☆ kitchen

@✧ bae joohyun ʰ Sleepy...or, no...perhaps just physically tired. Changsub could feel the ache in his muscles that usually came from a good amount of exercise, or perhaps just a day spent on the couch. Either way it led him to close his eyes completely, another quiet hum buzzing at the corners of his lips while Joohyun's voice was heard over top of it. He can feel her then - not just the finger against his tongue, but her figure sandwiched between his own and the counter. Changsub can't help but close in, not completely, but enough that they're almost chest to chest as her hand brushes against his arm. The praise falling from her lips shouldn't make him feel so good, shouldn't stir his heart like a mixer to cake batter, but it does - and when the tip of her nail drags against his plump, bottom tier Changsub can't help but chase after it.

He almost searches in the darkness, wants to lean forward enough that he can get his lips against the delicate skin of , but something tells the customer to wait patiently. His waiting was rewarded with more frosting, and, even better, the telltale press of Joohyun's lips (finally) against his. The last of Changsub's control is relinquished as she kisses him so sweet, as much or even more than the frosting itself, and it spurs him to place his hands on her hips, one finger dipping beneath the hem of her shirt to feel the warmth of Joohyun's skin. Changsub returns the lip lock with a methodical enthusiasm, wanting both more more m o r e and to also savor the moment, torn between two different pursuits of pleasure. All because of her.

@✦ lee changsub ˢʰ Joohyun bites her lip, arousal of a different kind blooming in her chest and bad intentions spiraling down: she gazes in the dim light as he takes her wrist, slitted eyes watching intensely as the prey was caught. "Ironically," Joohyun hums softly and singsongs under her breath as she comes closer, closing the space between them, "You seem so sweet when you relax, Changsub." Already she felt her thirst quench, the aura around the hardened customer was feeding her, nourishing her powers, rejuvenating her. Her hair developed a sheen it hadn't had in years, and her hands were clear of all the callouses from witchcraft. Joohyun was reborn, and her life rewinded to a younger time. She was gifted the youth he had.

Her slender form slips between the counter and Changsub, her free hand delicately graces his arm, the one by his side. "Such a good boy," she croons again. It was sick, the way she didn't feel bad for it - it was a triumph in its own way, and Joohyun wanted to taste more. She wanted a taste of her youth, a taste of being admired, a taste of being held: she wanted to revel in her beauty through the customers she dared to enchant. Slowly, her finger withdraws from his lips, and takes another dip in the icing. Her index finger comes up, as though she was going to repeat the motion under his nose, but instead, she taps a little on his bottom lip, then leans forward to catch the plump flesh between her lips.

[ i... AM s O RT A b AC K??????? ]

@✧ bae joohyun The customer wonders if this is what it feels like to be a mouse eyeing the cheese of a trap. He can't help himself from following Joohyun to the kitchen, and the doors closing feel like the spring of the trap catching him by the neck. Uncomfortably, Changsub squirms in the darkness, feeling panic rising somewhere in his chest as he's unable to see anything. It must be different for Joohyun, who speaks calmly and seems to be walking around fine (Changsub can hear her footsteps, echoing loudly against the walls and tall ceiling). "Difficult?" he mirrors, too shocked to come up with a witty remark like he normally would. For the first time in a long time - probably since he was a child - his fingers are curling around the edge of his jacket, needing something to hold onto as Joohyun's footsteps announce her coming back.

"I don't..." Changsub was about to say he didn't need anything to be sweeter, but the scent of fresh sugar rushes through the air and he loses his train of thought. His eyelids are at half mast all of a sudden, and yeah, maybe he's leaning forward a little bit without realizing it. When his hand comes up to take hold of Joohyun's wrist you'd think it was to push her away, but instead he's gently pulling her hand down and slipping her finger into his mouth. The burst of sweet chocolate? Lemon? Vanilla strawberry? Changsub can't tell what flavor it is, but it tugs a soft whine from the back of his throat, and he's laving the pad of Joohyun's finger with his tongue, searching for more.

@✦ lee changsub ˢʰ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uMsLPlPfJo

Changsub wasn't very receptive to Joohyun (yes, she noticed), and didn't seem to be taking too well - Joohyun refrained from grinning wickedly at the challenge. A sick pleasure bled into her intentions but the venomous snake needed to wait, her prey wasn't yet ready. She never knew when such sick wants suddenly would infiltrate her actions, but something in the way he was too conscious, too aware, reluctant, and being rough: it opened so many doors for Joohyun. Her features never twitch with the desire blooming in her mind, upon entering the dim, ominous kitchen, she enters side by side with him, taking strides with him. The door flies shut with a mere gesture Joohyun makes from behind her.

The kitchen falls into complete darkness, every corner bathed in the soft black. "You've been a difficult customer, Mister Changsub," Joohyun softly humors, her lips as she steps away from him and instead with a wave of her hand, she summons something she had spotted from the far corner: a can of frosting Sooyoung had been toying with earlier. She wafts the smell to her nose, and Joohyun knows it's charmed. "It's alright, it's going to be very alright... It's time to make your stay sweeter," she singsongs softly, and her irises forming slits as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. A finger dips into the charmed (hexed) icing and she proffers the digit, holding it just under his nose.

@✧ bae joohyun "I'm not that old." he snarks back at the forehead wrinkles comment, edging more on attack mode rather than a playful remark. Changsub can't help it. He's not sensitive about his age or anything, but maybe it's just the fact that it's a statement coming from h e r mouth. Brow raising a fraction as the crinkling flashes of the light bulb overhead come to a stop the customer can feel a prickle of unease on the nape of his neck. It swoops down his spine as Joohyun pushes away from the desk, her movement as fluid as a jellyfish in water. Smooth, unassuming - ready to attack without even meaning to (usually). Changsub forces another smile onto his lips as the pads of her fingers make contact with his shoulder. "Don't mind at all." he muttered, slowly turning his body in the direction she guides.

In truth, Changsub wasn't even that hungry to begin with. His appetite has pretty much disappeared over the months - which is surprising to learn considering he hasn't gone to skin and bones, most likely due to the magical properties of the motel. However, with an excuse in place and sometime to believe it (or just go along with it) Changsub is forced to follow Joohyun to the kitchen, dread settling somewhere in his stomach like a lazy black cat. He wonders if he has any chance to make a run for it as they both pass through the entrance into the room.

[] moved us to the kitchen !! hope that's alright !!