Mark's Room

@◦Mark Tuan No matter how much Jeonghan needed the closure, he did not ignore the way the younger still had to monitor his breath, prepare himself if not just push himself to be touched. There was a time when he had gotten used to it, finding it almost cute, coming up as patiently and reassuring as possible and while he got used to the younger's flinches, he silently expected betterment. He never asked for it, but frustration grew in him, smoldered and hidden becoming the slow ascension of dissatisfaction and disappointment to not change Mark in the slightest, to not be as close to him as Kyo could be certainly. Well after months apart, he had missed the distinctive breath monitoring, he had even missed the flinches. He had been greedy to expect Mark to warm up to him, no matter how long he had waited, and when he had parked outside the restaurant, his stomach tied in a strong knot, Jeonghan had decided to accept Mark to never change, to always flinch, even reject closure at times. The almost timid nod for a kiss would be enough. He still preferred that than living without Mark at all. His lips molded the younger's so well he wanted to the rest of their bodies to connect just as perfectly, right away. His fingertips pressed on the other's waist and eased in spasm, reflecting the fight for control that was going down in his head. Nothing quite got to him like Mark's arms around his neck, trespassing all his own fences. Only this time was a little more significant, his body responding like he did not know better, tilting his head to the opposite side to press multiple open mouth kisses despite having one of his lips tugged. Water fell on them but it did not feel that warm on his skin, despite the steam simply because he was boiling up with needs. A heat could get to him pretty quick, but the timing was off this time. Before he could issue a warning, Mark had him in pieces by a moan and the unexpectedly close hug.
“Babe” he half-breathed out half-whispered as if he was about to beg for something, his body urging the fox to walk back against he’d meet the wall of the shower. He did not ask this time, the wrong was already done. He leaned to kiss Mark again, his tongue forgetting about the boundaries of his own mouth, letting the heat get him like this was his first time. He was nose wasn't good enough to pick the rare scent the fox had, his needs and worries clouding his senses.
“It's a cold shower I need.” he said when he took a look at his own grip on Mark. He had learnt to stay away when the heat would start, he knew the heat made him selfish on top of possessive, but of course the lust only needed a taste of his lover’s lips to be set free.

@◦Mark Tuan Feet kicked lightly in the air in his slumber just after the fox left him. Jeonghan always wished to wake up when the younger would but alas, he was not a prey for nothing the only sound that had his ears up, as much as the couch above allowed, was the sound of steps. A quick look around and he was able to spot bare feet heading out of the main room. The words that went with it prompted the rabbit to get out of the blanket and execute a binky though alone in the room, or in this case: because he was alone and feeling beyond happy. He shifted and remained on all four to reach for the blanket which he folded on the couch and abandoned easily for the other's offer.
He tied his hair in a bun and stepped in the bathroom cautiously. This was not shyness or fear but a way to come up to his friend in the most careful way regarding physical contacts.
"Hey lovely." He greeted with a smile, still refraining from touching the younger. Even when he'd receive an invitation for intimacy, Jeonghan picked his actions. He was never given the reasons for the repulse and so no precautious was foolish. If there was one thing he feared when by Mark's side, it was to do something that would trigger a memory his friend didn't need. This did not prevent him from leaning close to nuzzle the shorter male, in his rabbit fashion. The shower made it more difficult to inhale the scent like he had on the eve, and thus he hoverrd only closer. He reached for the shower gel so that Mark would have to let him do the scrubbing but for the time being, his hands were like suspended, knuckles inches away from the other's face.
"May I greet you informally?" He asked with a little smirk and leaned in for a kiss; because asking for a kiss could ruin the mood and yet he'd better ask than do and be sorry later.

@◦Mark Tuan Jeonghan sat this one out as he noticed the fox had something in mind and no intention to race around. He was very limited as a rabbit and thus, he was to let Mark do whatever he had in mind, unlike he'd do as human, trying to make his presence of use to his younger friend. Very soon, a soft little trap for the night was settled, a fortune burrow made of a blanket that make him bouncy again, joining the fox to brush the material with his nose. He never got enough of it, the dear blanket Mark kept and snuggled in. The washing machine certainly was helpless to its very essence by now and this fluffy blanket was sacred for the bunny too for this reason. He could stick his head in it for hours; the only thing keeping him from hobbling away with it was that he loved the blanket combined with the presence of his favorite fox. The nip on his ear made him squeal in surprise but his ears remained flat on the back of his head and neck, soothed by the scent of the only being capable of changing his mood without a single word. He hopped in the little space Mark left for him everytime, his home, and he rested his paws on the furry jaw he faced, his teeth purring -or rather, grinding in full contentment. He was thankful for the younger's understanding which he demonstrated by light little nudges of his cold nose wiggling slowly but continuously. The motion was bound to tickle the fox because of his mustache but he couls not help it, he couldn't help being interested by the fox, even while resting, the overall scent was both comforting and exciting, keeping him on his very warm paws. This was his closest thing to kisses, his long ear relaxed on the fox' fluffy fur. He could fall asleep anytime while each night following his departure had been hell. He needed to at least try and pamper the younger when he'd rise, feed him and love him more everyday. He the fur affectionately, knowing he owed Mark a better excuse; he owed him as much as he needed this fox to be his.

@◦Mark Tuan With each , the rabbit was like tainted with the fox' very own scent and it was by far the best Mark could do about his thumping heart. The predator was, as far as Jeonghan was concerned, King of the cuddles but that he would not say. That was it, the rabbit was all set for napping time and his purrs barely started that the fox had left his side. His ears were up again, his mustache as shaky as the nose he put to work to, as soon as possible, see the fox. He noticed the other was looking for something: but that meant nothing for the wild rabbit, since he was here (well of course). Feeling abandoned was enough for the Jackrabbit to bounce down on the floor, not really nailing the reception but jigging to Mark, head first, especially once the other was in the two meters reach. He intended to tackle the fox who'd certainly feel barely nudged but still, he'd get reminded of Jeonghan's presence. If the other did not intend to rest, he had to stay with him, that was Jeonghan's point and he'd make just it gets across by following the fox all around the place, lodging himself in-between the -now- taller one.

@◦Mark Tuan His ears perked up to guess what the fox was about to do. As long as the other was within the two meters radius, Jeonghan would only recognize the scent but he wouldn't be able to see him so well. He hopped arounds the room, in a circle around the sofa before he sat on his back legs, back against the door, from where he could finally notice the predator's play. He did not think and ran straight for combat, or well, to load with all the fluff weight which with the right impulse could demonstrate the kind of strength a prey like him did not possess. Any attempt was welcomed when the King was on his Hill. He had to try and jump up, and not in a two time attempt: he aimed for the top at the first try and faced the grabby paws of the fox, scaring him down though he did expect it. Jeonghan loved the thrill, he loved the risk because he trusted Mark infinitely. He tried again and again, because Mark deemed him strong enough to get to his hill. Jeonghan was left with wide eyes, fear catching on only when he figured he had not only reached the top but also pushed the younger off the couch. He jumped down to the sitting area and was worried enough to getsurprised by the other's pouncing return. His ears were flat on the back of his head, nose smelling off the other's mood which was still playful, not heart from what he could tell. The were pleasant and tickling, enough for his back paws to kick, not strong enough to send the fox away but enough to tickle his belly. He was quick to squirm under the other, to sit on his back legs again, this time to bury his nose in the extremely soft fur of the fox' neck. Five minutes into the wrestling game (barely), and his energy was all gone. His heart pouncing harder than the fox had ever since they started playing around. Much to his habit, he leaned against the fox, playing dead except for his eyes looking all around nervously. Was it possible that the younger's sugar rush was over already, he wondered, leaving all his rabbit weight for Mark to deal with.

@◦Mark Tuan Jeonghan's eyes narrowed at the tease, not yet sure if it was a good thing or a bad one.
"Don't you crave cheese anyway tonight?" He asked, hoping that whatever he was in Mark's eyes would be what Mark desired the most, always. "Cause I can get cheesier believe me."
He looked up from his spot, eyes on the red haired male until he shifted. Jeonghan's eyes followed the collapsing clothes and smiled upon spotting the fluffy ears.
"I'll let you chase me, she let me have that please..." he reassured, resting the jacket on the closest low table to run his fingers in the vibrant and soft fur of the fox. He did not dare hug the fox but he dis crave the physical contact, the closure. He looked at the dark fur of his friend and smiled: "I missed you." Jeonghan then let go of the fox, knowing Mark would get playful real fast if he took too long. He got rid of his top, of his bottom and shifted only when he was standing entirely . With his height reduced that much, he had first to shake himself off a good while before he raced to Mark, ears on alert. Surprise would be his only advantage to hop on the fox even for a short few seconds. The sugar he had taken in one go was maybe what gave him such a brainless idea but he trusted Mark blindly enough to attack him without all his brown fur and delicate paws.

@◦Mark Tuan "That's a lot you're asking for Mar-... wha-..?"
This is where his voice lost him, trying to replay his friend's last words, but it remained as shocking as unexpected, until he caught the handsome smirk, the most handsome and sly one.
"s..." he repeated, eyeing the younger to just check if that was the word, if it was supposed to be a metaphor he couldn't grasp yet. "A given." With flustered cheeks and stressed eyes despite how much he liked the idea, his content smile stretching from ear to ear. In this momentum, he had leaped too close and took a liberty he regretted the moment he made a step forward without Mark. He felt like a scolded bunny, but the hurt feeling were, most of the times, outran by the guilt for pushing his precious friend just too far, especially so soon after the grace. His hand remained up in the air yet he was surprised to feel the cup in it and no chocolate dripping all over himself instead. Still nothing compared to the peck he was given, the kind of emotional elevator he could not dislike though it left him a lot more self conscious than before, craving more than just plain company with Mark. He heard the comments but did not find the courage to focus and answer. He finished the drink in one go, trying to freshen his mind, failing at it, the moment he was engulfed by the room that was Mark, all Mark, from the look of it to its air: so familiarly Mark. His mind went blank, but once his shoes were off, Jeonghan went to dispose of the empty cup and he smiled, picking up the jacket his friend had just hanged nearby. He had to hold it against his chest, so tightly for the hug he could not give his friend; he could not even hide it. He sat down on the floor, legs crossed, with the jacket, rubbing his cheek against the collar, meaning to both inhale the fox' scent and leave his own onto it.
"The height is okay, I just prefer sleeping really close to you. I won't mind the ceiling." He could not even dream of laying on top of his occasional lover, he would not look at the ceiling but only at Mark.
"May I caress your face, tickle it..." he started, his thumbs caressing the jacket so dearly, his hold so tight on the poor fabric; "get lost in your fur, sneeze in your fur" he added with a soft laugh. "May I cuddle you to the best of a jackrabbit's ability now?"

@◦Mark Tuan (!!)