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[ continued from here. ]

Whoa, whoa, what kind of a --

[ Yes. Yes, he does, and Noctis finds himself backed against the wall beside the door when Min advances, so much like a wolf stalking prey. There's a light in his eyes that he appreciates, reaching out to curl his fingers over the front of his shirt when he presses right up against him. Minsu is very dangerous, he knows this, as mysterious as he is bold, and even now he still knows precious little of what he really is. ]

You look like the type girls can take home to their mother. [ Because no, he's not giving it up that easy, buddy. There's the smallest tug at the side of his mouth, a wicked glint in his eye. ] Jeez, do you just hate personal space?

I know.

[it was a deliberate choice on his part, trying to embody a little bit of everything for everyone, broad shoulders and tan skin, a boyish smile and a handsome face. he thought of everything, once. but lately he can only think of one thing, and it's right here in front of him. being this close to him just drowns out everything else.]

Yes.

[minsu's too preoccupied to lie, or even dress the truth up in slick words. he tips his head, eyes lidded as he breathes along the side of his neck. there is no difference between princes and beggars, he's seen the blood of both and it's just as red. but there is a difference between noctis and everyone, at least to minsu.

and that's why he wants to be careful with him.]

Do you not like it? [his advance stops. he's started to learn when he's doing something that isn't normal, isn't human. and while he's also learning the delightful difference between the quickened heartbeat of fear and something else, he's started exercising more caution.] I'll stop if you tell me to.

[ Min never needs to embody a little bit of everything for everyone for him -- Noctis doesn't need him to be something he's not; Astrals know he's got enough people doing that to last a lifetime or two. But Min is Min, and Min is intense, at times otherworldly like he's really, genuinely interested in what he feels and what he thinks of things, and that... is new.

It's new, and Min is everything that he likes, charming and just this side of weird that's enough to make him want more, and Noctis leans forward to meet him halfway, a hand coming to rest over his waist. What is he, he's always wanted to know; but he's nosing against Min's cheek and smiling, just a little.

He makes him happy, he thinks, and he's shifting to press a soft kiss to that mouth, lovely and warm and so very tempting. ]

I like it. And I know. [ A gentle nip. ] Hey, kiss me back.

[there's a war raging inside of him, and endless battle between this playful, irreverent man known as minsu and something darker, something that's all teeth and sharp angles.

that monster can't be let out around noctis. the prince presses a kiss to his lips and minsu thinks that the struggle is worth it. the restraint that he has when he's around him is his sincerest form of affection, and if protecting him means that minsu destroys himself in the process, so be it. the belief is even stronger when he gives minsu permission to kiss him, and gods he is, cupping the prince's face and kissing him until he's breathless. when he pulls back, it's with bruised lips and eyes like the shiny surface of a polished onyx.]

What else do you like, my pretty prince?

[tell me. there's an unspoken plea in minsu's voice, desperation in the way he touches him, though he's clearly holding himself back there too. he wants to know everything that is noctis, everything that he loves and hates, so he can give him the one and devour the latter.]

This? Or this?

[his eyes change to blue, his hair to blond, half a dozen tiny shifts for anything that might please him.]

Min. Min. Hey.

[ The different little shifts are alarming, from black to blue and black to blonde, shimmering like water under the sun, formless and infinite, and he can't help but cup his face and hold him steady. Formless and infinite, and no less beautiful in itself for all that's undefined. Minsu is not human -- that he's already suspected in the weeks that they've met. He's more, older than Lucis, perhaps, but he kisses Noctis like he means it, and when he calls him pretty prince there's affection in it that doesn't immediately set his teeth on edge.

No, there's something different in the name he sets for him, and he kisses him back, leaning into his hands and kissing him deeply, passionate and heated even if his mouth seems fuller than before, his cheeks sharper. ] I like you. The real you. I want you to show me.

[ All teeth and sharp angles, dangerous and deadly -- he wants to see who he really is. ]

[noctis says his name and he's steadied, giving the illusion of serenity if not for his ragged breaths. minsu focuses on him, on the shape of his lips and the sound of his voice, until he finally returns to himself.]

I can't.

[whispered. minsu smiles sadly, because this is the one thing that he can't do for him. maybe he can't rid himself of that shameful, wicked creature inside of him, but he can keep it away from noctis. he leans in, his next kiss just an affectionate brush against his forehead.]

This is the 'me' that fell for you, so it's the only 'me' that I ever want to be. For the rest of my life.

[ Of all the answers Noctis expects, this isn't one of them. This is the 'him' that fell in love with him? The answer throws him off, startles him because this is Minsu at his most honest, the sad whisper of his words, and Noctis doesn't let go.

Okay. Okay, he can deal with this. Minsu, special and sharp and passionate, fierce and inhuman and the most tender person he's ever met -- he's fallen in love with this one, too, and he slides an arm around him, as if he could protect Minsu from himself. He shifts, tilts his head up so that he can capture his mouth, soft and slow and deliberate. ]

Okay. [ He says at last, because who is he to insist on it if Minsu already says this is who he wants to be? Another soft, slow kiss, as if he could lift the sadness from his eyes, his smile. ] Then I'll have this 'you'. Kinda like this one more than the rest, anyway.

[ This, too, is the Minsu he'd fallen in love with. ]

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