@sugaredz sent in [ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.
for dabin & north
dabin and north are kind of chickens. well — maybe big chickens, if how they’ve danced around each other since even before their mutual feelings were made known is anything to go by. in a way it’s nice, makes dabin feel a little less childish, a little less immature with how overwhelmed he is by the older man. because if north is just as shy, just as nervous around him, then he’s not being silly, right?
except apparently north has decided he is not nervous anymore. or, at least, not right now.
dabin’s face is so hot it feels like it’s going to melt right off, cheeks burning a vibrant red as north’s lips make their way over his neck. they had decided to watch a movie together and, as the nights were getting cold, dabin was allowed to curl right up in north’s lap and against his chest, leeching his body heat as the movie played across the elder’s television.
and then north’s hands were massaging his hips, which in itself isn’t super odd since, you know, north is a professional masseur and has magic hands. but then lips were pressing into his neck and then there were teeth.
hickies are starting to bloom over his skin, each one making the boy die a little more. his breathing is unsteady, a mixture of nerves and the sheer sensations of it all. he doesn’t dare utter a word, afraid any sort of sound might break whatever’s settled over them and north will stop.
