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[foxtrots]

Ah, this might be a strange question.

[has that ever stopped him before? nope. but the fact that he acknowledges that such a thing is even possible counts for something.]

I was curious about tattoos, and if you have them, why you got them. I know some people like pretty things on their skin, and I think that's fine. Your body's the only thing that's really yours, right?

[though minsu's been through his share of those as a shape-shifter, he's finally settled on one that has meaning to him. too much so to cast aside.]

But does anyone have one that's really meaningful to you? Like something you really wanted to make a part of you forever.

I have something like that now, and I thought I'd look for a place that does them after work.

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[muskeg]

[ there are times when Sage really does understand why there is a ring filled with his magic on Minsu's finger and a tattoo of vines along his skin, he does because he truly does want anyone who happens to notice Minsu (which is everyone thank you) to know that he is Sage's. that there is someone who adores him so fiercely and completely.

that there is someone that accepts and adores Sage enough to let him, in some sense, call him his own.

there are strangled words in his throat and too much emotion in his gaze when he kisses Minsu, but at the same time there isn't enough. Sage shivers as he winds himself closer to Minsu, hooks his legs around his hips and slides his hands into his hair to hold him close as he licks into his mouth. tries to let the fox feel the emotions he still isn't sure of yet himself.]

[foxtrots]

[the beat of minsu's heart is so rapid that it feels like it's starting to trip over itself. one more kiss, one more slide of hands. he promises himself this again and again, so reluctant to come up for air when he knows it would be the wisest thing.

it's like the night that sage called him from the club, but also not. they live together now, they call each other 'boyfriend'. anyone would assume that they're already doing what they're headed for. minsu's hands are on his ass, and he growls into the kiss. it surprises him; minsu's not normally so aggressive. but he doesn't normally want anything as much as he wants the witch who's pressing against him.

minsu finally breaks the kiss, sage's fingers still in his hair as he catches his breath.]

...Okay, what if I just kiss you all day.

[minsu tried, he did, but he already misses his mouth.]

[muskeg]

[ when Sage thinks on it too long, he finds it a bit strange that they have managed to move in together, are often tangled together beneath the sheets, and have really not done more than heavy make-outs or petting. fuck, they have been naked in the shower and still-- still just taking it so slowly. it's so different from what he is used to, this slow build of emotions and feelings and simmering desire that has Sage dizzy from kisses on a table.

he adores it. adores Minsu and the way he kisses Sage so perfectly and pulls him close with a strength Sage loves. so yeah, maybe he moans when he feels hands on his ass and that growl against his lips and fuckfuckfuck his hips are canting to seek friction he didn't know he needed until right then and--]

Just-- just kissing me all day?

[ Sage sounds breathless, even as he tries for smug. curls his fingers against Minsu's scalp as he moves to press open-mouthed kisses and light bites against his jaw.]

[foxtrots]

[minsu tries for a laugh at his teasing, but it comes out sounding more like a breath that was punched out of him. before, it was easier to know what lines they shouldn't cross, even when sage would've let him. that was the whole point, minsu trying to establish himself as someone who could be trusted, who wasn't trying to gain anything with his words.

he thinks he's done that. he thinks he's proven himself, and now they take time just to enjoy each other.

so when sage asks him that question, out of breath but still wanting to touch and kiss him, minsu has to ask himself if the witch is still enjoying him, or if he really wants more. not knowing, it makes him wonder the same thing.]

All day and all night. Whatever you want, Seiji. If you want to kiss, we'll kiss. If you want to make love, we'll make love.

[yeaaaah he really loves it when you turn the color of a perfectly blushed peach.]

[muskeg]

[ gods they have been building and teasing and skirting the edges of so much for so long that Sage honestly doesn't know what to do with himself. he has never gone this slow with anyone, has never let anyone else discover and learn him and his likes and wants the way he has with Minsu, even when Minsu doesn't need to learn anything. he already knows Sage, fuck he has already slept with some version of Sage hundreds of times (at least, in Sage's mind it is hundreds), but he never... never pushed that here.

he let Sage warm up to him because Minsu made it clear he wasn't a one night stand. wasn't someone that would fuck Sage and leave him with just bruises and memories.

so when Minsu says that, that the choice is all Sage's, the witch knows it is the truth. and fucking hell, he doesn't know what to do with that. he wants Minsu, has for a long while, but--

make love

gods.

Sage turns the bright pink that Minsu expects, makes a noise that is almost a squeak almost a moan and buries his face against the fox all the more. squeezes him between his thighs because wow, rude.]

I want you, idiot. I just-- want you.

[foxtrots]

[his boyfriend is so cute. minsu can't hide his grin, even if he wouldn't deliberately make sage feel uncomfortable. every now and then he just likes to remind him that he's in control, that the fox is completely his. it's a power that not even magic can grant.

and if he becomes the most precious thing that minsu has ever seen in the process, like he's doing right now, well that's just a bonus.]

I know.

[minsu drops a kiss to the top of his head before he picks sage up, carrying him over to the couch where he puts himself on bottom. he starts kissing at his cheek then, trying to reach his mouth, trying to get sage to lift his head and look at him.]

I'm happy as long as I'm with you, Seiji. I'm happy doing whatever you want to do.

[there's something playful in minsu's expression as he takes one of sage's hand, brings it to his own wrist and curls those pale fingers around it. minsu pushes his hand against the couch then, like sage is the one holding him in place.]

Oh, I like this.

[muskeg]

[ you are the best worst boyfriend ever wow. mostly best, but still. it is frustrating to Sage how easily Minsu gets him off kilter, how easy it is for the other to have him flushing pink or scarlet and stuttering over words.

it is really fucking attractive to him how easily Minsu picks him up. pulls him down on top of the fox before showing without words that all the power, all the choice, is in Sage's hands and then smiles like it's nothing.

there might be a shaky fuck exhaled against Minsu's neck before he looks up finally. his face is still flushed and he looks a little rattled but--

fingers flex against the curve of Minsu's wrist and Sage pulls his head up a little more, puts more of his weight on that point of contact and lets his face hover near Minsu's they are nose to nose and he is sure that the way his heart is tripping in his chest is easily heard, but he doesn't close the distance. not yet.]

You like this? [ he grips a little harder, shift to rock his hips shallowly as he does, lips a breath away.] I'm happy being with you, Min. I'm-- fuck, I've never... [ he bites his lip, eyes searching. ] Never taken it this slow, or cared this much, I just--

[ don't want to fuck it up. don't want to ruin it. don't want to wake up and find out that it was a long con or-- fuck, no. Sage knows that Minsu wouldn't do that to him, never.

to chase the intrusive thoughts, the things Sage knows are spawned by his own self hate and fear, Sage kisses Minsu. leans in to cage him against the couch and licks his way into his mouth with a determination to have the other breathless.]

[foxtrots]

I like this.

[minsu repeats it with bright eyes that stare up into sage's. he makes a sound when the witch grips him harder, hips lifting to get just a taste of friction. sage talks about taking it slow, caring, but lately he feels like he's right on the edge of crawling all over him.

minsu likes that too.

and if sage wants to kiss him breathless, well, mission accomplished. the kiss leaves him trembling under him, and chasing after sage's mouth ever time he teases breaking the kiss. minsu has to remind himself to be good, to be still, that sage is in charge. even when the fox part of his brain tells him to break free and make him his again.]

[muskeg]

[ I like this. Minsu could be talking about anything, them on the couch like this, them taking it slow, the way that Sage grips him harder, the way they press close. the way heat builds between them sweet and slow and burning.

there is a noise that catches on Sage's teeth, something sharp that breaks free and, at the same time, cuts whatever restraint Sage had. he breaks the kiss for a moment, eyes wide and lips bruised, blinks down at Minsu like he can't quite believe he is there, that he trusts Sage this much, that--

the next kiss is hungry, claiming, Sage burning himself into Minsu with ever press of his tongue, slide of his lips, he rocks down against the fox harder and lets the kiss cover the wanting noises the spill free. it doesn't take him long to build up a rhythm, to be hard and wanting as he rocks against Minsu as he pants against his lips. he feels dizzy, heady with how much he feels like he is on fire, how much he wants.]

Minsu...

[foxtrots]

[there's such power in sage's lips. it's not just their power to utter hexes and spells, it's this too. he can cast a hundred little spells over the fox, communicate a hundred different things. the soft kisses that tell minsu what he needs. the playful pecks that tell him how happy he's feeling.

this kiss is saying just one thing, with his body reiterating it. and minsu whines, he can't help himself, not when sage is rocking against him that way. it conjures too many images - not of the past, but of ones that he's imagined. more and more lately.]

Whatever you want...

[sage knows it, but minsu doesn't feel like he can ever remind him enough. there's a question in the witch's eyes, and the desire in the fox's answers it.

he wants him, wants everything that they're doing right now and more, with nothing between them, with sage rocking and making those sounds because he's inside of him. he wants to wake up on this couch still tangled together, and to carry him to their bed where they can do it all over again.]