𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,100 words

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

His brain felt like fucking melting under the touch of the other's swirling tongue. Wooyoung was not even sure of how he goddamn could handle it all without having exploded yet, now that San's skillful mouth was working marks along the line on his neck where his skin was merging into dark grey scales. The spot would be more sensitive than normal as nerves would be wrung around and branching out to the new cells, being so much more aware of touches there. Wooyoung was panting and writhing against the bed's mattress while San's lips attached and let go of his skin, wet muscle soon licking against the solid and rougher surface of scales instead of the boy's soft skin.

The dragon clawed his hands through San's short dark locks of hair as he could feel how scales increasingly expanded from his hairline and to his nose. Without seeming to be aware, the tips of his nails were soon sinking into the other prince's scalp, making him yelp in surprise as he pulled his head up from Wooyoung again.

The luxurious silk pajama he had found only twenty minutes prior, had nearly been skinned off him again, and San was now shamelessly raking his eyes another time down his glowing body. Wooyoung was out of breath already.

"Why are you so perfect.." San murmured before running the pads of his fingers from his slightly scaled shoulders, over the patches of silver and gold fused into his chest and abdomen until he grabbed Wooyoung's hips with full hands and drew them down his thighs with more pressure.

Undressed in a foreign bed, a fucking irresistible man blatantly feeling down his body, and his head filled with nothing else but heat - Wooyoung gave in to the growing lust. He wasn't even shy about exposing himself when San's orbs were so genuine with his every course. Reaching for the merman's untidy done shirt, Wooyoung didn't see how San's sight examined the horns peaking on his head, a hand letting go of his thigh and leaning forward to caress a solid horn instead.

Immediately, the touch had Wooyoung's breath stagger and he closed his eyes in pure bliss when the fingers so softly ran down along the spinning pattern, dabbing the tip lightly before letting go again and threading through Wooyoung's hair on the hind of his head. The hand felt cool against his scalp. San leaned further down to kiss Wooyoung's scaled cheek, his knees slid under the dragon's and effortlessly spread them. The prince blew his air sharply as his face was drawn in furrows and tensity from San's body dragging against his furious erection before trapping it between their bodies.

"I'm already out of my fucking mind, San,"  Wooyoung moaned, his brows clenching and letting go as he desperately tried to subside the growing pleasure.

San grinned at the remark and pecked his lips to tease him further, "You're quite sensitive, aren't you?"

The whine from the dragon's lips was soon replaced with a lowly growl and his fingers still piercing the merman's clothes pulled him closer down to have them grind together.

"What did you expect? You are horny as fuck and now you've projected it all down on me," the prince pointed out, "Of course I'm sensitive! Now off with your clothes!"

He watched how San startled pulled away, hands hurriedly going for the buttons in his linen trousers before tugging them down his legs, hauling them over his ankles when Wooyoung was looking rather impatiently at him. Underwear and socks were thrown too, and it took the dragon every will not to burn San's shirt while he had to wait for him to take it off too. He was suddenly dying to feel raw skin contact.

The prince groaned at the sight springing in his eyes. San was fucking flawless and he wanted to know why he wasn't married off yet, for his body proportions were god-like and just like every imagination from any girl's wet dream. How Wooyoung wished that he could see San like this every day...

Since the last time they had met, it only seemed that his shoulders and arms had broadened even more - and this time the man didn't stop himself from grabbing the merman's biceps, squeezing them as San moved him to sit up. Wooyoung breathed the air surrounding San, his lungs expanding as every smell that lingered on the other prince passed his nose. Salt, iodine, heavy sex pheromones..

The prince pressed his lips to the other's, enclosing the heat of himself on San's cooler lips. Every sensation caused his heart to beat faster like it was running on waves of anticipation that pulled at all the cells in his body. San's hands were a blend of delicate roughness as he marked them down his body with precision, and it had Wooyoung purr delightfully into the kiss.

When their tongues met, San had found his way down to his ass, squeezing it as he pressed the dragon down into the sheets again. His naked toned body was rubbing against Wooyoung's fusing flesh, having minds bleed with every little tingle that was felt. Wooyoung heard the desperate panting; air being pushed and pulled all while his tongue was twisting and turning around rather uncoordinated and needy.

He was taking so good time with kissing him so well and sloppily that drool was dripping down the corner of his mouth. Bending, receiving, lips and teeth, more wetness sliding against each other - so fucking good. The dragon's purrs had gotten deeper, sounding from the bottom of his chest as it slowly built louder.

It was such a shame to find San's beautiful eyes were closed. Wooyoung's arms slid around the other man's back as he pulled at his bottom lip and suddenly lifted his hips the slightest and pressed his dick to San's. His eyes snapped open.

And it was the way that San's orbs were forcing the white substance out of his skull like he was goddamn dying, that had his every sense overwhelmed. Brain ticking with 'again, again.. more' , his body was shivering in the act of thrusting upward again.

"Mhm..ah.. Wooyoung..."

The touch had been so simple, and yet the prince above him was already such a mess. San was moaning, leaning down as the sound spilled into Wooyoung's ear like a filthy whisper that slowly made him lose his mind for good.

The merman's hands were clenched around his waist, his soft fingers stretching all the way behind his back as the roots of his palms touched his hipbones. They weren't putting any pressure, nor were those strong arms forcing him in another direction, but Wooyoung still felt the restrained desperation throbbing in those same gentle hands allowing him to roll his hips as he pleased. 

His breath fanned over San's neck as he clawed him impossible closer, pulling the other prince down onto himself until all he felt was raw, hot bothered skin. Wooyoung clutched said skin in a gasp for air as he pressed his hips harder against San, his dick rubbing the leaking precum off onto anywhere he was touching the merman. All suddenly, the pretty merman twitched against him, a strained groan sounding so helpless against the crook of his neck - and he just knew that it was his self-control withering.

Was he doomed now..?

San's lips pressed against his skin and his hands that were holding around his hips felt as if turning into a slippery steel grip. He could feel how saliva wetted down over his neck and the tingly sensation had him silently gasp for air. Wooyoung drew his hands from the other's back and let them fill in between the strands of the other's hair before pulling.

"..San, please," he panted as he gradually pulled harder until the merman was whining at the pain.

San fleeted a hand under Wooyoung's thigh and sturdily prodded his leg to the side before lifting himself from Wooyoung's heaving chest, wet eyes squinting down at him as if they were already throwing him around in the bed. Wooyoung, with a failed attempt of suppressing his own eagerness, was willingly spreading himself even more for San to just claim him.

A smirk tugged at San's lips, "Oh Wooyoungie, why are you suddenly so eager?"

The prince was staring up at the other, his cheeks were flushed with heat and eyes shimmering with daze and lust. San was still circling his hipbone with his thump, so madly close to brush his crotch, but accurately not reaching, making him feel like he soon would break his headspace.

The dragon prince didn't know what to say. His head was filled with so much.. and yet still craving more... Instead of giving an answer, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he needily grounded his hips down into the mattress. San dipped down and kissed his neck again, now sucking along a collarbone with a grin on his face as he made sure not to be touching Wooyoung's arousal in any way.

It didn't take a long time before the teasing made him roar. The prince reached out and locked his hands around the other's shoulder blades to give him a pull, but San was already licking his nipples, tongue moving the piercings around and making him growl even more.

"Stop teasing me!" Wooyoung demanded breathlessly. If he had been sitting on a throne with his heavy gold crown on top of his head, one would surely have stopped whatever they must have been doing to ire the precious dragon.

But here, the other prince didn't even seem to notice his words.

Wooyoung's skin already felt afire for every stroke San managed to pour down onto him with his wet mouth. He couldn't move or order anything to be done - not when his insides swelled with so much ardor.

Suddenly, the man caught his own breath in his throat when smooth fingers slid inside him till knuckles were flush against his skin.

"Fuck, I had nearly forgotten that your body does this," San groaned at the slick squelching around his fingers when he gently moved them a little out before letting Wooyoung take them again.

The prince choked on a yelp when San's fingers thrust up without him being prepared at all. And the pleasure came crashing all along.

Wooyoung's purrs were staggered by his chest heaving and sinking so rapidly that he barely knew how to breathe properly. His facial expression turned to tense utterance and when clenched eyes opened, it was as if they opened to a new world.

Darkness specked the corners of his sight, whilst the chamber around him became sharper and more clear wherever he directed his eyes. Wooyoung pressed against the palsy sensation in his arms as he tore the merman prince's head away from the gold patches in his skin, having his heavy, wet eyes look at him, fingers still buried in his sticky warmth.

"Please, just.. I need it so bad," he pleaded as he watched how San glanced down at his painful hardness with hazy, hungry eyes as if one side of him wanted to devour him and the other side wasn't even present. Wooyoung circled his hips impatiently as he sought more of the little number of sparks the crown prince's fingers gifted his body.

"Please San, you were the one who wanted this from the start.."

In the chamber's heated timbre, he saw the other's bitten expression when his short hair wasn't long enough to cover the deep furrow growing on his forehead. Wooyoung wondered if he was starting to sober up and if the hesitation shining in his eyes was because he hadn't even wanted this from the beginning. It had been the poison talking.

Something started churning his insides around and Wooyoung felt nauseatic for a moment, even if his body tried to drag the fingers deeper in; opening up for him so well. But San seemed to let himself carry away again when he leaned down and trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up along the dragon's perfect toned chest and throat. Wooyoung pulled at San's hair, forcing their lips to join again, now a bit more conscious of what was actually happening.

"Why are you now all suddenly hesitating?" his voice rasped lowly against the other's swollen lips when he felt the fingers' light movement come to a stop even if more slick still trickled down his hand.

San's lost gaze made him shiver, "That will be something for you to discover."

All the pressure vanished from his body all at once before his scorching scales very sudden felt like burning marks on his skin. The prince wrung him around and roughly pressed his full body down into the bedsheets having the entire world spin around. Wooyoung drew a sharp breath of air with his face buried into the mattress when San finally decided the foreplay was over.

"Oh my goodness, San."

The water creature spread him open against the bed with both his hands on his lower back and around his buttocks as he steadily pushed himself inside the dragon.

Wooyoung saw stars; his mind was not ready for the dose of stimulation in the friction and tensity of San's length going in, which made him feel so euphoric he nearly lost track of where he was and what was happening. And yet his body was more than welcoming the other; his natural warm and smooth slick accumulating from his insides and smearing around San's dick to make the go easier like it was predetermined to happen. San's little moans echoed in his ears with only the squelching sounds.

"You're so dramatic," he said when Wooyoung felt he nearly had bottomed out. A damp hand caressed his scaly shoulder, "You feel good?"

The dragon prince couldn't speak anything, even if he thought of how San was filling him so fucking well that his thighs were already trembling.

"Love it," he attempted to squeak out, but he wasn't even sure if his voice had been loud enough to be heard.

His skin heated up as if he was gradually growing a fever, and soon he felt the droplets of sweat roll down over his face before sogging the sheets. Wooyoung's head was in frenzy, and the stars soon started melting. He didn't know how or why, but San just felt so cold against him, drawing shiver after shiver down his spine. But he was madly in love with the sensation it created.

Closing his fists around the sheets, the prince lifted his wobbling self slightly and arched his back until his chest pressed flush down into the bed.

"That's so fucking hot, Wooyoung," San groaned and moved his palms around the dragon's graciously inviting hips - one of the hands moving away and coming back, filled with the white liquid from San's eyes. When the hand suddenly proceeded to his crotch and slid down his length, Wooyoung wasn't capable of holding back his shaky moans as he naturally pressed back onto San's member.

And San didn't stop.

He continued torturing Wooyoung's sensitiveness, thumb sliding down along the base of his length and barely touching the tip before going all back and brushing his balls with his fingertips. His body quivered, teeth clamped together as sounds spilled so effortlessly from his mouth every time San was touching bundles of nerves right on.

As the dragon prince was pressing against him, he soon started moving his own hips, eventually rocking into him as every clench around his member pleased his yearning desire.

Wooyoung breathed the air harshly, inhaling San's dominating scent again and again. His limbs got so heavy and warm; burning up from the inside. His orbs dilated so much that he lost the ability to focus on anything, every sense so empty and full at the same time.

His voice was so sickeningly sweet that the true dragon in Wooyoung even purred at the action of thrusting a little harder, "You're so good for me, aren't you? Letting me fuck you slow and steady like this."

"Breed me, breed me, San. Come on kiss me," Wooyoung rambled into the sheet as he could only think of how to have San come deep into him, "Want to be full of you - want to carry your fry."

San was a wave crashing into him with full power, body swallowing him before retreating and coming back with just as much potential. Wooyoung's clenched his eyes, his erection pressing against his stomach as precum feverishly dripped down. He just wanted to explode.

"Please," he gasped when the other prince rammed into him another time, hand grabbing his one horn on his head and turning him to look at a pair of flush cheeks and wet hair sticking to a forehead.

He was burning hot and itching from being edged this mad slow.

San didn't tell him anything when he leaned forward and kissed his lips while pressing the other's hips against the mattress, thrusting back and forth and having Wooyoung's hardness rutting the surface under them all along.

San tasted of the fucking ocean.

When San's fingers started trailing the patterns engraved in his horn, he could not take it anymore, letting the tightness inside him blow as he chased his orgasm with San still rocking into him. Wooyoung groaned into the kiss, cum sticking to his pecs and abdomen; smearing around his skin the more San made him writhe against the bedsheets when hitting his prostate over and over.

Clenching around the merman another time had him lose ahold of the last string, and San came in him. His seed moved deep and made it feel as if his body was swelling around his abdomen, something his body greedily let be swallowed as San slowly stilled his hips.

Fluttering with his eyelashes, Wooyoung felt how San parted their lenient kiss and instead stared right into his dilated eyes. Something was suddenly realized that somehow made him look scared as he pulled out, hands not knowing where to go.

"If..if you're getting pregnant because of this, it won't be my fault! I swear I would have used protection but I-I.."

Wooyoung sighed tiredly and let his head fall heavily to the surface underneath him, "You're such a fool. Lucky for you that dragons have an extremely low chance of getting pregnant."

He was happy that San couldn't see him blushing while he spoke, brain recognizing what words he had used prior.

 As the liquid soon started trickling out between his legs again, his horns and scales were retreating to his human form.  The other prince gently turned him around on his side and sloped down into his open arms. Wooyoung purred and let the other prince get cosy by his side before his eyelids nearly fell close.

"Thank you, Wooyoungie."

"Sure."

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