in the depths

Achti Alhava (Ava), Demigod / Siren Owner of a rage room [ +25, rp blog ]

[wooyos]

SEONGHWA - 踊り子 (odoriko)

[guzhufuren]

Seonghwa in special cover clip '踊り子 (odoriko)'

[wooyos]

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

The man backed off as the other snapped to not touch him- while they had been in an embrace shortly before. A pang of hurt shot through him- anger too. He pushed it away, no time for those emotions right now. The other was right to be in distress if his suspicions would turn out to be correct.

“Calm down, you’re hurting yourself,” he urged the other as he remained on a small distance now- wanting to give the other space but also not letting him go before he got some answers.

“You’re being sold,” Zitao said as he remained between the other and the door. He was large and obviously if he wanted to he could make the other stay here (magic not taken into account of course). “You didn’t know this? The man said that you just didn’t like to talk about gold, that it was a turn-off or something.” he explained, gesturing how helpless he felt right now. “Listen, if I had known you were not in on it I would never have done it. I am not a rapist- I don’t want to take advantage of people I am sorry. I just, when he came to me to offer me to have sex with a God I-”

He felt helpless, a pervert too- he had been so excited to be with a God. It was such a magical experience, and he had been willing to pay for the fantasy of it all. Now he also felt how much he had been enchanted by the other. See, it had to be a God.

“I can help you, I am a soldier. Or, well, I was, but I can fight and I can help you.” Concern tainted his expression as he looked at the other. “I feel really bad, let me please make it up to you.”

[achti-ia]

A cold chill ran through him when he heard something he never in his wildest dreams would imagine to hear: you're being sold. The lump in his throat didn't seem to go down even when he swallowed. In an instant, it felt like nothing mattered anymore. He had nothing in this world, no one. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked off to the side but his gaze was somewhere far, far away.

Now fully dressed to the pretty outfit he wore before, he sank to his knees beside the bed and slumped against it, arms on the mattress and his head pressed on them. The tips of his hair were floating slightly, proof that somewhere in the depths of his soul he was angry, but the pure feeling of defeat drowned that out. "I'm no God," he said quietly; he was a siren through and through. Not only did the man he loved lie to him, he lied to everyone else too. How twisted was that.

"He's a soldier too, did he tell you that?" his voice was distant as his head started going through memories, trying to pinpoint where it all went wrong. When things had changed course, why he was suddenly used like this. The more he thought about it, the smaller he felt- there were times when he'd felt powerful using his siren powers on others but all of that was washed away. Maybe he deserved this. He'd been selfish on his hunt for answers, tricking other people carelessly.

"I don't.. I don't have anywhere to go," his voice grew small, like he was verbalizing what he was thinking instead of talking to Zitao, "I don't know what to do."

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

He fucked up. That much was clear but Zi first thought it was something else- that the other really did not like this bringing up. He pulled back his hand as the other was confused- which confused him.

“I know that your, uh, pimp, told me not to mention the gold but- I am sorry I did not want to insult you. I just wanted to see you again and let you rest tonight,” he tried- speaking quickly. He needed the other to understand and while he had no idea how to fix whatever was wrong he would try, damn it.

“What do you mean you don’t know what I am talking about?” Zi asked as he got up too and frowned- looking at the man. He blocked the door as he picked up a piece of clothing that belonged to the other and offered it. “What do you mean?” He got a sick feeling in his stomach as he started to put one and one together. If the other didn’t know…

“You don’t know I paid money to sleep with you?” he asked- it was blunt and direct but what else could he do right now? “You can’t put on clothes, you need to clean yourself- here, calm down.” he tried as he grabbed the bedsheet and tried to clean off the cum from the man’s body.

“Why did you sleep with me then? Why did you seduce me?” He felt sick- he had no problems with sex work but he did have a problem with whatever this was.

[achti-ia]

Nausea, that's what he felt the most. This couldn't be real, it couldn't be happening. He wanted to not believe Zitao- he'd gotten him mixed up with someone else, that had to be it. His head was spinning from the mere thought that someone he loved, someone he trusted so completely, might have sold him out. It couldn't be.

He was picking up his clothes with shaky hands when his gaze snapped up with a flash of fear in his eyes as Zitao blocked the door, afraid that the man would lash out at him in some way. He'd seen Zitao lose it a little earlier already, what if he wouldn't be allowed to leave? Whatever was left of his world was crumbling and the room felt suffocating. He wasn't breathing properly.

He grabbed the offered piece of clothing quickly, snatched it up and scurried back onto the bed when Zitao approached him again, tried to touch him. "Don't touch me," he choked out, snatched the sheets from the other's hand too with a sharp tug to clean himself instead, his movement frantic as he rubbed over his stomach with too much force, leaving behind red streaks.

The world outside of his city was messy. All he'd ever known was a peaceful, quiet little life, until his city had burned and his people died. It had began a never-ending nightmare and just when he thought he had a little blip of something good in it, the man who'd saved him and promised him to find answers for him, that had turned into a nightmare too.

"I'm sorry," his voice was shaky as he moved back, all the way to the other side of the bed where he could get on his feet again to dress up, "I'm sorry. Please let me leave. Please. I can't." He wasn't making much sense but he couldn't exactly tell the real reason why he had seduced the man, he knew nothing about him, didn't know what kind of person he was. There was only the hope that he wasn't who they were looking for.

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

Right now all that the alien wanted was to please the other- he wanted him but he alkso wanted the God to feel good. He wanted the other so much to be happy and satisfied. More than what he wanted to feel himself even. It was an odd feeling - then again Zitao had always been a giver in relationships and moments like this. He was a completely useless piece of manmeat when he loved someone- and tonight he loved this man.

The way the God reacted to his movements and eating him out had him smiling and move even deeper, the hand around the other tightening as he focused on the muffled sounds that came from the pillows and how the other arched his back for him. He wanted the other to come for him. Wanted to hear the sounds that would erupt from the God. So he continued until he felt the other come undone at his ministrations and laughed a little as he slowly moved up and kissed along the man’s spine. Following the shapes of the man’s body as his touches were featherlight.

Wiping his mouth on the hotel sheets before pressing a soft kiss against the man’s forehead.

“You okay?” he asked, tucking a lock of hair behind the man’s ear and smiling at the love of his (current) life. “Don’t worry about anything if you’re tired.” he smiled as he traced the other’s face. His hand was back to the claws but he made sure to only touch the man with the back of his hand. The skin was cold and smooth. “I can just buy another night, I don’t want you to do something you don’t want- plus…” A small pause as his cheeks reddened

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, do you have time for me tomorrow or the day after? Are the rates the same?” He knew he was breaking the rules- yada yada. But this was business and in his mind they were done for the night anyway. He had seen how the other moved as he orgasmed and while his dick was still rock-hard he didn’t want to do more when the other looked so happy.

This was Zitao in love, selfless and dedicated to the other. He had no idea he just ruined the other’s life.

[achti-ia]

It felt dizzying, to have had so much power over the other all this time, only to turn into complete mush under the man's intense touch. He moaned into the pillow freely, forgetting for a while that this was an act, fingers fisting the sheets beside him when everything got a little overwhelming. He didn't end up lasting very long after Zitao's hand tightened around him, practically shoving him over the edge, his body rocking against each touch greedily.

The orgasm that followed was so good it made his face tingle. There was a lack of air in his lungs after the few moans he let out as he came all over the sheets, his body trembling. He panted against the fabric, slowly coming down to earth, back to the room from where his mind had floated off to. He shifted to rest on his side, it suddenly dawning on him that he hadn't fulfilled his end of the deal with his lover. He was supposed to sleep with the man, get him to relax, to preferably pass out. He'd been selfish, incredibly so, letting a stranger touch him like Zitao had.

That in and of itself cleared some of the fog from his brain, tension settling into his numb limbs, barely registering the kiss against his forehead when he was already imagining his lover's reaction if the man left like this. His chest squeezed, his breathing turning shallow as he tried to quickly pull himself together to get Zitao to stay. He didn't want to disappoint his lover like this.

Then, before he could even think of a response to the you okay, his gaze snapped to the man as he spoke again, clear confusion on his face. He looked visibly taken aback, moving away from the touch of the man's claw, suddenly sitting up, the movement making him dizzy. He stared at the other like he was batshit crazy for thinking Achti was selling himself. "What?" he asked, a little too harshly. Zitao's reddened cheeks were wasted on him as he was completely unable to appreciate how gentle and soft the other was, instead, all he could think of was how he'd gotten that impression of Achti. What had gone so wrong?

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shifted off the bed, feeling all too exposed. He needed to put on clothes. He needed to leave. This was getting too weird and he had to come up with an excuse to his lover about why this hadn't worked out the way they planned- and maybe, just maybe, Zitao wasn't behind the massacre of his people and he could just forget that today ever happened.

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

The other was a work of art and Zitao was going to enjoy it- every last inch of the other. Following the man’s hand he smiled “here, let me,” he assured and grabbed the vial, opening it and sniffing it before looking at his clawed hand and then his metal hand- instead he forced the claw to go down- his fingers were still darker and his nails pointier but not as dangerous as before. He snarled a little at forcing down the transformation but did it anyway. Slowly circling the other’s entrance then as he leaned down.

“I am going to fill you so nicely,” he whispered lovingly and nipped the other’s cheek playfully- immediately littering it with kisses after, no harm intended at all. “But I am going to prepare you first baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” he whispered and slowly entered a finger. The heat surrounded him and he groaned as he slowly moved his hand. He knew the other did this a lot- but that was okay. He was no puritan and sex work was still work but- he wanted to save the other. He felt the urge to be the knight on the white horse- instead he added a second finger and moaned against the other’s neck as he imagined how good the other would feel around his dick.

He caught the other in a kiss again, deepening it immediately as he wanted the other so badly and moaning into the kiss. It was messy and hot as he spread his fingers, growing a little impatient. “I want you so badly,” he whispered against the other’s lips as he curved his fingers looking for the sensitive bud. “Want you so bad, never wanted someone as bad as I want you now,” he whispered as his dick was rock-hard and the tip was wet with precum.

He pulled away suddenly and let out a wheeze as he tried to control himself before flipping the other over onto his stomach and then leaned in as he started to eat the other out, his tongue digging in as he spread the cheeks wider. Moaning against the man’s entrance. “Going to make you so wet, so horny for me.” he moaned and reached around to jack the other off.

[achti-ia]

It was fascinating, although slightly unnerving, to watch the man's transition fade; deep in his bones, he knew he should fear it more, considering this was a mere stranger and he had no way of knowing how much control the other had over those claws of his when emotions ran high. And perhaps he did under the surface, and maybe that somehow turned him on more, but he hadn't yet discovered those parts of himself and couldn't really name what kept him there other than so-called duty.

Still, a shudder ran through him when the dark digits disappeared between his legs. It was oddly thrilling.

He braced his palms against the other's shoulders as his eyes fluttered shut, next breath stuttering from being penetrated rather than from all the sweet talking. His nails pressed softly against the other's skin on his back, trailing down to leave faint lines in their wake, nothing that wouldn't fade in a couple of minutes tops, there to tease rather than leave any true marks. His lips, already raw from all the kisses they had shared, parted all too willingly as Zitao leaned in again, tongue meeting the other's to taste him, if only for the night. He almost hoped Zitao was innocent and he knew he shouldn't.

Contrary to what one could believe given his ability, he never got tired of hearing the desperation in one's voice when they said they wanted him so badly. Somewhere in the depths of him, it made him feel powerful and he enjoyed it beyond measure. "Being so good to me," he breathed as he broke the kiss, his dark eyes taking in every feature of the other's face up close, "so good I might even let you have all of me for the night." It was a trick, sure, but he did crave that feeling of power over someone.

A small yelp left him as he was suddenly manhandled onto his stomach, having not expected it. Then, before he could even think, his hand flew up to one of the boards of the headboard as a moan forced its way out of his throat from the sudden, intense feeling of being eaten out. His other hand shot back to run his fingers along the man's scalp, digits tangling into strands as his face pressed into the pillows to muffle his sudden panting, back arching towards that delicious heat and wetness of the other's mouth.

Completely unable to help himself, he rocked back onto the other's face. The last thought that was present in his mind was why did his lover never do this to him? before everything vanished, mind blank and his only focus being their point of contact. It was almost too much, heat pooling low into his stomach when Zitao started stroking him as well, his thighs visibly trembling. He could easily cum like this, and fast. Fuck. "More.." he slurred into the pillow; Zitao was damn lucky Achti enjoyed being overstimulated to hell and back or this night would end up being extremely short.

[theflowerwind]

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

Blissfully unaware of the situation at hand (or at claws, pick your wording) Zitao was delirious in love with the God- If only had known that the other was part siren he could’ve stayed on a distance and protected his mind a little better. Though due to the man’s natural beauty combined with the magic there was nothing to safe the alien right now as he savoured every taste he got of the man and smiled into every kiss.

“Do you like it?” He asked as he watched the other tense up and smiled a little- his dark eyes lingering on the other’s nippled and the lines of his muscles. “It’s okay, I’m rich.” he whispered- half a joke but right now he considered it. He wouldn’t when he left this room, but right here? Right now? All he could imagine was the other in light fabrics, golden rings to chain him to the alien- and oh he was possessive. Knowing that the man was sold to another every night and the thought made him angry. Someone like the God should be kept safe, loved as he could do.

“Very rich,” he promised the man as he pressed deeper into the kiss and tasted the other again. “I want to be good to you, want to make you feel good.” he whispered as he let his thumb rub against the tip and dig into the man’s slit. Teasing it as he took in the other’s appearance from up-close. Every dip and every pore was beautiful. Moving his hand from the man’s member to his entrance he slowly massaged it. “Do you have anything to make it go easier?” he whispered “Don’t want to hurt you,”

Sitting up he spit into his metal hand and with one hand he slowly rubbed the man’s penis and the other rubbed against the man’s entrance. “What makes you cum?” Determined to see the other in pleasure before claiming the other for himself- though the visual of the man filled with his own cum… It made it hard for him to swallow.

Fuck.

[achti-ia]

He let out a soft moan against the other's lips as his member was teased with what he'd call skill, lifting his head to press his nose against the man's cheek and nudging him there in an oddly intimate action, selfishly letting himself get a little lost in the moment even when he had a lover waiting for him. Zitao was hot, awfully gentle and love drunk, and he had to enjoy this in order to get off. Though usually he tried to do it faster than this, hence the selfish part.

In the beginning, these moments had been hard for him. He used to be scared of what kind of people he would be sleeping with, what they were capable of doing to him if they ever found out the reason why he was doing this. But, so far there hadn't been many instances of anyone being rough. Achti usually got away unscathed and his confidence grew along with desperation to find answers. He'd learned to pretend to enjoy it, and sometimes he did enjoy this. It left him feeling guilty afterwards but it was what it was.

Zitao wasn't the first man to offer him riches and he figured it wasn't completely uncommon for men to practically bribe people to love them and show love in return that way when they had no other way of showing it. Achti didn't care for money much, he'd never needed it in their siren city. They lived by trade. He had always owned beautiful things, something money couldn't buy. But they were gone now and he had come to the realisation that yes, his taste was expensive. But he wouldn't be sold just because someone offered him riches.

"You tempt me," he replied anyway to the other's promise of money. He had to seem like he desperately wanted Zitao right now. And, perhaps he didn't need to fake all that want. The sudden absence on his cock had his hips chasing friction until he was touched again and his eyes fluttered shut, his cock twitching from the heat pooling in his lower stomach. Fuck. Why didn't his lover touch him like this anymore? Uncoordinated, he blindly reached his hand towards the nightstand's drawer but couldn't reach all the way inside in his position. "Oil," he replied breathlessly, a small vial laying there.

His body shivered as it lost the heat of the other's when Zitao sat up, his leg hooking behind the man again, like a feline not letting their prey escape too far. His hands had moved lower now that their chests had space between each other, one hand trailing down to his own stomach, fingertips brushing just below his belly button, his gaze flickering there for a moment before he looked up at the other, biting his lower lip before he spoke. "I want to feel you all the way here," came his silky response, "think you can do that? Fill me up all nice?"

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

A slight tremble in the other was to be expected- he knew what he looked like after all. The alien wheezed slightly as he let the other move his hand- or claw; making sure to be soft with his touches and nodding a little. “I’m sorry,” he repeated again. Unaware of the suspicion that his terror shift had brought up in the other. He just thought the other was scared, maybe intrigued? Some had been in his past. No matter now, he needed to focus on the God. His shirt was taken off and his scarred and tattooed torso came into view- with some metal dermals around his cum gutters.

A small moan escaped him as the other pushed them together and he felt the other against him and oh how good it was. The alien made sure to press a deep kiss against the man’s lips before tugging him further up on the bed so they were entirely on the soft mattress and growled lightly as he tugged on the other’s pants and finally pulled them down enough to free the man from his pants.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” the lovesick man prayed at the other before moving down and taking the man’s member between his metal fingers and then immediately placed his lips around the man, sucking in all earnest as he moaned at the taste. Enamoured and completely done for with lust as he let his pierced tongue swivel around the tip and made sure to let the metal tease the slit before pulling away with a pop and looking up at the God.

“Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” He asked in a whisper as he studied the other and bit his bottomlip.

“I think not, I think you’re perfect in every single way,” the alien concluded as he shrugged off his own pants down to his knees and then moved closer to the other again and slowly rubbed their dicks together, spitting on his clawed hand and now with the claws slowly rubbing their members together. His dick was larger than usual- due to the partial terror shift and slightly darker, like his hand. The way it felt as their members touched made him shiver as he watched his hand rub them together like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen (it was). He needed to swallow extra as his mouth watered at the thought of everything he could do with the other.

“You must get marriage proposals with everyone who sees you like this,” he said, but his voice was distracted as his eyes remained on their dicks and then flickered up to the other’s face. Even all black, the shifts made it obvious where he was looking. “Should marry you after this night huh, but that would be a bit expensive,” he chuckled before leaning forward and catching the other man in another kiss.

[achti-ia]

The apology felt like a zap through his system- he wondered if the other would apologise after slaying someone, if he had any madness in him. He hated that it intrigued him but he shouldn't be surprised, he'd hardly encountered any darkness in his life. There had been so many firsts after he'd left his city behind. Like the scars on the other's body; his own was smooth and flawless, compelling him to trace the scars and tattoos on the other's torso. "Handsome," he pulled his facade back on along with the compliment, his lips curving upwards slightly as he appeared to appreciate the other's form.

It all happened fast; them shifting on the bed, his lower half stripped bare, and then the other's cool hand was on him, then his lips, his mouth. Achti was used to being the one in control of the encounters, he'd never faced such a lovesick puppy before who was more eager to please than Achti could've imagined and could barely keep up with. His fingers curled around strands on the other's head to ground himself from the overwhelming sensation of being swallowed whole so quickly, a breathy moan escaping his throat.

Words of adoration fell so easily past the other's lips now, and while he knew those were a part of the real Zitao, the flattery felt shallow when the feelings Achti woke in the other were fake and would fade when he left the room. He never let them affect him much, for his own sanity. But, the siren had that feline look in his eyes and a corner of his lips curved upwards, like he was saying good boy to the other without actual words, for worshipping him so well. Perhaps he'd lulled the possibly murderous alien to docility for now.

The lean muscles on his stomach tensed when Zitao took them both in hand, the friction causing him to move his hips slightly, chasing for more of it as his head tilted back and lips parted, but no noise came out. His eyes trailed down along the other's body until it reached their lower halves and he wondered if he should be afraid of taking that thing; Achti was not small himself and Zitao was bigger like this. Fuck. He was going to be more sore than he'd ever been in his life- if his body was even going to yield.

Their eyes made contact at the same time when the alien spoke up again and all Achti could think of was that the other was quite odd. It almost sounded like possessiveness, and that was not something the siren ever tried to bring out in people. It could get him hurt unexpectedly in this kind of company. Did he mean a dowry? Or did he actually think the siren was a hooker? He couldn't quite quell the uneasiness in his stomach but he'd do anything to catch the right person. "My taste might be a little expensive," he said the only thing that made sense in this situation, "not sure if you could afford it."

His tongue licked the seam of the other's lips when Zitao leaned down, seeking for entrance so he could deepen the kiss, his hands moving to the alien's sides to press his digits in when the next stroke felt particularly good, his hands moving further down to the man's hips, pulling him closer to himself as he ground up into his hand, sighing into the other's mouth. "Look at you, being so good at worshipping like this."

[baekhyunx-ia]

Baekhyun perked up, if that was even possible, and seemed to beam at Achti. It certainly has been a long time; Baekhyun hasn’t changed much, but Achti has. That being said, how can a Sunsprite turn down an offer to follow an old friend? Baekhyun turned around to grab the other sun catcher he put down on the ground and followed Achti.

“I love when the sun is so bright. It almost feels like home! Something that hasn’t changed since I’ve seen you last is my love for Mother Sun.” Baekhyun chuckled as he followed closely, still keeping a little space between his friend.

“Something that has changed is I met a human friend that makes these things-” Baekhyun held up the sun catcher in the shape of a sun with a smiley face on it. The other one he’s holding looks like a snail, also with a smiley face.

“These are really fun! They capture sunlight and make rainbows on the ground. It’s really cool technology.” Baekhyun pulled the two sun catchers together, showing Achti the rainbows on the ground. The human technology of the Sun catcher probably isn’t interesting to Achti, which is totally fine.

“Have you been on any fun adventures since the last time I saw you?” Baekhyun asked.

Honestly, the Sunsprite isn’t expecting an answer. Despite not knowing exactly what Achti has been through, it would be ridiculous for Baekhyun to think nothing has happened throughout the years. Had Baekhyun known he was going to run into Achti today, he would have made him a gift. He’s getting quite good at making art with glass. He’s found that he’s naturally good at it. Even now Baekhyun is thinking about things he could make as a gift for Achti in the future.

[achti-ia]

Achti would not state the obvious: he preferred Mother Moon. He might not be a gentle creature anymore but he did have elegance and manners etched into every part of him, so deeply that even in his worst moments he still had tact. So, although he did not prefer Mother Sun, he let himself hum in acknowledgement of the other's words. That was alright, it meant.

Pale eyes scanned the sun catchers, or even more so, the rainbows on the ground that they created. His mind floated somewhere far away, to a distant time. His gaze becoming glassy, nostalgia gripped his bones as he thought of home. The clear water, the marble, the clouds, the sun.. something about the sun catchers brought all those memories of comfort back but instead of wrapping him in a soft blanket, it felt like he was being dunked in cold water. "Beautiful work," he complimented eventually, his tone even and giving away none of his internal struggle. He looked composed, like nothing at all affected him. Not even the other's joy, unfortunately.

Perhaps he would have wanted one for himself. But no, he shouldn't have anything that reminded him of a time when he was different. When things were different. "I have had many adventures indeed," he would have elaborated if he had anything to tell- most of it was driven by revenge, a ball of negativity growing within him year after year even when others said time healed wounds. Instead, time had made him more wicked.

Fun. Did he remember how to have fun? He dug around in his brain but the word felt unfamiliar, forgotten. He adjusted the thin fabric of his makeshift hood again, like he was hiding away from such intrusive questions- questions that normally did not matter but felt like an attempt to be read at full to him. "Ah, remind me dear Sunsprite, do you like to swim?" he abruptly changed the subject, seeing water on the horizon.

[baekhyunx-ia]

“Sometimes, only with friends though, I don’t think I would ever go in by myself. Funny enough, you actually taught me how to swim!” Baekhyun proclaimed. He played with his sun catcher, catching all the rays he could.

“Well…”  Baekhyun said after thinking about it for a moment, “You taught me how to keep my head up. You used to laugh at my unconventional form. I’m not very good at it, but I was always safe swimming with you.” Baekhyun shrugged.

The only time the sunsprite was interested in swimming was with Achti. He never really had a reason to care about swimming before meeting his friend. When he lost contact with Achti, he never really thought about swimming again. Baekhyun can’t recall the last time he actually went swimming without Achti, if there ever was such a time. Even when he lived with his human friend for a while and took care of their greenhouse, Baekhyun never really hung out around the pool.

“I do have a new hobby though! My favorite hobby of bother- I mean meeting other people has become my second favorite hobby. I have learned that I’m quite good at making glass things. I am naturally gifted at it! Or at least that’s what Mother Sun says. I’m not sure if she’s bluffing or if I’m actually good at it, but it’s very fun!” Baekhyun exclaimed. During his time on Earth, Baekhyun has found that there are so many things to do and so many things to learn, he’s not sure he’ll have enough time to see it all. That’s not something he likes thinking about; after all, he’s still quite young.

Unfortunately, Baekhyun has noticed that something is different with his friend. That’s to be expected; they haven’t seen each other in so long. That’s normal, to progress through life and evolve. Can they still be friends? Baekhyun is really hopeful. The Sunsprite has also changed, throughout the years, so maybe it isn’t as different as he thinks it is.

[achti-ia]

Baekhyun's story about their past activities sounded so comforting, and comfort was something he hadn't felt in a while. It came close to making him smile, but it felt like the muscles on his face had forgotten how, for the time being. Why had he forgotten so many things about the past?

He found the other's new hobby fitting for him, somehow. "Come," he said as he began to walk towards the horizon where water called out to him; their pull was mutual. The waters felt his emotions and he was always compelled to go to them. "Tell me more of this hobby of yours. Perhaps it could one day be a business," he wondered if Mother Sun's creation needed such things as money of if he was provided for. Mother Moon provided for him in some ways, having given him the ability to create silver, though it no longer was as sought after as it used to be.

When they eventually reached the water, Achti paused, gaze wandering somewhere nearby Baekhyun but not quite reaching his face. "Care to join me for a swim?" he asked, fully aware they had no such things like the right equipment with them. But, Achti was from a water city, there hardly were such things as swimming trunks or a need for a towel. They would let themselves airdry, it was warm enough for something like that. "Perhaps you'll still know how to keep your head up."

[heartclef]

SEONGHWA for Esquire Korea (January 2025)

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

Undress the God? He would and take his time as he touched the other’s shirt- silks but whatever was underneath was softer and smoother than the expensive fabrics. “I already worship you- from the moment I saw you.” Zi admitted to the other as he felt his breathing skip beats as his heart did. There was so much love and adoration in his eyes as he looked at the other and smiled at him lovingly. “How could anyone not worship you?” he asked as he touched the other’s shoulder and tugged on the fabrics.

Slowly he kissed the man’s neck and his strong around pulled on the fabrics, untying and unbuttoning as he revealed the other’s flawless skin, every line was a stroke of perfection. It was like reading a holy text, and he would sing the hymns that would sing of the God’s perfection. Slow kisses made it’s way up the other’s neck as he got off his knees and slowly pushed the other against the mattress and hovered above the man.

“Priceless.” he admired out loud before capturing the other’s lips and his hunger came through as a moan escaped and he pressed their clothed lower halves together as he could barely keep himself together. His body reacting to the other as his hands became slightly longer and his nails pointier. “Sorry,” he hummed against the other’s lips. With darkened fingers touching the other’s bare chest. “I won’t hurt you, I promise, you just wake something up in me…” he whispered and stopped- not wanting to scare the other as his terrorform shone through. Eyes completely black as he looked at the other. Pausing and waiting for consent- he had paid good money for this but he had not expected his whole being to be taken by the wanting he felt.

How would a God let a monster like him love him- even for a night? It was hard to control himself as he hovered over the other and waited- breathing heavily as he tried to calm down and his hands became a slightly lighter gray than before.

Calm the fuck down, Zi. He told himself as he held onto the bed and begged the man with his eyes to not say no.

[achti-ia]

So in love, a little voice in the back of his mind echoed as his eyes scanned the other's face like he was a black widow and Zitao was caught in his web. He let himself settle deeper into his role like he had been taught, each time getting a little easier to leave his morals behind when he was convinced what this was for. It was worth everything, even his own purity, if he could find out what had happened to his home.

He looked pleased at the other's confession of worship, eyes then fluttering shut as the other closed the distance between them, head tilting to give the man more space on his sensitive neck. Goosebumps rose on his skin as fabric was pulled off and he leaned closer to the other, hands trailing up his shoulders, to the back of his neck where fingers curled around hair as the brush of lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine and heat in the pit of his stomach.

He let himself be pushed, resting on his back on the bed, his silvery white hair like a halo around his head. He didn't think much of the odd slip of a compliment as it was wiped away by the clash of their lips which he only broke once the alien brushed against him, his gaze momentarily lowering between their bodies, a breathy noise escaping past his lips as the pressure against him relieved some of the intense need between his legs. Sometimes it was harder to be into this than other times, and somehow with Zitao, it was easy to let himself feel lust.

Perhaps there was something twisted about him after all. His heart raced as adrenaline coursed through his veins from the sight of the other's morphed hand pressed against his chest. Time stood still for him for a moment as he looked at the other's black eyes, seeing his own reflection in them as it dawned on him; Zitao could very well be the monster who had burned his city and killed his people, could be at least one of them, if he nearly lost control simply by being with the siren. His stomach twisted at the thought and he had to push through the thought that Zitao could do the same to him, if he knew Achti was the only one left. Had Achti found him or was it the other way around?

He had to distract Zitao from thinking too much. He needed to go through with this so the other could be questioned afterwards. Willing his hand not to tremble, he took the other's from his chest and moved it to rest on his cheek as a sign of trust even if in truth there was none. It was all an act. His leg moved to hook behind the alien's thigh, pressing him closer to himself. "You're okay," he breathed as a way to calm the other, as well as himself, down. He gently guided the other's lips back on his own by catching his chin between his thumb and index finger, releasing as soon as he could press their lips together as his fingers moved to do Zitao the favour of undressing his upper half.

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

“Especially to the faraway universes as it would mean I could have you all to myself,” he whispered and meant it- but what was another galaxy to a God? He did not know, what could he possibly have to offer a literal God? He was nothing in comparison and he felt himself feel smaller and smaller in the company of the other. Intoxicated by the other he continued and whispered to himself to keep it together and be good. He needed to calm down- or the other wouldn’t lay with him. Or would but it would not be as he wanted it to be.

Zi tucked the flower behind Achti’s ear as he watched how his present was accepted and he felt delighted by it. The other accepted his gift! Oh, what a pleasure and honour for the alien. He wanted nothing more than to hold the other and be loved- and so the offer of going to the other’s room was accepted without a single hesitation as he nodded.

“Nothing I would desire more,”

In that moment it was true and as they went he picked up the God in his strong arms and carried him bridal style up the stairs. For the built and strong Zitao it was nothing- nothing at all! To carry a God! The man could be made of sunbeams and stardust and Zitao would believe it since he carried Achti so easily upstairs. Then into the room where he put the man ever so gently on the bd and admired him as he suddenly felt nervous. he had never felt nervous before- or well he had but it was eons ago.

“You’re stunning, tell me what you like.“ he asked in a breathy voice as Zi kneeled down in front of the other and looked up at his -current- love of his life. How captivating it was that the other could make all his heartbreak and previous desires were forgotten in this moment. All he could see and think of was Achti and to please the man. All he wanted was to please and pleasure the other man. All he wanted. All he wanted. All he wanted. All he wanted.

[achti-ia]

He touched his lower lip with the side of his index finger as the flower was put in place, watching Zitao like he was truly flattered by the other's actions. As he was unexpectantly literally swept off his feet, he let out a sound of surprise but chuckled right after at the other's uncontainable excitement, having never really seen anyone go this far before. He hardly cared about the multiple eyes on them as he was carried up the stairs, rather keeping his eyes on the man carrying him, letting himself fall into the role of a damsel for the time being.

That was, until he pointed out his room, they entered, and he was in his own domain, set onto the bed he hadn't even spent a night on but now pretended was his momentary living space. His palms smoothed the covers of the bed as keen eyes watched Zitao kneel before him, the air shifting from joyous to something sultry, hungry even. Bringing his hand up, he let his knuckles brush against the other's sharp jawline, taking in every beautiful feature. "You may undress me," he replied with an impossibly soft voice, like it was a whisper that was supposed to penetrate every thought and echo in one's head.

"Worship me," he added, locking eyes with the other man as his hand tightened on the other's jaw, drawing him in, making sure to hold that eye contact as his legs parted to invite the other that much closer. While he did not know he was the son of a Goddess, he did revel in the power of making someone kneel before him, even when he was orchestrated to do so by his lover. In these very moments, the line between who he truly was and the facade blurred so much one could hardly tell which was his true form.

[zitao-ia]

𝕬𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 | Zitti

[zitao-ia]

His heart made a summersault in his chest as the other complimented him back- he was thrilled. A God thought he was handsome, that was everything he wanted; to be liked as well. He did not want this, he needed this- the alien would later realise as he moved even closer but staying respectful as he looked at the other and let the feeling of awe take him over.

He glared at the waiter for disturbing them but quickly found his smile again as he took the glass and took a sip- making a small sound at how strong it was and drawing little circles on the other’s waist. “Stars?” he whispered as he took another sip and then offered his glass to the other. “I would bring you anywhere,” he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss against the other’s cheek and nuzzled against the smooth and warm skin. “You smell good,” was the almost delirious comment from the alien as he took the other in. So addictive- he never felt this way before.

Later, he would recognise this had to be a trick- something made him act like this. Ridiculous and completely forgetting all his reservations.

For now, he put his hand on the one on his though and squeezed it. “Usually I would ask you out first, but I don’t think we have the time for that,” he purred at the other as he already felt himself getting hot and a bit bothered. Looking around he got up- leaving Achti for a second and then returning with a single flower he had stolen from another table and offered it to the God. “This is the best I can do on short notice,” he said, laughing a bit as he looked at the other like bit of a doofus. The dark and mysterious vibe had fallen away as he looked at the God, holding out the flower with a silly grin.

How long did it take for someone to fall in love?

[achti-ia]

A soft chuckle left the demigod-siren's throat at the affectionate way the other behaved, nothing he wasn't used to with the people he laid with but amusing nonetheless whenever they seemed to tumble before him. As if the alcohol could make a person feel as drunk as Achi himself did with his mere presence. "Even to the faraway universes?" he replied softly, like he was a dreamer with his head in the clouds, adding to the picture the other seemed to have of him. Truthfully, he had never travelled until now that his city was in ruins, he'd never had to leave home. If his lover hadn't promised to show him all that was out there, Zitao would be a fine specimen to do just that.

He gulped down the last of the drink that was offered to him, elegant as ever, licking the corner of his lip though hardly necessary, simply to tease his willing victim. He watched the man get up, eyeing him with some curiosity, taking in his full figure as the other seemed lost in whatever he was trying to find. For a moment, he had his doubts that the man could in any way be connected to or know what happened to his city that fateful night, but his lover had told him not to think that way. Sometimes the biggest liars were the best pretenders.

With that thought, he set the glass down and got to his feet, seeming truly flattered by the flower that was presented to him. "It's beautiful," he hummed, his gaze impossibly gentle yet full of smouldering fire crafted just for Zitao as he reached out to collect the gift, intentionally letting his gentle hand brush against the other's as he did. He brought the flower closer for inspection, taking in the scent of it. He filled his lungs with an inhale through his nose, momentarily closing his eyes to truly appreciate it, a smile forming on his lips as he looked at the man again.

"Would you entertain me in my room?" he asked then, letting the petals touch his cheek in an alluring way as he tilted his head, his gaze locked with the other's until it travelled lower, leaving nothing up for interpretation. "It's just upstairs. I'm staying here for a few nights, you see.."

[starcatching]

SEONGHWA in ISABEL MARANT Spring-Summer 2025

[thehautecouturelover]

Elie Saab FW 2016 Couture