Hunter has no real fear of Lavender; it’s all just fun to joke about. The way she looks at him sometimes is downright comical. Especially considering Sungki is the mischievous fae in this relationship.

He starts to pout as he’s held from the kiss, but when Sungki kisses him, his insides start to simmer again.

“Mm…” he hums softly, “your hand is still sticky.”

At least it isn’t as cold as it could be.

“You’re my favorite, you know that?” He takes a breath, “Sexiest, most wonderful pain in my ass…don’t get bored of me, okay?”