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Hunter’s face softens as he leans into Wyatt’s hand, “Okay as long as you take them.” His nose scrunches when Wyatt kisses it and he let’s out a soft chuckle. As Wyatt goes over to the dresser, Hunter sits up taking the bed sheet and wiping himself a bit. He looks up Wyatt, “Hmm? Oh yeah that’s cool. Could I wear your cloths after we bath? I don’t have anything clean with me.” Hunter glances at his dance bag that he brought over the night before. Everything in there was gross and sweaty, and he would prefer not to wear any of it. Hunter takes Wyatt’s hand, interlacing there fingers and standing up, “Coming? Wyatt I already came you were just there!”

“Of course.” Wyatt hesitates a bit before he says his next thought, a small smile flitting over his features, and he squeezes Hunter’s hand. Before he speaks, he begins leading him in towards the kitchen with him. “I assumed you would, if I’m honest. Wear my clothes.” He passes a glance over at Hunter, teeth digging into his lower lip for a moment or two before he releases it. “I just haven’t seen you bring anything clean in a while, so...” He trails off, ducking his head, and releases Hunter’s hand only when they reach the kitchen in order to begin cutting fruit up. It’s a good thing his roommate isn’t around --- this would be quite the sight to happen open. “And you know that isn’t what I meant, by the way, about coming --- but I appreciate the thought nonetheless. I also appreciate how cute you were whilst delivering it... Want to taste?” He’s just gotten the strawberries out of the fridge, and rinsed them off as well. Currently, he holds one out to Hunter with an expectant look on his face.

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“ so i told myself i would try my best t’ stop smoking, but with the way life’s just fucking me silly it’s way harder than i anticipated. ” bentley says before lighting up & taking a drag, stepping away from the person inches away. “ sorry, don’t wanna like … give you whole secondhand n’ shit. don’t want that on my conscious. ” he adds before waving it away.

“No, no --- it’s fine. If anything, I think I’m going to want to bum one off of you.” Wyatt finds what he says to be entirely too much like his own situation to be totally comfortable, but the prospect of getting a smoke makes up for it. Letting out a slightly awkward laugh, he reaches up to run his fingers through his already messy hair. “I kinda left mine at home today, thinking maybe it would help me pace out my rapidly developing habit. Turns out my boss just stressed me into needing one more than ever. Do you mind?”

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Hunter tilts his head and watches Wyatt curiously as he kisses him and kisses each of his fingers. He isn’t typically used to such gentleness but with Wyatt it seems comforting and makes him content so he allows for Wyatt to take what he needs. It makes him smile, Wyatt is cute post-orgasm and he laughs to himself. Hunter nods along with what Wyatt says and he is about to respond, but the soft smile on his lips turns into a frown the second Hunter can see the wince of pain. Hunter grabs Wyatt’s hand, concern evident on his face which is odd since Hunter is normally so carefree, “Don’t push yourself, do you have any painkillers? Take them first and then let’s go to the kitchen and eat!”

Concern is obvious in the tone of Hunter’s voice, and on his face when Wyatt turns his head to see his expression. He reaches up to touch his face gently, drawing his fingertips over his cheek and offering him a little smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll take something when we get to the kitchen.” That’s where he keeps his medication, though perhaps it’s a bit strange. Most people keep their pills in their bathroom cabinets, but he’s gotten used to having it a bit closer at hand for himself. Brushing a kiss to the tip of Hunter’s nose, Wyatt gets to his feet and wanders over to his dresser, contemplating putting on clothes for a moment. Eventually he decides against it, casting a half-smile over his shoulder at Hunter and shrugging a bit. “We’ll just take our clothes off again anyway. Coming?” He holds a hand out to him.

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kitlcuis.

    freshly after the news of his fiancé’s arrest, wyatt’s words may have prompted a flood of tears followed by an equally torrential rush of words as he tried to explain the dire situation. at present, though, the wound has scabbed and calloused. he feels hollow to it all – though that may be a direct result of the party favors he’s been rationing out since finding julian’s stash of money. being touched is nice though; he feels like it’s been ages since he’s been caressed and embraced so gently. “it’s not important,” kit sighs though whether he’s talking about the heating bill or his missing partner, he leaves ambiguous. maybe it’s both – nothing seems quite important through the haze of his sadness. kit doesn’t even notice he’s not hugging wyatt in return until the other’s hands press to the small of his back and he becomes suddenly aware that he doesn’t know where to place his own palms. they’re just hanging loosely at his sides like a pose-able doll left without direction. “don’t worry about it – i haven’t been very good company.” he’s still not. maybe he won’t ever be.

Suddenly an awareness flows through Wyatt that perhaps hadn’t entirely been there before. With Kit’s arms hanging at his sides and his monotonous voice ringing in the air, his dispassion obvious, it’s difficult to not see how dire this situation really is. His concern turns to acute worry, and he wonders to himself if he shouldn’t make himself a home right here in this apartment, just to ensure that Kit is okay. It’s hard for him to let go, but let go he does, instead reaching up to place his hands on either side of his face. He wants him to look at him. “It’s important. I know it is.” He can tell, and he needs him to hear him when he says it, too. As if him saying it aloud can somehow make Kit recognize it as true again. “But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll pour us some wine.” Leaning in, he presses a kiss to Kit’s forehead, and then he lets him go, turning to fetch a couple of glasses and to do just as he’d said he would.

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Hunter pokes at Wyatt’s dimples and relaxes into the kiss Wyatt places on his lips. Hunters hands cup Wyatt’s face and let’s out a hum, “You’re welcome, Wy.” Hunter brushes back some hair of Wyatt’s hair to get a better look at him, “Thank you.” And gently Hunter leans up to place a kiss of his own on Wyatt’s lips. Hunter let’s go of Wyatt’s face and plops his head back down into the pillow under him. He takes a minute to think. “Hmm, I could go again but,” Hunter wraps his arms around Wyatt’s neck, giggling when he hears the rumble of Wyatt’s stomach, “I think you want to eat food more than me again at this moment.” Hunter basks in the little kisses that Wyatt presses into his face and then asks shyly, “If we take a bath together…Could you play with my hair?”

“Mmm.” Wyatt hums it out as he places his kisses on Hunter’s face, the feeling of his arms wrapped around him a very good one. He’s warm and he’s content and he’s... really happy, actually. Happier than he has been in a while. It’s like all of his worries have melted away, and he thinks he has this intimacy to thank for that. He has Hunter to thank for that. It isn’t something he wants to say out loud, but he conveys it in the soft way that he touches him; his eyes always give him away. “I’d never want to eat anything more than you, Wei. Unfortunately, my body has other needs.” Reaching for Hunter’s hand, Wyatt takes the time to kiss each one of his fingers, a little smile playing at his lips. “Of course I’ll play with your hair. What’s the point in taking a bath together if I don’t get to take care of you?” Spreading his fingers, Wyatt kisses his palm now, and then he’s moving to regretfully climb off of him. He misses his warmth immediately, and he winces a bit when he bends his knee and a shock of pain shoots up his leg. He tries to hide it, but it doesn’t work as well as he hopes. “Come with me to the kitchen?”

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    there’s a heap of secondhand blankets and unworn clothing articles that aren’t kit’s but are, sadly, starting to smell more like him than their previous wearer and somewhere among that pile, there’s also a kit. in a barely decorated apartment, there’s hardly much to do besides sit and wallow and the makeshift mountain of fabrics is where kit chooses to do so. that is, when he isn’t partaking in things he knows will numb the ache of loneliness. it’s probably safer just to be sad but kit’s never been particularly good at keeping himself safe when left to his own devices. he’s tipsy to the point of hiccups as he unfurls from among the garments, getting onto wobbly feet with sleeves tugged down over his hands. “s’okay,” he dismisses from the darkness; he keeps the lights off to keep the electric bill down. “it’s warming up outside – practically balmy.” or, at least, he thinks it was. he can’t actually remember how long it’s been since he stepped outside.

A frown curves down the corners of Wyatt’s mouth as he sees Kit, sees the state that he’s in. His words don’t help it any. For a few long moments, Wyatt just stands there looking at him. There’s not even a hint of judgement in that gaze, but rather a soft sort of concern that seems to exude from him. After a while, he steps forward and gently presses a palm to Kit’s cheek, fingertips drifting down over his face. “I’ll take care of it.” He repeats what he’d sad before, this time a bit lower, and he blinks as he looks away for just a breath. The place seems a bit in a disarray, clothes in a heap that he thinks Kit probably crawled out of. That’s okay. “What happened?” He’s not fully filled in on everything that’s gone on with Kit, and that’s his own fault. He’s going to have to apologize to him, but that will be after he wraps him up into a hug. Strong arms wind about his body, and he pulls him in with ease, a comforting hand drifting over his spine. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much.”

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Wei’s laugh makes Woojin’s smile slip onto his features, all dimples as he looks at him with a fondness he isn’t certain he could explain, or feel for anyone else. Leaning up, he kisses him gently on the lips, one of his hands moving down his chest so he can rub his belly. “You were amazing too, Wei. Really amazing. Thank you.” He doesn’t think he’s ever thanked anybody for sex before, but it feels appropriate right now with his heart skipping beats and their skin all pressed together. “We can go again after breakfast, if you want.” He very much means that, and his tummy rumbles as if to protest the fact they aren’t already eating. Only... Woojin kind of wants more. Something more between then and now. His knee is aching at this point, the pain difficult to ignore; he’ll take something for it, but he also wants. “Take a bath with me? And I’ll cut up some fruit for us.” He has plenty of fruit, he’d just done shopping yesterday. Woojin watches Hunter’s expression, and he presses little kisses to his face.

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There’s something very wrong. Wyatt can sense it just in the way that Kit has been texting him, and he finds it disturbing that perhaps he was too wrapped up in his own dramas and feelings to have noticed it before now. With two bottles of wine under his arm, he lets himself into Kit’s apartment without knocking. He’ll know who it is. The temperature drops slightly, and he notices that, the cold seeping into him near immediately. He should’ve paid his heating this month. He forgot, but he’ll take care of it soon enough. “Kit?” His voice is low and rough, a result of being on the phone all day with various clients and the like. Wandering into the kitchen, Wyatt sets the bottles of wine down on the counter top, and then lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Everything feels very strange to him right now, for some reason. “I’m going to take care of the heat.” He raises his voice, calling into the depths of the apartment, and hoping Kit will emerge. // @kitlcuis

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KIT: door's unlocked

KIT: maybe you shouldn't say it though. it can be awfully dangerous to love someone.

WYATT: sometimes it might be, but not this time. i think i'll say it again.

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It’s all too much. Woojin loses himself to it completely, body moving on instinct, and when he feels Wei cum he almost cums himself right then and there. He’s on the edge, moaning low and hoarse when he clenches around him, and his voice fills his head. Wei fills his head until he can’t think of anything else, anyone else. His heart pounds in his ears, pulse mingling with the sound of his baby’s voice, and he leans down to him with his own cum still on his lips to kiss him. His hand moves from his cock, its opposite remaining right on his throat, and he fucks into him desperately and without rhythm. It’s when he breaks the kiss and really looks down at Wei, really sees him, that he loses it. A groan of his name leaves his lips, and he trembles all over as he pulls out of him. He wants so much to just cum inside of him, but instead he finds himself removing the condom. It takes only a couple strokes of his hand over his own cock for him to be cumming on Wei, over his belly and his thighs. Woojin shakes with it, breaths shuddering, and his eyes flutter shut, unable to keep looking. It seems to last a long time to him, those waves of pleasure, but when it finally ends, he collapses on Wei. His hand moves from his throat so he can delicately kiss those bruises he’d left behind, all warm affection and mouthing. “Fuck...” He breathes it out, eyelashes fluttering. “That was amazing.”

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KIT: i am a moocher so if you bring your own i may steal a glass. our very own wine tasting, if you will.

KIT: come over though. please.

WYATT: yeah, kit. of course. i'll be right there.

WYATT: i love you, you know? i don't say that very often.

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KIT: you would have to come here

KIT: and you would have to pretend not to mind that it's cheap boxed wine

WYATT: i don't mind that, but i can also bring my own if you'd like? i'm not a moocher, promise

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An all-over shudder wracks through Woojin that he can’t hide, causing him to pause for only a moment; long enough to be noticeable, but not long enough to change anything. He continues with renewed vigor, breaths coming in heavy pants, and so much of his skin touching Wei’s that he’s actually overwhelmed by it. It’s a good feeling, but it’s a lot. It’s a whole fucking lot, especially paired with how incredible he sounds when he’s begging to cum. Tightening his fingers against his throat, Woojin shifts his position a bit so that he can support himself better with his knees. He can’t hold it for long without being in pain, but he’ll be able to hold it for plenty long enough. He’s close, too. He’s really really close. With his now free hand, he lightly scratches down over Wei’s belly, and then wraps his fingers around his cock to begin pulling him off just like that. He knows it’ll finish him. He can tell by the look on his face, and by the way that he feels. “Cum for me, Wei. Moan my name and cum for me, baby. You’ve been so good.” He has. He’s been so good, and it gets Woojin off to no end. His pace gets a little erratic, but he pushes through, hitting his prostate with every thrust. 

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      “the worst thing about spring is how beautiful it looks outside, but it hasn’t actually heated up much..” vana regrets only throwing her denim jacket on as the wind blows around them. “so you get dressed thinking it’s warm out, because look!! –” she reaches a hand up to the sky, pointing at the sun shining brightly. “the sky is blue and the sun is out, but how was i to know there’d be this cool breeze??” she lead them into the coffee shop, ducking inside quickly. “here i was thinking i’d order an iced coffee, but not so much anymore. – what do you want?? my treat!!”

“There being no clouds typically means it’ll be cooler during the winter and early spring, actually.” Wyatt murmurs that in a tone that seems to reflect his mood, far more stormy than the weather seems to be. He’s tired. It’s Friday, though, so at least he has that much to be cheerful about. Vana’s mood is infectious too, so despite her disappointment in the weather, he seems to be catching it just a little bit. “Because clouds provide insulation, you know?” He trails off a bit, not wanting to be a bore, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as the door to the coffee shop closes behind them. He blinks, casting dark eyes in her direction when she offers to pay for his drink. “That’s sweet of you. Uh, just a plain coffee is fine. Actually, is their french vanilla flavor good? I think I’ll do that. Double-double with an espresso shot.” Despite Vana offering to pay, Wyatt gets his card out anyway. After she does pay, he’s going to pay it forward --- let whoever the next customer is in line drink for free today. Doing nice things always puts him in a better mood.

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Woojin knows some conversational Mandarin, but he has definitely not gotten to the point in which he can understand Wei dirty talking in his first language, that’s for sure. Still, he sounds sexy no matter what it is he’s saying, and he says everything that Woojin needs to hear in a language he can understand. “Much better.” He praises, and then takes a slow breath before he gives him exactly what he wants in the form of speeding up his movements. This time, Woojin doesn’t slow down again, but rather allows his own desire and his own needs take over. He goes hard and deep, fingertips still pressing into Wei’s throat, lightly enough to not leave marks, but firm enough for it to be noticeable in a way that will hopefully keep his eyes rolling back like Woojin had noticed before. He knows he isn’t going to last long like this, but ideally neither will Wei.

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Feeling Wei’s nails digging into his shoulders makes Woojin shiver all pleasantly. A little bit of pain with his pleasure is something that he happens to enjoy quite a bit, and it’s the only reason he felt like releasing Wei’s hands. Next time he’ll probably keep them tied up, just for the sake of it. The look on his face is so incredible right now, and Woojin opens his mouth to say that, but his words die off when Wei begins to talk instead. What he says makes Woojin smirk a little, his fingertips pressing a bit more firmly into his throat. When he pulls back out of him a bit, this time he pushes his hips back into him harder, faster; he pauses just after that, though, not continuing it --- just teasing him with it. “I’d love to, but you didn’t ask me properly.” He also used Wyatt instead of Woojin, but he doesn’t mind that as much. It’s a force of habit, especially when his mind is as all over the place as it is right now.