Blood is thicker

@taewon-kw

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"Maybe I will," Leif said, finding that he had to force himself to remain still as Mr. Rose leaned in even closer than he already was. Leif wondered if the dominant could smell the hints of rose and patchouli in the scent he was wearing. The irony of his favorite scent was not lost on him as he looked up at Mr. Rose. "If I think it'll be of interest to him, I'll tell him."

Leif's brows rose in surprise when Mr. Rose asked to borrow his book. "You...want to read it? Sure, I can lend it to you. I hope you don't mind my notes in the margins. I have a bad habit of dog-earing the corners too. I know that bothers some people." He couldn't remember the last time he lent a book to someone, the last time someone wanted to share a book with him.

"I did promise to let you treat me," Leif said with a nod. "Please feel free to order as you please. I'll try anything you like."

Tae was rewarded for his efforts it seemed, picking on the sub's scent like a hound seeking blood. Something he wanted to remember - floral - delicate rose and earthy all at the same time. He wanted to take it right from the source. The little flutter of heartbeat on the kid's neck where it was first sprayed. "I think it will be." Tae thought he might've made an effort to intimidate Leif's paramour if it wasn't so much fun trying to tempt the kid into something inappropriate.

"Yeah." He lied, effortlessly, practiced. "Are all of your bad habits things you can hide away? What other dirty secrets are you hiding away?" Tae didn't give Leif a moment to mull over, standing over to go to the display he took his sweet time picking out from everything they offered. Settling on oolong tea - milky perfect scent, and a simple honey cake with a scoop of melty vanilla ice-cream on top.

"All done." Tae declared once their table was set, "But you have to share your desert with me."

Leif shook his head. "No, I didn't think to bring it up with him. I don't like to bother him needlessly. Now that I think about it, though, I suppose he'd be curious to know I was meeting with someone whose name I don't know, Mr. Rose." He had to admit to himself that it was odd of him to do this, but there was something about their last encounter that he found fascinating, something that broke the pattern of normalcy that evening.

"I'm so glad to hear you're well." Leif watched as the dominant looked at his book, slipping his fingers between the pages. "I like to carry a book with me just in case I have some spare time. So, thank you for being a little late."

He considered the book on the table. "I don't know if it's one of my favorites. I feel drawn to it often, though I'm not entirely sure why. I should like to read something with a happier tone." He chuckled at himself. He supposed he felt the same about Wuthering Heights as he did towards Mr. Rose. They were both fascinating, a break from the pattern of supposed normalcy.

"Should we order some tea? There are some pastries as well. I didn't know what you liked, so I wasn't sure if I could order for you. I apologize."

There's softness even as the kid tries to weave his way through a bribe. That's what this is, really - except Leif doesn't really know his own bargaining chips. "Bet he'd love to hear it." He arches a brow, predatory and hungry as he leaned a little closer, hoping to get the scent of perfume or shampoo - anything to make him remember how Leif smelled later. "Will you tell him?"

Tae listens with only half attention, more interested in watching the pink pout on Leif's mouth as he spoke. He'd really, really like to fuck it. Hell, he can even read the books he likes so much. "My pleasure, darling." The dominant rumbles.

"Will you lend it to me?" Tae asked, head tilted, eager to have something to possess that was the pretty boy that made him live with hunger. He wanted to take. For now a book will do.

"How about I order for you, instead?" Tae offered. "Wouldn't you like to try something new?"

Leif never minded when someone was late while meeting him. It gave him time and space in whatever place he found himself. The tea shop was pretty, aesthetic in a way that made him glad he brought a book with him. It was the kind of place for literature. He'd brought an old copy of Wuthering Heights with him.

Mr. Rose's presence became known when suddenly the man was far too close for comfort. Leif looked up from his book, across to the empty chair across from him, and then up at Mr. Rose. "Really, Mr. Rose?" he asked. "I'd think tea is quite innocent." But then, why would Mr. Rose ask him to come out if he thought it might not look good to Mr. Rutherford? Leif doubted Mr. Rose had ill intentions.

"Are you well, Mr. Rose?" Leif smiled politely, prettily.

There was a book on the table, Tae spared it a cursory glance. He was never one for books, reading took too long and he was an easily bored person, always in need of physical stimulation. Wuthering heights. He’d have to google that one later.

Leif turned his pretty eyes to him and Tae’s lip curled in an answering smirk, holding his attention. “So you’re saying he knows you’re here with me?” Tae asked, tongue poking playful at his lower lip as he smiled.

There it is again, that soft, sweet smile that made Tae unsure of his desires - caught somewhere between lust and violence. A dangerous precipice to be on. “I am very well,” His voice rumbled in answer, fingers dipping towards the discarded book to slip between the pages. “Have you been entertaining yourself without me?” He tsked. “Is it one of your favorites?”

It’s noon and Tae is in a run down, abandoned warehouse in Leroy Bay spattered in blood from chin to belt buckle. Blood all over his new shirt and he’s majorly pissed about it. That’s not how he saw his day going.

“Damn,” He murmured, watching the white fabric soak the blood as he walked outside, a smoke caught between his lips. “It was Dior too.”

“Hey, give me your shirt.” He barked after one of the guys, earning himself a confused look. “I’m late for tea.” Tae smiled at that, entertained.

***

Leif was already there when Tae arrived. The Dominant sat in the entrance for a moment, taking him. Pretty. Porcelain doll kind of pretty.

“If I were Mr. Rutherford, I wouldn’t be too happy you’re meeting other men for tea.” Tae said as he sat on the table, picking a spot next to Leif, slotting himself too close for anyone’s comfort, save his own.

@leif-seong

#but daddy i love him

Leif: Naughty?? Ah, please don't ask him that. Leif: Well, I'd say you're sweet for offering to treat me. 😊

Tae: No? But I think I should. How else will I get my answer?

Tae: My pleasure, darling.

Tae: And are you?

Tae: But I really want to. Will you let me?

Leif: I think I am. You'll have to ask Mr. Rutherford. Leif: Okay, Mr. Rose. I'll let you. Thank you 💖

Tae: You're saying I should ask Mr. Rutherford if you've been naughty with him. He'll be too shocked.

Tae: Aren't you just the sweetest thing.

Tae: I'm definitely big enough. :)

Tae: Didn't even kiss you?

Tae: Tea?

Tae: Alright, darling. Let's meet for tea. Will you let me treat you to something sweet, then?

Leif: I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I told you he did. 🤭 Leif: Oh, you don't have to treat me, Mr. Rose. Please don't feel obligated. It's very kind of you to offer though!

Tae: And are you?

Tae: But I really want to. Will you let me?

Tae: I think he's very little.

Tae: Yeah, was he a gentleman, darling?

Tae: I'll tell it to you when we see each other again. For now, I like you calling me Rose.

Leif: Really? You're quite tall too though, aren't you? Leif: He was. Very much so! Leif: Okay, Mr. Rose. I'll look forward to that then. Should we meet for tea? There's a pretty little tea shop that serves rose tea. It's meant to be very good for you.

Tae: I'm definitely big enough. :)

Tae: Didn't even kiss you?

Tae: Tea?

Tae: Alright, darling. Let's meet for tea. Will you let me treat you to something sweet, then?

#Tae at a tea house is a hilarious idea pls

Tae: Cute. Tae: Did your little boyfriend send you home? Tae: Isn't that just a shame. I think we should meet again.

Leif: Do you think Mr. Rutherford is little? He's considered tall, I think. Leif: He brought me home though, yes. Leif: You do? We could meet again, Mr. Rose, though I might want to know your given name first. 🤭

Tae: I think he's very little.

Tae: Yeah, was he a gentleman, darling?

Tae: I'll tell it to you when we see each other again. For now, I like you calling me Rose.

Its him

#the devil said #portcadonsfw

Leif: I had a drink and danced a little bit, which was fun. I met lots of people. I like events like that. Leif: Not many like you, Mr. Rose. Maybe that's why it's exciting.

Tae: Cute. Tae: Did your little boyfriend send you home? Tae: Isn't that just a shame. I think we should meet again.

Leif: I'm glad. Leif: I did too. Leif: About what excites me? Hmm... Leif: I like meeting people like Mr. Rose. That excites me. 🤗

Tae: Yeah? Do tell. What did you do? Tae: Reall, you've met lots of people like me, have you?

Leif 📧 Mr. Rose

Leif: Mr. 🌹~ Leif: Did you enjoy the rest of your evening?

@taewon-kw

Tae: It was exciting. Tae: Did you? Tae: Given my question any thought yet?

#Mr. Rose #CUUUTE

"Excited...?" Leif wasn't sure if that was the feeling he really had when he was around Warren. Was that supposed to be how he felt? "Do you not like smart people, Mr. Rose?" he asked with a chuckle. "It's early for me and Mr. Rutherford. There's plenty of time for excitement, isn't there?"

When the man leaned in, Leif felt slightly like a cornered animal, like prey being caught by a predator. He wanted to laugh at himself for such a silly feeling. Still, something about the way Mr. Rose spoke made Leif think he might actually come looking if he didn't do as promised.

"No, Sir. You won't have to," Leif assured him, not breaking eye contact.

"Yes," Tae insisted, catching the word between his teeth as smirked at the kid. "Excited, you know - get tingly, thrilled, aroused." The dominant sneered: "Everyone thinks they have time until they don't."

Something traveled to the other's eyes as Tae leaned nearer some unnamed emotion that Tae couldn't pin down but knew that it excited him down to the molten core of himself, feeling like he might reach over the table that separated them any second now if Leif twitched a finger.

“Good boy.” He stood up, ready to head to his men before pausing. “Text me and tell me what gets you excited, yeah?” He shot one last lingering look, eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of charm and threat.

#but daddy i love him

The conversation was flipped on its head again, or at least it was in Leif's point of view. All this time he was speaking of being looked at inappropriately as a bad thing. But Mr. Rose seemed to think it was a good thing. Warranted even. "I've learned that he's very kind and smart. He's well-liked."

Leif smiled at the sound of Mr. Rose's chuckles. It didn't feel like he was being laughed at. More like this person was actually enjoying their interaction as much as he was. "Okay, Mr. Rose. I'll call you that from now on."

Because you want to. Because you're curious. Was Leif curious? Yes, he supposed he was. After all, it wasn't every day that a stranger came up to him and engaged him in such an odd and interesting conversation.

"Sure, Mr. Rose. I'll text you tonight." And he would. Because at the back of his mind, something was itching, something that had hidden there for a long, long time.

Choice. A decision he could make on his own. To text or not to text.

“Well-liked,” Tae-won almost purred, his grin as sharp as a razor’s edge. “Do you really get off on kind and smart and well-liked? Does he make you all excited?” He tilted his head, giving Leif a scrutinizing look, trying to figure out if this kid had ever really felt excitement.

“Good. I hold people to their promises.” His voice dripped with dark amusement, a poisonous edge that entertained only him. “Because if you don’t, I’ll have to come looking.”

“But something tells me I won’t have to do that with you, right?” He leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of charm and threat, every word wrapped in a velvet menace.

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