let's hope it's a good one ; (nunchii)

[tacete]

[New Years among the Grim were usually spent among fellow Grim, if for no other reason than their extended life. Keeping friends became difficult after the first century of service, after all. However, Jiwoo had finally convinced his parents to allow a supernatural friend to attend with him. Sure, they didn't know that this friend was a demon nor did they know that he and this friend were on the verge of becoming intimate, but they didn't need to know, right? They would spurn any excess on Jiwoo's part and Rook was the definition of excess.

Dress modestly were his primary instructions to Rook over text, sent several times in the days leading up to the event. No bright colors. Nothing revealing. Nothing shiny.

Jiwoo himself had selected his usual all-black tuxedo with similarly colored and matte finished cuff links and collar pins. Even the chain linking said collar pins was the same matte black. No bright colors. Nothing shiny. No excess.

Black is the Grim's favorite color he'd told Rook as well, trying to provide further guidance as his nerves ate away at his usual patience and calm. Gray is too bright.

That, also, was true. Despite the festive nature of a new year, the Grim dressed in all black. For them, it meant little more than another tick in the clock. They also all seemed to wear turtlenecks, somehow. Even the women wore high collars that covered their throats and that part of the affair puzzled Jiwoo, but he didn't question it.

Right now, as he straightened his black bow tie in the frosted window, he needed Rook to show up in something sensible so as to not be thrown out at first glance. The Grim Manor was enormous and any errant visitor might be allowed to wander until they starved. Standing by the front door meant banal small talk with the guards, but also improved Rook's chances of being accepted if he did do something outlandish.

Please. Please be sensible. He quietly prayed to no one in particular.]

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[nunchii]

[ Rook plans on passing off some of his more eccentric and ballsy moves as being demonic in nature; even those with no Cardinals, or the demons who traded in just deals and information were known for being more than a little different and touchy than most other creatures. They were, as Jiwoo had told him several times, creatures of excess. Of decadence and sin and moremoremore. Surely he could pass a few things off as a cultural difference.

He didn't come draped in just a few gold chains at least.

Humming as he leans close, wincing as the door hits the wall, Rook smiles at the flicker of irritation and something else that flares in the Grimling. He smooths it out easily enough, raising an eyebrow to look as innocent as possible while standing there.]

Hmmm? Is that a rhetorical question or are you asking me about Hell specifically? Please be more specific, friend. [ Oh yeah, he is teasing the fuck outta him now, brushing past the Grim easily, hands out of his pockets enough to curl around Jiwoo's waist quickly before the warmth of him is gone and the demon is several steps ahead of him.] And you might want to mind your strength there, no need to ruin the walls with a door, there are more fun ways to do that.

[tacete]

[Jiwoo could roll his eyes until they fell out of his head, he was pretty sure. Or at least until they stuck. Rook's hands at his waist send another burst of heat along his spine and the Grim is both infuriated and so, so tempted to return the favor. Temptations were not a good thing, but fuck if Rook brought out the worst in him.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Jiwoo casts a glance around the stairwell. Finding no eyes, no whispers in the dark, he makes to press Rook against the offending wall, his own body following close in an attempt to clash their lips together.

More than anything, he's missed Rook. After nearly a week of end-of the year preparations for the Grim, as well as his own evaluations, he's missed this teasing.]

Fuck you.

[As long as no one sees, they should be okay, he tells himself.]

[nunchii]

[ Temptation was really Rook's nature, that was what he stood for, even if there were times when he wishes that he didn't. But right now, with the emotions simmering just below Jiwoo's skin, close enough that he can almost taste them, he can't really bring himself to be all that upset with how easily he can tempt. Even less so when he suddenly finds himself pressed to the wall with Jiwoo in his space.

That was a surprise. A very welcomed one.

Hands sliding easily around the Grim's hips, Rook laughmoans into the kiss, pulling Jiwoo flush to him and licking into his mouth with a focus that is admirable.]

That... that can be arranged, beautiful. Right here if you want, the acoustics would do me moaning your name so well. [ The words, the taunts, are pressed against the Grimling's lips, with teeth and brief kisses, the demon's hips rolling slowly to get his point across.

Rook knows that he shouldn't push so far, not here, but fuck if can stop himself. Not when Jiwoo is the one to initiate it.]

[tacete]

[The Grim Manor is a lonely place, especially as one of the few beings that can still feel anything. No matter where he turns, he finds more apathy, sanitized of all emotion. His parents and the other high Grim watch him every minute for a mistake, for a sign that he can't be sealed. Having Rook here is a welcome respite from all of that, even though the stakes have gotten higher.

There is no celebration in a place like this. There is reverent reflection and preparation of extravagance that will be condemned if indulged- a festival of shaming the unsealed.

But with Rook, the deepest blacks of the place seem all the more brighter.

He doesn't pull back as Rook rolls into him, as he presses them flush together. His pulse throbs against his high collar and bow tie as his skin burns with the desire to hear those moans.]

...Your room. [He manages between gasps for air.]