This one is a commission for mingisminkii on twitter, all thanks to getting this posted go to her! This Woogi one shot takes place at no specific moment of the MELF series and can be read as a standalone ^^

Smut warning for the second half 

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Wooyoung leaned against the stands next to the training grounds, surrounded by weapons. His wings loosely hovered behind him, soaking up the summer sun while his fingers played with the grips of various swords. Gryphon-borns weren't classically bearers of weapons, fancying their claws more than any steel, but as a scout, he learned his way with a dagger. Since he married the Seonghwa, however, he was surrounded by weapons much more peculiar and powerful than the simple daggers crafted by their smith. Seonghwa's spear was a marvel of glimmering gems and a blade so sharp it could split hair, and San's golden sword was similarly an artefact, blessed by the sun's rays and the durable steel of his home. 

All these filigree bows and sabres and axes were beyond Wooyoung's understanding. But he liked letting his fingers dance over them to feel the tingle of their might. 

Today, like many other days, he watched San spar with Seonghwa's elite warriors. The angel was spectacular to look at with his many wings and the white clothes that hugged his muscular frame. Often, Wooyoung came outside for his viewing pleasure. It was even more fun since San was unaware of the effect his sweaty, ruffled appearance had on his wife and the palace maids alike. No matter how enticingly his body moved, the angel never lost his composure. His every movement was sharp, yet never brusque. He knew how to channel his strength and made it look as if he were dancing instead of fighting. Though he wasn't allowed to touch his sword, Wooyoung knew it must weigh much heavier than his arms made it look.

Wooyoung found the sight interesting, since he picked at his enemies like a bird of prey, soaring through the air. Despite his wings, San was a master at staying footed in combat.

Seonghwa also enjoyed the spectacle. So often, he stole away from his duties to duck under Yeosang's wide branches and relish the sight. Today, as well, he sat with Buddy and Yunho by his side. The two played with the overzealous dog and fed each other sweet tarts. Their affection was to gag at, but Wooyoung long since didn't mind the others anymore. Though he would like all of Seonghwa's focus on him, waiting for his undivided attention always payed off. And the rest of the harem surrounding him wasn't so bad.

Ever so intrigued by the arrogant yet handsome angel Seonghwa fancied, Wooyoung stepped back from the stand when their swords clashed with a blood-curdling screech. He spread his wings to lift into the sky, always liking how its rays caressed his feathers and the wind ruffled through his hair. The air was his home, and he was effortlessly talented at weaving his silver trails. In this regard, he would claim he was better than San. 

Cocky, Wooyoung glanced down at him, as San ignored the natural advantage of his wings and rather dully hacked with his sword at his opponent. As attractive as his combat made him look, he was a fool for taking the harder route. With much less effort, Wooyoung achieved the same result. And San's constant training reminded them of the potential of war always looming. Couldn't he relish the current peace?

In his smugness, Wooyoung's eyes trailed off and traced over the sweat glistening on San's neck, the steady grip of his hands on his sword, and the elegant poise of his wings that never slacked. Wooyoung knew why Seonghwa was so enraptured by him. Whatever games the two played when they were alone, they made Seonghwa blush like no other.

So curious to find out more, Wooyoung trusted blindly into the wind to carry him. By the time he noticed his air flow was splitting around a tree, he already crashed into it. 

Twigs and branches broke under the force of his tumbling body, and Wooyoung instinctively curled up. His wings cut through the leaves like blades, swathing him in safety and a moment later, he fell from the crown and dropped onto the earth. He was unscathed apart from a few scratches, but he groaned at the dull thud on the ground.

How embarrassing.

Sheepishly, Wooyoung wrapped his wings around himself as he peered at his scratches. He blew at an angry red line on his arm and looked around for marigolds to put on the bleeding.

Instead of sweet flowers, however, he spotted a demon three heads taller than him slowly making his way in his direction. Insecurity was constantly painted on Mingi's features and he threaded lightly between the grasses Seonghwa treasured so. The trees leaned to make it easier for him to pass and offered their steady stems when he felt for guidance.

Wooyoung never had much to do with his kin, but Mingi was the mildest of all demons. He never raised his voice, and he never tried to force his way onto Seonghwa with the brute strength stored in his long limbs. 

His blind eyes were peaceful and guarded, skittish even. If Seonghwa weren't so protective of him, Wooyoung would tease him in the same way his folk teased their weaker members - as a means to make them man up and regain their confidence from stubbornness. But Mingi wasn't like that. Mingi was easily hurt, and Seonghwa asked everyone to be patient with him. As much as his tall horns and dark skin intimidated Wooyoung occasionally, they spent many moons together without an incident.

If anything, Mingi became a frequent victim to others' malice. Not that Wooyoung had much of a protective instinct, but he enjoyed seeing Seonghwa's brows draw together in graceful ire whenever someone insulted his precious demon husband. There was something so delicious about his ice-cold dominance, especially when his lithe body stepped in front of the towering demon.

Wooyoung scrambled to sit up when Mingi came his way. His rustling must have alerted the wandering demon. Judging by how far from the training grounds they were, the demon got lost between the trees and used the sounds to guide him.

Just Wooyoung's luck to tumble before his feet so foolishly.

Mingi wore simple cotton clothing, preferring its texture over the slithery silk Seonghwa liked to dress everyone in. When he halted before Wooyoung, his frame filled out the woven fabric. Although he was no fighter, he was built well. Before Wooyoung's mind could wander to all the delicious surprises he knew Mingi was hiding under that clueless expression and the humble clothes, he shook out his wings.

"Hello," Wooyoung greeted the demon, overly chipper to brush over his fall. He got to his talons nonchalantly, wincing at the sting in his claw and arm. 

This was exactly why Hlin kept calling him a chick. Wooyoung was easily distracted, but who could blame him when his gorgeous wife lived in such a spectacular place with so fascinating beings? Wooyoung was naturally curious and extroverted. He liked being occupied with people.

"Did you fall into the tree?" Mingi asked right away and Wooyoung gritted back a curse. How was it that the blind demon of all people had to point out his blunder?

Wooyoung's embarrassment mocked him from the inside.

"What? No," Wooyoung laughed. He waved his hand about, lucky Mingi couldn't see his apparent state of chaos.

In general, Wooyoung liked the thought that Mingi couldn't see. It was oddly... exciting. Wooyoung could do so many things and Mingi would never know.

"Who would be so stupid as to fall into a tree?" Wooyoung was about to march off and call it a day before Seonghwa could notice and scold him to be more careful (Wooyoung would much prefer a heart-wrenching worry and care package from him), when Mingi made a cautious step in his direction.

Awed by his height and the sinister appearance that should have terrified the forest fae but instead brought them closer to coo about Mingi's adorable curls, Wooyoung looked up at him. Mingi blindly felt for his hand and it seemed mean not to give it to him. As soon as Wooyoung slipped his fingers into the large palm of the demon, heat rose in his cheeks. His fingers splayed to cover merely the flat of Mingi's palm. 

Wooyoung's mind always liked to wander quickly.

He was busy thinking about those hands on his body and covering massive parts of it, so he missed the moment Mingi's searching fingertips made contact with his scarred skin. With a hiss, Wooyoung jerked away and Mingi's careful grip immediately fell from him.

"You're hurt," Mingi stated, and his frown disappeared under his messy hair. Wooyoung flicked his grey locks back.

"No cause for concern; it's just a scratch. Don't you dare tell Seonghwa about this." The threat worked and Mingi pursed his lips, but he didn't wander off yet. Too many weeks passed for him to take Wooyoung's hisses too seriously.

"Let me treat it at least."

Wooyoung's instinct a few years back would have been to scoff at him and ask how a blind man wanted to treat his injury. Today, however, he considered the helpful demon. In the privacy between the trees, he looked so worried and hunched into his pleading hands. Seonghwa taught him to care for others. Not unlike Wooyoung, Mingi learned to please Seonghwa by growing into a good person.

Wooyoung ruffled prideful wings.

"Fine. If I let you treat me, will you let it go unmentioned?"

Instantly, a smile spread across Mingi's lips.

"I didn't see anything."

Wooyoung had to scoff.

"Perfect. Then I will endure your fretting." Hurt in his honour despite his words, Wooyoung followed behind Mingi. He grimaced occasionally at the pain in his leg, but bit back any sounds that could alert Mingi to his situation. Ridiculous as he was, he might try carrying Wooyoung and if it came to that, he couldn't avoid Seonghwa's alert. 

The demon found his way back to the castle, in tune with its song for Seonghwa's beauty. Wooyoung couldn't hear it and sometimes, he was upset about how Seonghwa smiled about this topic with some other husbands but not him. To Mingi, it was a convenient guidance. 

The demon threaded cautiously, and the guards opened the door for them. Hongjoong always liked the rush of power he received from being an influential person in Seonghwa's castle. Wooyoung found it silly. He could open doors all by himself. The lives of rich people relied heavily on weakness, and Hlin always guffawed about it on her visits. 

Mingi led Wooyoung up the stairs. They passed Seungyoun, who sent them a warm smile and a bow. He was Seonghwa's head servant and sometimes Wooyoung was jealous of him, too. Seonghwa and he had a strong bond and Seungyoun had insight into parts of Seonghwa's life that were private to anyone else. 

But Wooyoung learned to be patient. Seonghwa grew much more comfortable around them with time and he learned that his life was interesting to them and they cared, not just for his riches and body.

Since Mingi's room was cast in perpetual darkness, Wooyoung tugged him over to his own. After they sent a servant for some medical equipment, they settled in the round fluff of Wooyoung's bed. Seonghwa had a basket his size custom-made for him and inlaid it with the softest cashmere. Wooyoung rowed pillows all around and treasured the blankets and plush dolls he received since his arrival. Seonghwa's gifts could never be too far from him. Whenever he didn't wear his green scarf, it was part of his nest and served as a cushion. He lost it once, when Buddy tugged it out of his nest to carry around the castle, and Wooyoung created mayhem and everyone had to search until it was found.

Mingi huddled into the nest and Wooyoung sprawled out comfortably. He offered the tall demon his arm and watched in awe as Mingi's movements in preparing his utensils were fluid. He had his ways of finding what he needed and his careful fingers never touched Wooyoung's injury directly.

At Wooyoung's pleased whistle, Mingi's cheeks darkened.

"You really find your way around Seonghwa's place now. I think it's good he kept you," Wooyoung cooed, finding the demon so dear. When Mingi ducked his head, the smirk on Wooyoung's lips broadened. He leaned back his head, babbling while he had to sit through his treatment.

"Our moon elf is a marvel, isn't he? He made us all feel at home when we are so far from our people. I adore him with all my heart. You and I, we are cannot live up to others of our kin, but he accepts us as equal to the others, which are the elite! Isn't he so lovely?" Dreamily, Wooyoung sighed into the air. Mingi shifted to kneel over his relaxed talon and tended to the second scratch there as soon as Wooyoung had directed his touch. The demon's hands were ridiculously larger than his and Wooyoung ignored the heat pooling in his belly when he noticed the difference in the length of their fingers. When his hand wrapped around a single finger of the demon, he looked like a child holding on to a parent.

"I always want to cherish him. Give him everything he could ever ask for, but then he tends to us even better. He is so effortlessly graceful and beautiful." Wooyoung continued, bonding with the demon who was so different from him over their shared passion for their wife. 

To Wooyoung, who was so greedy and wanted Seonghwa all for himself, and whose folk were used to fighting for their partner and roughhousing for dominance during marriage, sharing was difficult. But whenever Seonghwa paid attention to him, all that stress evaporated. A single moment under those loving eyes healed weeks of yearning. 

Mingi leaned closer, speechless at hearing Wooyoung boast so unabashedly. When his knee accidentally knocked into Wooyoung's lazing wing, he reeled back.

"Oh, pardon me."

For a moment, wide, blind eyes akin to black crystals blinked up at Wooyoung. The dark curls framing Mingi's face fell so softly and Wooyoung's hand lifted on instinct. He cradled that warm jaw, the skull so much bigger and scarier than his own. Mingi flinched at the first touch, not expecting it, but he didn't draw away.

Wooyoung studied his long lashes, the plush lips. Seonghwa always praised Mingi, but he didn't do it just to boost his confidence. In Mingi's eyes lay the depths of the caverns he came from, but no malice. Those unseeing eyes were beautiful and peaceful. 

Stirred up since earlier, Wooyoung lingered with his eyes stuck on Mingi's lips. The demon didn't know he was staring. Didn't know Wooyoung gnawed on his own lip in contemplation.

What kept him from kissing the others? They all tumbled into piles when Seonghwa was involved. Since Mingi adored Seonghwa and Wooyoung adored Seonghwa, wasn't it fine to indulge even when he wasn't present?

"Are you all right?" Mingi whimpered, scared to have hurt Wooyoung when he didn't reply for a long time. Instantly, Wooyoung purred at him.

"I'm fine. I'm just looking at you right now. You aren't so bad, you know? I know what Seonghwa likes about you." Coy fingers trailed over Mingi's horns, admiring their hard, scarred exterior. When Wooyoung loosely grabbed at them for a minuscule tug, a surprised sound stuttered from Mingi's lips.

"W-wait," the demon asked and Wooyoung shuffled closer. He opened his legs around Mingi's, framing his hips with the bird's claws his thighs ended in. Mingi shuddered in his grip and his blush was adorable. He didn't pull away and his hands hovered near Wooyoung's thighs.

"You're really pretty. Of course, you also have the qualities that make demons perfect bedmates, but..." Wooyoung glanced between them at Mingi's crotch and this time, he didn't battle the hunger taking him over. Mingi whimpered in his hold. "You also have a beautiful face. And you are so tame. Just perfect for our beloved Seonghwa. I never have to worry you might hurt him."

"Never," Mingi gasped out, buttered from all the compliments but urgent when tested. "I would never hurt him." Desperation flashed across his brow, as if afraid he would get wrongfully accused. Which happened in the past, and he was eager to prove himself.

What a treat.

Wooyoung huddled closer until his breath skimmed Mingi's lips. Below him, the demon sat obediently still. There was so much of him for Wooyoung to play with. He was so well-trained.

"How about the two of us, hm? Let's play. We both adore Seonghwa more than anything, so I know we click well."

Although Mingi didn't back away, his expression was unsure. 

"You are hurt," he pointed out, not one to worsen Wooyoung's wounds. The gryphon-born flicked a dismissive hand.

If that was Mingi's sole concern, it was an easy fix. So he was adventurous enough to try out the others in private.

"Those are just a few scratches. Nothing worth mentioning. If we are careful with one another, nothing will happen. And you are nice to me, no?" Wooyoung's voice sunk into the seductive, cutesy drawl he used when he wanted Seonghwa to hold him down. As he cosied into Mingi's shoulder, the demon's arm slipped around Wooyoung's waist on instinct. He was mindful not to damage his fragile wings as he allowed Wooyoung close.

"Yes."

Endeared, Wooyoung kissed Mingi's chin. Again, Mingi didn't see him coming and his cheeks darkened.

"You're such a cute one. Are you as dear for me? Or would you rather discover a new, wild side of yourself? Between us, it can stay a secret."

Mingi shook his head. When his hand smoothed down Wooyoung's back, it brought along a pleasant tingle. Wooyoung melted into his hold instinctively, losing some of his tension. Whenever he encountered a bigger, stronger body to hold him down, he lost his painstakingly learned dominance.

"I won't be mean to anyone. Do you have a hidden side you want to explore?"

Contemplative, Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Mingi's shoulders. Their bodies were ignited with the demon's heat and already, Wooyoung wanted to grind his half-hard into Mingi's thick thighs. Glorious thighs. As obsessed as Yunho was with Seonghwa, Wooyoung caught him sneaking glimpses at them.

"I suppose with Seonghwa, I like to be spoiled. But you are so innocent. I could do so many devious things to you." Wooyoung traced his fingers over Mingi's shoulder, tangling them in the bindings of his shirt. When they unravelled and cool air touched Mingi's collarbone, he shifted his legs further apart. Intertwined as they were, neither of them would be going anywhere in the next few hours.

Wooyoung eagerly arched into him when Mingi traced his hands over Wooyoung's wings, getting a feel for their shape so he knew what to look out for.

But as Wooyoung's mind was full of thoughts about pushing him down and riding him until those precious eyes filled with desperate tears, he was unprepared for the intense effect Mingi's hot, large hands had on him. Although their touch was so cautious it became light as a feather, Wooyoung crumbled into him with a surprised moan as that heat penetrated the thin bones of his wings. Mingi's heat resonated in him and Wooyoung whimpered against his neck. In Mingi's chest rumbled a chuckle.

"I am curious to learn." His deep voice had Wooyoung pinching his thighs together. Damn it, maybe it was for the best if he pushed Mingi down and used him as a tool for his pleasure first? He could torment him later. 

"I'll treat you well," Wooyoung muttered, trying to replicate Seonghwa's charming patience, but Mingi wrapped his hands around Wooyoung's waist, almost enclosing it, and Wooyoung whined. His body ached with the need to be filled, a slave to their differences. Mingi's body was everything he could ever ask for. Even when Seonghwa's beautiful shape pressed him down, Mingi's sheer size woke something carnal in Wooyoung. 

Noticing the tremble in his grip, Mingi showed a proud grin. 

"Will you?" He teased and Wooyoung's head lolled when Mingi nosed at his neck, exploring Wooyoung's scent and feel which were so different from Seonghwa. 

"Y-yes," Wooyoung whimpered and his hips bucked by themselves, rutting into the much larger body of the demon. How far would Wooyoung have to spread his thighs to take him in this position? Lust quickly took overhand and Wooyoung lost all sense in his purpose. 

But he woke a mischievous side in Mingi; one that was at ease with their similarities in want. When Mingi turned them so he could lie down and protect Wooyoung's wings while he perched on the demon's hips, his smile was indulgent. 

Though this wasn't what Wooyoung planned initially, it sparked fresh ideas. With a wobbly smile, he ran his hands below Mingi's shirt, pushing it up to roam his chest. They freed him from it together and Mingi's lean frame came into view. Wooyoung bit his lip as he scratched a fingernail over Mingi's perked buds and the demon arched with a rumbling moan. He bucked with the might of an untamed gryphon. Wooyoung almost tumbled off, so he clamped his legs around Mingi, careful not to scratch him since they promised each other patience. Instead, Mingi's bulge desperately squeezed against Wooyoung's behind. He needed to be freed from his confinements already, and it would just be a shame not to indulge.

"Just trust me," Wooyoung purred as he tugged down Mingi's breeches. He had seen Mingi's nether regions a lot of times and had taken him before. And yet, whenever that thick, black flesh that oozed its dark liquid sprang at him, Wooyoung's mouth watered. Immediately, he had to wrap a hand around it and his fingers couldn't reach all the way around. As he grazed that hot flesh, Mingi's clawed hands dug into Wooyoung's pillows with restraint. Thirsting to feel their strength, Wooyoung pulled them over to rest on his thighs. His legs were muscular from many years of flying and running, and Mingi's touch on them was just right.

"I'll take good care of you." With that, Wooyoung shuffled backwards to let Mingi's hands drop from his legs. He bent at the hip and his fingers searched the surrounding pillows for the jar of oil he kept around for surprise visits from Seonghwa or even his personal yearning. Ever since he left the Cliffs of Zephyr, his body often longed for submission and pleasure. It was so shameful Hlin could never know about it, but at Seonghwa's side, Wooyoung wasn't embarrassed. Whenever he found himself ridiculous, Seonghwa assured him how dear he was and how well the look of arousal suited him. 

Seonghwa appreciated this unexpected side of Wooyoung. So Wooyoung learned to be proud of it.

His first finger eased past his entrance smoothly. He did this often enough his body learned to relax. It even expected the promised bliss with giddiness. 

Wooyoung's lips trailed along the delicious, leaking tip of Mingi's length. The head was obscenely thick, shaped differently than their more human companions. It was a stretch to fit into Wooyoung's mouth, but his eyes rolled back the moment he could feel that flesh between his lips. It was so hot, so powerful to ravage anything Mingi desired. Yet, he used it only with utmost vigilance. 

Wooyoung was obsessed. 

Mingi's sweet moans mixed with the occasional pants of Wooyoung as he twisted his wrist to reach deeper from his uncomfortable angle. The demon squirmed below Wooyoung, feeling good yet unable to articulate himself beyond his throaty moans. 

A rush of power how he rarely felt it with Seonghwa struck Wooyoung. He enjoyed having the demon at his mercy, enjoyed tickling sensations out of him while Mingi didn't know what was coming. Wooyoung was in the lead now and while it wasn't classically the route he took, his inert cockiness was in his blood.

With a breathless grin, Wooyoung swallowed Mingi as deep as he could, just barely halfway down. He rocked back into his fingers, eager to fill that aching void with the delicious demon in front of him. Every time he bumped against the back of Wooyoung's throat, his tear-filled eyes widened as he was afraid to choke and go down like this.

To him, that was an honourable enough way to go. He chuckled at the imagination of Seonghwa's panic.

"W-Wooyoung-" Mingi stuttered and his fingers roamed Wooyoung's shoulders, mapping out his head and jaw to cradle it. Wooyoung could feel him submit to the tension the slightest bit, hips jerking to bury in Wooyoung's mouth.

Though satisfaction filled Wooyoung's chest, his mind spun. He wanted to melt away, wanted Mingi to use his body in the nastiest ways. 

But not this demon. He was precious.

Wooyoung slowly pulled off, leaving Mingi soaked with his spit. After a playful kiss to his tip, Wooyoung used both hands to keep him heated while he sat up.

"You close? Want me to continue?"

Mingi bit his lip, refusing to make demands. Now that it was just between them without Seonghwa's guiding hand, Wooyoung fully realised the constant patience needed to draw Mingi's needs from him. While Seonghwa had become an expert at this, Wooyoung bumbled his way through. In his mind, making demands was so easy.

"Tell me, hm? Tell me what you want, so I can give it to you." Wooyoung tried, using the voice Seonghwa enticed them with. He wasn't nearly as good at it, but Mingi's mind was gooey from desire. He heard the familiar words, and a whine broke the barrier of his teeth.

"Please," Mingi begged so easily, despite his size and might that could easily overpower the flailing gryphon-born. "Please let me- Let me-" Helpless lashes fluttered and Wooyoung cooed, drunk on the power he had over the massive demon. He slinked atop him, far too excited to torment him further. Mingi's large body was sprawled out below him; so much for Wooyoung to relish in.

"No worries, I know what you need," Wooyoung frolicked as he guided Mingi's arousal to align with him. It was scary, obscenely big, even though Wooyoung wasn't as lithe as Seonghwa. He had seen the elf take it, speared atop Mingi until he was held up by no more but Mingi's rod, and that sight was so overwhelming. Wooyoung, similarly ruined in his prior beliefs as Seonghwa, was a slave to it.

Mingi yelped when he felt the tight heat of a body around him. His hands flew to Wooyoung's hips, needing the insurance to yank him away the moment his noises turned pained. Again, he had the opposite effect. Wooyoung melted, body easing up to sink down on Mingi. He was never scarce in his noises, assuring the demon he had no need to worry. 

Perfectly restrained by his caution, Mingi was frozen in place while Wooyoung settled down. His wings quivered, and he barely had any strength in his thighs, but he made up for it by bracing his hands on Mingi's chest. When he rolled his hips to test out the feeling, both of them slumped into each other. Hot breaths turned into wanton moans as they discovered their liking for one another.

"That's it," Wooyoung sighed, awkward with the silence when Mingi fought his instincts the entire time. Rocking into him with enthusiasm, Wooyoung made an effort to show he was fine. Sweat pearled on his forehead and he was split open so deeply. Mingi touched places inside him he hadn't known existed and a stupid, dangerous side of Wooyoung always wanted to know if he could taste the demon in his throat with some effort. He knew demons could kill by rupturing the guts of some species they rammed into, but with Mingi's caution, nothing like that would happen.

One day, Wooyoung's foolish curiosity might be the end of him. Only his love for Seonghwa and the fear of getting mocked by his tribe held him back.

It took them a while to work Wooyoung's body open around Mingi. Until his sweaty form fully settled, Wooyoung made sure it wouldn't get boring for Mingi. He kneaded greedy hands into his chest and, though he couldn't reach Mingi's head for a messy kiss from his position, he pressed his quivering lips to Mingi's abdomen. None of Wooyoung's prior cockiness remained, but he was too blissed out to pout about it. Everything inside him was blissfully melting for the demon.

When their slow rocking and the taunting drag of Mingi's shape against his innards finally connected their hips with one another, Wooyoung let out a moan of relief. He circled his hips into the demon, relishing every hot throb. They had dissolved into one and Wooyoung twitched and leaked like crazy, tip drooling like a faucet. His pleasure was all over the place, unsure whether it wanted to come untouched right away or hold out.

Speechless beyond anything but the feeling between the two of them, Wooyoung just went with the flow. 

Mingi reached out to trail his fingers through Wooyoung's feathers. He knew how a touch to them could make the gryphon-born tremble and instantly Wooyoung's lashes fluttered. Slumping onto Mingi, Wooyoung urged his body to move. Since Mingi was afraid of this part, he stiffened into a tool for Wooyoung to use. Depressing as it could be not to be scuttled to an inch of his life, Wooyoung respected Mingi's reluctance. Enough races died from climbing atop a demon with too much cockiness and Wooyoung's body wasn't as fuelled by magic as Seonghwa's.

With his talons buried in the blanket below, Wooyoung used it as leverage to rise off. Even when he fully lifted onto his knees, Mingi was still connected to him. Whenever he dropped back down, Mingi bulged through his stomach. He stirred Wooyoung up deep inside and the idea of him and his size inside of Wooyoung tipped him off faster than the friction itself. Desperate to find release, Wooyoung reached for himself with one hand while the other guided his body. Sweaty hair hung into his eyes.

"Wanna come together, Mingi? You close?" Wooyoung panted as he drank up the sight of Mingi's parted lips, the helpless moans. He made Wooyoung shudder without trying to, blind to his pleasure, yet his fingers seemed to know the exact way to weave between Wooyoung's feathers to make him disintegrate. 

Shuddering when Wooyoung's body swallowed him yet again and swathed Mingi with the heat of living flesh, Mingi managed a nod.

"L-let me-" He flailed, hand uncoordinated when he forgot how his body worked for a moment. They both knew the other wasn't the elf they desired so much, but Wooyoung was into it for its own perks. Mingi was lovely, as Seonghwa always said. And his throat arched handsomely as he found Wooyoung's middle and knocked his hands off to jerk him to completion.

Unable to lift off his hips anymore, Wooyoung focused on grinding back on him, keeping himself stuffed. Even the slightest of brushes against his nerve bundle made his claws curl up. Seonghwa specifically found a rare fabric in the empire that allowed Wooyoung to dig his claws into it without ripping it apart. It came in handy when his wings fluttered and he ground himself at anything he could reach. The pleasure was too much, crashing over him in waves until Wooyoung didn't know anymore whether he wanted to pull away or push closer. 

"Please," Mingi whimpered and his abdomen tensed when he held back, waiting for Wooyoung's body to spasm in that telling way. They were rougher in their pleasure than they were with Seonghwa. Where their moon elf was refined and classy to the moment he tipped back his head and his long dark curls cascaded over his back and his eyes shut, Wooyoung and Mingi grabbed onto each other as if they would be swept away otherwise. 

Wooyoung choked on a moan. The air was scorching from Mingi's presence and the pulsing inside him insistent.

"Damn it... I need your come inside of me. I know I'm not Seonghwa, but please? Can you make an exception for me?" Wooyoung asked, throwing his hair back. With a whimper, Mingi nodded, and it was yet another approval Wooyoung earned which he couldn't withstand. His legs locked up, cramping into the sheets as he clung to Mingi. As his insides tightened, Wooyoung's white seed splattered over his dark grey fingers, soiling them with innocence.

Mingi clutched at him, holding Wooyoung down in an instinct he couldn't refuse. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but Wooyoung loved it. He didn't pull away, let Mingi relish the ecstasy he sought, and then, so smoothly, he buried inside Wooyoung to fill him with his heat. As always, it was too much, was uncomfortable, and didn't fit paired with the size of him, but Wooyoung endured it, let it enter deep into him as he allowed Mingi to clutch his hips against his own. Wooyoung slumped onto his chest, holding on for dear life as Mingi rocked into the squelching heat, pushing his spill deeper on instinct. 

"There you go," Wooyoung crooned, although he felt just as proud of himself since he accommodated Mingi's comfort so well. "That's it. Get it all in there. Stuff me full." Quivering fingertips played with Mingi's horns, pulling gently until Mingi groaned and twitched with his last spurt. Then, immediately, he wrapped his arms around Wooyoung. He tugged him against his large, overheated body, stifled him in his embrace. Though it overheated his sweaty body, Wooyoung's heart skipped at the warmth, the care during their intimacy. All too happily, he cosied into Mingi's chest while the softening demon gradually slipped from him.

"Are you unhurt? Any discomfort?" Mingi whispered and his empty eyes stared at Wooyoung as if he could read his aura if only he tried enough. The petting hands on Wooyoung's hair and wings made him preen, and he gladly slumped onto Mingi to let himself be tended to. Mingi's warmth made him sleepy, and Wooyoung felt safe and satisfied atop the demon.

"Hmm, I'm good," Wooyoung purred. He propped himself up on arms like goo and studied Mingi's features. They were unveiled by the mess of his hair in the pillows and though he looked scary with his horns and pointed ears, Wooyoung found him cute. Not what Wooyoung would go for usually, not feminine enough, but all of those tastes changed anyway once he got married.

"How about you, hm? Did you feel good?" Wooyoung reached down to separate them and purred at the trickle of liquid that followed Mingi's loss. It pooled on the demon's crotch, making him blush. 

"I'm sorry if it was too much at the end. I lost myself."

"I liked it," Wooyoung assured him right away. Although he was more fragile than Seonghwa he liked the rough play more than their elf. "Don't apologise when we both enjoyed it."

Mingi ducked his head, shy at Wooyoung's brazen confidence. His fingers felt over Wooyoung's wings and hair, caressing everything soft before they found back to his injuries. Under Wooyoung's clammy skin, they burnt with insistence.

"Let me treat them again," Mingi begged, even though he hadn't even caused them.

Endeared by the helpful demon and his constant fretting, Wooyoung placed his head on Mingi's chest and listened to the twin thumping of his two hearts. Their beat calmed him, and his lashes fluttered with a yawn.

"Let's do that after some sleep. I don't want to get up right now."

Appeased, for now, Mingi gave in. He carefully rolled Wooyoung off of him so he could stretch out his cramped legs, but Mingi's arms never left him. They cosied up together and Wooyoung lazily covered them with a wing in lieu of a blanket. Sated and happy while Mingi's skin warmed him and the evidence of their adventure traced down his thigh, Wooyoung allowed the tiredness to catch up with him. 

The room was messier than usual and reeked of sex. When Seonghwa would come in later, he would smile that knowing smirk, so beautiful on his stunning elfin features. He would know exactly what happened and he might praise and coo to Wooyoung about it. After all, both he and Mingi had fun, and neither got hurt despite the obvious hindrances.

Exhausted and proud, Wooyoung cuddled up to Mingi and patted his head. Cautious not to knock into him, Mingi stayed tense against his chest for a moment and then he relaxed. They fell into a careless slumber, sprawled out and at ease as they got along better than ever before.