TW: Smut/ less dubious consent than earlier but still enough

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"Now, how do you want to play? I'll let you choose, dear snowflake, after all it's your first time."

Hongjoong was painfully aware of Youjin's fangs glinting in the dim lightning of his room, the mercyful cloud of lust in his head dispersed in order to ensure his survival.

It was actually the perfect moment to prove his survival skills to Seonghwa. That just left the 'how'.

Youjin came up behind Seonghwa, pulling him up and flush against his chest to whisper something in his ear that made the other man blush furiously but at the same time his worried eyes bolted over to Hongjoong.

Youjin kissed oh so sweetly over Seonghwa's neck, sharp teeth on display and Hongjoong was just waiting for the horrible moment he snapped, ripping out the elf's pale throat. Both men were also still expecting for Hongjoong to answer and really, he did too.

"C-Can I... with Seonghwa first?"

The words just came and shocked Hongjoong into a terrified silence as they were not what he expected and according to Seonghwa's surprised grimace neither he did.

Youjin however just laughed.

"Of course you can, dear. Let's wreck him first and then indulge into each other all night, what do you think?" His voice was as sweet as honey, his fingers deft as he started opening Seonghwas clothes slowly.

Hongjoong had seen everything already, was fully aware of his confused body reacting to Youjin and whatever Seoghwa did to him earlier but he still had the decency to advert his eyes. Youjin laughed softly again, lapping up the thick blood slowly collecting on Seonghwa's chin.

Now how did Hongjoong solve this mess?

He was simply trying to save himself. Of course he would not want to be too close to those teeth after what Seonghwa told him. He was entirely not ready to lose not only his sanity but actually his life to Youjin. Also he could easily plan their escape when he was closer to Seonghwa, yes, that was the reason.

Hongjoong stubbornly refused to believe anything else.

"Here, be good to him, hm?" Youjin softly pushed the by now naked Seonghwa towards Hongjoong, throwing his blood stained clothes onto the floor somewhere. He came after them, gently smoothing his hand over Hongjoong's leg and making him shudder.

He was not even sure anymore whether it was in pleasure or fear.

Hongjoong curled up, barely listening to Youjin warning Seonghwa that he would do better not hurting Hongjoong. Everything ached and sweat was pooling uncomfortably at itchy parts of his body. He blindly reached down, feeling for whatever made him hurt this much.

His throbbing length came to no surprise to him, it's hardness more uncomfortable than he ever experienced it to be. He was careful not to touch the angry flesh, instead reaching deeper to a place he never truly had thought about but that made him feel so needy.

It felt wet, everything felt wet and slippery, making him fear for a long heart-stopping moment that it was blood pooling between his legs. However it was only when his fingers barely brushed a foreign object inside of him, that hot pleasure exploded in his stomach, making him moan in the process.

He did not know what this was, where this kind of intense pleasure came from but it hurt so good and Hongjoong felt tears well up in his eyes as his body screamed for him to act upon it.

Cool fingers touching his skin, gently pulling his arms away made him blink, blearily look up at a smiling Youjin.

This man was so soft, so welcoming. Just why did he have to be a villain in this world? Why?

"Shh, it'll get better soon. Seonghwa enhanced your sensibility through some plants of mine, you need not worry. Your body treats it like it would a fever." He wrapped his arms around Hongjoong's quivering and heated form gently, lifting him into a sitting position. Hongjoong grabbed at him, at his legs, anything to find purchase on, whining softly in his throat.

"Hwa, go and sit over there. I might need to get you some ointment for that shoulder of yours." Youjin was careful as he transferred the trembling Hongjoong into Seonghwa's arms, the man looking between them two with big eyes.

"What, you will just give him to me? Are you aware of the many times I hurt him?" Seonghwa's warm hands holding Hongjoong's bare hips gently contradicted his harsh voice and a hum from Youjin's direction declared him noticing too.

"Why, he asked for you, did he not? Look at him, Hwa." Youjin was kneeling behind Hongjoong again, helping him settle on Seonghwa's pale thighs. One of his hands came up to run through Hongjoong's sweaty hair, pulling his head back against Youjin's strong shoulder. Hongjoong was panting, helplessly reaching for Seonghwa and all the time chanting internally that he had to leave as soon as he could walk again. No giving up today.

"Is he not beautiful? I know of your dislike of humans but you have eyes, you can actually use them for once."

Hongjoong's lips parted around a moan as cool fingers ran down his side, mapping his bare body for Seonghwa's eyes. Hongjoong felt smaller between them, decidedly also not as pretty but right now he looked messed up for sure, open and pliant for Seonghwa to take.

He hated that thought. If Seonghwa was not saving his life right now Hongjoong would strongly protest. He knew of Seonghwa's personality and while he was more forgiving after hearing his story, the growing dark and ugly part inside of him still wanted to punish the elf.

Hongjoong opened his eyes a bit, met Seonghwa's dark and undecisive eyes. He had pulled his dark brows together, seemingly calculating the sacrifice he was willing to make for Hongjoong.

Youjin started nosing over Hongjoong's neck just like he did earlier with Seonghwa, breathing in his scent deeply. For a moment he seemed to forget both of them and Hongjoong froze when he felt the other opening his mouth, sharp teeth barely brushing his flesh.

Seonghwa's eyes grew wide too and then he was yanking Hongjoong forwards, out of Youjin's grip and directly into his warm chest.

"No, you're right. I'm going to mess him up. That's what he deserved all the time either way, could have probably spared him a few wounds."

Weakly Hongjoong punched his chest, growling gibberish at him.

"Aren't you such good friends? So sweet." Youjin laughed as he stood up from the bed, walking over to a closet to search for something there. Hongjoong did not resist as Seonghwa jostled him around, bringing his lips close to Hongjoong's ear.

"Listen. That fever won't wear off for a good amount of sex but we do not have that kind of time. After your orgasm you have your build-up time to get the fuck out of here. Might be an hour or two. Search for that fae and go home. I'll keep our friend entertained until this night is over." His deep voice did things to Hongjoong's body and he nodded quickly, trying to remember those words.

He had not noticed Seonghwa's hand sneaking behind them before but suddenly he was touching that place, pulling on the object inside of Hongjoong. The human hid in Seonghwa's chest, shaking and whining as the feeling was way too intense for him and Seonghwa's movements way too slow.

Hongjoong's nails were painting golden crescents into the man's shoulders and his hips seemed to move on their own accord, chasing the feeling. Hongjoong knew he was gone when he started babbling too.

"Fuck me."

Seonghwa's reaction was harsh, biting down immediately on Hongjoong's ear, making the desoriented human yelp in pain. Somewhere laughter was heard.

"I won't and you stay awake now! I will be the person bathing in your guts if you don't leave. It's not worth it."

But what if it was? What if sharing the bed with Seonghwa and Youjin was completely worth his death? Seonghwa was biased for sure.

Hongjoong tried to breathe as the thing finally left his body with a squelching sound, Seonghwa throwing it somewhere on the bed.

Hongjoong felt empty, terribly needy for anything to fill him up, make him reach that high of his.

"Careful now. Your legs will not operate at first. Be prepared to fall. Take my clothes over there and go find San and his lover. You two need to leave fast."

The human was this close to focusing, this close to asking Seonghwa how he was planning to solve this mess but then the elf wrapped a hand around Hongjoong's throbbing length and he blacked out for a second.

Immense pleasure washed over him the second Seonghwa touched him, making him come messily all over their bodies. White, hot heat curled in his stomach, making him forget to breathe for a second. His nails scratched bloody wounds over Seonghwa's chest, mouth opened in a slient scream.

Next thing he knew was Seonghwa standing up while still holding him and then basically throwing him across the room onto his feet. Hongjoong fell down, crying out as his knees hit marble and then darted for Seonghwa's clothes before he took off running.

He left Seonghwa to wrestle down Youjin on the bed.