Work Text:
When Rang came of age, he couldn’t wait to try alcohol for the first time. It had been Yeon’s insistence that he keep away from it until now, wanting to ensure his dongsaeng was raised to be a healthy, young man, first and foremost. Considering his half-human heritage, Yeon wasn’t entirely sure how he would develop, having so little experience with half-demons. But to his pleasant surprise, Rang grew up into a robust and hearty gumiho.
Yeon smiled to himself. It felt like only yesterday when he’d ventured out from his mountain to discover the young, frail child abandoned in the forest of undead. He could hardly believe he’d been gifted a child, a brother, a family - and had taken it upon himself to teach Rang all he could about the world. Fifteen years had already come and gone, and the two of them remained here - in Yeon’s home on his mountain - enjoying every day together more than the last.
And tonight, they could celebrate Rang’s coming of age with another new experience.
“Alright, Rang-ah. Listen up.”
Yeon sat on one side of their usual dinner table, with a curious and lively Rang opposite him. The table had a variety of things upon it, many of which Rang had not seen before. To one side, a selection of delicious looking and smelling snacks sat bundled together. Then to the other side, a selection of glasses and bottles filled with what could only be assumed to be alcohol. Rang licked his lips, barely able to sit still.
“I know you’re anxious to have your first drink, however, there is much to learn about proper drinking etiquette, especially when drinking with others,” Yeon said, clearing his throat.
He reached for the glasses to the side, bringing two over; one for each of them.
“Here are our glasses. And today, I’ve brought a few bottles of soju.” Yeon gestured to one of the many small bottles to his right, before pointing towards his left. “There’s also food here, as it’s traditionally drunk with salty snacks, depending on the drink, to compliment the taste.”
Rang nodded along, leaning a little bit closer, watching with wide eyes.
“It is important to remember that the eldest drinks first. In this case, that would be me,” Yeon continued. “That being the case, I would not pour my own drink - you would pour mine for me.”
Rang made note of that. For any night the two of them shared drinks, Yeon would be the first, and Rang would pour his drink. Made sense so far.
“On this occasion, I will play the role of the younger, then, you can copy.” Yeon pointed directly before them. “Now, we both have a glass in front of us. You then pick up the bottle with your right, and must ensure you use both hands when pouring. Like so.”
Yeon reached to the closest bottle of soju with one hand, bringing it towards the glasses. His left hand drew back the sleeve of his hanbok, resting upon his arm. Slowly, he poured Rang’s glass, then his own, before returning the bottle to the table, and his hands to his lap.
“Both cups are full and ready, but before drinking, we will each raise our glass, keeping our second hand on the chest or arm.” Yeon did as he said, waiting for Rang to copy, which he was quick to do so. Once both glasses were in the air, and hands settled in their correct position, he continued. “Then clink them together, ensuring the elder’s glass is slightly higher than other’s.”
The two glasses met with a gentle sound. Rang blinked, licking his lips again, wanting to taste it already. He continued watching Yeon closely, ensuring not to miss a single step.
“Then finally, we turn to the side, and drink.” Yeon turned away, downing the whole glass in a single mouthful. He turned back towards Rang with a soft sigh, relishing the delicious taste and warmth as it travelled down his throat. “The first is usually drunk in full. Afterwards you can take your time if you wish,” he explained, placing his now-empty glass back upon the table.
After a moment’s hesitation, Rang mirrored him, taking the entire drink in a single swift motion. When he turned back to face Yeon, his face was screwed up, holding back an awkward cough. The taste was not what he’d expected, and Yeon couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. It was certainly the type of taste one must acquire over time and practice.
“You’ll get used to it, Rang-ah. Trust me.” Yeon picked up the bottle again, filling both glasses this time, eager to continue. “Whenever an elder’s glass is empty, fill it up as soon as you notice.” The two of them clinked glasses again. “Don’t force yourself to drink too quickly now, especially until you become more used to the flavour.”
Rang nodded again, bringing the glass back to his lips but taking a smaller sip, and holding the liquid for a moment. He slowly swallowed it down, noting that same slight burn and warmth it left.
“Here—” Yeon dragged one of the plates of snacks from the side, offering it to Rang. “Makes sure to eat, as well. Not only to complement the flavour, but to ensure the drink won’t affect you too quickly.”
Rang’s eyes lit up, eyeing the offer immediately. He was quick to accept, barely able to speak as his mouth was constantly full of snacks or drink. It was an endearing sight, and Yeon wanted to ensure there was no rush. The night was young, and there was much more to experience before morning light.
“Now...” Yeon grinned, raising his glass. “Let’s get down to drinking, shall we?”
Yeon held the glass to his lips, smirking as he continued to observe his brother.
Rang’s face was flushed. He was swaying gently left to right with a ridiculous grin on his face. Yeon couldn’t believe how far they’d come since he’d first brought Rang back to live here. Those early days were difficult. Rang had experienced so much hurt and abuse at such a young age. It took months to gain his trust, even longer to gain his affections. Now, the Rang here before him didn’t resemble that small, helpless child in the slightest.
That said, Yeon feared for their future. He wondered what would happen now that Rang was all grown up. Would he want to leave home, and explore the world? Would he want to discover what existed out there, far away, without Yeon beside him? The thought of separation scared him. They’d grown so close, especially as of late. Yeon hated to admit how his feelings had begun to shift into something different, something far more intimate and primal. An unfamiliar tinge of possessiveness sprouting forth.
Yeon wanted him, in every sense of the word. Rang wasn’t a child anymore. He was something more than a brother to Yeon. His beauty was indescribable, only refining more with each passing day. Yeon desired him. He wanted to grow closer. To hold Rang against him at night. To kiss his lips, touch his skin, and explore all the ways they could draw pleasure from one another. To take Rang as his mate, and continue to live together, and even raise a family by each other’s side.
If Yeon didn’t sort out his feelings soon, he feared what his obsession would lead him to do - not wishing any harm to come to his dongsaeng, yet his desires continued to grow to uncontrollable levels.
Rang was beyond excited. He loved any excuse to spend time with his hyung, taking any and every opportunity to learn more from him. Yeon was a wealth of knowledge, and not only that, but he always made learning fun and interesting. Even if Rang had no care for what he had to teach, he’d listen intently regardless, wanting to remain close to his beloved hyung.
If he was entirely honest with himself, there was much more he wanted to learn. He was full of questions, but embarrassment often caused him to hesitate. There were certain feelings Rang had been experiencing of late, some of which became stronger day by day, to the point where they could no longer be ignored. He couldn’t quite understand what they meant - at least, not yet - and wondered how Yeon would react if he spoke his mind.
Rang wanted to get closer to his hyung. He wanted to hug him more often, to be close, and feel his warmth. He wanted more excuses to snuggle together at night, regardless if it was cold or not. He wanted to bathe together, to use it as an excuse to touch his hyung’s body. And most of all - he wanted to kiss his hyung on the lips, and never break free.
Rang flushed at the thought, thankful that drink hid his embarrassment. The thought of kissing would lead to more, if he understood correctly. There was much he still didn’t know. Rang had heard of the word sex before. He’d been in the local human village from time to time, and seen places where humans would partake in such an act. He’d even caught sight of his hyung touching himself when he thought he was alone. Rang was guilty of lingering in that moment, encapsulated by such an erotic sight, recalling the feeling that ran through him. He’d felt shivers down his spine, and a sudden, intense need to touch himself as well.
That night had only further fuelled Rang’s curiosity. He noted how different their bodies were. He felt so small in comparison, in every part of his body. Rang wondered if he was still growing, yet to fully mature, or if his half-human side caused stunted growth in comparison to his hyung’s full-blooded gumiho heritage. It didn’t matter, really. All Rang wanted to do was touch his hyung’s body, and explore all of their differences. He wanted to feel good, and make his hyung feel good.
Rang wanted Yeon to teach him all there was to learn about pleasure - and hoped tonight would be the night he finally had the chance to cross that line.
Rang threw his head back, finishing off his glass. Placing it back upon the table, he accidentally knocked it over, before trying his best to sit it upright again. He was giggling to himself, face beet red from all the drink he’d consumed. To Yeon’s surprise, he was still awake, and still keen for more.
“You’re getting the hang of this, Rang-ah,” Yeon said, taking the chance to top up his glass. If he left it to Rang, he was convinced he’d make a mess at this point.
“Such a strange feeling...” Rang mumbled, eyes opening and closing slowly. “I’ve never felt anything like it...”
“Usually a few drinks to take the edge off are enough. Make you a little dizzy, a little fuzzy. It’s a detriment to your health to drink too much, though,” Yeon said, eyeing Rang closely as he spoke, noting his words falling on deaf ears. “That, and you won’t like how you feel in the morning. The after effects are... uncomfortable, to say the least.”
“I don’t care.” Rang pouted, snatching up his glass again. “That sounds like a problem for... tomorrow me.”
Yeon laughed at his bluntness. “Now that is something I can drink to.”
Yeon couldn’t remember how their conversation had led to this, but once he started rambling, he found it difficult to stop. “I wish I could remember my mother. I only have a few fleeting memories of her,” Yeon said, sighing with a sudden sense of melancholy. “Her coat was as white as snow. She was royalty, I think. Or perhaps that was father... hard to recall after all this time.”
Rang was mesmerised. He was leaning forward on the table, head held up with his hands. “She sounds so beautiful,” Rang replied with a slight slur to his speech, taking another bite of whatever food was within range.
Yeon nodded lazily. “She certainly was. Father never deserved her. I don’t know much, but looking back now, their marriage must have been an arrangement.” His brow furrowed, remaining perplexed how the two of them even met, let alone were able to create him from their union. “Nothing else makes sense. But, it hardly matters now.”
Yeon shrugged, pulling himself forward, and nearly losing his balance. He discovered his glass full again, and smiled. Rang was doing such a good job keeping up with him. He was pleasantly surprised. Taking another sip, Yeon continued to reminisce.
“Mother said that one day, I would find someone who I loved wholeheartedly, and who would return that same love to me.” Yeon sighed, looking down into his empty glass with contemplation. “I think she didn’t want me to settle for someone incompatible, though she insisted a fox only ever had one love. I guess that means I’d have to pursue it, in that case, should I ever meet someone like that...”
Rang perked up at his words, curious to learn more. “Hyung...” He trailed off for a moment, biting his lip nervously. “Tell me... what is it like?” Rang asked with bated breath, keen to understand the concept.
Yeon blinked, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean, Rang-ah?”
“I...” Rang glanced away, looking as shy as a child. “Love. The feeling... loving someone... how do you know if you feel that way?” His question was innocent, but far more complicated than he realised.
Yeon hummed, contemplating such a concept. “That depends. There are many types of love. But I’m guessing you mean the romantic type?” He smiled, watching as his dongsaeng nodded bashfully in response. “I’m afraid I can’t be of much use to you. Love is not something I have experienced myself, but I feel it is something that you would recognise once you felt it. You’d probably want to hold them, and kiss them, and...” Yeon shrugged, finding it difficult to explain. “Rang-ah, you have grown into a handsome gumiho. I have no doubt that whoever you grow fond of would feel the same. You’re still young, and shouldn’t have such worries yet.”
“R-right.” Rang averted his gaze rather suddenly, awkwardly manoeuvring himself to his feet. Balance was unsteady, and his first step led to tripping over himself.
Yeon was quick to act, darting over and catching Rang before he could fall. “Alright. I think you’ve had enough,” he said with a soft tone of voice. “Come, Rang-ah. Let’s get you to bed.”
Rang pouted, not wanting the fun to be over. He didn’t want to sleep just yet but wouldn’t complain. Yeon lifted him to his feet, wrapping an arm around his middle, keeping them both balancing on one another. They slowly but surely stumbled towards their room. Yeon left him there for a moment, leaning against the wall. Meanwhile, he lazily threw down their bedding, all the while Rang’s eyes bore into his back.
The moment Yeon turned back and approached his dongsaeng, Rang lunged forward, wrapping around Yeon’s waist in an awkward, tight hug. The sudden movement caused Yeon to stumble back, tripping over himself and slipping on the bedding behind him. Losing his balance, Yeon instinctively clutched Rang close as they fell - Yeon collapsing onto his back, keeping Rang protectively above him.
“Are... you okay?” Yeon asked, wincing at the slight bump now residing on his head. “That was close.”
“Yeah.” Rang nodded, mumbling into Yeon’s chest. He didn’t want to move just yet, loving the warmth and closeness. “Hyung... will you teach me other things too?” He asked, twisting his head upwards to almost reach Yeon’s line of sight.
“Of course, Rang-ah.” Yeon reached for him, pulling him up a little higher so he could get a better look of his expression. “Anything you want.” He was insistent, offering a smile.
Rang licked his lips, swallowing thickly. “Do you promise?” He pressed, nerves getting the better of him.
Yeon chuckled softly, pinching Rang’s cheek playfully. “Anything for you, Rang-ah. Now tell me.”
“Hyung...” Rang’s voice was barely above a whisper. He braced himself upon Yeon’s chest, hands digging into the elder’s hanbok. “I... want a kiss.”
Yeon forgot how to breathe. He stared at Rang; his slightly parted lips, his flustered cheeks, and half-lidded eyes. The world around him stopped for a fraction of a second, and for a moment, Yeon feared he was dreaming. There was no possibility Rang had asked to kiss him - was there? If so, Yeon couldn’t say no.
“Please, hyung.” Rang fidgeted, pleading now. “Y-you promised.”
Yeon knew that. He wanted to kiss him, too. Of course he wanted to kiss him! And Rang was offering that. His dear, sweet, adorable dongsaeng - so innocent, so beautiful - so curious and untouched. Yeon felt guilt at the thought of dirtying him, of taking such an important first experience. Yet at the same time, he wanted to take that step, claim his dongsaeng, and keep him all to himself. The feeling was mutual - so why should he deny either of them from such pleasures?
Yeon didn’t speak. Instead, he brought a hand to rest on the back of Rang’s neck, urging him closer. Rang complied quickly, climbing Yeon’s body until their faces were nearly touching. Yeon hesitated for a moment, then crossed a new boundary. He pressed a soft kiss to Rang’s lips, lingering awkwardly for a moment. Yeon could admit he was also inexperienced, but was afraid of would happen if Rang didn’t push him away, if the kiss became more heated.
Did his young dongsaeng even understand what he was asking for? He had to be certain that this wasn’t misinterpreted.
“Rang-ah...” Yeon mumbled against his lips, pulling back. “I need you to know that a kiss like this is only for the one you love.” He swallowed thickly, trying to remain level-headed. “The one you desire. The one you wish to marry. Your mate. Do you understand?” Yeon asked, clarifying as best he could.
“I know that, hyung.” Rang panted breathlessly. His eyes never left Yeon’s lips. “Again. Please...”
Yeon was already kissing him again, barely allowing Rang time to finish his request. This time, the kiss was firmer, with a little more pressure. Yeon was experimenting, gradually intensifying their embrace with each of Rang’s reactions. He melted when Rang moaned into his mouth, wanting desperately to hear him again. And again. And again.
Yeon was losing control. He couldn’t stop now, growing impatient, wanting more. Rang’s touch was electrifying. Yeon couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His hands were everywhere. Yeon was holding Rang firmly, moving them, shifting their positions. He pushed Rang into the bedding, lips never leaving his, hands roaming beneath clothing. Yeon had been so hard for what felt like forever, seeking to grind, to gain even a little relief. He left Rang’s lips to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, before—
“Ah! Hyung!” Rang cried out, arching into his touch, fingers digging into Yeon’s arms. “W-wait!”
Yeon froze. He pulled back in a sudden panic. “Rang-ah...” Yeon was at a loss for words. What had he been doing? He’d gotten ahead of himself, before even realising it. “Sorry, I— don’t know what came over me.” He tried to move away, but was immediately stopped by clinging hands.
“Wait, hyung, I need to... I need to tell you something. What you were saying before, I... I do, hyung. I...” Rang was breathing raggedly, struggling to catch his breath after such an intense kiss. “I doubted myself before, but I understand now. I love you, hyung. I do. I want to be yours.” His hands were clinging to Yeon as if his life depended on it, searching his eyes. “Please, hyung. Please.”
“Rang-ah...” Yeon collapsed on him, hugging him closely, kissing him again and again. “I love you too, Rang-ah...” He did, more than words could do justice.
The floodgates had opened; Rang had accepted him, wanted him in the same way. Yeon couldn’t contain himself. There were so many things he wanted to do, to explore, to experience; so many words to say, and ways to express his love. Their bodies were hard and needy. Yeon pushed himself up on steady hands, kissing down Rang’s neck to his collar bone. He pulled open Rang’s hanbok, continuing down his stomach, loving the soft embarrassed sounds escaping Rang’s lips the further he travelled.
Rang was hard, just as Yeon was. How cute. “I can teach you other things, if you like... More than just kissing.” Yeon pressed his face against Rang’s clothed crotch. “I want to show you... how to feel good...” Nuzzling between his thighs, Yeon felt his hardness, inhaling his delightful scent.
“Please!” Rang arched his back into Yeon’s touch. “Hyung, please—”
Yeon’s hand began rubbing Rang through the fabric, adding pressure to his cock. “This... have you touched yourself here, Rang-ah?” Yeon asked slyly.
He received a shy nod, Rang biting back his cries of pleasure.
“And do you think about me?” Yeon purred, finally freeing Rang’s cock from beneath clothing. It bounced against his stomach, twitching, yearning for touch; the perfect size, complimenting Rang’s body. “Have you wanted me to do this to you?” Yeon asked, taking Rang’s cock in a firm hand, breathing gently against it.
“Y-yes. Yes, hyung. I always— ah— dream of you.” Rang’s legs were tensing, head thrown from side to side.
Yeon began pumping his cock, slowly, from tip to base. “Rang-ah... you’re so aroused.” A bead of pre-come glistened at the head. He was so needy and desperate. “I envy your youth. Your beauty. My dongsaeng...”
Without warning, Yeon pressed Rang’s cock between his lips, sucking on the head. Rang cried out, running a hand through Yeon’s hair, holding on to it firmly. The elder continued, humming around his brother’s cock, swallowing down the entire length with ease. Yeon was inexperienced, but was quick to catch on to what produced the most delicious responses from Rang; abusing them until he was coming undone.
Rang’s moans were intensifying, legs shivering, fingers tightening in his hair. “Wait, hyung, I—”
Yeon braced himself, knowing full well what to expect. He held his breath, tightening his lips, hands remaining firmly on Rang’s hips. The younger bucked upwards, crying out - coming harder than he’d ever experienced before. Yeon struggled at first, nearly choking as hot come shot down his throat. He held back the reflex to cough, focusing on breathing, swallowing everything that was provided to him. Yeon eventually released Rang’s cock, licking up all the remnants of come between them.
Rang shuddered, staring down at Yeon in amazement. He was breathless, coming down from his high, silenced in the afterglow of his powerful orgasm. It was clear how surprised he was by Yeon’s actions - not only from sucking his cock, but swallowing his come in such a lewd manner. But Yeon just smiled, making his way back up Rang’s body, finally untying Rang’s hanbok completely and pushing it towards his sides.
Yeon’s clothing was falling open, his taught chest on display. His own cock yearned for friction. By the time he returned to Rang’s lips, he settled between those inviting thighs, searching Rang’s half-lidded eyes for signs of life. Despite the taste left on his lips, Rang reached up for another kiss, mumbling his brother’s name with continued neediness.
Yeon was still painfully hard, and was losing his mind with yearning to be touched. He leaned back until he was sitting on his feet, pulling Rang’s hips towards him, thighs either side of his hips. Yeon reached between them, pulling free his cock, stroking himself lazily. The sight before him was to die for. Rang looked even cuter than he’d ever imagined - and his eyes lit up the moment he laid eyes on his hyung’s huge cock. When they were side by side, the size different was noticeable.
Before Rang could reach out and touch him, Yeon’s own curiosity was getting the better of him. He dragged Rang closer, pushing his legs higher, and exposing his lower half. Rang was taken aback by the sudden movement, unable to find the words to protest as Yeon found what he was looking for, hidden between his legs. Rang’s twitching, puckered entrance; untouched and needy, even if he didn’t realise it yet. Yeon ran a thumb over that spot, watching as Rang’s cock twitched in response.
Rang gasped, eyes wide and panicked. “Hyung, wait, that’s—”
“It’s alright, Rang-ah,” Yeon soothed, applying a little more pressure, rubbing the tight muscle in an attempt to relax it. “I want to show you how good you can feel here...”
Yeon momentarily removed his hand, searching the room for something. Glancing at a box in the corner, he reached inside and searched around for a particular bottle, bringing it over and pulling off the lid. It contained a scented oil, usually meant to be served with food, but would come in handy for what he had in mind tonight. Yeon poured some over his fingers, squishing them together, allowing the lubricant to cover his skin.
“Relax,” Yeon whispered, noting Rang’s confusion and apprehension. “I promise you’ll feel good,” he added, before lifting Rang’s hips once more, and returning his fingers to his entrance.
The first slipped in with little effort, shocking them both. Rang shuddered, his thighs attempting to close on instinct from embarrassment. Yeon continued saying sweet words of encouragement, gradually moving his digit in a slow, thrusting motion, pressing and searching. Rang was incredibly tight, which was to be expected - but even then, Yeon wondered if it would be possible to enact what he desired unless Rang could relax himself more.
Growing impatient, Yeon slipped in a second finger, encountering a little more resistance. Rang threw his head back, moaning at the sudden doubling of size, and how Yeon began to twist and scissor his fingers inside him. Yeon was grinning, alcohol going to his head. He had always dreamt about touching Rang so intimately - knowing it was wrong, knowing Rang couldn’t possibly understand, or feel the same. He’d be angered by the thought of Rang with another, wanting his dongsaeng all to himself.
There was a mutual desire between them. This couldn’t be just the alcohol talking.
Yeon suddenly paused once he’d found it. A specific spot. A very tender area, deep inside. Rang had shouted out in surprise, unintentionally clenching around his hyung’s fingers. “There it is,” Yeon purred, ensuring he didn’t abuse that particular bundle of nerves too much whilst the night remained young. “I told you I would make you feel good...”
“I want to—” Rang failed to get a complete sentence out between gasps and moans, so Yeon paused for a moment, knuckle deep inside him. “Hyung, I want to touch you, too,” he said, fumbling his hands between them, searching for Yeon’s cock.
They’d both seen each other’s naked forms before. It was only natural when it came to bathing, and sharing close quarters. But this was different. Rang hadn’t seen this expression on his hyung before, nor had he ever touched another’s cock. It was far larger than he’d anticipated, wondering what he should do with it. Yeon groaned as Rang tightened his grip, and began jerking his cock, keeping in time with Yeon’s fingers as they began thrusting again.
“Tell me, Rang-ah. Do you know how two people make love, how they connect with one another?” Yeon abruptly withdrew his fingers, taking his cock from Rang’s grasp. “Here... like this...” Yeon’s heart was racing, cock twitching, nudging it against Rang’s entrance. “I want to be inside you... if that is what you also desire.”
Rang was mesmerised, a hand resting upon his stomach. He wondered how something so large could possibly fit inside him. “Really, hyung?” He asked in amazement, suddenly free of worries. “I... want to be connected to you. The two of us. Can...” Rang bit his lip, a mixture of emotions overcoming him, holding back tears. “Can we?”
“Rang-ah...” Yeon kissed him, mumbling between breaths. He quickly stripped out of his clothing, opening Rang’s hanbok fully, and touching his beautiful lithe body. “Of course we can.”
Yeon was towering over him, eager to continue, but first, he wanted to ensure comfort. He shuffled them both back into the centre of the bedding, grabbing a stray pillow and placing it beneath Rang’s lower back. The angle would ease them into the next step, Yeon thought to himself, spreading Rang’s thighs apart and wrapping them around his waist. His cock came to rest beside Rang’s, both very eager for friction.
“Being your first time, this may prove difficult. We’ll go slow, and stop at the first sign of pain.” Yeon retained eye contact, noting of any apprehension between them. “Eventually though, you should open up enough to take me comfortably. But I’ll rely on you to tell me how you feel, understood?” His question was firm, and Rang’s insistent nodding and squirming beneath him gave Yeon all the confirmation he needed.
Yeon took a moment to quickly coat his cock with oil, before repositioning himself lower. With a deep breath and steady hand, Yeon pressed the tip of his cock against the firm ring of muscle, urging Rang to relax. The initial breach would prove most difficult, but it should ease in time. They both groaned when Yeon finally succeeded; the tip sinking inside and engulfed with hot, tight warmth.
Keeping a close eye on Rang’s expression, Yeon began to move, inch by inch, slow and steady. He was finally fucking Rang, shallowly for now, pushing his cock further inside with each thrust. Rang was unbelievably hot and tight around him, clenching down against him, still growing accustomed to the sensation. Yeon focused on kissing Rang for now, hoping it would allow them both time to relax, and enjoy the pleasure that was coursing through their bodies.
Yeon still couldn’t believe this was really happening. He was fucking his beloved dongsaeng, the beautiful gumiho he’d come to love after all these years, having never thought his desires would be requited. And now, fucking inside the other, Yeon was trying his hardest not to come the moment Rang bottomed out, overcome with a whole new level of bliss he’d never known possible.
The feeling of being connected so intimately was even better than Yeon’s wildest dreams. And he had dreamt this, many times - he could shyly admit. Initially, he had been disgusted by himself, considering the consequences of placing such feelings on his dongsaeng. Then, over time, it began to feel right. Rang had no interest in the outside world, with other people, with searching for other of their own kin.
All Rang wanted was Yeon, in any way, shape, or form that could possibly take— and Yeon returned those sentiments wholeheartedly.
Yeon groaned when he was buried to the hilt. He was panting, cock entirely engulfed by his dongsaeng’s warmth. “Are you okay, Rang-ah?” Yeon asked with concern, searching his eyes, kissing his lips. “Is it too much? Are you in pain?” He needed to check, and should have earlier - but it was so difficult to keep a level head when he was this excited, this thrilled about connecting with the one he loved.
Rang winced, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. It feels—” He bit his lip, body still gradually growing accustomed to Yeon’s size. “It’s so strange. Not painful. Odd. But... I still can’t believe this is really happening. Hyung...”
Yeon kissed him again; those lovely red lips, slightly swollen from bites and kisses. “You’re so beautiful, Rang-ah. My dongsaeng. My mate...”
“Hyung, is...” Rang swallowed thickly, trying his best to settle his breathing. “Is this... how children are created?” He asked with stars in his eyes.
Yeon chuckled. “In a way, yes. We’re different from humans. Tonight, you will not find yourself with child. But... we’re gumiho. We have powers beyond what is known to humans. When we decide on a time, in the future, when you’re older, then...” He grinned, cock twitching in anticipation, loving the thought of filling his mate with a child. “Then, we can start a family together.”
Rang reached forward, wrapping his arms around Yeon’s neck, pulling him back down. “I can’t wait,” he sobbed, overwhelmed and excited for their future. “P-please hyung. Please mate with me. Make me yours.”
Yeon hummed, nuzzling into Rang’s neck. He couldn’t possibly keep him waiting any longer, even if he wanted to. Yeon hooked one of Rang’s legs under his arm, spreading his legs wider, raising his hips more, and creating the perfect angle for what was to come. Knees planted firmly upon the bedding, Yeon’s breath hitched as he withdrew to the tip - only to sink back inside in a single, firm thrust.
Rang threw his head back with a high-pitched moan. Yeon was entranced, unable to tear his eyes away. His hips began to move on their own, setting up an even pace. Hands remained on Rang’s hips and thighs, constantly searching for the most optimal position. Yeon was going to do everything in his power to ensure Rang’s memory of this night would be nothing but passion, pleasure, and ecstasy.
Up until now, Yeon had only ever dreamt of sex. He’d seen plenty of it in his time. He knew all there was to know about sex, especially from his extensive reading of human texts. There were many different ways to please a man, to please a woman. And most importantly - how to care for your partner afterwards. Everything Yeon had learnt was going to come in handy now, and he’d already excitedly tried out what he had been most curious about. There was still so much to learn, and at this rate, Yeon didn’t think he could last long like this.
Yeon and Rang were in the same circumstances - this night being their first intimate hands-on experience with another. For Yeon, it was more than that. The man beneath him, the man in his bed, the man he was fucking so eagerly wasn’t just anyone, no— this was Rang, his dongsaeng, his family, his most beloved person, the gift his father had given him— and Yeon was humbled to be his one and only. This union was a dream come true, and Yeon hoped he could last long enough to bring Rang to the apex of pleasure - over and over again - before the night was through.
Yeon was losing control. Rang’s cries and pleas were to die for. He was clinging to Yeon, begging for more, moaning around every inch of his cock, reacting to every deep thrust as he sank back inside him. The entire experience was overwhelming. Yeon was thrusting faster now, as fast as his hips would allow. His gentle intentions had been overthrown by the need to mark, to come, to breed— and his thrusts were harder, deeper, and more intense than ever.
Yeon was getting close. They both were. He decided to change their positions slightly, raising Rang’s hips even further upwards, pushing Rang’s legs into his chest. Somehow, he managed to breathe even though he was practically folded in half. But Yeon knew it wouldn’t be for long. This angle not only allowed his cock to reach just a little bit deeper, but it firmly nudged the sensitive bundle of nerves that would drive Rang over the edge in no time.
Yeon captured Rang’s lips in another breathless kiss. By now, their kisses were messy, difficult to focus on between thrusts and moans. Holding him closely, Yeon reached for Rang’s cock, gripping it firmly, and moving his hand in time with his thrusts. Rang cried out, tightening around him, and Yeon could tell he was close.
“That’s it, Rang-ah,” Yeon whispered, jerking Rang’s cock a little faster, holding him firmly in his palm. He wanted them to finish together; a perfect end to their encounter. “Come for me,” he purred beside Rang’s ear, urging him on.
Yeon shuddered, coming hard with a cry from his lips. His cock was buried deep inside Rang, orgasm lasting what felt like minutes. He was filling Rang to the brim with come, moving his hips slightly as he rode out his orgasm, overwhelmed by how sensitive his cock had become inside Rang’s tight, warm heat.
At the same moment, Rang had come with Yeon’s name on his lips, muscles clenching around Yeon, his entire body twitching and quivering in the aftershocks. Yeon felt his hot come cover their chests, gently stroking Rang’s cock through his orgasm. His expression was breathtaking, and Yeon couldn’t stop staring— reaching forward to cup his dongsaeng’s face, sharing a smile.
Yeon’s body was trembling, losing strength by the minute. Not wishing to collapse upon his mate, Yeon moved to withdraw - interrupted by legs circling around his waist, keeping him in place. “Wait, hyung, I— not yet, please,” Rang requested, voice hoarse and raspy. “Stay...”
Yeon smiled, doing what was asked of him. He kept their hips firmly together, his softening cock still encased in warmth, keeping his come locked inside the other. Though as the moments dragged on, he was slipping, his arms and legs complaining that they too sought rest. Yeon laid his sights back on Rang, noting how his eyes had fluttered closed, and his breathing had evened out.
Rang was asleep, looking thoroughly exhausted. With a chuckle escaping his lips, Yeon finally separated them, laying Rang out as comfortably as possible upon the bed. He retreated from the room for a moment, returning with a warm, wet towel, using it to wipe away the most of their mess before it had a chance to stick in place. By the time he was finished, Yeon was yawning, encountering that same struggle to stay awake; so he laid down beside Rang, pulling him close, and keeping a protective arm around his dongsaeng’s middle.
In all honesty, Yeon was ready to go again. His cock had hardened once more mere moments after he’d orgasmed, but Rang was clearly exhausted from their nightly activities. There would always be next time. For now, they both needed sleep.
Yeon’s first thought, as he roused from sleep, was how unbearably warm he felt. It was unusual, especially considering the time of year. His eyes struggled to open, not enjoying the painfully bright light assaulting him from outside, concluding it was rather late in the morning. His head throbbed, throat parched, and body sore. Memories from the previous evening began slowly trickling back into his subconscious. He and Rang had been up late, eating and drinking, talking and laughing, kissing and...
Yeon’s eyes flew wide open. Before he could react, he noted a movement beside him, the source of the warmth, and a weight that kept him in place. Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Yeon turned his head to the side, finding his dongsaeng asleep beside him, clutching to his body, and... entirely naked. Not only that, but his skin - especially around his neck - was covered in small bruises and bites. To Yeon, it was clear who left them there, and why.
He took in a deep breath, holding it in for a moment, before slowly exhaling, trying and failing to calm himself. This had all occurred from a single kiss, a simple request after hours of drinking. Yeon couldn’t help but admit to a sudden feeling of regret, wondering if he’d taken advantage of his young, impressionable dongsaeng. He should have turned Rang away, and taken that request as a sign they’d both had enough. But deep down, Yeon was savouring the memories, the feeling of Rang’s body beneath his, and how well they fit together.
Yeon cursed under his breath, staring down at himself. He was hard. Fuck, of course he was hard. Who wouldn’t be, given these circumstances? Now he was anxious, concerned, and aroused, all at once. He needed to slip away from Rang before he woke, and take care of himself in private. Then, once Rang had risen from bed, they’d have a proper conversation, and sort out this mess. Yeon only hoped and prayed that Rang understood his mistake, and if he could ever forgive Yeon.
Apparently, Rang disagreed with everything on Yeon’s mind.
Yeon wasn’t sure when Rang had woken, perhaps feigning sleep these past few panicked minutes. The first sign Yeon made of moving, Rang’s grip on him had tightened. Then, before Yeon could protest, his brother had jumped on top of him, using his weight to keep Yeon in place, and hugging him tightly. It was an embrace Yeon could not deny himself, finding his arms reaching out to entwine around Rang, and pulling him closer to his chest.
There were so many unspoken words between them. Yeon didn’t know where to start. His mind was still a mess of tired, hungover thoughts. Rang had pulled back, lifting himself up on his arms so that he could stare into Yeon’s eyes. They remained silently like that for a moment, before Rang shimmied down Yeon’s chest, discovering his hardness, and sliding it between his thighs.
Yeon bit his lip, stifling a moan. Rang’s cheeks were flushed, and a quick glance between them would lead Yeon to discover that Rang was just as hard as he was. Then Rang moved his hips again, grinding against Yeon’s cock, his thighs still a slippery mess from last night. Yeon’s hands were on his dongsaeng’s hips, unsure if he should stop him, or take control - but Rang had other ideas.
Rang arched his hips, reaching between his legs and firmly grasping the base of Yeon’s cock. They shared a moan, and within the blink of an eye, Rang guided his hyung’s cock to his entrance, and easily slid him inside. Yeon gasped, the sudden tight heat catching him off guard— especially when Rang took him in so quickly, sitting down on his cock in a single, swift motion. Now Rang was sitting flush against his hips, staring down at Yeon with a cheeky, tired grin, and touching the slight bulge of his stomach.
Rang knew exactly what he was doing— and two could play at that game.
Yeon bent his legs, placing his feet flat against the bedding. Next, his hands tightened on Rang’s hips, holding him in place, and returning his gaze with a sly grin. To Rang, it looked as if he were the one in control, rendering Yeon powerless beneath him. But in actuality, it was the opposite— and as Yeon pulled Rang off his cock, he quickly slammed him back down, earning himself a needy moan in response.
Rang had no chance. He was manhandled by his hyung, being thoroughly fucked by the man of his affections. Yeon used his hips and hands to set up a solid pace, fucking up inside his dongsaeng, harder and harder, recalling everything from the previous night that had been so pleasurable about their union. Rang’s hands searched Yeon’s chest for leverage, unable to do anything but allow himself to be manhandled, to be fucked on his brother’s cock, whilst his own hardness remained awkwardly wedged between them.
“Rang-ah,” Yeon bit out between quickening thrusts, feeling his orgasm approaching. “I love you, Rang-ah,” he proclaimed— slamming Rang back down on his hips a final time, and coming hard and deep inside of him.
Rang fell forward, crying out with that same, mirrored pleasure. He’d come untouched, his seed spilling between them and making even more of a mess. It covered Yeon’s chest, reaching all the way to his face— not that Rang could tell in the intense, hazy afterglow of his orgasm.
Yeon licked the come from his lips, curious of the taste, discovering it different to what he expected. He didn’t have a chance to think about his next words, as Rang suddenly fell forward, collapsing against his messy chest with exhaustion, becoming lip in Yeon’s arms. With a smile on his face, he pulled Rang closer, running a hand through his dongsaeng’s hair. Any doubts and fears he’d held had long since dissipated, to Yeon’s delight.
Now was a good enough excuse as ever for a nice, long bath— both in desperate need of a thorough clean up. But first... a little more sleep couldn’t hurt.
Yeon stirred from sleep again, gradually, feeling far more refreshed than before. He was quite warm, lying on his side beneath the blankets. Yeon discovered he was spooning Rang from behind; the man in question arching his back against him, mumbling something. Yeon’s cock was hard again, warmly sandwiched between Rang’s thighs, enjoying the slight friction of Rang’s movements beside him.
“H-hyung,” Rang said, voice soft and hoarse. “Please, hyung...” He palmed at Yeon’s cock between his thighs, clearly needing more of him. And who was Yeon to deny him such pleasure?
Yeon smirked, loving how needy Rang was, quickly guiding his cock and sinking back inside his mate’s warmth. They shared a moan, shivering against one another. Yeon could get used to this. At Rang’s side; the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on - his, and his alone. There every morning to greet him, to wake him up, to keep him warm at night, and eat beside him during every meal. This was destiny; both of them exactly where they were meant to be. Family. Mates. Brothers. Whatever the word might be - it hardly mattered when they had each other.
Rang was made for him, and Yeon would cherish his beloved dongsaeng for the rest of their lives.