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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]

[ 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.]