The truth is, Su-jin knows this — sleeping with Vena, giving his virginity (as if it's some treasure he covets) to Vena — is inevitable. The Council's whole plan hinges on them becoming sexually intimate. Su-jin will owe that much to Vena once he tears him apart to feast on his flesh and viscera. Watching over the incubus, looking after him while he convalesces will be Su-jin's duty since Su-jin's the one who will be responsible for putting him in that state.
Another truth? Su-jin's always been something of a romantic. He always daydreamed that sex would be something special, far less transactional. Well, daydreams always romanticize reality, don't they? Soften the hard edges and cast it in a warm light. If anything, the last few decades have revealed to Su-jin that there's little hope of a soft reality for him. How can there be softness for something sharp and destructive?
Yet here stands his new reality. Standing there, staring up at him as if expecting an answer (Vena probably does expect a response to his suggestion. That's what it was, not a question). No doubt an incubus of indeterminable age is incredibly well-versed in sex. No doubt, if Su-jin can manage to focus, he could learn a great deal for any potential future partners (can he even imagine having a relationship at this point? No, but at least he can ease into the thought giving himself to this demon). And, no doubt, Vena's had terrible sexual partners before. Surely someone without any experience can't possibly be the very worst of them.
Finally, Su-jin turns his gaze back to Vena. Not looking at him for a matter of minutes threw into sharp relief how painfully beautiful he is. It took Su-jin's breath away. But then he remembers himself and something close to indignity creeps into his face and his voice. "... Now?"
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Another truth? Su-jin's always been something of a romantic. He always daydreamed that sex would be something special, far less transactional. Well, daydreams always romanticize reality, don't they? Soften the hard edges and cast it in a warm light. If anything, the last few decades have revealed to Su-jin that there's little hope of a soft reality for him. How can there be softness for something sharp and destructive?
Yet here stands his new reality. Standing there, staring up at him as if expecting an answer (Vena probably does expect a response to his suggestion. That's what it was, not a question). No doubt an incubus of indeterminable age is incredibly well-versed in sex. No doubt, if Su-jin can manage to focus, he could learn a great deal for any potential future partners (can he even imagine having a relationship at this point? No, but at least he can ease into the thought giving himself to this demon). And, no doubt, Vena's had terrible sexual partners before. Surely someone without any experience can't possibly be the very worst of them.
Finally, Su-jin turns his gaze back to Vena. Not looking at him for a matter of minutes threw into sharp relief how painfully beautiful he is. It took Su-jin's breath away. But then he remembers himself and something close to indignity creeps into his face and his voice. "... Now?"