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Seong Hyeonjae's long, pale golden hair cascaded down his shoulders, creating a contrast with his royal black robes. He held his chin in contemplation. "Why do you never cry whenever we make love?"
When Han Yujin heard that, he almost choked on his food. He gulped down the whole cup of tea that was handed to him by the man sitting next to him.
No matter how much Yujin looked at Hyeonjae's face, he couldn't pick an appropriate word to describe his whole mien. A king with the blood of a dragon who would soar the skies and rain thunder in his madness, or bestow an outrageous number of blessings in his wake. In that world, Seong Hyeonjae was already a reputable sovereign in his own right.
His dragon form was majestic, and humans would kneel whenever he descended.
Such level of strength was similar to Yuhyeon's, whom Yujin was already proud of, and it brought him immeasurable joy with his recent growth.
Hyeonjae rubbed Yujin on his back slowly to ease him. "Was that really surprising?" Hyeonjae asked; there was an invisible smirk in that voice.
Yujin stopped coughing, and there was a watery sheen over his eyes, most of the moisture collecting at his lower lids. "Asking that now, that’s unlike you." Yujin retorted, reaching out for some snacks.
"How long have we been together?"
"Not long enough?"
"How long is long enough?"
"Several lifetimes?"
Answering questions with questions. Hyeonjae heaved out a long sigh, gently rubbing Yujin's cheek. "… The fact that you held back your voice is always alluring, but I'm still a little offended that you don't cry out at all."
Yujin could see how much it affected the older man; if he were in his dragon form, he would inevitably see his fins drooping and his tail curling up dejectedly. Yujin cleared his throat. "There's no particular reason for it, so let's just let it go."
Bam!
Hyeonjae slammed the low table next to him, and the ceramic containing their snacks clinked against the smooth wood. "No, I will not let this go." He loomed closer to Yujin, brushing his thumb over the younger man's lips. "If you change the topic, I will do you right now. Gods know how adept you are with that, and it makes me want to tear things apart." …because no matter how much he tried, he felt that Yujin was still out of reach.
Yujin's mouth twitched, looks like he really couldn't change this bastard's mind. "Okay, okay! I'll tell you!" Yujin scooted closer to Hyeonjae, leaning his head onto the latter's shoulder. There was comforting silence between them before he spoke. "It shouldn't be a strange thing for you. You know about the ones who attend to the kings at night, right?" Yujin calmly poured warm tea onto his cup.
"What’s the significance for that?" Hyeonjae tightened his hold over Yujin's waist.
"Let me finish, or I'm going home."
Hyeonjae pressed his lips together with a short huff.
Yujin continued, "I've heard a lot of affairs, but one of the women never let out a sound, no matter how painful or perverted things were done to her." He took a slow sip, swirling the contents over his tongue before swallowing it down. "I don't understand it myself, but it gave her an impression of something like a quiet strength."
Hyeonjae mulled over it and said, "Perhaps it's because she hadn't opened her heart…"
As if realising it, Yujin nodded and grinned at the other man. "Yeah! That could be it!" He nodded enthusiastically.
Hyeonjae smiled back gently, but there was an oppressive atmosphere around him. He hummed – the way he knew Yujin would have no resistance to. Then he flipped the younger man over and pressed him onto the soft bedding. "So, you're saying there's no heart in it."
"Wah, Hyeonjae, your face is terrifying right now." Yujin maintained his grin. "Are you angry?"
Hearing that, Hyeonjae paused for a while before running his palms all over Yujin's body. The younger man's robes were now loosely wrapped over his shoulders and what was visible to Hyeonjae's eyes was how much of a temptation Yujin was becoming – squirming here and there like a captured prey. "I'm not angry," Hyeonjae drawled slowly, slipping off his black robes, only leaving an inner white robe underneath. "But it was rather insensitive of you."
"You do look angry—"
"We can discuss more after I fuck you."
Ahh, he's very angry. …But it's not like I'm doing it on purpose.
Yujin's legs were lifted high before he felt Hyeonjae smearing ointment into his hole.
Contrary to his words, Hyeonjae's actions with his preparation were gentle and meticulous. His fingers prodded and parted like scissors around the ring of muscle, massaging it to the desired softness. "Now then, let's hear you cry."
He found the small, walnut-sized mass of muscle and gave it a press. The man underneath him trembled and panted voicelessly, beads of sweat forming over his flushed skin.
Yujin was feeling good, and his little dragon rose from slumber due to the contact within. He lifted his hand to cover his mouth, but the fingers rubbing circles over that spot was persistent. "Ah…" It was as flat as he could muster, no rise in tone, but immediately clenched his teeth.
"Looks like you're still closed off." Hyeonjae squeezed the spot harder, and it elicited a soft 'nooo' from Yujin, who shuddered and spasmed as he had his first orgasm. It was a sight Hyeonjae could never get tired of. "…But still, begging is nice too."
"Shut up, you dirty ahjussi."
"If I'm an ahjussi, then so are you." Hyeonjae pulled out his fingers and lifted Yujin higher. His throbbing cock was more than happy to be sheathed in Yujin's warmth that he let out a rough moan when he pressed in slow and steady. Near his tip, he could feel Yujin's wall squeezing around him. This feeling …he's trying to push me out.
It was apparent that Yujin was deliberately doing that with the smug smile slightly hidden behind his hands.
"Yujin-ah," he breathed hoarsely close to Yujin's ears. "Relax." Or I won't be able to last. Or at least neither of us will in this impasse.
"Then make me feel good." Yujin wrapped his arms around Hyeonjae's neck and nibbled at the base, his hands exploring wantonly over the smooth yet stiff muscles of the man above him. He knew which spots would drive him crazy, and which spots would make him moan and sigh. The things he'd learned, he wouldn't forget. Especially when it came to matters about Hyeonjae.
Because Hyeonjae was…
He supposed Hyeonjae had become one of his soft spots. Yeah, he'd leave it at that. If he breached any further, he wouldn't be able to extricate himself. Even more so when Hyeonjae almost snapped earlier; Hyeonjae's feelings were nearly exposed, and both of them noticed it.
"Yujin-ah." Hyeonjae's voice was lower this time, more strained that it sounded almost like a growl.
For reasons unknown, Yujin enjoyed hearing that voice calling his name – it was like a plea or a prayer that's solely for him. Perhaps it was only times like this he was able to see Hyeonjae unwind and devote his time for him.
"You won't even pretend to pant for me. How boring…" Hyeonjae increased his speed, and each collision made crisp slapping sound.
You bastard! You say boring, but you're going faster! "I'm surprised you'd be satisfied with that." The sheer pleasure brought by Hyeonjae's constant pumps drove him over the edge, and he'd already orgasmed a few times now, each with a different position Hyeonjae made him do.
"You're really not going to be cute, are you?"
"Then let me humour you." With every thrust, Yujin let out the flattest, monotonous ‘ah's he could voice.
Ah. Ah. Ah.
Hyeonjae's eyes flashed darkly, but he didn't stop. "Yujin."
Ah. Ah.
Hyeonjae halted his movements and combed back his hair. "Han Yujin, that's enough." Flames flickered from Hyeonjae's temples, and two rugged horns emerged. Along his spine, scales formed and down his tailbone, his own tail materialised. It was thick and long and flicked impatiently from side to side. If one wanted to see what a dragon's mood was like, they would only need to watch the tail.
And Hyeonjae's tail flicking like that meant he was pissed despite his cold and expressionless face.
Inside, the changes Yujin felt were more apparent. The thick, engorged shaft expanded bit by bit, and he realised what was happening. This damned ahjussi dared to transform his massive erection too!
There was a husky laughter from Hyeonjae. "You're a dragon too, you can take in the other half."
"I'm not a pureblood."
"Mm." Hyeonjae pushed in the tip of his other cock, paying extra attention to Yujin's expressions.
"Hiss—slow down, will you? Let me adjust."
Another hum from Hyeonjae. It sounded dismissive to Yujin, but Hyeonjae really did slow down, only pushing in when Yujin relaxed enough, and his breaths slowed down.
After a considerable amount of time, Hyeonjae was finally in, both of his hard cocks were wrapped tight around the puckered hole, his cum from earlier served as a good enough lubricant.
"Any more excuses?"
Yujin rolled his eyes.
On the first thrust, Yujin gasped audibly, completely forgetting about his initial plan to not make a peep. Realising his mistake, he tried to grab a pillow to bite into, but Hyeonjae captured his wrists and pressed them over his head.
"Yujin-ah." A triumphant smile played across Hyeonjae's lips. The more he called that name, the more the man beneath him jolted. He should strike when the iron is hot. He rolled his hips, accurately hitting Yujin's sensitive spot with either shaft, causing Yujin to shudder and weep due to the onslaught.
"… —njae…! Nngh! Haah! Hng! I—! Nn!"
Hyeonjae could finally hear Yujin's moans, with his own name peppered along. Yujin's usually clear voice now has a nasal trace to it, and the slight lilt in the tone happened whenever his tip rubbed around Yujin's spot.
Beads of cum dribbled out of Yujin's own tip as he was relentlessly ground from within.
The feeling of Yujin's walls clenching around his royal jade flutes was unbelievable. Now that both were in, the pleasure soared further as he slid in and out in a frenzy.
"—Hyeonjae! I'm," Yujin choked, his mind was a mess and his body had long abandoned all resistance. "—going to – mmh!" The rest of the words were smothered with Hyeonjae's lips hungrily roving on his.
The peak of pleasure had Yujin descend into delirium, a vast whiteness washed over for a second before his vision cleared up. Above him, Hyeonjae's face furrowed in pleasure was a sight to behold. He wanted to touch his cheeks. Bright red flush dusted over those high cheekbones, and his long lashes were shut. Drops of sweat hung carelessly, giving an illusion of a teary faced and erotic Hyeonjae.
This was one of the things Yujin loved to see.
Inside, the twin dragons pulsated and released an ungodly amount of thick fluid that oozed out down the crack and onto the damp sheets.
Both of them were panting hard. Just when Yujin thought it was the end, Hyeonjae pressed his palm over his chest and a warm current circulated in his body.
Yujin felt refreshed in an instant, and all of his fatigue were washed away. "Dirty ahjussi." Yujin tsk-ed. "You're insatiable."
Hyeonjae's only reply was an amused laugh before he continued for another round and lifted him off the sheets.
There was one thing Yujin had omitted during that recount. The woman didn't want to be seen as immodest. And Yujin somehow shared that same sentiment. Until tonight.
A different side of Hyeonjae had been unearthed that night.
The golden disc in the sky had reached the zenith, but the palace was still quiet.
Two men were wrapped in thick blankets, the younger one was still deep in sleep after a rough night from his lover. Said lover held him possessively from behind. Soft golden rays spilt over them, creating a picturesque moment.
Yujin opened his eyes, and his body felt wrecked. Yujin didn't want to admit it, but it was enjoyable. But he could barely move as of currently. And that thick meat stick was still lodged inside him. Amid their lust, they have reached a breaking point. And he was a little anxious with what's to come.
"I enjoyed last night," Hyeonjae murmured. He seemed to have stirred when he noticed the small movements from the man in his arms.
"You were never that rough before." Yujin's voice was hoarse, he'd spent hours begging and crying for mercy last night, all he wanted right now was a long rest. A full-blooded dragon was too strong for a half-blooded like him!
"You enjoyed it too." Hyeonjae planted kisses all around Yujin's neck and sucked on his exposed shoulder, then licked over the bite marks where he could reach. "This king is satisfied with your heartfelt cries. I'll commit it to memory."
"Really, I can't…" Yujin wanted to retort as usual, but he couldn't suppress the shivers down his back when he felt Hyeounjae's hand caress him all over. "…tell." The last word lost its edge and came out soft like a lover wanting to be coaxed. Coaxed? …Yujin wanted to strangle himself for thinking shameful thoughts.
They said nothing more, but Yujin gradually warmed up to Hyeonjae's touches.
"About your story last night. I recall that the woman became that king's lifelong partner. She'd silently accepted it because of her worries, but the two of them opened up."
"You… How did you?"
"I should know, I was the one who spread that story."
"… you sappy ahjussi."
Warm breaths fanned along the chuckles spilling from Hyeonjae's lips. "Yujin-ah." His voice was a lot gentler this time, and it was full of affection that Yujin could feel hot moisture escaping from the corners of his eyes.
Yujin liked it very much – whenever Hyeonjae called him like that in that voice. He subconsciously sniffled, unable to contain his feelings anymore.
All of Yujin's actions didn't go unnoticed. Hyeonjae pulled out of the younger man and turned him over to face him. "So happy?" He brushed away the clear drops running down Yujin's face.
"Shut up." Yujin hid his face in his hands, but it didn't manage to cover how red the exposed part of his cheeks were, or how warm his ears were becoming compared to Hyeonjae's lips that were nibbling on his earlobe.
"Yujin-ah. I love you."
Yujin hurriedly wiped his tears with his hands. "You bastard, I love you too! But did you have to transform?! And your energy was endless! Shit, that sounded like a compliment…"
This time Hyeonjae laughed unfettered, traces of contentment infused in his voice. His own dragon tail that manifested behind him swayed gently, revealing his happiness. "If I didn't, we'd get nowhere."
He didn't waste his time and pressed his lips over Yujin's, his tongue chasing after the other's as he relished in the soft moans from Yujin, teasing his heart and testing his willpower.
What he'd wanted most was now in his arms.
That day, the realm witnessed the advent of an early springtime due to the dragon's augmented blessings seeping out of the royal palace.