Relax (GaYul)

((This one is shits and giggle-fits all the way, man. Which is what I quite frankly needed. As always, support TAL on Naver, ya'll, we gotta show Kang Im that beautiful love~!))

"I swear to God if you don't get off me-"

A low chuckle. "Come now, friend. Weren't you complaining of your aches?"

"Get. Your. Hands. Out. Of. My. Shirt."

Eun-Yul scowled as the limbs refused to relent, Gasun still smiling his ever-present drunk smile as he pulled at the inner ribbon tying the Butcher's hanbok shut. "It's just a massage. You've threatened to filet me so many times, you think I don't know by now your lines?"

"I swear if anyone catches us-"

The monk laughed, successful as he pulled off the Baek-Jeong's top. Aging had gone well with how many fights his fellow TAL was constantly in, Eun-Yul's abdominal muscles well defined now that he'd reached adulthood. "You worry about too many silly things. This glade is Erased, so no one will even give it a passing glance."

The Butcher just grumbled, laying down on his front as he realized there was no getting away from the Joong TAL.

He yelped as soon as Gasun's hands pressed into his back, but found himself all but melting as soon as the fingers began to move. Slow careful circles were ground into the muscles under his shoulderblades, the monk's palms surprisingly soft as he massaged away the aches of a fighter's body.

The scent of warm grass tickled his nose as he finally let go of the uneasiness in his gut, letting his head drop to one side on top of his folded arms as Gasun continued his movements.

The monk's fingertips expertly dipped into the knots throughout Baek-Jeong's back, pressing warmth deep into the nerves to undo the damage of constant tension from fighting as often as the Butcher did. Sometime into it, Gasun began to hum softly, his palms warming Eun-Yul's skin as he eased his fellow TAL's body.

Ever since he'd been old enough to summon his weapon, the Baek-Jeong fought. With everyone. And anyone. Anyone he could challenge, he did, even when he felt exhausted. His blood constantly boiled as his sight always let him see the points on living bodies to cut and hack at to easily topple his opponents. The ones who tried to stop him, like Gamun Be and Ei Mae, well... Their fates weren't of any interest to him when he only watched out for himself.

"You're thinking quite a lot."

He groaned quietly as Gasun laughed above him, the monk now seated on his thighs as he continued to work on the Butcher's back. The feeling of warmth, of actual care applied to his body...

He'd be lying to say he wasn't enjoying it.

That is, until Gasun's hands wandered just a bit too low.

"GET OFF OF MY ASS YOU PERVERT!"

-WHAM-