones. He stops to consider her question, though.]
Does it? [Is it good that she feels that way? She doesn't seem mad about it.] I'm getting there. I think...we're learning to accept each other. [Something like that. He settles on choosing the heaviest ball they offer and picks it up.] You're helping. And the people here who don't hate monsters on sight.
[People here seem more accepting that he's kind of a freak, which is nice. He knows that people back home have reasons for their fear, but it was still tiring to deal with.
He heads over to the lane to take his turn. When he releases the ball it's with more of his strength than he intended and the ball ends up skirting the edge of the lane at high speed and slamming into two of the pins in the far corner with an unusually loud crack.
( she means it, too. these days it's hard for her to separate the two of them in her mind — she likes both of them, and likes both of them a lot. hyunsu is soft and thoughtful, his monster is terse and also pretty thoughtful. it'd be impossible to make a choice, so she's glad she doesn't have to.
eunyu straightens up at his bowl, a little worried. that's pretty fast — with the crack of the pins, she instinctively grabs his wrist, as if prepared to push him behind her, as if ready for danger. instead there's ... just the sounds of the lane trying to clean up the shards of the two pins his got. eunyu looks up at him like a spooked deer, before her face breaks open like an egg, grinning brightly. biting back a laugh.
at least until the pimply teen that works here shouts hey! at them. then eunyu's expression drops, turning to glare at him. obviously not ready for any push back, the teenager stops in his tracks, face going pale. )
You need stronger pins. There are some strong people here — what the hell is wrong with this place? Don't you ever think, or plan? Go clean it up.
( she tugs on hyunsu's shirt sleeve while the poor guy retreats, more scared of eunyu than hyunsu who just obliterated those pins like nothing. she looks up at him. )
[For a moment Hyunsu is a little surprised by Eunyu's protective body language, but then, as she yells at the bowling alley attendent, he relaxes. He shouldn't be surprised, really. This is how she was Green Home, too. Always the first to stand up for him and just in general not willing to put up with anyone's shit. She's just going back to her roots, in a way.
He smiles faintly, a blush staining his cheeks as she grabs his sleeve.]
Yeah, let's go. [He catches her hand in his.] What flavors do you like?
( it's a little like night and day, the split between her interaction with literally anyone else and hyunsu. she has an affectionate look for him, their fingers threading together, while they head off towards the little food bar. )
Red. Cherry. ( it still feels luxurious to even imagine, not entirely used to the excess of everything here. weeks ago, she would've thought an extra can of tuna was a jackpot. now? she could probably have a slushie a day and no one would even notice. ) You?
[Hyunsu hums in acknowledgment. Red is good. He has to think for a moment when she turns the question back on him. Like Eunyu, it’s been a long time since he even thought about having something like a slushie. Even after being here for a few months he’s slow to take advantage of all the amenities the house offers.]
Maybe watermelon. [He concludes finally, as they reach the slushie stand.] Do you want anything to eat with it?
( she shakes her head. ) You get something if you want, though. ( her stomach is still a little bubbly from nerves. but she is privately planning to steal something he gets, if he decides to.
she forgets it's probably the more girlfriend-y type thing to let hyunsu order for her, so she does it for him instead, getting their slushies and opening up the space for him, if he wants anything else. predictably, she doesn't even ask before tasting his slushie, offering it back to him along with her own, his to sample. )
[He's not really surprised that she decides to go ahead and order for him. She's the type to take the lead when she can. It's one of the things he likes about her.
He decides to go ahead and order something, as she steps aside to wait for their slushies. He is a 20 year old with a faster than normal metabolism, he is usually hungry, honestly. He orders nachos, though, because he remembers Eunyu mentioning them. Just because she's not hungry right this second doesn't mean she won't be hungry a little later. This way she won't be disappointed if she decides she wants some.
He finishes ordering and turns back to her just as she's sipping his slushie. He feels a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
Yeah? What about yours? [He takes his own when she hands it to him, but he also leans in to take a sip of hers.]
( she offers up, shoulders a little tense from feeling it. once hyunsu gets his nachos, eunyu makes sure to lean in close to him while they walk away, siphoning off his warmth.
only, when they start making their way back, eunyu observes people are still clearing out their lane — apparently hyunsu didn't just crack the pins, but a bit of the back wall and working mechanisms too. rather than let him ruminate on that, she points out the arcade to distract him, drinking some of her slushie until her mouth is stained a cherry red. )
Lets check it out before going back.
( not that she knows anything about arcade games — she just doesn't want hyunsu to feel bad. ugh. )
[Hyunsu does not even notice what is happening with the bowling lane, actually, because he is focused on Eunyu. Of course she would be cold drinking a slushie while wearing a sleeveless shirt in December. How silly of him not to think of that.
She's not complaining, though, because she's accustomed to enduring at this point. Instead she's pointing him towards the arcade, which is a little unexpected, but not something he objects to.]
Okay, but, wait. [He pauses to put his nachos and slushie down on the nearest table and then shrugs out of his jacket before moving to settle it around her shoulders.] Here.
( it is, she thinks, maybe the nicest thing anyone's done for her in recent times, which means eunyu doesn't fully know how to react, blinking at hyunsu with her throat bobbing. eventually, she puts her slushie down too, so she can push her arms through the oversized jacket sleeves, rolling them up to her wrists, freeing her hands, which go immediately up to hyunsu's cheeks, frozen. )
Thanks. That was ( she presses her knuckles against his neck, stealing his heat. ) really thoughtful. Very smooth.
( peeling back, she steals a nacho from his bounty, before scooping up her slushie and heading the rest of the way into the arcade. the horror: she has no idea what anything is, eyes going all around before she finds something she recognizes — a photobooth. )
Let's go there. It'll be fun.
( in theory. she at least knows how it works, directing hyunsu to enter before her and pushing him down in the seat, sparing the time it takes to set all their food on a nearby ledge before, in the cramped space, taking a seat down on his knee, and pressing the "start" button. she didn't think of poses beforehand, so the first three go by with little changes, eunyu leaning further back into hyunsu's lap every time. for the last one, she turns, bullying him into a kiss. except. even after the shutter of the picture going off, eunyu doesn't stop, tilting hyunsu's face so she can deepen it, turning around so she can straddle his lap, tongue sliding in his mouth.
the jacket move was really, really smooth, okay. )
[He blinks, a little surprised at her assessment because he wasn't really trying to be smooth. He was trying to be thoughtful, though, so he accepts the praise with a little smile.
And then...it's all kind of a blur. Eunyu in his jacket, her lips stained cherry red by her slushie, her hands against his cheek and his neck. He has half a mind to take her hand and press his lips to her fingers, but before he can do that she's leading him to the arcade and then to the photobooth.
And then she's in his lap and--did the camera go off? he's not really paying attention to anything but Eunyu--then she's kissing him and he's kissing her back because of course he is. Why wouldn't he? He pretty much always wants to kiss her. He moans softly into her mouth as he slides his tongue against hers and he can't help but want to touch her. He lifts a hand to stroke her hair.
When they inevitably have to come up for air, he's not interested in leaving, even though the machine has probably spit out their photos by now. He just nuzzles her jaw, holding her gently in his lap.]
( she really didn't mean to get carried away — although now that she's apart from him, panting a little, it's pretty obvious that a public photobooth isn't the place for it. or, well. maybe? it's private enough, the rest of the arcade only hosting a few other patrons that she saw, and full of enough 8-bit music to cover up most things. not that she's thinking about other, louder things in an expectant kind of way. it's just an observation. like looking at the split in the photobooth's curtain, where she can see no one's waiting for their turn. abruptly, she pulls the curtain the rest of the way shut, before looking back at him, a little wild in the eyes. )
Is it okay? It's risky, I know. I just, um. ( she moves against his lap, hands flattening on his chest, smoothing the shirt over his abs. eventually she gives into the impulse and just lifts up his shirt, pushing the hem into his mouth to keep it out of the way while her nails drag along the muscles his stomach, knuckles rubbing against his navel. ) Wanted, I guess.
[okay, well, actually, Hyunsu is pretty sure Eunyu pulling up his shirt and shoving it into his mouth just so she can touch him is one of the hottest things to ever happen to him. He huffs a stuttering breath around the hem of his shirt as he holds it between his teeth.
Unfortunately, it becomes obvious fairly quickly that having the hem of his shirt in his mouth makes it difficult to answer her questions or reassure her. It might also make any further kisses difficult. So, he nods once firmly and then takes the hem of his shirt in his hand and holds it up for her that way. For now. He has half a mind to just take it off, but first:]
It's okay. [He's been in this house long enough that he's not terribly worried about being caught, but he knows Eunyu was worried about that sort of thing before. There's a sort of wild desperation in her eyes and in the way she moves in his lap that he recognizes from before, in the chapel.] What do you want me to do?
( her eyes snap up a little sharply, not because she’s surprised, but because they’re on the same wavelength, now. agreed about doing this, not stopping for propriety or bad timing. she drags her fingers lazily up and down his stomach, trying to build up nerve.
not that it’s hard. she knows by now that hyunsu likes to serve, that he probably would do anything she demanded of him simply because he wants to earn her approval — and maybe in part because he wants her to feel good. safe. in control, the cards all in her hands. )
You owe me, ( she says slowly, carefully, brushing her knuckles over his jeans, mapping out his dick. ) remember? Switch places with me, and get on your knees.
[He lets out a little shuddered gasp as she traces his cock. He was already starting to strain against his pants from kissing her, but her touching him and telling him what to do makes him instantly harder.
He licks his lips and swallows dryly as he watches her. She had told him he had to earn this, he wasn't really expecting this date to be what did that, but...well. He's not complaining.]
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
[He moves to switch places with her, making sure she's settled on the bench before he sinks to his knees in front of her.]
( at this point, she's done it enough times (once) to know that domming is more about exuding the belief that every order you ever say will be followed because you said it — it's about confidence, which she really only has because she knows hyunsu wants to follow through. sitting up, she leans into his space, not kissing but close enough that their noses are in each other's field of vision while she stands up, halved over, hooking her thumbs under the short hem of her skirt to sink her panties off her hips, pinned near her thighs. eunyu wouldn't say she wore fancier underwear for hyunsu, but it's hard to be intentional about it when she's intentional about everything else she wore.
sitting back down, she presses her knees into his chest, in the small space of the booth. she's not mad about tight quarters — really, it just makes hyunsu look bigger, which is. well. she's not unaffected by it. )
Take them off. ( she fluffs up his hair, affectionately. after a second, ) And hold onto them. If you feel like jerking off, use those. You don't have to ask permission. ( pink in the cheeks, she distracts herself by peeking past the curtain again, coast still clear. ) You do have to be quiet, though. Can you do that?
[He is, for a moment, mesmerized by her. By the way occupies his space, her nose brushing lighting against his cheek, by his own awareness of exactly what she's doing. He lets out a shuddering breath as she sits down again, unable to take his eyes off her until she tells him what to do, then his eyes wander lower to her thighs where her panties sit, waiting for him.
His gaze finds its way back to her face as he starts to ease her panties gently down past her knees.]
I think so. [His voice is already husky. He's excited, but he's pretty sure he can stay quiet, if nothing else his mouth is going to be sort of occupied. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.] I've...never done this. You'll tell me what feels good?
[He sort of knows what to do because someone posted to the network about this very topic about a month ago and....well, Hyunsu read most of the responses. He's pretty sure the best way to make sure Eunyu enjoys herself is to listen to her.]
( not that she's ever done this either — far from it. the one and only time she actually managed to get intimate with someone by her own choosing, hyunsu had been an active participant to her stumbling, fumbling around. technically he has more experience than she does, but she is a little pleased despite herself, at the confirmation he hasn't done this before. not exactly possession, but not not possession either. more, eunyu's glad she's not the only one who has no idea what they're doing.
oddly, it makes her more confident. like always, she's gentle in touching hyunsu, cupping his cheek and stroking her thumb over the corner of his mouth. ) Don't worry. You're good at making me feel good.
( underwear off, she keeps one foot on the ground, the other lifting up to rest on hyunsu's shoulder. the space is tight enough she almost has her knee bent over it, hooking him in — but luckily eunyu is flexible, and unbothered by being bent by hyunsu's frame. she pushes his face a little into her inner thigh, encouraging his mouth to open and press against her skin. eunyu swallows dryly, tangling her fingers in his hair. )
We don't have time to be slow about it, or we'll get caught. ( she sinks her teeth into a lip, biting back a grin while she pulls hyunsu between her legs. ) Maybe sometime we'll make it to a bed.
[It's kind of a shame to rush it, he thinks, but he also knows she's right. Considering where they are time isn't necessarily on their side. They really do need to make it to a bed at some point.
He lets her guide him, mouthing at her inner thigh. Almost unconsciously he lifts a hand to caress her knee as he builds his confidence and his mouth finds her cunt. He's more eager than shy, but he's still a little uncertain at first, trying to be careful with how he maps her out with his tongue, listening for her cues about what works and what doesn't. Once he gets a taste for her, though, that lingering uncertainty melts away. He releases a soft groan low in his chest, finding her clit and teasing it experimentally with his tongue.]
( there hadn't really been a lot of thought into what it would actually feel like. eunyu anticipated enjoying herself of course, naturally expected it would feel good — but she overlooked the fact of how sensitive she is, having the breath knocked out of her lungs at the first swipe, instinctively scooting away from his touch. right. managing expectations, she settles back in place, tilting her hips up towards his mouth while he starts moving on her earnest. honestly, eunyu has no idea what he's doing, but there's a pool in her lower belly that feels like it's made out of molten honey, making her wet and fidgety, tightening her hold on his hair until it pulls at his roots.
she tries hard to be silent, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep them shut — but when he sucks her clit she cries out, instinctively bringing up her free hand to bite down on the sleeve of hyunsu's jacket, muffling herself. there's a halfhearted glance to the curtain, although being caught isn't really at the forefront of her mind anymore — it's all focused on the centralized spot of getting hyunsu to do that again.
when she's confident she can speak without moaning, she pets her hand gently through his hair, to get his attention. )
More of — that. Whatever that was. Do that.
( prepared this time, she slaps her hand over her mouth. )
[Hyunsu wasn't really sure what to expect, either. He didn't think about what she'd taste like or how much he'd like it or what having her writhing in her seat because of his attention would do to him. When she pulls his hair he moans softly, distantly aware that his cock is straining painfully against the fabric of his jeans. He's not really concerned about that now, though. He's too focused on Eunyu.
He hums softly in acknowledgement of what she tells him, his gaze flickering up to watch her cover her mouth. There's something about her struggling to keep herself quiet that is...extremely gratifying and any uncertainty he may have been feeling is fully stripped away. Happy to do as he's told, he does what she asks, focusing on teasing her clit with his lips and tongue, But that doesn't feel like enough. He wants to touch her, too, so he lets his hand move to caress the thigh she has flung over his shoulder.]
( it's almost drugging, the feeling. moored only by her fist in his hair, eunyu shivers against him, panting into the denim of his jacket, watching the flash of his pink tongue every time it curls around her clit. the amount of eye contact is probably weird, but she can't look away from him, pressed up against the folds of her cunt, tonguing her like he'll die without it. chest rising and falling, she whines past her muffle, eyebrows drawing together.
she pets him again, begging for a break, pulling his mouth away from her so she can smudge her arousal against his lips with her thumb, her moaning simmering down to long, labored breaths. eventually she nods, feeding him one of her fingers. )
Finger me. You — it's like this. ( eunyu twists her wrist, so she can press the pad of her fingertip against the roof of his mouth, rubbing back and forth against his hard palate. eventually, she gives him another finger — she can probably take two. three is pushing it. ) Like that. Go — go slow.
( when she's sure he gets it, she leaves him to it, sinking her teeth into the denim at her cuff. )
[He lets her pull him away with out resistance, gazing up at her a little dazed, blinking as she brushes her thumb against his glistening lips. He would not have expected his arousal to spike as powerfully as it does when she presses her fingers into his mouth, but it happens and he releases a sound that might best be described as a whimper as she rubs the roof of his mouth.
Still, he manages to focus on her words, nodding slightly as he sucks on her fingers. Yes, he can do that. He'd even been tempted before she said anything, but wasn't sure how welcome it would be. Perhaps he should have followed his instincts. When she pulls away, he leans in to kiss to her inner thigh, needy and affectionate, before he pressing a finger inside her. He goes slowly like she asked, starting with one finger to let her get used to it, gently looking for a rhythm that works for her, trying to mimic what her fingers did inside his mouth.]
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That logic could be applied to you, too, though.
[He's not the only one who looks good here, ok. He would say she is the hotter one between them, but then again he is extremely biased.]
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( very amicably, she types hyunsu's name as "hyu" (virtuous, worthy) and hers as "eun" (kindness, mercy). her bowl first. she steps up, lifting a lighter weight ball, and bowls —
not straight into the gutter. there's a little hope she might get one pin before it gives up and nose dives into the gutter. eunyu spins on her heels, pulling a face in hyunsu's direction. )
Told you I'd be bad. Your bowl. ( he props herself up on the machine that loads up the bowling balls, to watch him more up close. very casually, ) You and your monster really have worked something out. I feel like every day I'm talking to a different one of you. ( head tilt ) Are you... happy? Both of you.
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He waits for her to take her turn and when she's done and makes her assessment he counters it.]
You just need to warm up a little.
[Neither of them have done anything like this in a long time. They need to ease into it. Or something.
He pauses at the machine as she leans against it, testing the weight of the balls. The lighter ones feel all wrong to him with his enhanced strength, so he moves on to the heavier ones. He stops to consider her question, though.]
Does it? [Is it good that she feels that way? She doesn't seem mad about it.] I'm getting there. I think...we're learning to accept each other. [Something like that. He settles on choosing the heaviest ball they offer and picks it up.] You're helping. And the people here who don't hate monsters on sight.
[People here seem more accepting that he's kind of a freak, which is nice. He knows that people back home have reasons for their fear, but it was still tiring to deal with.
He heads over to the lane to take his turn. When he releases the ball it's with more of his strength than he intended and the ball ends up skirting the edge of the lane at high speed and slamming into two of the pins in the far corner with an unusually loud crack.
Hyunsu looks a little perplexed.]
Did I break something?
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( she means it, too. these days it's hard for her to separate the two of them in her mind — she likes both of them, and likes both of them a lot. hyunsu is soft and thoughtful, his monster is terse and also pretty thoughtful. it'd be impossible to make a choice, so she's glad she doesn't have to.
eunyu straightens up at his bowl, a little worried. that's pretty fast — with the crack of the pins, she instinctively grabs his wrist, as if prepared to push him behind her, as if ready for danger. instead there's ... just the sounds of the lane trying to clean up the shards of the two pins his got. eunyu looks up at him like a spooked deer, before her face breaks open like an egg, grinning brightly. biting back a laugh.
at least until the pimply teen that works here shouts hey! at them. then eunyu's expression drops, turning to glare at him. obviously not ready for any push back, the teenager stops in his tracks, face going pale. )
You need stronger pins. There are some strong people here — what the hell is wrong with this place? Don't you ever think, or plan? Go clean it up.
( she tugs on hyunsu's shirt sleeve while the poor guy retreats, more scared of eunyu than hyunsu who just obliterated those pins like nothing. she looks up at him. )
Wanna get a slushie while they fix it?
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He smiles faintly, a blush staining his cheeks as she grabs his sleeve.]
Yeah, let's go. [He catches her hand in his.] What flavors do you like?
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Red. Cherry. ( it still feels luxurious to even imagine, not entirely used to the excess of everything here. weeks ago, she would've thought an extra can of tuna was a jackpot. now? she could probably have a slushie a day and no one would even notice. ) You?
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Maybe watermelon. [He concludes finally, as they reach the slushie stand.] Do you want anything to eat with it?
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she forgets it's probably the more girlfriend-y type thing to let hyunsu order for her, so she does it for him instead, getting their slushies and opening up the space for him, if he wants anything else. predictably, she doesn't even ask before tasting his slushie, offering it back to him along with her own, his to sample. )
Yours is good.
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He decides to go ahead and order something, as she steps aside to wait for their slushies. He is a 20 year old with a faster than normal metabolism, he is usually hungry, honestly. He orders nachos, though, because he remembers Eunyu mentioning them. Just because she's not hungry right this second doesn't mean she won't be hungry a little later. This way she won't be disappointed if she decides she wants some.
He finishes ordering and turns back to her just as she's sipping his slushie. He feels a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
Yeah? What about yours? [He takes his own when she hands it to him, but he also leans in to take a sip of hers.]
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( she offers up, shoulders a little tense from feeling it. once hyunsu gets his nachos, eunyu makes sure to lean in close to him while they walk away, siphoning off his warmth.
only, when they start making their way back, eunyu observes people are still clearing out their lane — apparently hyunsu didn't just crack the pins, but a bit of the back wall and working mechanisms too. rather than let him ruminate on that, she points out the arcade to distract him, drinking some of her slushie until her mouth is stained a cherry red. )
Lets check it out before going back.
( not that she knows anything about arcade games — she just doesn't want hyunsu to feel bad. ugh. )
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She's not complaining, though, because she's accustomed to enduring at this point. Instead she's pointing him towards the arcade, which is a little unexpected, but not something he objects to.]
Okay, but, wait. [He pauses to put his nachos and slushie down on the nearest table and then shrugs out of his jacket before moving to settle it around her shoulders.] Here.
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Thanks. That was ( she presses her knuckles against his neck, stealing his heat. ) really thoughtful. Very smooth.
( peeling back, she steals a nacho from his bounty, before scooping up her slushie and heading the rest of the way into the arcade. the horror: she has no idea what anything is, eyes going all around before she finds something she recognizes — a photobooth. )
Let's go there. It'll be fun.
( in theory. she at least knows how it works, directing hyunsu to enter before her and pushing him down in the seat, sparing the time it takes to set all their food on a nearby ledge before, in the cramped space, taking a seat down on his knee, and pressing the "start" button. she didn't think of poses beforehand, so the first three go by with little changes, eunyu leaning further back into hyunsu's lap every time. for the last one, she turns, bullying him into a kiss. except. even after the shutter of the picture going off, eunyu doesn't stop, tilting hyunsu's face so she can deepen it, turning around so she can straddle his lap, tongue sliding in his mouth.
the jacket move was really, really smooth, okay. )
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And then...it's all kind of a blur. Eunyu in his jacket, her lips stained cherry red by her slushie, her hands against his cheek and his neck. He has half a mind to take her hand and press his lips to her fingers, but before he can do that she's leading him to the arcade and then to the photobooth.
And then she's in his lap and--did the camera go off? he's not really paying attention to anything but Eunyu--then she's kissing him and he's kissing her back because of course he is. Why wouldn't he? He pretty much always wants to kiss her. He moans softly into her mouth as he slides his tongue against hers and he can't help but want to touch her. He lifts a hand to stroke her hair.
When they inevitably have to come up for air, he's not interested in leaving, even though the machine has probably spit out their photos by now. He just nuzzles her jaw, holding her gently in his lap.]
Eunyu?
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( she really didn't mean to get carried away — although now that she's apart from him, panting a little, it's pretty obvious that a public photobooth isn't the place for it. or, well. maybe? it's private enough, the rest of the arcade only hosting a few other patrons that she saw, and full of enough 8-bit music to cover up most things. not that she's thinking about other, louder things in an expectant kind of way. it's just an observation. like looking at the split in the photobooth's curtain, where she can see no one's waiting for their turn. abruptly, she pulls the curtain the rest of the way shut, before looking back at him, a little wild in the eyes. )
Is it okay? It's risky, I know. I just, um. ( she moves against his lap, hands flattening on his chest, smoothing the shirt over his abs. eventually she gives into the impulse and just lifts up his shirt, pushing the hem into his mouth to keep it out of the way while her nails drag along the muscles his stomach, knuckles rubbing against his navel. ) Wanted, I guess.
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Unfortunately, it becomes obvious fairly quickly that having the hem of his shirt in his mouth makes it difficult to answer her questions or reassure her. It might also make any further kisses difficult. So, he nods once firmly and then takes the hem of his shirt in his hand and holds it up for her that way. For now. He has half a mind to just take it off, but first:]
It's okay. [He's been in this house long enough that he's not terribly worried about being caught, but he knows Eunyu was worried about that sort of thing before. There's a sort of wild desperation in her eyes and in the way she moves in his lap that he recognizes from before, in the chapel.] What do you want me to do?
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not that it’s hard. she knows by now that hyunsu likes to serve, that he probably would do anything she demanded of him simply because he wants to earn her approval — and maybe in part because he wants her to feel good. safe. in control, the cards all in her hands. )
You owe me, ( she says slowly, carefully, brushing her knuckles over his jeans, mapping out his dick. ) remember? Switch places with me, and get on your knees.
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He licks his lips and swallows dryly as he watches her. She had told him he had to earn this, he wasn't really expecting this date to be what did that, but...well. He's not complaining.]
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
[He moves to switch places with her, making sure she's settled on the bench before he sinks to his knees in front of her.]
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sitting back down, she presses her knees into his chest, in the small space of the booth. she's not mad about tight quarters — really, it just makes hyunsu look bigger, which is. well. she's not unaffected by it. )
Take them off. ( she fluffs up his hair, affectionately. after a second, ) And hold onto them. If you feel like jerking off, use those. You don't have to ask permission. ( pink in the cheeks, she distracts herself by peeking past the curtain again, coast still clear. ) You do have to be quiet, though. Can you do that?
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His gaze finds its way back to her face as he starts to ease her panties gently down past her knees.]
I think so. [His voice is already husky. He's excited, but he's pretty sure he can stay quiet, if nothing else his mouth is going to be sort of occupied. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.] I've...never done this. You'll tell me what feels good?
[He sort of knows what to do because someone posted to the network about this very topic about a month ago and....well, Hyunsu read most of the responses. He's pretty sure the best way to make sure Eunyu enjoys herself is to listen to her.]
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( not that she's ever done this either — far from it. the one and only time she actually managed to get intimate with someone by her own choosing, hyunsu had been an active participant to her stumbling, fumbling around. technically he has more experience than she does, but she is a little pleased despite herself, at the confirmation he hasn't done this before. not exactly possession, but not not possession either. more, eunyu's glad she's not the only one who has no idea what they're doing.
oddly, it makes her more confident. like always, she's gentle in touching hyunsu, cupping his cheek and stroking her thumb over the corner of his mouth. ) Don't worry. You're good at making me feel good.
( underwear off, she keeps one foot on the ground, the other lifting up to rest on hyunsu's shoulder. the space is tight enough she almost has her knee bent over it, hooking him in — but luckily eunyu is flexible, and unbothered by being bent by hyunsu's frame. she pushes his face a little into her inner thigh, encouraging his mouth to open and press against her skin. eunyu swallows dryly, tangling her fingers in his hair. )
We don't have time to be slow about it, or we'll get caught. ( she sinks her teeth into a lip, biting back a grin while she pulls hyunsu between her legs. ) Maybe sometime we'll make it to a bed.
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He lets her guide him, mouthing at her inner thigh. Almost unconsciously he lifts a hand to caress her knee as he builds his confidence and his mouth finds her cunt. He's more eager than shy, but he's still a little uncertain at first, trying to be careful with how he maps her out with his tongue, listening for her cues about what works and what doesn't. Once he gets a taste for her, though, that lingering uncertainty melts away. He releases a soft groan low in his chest, finding her clit and teasing it experimentally with his tongue.]
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she tries hard to be silent, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep them shut — but when he sucks her clit she cries out, instinctively bringing up her free hand to bite down on the sleeve of hyunsu's jacket, muffling herself. there's a halfhearted glance to the curtain, although being caught isn't really at the forefront of her mind anymore — it's all focused on the centralized spot of getting hyunsu to do that again.
when she's confident she can speak without moaning, she pets her hand gently through his hair, to get his attention. )
More of — that. Whatever that was. Do that.
( prepared this time, she slaps her hand over her mouth. )
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He hums softly in acknowledgement of what she tells him, his gaze flickering up to watch her cover her mouth. There's something about her struggling to keep herself quiet that is...extremely gratifying and any uncertainty he may have been feeling is fully stripped away. Happy to do as he's told, he does what she asks, focusing on teasing her clit with his lips and tongue, But that doesn't feel like enough. He wants to touch her, too, so he lets his hand move to caress the thigh she has flung over his shoulder.]
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she pets him again, begging for a break, pulling his mouth away from her so she can smudge her arousal against his lips with her thumb, her moaning simmering down to long, labored breaths. eventually she nods, feeding him one of her fingers. )
Finger me. You — it's like this. ( eunyu twists her wrist, so she can press the pad of her fingertip against the roof of his mouth, rubbing back and forth against his hard palate. eventually, she gives him another finger — she can probably take two. three is pushing it. ) Like that. Go — go slow.
( when she's sure he gets it, she leaves him to it, sinking her teeth into the denim at her cuff. )
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Still, he manages to focus on her words, nodding slightly as he sucks on her fingers. Yes, he can do that. He'd even been tempted before she said anything, but wasn't sure how welcome it would be. Perhaps he should have followed his instincts. When she pulls away, he leans in to kiss to her inner thigh, needy and affectionate, before he pressing a finger inside her. He goes slowly like she asked, starting with one finger to let her get used to it, gently looking for a rhythm that works for her, trying to mimic what her fingers did inside his mouth.]
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