(/Her eyes inevitably fell shut. It was easier to focus on the sensations when one wasn’t looking. Hearing was enhanced, touch could disarm her. And he certainly could disarm her. It was the nature of how they existed, have been brought to this world as antidote for each other. Very much needed but dangerous if overdosed. Though she hardly thought herself a calm bringer for him; she was always getting into trouble. Her stories were always about this or that mission, about the creatures she slayed, the times she avoided death by a few inches. She would tell him about her friends, about her late family but never about her regal origins. All she had told him was about the hardships of being poor in Moscow and how many things she had learnt alone. He had worried, then, because it was an honest reaction of his. It filled her with warmth, that he was so sincere. The tickle of his fingers make he squirm slightly, though she’s trapped against the cage that is his body. She’d never really admit if asked but the only moment someone can control her, is this. When her mind is rushing with desire, her skin tingling with that known warmth. Because it’s too easy for her to get lost in the overwhelming cocktail of sounds, flavors, touches. If she didn’t dip right in, she’d miss too much. A soft moan escaped her before she bit down on her lip, his skin pressing against her own. Her patience is running out but she holds back to let him work in his own time and way. Soon after, her dress is off and all that remains is her sky blue lace underwear which adorns the milky skin. Her head tilts for him, to give him more room, her hips subtly pushing back against his own as she whines quietly at the back of her throat.)
[ : it is an affectionate display of care, though not in the manner one would expect. or so Jihoon assumes at least. as taboo as their actions actually are, it is something that remains unspoken but he’s quite sure their makes already knows of their forbidden indigences and it makes his skin tingle even further. because there is no greater joy in his life, than causing the one who created him trouble. just as he has caused Jihoon so many problems that counting would be futile. it makes their game more dangerous, more thrilling in a manner hard to explain without fancy words and profanities — things he’d rather keep away form. but even if he’d want to, separating himself from his sister would never be possible. even if it means he’ll one day have to fave the man, no, monster, he hates more than anything there is he’d do so unhesitatingly for her sake. because what kind of brother would he be otherwise? those thoughts remain to be unpresented to him at that very moment, when his fingertips wander so gently over her milky skin, when lilac hues roam over curves and lines, when lingering by the contrast of sky blue lace. he appreciates it, appreciates everything he can see and he smirks at the way she whines at his kisses, at the way she presses her hips against his own, earning herself an impatient groan from his lips. because he wants this, craves more than what he’s letting himself have. a fingertip sneaks in beneath the hem of her lingerie, caressing teasingly over her pelvis, slowly dipping lower. ]