bakerstreet | unexpected domesticity

(A warm chuckle, but nothing more than that. Eliot teases him enough, he'll save that to revisit another day. And it's a nice moment, listening to the sounds around them with Seunwoo lounging on his lap like they're some peaceful oil painting.)

The difference between you and I is I never claimed to be modest.

(Not that Seunwoo did, either, but well...Eliot feels all high and giddy and it's not just wine or the opium in the air. He's having a moment. He even tries to playfully nip at Seunwoo's finger when he's poked.)

No, I don't want to go with you. I want to body slam you into bed and never let you leave.

(But, alas, he'll obviously go so he can hold on tightly to his...whatever he is now, and make sure no fairies try to get at him or any pretty boys with tantalizing offers don't try to whisk him away.)

Eliot Waugh I do believe you're putting words in my mouth. When have I ever claimed I was modest?

(In fact he introduces himself as a legendary charmer... More as a warning than anything, any more. He pokes Eliot's mouth when he's nipped at too.)

Well, we can do that before or after the market... But I do have to get these delivered so we can afford to buy firewood and food if we happen to run out. Besides...

(Sitting up, he puts both hands on Eliot's shoulder and leans on them, grinning big at him.)

I know how much you like it when we go out and everyone looks at us. Don't think I don't see you noticing. And when you grab my ass to warn them off, it's really hot.

You don't let me get away with anything.

(He whines, giving Seunwoo a nudge and moving his legs under his head to annoy him. When he sits up, Eliot moves enough to continue watching him, because well...he just can't take his eyes off him these days. It's really disgusting. Sometimes he'll find himself still awake after his partner has dozed off, just staring, before he realizes how vomit inducing he's become. It has to be something in the air.

He grins boyishly, looking down at his lap with a laugh when he's called out on his behavior when they're out at the market.)

Everyone stares at you. And most of them stare at you for good reasons.

(He reaches up to touch a braid in his hair, smiling.)

Should we get going so I can have you sooner?

Extremely untrue. I let you get away with plenty, such as having me wear women's undergarments. You know I'd never brook that from anyone else.

(Seunwoo's eyes are always fixed firmly on Eliot. Unless, of course, they both happen to be checking out the same guy. Then they wander. But only then. It's been a strange thing being here with him in what can only be described as disgusting married life. But here they are and he's... Happy. Even without all of his amenities, he's happy.)

It's too bad for them that I don't feel interested in them, isn't it.

(At the touch to his hair and those words he leans in to kiss Eliot, savoring his taste and the slight hint of the pastries he'd eaten earlier.)

Mm... We'd better go, or I'm not going to want to leave...

(Already he's feeling his fingers start to creep up to grab hold of the other man's neck and back.)

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Your ass looks fantastic, though.

(He smiles just at the memory, his cheeks going a little dusty pink thinking about it. He wished he had pictures.

It's always nice to know that, even if their relationship is not written in stone and sometimes they invite other people into it, that it's still that. A relationship. They still belong to each other, even if neither will admit it. Eliot certainly has the most trouble, he's sure.

His eyes watch his partners face as he leans in, and Eliot reaches up to cup his cheek with one hand. All to tempting, that kiss is, and he yearns just to pull him into his lap and kiss him while removing each article of clothing he put on for the day.)

Yeah, you're right.

(It takes force for him to let his hand fall, and then he's standing up to take the tray back into their cottage, to change into something that looked a little less shabby than his work clothes, and of course to help carry the order Seunwoo has to deliver.)

Bet it's even better looking with all this farm work we've been doing. My arms are starting to get thick.

(To prove his point, he pulls back his sleeve on his left arm and flexes it; the bronzed skin bulges with the muscle beneath it tightening up.)

Pretty good for a baker, right? Flour doesn't lift itself.

(Getting to his feet he helps Eliot collect his tools and the tray before they head back to the cabin.)

I'll tell you the main thing I miss though. Plumbing. Running water is something I never want to live without again...

(But if he has to trade running water for their relationship, he'll do it gladly. Eliot's heart in his hands is worth more than anything else in the world. Even Prada, even running water. Once they're back in their meager domicile, he's checking the fire in the oven to make sure it's going to go out on its own. Then, he's packing up the baked goods in loose, light cloths to be wrapped for each of his clients. Once they're all safely put into a burlap sack - each one tagged with Seunwoo's labeling style - he turns to Eliot.)

Oh, you changed? Should I put something nicer on too?

(And by nicer he means more revealing.)

You always look good.

(And it's all he can say without saying so, so much more and getting them entirely off track of their task at hand. And possibly losing them the cash that Seunwoo's pastries earn them.)

Yeah...not even magic can really get us running water...but like, if you close your eyes and forget running water ever existed, taking a bath in the river isn't so bad.

(He laughs to himself, knowing it's ridiculous to say.)

No, you look good like this.

(No low cut shirts for this trip. Maybe next time, when Eliot doesn't feel the bubbling up of affection and arousal at the same time, or maybe when he's already half-drunk enough to agree.)

Should we go?

(With his arms full of the precious packages, Eliot nods toward the door so they can set off. It's a bit of a walk, but nothing that can't complete within half an hour or so.)

I know you do, Eliot.

(He's not even flattering him, Seunwoo really does think Eliot is just the absolute most handsome man in Fillory. Walking up to Eliot, he puts both of his hands on his cheeks and sighs in a blissful state.)

God, you are just so beautiful. I don't know how to deal with it. I can trade running water for spending the rest of my life with you.

(Stealing another kiss, he puts his satchel on across his torso and helps Eliot gather up the other packages they're taking to market. As they begin to leave the cabin and lock up, he makes sure that they've got water skins for their trek.)

You know, I had a weird dream last night. We were back on Earth and you were having a big party. And somehow, I was able to muse magic too...

(He begins to retell the story of his dream as they make their way down the dirt path into the hamlet that's become their occasional - and lately, more common - travel destination. He tells Eliot of the party, the hot tub hijinks, the way he himself was able to manipulate a deck of cards like a whirlwind, and all the crazy sex they had. He lowers his voice as they pass a traveler on the road, at least until he's out of earshot so he can resume telling him about the amazing blowjob he gave Eliot in his dream.)

...And that's why I think I should suck you off more often.

(Scholarly, Seunwoo.)

(Eliot already feels weak at the knees with affection, for reasons unknown, so that burst of passion from his beau is like a shot to the heart. A finishing move, if you will. Eliot feels like he could just live the rest of his life like that, until he's old and wrinkly. He could die happy.

Ugh, it's disgusting. He hates himself.

With the taste of Seunwoo on his lips and his head dizzy with devotion and desire, he dutifully carries the heaviest of the load as they make their way to town. He listens to Seunwoo talk about his dream with a smile, enjoying just the sound of his voice. It doesn't even really make him miss home that much, despite how much fun the party sounds.)

Wow, you got all that from a dream?

(He teases, nudging him with an elbow gently.)

I think you definitely should do that. I'm never going to say no to that.

(He lets his thoughts wander, then, to what kind of magic Seunwoo might wield should he somehow gain the ability. It's always difficult to pick someones specialty out like that, though, so it's a thought that doesn't really get very far.)

I've definitely got something in store for you when we get back home.

(He warns with a shit-eating grin and a sly, sideways glance toward his companion.)

I totally should. My dreams are never wrong.

(Seunwoo's focus would be something completely different than what he'd be gifted at: seduction. He would probably try his hand at something practical but just end up a magnet for every cute boy in the magic school. It's probably a good thing he didn't ever go to Brakebills because he'd have to sleep with his teachers to pass. No time to study when you're sleeping with the entire male student body.)

Is that so? I'll be looking forward to it.

(The gleam on Eliot's eyes tells him everything he needs to know; he's certain he's going to enjoy the surprise in store. Their journey is mostly uneventful, the sound of the town drawing ever nearer with each footstep.)

Say, let's buy some nice wine for tonight. I want to make dinner for you. Do you think they have any more of that nice peach wine?

(Of course his tastes stray towards the sweet and exotic and pricey, but he knows Eliot will never say no to expensive wine. Especially not with a side of wild boar or whatever they can find at the market tonight.)

(Seunwoo already has his own special brand of magic, anyway. Who needs pyromancy when you have an ass like that and the ability to shake it so well? No one. Eliot might even give up magic for it.

He looks around more alertly as the area becomes more populated, just in case some sneaky sprite decides to try and jack his man, or something. Eliot would fight someone if it was necessary.)

Wine, huh? And dinner? I really don't know if I'm going to give you time to make me dinner. You're underestimating how much I want you, right now.

(He speaks, muttering out of the corner of his mouth so a passer by doesn't have to listen to how much he really wants to fuck Seunwoo. That's just rude, to subject some innocent Fillorian to that kind of Earth Filth.)

But we can get whatever you like. You know that, baby.

(Plus, it's technically Seunwoo's money they'll be spending after the delivery.)

(They've already got a small detachment of interested people peering at Seunwoo; he's been to the markets before but his exotic looks, his food offerings, and of course his charming aura are always attracting more people. Half his orders are probably from people who just want to see him again, not even eat his food.)

I was thinking maybe we could get wine and meat, but if you want to just go home and eat Korean we can do that too.

(He teasingly grins at Eliot, getting to where they usually set up for him to hand out his orders and take payments. It's not really... A full stall, but it's enough in the corner of the market. Already there are a few people waiting for their orders, excited to either see Seunwoo or to eat what new confections he's come up with. In a matter of minutes he's given out most of his stock and received enough currency to fill up his leather coinpurse.)

Only a few left, that was fast... Do you want to go see if you can find anything? Or just go home after we finish this?

(Handing Eliot the full purse, he dumps out a few coins to make change if necessary for the remainder of his orders.)

(It's actually extremely adorable to watch Seunwoo work. He's cute and smiles a lot, and Eliot pretty much feels like the luckiest man in Fillory to just stand next to him while he does it. He's there to distract anyone who might linger too long, and sometimes he gets to talk about how good the pastries are, too. Most of the people just there to oogle his lover don't speak to him, but that's just fine too. He likes being the one that gets to take him home, anyway.)

Sure, babe. You'll be okay?

(It's a pretty open market, so he's not afraid of someone trying to steal Seunwoo while he goes shopping for them but he has to make sure.)

I'll get something good for us.

(And he leans in to press an affectionate kiss to Seunwoo's temple, even in front of the gorgeous, muscular, dark-skinned man that's there to purchase some sweets. He smiles as he walks away with enough money in his hand to buy that peach wine they love so much and get a nice cut of meat for them to eat. They have potatoes, or something like them, back at their cabin but he does splurge on something that looks like carrots to switch things up a bit.

He returns with his chest puffed out, proud at his purchases, and an armful of groceries to take home. He packs them away in a now empty basket, greeting his lover with a happy smile.)

Everything go smoothly? No fairies?

(His customer service - even with the women, though his smile is a bit strained - is definitely as sweet as his offerings. Those bright ivory teeth are flashed wide as he passes out what's been requested and easily pockets the money like he's been doing this his whole life. Gratefully, he smiles at Eliot for his paart in all this: his guardian, his bouncer. Truly his other half. He loves him and it makes his heart feel so full.)

I'll be fine, love. Get something good for us.

(The dark-skinned man is welcomed by Seunwoo as he produces a small wrapped package for him and exchanges it for the coins; he doesn't really pay much attention that the man's hands ghost over his and the touch lasts a little longer than it should, but that was part and parcel of all of this. The sales continue as normal and he gives Eliot a wave as the tall man disappears into the crowds to shop.

By the time Eliot comes back Seunwoo is looking a bit grumpy but all of his wares have been sold; his arms are crossed and he's got his back flat against the wall.)

Someone grabbed my ass. Normally I'd have assumed they were trying to get my money, but no. They just wanted to touch my butt. So I'm standing like this until you came back to keep watch over my poor, traumatized self.

(Eliot daydreams about their evening the entire time they're apart, so when he finally arrives back to find his lover looking grumpy, it makes him frown.

The news of someone groping Seunwoo has Eliot's gaze going fiery, brows furrowing and jaw clenched tightly.)

Who was it? What did they look like?

(He's ready to fight, fists clenched and all. Never, EVER, has he been ready to fight someone over a lover. It's just not something that happens to him. But Seunwoo is different and this is Fillory and he's got to defend his lovers honor.)

(If Eliot whipped out the battle magic right then and there Seunwoo would probably get hard from just watching him do his thing. But as it is he just wants to get home and wrap up in his other half and forget the nasty little urchin who goosed him.)

I didn't get a good look... Might have been a kid or elf or god knows what out here. I just want to go home...

(It's a stark change from how he used to be. On Earth he'd have probably delighted in the touch and even encouraged it, he the man who was meant to be shared. But here... No, here was different. He was Eliot's and the only time touching was allowed was when Eliot said it was okay. And this definitely was not.

Gathering up his bag, he hurries over next to the other man, pressing himself close to him.)

I'm sorry. You looked so happy with your haul, too. Let's not let it ruin our night, okay? Show me what you got. I'll help you carry it too.

(Opening his bag, he helps Eliot load some of his cache of goodies into it so that the carrying is easier on both of them.)

(He can sense Seunwoo's discomfort and he doesn't even give it a second thought. In this timeline, they existed for each other first. Eliot was happy enough to be his one and only and his protector, when it needed to happen.)

I shouldn't have left you alone.

(He frowns, feeling bad that he hadn't just protested and waited for Seunwoo to finish selling the pastries. He's just so different and irritable and sometimes Fillory was a little behind in social customs. Especially consent. Arranged marriages were still a thing, for example.)

It's okay, baby. Let's go home. I got everything you wanted, so it's going to be a good night.

(He grabs their basket then, putting his free arm around Seunwoo's waist to keep him close. At least until they walked out of the busy town center.)

It's okay. I told you to go, so don't blame yourself. It's not anything really bad happened. I'd have come and found you if it did.

(Even so, he's sure he won't be leaving Eliot's side on their next few trips into town. He stays close even now, putting his arm around Eliot's waist to keep close.)

What did you get? I saw some carrots?

(At least they looked like carrots... He's still not entirely sure what some of the stuff here is.)

(Eliot fumes about it for a while, grinding his jaw hard trying to mentally strangle anyone that looks too long at his lover when they pass. It takes listening to Seunwoo's musical voice to distract himself, and he nods.)

Yeah...some carrot-y thing. I thought you might be sick of potatoes. I even found some greens, for like a salad. I think we can make a vinaigrette.

(Even as they're out of the town now and back on the path to home, he doesn't let go of Seunwoo.)

And the wine you like so much.

Thank you, love. I'm sorry this dampened our evening but we'll make the best of it.

(It's actually more difficult too kiss his cheek when they're walking than he expected, but he manages to give him a little peck.)

A salad sounds divine. And a little wine to loosen us up with.

(The whole walk back he's nearly glued to Eliot, unwilling to separate from him as they retrace their steps back to their cabin.)

Tell me a little more about this place...? I don't think I ever really asked you about it.

Don't you apologize. This isn't your fault.

(He assures with an affectionate voice, not wanting Seunwoo to blame himself.)

About Fillory?

(He tilts his head toward Seunwoo curiously, smiling a little. He urges them into the cabin so he can put their groceries away instead of carrying them more.)

What would you like to know?

I know, I just... I never wanted to make you upset. Even though I didn't actually do anything.

(Once they're inside, he begins to unpack their things and get dinner started. As they talk, he prepares the meat and begins chopping the vegetables.)

Well, aside from the obvious how did we get here which we don't know... Does everyone here do magic? I never knew you did until we got here. This whole time I thought you were just some good looking guy with a sharp dress sense. Never in my wildest dreams did I think fantasy creatures were real. Or magic.

(The cut of meat that Eliot bought is lean and begging for marination. Seunwoo is soon coating it in a blend of spices and glaze he's whipped up.)

(he does his best to assist with setting their bounty out and not dwelling on the unfortunate incident in the market. When Seunwoo gets to work on their dinner, Eliot wraps his arms around him from behind and leans his chin against his shoulder.)

Well. Fillory is...um, is like Narnia actually. So there's children's books written about it but it's actually a real place. And there's magic, yes. Some people are born with it and others learn it in other ways.

(He speaks slowly, trying to think of what to say and how to say it in a way that didn't sound like total bullshit.)

I'm not really sure why you got stuck here with me. And I'm sure there's a quest or something we should be doing to get back. But I'm not sure what it is yet.

(He turns his head to kiss along the back of Seunwoo's neck, little presses of his lips opening up to warm, open mouthed kisses to his skin.)

(Narina was not common in Korea, but... He was familiar enough with it to understand the comparison.)

So what you're saying is we need to find a wardrobe to go back home.

(Sweeping the carrot-like things into a pot along with some of their other bounties - the potatoes and other vegetables - he chuckles a bit, turning to nuzzle the affectionate man. It feels so wonderful to feel those soft kisses while he's working and it's difficult for him to focus.)

I think I can put off the quest for quite a long time if it means I get to spend more time here with you, like this. Honestly trading away Earth amenities is all worth it just to spend this time with you like a house husband. Did you learn magic once you arrived here? Or was it something you had before and just happened to find your way here using it?

(He's only very slightly aware of Eliot's troubled past but... If magic is anything like the powerful force he's come to know it likely springs from intense feelings. Either trauma, love, or... Something.)

(it is nice. Eliot always gets so distracted in the evenings and sometimes when it's raining and he can't work outside so he's forced to spend the day inside, mostly watching as Seunwoo makes his pastries. It's so, so hard not to distract him with his hands and his mouth. All the weeks together have really softened him, in ways he won't even acknowledge himself.)

I was born a magician.

(He speaks slowly, thinking back on it all, wondering how much he should tell or if he should leave things vague.)

I've known since I was in high school.

(His hands press palm down against Seunwoo's taut belly, hooking his chin over a sharp shoulder.)

And I learned everything in Brakebills. How to control it. All that battle magic that gets you horny.

(He laughs softly, turning his head to trace the tip of his nose against Seunwoo's neck. It ways easier to joke about things than it is to actually be vulnerable and talk about it.)

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