Brownies and Tangerines

There's no denying it, I am certainly more handsome than the boss. Yoon's hands continued to work muscle, even as he felt more of the tension slide from his own shoulders and back, nursed away by fingers that knew where to press to release even the most stubborn of cramped muscles. Then there was the confirmation that he's have a little rabbit in his bed for the evening, and Yoon nodded, it wasn't the first time the younger man had found his way into Yoon's bed, and Yoon was certain it wouldn't be the last. Haulean had a habit of being physically affectionate, even when Yoon was here nor there on physical touch.

His mother hadn't exactly been the most loving to him after his father left. He probably could have used a few more hugs growing up, might have saved him from putting a couple people's eyes out in the past for looking at him funny, but then he'd not be able to give the tired "wasn't raised on an abundance of hugs and silk cushions" excuse he gave sometimes for being a rat bastard to some people. You just remember the next time someone gives you shit, you tell them I'm your husband now, and wait till you tell me about what they've done, let 'em think I've got a sharp pointy stick for their eyes. Maybe he had a bad habit of poking peoples eyes out, he realized, belatedly.

One silver brow raised slowly, the smirk that crossed his face with it enough that Haulean should know what was about to happen. Yoon hadn't been raised like the Woman had, under his dad's tutelage, able to fight like some sort of damn... whirling dervish, but Yoon was good enough that it wasn't too difficult to immediately grab the younger man under the legs and armpits to sweep him up, and if he was able to capture him, turn and flop into the water at the same time -- if Haulean did manage to get away quick enough, Yoon would just sink under the water alone, dejectedly.

@Haulean Oruven