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Heeseung comes into consciousness with hazy black clouds in his vision and feeling akin to floating ten feet off the ground. His bones feel like they were fused with concreate instead of minerals, just weighing him down and refusing to budge despite his head sending red signals all over, screaming at him to just ‘wake up! Get up, you’re in trouble, you nitwick!’.
“Wha…” he shifts, his cheek dragging across velvety surface when he turns his face over, realizing belatedly that he’s curled on his side, face down.
There’s a pungent sharp scent to the air as his consciousness crawls into his headspace, returning his senses. He knows this smell all too well. The substance that produced it particularly had been used in situations where he needs to numb his patients from pain before stitching them up.
“Anaesthesia…?” he notes groggily. Brows furrowing deeper as he detects another note, sweeter and reminding him somewhat of cinnamon. “Aphrodi—”
A ruckus erupts somewhere, alerting him. It sounds muffled, like the riot is happening outside a closed door. Is he in a room? He shifts his head upwards and still in daze, manages to get a sweep of the enclosure he is in. It does seems like a room, alight with the only source of light coming from the candles littering the entire room.
Heeseung feels so heavy and helpless he kind of wants to just go back to sleep. Or unconscious. Was he unconscious just now?
The noises just keeps increasing in intensity, with one voice in particular dominating the rest, audibly angry among the more insisting chatter of the rest, yet the yelling and shouting persists.
Heeseung turns, wriggles his fingers and toes to gain some senses in them and tries getting up. Then, he finally realizes the tether bounding his wrists together.
“What in the,” he brings his hands down to inspect them. A bundle of cloth braided into a thick tight rope tied his wrists together so securely he almost couldn’t detach his elbows from touching each other. He looks down to himself, finds that both of his feet are in no better position, tethered with the same braided cloth by the ankles, and the panic finally crawls his spine and neck in earnest.
“Who told you you could just pick up some random girl off the land and expect me to mount her? I could find one myself!”
“She looks just like someone who you would like! She’s got the short pink hair, shorter than you, fair skin, big bambi eyes—oh oh! And she smells good, too! She was alone by the foot of the mountain with no other man in sight. What better opportunity you can get?”
“I’m not doing anyone by your choice—” the bickering continues back and forth, yet not a single word Heeseung could catch despite his hearing rushing back in full in the attention of the potential danger he is in.
Now that his memories are rushing back to him; he just got abducted.
He was setting up his tent at the valley of the Holy Dragon Mountain, where the pure water of the spring water that is said to be drank from dragons, runs down directly from the top. He must not have been there for more than half an hour, has not able to patch up the frames of his tent even, when unsuspectingly, a group of tribal people, men and women, leaped up from the sky, some perched over the back of fury dragons hovering over him, jumped into his sight and captured him without a single confrontation nor words.
All he remembers were one of them blew glittery dusts into his face and he blacked out seconds afterwards. And now, now that he has finally gotten to look around him—he is in a fucking treasure room.
Heeseung is laid on layers of some kind of velvety plush mats and blankets stuffed full with presumably cotton and hay in the middle of the room, surrounded by luscious food and array displays of fine jewellery and swords, clothes with golden embroidery with what he later identifies as the ancient language of the dragonfolks, silver and gold mugs and other very intricate little trinkets that he is as sure as the sky is blue, either stolen or so ancient that they belonged only to this tribes, passed down from generations to generations and kept exclusively from outsider’s eyes.
There are multiple golden statues of baby and adult dragons placed here and there in the room, with no plausible intention seen, easily noted by the eyes and—Oh my god, was he kidnapped by the Dragon Tribes?
If all these dragon-isque items are not indicative enough. If so, Heeseung is royally fucked.
Dragon Tribes received their name because they are the only living lines of human beings capable of harvesting, raising and training the dragons that have been lurking this northern part of the world, even forming bonds with them to the point almost each one tribal member could mount one dragon for his entire life.
Heeseung should have known. Holy Dragon Mountains are known to be the Dragon Tribes favourite neighbouring island to train the younglings, hence the name. The island is manifested with wild, untrained beasts, however, so the dragonfolks would steer clear of it unless absolutely necessary, so Heeseung was confident he would be under the radar but them.
Key word; was.
“This is bad,” Heeseung sweats, slowly getting up on his elbow while frantically searching for any visible way out. The only exit available that he could find is the humongous, probably 12 feet high stone door deep within the wall opposite to him, where the ruckus is just outside.
“Who is it? Fine! I’ll kill her myself,” one particular voice yells, his voice heavy with frustration and wrath, before the door bursts open from outside, scaring Heeseung out of his wits as a tall fair man marches in, few other members of the tribe seen crowding the doorstep before the door gets slammed onto their faces.
At the blatant, effortless display of strength to just kick open the stone door and slam it shut, barehanded, has Heeseung momentarily wishing he just never wakes up.
“Who the hell are you, peasant?” this man demands, his loud voice exploding in the cave, hurting Heeseung’s freshly attained, sensitive hearing that he winches in his seat.
He looks up, stutters out a “Er…erm…” dares to glance at the fuming tribal member in the face, and blinks.
The man’s clothes are just what the Dragon tribes usually would wear; furry hooded cloak, tight bands that cover the biceps down to the elbows, baggy cargo pants that is stuffed into leather boots by the seams, a sword fastened to his thick belt. The only thing that confuses Heeseung is the lack of top and the necklace of what seems to be a collection of animal’s teeth and a lone jade necklace bouncing off his bulky bare chest as he marches over towards him. He’s seen what Dragon Tribes usually adorn on a daily basis but those necklaces and cloak are strangely familiar.
Thoughts running in jumbles, Heeseung clutches on the most vivid memory to fit this man’s face and blurts out a “Hoonie?” effectively stopping the other in his wild approach.
‘Hoonie’ reels back at the sudden intimate nickname coming out of Heeseung’s mouth. At the unintentional acknowledgement, Heeseung’s face lit up with relief. “Sunghoonie?”
“It’s fucking Heeseung,” ‘Sunghoonie’ states blankly after a moment of silence. But the blank expression is quickly overtaken by fury. Looking positively livid at this point, Heeseung immediately cowers at the reaction. “What the fuck, it’s Heeseung hyung, you morons!”
“How come these people are effortless at distinguishing a dragon’s genders but not of actual human being??” Sunghoon screeches yet again, hands clenching into fists as he screams bloody murders towards the closed door. Heeseung is going to get a headache from the amount of screaming he has heard upon waking up.
“Sunghoonie, calm down,” Heeseung consoles. At how worked up Sunghoon looks like by his abduction, he does not seem to be responsible for Heeseung’s abduction. As of now.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Heeseung hyung,” Sunghoon snaps at him, clicking his tongue, obviously vexed.
Ah, he’s still the same short-tempered person Heeseung knew. Well, at least honorifics is not a lost cause on the dragonfolks. And oh, Sunghoon do remembers him.
Sunghoon and his family used to fly over to Heeseung’s island back in his childhood. His home was in a secluded part of the mountain but the land behind them stretched over wide and vast to the seashore of the ocean, the ocean opening up to widespread of sky clear of islands and random rock islands making it best for training youngling dragons and young members of the tribe.
But his family mostly came there for the serenity, the quietness and tranquillity that comes with living at the foot of the hill in the middle of the woods with Heeseung’s small, friendly and inviting village.
Heeseung can say they were childhood friends, though Sunghoon would probably say otherwise.
“What is, this for?” Heeseung raises his tied wrists up for Sunghoon’s eyes. The other only gives him a glance and plops down on another spread of mat with cushions on them, elbows perched over his knees, staring straight at Heeseung with a deep frown. He still has not shown any intention of freeing Heeseung any moment, though Heeseung still relishes on the still conversations.
“It’s for a ritual,” he nonchalantly answers, musing over the fact Heeseung looks quite calm and collected for someone who just got picked off the land for unknown reasons against his will.
“What ritual? What’s gonna happen?” Heeseung asks.
Sunghoon looks entirely different from when he was a child aside for his strikingly fair skin; broad and tall and menacing with his sharp narrow eyes and obvious protruding incisions, his lean bulky frame an obvious result of the Dragon Tribes’ heinous, laborious grinding and training. His silver hair comes down to grace his pointy nose, which he pushes away in irritation. The two earrings made of fangs adorning his earlobes catch the flickering lights of the candles in the room when he shoves his hair back. They were probably polished to the slightest scratch possible for them to be that shiny.
The usual get-up of the only son of the tribe’s chief.
“You’re gonna end up hurt, that’s what,” Sunghoon crudely answers, his eyes never leaving Heeseung’s face the entire time he’s been sitting there, just observing the regular citizen with scrutiny.
“That was a pretty big ruckus you made over some ‘ritual’,” Heeseung carefully asks again, since Sunghoon’s mood doesn’t seem to be better, but at least he is calmer.
“What were you doing at the Holy Mountain, by yourself?”
“I was supposed to meet my friends,” Heeseung starts, but a light bulb switches on in his head. It must have shown on his face because Sunghoon is frowning. “Sunghoonie, can you help me?”
“Why should I help you?”
Heeseung naturally dismisses his immediate rejection and continues. “I can help you with whatever ritual this is, but please send me back to the foot of the Holy Mountain. I need to meet them tomorrow—wait, how long has it been since I was knocked out?”
“What makes you think that I should be helping you?” Sunghoon stands up, his full height seems to be towering with Heeseung sitting down on the floor like this. “You got yourself into this trouble.”
Are we seriously doing this now? Heeseung groans mentally.
“Well, it seems like this ritual is important to you, ain’t it?” Heeseung swallows at his approach, Sunghoon looks so pissed off his aura is just dripping off of him with death.
What is he so angry about? He looks like he legit is going to eat Heeseung up whole, if he skips the tearing and chomping and cannibalistic nature of their tribe.
“I could…we could do a bargain,” Heeseung screeches when Sunghoon pushes him down onto the mat by the wrists, pressing them down with the arch of his boot. If it were not for the braided knots around Heeseung’s wrists cushioning the bullying, Sunghoon would have torn some skin with those soles.
“You’re not in the position for bargaining, idiotic hyung,” Sunghoon sneers, hands making slow work of unfastening his belt, dropping it and the sword somewhere above Heeseung’s head. Its solid and sturdy features made prominent from the heaviness of its landing.
Sunghoon’s short temper and having the knack for belittling others is something that does not faze Heeseung anymore, considering their childhood moment consisted of them both playing together.
Heeseung’s fade pink hair is distracting him. The shade makes the older’s face seem soft and gullible, bathed underneath the warm light of the candles. He never changes, just got taller and lost almost all of his baby fat but his cheeks remain their usual roundness and his eyes the same sparkling orbs. Something that Sunghoon remembers despising as a child because he never could truly resist them when they are wide and glossy in the setting of getting him to play along with whatever the older has in that pretty little head of his.
“I can always try?” any normal person would have yelled at being trampled to the ground with a foot like Heeseung is right now, but he is so used to this rough handling by him considering, Sunghoon’s tribes are well known for their barbaric and savagery in socializing among themselves, as well as with people outside of their tribe.
He is more confused as to where this is going.
Sunghoon shrugs out of his cloak, throws it off to the side and crouches down, hovering over Heeseung. The sudden close proximity has Heeseung holding in his breath, flabbergasted at the assault of musk and earthy scent punching into his face.
Sunghoon was an adorable, plump, devilishly mischievous boy during childhood, but he’s grown up to be so handsome and strangely unearthly; with black liquid eyes, prominent nose and strong jawline, strong wide stature that Heeseung has no doubts are products of all the rigorous training and upbringing he’s had to endure growing up. Those thick lips downturned in the most disagreeable manner to Heeseung’s proposal, surprising Heeseung when they pull back to reveal protruding canines in a low snarl.
Heeseung almost forgot this man has them.
“Fine,” Sunghoon says in finality. He grips Heeseung by the waist, startling him.
“Hey! I’m ticklish!” Heeseung squirms when Sunghoon holds him, his fingers working to find and open up the layers of attire Heeseung has adorned. Shortly after failing, coupled with Heeseung’s non-stop wiggling, Sunghoon is beyond infuriated by the vest and button down shirt and yells, “What the hell do your people always wear these stupid layers for? It’s annoying.”
To Heeseung’s surprise, He rips them open, tearing off the buttons in the process and Heeseung yells angrily at the sight of them flying off to god-knows-where. “Hey! You idiot—if you want them off, let me open them myself, what’s wrong with you?”
Sunghoon just grumbles, something in his mother tongue, Heeseung assumes, and proceeds to ignore Heeseung in favour of working on his pants. The torn vest and button down opens up to reveal curiously smooth torso and abdomen that has Sunghoon stopping in his track for a split second, only to grind his foot down and gets a good grip of Heeseung’s waist to draw him underneath him.
“I can’t even keep my pants on?” Heeseung stutters, genuinely embarrassed now that he realizes his nudity is required for this ‘ritual’ of Sunghoon’s.
Sunghoon’s face is right in his personal space, eyes hard as they stare daggers into Heeseung’s shaky ones, gauging his reactions. But what personal space if Sunghoon looks seconds away from tearing Heeseung’s cargo pants off? After making quick work of untying Heeseung’s ankles, Sunghoon takes his pants and boots off completely but left his vest and shirt on, just pushed them up to the shoulders to reveal more of the pale torso.
Sunghoon’s fingers itch at the sight, gums throbbing behind his lips.
“Just go with it,” Sunghoon finally answers, shoving his index and middle finger to Heeseung’s face. “Suck.”
Heeseung looks so confused by the turn of event Sunghoon does not know if he wants to whack the older’s head or his own for even asking.
“Do it or I’ll use my sword on you.”
Knowing how true Sunghoon can go on his own words, Heeseung panics and bites down onto the two digits. Sunghoon stares, comically surprised. Heeseung meekly licks at the digits, apologetic and almost kittenish because he does not get what the request is all about. At the oddly innocent sight, Sunghoon’s cheeks flare for the briefest moment before he takes them out, breaking the thin string of saliva connecting his fingers to Heeseung’s tongue. Heeseung’s eyes follow the fingers then to his eyes in confusion, tongue protruding out of his lips.
Sunghoon grits his teeth. Flustered.
“You’re lousy at this thing, hyung. Read the room,” he grabs Heeseung’s face, his sturdy fingers bundling up Heeseung’s cheeks, shaking them side to side in some sort of tutting. Heeseung gives a meek sound as a reply, his stupid owlish eyes blinking those bright orbs.
“Tch. I’ll do it myself,” Sunghoon takes them into his mouth, lapping and coating them with as much spit as he could. Heeseung looks up at him, mildly confused and greatly intimidated by where Sunghoon is going with this. Sunghoon is not even troubled by Heeseung’s spit he’s lapping up, but what else is to be expected of a barbaric? He feels an ominous feeling coming its way and he wonders if he can stop it now.
Sunghoon’s other hand pushes Heeseung’s knees down, spreading his legs open, catching him off guard at the exposure and rush of cold air to his bare skin. To his horror, Sunghoon slides a dry finger down the crack of his ass, runs over his hole almost experimentally. At the touch, cold shivers erupts across Heeseung’s skin, a gasp earned.
Without a warning, Sunghoon slips his wet fingers through the untouched ring of muscles.
“Oww!” Heeseung curls over at the sudden painful intrusion, but Sunghoon pushes his wrists above his head with a hand to stop him from wiggling, the other working to slip his two fingers through the ring of muscles. “Sunghoon, that hurts! What’re you doing?”
Sunghoon doesn’t deter, experimentally pushes in and stretching the walls. At the painful stretch, Heeseung keens, clenching his eyes shut at the burning sensation. “Stop! What’re you doing with such a—”
Sunghoon leans down, keeping a steel grip on Heeseung’s bounded wrists while fixing his eyes on Heeseung’s contorted expression. Heeseung looks like he is in pain, big fat droplets of tears slipping through the cracks of his shut eyes, trickling down his smooth cheeks and his breath laboured.
Heeseung still has that small scar, barely the width of a pinkie nail, embedded on his left temple. Sunghoon is reminded of the events that led to that scar, fights back an oddly warm sensation coming to his neck and focuses on scissoring Heeseung open.
It would have helped if he had those scented oil that his mom gave to him a few months back for whenever he decides to get handsy with one of their female members, but Sunghoon was too annoyed by the expectation that comes with his age, that he just tossed it somewhere in the bedroom and forgotten about it since.
Well, this will have to do for now.
“Well, didn’t you just proposed to help me with the ritual?” Sunghoon says, sees the realization sinking into Heeseung’s face like dread. He smirks, Heeseung balks.
“That’s why you don’t just agree on something without fully understanding it, hyung. So loosen up,” he makes quick work of opening Heeseung up without waiting for responses. He has his arm pushing one of Heeseung’s thighs down while shoving his fingers in and dragging them out, Heeseung unconsciously curling his legs into his body in response, could barely keep his voice in.
He feels weird, something striking him in the guts at every thrust of Sunghoon’s fingers. There is just heat blooming all over, climbing his spine and pooling at his lower abdomen. When he tearfully looks down, his cock stands up in attention, leaking everywhere on his abdomen.
“This is…” he grouses, gasping when Sunghoon adds another finger, stretching him more and the heat just keeps climbing, spreading in his nerves and threatening to swallow him up. His toes curl and shivers run up and down his exposed skin.
Sunghoon is so close to his face Heeseung could feel his hot breath, his necklaces grazing his locks and forehead.
“Haa,” Heeseung stutters, a strange sound threatening to crawl out of his throat. He tries closing his knees together when the heat feels fit to burst. Sunghoon keeps hitting this one spot inside him that makes him feel overwhelmed, like he is going to cry out, thrashing or just throw a fucking tantrum. “Hoonie, wait—”
“There’s no turning back now, hyung,” Sunghoon says with a grin too sinister for his rather attractive face.
The build-up eventually tips over and Heeseung comes with a soft cry, startling both himself and Sunghoon at the sultry sound, the come spurting out of the slit of his cock embarrassingly hard.
“You came just from that?” Sunghoon asks in awe. In Heeseung’s daze, he notices the odd pinkish tint to Sunghoon’s cheeks, mouth gaping.
Has his fangs always look that big?
Heeseung takes in shaky breaths, his body feels like he has been lit on fire from inside out, he’s sweating all over and his face is wet from tears. “Are…are you done?”
“Are you kidding me?” Sunghoon releases his wrists, grips his hips and pushes them down flat against the mats. He looks determined, his irises threatening to swallow their rings and he looks close to a snarling animal. “We’re far from done.”
“I—wait!” Heeseung panics when Sunghoon pushes close, dragging him near by the hips to settle onto his laps. Heeseung could feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against his calf, cheeks flaring now that he fully comprehend what the ‘ritual’ is truly about.
“Sunghoon, I don’t want this! You should have told me this is what the ritual is all about,” he pushes at Sunghoon’s chest but the younger does not seem to budge, like his muscles are made of solid masses, heavy and hard even when Heeseung punches at it.
Gritting his teeth with resolve, he gathers what energy is left of his arms and socks at Sunghoon’s face. Curse Sunghoon’s combat skills and a lifetime experiences, Sunghoon dodges and Heeseung barely misses his mouth, only gets his cheek.
But that manages to gain his attention now, Sunghoon gets riled up from it and presses him down with his weight, caging him in by his hands perched besides the older’s head.
“You fucker,” Sunghoon curses, eyes wild.
“You’re the stupid fucker here! You shouldn’t be doing this, forcing others to do such a thing!” Heeseung yells into his face, angry now that he’s gain his sanity back.
“This isn’t some jokes you could pull on someone like before, this is something only lovers do!” Sunghoon used to be a little brat back when they were a child, always wanted to be the bigger person and teased and mocked others when they could not be better than him. Heeseung knows this, growing up with him.
Despite this, he never expected for the younger to turn out to be, this ruthless.
“The Sunghoon I knew would never do this, kidnapping random people and forcing them to have sex with you—are you people out of your mind?”
At this, Sunghoon snaps, leaning right into Heeseung’s face as if he is going to maul Heeseung right there and then. Heeseung quickly plants his feet into Sunghoon’s thighs, keeping him from getting too close to his face, yet cowers as Sunghoon keeps one hand above his head, another right beside his hip. Fingers dig into the exposed skin of his hip in a warning, yet Heeseung stands his ground.
This position is so intimate yet ironically he could not say he feels loved at the moment.
“The Sunghoon you knew? Cut the crap,” Sunghoon snarls. “You think you knew me enough, huh hyung? A joke is when I try to feed you to my dragon, now that’s a fucking joke. Just whining about it ain’t gonna get you anywhere. If you’re gonna be this much of a coward, might as well never agree to anything from the start!”
“Fine! Then let’s start over. If you wanna back out, I’ll let you off the hook right now and you can go your merry way. But if you don’t, then just know that you’re gonna get hurt,” Sunghoon finally offers, his bared teeth pristine white and gnarly like he could just chomp off the raw meat of a cow clean off its bone.
“Now say what the hell you want—”
Heeseung’s hands are shaky when they come up to grab and pull at his necklaces to gain his attention, but his face is struck with resolve.
Sunghoon knows that look. Heeseung is pursing his lips together and widening his deer-like eyes like he would use to do as a child when he’s determined to do or acquire something.
“Tch.”
“You couldn’t have asked this earlier? I seriously thought you were going to eat me alive or something,” Heeseung is close to whining, tugging roughly at Sunghoon’s necklaces begrudgingly.
“I will maul you, hyung.”
“C…calm down. I’m sorry.”
Sunghoon clicks his tongue, leans back onto his heels and runs his eyes up and down Heeseung’s exposed state, just drinking in the sight. He looks like he’s contemplating something, but the intensity of his stare has Heeseung blushing like a madman.
Before he could ask, Sunghoon looks around, wildly, then his eyes catch on something. He hovers over Heeseung, stretching his torso and arm to fetch something way behind Heeseung’s head without breaking away from the position. He is so big in build he is blocking off all the lights in Heeseung’s direct view of the countless of candles lining the entire room and embedded within the walls and ceilings.
“What is that?” Heeseung asks cautiously when Sunghoon curls back with a clear glass bottle of yellow liquid in his grip, sloshing noisily when he tips it over to smell.
“Massage oil,” he answers simply, nose crinkling at the rather pungent tone, taking off the cork keeping it in and pours it over his palm.
“You couldn’t have used it earlier?” Heeseung asks in disbelief.
“Shut up,” the younger looks and sounds ridiculous. Heeseung wants to boot him in the balls.
Any sort of retaliation Heeseung has for him hurtles out of the window the moment Sunghoon pushes his pants down to make way for his cock, heavy and angry red when it springs out. It looks heavy when he cups it, hissing at his own touch.
It’s already leaking precum at having been neglected. Heeseung didn’t know fingering him would have such an effect on Sunghoon, and he doesn’t know what to feel about it.
The oil is cold to the touch at first application but Sunghoon spreads it over his shaft without a second thought, groaning at the friction of his own hand. He overcoats it for extra measure and puts the bottle away, rubbing the excess oil on the mat.
He grabs at Heeseung’s thighs, pushes them inwards so that Heeseung’s knees would curl into himself, and aligns the tip of his cock to Heeseung’s entrance. Having never done this before and being incredibly exposed, Heeseung fights back the raging blush trying to burn his face but all sorts of thoughts come to a screeching halt when he feels the head nudging his exposed hole.
Even at the touch of the tip, hot electricity sizzles up from Heeseung’s tailbone up to his neck, has him holding in a deep breath because by the size of Sunghoon, it does not seem like it will wedge itself inside as easy as people around him make sex out to be.
Sunghoon pushes pass the entrance, gritting his teeth so tightly he feels like his gums might bleed. Heeseung is just still tight after prepping, it is ridiculous.
“Have you never done this before?” he asks, his tone of voice sounds genuinely complaining for once.
“Not like this, you dumbass,” Heeseung breathes out, brings his hands up to cover his face, strangely feels self-conscious despite just taking in Sunghoon’s fingers two minutes ago.
“Fuck,” Sunghoon keeps his persistence despite Heeseung clenching on him hard, as if pushing him back out. He’s halfway in and Heeseung is brought into tears at the pressure, having been filled for the first time like this is bringing out all these weird sounds from his throat.
“Ngh…” Heeseung throws his face up, jaw slack and his hands catches onto Sunghoon’s necklaces harder for purchase. Sunghoon’s pulled down by his tugging and he groans in response, yet surprisingly let Heeseung has his way.
At the look of Heeseung’s contorting face, his trembling lips and Adam’s apple bobbing, his sharp jawline and quivering collarbones, Sunghoon is shameful to admit that this sight is turning him on more than he expected.
“Hey hyung, what’s with that look,” Sunghoon cups his temple with his left hand and pushes his head in, making him reluctantly face the other.
Sunghoon’s people has a curious condition of the body where their body temperature is two or three degree Celsius higher than the normal range. Others speculates that it has to do with their bonds with the hot-blooded winged creatures the size of a two-storey office. Like a calibration, an evolution of the body to adapt to living with the fire-wielding beasts. That being said, Sunghoon’s hand against his face feels like a human furnace, but the warmth is surprisingly pleasant and welcoming, spreading his fingers through the wet roots of Heeseung’s locks.
Sunghoon hooks his elbow underneath the older’s knee, grips at the shirt by his ribs with the same hand for leverage and drills in further, pushing out the breath from Heeseung’s chest. His inside feels like its stuffed and he breathing is increasingly becoming laborious.
“…so full,” Heeseung gnaws his lower lip in attempt to curb the strange sounds coming from his own mouth. When he blinks, tears pinch out from the corner of his wide eyes and Sunghoon’s eyes follow the trails, almost entranced.
“That’s cause you’re still so fucking tight,” Sunghoon growls, low and guttural, deep within his chest. The sound is so wolfish that it frightens Heeseung, but the rush of adrenaline just shoots straight to his dick and he feels precum leaks through the slits. “I’m not even in—you know what? To hell with it.”
Getting impatient, Sunghoon resorts to just fucking in and out in earnest to open him up more. Heeseung whimpers, each thrust of Sunghoon’s hips sending jolts of pleasure along his body. Long gone the pain from the stretches prior and all he could focus on is the way Sunghoon’s cock slides in and out of him, the squelching sounds of oil and spit reverberating off the walls of the cave lewd to the ears.
Sunghoon is being kind to him at this point, going nice and slow on him. Heeseung is sure of this because he feels every single drag of his cock against his walls, the slippery wetness of the situation underneath.
A long sigh escapes Sunghoon’s lips. He peers down and is rather perked at the sight of Heeseung’s shoulders softly quivering underneath him, the skin of his bare thighs around his waist jolting in sensitivity.
“Sunghoon,” he moans, sounds like he is begging yet he does not know why and what for. Sunghoon is looking down at him with a rather beastly look to his eyes, eyes liquid blank and predatory with his broad stature hovering over him. He opens his mouth wide, licking the tips of his teeth and fangs, and the sight sends shivers down Heeseung’s shoulders and thighs.
As if Sunghoon is going for the big hunt of the day.
He grips at Heeseung’s face, like how he did before prepping him. He pinches and pulls at the cheeks, as if testing the squishiness of his face. The act is oddly out of place and weirdly timed it throws Heeseung off. A timid questioning sound comes out, a perplexed look to his huge glossy eyes.
Then Sunghoon leans down, still keeping his pace consistent, but the proximity of his face to Heeseung’s is what is taking his breath away.
Sunghoon, keeping his grip on Heeseung’s jaw, shocks him by running his tongue from the corner of his lip up to his left cheekbone. He thrusts in deeply all together and Heeseung feels dazed by all of his touches, weeping softly and quivering meekly underneath Sunghoon’s weight pressing him down heavily on the blankets.
Sunghoon bites at whatever squishy part of his face he can get his teeth on, and follows the trails with a lick of his tongue, licking the tears off of his eyes before it drips down his face and onto the sheets.
Heeseung’s mind is muddled with the strangely aggressive display of affection as well as the dick pounding into his ass as of now, with Sunghoon moving his grip from his face to his biceps to pull him closer into his body.
The temperature seems to have risen to the point both of them are dampening their clothes and the sheets with sweats. Or is it just the sex?
“Open your mouth, hyung,” Sunghoon demands. His nose is bumping against Heeseung’s from how close he is but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, just stubbornly stares straight into Heeseung’s trembling soul until he gives in, parting his lips open.
“Why—” Sunghoon closes the distance and licks his lips, wet and hot from the crying and all the blood rushing to his head, runs his tongue across Heeseung’s teeth before sticking it inside his mouth. A bewildered sound escapes Heeseung’s mouth.
Their noses bump harder against each other, teeth colliding and lips crashing, all of these are threatening to make Heeseung go woozy.
Sunghoon sucks on his tongue, kisses him so obscenely Heeseung is struggling to breathe, shutting his eyes because this is getting a bit too much—
A lick to his chin startles a strung out moan from his throat, he gasps.
Oh, Sunghoon’s face speaks when Heeseung looks up at him in mortification. Sunghoon tries it again, curious and possibly seeking the same reaction, this time licking from his throat up to his jaw, and the jolts of electricity that comes with it has Heeseung clenching down harder on Sunghoon.
“Well, what do you know,” Sunghoon breathes out, though a bit shaky himself, a devilish grin splits his face and Heeseung really wants to scream ‘You big meanie! Bully!’ He looks too delighted by this bit of blackmailing-worthy info.
“Hyung, open up more, will you?” the younger decides it is enough of toeing by the water, grips at his thighs and pushes them forward. “I can’t get all the way in with you keeping your legs together like this.”
Heeseung’s body is literally folded at this point with how further Sunghoon presses him down by the back of his knees and thighs. Pressing close, Sunghoon finally bottoms out, stealing Heeseung’s breath because he feels the tip of his cock just barely fitting into his abdomen, the hard thighs eventually flushed against his ass.
Sunghoon exhales, an eerie twinkle to his black eyes when Heeseung looks up at him in slight mortification.
“Ah,” he stutters as Sunghoon pulls out, a long-suffering drag that has Heeseung’s skin crawling at the sensation, leaving just the tip by the entrance before slamming right back in, earning a head thrown back from the civilian.
“Sunghoon!” Heeseung is thrashing at the sudden picked up pace, Sunghoon holds him down by keeping his grip on his thighs firm.
His skin is soft for a traveller who never really sticks at home for more than a few weeks at a time. His hair retains the usual softness and puffiness that Sunghoon used to ruffle with when they played at Heeseung’s home, just a touch rougher from not keeping his diet in check.
Sunghoon does keep tabs on what goes on in Heeseung’s life throughout the last decade they had not seen each other through the visits the tribes annually pay to Heeseung’s village. He just never troubles himself to care for more, content with just the knowledge that the older is up and well on his own two feet.
Now, he wonders why he did not bother for more.
“Slow…slow down,” Heeseung rubs at his face with closed fists. Sunghoon figures the tears are making him itchy all over the facial skin.
Sunghoon does not budge, just keeps his pace consistent so Heeseung just has to stick it out, tries focusing on the calloused fingers digging bruises into his calves and thighs instead of the overwhelming amount of pleasure threatening to swallow him up whole.
“Hoonie, can we…stop?” Heeseung finally tries because he really feels like he cannot take anymore of this, like he is going to pass out the second time if Sunghoon persists. “This…I feel weird! I don’t like this—”
“You’re joking,” Sunghoon deadpans. “Do you realize the state you’re in? Look at yourself, hyung. You’re clenching down so hard I could come right now. You’re twitching all over, you sure you wanna stop now?”
Heeseung, embarrassed bordering shameful, turns his face to hide whatever expression showing on his face (as shameful as he can get with Sunghoon balls deep inside him). “I know that face, hyung. You’re red all over. You don’t think I recognize that kinda look?”
Curiously, Sunghoon swipes at the wet strands of hair clinging onto Heeseung’s forehead to the side. They are annoying. He wants to have a clear look of the older’s lust-stricken face as he makes Heeseung comes.
“This is so unlike you,” Heeseung ends up complaining, his voice pitching higher as a result of the pent up embarrassment, and the constant drives reaching his bundle of nerves. “You weren’t like this, saying this sort of things! How did you end up like this, Hoonie?”
Sunghoon twitches, agitated yet again by the older assuming and comparing his personality as of now to when he was a fucking child. He leans back on his knees, drags and lifts Heeseung up by the hips and abruptly, slams his cock in so deep Heeseung’s eyes sees white the briefest moment. His yelp turns into ragged moans, sultry and pitchy in a way that has adrenaline shooting straight into Sunghoon’s dick.
Sunghoon keeps hitting this one spot inside him repeatedly, a place he never knew existed and could bring out this side of him, that he is positively crying out loud, pleasures washing over him in waves and a burning heat coiling tightly at the base of his stomach.
“Ngh!” Heeseung’s back arches up like a violin string pulled taut, back and hips hanging mid-air with Sunghoon ramming his hips against the back of his thighs. The barbarian is so aggressive and wanton in his pursuit, the sounds of skin slapping against skin just resonates across the room with disgusting squelches, coupled with Heeseung’s soft, high-pitched cries and Sunghoon’s groans.
Sunghoon feels himself nearing. Heeseung feels so good, so damn delicious around him that if it were not for his pride and vow to give this man the night of his life, he would have come first.
Which is not happening, his late-teen persona stubbornly exclaims.
He drops down, clutching the collars of Heeseung’s shirt and vest and nearly rips a good handful of them when he yanks them down to expose Heeseung’s shoulders and neck.
Asides from the velvety heat wrapped around him with sweet sweet burn, he’s highly bothered by the scent dripping off of the older. The smell was the first thing he notes after Heeseung first came after the prep, mildly tinted with sweet and rather earthy scent.
Like wild raspberries, Sunghoon drunkenly makes it out. If the smell was strong enough to make its presence known to his strong sense of smell before, granted his status as one of the Dragon Tribes’ royal members, now; it’s so intense it is flooding Sunghoon’s senses like he is drowning in the damn fruit.
He is suffocating with the smell yet he is so attracted to it, like a damn fly to a rotten meat, just seeking for it like a damn mutt, burying his nose into the junction between Heeseung’s neck and shoulder.
It’s addictive. He keeps wanting more, wants to lick and bite, sink his fingers into the flesh and spread the scent all over himself. He sounds crazy to himself even if it is only in his own head.
Heeseung is driving him crazy.
Heeseung is too warped up by the sensation of Sunghoon’s cock grinding across the walls of his insides, abusing those sensitive, delicious bundle of nerves, he barely registers Sunghoon’s nose dragging its way across his jugular, his hot face feels like a freshly picked laundry out from the sun being shoved onto his bare skin after soaking in all of those sunlight, sniffing and sniffing and just sniffing.
Sunghoon’s nose, damp with sweat, sends chills down and up Heeseung’s spine, leaving tingles that sit pleasantly at the back of his head to the crown of his hair. As if his body is purring at the brief attention there.
Like a wolf finally found a single killing point, Sunghoon bares his teeth to make way for his fangs, and sinks them into the flesh just below his jugular. The puncture pain is nothing compared to what Heeseung is going through in his ass as of now, but it still brings hot tears back to his eyes, blinking rapidly through glossy eyes. His cry sounds soft to the ears, sprinkling fuel into Sunghoon’s drive.
Sunghoon lays his weight dead all over him, picking up his pace now that he senses they are both at their limits, so the helpless Heeseung could only lay there and just take everything. With how close Sunghoon is to him, he unconsciously brings his wrists over Sunghoon’s head and pulls him down by the neck with the help of the tie bounding his wrists, anything to hold on to as the pleasure builds up rapidly and swallows his vision.
“Sung—” he arches up, shoots of cum paint the little space left between their bodies. He spasms and clenches down hard on Sunghoon from the impact, Sunghoon follows closely behind him.
He feels something wet and hot spilling into him, so much that he feels them leaking against his hole and Sunghoon’s cock. The sensation of being stuffed to the point of overflowing has him seeing stars, eyes crossing over for a split second.
He stutters, shaky fingers clasping at Sunghoon’s bare shoulder for some sort of support. He feels like he is about to float off, his body feels so limp he couldn’t exactly feel the lower part of his body anymore. Groggily, he registers the faint dips and bumps of scars littered across Sunghoon’s back, some prominent, some faint underneath his clumsy touches.
Sunghoon nips at his Adam’s apple, earning a tearful whimper from the older in reaction, teething his way down to his abdomen and leaving behind angry red trails of his bite marks on the supple skin.
Heeseung has a lovely tan to where his skin is constantly exposed to the sun considering his bustling career, but where he is not, he’s a whole shade of reddish radiant white, from his collarbones down to the soft intimate touches of his thighs and calves. The raw softness and intimacy of the skin, the honest reaction of his body proves Heeseung is true to his words that he has never been with a guy before Sunghoon.
Sunghoon slowly pulls out, staring almost obsessively at the come spilling out of the clenched hole. He dislikes the idea of his future babies are just going to get wasted like this so he shoves two of his fingers inside, scooping the rest of the come back in.
He hears Heeseung hissing at him plugging him, sensitive from the overstimulation. Yet when he looks back up, Heeseung is already passed out cold, face flushed and stricken with tears, some spit here and there, with his hands laying limp over his torso.
“You seriously passed out from just that?” Sunghoon asks in disbelief. Knowing himself, he is stupid to ask that when the older is clearly out like the light, eyelashes not budging even as he taps at his cheeks with his palm.
He rubs the cheek, the skin hot and bouncy underneath his palm, pinching and pulling the flesh, stretching the corner of the lips. He gives a final bite to the bridge of the nose just because it looks so high and pretty, and pulls away completely.
“Weakling,” Sunghoon murmurs. There is an odd ache to his chest at the sight, a contraction of some sort that he remembers having as a child when his mom kissed him on the forehead or when his dragon curled around him for comfort as a babe.
But this feels different. The warmth is entirely different than the ravaging heat he felt with the intention to ruin the human previously. It blooms in his chest, leaves an odd aftertaste at the back of his mouth, it leaves him a little breathless. Though he welcomes it, surprisingly.
He gets up and picks his haphazard cloak off the stony floor of the sanctuary. He dusts it off, gives it a good shake because his home is literally a hole punched into one of the mountains of the island and dusts collects here and there as easily as he can catch a bug or two every time his sole crunches across the greenly part of the land.
Deeming it good for use, he drapes it all over the unconscious man and falls flat on his back besides him, feet in the direction of Heeseung’s torso like a ying yang because Heeseung had curled into himself when he was busy dusting the cloak and took up most of the space of the blanket.
He folds his arms behind his head, folds a knee up without bothering to button his pants properly after the shenanigans, and proceeds to stare at the others face.
The fatigue weighing down his body shows on Heeseung’s face, thick eyelashes wet and clumped together with tears and the barest of frown etched onto his forehead. He is clearly in distress, though he looks softer in his sleep compared to when he is awake, but most of the flushing has reduced. Occasionally, soft whimpers slip through the cracks of his kissed lips. Sunghoon resists from biting Heeseung's cheeks again. Instead, he clicks his tongue and swipes at the Heeseung’s cheeks and chin with the hem of his own cloak, cleaning what is left of the bodily liquid.
“Travelling alone on foot by yourself at the foot of the Holy Dragon Mountain,” Sunghoon murmurs to himself. For normal citizens, it is wise to steer clear of the area for it is manifested with wild, untamed dragons and other-worldly beasts, unmounted and vicious that even the Dragon Tribes would avoid from stumbling upon one on a regular basis.
If people ever flies there, other than the tribes themselves or professional hunters, their goals, aside from suicidal, are usually common and for only one thing.
“Are you seriously going after that, Heeseung hyung?”