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"Here." Yun shoved his hand towards where Zen's mouth would be. The taller man, expression unreadable through his mask, looked between the blood-soaked hand and the face of its owner. He held his own hand out as if to take the knife from him.
"No no, come down here it's easier." Yun gestured for Zen to crouch down a bit. Zen rolled his eyes and knelt down on one knee, closer to Yun's eye level. Yun smiled and pulled the mask off Zen's face, holding it in his unoccupied yet equally bloody hand. Red fingerprints smudging on the white.
Once again, he put the blade close to Zen's mouth. The knife was held loosely between his fingers, splaying out which ones he could. "Here!"
Zen gave him a puzzled look. Why Yun insisted on doing this here was interesting. Quite literally the scene of their crime, but he didn’t necessarily mind if it meant they would get out of here quieter. He felt Yun nudge his hand against his lips, and finally decided to open his mouth and let his tongue drag up each knuckle. Huffing against Yun's index finger once he reached the top, he leaned back and swallowed the blood he'd licked off.
Yun's face was priceless. He was staring at Zen so intently, the red in his eyes taken up almost entirely by his pupils. Zen cracked a small smile. Might as well keep it up.
Before Yun could tell him to continue, his wrist was grabbed and the knife in his hand was removed by another. He watched as Zen dragged his tongue from where he gripped Yun's hand to the tip of his middle finger. Never once breaking eye contact. Yun let out a small whine he didn't mean to.
Zen swallowed again, the spit collecting in his mouth helping it go down. He twisted Yun's hand so that his pinky was easier to reach. Deciding that fuck it, if he's already fine with this why not pop one in his mouth a bit, and swirled his tongue around the small finger. Sharp teeth dragging against the skin as a small way of saying 'I'm still in control'.
"Jesus Christ, Zen." Yun's speech was hushed and breathy. "We need to get out of here soon. Hurry, please?"
Zen glared up at him and moved back to speak. "Your fault." He moved Yun's hand again so the palm now faced him and kissed his wrist before licking another stripe up the middle of his palm. He let Yun move his hand a bit, fingertips dancing against the flat of his tongue. Zen noted how flushed he looked from this.
"Can I...can I..?" Yun nudged a finger deeper into Zen's mouth as he asked aimlessly for what he wanted. The most Zen could do was grunt at him, whatever would let him finish this as soon as possible. Yun looked disgustingly giddy as he shoved two of his fingers down Zen's throat. The unexpected intrusion caused he larger man to gag slightly, but he quickly recovered, allowing Yun to practically finger-fuck his mouth. It felt kind of weird, but not unpleasant. Zen moved his tongue as he felt needed, licking between his fingers and cleaning up the last of the blood on them. He would not close his mouth around the digits however.
Finally Yun removed his hand, seeming to come to his senses a little bit. He rubbed his thumb against Zen's cheek affectionately after the fact. "We should get home, hm?"
Zen got back up on both feet, passing the knife back to Yun's now "clean" hand. He leaned down suddenly to kiss the shorter man quickly before he took back his mask.
"You've still got another dirty hand."