#IM ABOUT TO STROKE OUT NAZ

[unavernales]

Tae-hyun knew how to be content with anything. It came with his upbringing, the life of an honest monk to never want more than what he had. So, the question was a difficult one for him to answer. Especially when he didn't know how Pasha felt. He was happy to be as they were, the yearn for more had often crossed his mind, but this was a desire he didn't mind leaving unfulfilled if Pasha wished. "I want what makes you happy." 'I want what you want' would probably sound like a cop-out response, but it's what he honestly felt. If Pasha needed him to be something, he could be that.

Pasha's new closeness had Tae-hyun inhaling. Fingers tensed and relaxed as they adjusted, as his heart picked up in pace. Pasha could probably hear the wild beating in his chest, could probably align it with the pure blood coursing through his veins - another part of himself he'd be willing to offer Pasha from his knees.

Oh. He blinked in surprise. Tae-hyun had never kissed anyone before. He's seen it in movies and shows and read it on occasion... but... the prospect of doing it himself made him bite his lip.

The nerves of the unknown were almost overwhelming, but he allowed himself to revel in the new experience. Like he did everything, he moved slowly and deliberately. Full of intention and transparency.

He shut his eyes in relaxation, and allowed his lips to meet Pasha's. He closed the distance between them slowly, and when their mouths finally met, he felt his soul be liberated. After a century of meditation, fasting, seeking that bright spiritual peace... Who knew enlightenment could be found at Pasha's lips?

no, pasha wants to tell him. no you don't. because pasha wants so much. his desire is monstrous and all consuming. taehyun would flinch at the face of it. or maybe... maybe he wouldn't. maybe he'd lean in, just as he does now. maybe he'd accept it, just as he's accepted pasha. swallow it down, just like he swallows down pasha's sigh of relief. a sigh of satisfaction.

fingers tangle into taehyun's hair as their lips finally, finally meet. pasha had let himself fantasize this (and much, much more) dozens of times. had imagined it with nothing but wet filth. the reality, of course, is so much sweeter. softer. but his desire, he hopes, is palpable. it does not sate pasha as much as it ignites him. makes him want more. can feel his fangs in their desire to pierce, his predatory flickering of bright yellow in his eyes.

"you meant it," he says when he wills himself to pull away. he licks his lips, savors the taste of taehyun. "the things you would do... if you were mine." the hand not in the reaper's hair moves to cradle his jaw. "you are mine. i can't have it any other way. not after this," pasha murmurs as he goes in for another kiss. hungrier. thumb pressing into his jaw to signal for taehyun to open up. let him in. he licks into the reaper's mouth. savors the taste and bites briefly at his lip. "do you understand?"