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Hongjoong was gliding through the gloomy clouds, the cold wind hitting his already rosy cheeks. His whole face stung from the freezing morning and his eyelashes were covered in drops of water, but after all; it was a pleasant ride. Caraxes was good to him, as always; the red dragon was one of the calmest he knew, if he was handled right. Hongjoong used this time to lay down on the top of his neck, snuggle to his scales and clear his head before the breakfast meeting with the ‘beloved’ king could begin. Bond with his dragon deeper, down to prove their shared blood. Caraxes was keeping himself in one height, not too high; winds only clapping when needed. Hongjoong switched sides and turned his head to right, the warm scales of the Blood Worm immediately heating his cheek up. He looked up, the clouds making a dragon shape above him; it looked a bit like the old drawings he could find in Wooyoung’s shelves from when he observed Hongjoong with his dragon. He smiled as he patted Caraxes, still watching the clouds; “Look, Caraxes, the clouds are making you a friend above us.”
The dragon wasn’t listening to the common tongue and kept his position until a loud roar shot through the sky and Caraxes shook in surprise. Hongjoong felt himself fall; however, his legs were tied to his saddle- he held on, still shocked as he climbed back up to the right position to grab the saddle and duck Caraxes lower. He screamed at him, finally switching to high Valyrian and Caraxes started speeding up. He just then realized what was happening to him. He leaned closer to Caraxes; trying to calm down and remember what he was told to do in a situation like this. He had to calm down before he could think what’s the best way to escape, where to turn next.
Hongjoong’s blood burned in his body. He recognized the roar from somewhere, his mind failing to remind him who it belonged to. The dragon was right behind him, a lot bigger than Caraxes himself was. Caraxes wasn’t a war trained dragon; Hongjoong knew it wouldn’t be the best idea to attack a bigger, unknown dragon multiple times his size.
The realization started to come to him as he flew higher again, the other dragon disappearing from his tail. He was being hunted.
Caraxes just just turned his whole body to right with Hongjoong, the bigger dragon slightly scratching Caraxes’s belly. His dragon screeched, the uncomfortable dolphin sound making the other dragon move away. The wing Hongjoong could still see looked familiar; fear was shading his thoughts and the rider; if he had one; was out of sight, either ducking properly or hiding well enough to be unrecognizable. He doubted a wild dragon would attack a dragon with a rider, especially this close to King’s Landing. Caraxes squealed as Hongjoong made him drop again in a dangerous angle; he risked falling as he squeezed his knees around the dragon back. The other dragon headed right back at him and Hongjoong’s heart skipped a beat as he dodged the mouth, distress rooted deeply in his throat. The dread coming from the roar of the other dragon was holding him by his neck, choking him as if the sea water meters under him was about to drown his heated fire. He felt Caraxes drop even lower as he had told him to, but the other dragon didn’t follow; he flew higher until he disappeared in the clouds- still in the same direction. They were heading to King’s Landing; if the dragon was meaning to kill him, he’d done that here, out in the wild. It had to have a rider; a wild dragon wouldn’t dip just like that; it had to be on purpose.
For the rest of the flight home, they stayed low-, close to the water, looking around too often in the fear of getting torn up. Caraxes was big, bigger than Syrax and better than Meleys or Dreamfyre; but compared to what had attacked them he was small and helpless, ready to get torn up.
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“Prince, are you well? Why is Caraxes scratched? You’ve returned sooner than expected, what was the rush? We have one more dragon scheduled to return here soon, you could’ve collided’- The dragon keepers rushed to him, looking a bit confused as Hongjoong climbed down from his back. Another dragon? Meleys was in Driftmark and Syrax wasn’t supposed to fly today, along with others. Could it be the one hunting them down?
“I’m fine, but Caraxes is hurt; I think it will heal by itself though, only the surface was scratched. We had an accident on the way back. Another dragon was following us; too fast to recognize. I’d describe it as much as thrice as big as Caraxes is. Could it be Vermithor? - the dragon keeper looked a bit distraught about the information; things like these didn’t just happen without a reason.
,,Could be, my Prince, but as I remember he doesn’t attack. Did you provoke the dragon somehow?
,,No, surely not, we were just flying. I’m not sure if it was truly an unclaimed dragon.”
,,One with a rider? They should know the Crown prince had claimed Caraxes; as well as the small court must be told if a new rider claims a dragon.”
,,So, it’s a treason.”
,,We’ll look into it, Prince, check if someone is missing.”
,,What about the other dragon that’s supposed to land later today? Who is it?” -the keeper looked away, up to the sky as his eyes scanned the now clear looking heaven. He whispered something unclear, something Hongjoong didn’t have the chance to catch. Then he looked back at him and spook up- “This information is strictly prohibited to share, My Prince. You shall be informed when it’s time. Even I don’t believe the letter I got from a raven this morning; I shall tell you about it if they don’t come.” -Hongjoong just nodded.
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It was just later when Hongjoong started to reanalyze the situation from the morning hours he had seen; the huge gray wings, the sharp, enormous claws that were a lot bigger than Caraxes’ claws; its huge head, the green scales. He walked through the cold walls of their castle, only one dragon on his mind. If it was really Vhagar, it only could mean two things; Hongjoong wasn’t sure if he liked any of them.
One; he was back; which already seemed unreal enough, or two, the previous rider of Vhagar was deceased- and whoever claimed her was trying to commit treason on the Crown Prince.
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,,I do not wish to marry her. Even if you died, I still remain the heir and have the crown without taking someone to wife; the new duties will be enough, I don’t need marriage to complicate it further. You know who is the only one I’m willing to marry.” -Hongjoong was furious with his father. It’s been months since the elder was pushing him into marriage, demanding Hongjoong to produce an heir soon; which wasn’t going to happen. The king was on his death bed; slowly but surely losing his energy to rule a kingdom. Hongjoong, as the Crown Prince was on the other hand losing his mind. He knew he had to take over Westeros as the rightful heir; however there had never existed a law for him having to be married by the time he would sit down on the Iron throne for the first time.
,,Hongjoong, she’s the best match you could find in all lands of Westeros; and the other lady isn’t bad either. You would keep good relations between our houses. Together with Leanorys you could keep the line pure, having another pure Valyrian heir. You only need one child, son, I’m not urging you to anything else. After that-“Hongjoong sighed.
,,Father, I don’t want to hear it. I will not make a child with a woman just for you to be happy. My brother shall become my heir and take Leanorys to wife. You’d get your pure Valyrian blood grandchildren who can continue or legacy from him. When my end comes near, they can take over. I don’t need to be married now.”
,,The marriage could be strictly political after you get yourself a heir! You can do anything you wish for! Take as many lovers as you please!” -the desperation in his voice got louder, ringing in Hongjoong’s ears.
,,I’m not repeating myself if you aren’t willing to listen to me. I’ll take the crown, but I’m not obligated to marry. The law isn’t pushing it either and the faith doesn’t care.”
,,But-“
,,No, have a good day, bother me only if you’ve changed your mind.”- he stood up from where he was sitting without further listening to his father’s complaints; he could say what he wanted, Hongjoong wasn’t having any of it.
Currently, as a Crown Prince and a male he couldn’t marry his preferred gender; other than that, the rules were on his side. He mustn’t provide an heir as long as his younger brother is still alive and is able to be named as the next heir; and thus, he mustn’t marry if not wished so. Hongjoong didn’t want to deal with this yet; he was tired enough of the continuous conversations about this. His father might have been sad, yes, but he didn’t have the need to spend the country’s budget for a useless multiple day celebration of his own misery; and to celebrate a forced child he wouldn’t even love. He assumed his father knew he wouldn’t sleep with a woman, but he was ignoring it as much as he could. No, he definitely knew; but this was kind of a conversation that was prohibited and forgotten to speak of.
He had duties and his affairs came last; and in addition, Yunho and Wooyoung helped him enough when he was in a need of relief from stress and tension.
He walked out of the castle, making his way to the gardens, head full of endless, whirling thoughts. He wanted to be left alone, ride Caraxes to Dragonstone and leave all politics behind. The last few moths were hectic, weddings, training a new, small dragon, dealing with the ruling of the kingdom. Hongjoong didn’t have a problem with any of that, he knew he had to do it. He just missed his freedom sometimes. Days he could read and study with his friends or spend the day flying around with Caraxes; and maybe Vhagar and his uncle.
The other male was almost free of all duties and Hongjoong hadn’t seen him for a few years now; it could be around three, four years; only the gods knew where he was. Hongjoong got used to not seeing him around anymore; he had spotted Vhagar a few months ago, but without Seonghwa on her back. He missed; he longed for him, but he was well aware he didn’t enjoy the royal life full of duties. Hongjoong wondered a lot about his uncle. Did he get married? By any chance, children? New Targaryens? After all, Seonghwa was in his mid-thirties, being fifteen years older than Hongjoong.
They used to be close.
Seonghwa was the one to show him the beauties of being a member of the royal family, helped him find the way to bond with his dragon. Showed him how to handle sword fights and hunt, taught him to ride a horse (which was a lot easier after riding on Caraxes). Taught him how to pleasure a man; he met Wooyoung through that. Hongjoong read the best of best books in Westeros with him; learned to speak fluent high Valyrian with him- very few Targaryens spoke it nowadays.
Hongjoong clearly remembers the secret conversations during dinner times; the shared, whispered gossips all around the castle without boundaries. The heated compliments that were hushed by his uncle so fast; and yet, Hongjoong saw his blue eyes glint at them. He yearned for his warm touches and calm voice; words of affirmation anytime he improved in things Seonghwa taught him and young Hongjoong learned so eagerly.
He disappeared with the cold winds that hit King’s Landing one day; quickly, one day they were eating lemon cakes on the shore, second, he was being told not to look for him anymore. Neither a goodbye, nor a simple sheet of paper; vanished completely. He knew he wasn’t dead; they’d tell him if that was the case. It soon became a taboo; Seonghwa’s name was never brought up again.
Hongjoong was fifteen years old at the time.
It was so different by now; he’d always known he would meet him again. They were bonded; they both shared the impulsive, hot blood of the old Valyrian dragons; something that brought both of them closer to heaven together than their other family members. Shared the secrets of the high Valyrian; and maybe that made Hongjoong the man he was now. Lonely, short tempered; nevertheless, intelligent, and skilled.
He stepped out on the garden grounds; the sun was almost above his head by now. The garden looked empty, no signs of human presence. He had to take a step to realize he wasn’t that alone- he recognized him almost immediately. None of the Targaryens stood so elegantly, none had their aura pour out of them so strong as Seonghwa had. His silver hair was cut short, the top slicked back. Last time Hongjoong has seen him Seonghwa wore his hair long, sometimes braided beautifully or sporting ancient Valyrian jewels. He always burned with envy when he saw Seonghwa wearing feminine clothes or longer hair than the usual male Targaryen style allowed.
His uncle was doing whatever he wished for; something Hongjoong wasn’t allowed to do. He had always worn his hair laid out a bit below his shoulders until he rebelled and cut it short; to be unique, to show he wasn’t weak after his uncle left. To become the new black sheep. He had never really achieved that; after all he couldn’t lose his privileges before he got to the crown. He envied anyone who seemed to enjoy doing things he couldn’t- but it got better when his eyes couldn’t find Seonghwa anymore.
Hongjoong’s eyes slowly dropped to Seonghwa’s neck, a scar peeking out from the collar of his shirt. It wasn’t there before. Seonghwa had always been more tanned; his skin sun kissed from all the time he spent outside, closer to the heavens with his dragon- making another hole, a deep tide between the stereotypical Targaryens. Hongjoong had always been taught to beware of the sun, keep his face pale enough.
He stood the same way he had always; tall, lean, with snatched waist. Hongjoong was left speechless, long forgotten memories filling his head. His heart suddenly ached after his words and loving touch, something he hadn’t felt in years, something he had told himself to forget about. He missed it; caught himself fighting the urge to reach out for his uncle.
He had his doubts. He feared rejection, he feared Seonghwa forgot who he was inside. He was frightened of change, the possibility of his uncle being someone he hadn’t had the chance to know yet. He hesitated, deciding between stepping out and staying put, his mind hazy with excitement and faded memories. He stayed where he was, frozen without a single movement.
,,You can come closer, I didn’t start biting from old age, Joong.’’- it was just then when Seonghwa finally turned, a warm smile displayed on his face. He was gorgeous as ever, his eyes lined with darker shades and a Targaryen necklace placed around his neck. His eyes looked older, matured, sparking with something unknown. Nothing else was different; everything looked the usual; even the earring he wore on one of his ears was still there. Seonghwa had never carried a sword, but Hongjoong knew there was a dagger tied to his inner thigh; he hoped for it to still be the dark Valyrian steel he got him back in the days. Hongjoong just hoped for it to be so important to his uncle that he kept it after those years.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, Seonghwa softly breaking into a smile. It was hesitant but genuine and Hongjoong wondered if he was allowed to touch him again. It was just a moment later when Seonghwa finally opened his arms and let the air fill his lungs fully when Hongjoong found his home again. With his nose buried in Seonghwa’s neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders and heartbeats synced after years of waiting just for this moment to happen again, he felt safe; protected. Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around his waist and back, pressing him closer and pecking his ear with a small kiss.
,,You abandoned me.”- he said, silently, and only Seonghwa realized the way he spoke; filled with forgiven pain.
,,I spared you. I was much older, you were barely a man, Hongjoong.”- he whispered back and Hongjoong only squeezed him closer- he understood.
,,But you came home.”-even after holding the man in his arms there was faint disbelief in his voice.
,,I came to you. Heard my brother is forcing you to unwanted marriage. I came to help.”
Hongjoong escaped from his hold, looking at Seonghwa’s flawless, aged face. ,,He is, but I’m the Crown Prince, you know I can’t allow myself to leave as you can just because I don’t want a woman hanging around my neck for the rest of my life.”
Seonghwa smirked at that, looking away from Hongjoong. ,,I know, but I’ve heard some things you probably haven’t. Did you know he wants to make changes in the law because of you?”
The younger frowned, his eyebrows scrunching up I confusion. ,,What law? How and why? Why would he take his actions so far? Am I about to lose my heir title?”
Seonghwa laughed and Hongjoong knew he had said something unrealistic right away.
,,No, Joong. From what I’ve heard, since you don’t wish to marry, he won’t hand the crown to you, and since your younger brother is willing to get married, the crown title would pass down to him. The issue of that is, that my beloved brother always wanted you to take the throne. He’ll do anything to make you keep the crown and marry, if you want it or not. We are also all aware your brother didn’t get the knowledge to ruling a kingdom as well as you have been getting since you were small.”
,,So, what do we do now, uncle? The current law bans same sex marriages in Westeros. It’s forbidden to do such a thing.”
Seonghwa snickered again and reached for Hongjoong’s chin; two fingers lifted his jaw to look straight into his uncle’s ocean-colored eyes- clear signs of mischief portrayed in them. ,,They were banned, yes. However, my brother, our king- he is old, and when he does things out of rage, he doesn’t think clearly about details. He sent me a note about it; how it seems, it looks like he forgot to mention same sex marriages to be forbidden in the new law.”
Hongjoong’s eyes widened at that, waiting for Seonghwa to take that back but silence confirmed his luck.
,,He won’t allow me to marry a man, Seonghwa.”
,,He will not, but the law will. You are not obligated to ask- you can just do it now.’’
Hongjoong’s head was full, spiraling trough all possibilities. He could get what he wanted; even if he couldn’t marry the object of his desires; someone who was occupying his dreams for years. There was hope, but it was almost impossible; he could always try; try and ask, try, and reach his dreams; place his heart in paradise.
Seonghwa came closer again, studying Hongjoong’s face as he wrapped his arms around his waist again and pulled him close, their hips touching and legs intertwining. Hongjoong placed his arms the same as Seonghwa leaned in, his warm breath making Hongjoong drunk. Their foreheads touched after a few seconds; their eyes shared many unspoken words that Hongjoong had missed.
,,What now, uncle?”-he asked, switching to high Valyrian, their lips almost touching as he spoke; the old language easily rolling down his tongue, feeling a lot more natural with his former teacher.
,,You are aware of what we ca finally do, Joong, you know it the best.”
Hongjoong’s eyes were closed by then, but a soft smile spread across his lips as Seonghwa pressed a kiss to the tip of Hongjoong’s pointy nose. He almost fainted in his arms; it felt rather unreal, a dream that he was now holding in the fist of his hand. ,,The dragon in the morning, hunting me down, that was you.”
Seonghwa pulled away with giggles and turned to look at the old tree again. ,,Yes, of course it was. I bet I made old Vhagar do too much to be honest, I should have taken Sunfyre for this; however, I wanted to intimidate you with ‘size’’’
,,I thought I was about to get killed.”
Seonghwa laughed louder, turning back to Hongjoong. He circled him and leaned closer to the back of his neck, Hongjoong leaning his head to the side for better access. Seonghwa’s lips trailed his skin from the corner where his jaw and ear joined down to the collar of Hongjoong’s skin, sucking down hard above his collarbone, earning a small whine from Hongjoong before he pecked his cheek and stood in front of him again. He cupped his face; his thumb placed on Joong’s chapped lips. Seonghwa averted his eyes from his mouth to Hongjoong’s purple eyes, the previous smirk changing.
,,Darling, no one can kill you but me.”
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The sea was loud below the rock they were standing on, the waves crashing loudly under the stormy sky. The common people would say the weather was fighting against the unholy act the old gods were about to witness. Targaryens, however; for them, blood of Old Valyria, it was different. They were thriving from the sounds of the storm; it meant well, the storm was a sign of agreement. Hongjoong and Seonghwa stood on the edge, their traditional white robes dipped in blood, the bleached material soaking the red, sticking to their shoulders. Hongjoong has small ornaments braided into his long hair, matching with Seonghwa’s necklaces. They were only a few inches apart, sunk deep inside each other’s eyes. They held hands; their palms wrapped around the other’s forearm tightly, their fingers dirty from gore.
Wooyoung, San and Yunho were standing on the side while Yeosang was silently reciting their vows in their old language; though it seemed neither of the five were truly listening. Only thing Hongjoong was truly seeing was the small star in Seonghwa’s eye and he thought about younger Hongjoong locked up in his bedroom, dreaming about this moment.
When it finally came down to finalize the bond, a dagger was handed to him. He did not hesitate to run it down across his palm, diving it deep to draw out blood. He looked back up to his soon to be husband, who’s gaze got darker- he was staring at Hongjoong’s cut open hand, almost hungry. He turned the dagger to him and the older followed, letting the dark blood run down from his palm too. He joined their hands as Seonghwa leaned down to take his lips between his own and cliché enough, Hongjoong wanted to stay in that moment forever. He got what he wanted, he didn’t need anything more. There, in the embrace of his long-lost lover whom he desired for so long; he was content.
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Blood was still dripping down from their clothes as they hurriedly ran across the hall, leaving a small trail of splotches behind them. Sometimes Seonghwa stopped to grab Hongjoong by his clothes and push him against the wall, kissing him until none of them could take a breath anymore. Hongjoong smiled against Seonghwa’s lips, almost giggling into the sweet kiss. The feeling of victory and achievement was ringing in his head, love overpowering all his senses.
Seonghwa was holding him by his collar and under the side of his thigh, the hard surface of the wall hurting his back. He couldn’t care less as Seonghwa’s hard on was poking the inner side of his leg. The tips of Hongjoong’s finger touched the erected bulge forming under Seonghwa’s clothes. Seonghwa licked his lower lip, pushing his tongue inside. Hongjoong pushed Seonghwa away, hands on chest, his breath heavy. His lips were shiny from saliva and Seonghwa leaned in again, pushing his thumb inside. Hongjoong’s lips immediately wrapped around it, his tongue playfully licking the tip as he looked up to his uncle. He was wearing a small smile on his face, but he moved his head to the side, his lips appearing next to the shell of Hongjoong’s ear.
,,Come on, Joong, you want to do it here? For others to see? You’re mine now, don’t forget that.”- Shivers ran down the younger male’s back, dick leaking underneath the robes from anticipation. Seonghwa stepped away and pulled his thumb out, reaching his other hand out for Hongjoong to hold and pulled him further to enter Hongjoong’s chamber.
Hongjoong felt himself to be thrown to the bed and Seonghwa pinned him down harshly, trapping him underneath, and Hongjoong felt hunted again. The older grabbed his wrists, pinning him above his head as he kissed him again, feverishly. Hongjoong pushed his hips up to hump against Seonghwa, but his hands instantly pinned his hips back to steady him down. Hongjoong whined as his uncle stopped kissing him and disconnected, one eyebrow cocking up as he smiled, still close to Hongjoong’s face. He already looked fucked out under him, his puffy lips asking for more.
,,Don’t be so needy.”- he kissed the side of his neck and reached down to his leg, pulling out his dagger, the very same one as Hongjoong had given him. While one of his hands was holding Hongjoong’s hip, the second reached out to trace the veins on his neck with the tip of the blade. Shivers ran down his spine, fear and pleasure filling him as the blade travelled down to his collarbones. He pressed the knife down, scratching it enough to draw a small amount of blood. Hongjoong hissed and Seonghwa laid his tongue over the wound. The prince was so, so painfully hard, he ached for a single touch, and he thought he will come from only this if he keeps it up. Seonghwa’s hand was still pressing down on his hip, moving towards his throbbing dick, palming him through his pants.
The dagger travelled from his neck down to his shirt and suddenly, Seonghwa yanked his arm and the white cloth on Hongjoong’s torso tore to two halves. He gasped again when the tip appeared back on his skin, and he felt it on his rib. He paid no more attention to it as Seonghwa started licking around his nipples, circling them with his tongue. They were both hard and Seonghwa was fighting the urge to bite down on them.
Seonghwa’s hands hooked on the side of his husband’s pants and pulled, Hongjoong’s cock spurting free, the head red, waiting for a touch. He wanted to bite down on something and scream so bad but instead he whined as he felt Seonghwa pulling down the last piece of cloth he had on himself.
He felt his lips travel from the bottom of his feet to his calf, knee and back up to his thigh before he found Hongjoong’s lips again. Seonghwa sucked on his bottom lip for access and tapped his thigh before he pulled away again, leaving Hongjoong breathless on the bed. He walked over to the cabin nearby, pouring himself wine as he sat down to the chair, facing the bed. Hongjoong propped himself up on his elbows, searching for his eye contact. When he found it, a slight smirk was playing around his face and eyes were glistening with mischief.
,,Why are you there?”
,,I want you to pleasure yourself first, before I get to touch you more.”- Hongjoong whined and he sat up, wanting to get up and walk over to the elder, but his lover put up his index finger and Hongjoong sat back down. ,,You will do as I say, Joong.”
Hongjoong mumbled under his breath.
,,Touch yourself for me.” – Hongjoong rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed as he saw Seonghwa sip his wine with crossed legs and unbothered expression. He touched the tip of his cock- it was not unfamiliar, but the craving for his lover was affecting his mind. He wanted more. He wanted Seonghwa’s silky fingers touch his skin, ravish him until his mind was blank.
He only started to run his fingers up and down, almost not even touching himself; the light touches made him eve more worked up. When he finally locked the fingers around his cock, he bit his lip, muting any sound that could come out, only for his uncle to let out an unpleasant sound. Hongjoong looked up to him and released the lip from his teeth, moving his thumb over his leaking head and smearing his precum down the shaft. As he was fisting his dick, his other hand found it’s way to his nipple, clasping one of the buds between his fingers. Seonghwa nodded, as in a way of approval, and Hongjoong pulled on it, finding it much more pleasant than when he was alone. Seonghwa’s stare was heavy on his body, ravishing him every inch. He doubted Seonghwa missed a spot on him as he looked at him repeatedly.
Hongjoong felt beautiful.
He felt himself coming close to his climax, slowly pulling his hand away as he shuddered, flipping himself on the bed. Now on fours, he reached for the oil on the table besides the bed and coated his fingers in it. He reached behind him, one finger massaging his own entrance before he slipped it inside. He breathed out, his walls squeezing the finger inside and Hongjoong lowered his head. He was fully aware of Seonghwa’s gaze, but it was all too much. He thrusted in a few times before he slipped in a second, opening himself up more for his husband.
He heard Seonghwa putting away his cup and walking over to the bed, his shoes staying where he was previously sitting when he suddenly felt the elder’s hand on his back. He arched his back better when the hand slid to his ass, tenderly caressing the halves. Hongjoong flinched when a harsh slap landed on it, making him pull his fingers out, followed by a whine. His head dropped to the sheets, Seonghwa’s other hand joined on the small of his back.
,,Your fingers aren’t enough for you, Joong? Do you need something longer inside your hole to be satisfied?”- He smiled as he kneeled on the bed behind his nephew, holding him by his hips as he leaned down to plant small kisses on the curve of his ass. ,,Pass me the oil?”- it took a few second to understand what Seonghwa was asking of him, but he passed the oil vial behind him.
,,What a good boy, always been ready for my fingers. So ready to be filled.”
,,Yes but-“ -Hongjoong’s moans filled the chamber and his eyelids dropped heavy on his eyes as Seonghwa’s fingers entered him, two at once, gently dipping inside. He slid them in deep, his long fingers reaching to places Hongjoong had never reached by himself.
,,I’m almost jealous you’ve been playing around with your two friends and didn’t wait for me.”- Seonghwa said.
,,If you’ve been here, I would.”- the response earned Hongjoong another slap on his thigh and the fingers disappeared. Hongjoong cried out, hole gaping around nothing. -,, No, Seonghwa please, put them back, I didn’t mean it like that-“
Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong’s hair from behind and pulled him to himself by his hair, Hongjoong almost afraid to open his eyes. His throat gagged from the uncomfortable angle, arms reaching out to hold into something just to find himself helpless.
,,My boy, my sweet sweet boy. Open your eyes or me, will you?” – Hongjoong kept them closed until Seonghwa moved his other hand to his throat and put pressure on the sides. Hongjoong’s lack of breath forced him to look up to his lover, who’s eyes looked like a deep blue sea during a storm. -,, You still need to learn your place between us, don’t you? Opening your pretty little mouth on me like that. Would look better stuffed with cock. If I hear any other complaint, you don’t get to cum. Not tonight, not tomorrow, get it?”- As Hongjoong shook his head, he dropped the younger completely, his body hitting the bed.
,,I’m sorry please, touch me, I promise I won’t say anything else..”-
,,If you need it so bad”- Seonghwa slid back in the two of his fingers, returning to their previous position before he quickly added another finger, earning a moan from his younger husband. ,,I bet my dick would slide in so easily. I could make it so hard you wouldn’t even be able to hold yourself up.”
Hongjoong only let out a smuggled please, his whole face blushed in shades of pink. Seonghwa thrusted in with three of his fingers, hitting the spot and Hongjoong tried to calm his voice down. The fingers felt so good inside him, he felt full, relieved, and loved. And humiliated, but that’s something he would never admit, especially not how hard he was from it. He was so close again and Seonghwa could feel it from his higher moans, but the younger tapped his thigh with urge. His dick hurt, red and leaking as if it was never touched.
,,Come on, come for me, come just from this, hm?”- Seonghwa laid over Hongjoong, talking into his neck. When his climax hit, his whole body felt light, swimming on a cloud. Seonghwa bit down on his neck, the pain only adding to his pleasure. As Hongjoong was calming down, Seonghwa switched to sit in front of him, holding him close so Hongjoong could listen to his heartbeat. ,,Was that so intense for you, lover boy?”- he laughed quietly. Hongjoong was just drunk with desire, drowned in love for his husband. His scent filled his nostrils, his senses only reacting to that.
He’d wait an eternity for him to come back and find him. And now, laying in his arms, he achieved everything he wished for. And maybe he loved a bit too much, but he’d never regret it.
,,I have different plans for us tonight, though. How about you sit up for me?”- Hongjoong sat up wordlessly, legs dangling down the bed as Seonghwa pulled down his own robes and sat across his lap. Hongjoong slowly joined their lips, it wasn’t heated anymore- it was fleeting as if they had never kissed before. Shy touches of their lips, their skin almost vibrating with plea. ,,Touch me, you might find something, hm? Don’t be shy, I’m all yours.”
Hongjoong reached down, his puppy eyes staring at his husband in a bliss, until his fingers found a glass in Seonghwa’s entrance. ,,May I?”- he asked, Seonghwa just kissing him in return as Hongjoong took out the plug. He knew what it meant, Seonghwa had prepared for this night, all open for him. Hongjoong’s hands moved to hold Seonghwa’s bottom as Seonghwa’s moved to his shoulders and around his neck, holding him close as he kissed him. Hongjoong positioned himself to his hole. He didn’t wait, rushing it all as he pushed himself in and they moaned into each other’s lips.
As he helped Seonghwa move, they broke their kiss and Seonghwa threw his head back rolling his hips on him.
,,Hongjoong oh my god.”- Hongjoong was too busy with decorating his neck with bites and kisses, the two dragons finally unifying in one. It was all meant to be, twisted, unholy and dirty, but meant to be. His cock moved so good inside Seonghwa, filling him everywhere.
It wasn’t about his pleasure anymore. It was all for Seonghwa, Hongjoong was willing to give him the world if his husband wished for it. Hell, he was willing to let him go if it meant for the other to be happy and free.
,,Do you want me to touch you, Hwa?” -Seonghwa just smiled, leaning his head down to rest his forehead on the top of his shoulder while he kissed the wound he made and smiled into it.
,,No, I’m close, I want to do it by myself tonight.”- as he said it, he pushed Hongjoong to lay down, positioning his hands over his chest to hold himself up as he slammed himself down. Their blue eyes met as Seonghwa came, shaking with pleasure.
He laid down on top of Hongjoong, letting him inside him hard, snuggling close to his neck.
,,We are no better than any of our ancestors, are we?”
Hongjoong looked at him, scanning his face skin, nose, up to his eyebrows.
,,I guess you don’t beat the genes, love. Disgusting, evil, bad or not, I know I want you, that is all that matters to me.”