Smut chapter

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Dusk fell on the royal palace as Seonghwa and San reached San's chambers. The green, blue and red paintings lining the roof and the pillars took on an orange glow as the sun hid behind the trees of the hills in the distance.

San hoped Hongjoong wouldn't be waiting for him today. Despite Seonghwa's reassurance that the king had a military meeting to attend, San just waited to be asked to join him for one of his court dinners or in his chambers. They hadn't appeared together in public yet, even when San knew they would have to show their dedication for each other and diminish rumours.

San's stomach was in nervous knots as he followed Seonghwa inside the building. Would this be fine? The dragon trusted Seonghwa's judgment and his body begged him to learn the correct way for him to fit with Hongjoong so he wouldn't have to be in agony again, but San fretted about the meaning this had in his relationship with Hongjoong. Was this considered adultery? Would Hongjoong mind? No, it was a medical procedure most of all. And Hongjoong had said himself to ask Seonghwa about San's concerns.

Seonghwa sent off the maids gathering to bow to them. As Yeosang ushered them away, the shaman caught the other male's gaze for a moment.

"Ensure we won't be bothered. If there is a pressing matter, keep anyone from barging in," Seonghwa ordered. With a bow, Yeosang ordered the maids around to keep watch for sudden visitors and stay away from San's room.

Gnawing on his lips, San followed Seonghwa inside and let the man push the door shut gently. When his eyes locked with San's flickering gaze, his face softened. The scary brows relaxed their prior concern with shooing all nosy servants off.

"Have you changed your mind?"

San hastily shook his head. He sat down on his futon the servants had prepared for the night already. Warmth permeated the floor and the blanket into his body. Insecure, San stared at his legs clad in wide, white pants that peeked out from where his light blue hanbok had fallen open around them. The claws sticking out at the end ruined the elegant image.

Seonghwa came to kneel by San's side.

"You don't have to look at me if that makes it more difficult for you. You may imagine Hongjoong doing this for you instead." A tender hand settled on San's shoulder. The dragon stopped gnawing on his lips as he nodded. Seonghwa squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Undress first. I will fetch the lubricant." While Seonghwa dipped outside and discreetly opened and closed the door only as far as he had to, San undid the laces of his clothes. Clumsily, he tried to fold them as the silk sunk into a pile on the ground. He sat there, legs crowded against his body to hide his nudity while his claws worried the blanket. He was careful not to rip it.

Seonghwa returned with a smile on his gentle lips. In his hand, he cradled a container from San's vanity. He hadn't opened them all, not interested in makeup since he couldn't try it out. It was a subtle way of making sure the oil was around if the king stayed over.

A warm human hand skimmed the scales on San's shoulder. Seonghwa urged San to lie on his lap with his arms cradling his pillow. His behind was propped up by Seonghwa's knees. Carefully, Seonghwa caressed San's ridge, that sprouted into his blue tail that wrapped around his hips. His nakedness embarrassed him, for Seonghwa was fully clothed. The shaman didn't seem irked by it.

San buried his face in the pillow, scared of the intrusion when Seonghwa's finger dipped into the oil. His eyes clenched shut, antlers bowing as he hid away.

However, instead of penetrating him right away, Seonghwa's thumb caressed San's entrance first. It slicked up his skin with the cool oil that seeped into his skin to leave a pleasant tingling.

"It works easier if you either came before or are about to. Once you like this feeling, your body will open up naturally, craving it. Otherwise, relaxing first is a fitting way to do it." Seonghwa's murmur was mellow, as if he didn't want his voice to disrupt San's tense figure. When the shaman shifted his thighs apart, San's breath hitched when the man leaned over him. A silken sleeve fluttered on his back as Seonghwa reached his second hand around him. His slick, warm fist wrapped around San's length, helping it harden.

Humiliated by their position, San clung to his pillow. He could feel Seonghwa's breath brushing his antlers in utter calmness. The shaman didn't comment on how San whined into his pillow and wriggled on his lap to thrust into that hand.

He hadn't noticed how his entrance had loosened by being distracted until the tip of Seonghwa's finger dipped in. With a yelp, San's eyes flew open, and he clenched up. Instantly, Seonghwa hummed at him consolingly.

"It's fine. It's just one finger; it won't hurt you."

Seonghwa's finger was nothing like San's claw. It was sleek and flexible as it pushed inside and lightly massaged San's walls. They fluttered and throbbed around the human's touch, but soon lost their sense of danger. San's apprehensive shoulders drooped when he allowed Seonghwa to feel for him.

The human digits pressing into him were longer than San's claws could reach inside. They touched places his body had never felt a touch to until Hongjoong treated them too roughly, but they were patient. At any uncomfortable shift of San's hips, Seonghwa pulled back to give him time. He advanced centimetre by centimetre depending on the give of San's body.

San's body was hot from his anxiety about getting hurt and the pleasure. He was barely aware of his arousal swirling in his belly, only noticing Seonghwa's lazy movement on it when the shaman pulled back his finger to add more oil. This time, instead of going deeper, he used the moment of San rutting into his hand to add another finger. It slipped in easily and withheld the clenches of San's body.

"Relax. Is my arm bothering you? I don't want to chafe your scales." The man's elbow brushed the scales on San's thighs every so often. They blended into the skin there, so they weren't out in the open, but their golden outline was still noticeable.

San weakly shook his head.

"I'm fine." His hips jerked into Seonghwa's touch, sensitive where the nimble fingers of the shaman pressed against him. He shuddered, pleasure sweeping away the anxiety as no pain came with the passing minutes. His tail unravelled, hanging limply between their bodies so it wouldn't disturb Seonghwa's movement between San's legs.

"You need the patience to get there. Only add and stretch after your body isn't complaining about it anymore. I can do this and you won't resist now." To demonstrate, Seonghwa scissored his fingers open. San's breath hitched at the cold air meeting him, giving away that he had been opened further than he had expected. His body didn't clamp back shut, too busy driving his leaking tip into the ring of Seonghwa's fingers. The slick slide worried San that they would ruin Seonghwa's clothes and his blanket, but he was too blissed out to care.

"The secret key to getting you relaxed and to enjoy this, however, is here. Brace yourself." Seonghwa's hand on San's hardness stilled, arm wrapping tighter around him. Anxiously, San stared into the empty room as Seonghwa felt for something specific.

The next moment, he hit something inside of San and, like a clap of thunder, pleasure lurched through San's body. It tingled in his spine and all over his body until he felt it in the tips of his claws. His antlers knocked against Seonghwa's shoulder when he threw his head back in surprise. The shaman's weight kept him down as he lurched. As soon as the pressure stopped, San slumped. He was exhausted, as if he had just come, but his weeping length still hung between Seonghwa's thighs.

"That is your special spot. If you massage it, you feel good, but it won't work if you clench too much. Hongjoong should know of it, so if you prepare well and he pursues it, you will feel good." Seonghwa slipped in a third finger and spread them. They opened San's insides, making way for something bigger that wouldn't have to force in its way. Panting, San clung to his pillow. He drooled all over it and Seonghwa, reaching for his length again, made it worse. Whines and mewls of pleasure got stifled in Seonghwa's side.

"If it's wet enough, movement is no issue and you might even yearn for it." Seonghwa thrust his fingers to mimic the action Hongjoong and San had done before. This time, it was much smoother. San didn't notice his hips pushed back into it until Seonghwa chuckled.

"Like that, yes. You are now so far open that you can take him easily. Now, he will access your delightful spots." Seonghwa turned his hand, fingertips brushing San's nerves again. The dragon lurched away from the source of indiscernible pleasure he hadn't thought possible from something like that. At the same time, his body arched to get Seonghwa deeper. It hoped for something bigger to replace those fingers. Something just as smooth and hot.

San stifled his noises in his pillow as their movement sped up. Each time San shoved back to meet a thrust, Seonghwa plunged his fingers deep inside until his palm flattened against the swell of San's behind. His other hand worked tirelessly, seeking to bring release over San.

"Please-" San begged, not knowing what he needed. His body was ablaze with the sensations crashing into him. He convulsed from the pleasure coming from Seonghwa's fingers inside of him. Desperate, he thrust into the hand.

In response, Seonghwa sped up further. His fingers jabbed at San until he saw stars, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His heavy head collapsed, antlers digging into Seonghwa's side as the Shaman ripped the very ground they laid on away under San. With his orgasm wracking through him like an explosion, San came over Seonghwa's hand, spilling more than he ever did before. He shuddered around the fingers, coaxing him through it.

When San's trembles stopped, Seonghwa freed his hand. It left behind a cold emptiness as the shaman cleaned his fingers on a towel. He rolled San around to ease the strain on his spine and wiped the spot below him. When his eyes found the dragon's lax expression, Seonghwa had to giggle.

"This expression looks good on you."

Unable to speak, San closed his eyes. He floated as if on a cloud, and sweet tingles hit his body every so often. Weak, his claws twitched where he had discarded the pillow.

Seonghwa stood to bring over San's nightclothes. As he stuffed the dragon's limbs that were gooey like noodles into the fabric, San leaned against his chest to rest his head without hurting his antlers. As he was pressed against the shaman and he droned on about the risks of ripping his entrance and causing bacterial infection, San sleepily noticed something else. Through the white fabric of Seonghwa's pants, he could feel the hardness of the shaman bulging against him.

Not only was Seonghwa no female shaman, but he also wasn't one of the palace eunuchs that took over most ritualistic roles. The press of him against San's side made the dragon nervous, but he didn't comment on it as Seonghwa took care of him.

Once San was tucked in and some water prepared next to his bed in case he awoke thirsty, Seonghwa stood. San's tired eyes followed him as he cleared away San's clothes.

"Thank you for treating me," San muttered, tongue loose. Seonghwa chuckled.

"You are welcome. Though you won't be able to do the same next time you prepare by yourself. You may always call for me if you plan to lie with the king, so I may help you. If that is a discomfort, I may prepare you some wooden sticks you may use instead."

San nodded. He already knew wood would feel nowhere as good as a person's touch, but he felt too awkward calling upon Seonghwa to do this for him before he saw Hongjoong.

"Wood will be fine," San whispered.

Seonghwa opened the door and bowed.

"I will have suitable ones provided for you. Rest well."

San's eyes slipped shut to sleep off his bliss in a dreamless night.