❝ I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs ❞

[lamia]

{ old things have strange hungers }
🌸 su-jin 🌸 vena 🌸 aqua 🌸

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[erotism]

Who ever said that old dogs can't learn new tricks? Especially when those tricks seem to be standing in the way of the dog and what he wants. Getting it to actually stick may prove to be a bit of a challenge, but he's at least somewhat receptive to the change. That's not to say that he won't push back or test his limits, but he's receptive to the idea of maybe being polite once in a while.

Vena slides himself further up Su-jin's legs, not yet pressing his body against that of the other monster, but not far from it either. It's almost funny how different their ideas of what will come of spending more time with Vena are. Su-jin and his surety (hope) that he will grow accustomed enough to Vena's assault on his senses to keep it from overtaking him. Vena and his belief (hope) that overtaking him is exactly how it will end. He wants Su-jin to be all his, body and soul.

Breathing in deeply, Vena's eyes flutter and briefly close. Though Su-jin is hardly being bold with where he puts his hands and how he moves them, it's a good start and once that Vena is enjoying. Maybe a slower build up with the virgin monster won't be so bad.

"You can put your hands under my clothes. Get used to the feel of my bare skin under them." His tone is actually rather soft, like that of a patient lover instead of a hungry incubus. See? He can sound less demanding.

[lamia]

Too close for Su-jin's comfort. Too close for a young and reasonably isolated monster monster whose senses are too sharp. So close Su-jin can feel the heat rolling off his body, can feel every subtle shift of muscle, the very movement of Vena's blood in his veins. And, oh the smell of him! While Vena breathes in deeply, Su-jin tries not to. It's instinct more than a conscious choice — one that doesn't last long. He's a monster, but he needs to breathe. A most unfortunate thing in instances like this.

More than just needing to breathe, Su-jin sucks in a sharp breath at Vena's suggestion. There's no way the incubus can know that he's kept a very firm boundary between himself and others since the monster woke in him. Su-jin can barely remember a time he's touched another's skin when he wasn't also tearing through it with teeth and claws. It's... an uncomfortable thought combined with the atmosphere in this room and the growing tension between them.

Su-jin swallows the lump in his throat. There's a long enough span of time between what Vena said and any action on Su-jin's part to betray his hesitation. Maybe the reason for ti can be guessed. Or maybe Vena doesn't care to speculate on it the matter when he's trying to push them in a more physically intimate direction. There isn't any question of how this is all going to go. It's simply a matter of how long Su-jin's inexperience and hang-up prolong the encounter.

"I... I haven't touched another's skin outside of feeding in a very long time..." Even as he explains, his hands move to find their way under whatever might be between them and Vena's torso.

[erotism]

If Su-jin thinks this is too close now, what of what's too come? How will he feel when there's no space left between them? When nothing separates them and the two monsters are joined together as one? How will he cope when their bodies are so twisted up together that there's no telling where one ends and the other begins? Vena pulls his hands forward, dragging them along the sides of Su-jin's neck and then down his chest. Keep him fully engaged. Make sure that nothing can happen outside of that door that will pull focus from the incubus. Be certain that there is not an event large enough outside of that door to keep Vena from being the centre of Su-jin's world.

Vena tips his head from one side to the side as the silence stretches on and the placement of Su-jin's hands remains unchanged. No real acknowledgement, just what appears to be hesitation. Not terribly surprising from someone who's never before been intimate with someone. Vena's seen it time and time again with those whose virginity he's taken over the years. It hasn't been everyone, but enough for it to feel common. Apprehension and hesitation, though it never lasted long. Just long enough for the incubus' power to overtake them.

Of course this one is far more resilient than any human. He won't be as easy to sway at a human, but Vena is willing to put in the time to make that a reality. That does mean, however, that his power won't be so effective at easing Su-jin's mind in this moment, so Vena is ready to coax him into action with words and actions of his own when the young monster's hands find their way beneath the oversized undershirt he's wearing, taken from the monster whose bed he's been sharing. The last handout given to him by the Council. The last monster who's had his chance to play by the Council's rules and has now been given to the incubus to use until there's nothing left. The last one because he has Su-jin now. Now and forever.

"All the more reason for you to grow accustomed to the sensation," he purrs as he runs his hands down Su-jin's arms, down and down until his own hands are resting on top of Su-jin's, on top of the shirt. "Get used to touching me for reasons beyond simply tearing me open." He squeezes Su-jin's hands and then puts his own back on those broad shoulders. "You can eat me later." When they aren't at some filthy inn. When they're somewhere Vena can heal from his wounds in peace. "I get to eat you first."

[lamia]

Under some other circumstance, that wouldn't have been unreasonable request. Even now it's not wholly unreasonable so much as... distasteful to Su-jin. Su-jin, a romantic who used to fantasize about love and intimacy. This all feels so... manufactured. It's a necessity for their mutual survival (well, Su-jin's survival, perhaps more comfort for Vena). There's very little to romanticize a necessary function. Poets don't write about the beauty of breathing or blinking.

And yet...

With high heightened senses and Vena's own passive ability to draw others in. It's probably far easier to push that thought aside than it should be. While Su-jin may be more resistant to Vena's natural gifts, he's not immune. He has no experience with sex on top of that, making him, perhaps in this moment, more vulnerable to the incubus' charms. So the thought of being physically affectionate with him outside of sex has its appeal (especially to a romantic!).

Vena's skin is soft and warm. Perfect, without any flaw Su-jin can notice. Definitely softer than the field laborers he used to day dream about. A body indicative of a privileged creature, one who didn't have to labor under the sun. But not so soft as to be completely gripped by sloth. How much of that is simply the result of what Vena is and less of his lifestyle? Vena's no human, after all.

Slowly, with less hesitation and more a simple want to feel and discern what he can, Su-jin's hands move. Over the softest part of Vena's belly, to the protective bones housing his most vital organs. His fingers splay, eyes falling closed the longer they explore. Curious fingertips brush over his nipples, trace lines of bone and cords of muscle just beneath the flesh. Beautiful, like a sculpture come to life.

But Vena's words pull him back, if only for a moment. You can eat me later. It's been long enough that his hunger is contact, but not overwhelming. So is there any surprise if that offer makes Su-jin salivate? Later, of course. He's no longer traveling on the road with vast expanses of terrain suitable for hiding the grotesque evidence of his unnatural hungers. Tearing Vena apart here? No, it would be impossible to hide the mess. Impossible to remove Vena's eviscerated body from the in to take him somewhere safe to convalesce. Su-jin's hungry, but he's not lost his mind from it yet.

When his eyes open, they're different than before. Still dark, but only because the pupil's blown wide. The rest? Growing redder and redder as his monster awakens. As his hunger (both literal and otherwise) grow. "Teach me what you like."

[erotism]

Vena has never felt love and has only ever faked the sort of intimacy that others want. He's felt love from others, but never felt love for others. Everyone he's been with has loved him. They felt for him what they thought was a very deep, very real love. Maybe in time Su-jin will feel the same. It won't be real love or romance, but by that point, Su-jin wouldn't know the difference. It would all be real enough to him. Until such a thing comes to pass, Su-jin will have to do without. Unless Su-jin finds someone to supplement the feelings that Vena will never feel for him, Su-jin will have to do without.

As Su-jin's hands start to move over his body, Vena's eyes flutter and then close. Hands moving over perfectly unblemished skin which is always warm to the touch. The sort of warmth that humans seem to crave. The sort that invites them in, only to never let them leave. His skin also bears the sort of softness that simply begs to be touched. Can one truly appreciate it without feeling it for themselves? Every part of him is meant to be enticing. Carefully chosen. Vena's body is not a result of his lifestyle, his lifestyle is a result of his body.

Vena begins to breathe more deeply as Su-jin's hands continue to move, as they continue on with their exploration, breath catching when those wandering fingers pass over his nipples. This is agonizingly slow, but he does so enjoy being touched, when it seems his partner for the evening (not just for the evening this time. Forever) is truly appreciating his body the way it's meant to be appreciated. They're always so eager to show off their sexual prowess like Vena hasn't seen it all before. It is what he's after in the end, but that's not to say that he doesn't want to play with his food first. Or to have his food play with him. It's agonizingly slow, but he doesn't hate it.

Opening his eyes to watch the other monster, Vena slides himself ever further up Su-jin's legs, closing that last bit of distance between them, leaving space only for Su-jin's wandering hands. It puts him close enough to see the full effect of the change in Su-jin's eyes. He lifts his hands to Su-jin's face, using his thumbs to gently stroke the skin just beneath the monster's eyes. "I like to be touched, as you're doing but also... more. I'm made to be touched. I'm made to be fully enjoyed. I like the feel of my partner's skin against mine. I like a strong partner who isn't afraid to show me his strength. I like it when my partner doesn't hold back. I've always found my partners to be at their best when they stop trying to hold anything back."