smut chapter!

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Seonghwa rested together with Wooyoung while the others prepared some food. They didn't sleep, but they cuddled against each other and whispered while the rest recovered from the panic of the early morning. Though the elf was mindful not to touch Wooyoung and placed himself on his right, the gryphon-born cockily wrapped an arm around Seonghwa's waist.

"I like how you care for me. And that you were so ready to run out to save me," he whispered, full of mischievousness. Seonghwa ran ginger fingers through strands of grey hair, so glad he gave his tear to Wooyoung back then.

"I worried for you, my love. I felt I couldn't be happy anymore if I lost you."

Flattered, Wooyoung bit back his smug grin.

"Although I am neither a grand knight nor the father of your children. I did well for myself," he boasted. Prideful wings ruffled, and he stifled a groan when that was a mistake.

Worried, Seonghwa traced his fingers over his flank.

"Of course. I love you as much as the others, you know that."

"I simply like to hear it again," Wooyoung grinned with a wag of his brows. As punishment for taking Seonghwa's woes lightly and for running off to fight by himself, Seonghwa let his fingers dance over Wooyoung's side. It was something he watched Yunho do to Aodhán, and it always made the boy giggle. It didn't work on Morana, neither on Seonghwa. But the elf was delighted when Wooyoung squirmed, holding back a snicker.

Intrigued, Seonghwa scooted closer. They shared a blanket and Wooyoung's body was sprawled out at ease, but he curled into Seonghwa's side when the tickling persisted. His laughter charmed the elf and though he wanted to see Wooyoung's smiling face and the adorable scrunch of his features, the elf allowed him to duck into his shoulder as he trembled.

Quickly, Wooyoung heated under the blanket and he wormed around, but he didn't roll away. So fond of the sound of his laughter, Seonghwa slipped his fingers under his tunic to touch his heated skin. It was even easier to tickle him there.

"W-Wait-" Wooyoung guffawed, interrupted by yet another high-pitched giggle. Yeosang couldn't help his snicker in his corner, and Mingi also tilted his head to the sound. They all were happy to hear Wooyoung's joy again, and Seonghwa's grin matched their relief.

"No mercy, sweetheart," Seonghwa whispered in his ear and kissed Wooyoung's scalp. Grey wings twitched behind him as he cried and giggled, throwing himself against Seonghwa's hands. He clung to him, breathless with every gasp as desperate fists clenched into Seonghwa's clothes.

"Pl-Please," Wooyoung begged, drowning in laughter. Tears twinkled in the corners of his eyes as he laughed big and unabashed, so lovely in Seonghwa's eyes. He kissed the scrunch of his nose, tracing his fingers over Wooyoung's heaving ribs and down the soft of his flank.

"Please, I'm sorry, I will never do it again," he chortled, but the light tone of mischief was enough to gain him another attack.

"You imp," Seonghwa snickered. He couldn't help but share Wooyoung's giddiness. "Making me worry while you play hero and then expecting praise. Didn't I teach you better?"

"S-Sorry," Wooyoung laughed, not sorry. His spine arched when he submitted to yet another invasion, and Seonghwa fondly listened to Mingi's rumbling chuckle as the gryphon-born leaned into his arm, pressing them together from chest to thigh.

Curious, Seonghwa glanced down when he felt the press of something hard. He let up and Wooyoung fell back, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. He strained against his pants from all the excitement, and his lidded gaze was full of need.

"You were gone so briefly, yet I missed your mayhem so much," Seonghwa purred as he kissed Wooyoung's ear. He traced his tongue over its curve, blunt and rounded like Yunho's, as his hand slipped between their bodies to palm at Wooyoung over his breeches. Instantly, his breath hitched for a different reason, and he bucked into Seonghwa's hand. His needy whine was unabashed by their audience.

"You are hurt, sweetheart. I cannot handle you the way you desire right now," Seonghwa reminded him gently. He guided Wooyoung's erratic hips, but his answer was a displeased huff.

"You could show us how sorry you are, hm? Everyone searched hard for you. See how much affection they have. Isn't it time to repay that and be good? Would you like to play with all of them?" Seonghwa continued, purring in the way Wooyoung liked it.

Immediately, his eyes glazed over.

"Y-Yes," he stuttered as he rutted against the thigh Seonghwa hooked between his legs so elegantly. "Wanna be good. Thank you for finding me."

"Thank them in another way," Seonghwa crooned before he tugged the blanket away to expose what they were doing to the rest of the room. Most had already picked up on it, but Yunho hastily instructed Mulberry to take Buddy along and stay with the soldiers for the time being.

Hongjoong strutted over first, crouching by Wooyoung's other side. He turned his chin to study the flush of his cheeks and his hum was satisfied.

"About time you thank us properly. I have an idea." His hands produced a black ribbon, wrapping it around Wooyoung's head to obscure his vision. The gryphon-born whined, but he trusted their hands when they brought him in a sitting position. Seonghwa freed his arousal to the open air and Jongho sat in close range curiously, leaving them space yet watching as the scene unfolded.

"A game, since you like those. Suck us off, all of us. If you can guess who is who, you get to come," the sorcerer suggested with a twinkle in his eyes.

Seonghwa stifled a chuckle and Yeosang stared at them with wide eyes. All their various personalities and needs coming together created unexpected dynamics.

But Wooyoung didn't complain about how there were so many of them. He just nodded, determined, and bit the lovely plush of his lips as if in hunger.

Smug, Hongjoong beckoned the others over.

"Gather in a circle and make no noise. The expert is at work." His smirk was sadistic but his magic stabilised Wooyoung's wing and made sure he was comfortable on his knees.

Seonghwa silently joined in the fun while Yeosang huddled to Jongho's side, discussing with him how sensory deprivation worked and why Wooyoung liked it. Once they all shuffled into a circle around their lovely kneeling gryphon-born, Hongjoong unabashedly sunk his hands into his pants first. To the vision of Wooyoung on his knees with his lips parted in anticipation and his arousal proud between his legs, the sorcerer tugged on his length.

Yunho didn't hesitate. He wordlessly guided Mingi's hands and Seonghwa wanted to purr at the sight of them all, so attractive to his eyes.

Usually, San wouldn't participate in such vulgarities, so he hesitated the longest. As if Wooyoung felt that aura radiating off him, he leaned in his direction first and his hands eagerly freed the angel. When he lowered his hot mouth onto him right away, San winced. After a moment, he buried a hand in Wooyoung's hair.

Moaning around the taste, Wooyoung sunk deeper. The sight of his lips stretched around San's hard flesh had heat pulse in Seonghwa's abdomen. Shyly, he trailed his hand down his body. As much as he liked being touched by the others, he found it obscene on himself and it barely pleasured him. But before he had to battle a blush, Hongjoong already reached over. He palmed over Seonghwa's pants with his magic, making his knees weak when the sorcerer knew so well which spells felt best.

Wooyoung pulled off of San with a wet squelch. Spit clung to his lips, and he licked it off with a playful tongue.

"That one's San," he snickered as he batted the hand away that rested authoritatively yet without pushing him. He left San to his devices as he splayed his legs open and shuffled over to the next. Contrary to Seonghwa, Wooyoung wasn't afraid to touch himself. He roughly tugged on his swollen length as he put his mouth on Yunho.

Yunho stifled a groan in his hand. When it didn't work and Wooyoung merely gulped him further down, the human pulled Mingi closer by his nape. They shared an open-mouthed kiss that had the heat rising in Seonghwa's cheeks and his brow arch.

He knew Yunho liked the demon and often flirted with him, but it seemed that interest wasn't all friendly. Were they getting closer to each other?

Seonghwa stifled a grin in his hand and his lashes fluttered when the slick tendrils of Hongjoong's many digits massaged over his entrance.

Wooyoung gagged and pulled off.

"Tastes musky. Yunho is my guess," he said and Seonghwa couldn't believe it. How was this one of his abilities?

Wooyoung shuffled over to Mingi and only had to take him in his hand to grin his shrewd grin.

"Unfair circumstances for our lovely demon boy, but he gets what he deserves." Licking around Mingi's arched tip, he dug his fingers into the ridges of his throbbing, oversized length and went as deep as he could. Mingi whimpered into his palm and Yunho slipped sly fingers down his back, soon making the demon moan for other reasons.

Once Wooyoung deemed it enough, he left the two to it. His lips were properly swollen now and his voice husky when he knelt before the last two and took one each into his hands.

"This is the trickiest, but I know how to find out," he chuckled cockily. Not giving in, Hongjoong held his comment.

Wooyoung gently laved his tongue over Seonghwa, getting a feel for his skin. Seonghwa traced his fingers over Wooyoung's scalp, holding him full of care while San stared at him from Hongjoong's other side. His gaze could melt stone and he stood without shame with his hand on his length.

Not letting go of Seonghwa, Wooyoung moved his head over to Hongjoong. He used the same kitten licks, but the sorcerer wouldn't have it. Brusque fingers fisted into Wooyoung's hair, dragging him down his length until the gryphon-born choked and his body seized. Still, he stifled a chuckle as he grazed his teeth over Hongjoong, making him curse.

As soon as he got released, he scoffed.

"So that was Hongjoong."

"You little-" the sorcerer began, but Seonghwa cooed at him.

"Well done, my darling."

Kneeling enraptured, Wooyoung dedicated more time to him, taking Seonghwa deeper this time. He encouraged him to thrust into his hot throat cautiously and Hongjoong had his revenge by ravaging Wooyoung from below with tentacled shadows until he rocked his hips back with embarrassed moans.

"So good for us. Come for us, Woo. You deserve it."

His voice urged a needy whine from Wooyoung and Seonghwa had such pity on him, he was about to fixate his wing into the air somehow and give him what he wanted.

"Seonghwa," he whimpered, but before Seonghwa willingly stumbled his way, Hongjoong grabbed for his hair once more.

"There is another title on your mind. Call him how you want to call him."

Wooyoung shuddered and Yunho curiously dragged his tongue out of Mingi's mouth, leaving the demon panting.

Though he flushed a deep shade of red, Wooyoung didn't refuse.

"E-Emmya- Emmya-" He whimpered and Seonghwa's eyes widened. His caresses were still delicate, but in his voice carried disbelief.

"My dearest Wooyoung. You cannot expect me to ram it down your throat while calling me that." Yet, Wooyoung didn't let up. He whimpered the fond term, cosy in Seonghwa's hold as he sucked him down deep.

Though frazzled, Seonghwa let him until he was close and then tugged Wooyoung's face off. He caressed his chin, and some unspoken thought crossed them all because the general pace quickened and soon, their moans picked up. Music to Seonghwa's ears, he came first, all over Wooyoung's expectant lips and chin. The others followed closely behind, adding their colours to the mess while Wooyoung moaned between them as he rocked into Hongjoong's tentacles.

Seonghwa shuddered as Wooyoung licked him clean. He fell to his knees right after, wanting to take just as good care of his injured gryphon-born.

Hongjoong's thumb swiped over Wooyoung's cheek and gathered up someone's spill. He fed it to him as Seonghwa wrapped his hand around that swollen length.

His lovely boy fell apart quickly. He clutched a hand to Seonghwa's shoulder, calling him emmya so sweetly until Seonghwa felt he would go mad with his urge to tend to him. Soon, San bent over to kiss Wooyoung and shut him up and Wooyoung moaned his release into his mouth when he twitched between their adoration for him.

Cautious to keep him upright before he fell onto his wing, Seonghwa gave him a moment to catch his breath. San dragged off slowly, leaving Wooyoung's eyes glazed over, and Seonghwa also kissed him chastely.

While they cooled down, Seonghwa's blood calmed enough that he could hear Jongho and Yeosang whispering again.

"Does he like being called emmya by us as well? Should I do it, too?"

As always, Yeosang sounded mortified.

"Don't do that. Ever."