𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,800 words

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Wooyoung was shivering at the constant caresses against his bare skin. The way that the vampire prince was dragging the tips of his fingers up along his chest, rounding the jut outs of his ribs before sliding under the unbuttoned pajama tee, webbing around his lean back. A deep purring filled the walls with pleasing hymns, rising hairs expanding from the touch of cold hands. Mingi's tongue swirled across his throat, melting the stains of blood and bending it into his mouth as he lightly started sucking at the skin.

The dragon threw his head back, the hind of it crashing against the mirror as he fought against damned rising urges.

"Mingi," he gasped instead, "Mingi, Prince Mingi- Oh my fucking goodness.."

Wooyoung felt how the known heat spread under his skin, his eyes shifting under his closed lids as the man moved higher up toward his jaw. He wanted to let himself loose, let himself enjoy the pleasing sensations quivering to the ends of his fingertips.

"Yeah.. so perfect," the taller murmured in his such deep husky voice.

It surged toward his groin, skittering embers pinching his nerves where they burn on the inside of his body. Mingi's teeth were dragging along his firm scales to the back of his neck, towering over the dragon by inches.

Wooyoung was like a shuddering mess by now. His fingers clutched the vampire's shoulders, the tips of his nails drilling hard down as he grabbed him closer. Pulling, wanting Mingi's lips deeper down into his skin. Wooyoung couldn't hold back his whimper when the prince above him prodded the peak of his accursed fangs in between some of his fucking scales, and his hands pulled their chests flush together without his brain even knowing what he was doing.

"Mhmm.. Fuck, Mingi."

Gradually, the masses of sensations touching him were clouding his mind with smoke.. so much smoke... Mind and body cutting strings with each other and leaving Wooyoung to deal with the unbearable greedy fire on his own.

Wooyoung could barely even breathe. He was whining and whimpering..

He could feel how the other prince removed his hands from his waist, sliding them up along his bare chest until the trail was burning up. A pair of fingers hooked underneath his chin, bending the side of his head into the mirror as he exposed even more of the dragon's neck for him to taste. Wooyoung whimpered when he felt the weight of a thigh touch the inside of his own, obliquely spreading him with such ease that he currently could not think of minding in any way. He would surely have fallen if the other had not held him upright with his huge hand tingling his bare back with its chillness.

"You smell godly, last dragon prince," Mingi whispered through all smoke in his mind, "I should devote mine taste only to you."

It took Wooyoung everything not to grind against the slight friction of the other's leg moving that close to his crotch. His hands moved to desperately pull at the front of the vampire's shirt, at some point tugging the buttons open and the fabric slid from each other. He moaned at the sensation of the firm, cold skin underneath his palm as he kneaded his hands up around the other's pecs.

"Mhmm," the vampire prince hummed as he removed his lips from Wooyoung's neck with a slick sound, the tip of his tongue tickling his sensitive scales a last time before looking the smaller straight into his dark hooded eyes, "Such a pretty little thing," he cooed.

And Wooyoung let out the most strangled sound until now when he finally felt a knee grind against his clothed sensitivity. Mingi's thumb caressed his one cheek as he felt the heavy gaze observe the way his face contracted, brows furrowing, and lips left plump and parted and extremely kissable. When the dragon looked up, he found the other's dark eyes staring right into his, a nearly invisible moan leaving his mouth at the mere sight of Wooyoung in front of him.

The taller's arm around his back brought them closer again, a sinking feeling in his stomach as Wooyoung's hands were now trapped in between their bodies and the other prince hovering above him. Out of any's might, Mingi's long, delicate fingers tilted his head back and their lips met with a heated urge.

Mingi kissed him as his life depended on it. Desperate and acute, his tongue was plunging into Wooyoung's mouth almost immediately as they touched each other, his hands pushing against the smaller and bending his face up as he was pressed harder into the mirror than before. Wooyoung returned the kiss, slightly stunned by the vampire's sudden change in demeanor from his rather collected stance, but as tongues collided he quickly forgot about his surprised self and got him indulged into Mingi's intense way of kissing.

He fell deeper, the shadow of fangs scraping his bottom lip and muscles pressing sickly against each other - Wooyoung's legs wobbled when Mingi's thigh pressed into his clothed dick, nerves fickling around his brain and having whimpers be swallowed by the other. When the dragon prince started grinding down on the thick thigh presented in front of him, he had lost his mind fully. Smoke filled his sight, Mingi's lips and body being everything around him, and at some point, he came to believe he even smelled faintly of the addictive smoke.

They shifted around in a hurry, Mingi's hands going down to his bare lower back and Wooyoung troublesome slipping his down toward the vampire's waistband. But he stalled before the tips of his fingers even got to hook underneath the fabrics. The prince purred, scales nearly covering all of his neck which Mingi had quickly moved to be trailing his teeth along.

"Blood, you smell of blood.."

Wooyoung fussed when his insides started to boil the more Mingi's fangs pricked his skin just beyond the gorge. He nosed him like he was the precious prey he just had caught, saliva rolling down his throat and Wooyoung with a sudden loss of confidence felt so small and undefendable in the hands of the tall, preying vampire.

"Just.. one taste, one little drop of blood, come please let my teeth breach your neck. Oh dear, little dragon prince, I could lose myself to the scent of you.. Please tell me off if I become too much for your racing heart to handle."

The dragon shuddered at the deep rumble coming from the other prince, hands fitting so perfectly around his waist as they pressed him flush against his body. Wooyoung couldn't fucking breathe now.

He didn't realise that his pajama shirt had been sliding down his shoulders before the air enveloped him with its pinching chilliness. Mingi's lips touched his shoulder, having the dragon's sight narrow as he barely could see anything, his pupils fusing into one of a reptile.

Mingi inhaled deeply before he spoke, "I see that I am not the only one who wants a piece of you.."

The dragon prince purred at him in response, head falling back with a wavering sigh when Mingi's hand slid up his bare thigh and hid underneath the pajama's fabric as he lifted him from the cold tiles, his half-hard cock grinding against Mingi's.

"Please, Mingi," he whimpered at the friction.

But it only seemed like the vampire enjoyed the agony of ignoring his little movements of rash thinking, Wooyoung figured when he caught the corner of Mingi's mouth curled up in a well-pleased smicker.

"Let me guess... you had it a little too fun last night, thought that you could lay in bed all day and forget about your duties as a prince. Tell me.." his lips fluttered against his neck with the growing scales, "Precious little thing, who gave you all those love bites, hmm.. the siren who seemed so agitated about such thing as poison? No? Ah, of course not.. Silly me."

The vampire rolled Wooyoung's head into his hands as he slowly leaned in to kiss his searing lips, the dragon's eyes staring up at him helplessly as he whimpered into the touch. What the fuck was he doing to him.

"Where is he now?"

Tilting his head further back, back... falling into submission...

Wooyoung curled his tongue around the one licking between his lips, his warmth spreading through every cell in his body - his brain screamed at him when the vampire used his position to press his undoubtedly huge cock against his, now that his feet had left the ground for real.

As if wings of sins carried him.

"Was he as good as me? Did he make you feel like this?"

He pressed and pressed and pressed, yet his lips were still soft and cold and Wooyoung could feel goosebumps everywhere while living and dead danced with each other. No, Wooyoung had not felt like this with San, he had felt differently.. differently, and good, still so good.

Then he thought about his question. Where was San? San.

The dragon's eyes widened until becoming the double size of what they were. His lips parted away from the kiss, although the vampire's deathly teeth already had moved before that. When fangs breached his skin, just like he had told him, Wooyoung yowled when the pain obliterated all former arousal at the moment. The smell of his blood pervaded the restroom, thick drops of dragon's goldish blood rolling down his throat as Mingi satisfied his needs. The dragon prince acted on instincts when he truculently whipped his head around and roared at the other prince. Wooyoung could have ripped the head off Mingi if not for his senses there had moussed the second he had torn his arms to his chest before he would have attacked.

He had no fucking idea of what was suddenly happening when he tasted sweet on his tongue and heat was rushing downward his pelvis. Wooyoung started moaning at the knot forming from the strange play with his senses that made him feel so. good. The only thing he could focus on was how Mingi's tongue licked his warm skin with slick sounds of saliva. Eyes were red, skin fair, and whatnot. Wooyoung had tried all sorts of weird things in his life but never had he tried being seduced by a vampire, pushed up against the wall in a restroom, and having sucked his blood.

Still, he wasn't quite sure if he could forgive prince Mingi for his deviltry after this.

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When senses were gained again, Wooyoung practically fell out into the corridors again. His wobbly legs carried him forward while his finger fiddles with the buttons in his silk shirt that didn't seem to want to cooperate with him. Eventually, he let the matter slip, and his half-naked self couldn't give a damn about the servants he passed, scurrying away from him as their eyes ogled him like he was some artwork. Which Wooyoung, for a fact, already knew he was.

The ghost of Mingi's kiss still lingered on his lips, wandering different paths down his body and Wooyoung shuddered as if the same icy touch enveloped him again.

The boner in his pajama shorts hurt like fucking hell, and now he kind of regretted that he had not made the vampire do something about it.

But it was a serious problem that he didn't know where he was. Wooyoung paced down a marbled doorway on his right, seeing how the corridor continued. There were no windows here, only doors with no names and sconces in the wall, casting light onto where he went. Wooyoung knew this was the wrong way, especially when he started noticing how the decorations on the doors seemed to have minimized as if this was merely supposed to be part of the castle's interiors. Then it hit him-

He must have strayed into the servants' quarters. Great.

Wooyoung slowed down, his feet burned against the freezing cold stone-floor, about to turn right around and try his luck another way. But the sound of the creaking door a bit further down the corridor, made him stop right in his track and stare at the woman who egressed the apparent kitchen that hid on the other side of the door. Her head snapped up when she became aware that she wasn't alone.

Wooyoung panicked, forgetting everything about himself and what he was capable of doing.

The maid, startled beyond belief by seeing one of the princes in this part of the castle, paralysed on the spot, although soon collecting her responsibilities quicker than Wooyoung was able to.

"Sir- sir, may I.. help you with something?" her voice was careful when she asked, and the dragon prince could only think of why.

His sight fleeted down himself for a swift moment, seeing how utterly wrecked he must have seemed while painted in blood and hickeys with clothes that indicated he just had woken up.

If she had been one of the more important people - those business mortals whose greed only wanted to make deals with one in favor of snatching up all your species, his image would have been ruined. And then she asked if he needed any help. Wooyoung held his breath as his coerced thoughts swirled around in his head; I'm a prince, an almighty dragon, and the last of my kind, it can't possibly be that hard to find my way around in this castle-

But Wooyoung was all too desperate to believe in his own status to be enough to get around in this place.

"Yes, yes please if you would show me the way to Prince San's chamber," he gasped when he finally allowed himself to breathe the air again.

Curtly, the maid nodded at him without further ado and led him up some stairs and all the way out to the southeast wing of the building. As he followed, he did his best to remember the different passages for another time.

Wooyoung seriously hoped that none of the other princes got to see him like this.

He knocked on the door, silently hoping that the other prince would pull it open instead of forcing himself inside without any actual permission. But nothing happened, not even after he had called his name.

The dragon let out a sigh before opening the door and going in. His eyes fixed across the room, finding it no different from when he left the room prior. Their clothes lay scattered across the pulled chair from the desk, the bed was still undone, and curtains were drawn. Wooyoung noted how his crown still lay on the floor, forsaken in a way.

He turned his sight away until he reached the bathroom door, thinking of what he possibly could say, now that he was sure that the other prince would be on the other side.

"San? Are you in there?"

It felt as if he had traveled back in time - times when he would apologise to his brother for his blunt words or behaviour; when he would afterward comfort him for the bruising words he had told him and came to regret immediately as he stood in front of his brother's locked chamber-door. Wooyoung would cry nights after, ashamed of his ill-mannered self. He always promised himself to do better.

But this was not his fault - Wooyoung tried to convince himself - even if he had been sleeping with the merman prince, despite his knowledge of how strict the rules were of mingling between the different kingdoms. They had done it before, too. Wooyoung couldn't really see the reason for all that hate between the different kinds of species.. but that may just be him being the last dragon alive.

Wooyoung bit his lip when no one answered, "May I come in? I want to speak with you."

"Leave Wooyoung, I think it's better if we don't talk at all."

The dragon prince froze, the blood in his veins running cold as he felt his heart missing a beat. He nearly couldn't believe what he heard - did he truly mean that?

For the next passing minutes, Wooyoung waited for more words, more explanation to his stupefied self, and lost breath. He needed San to say something more for he could possibly not propose what he just had said. His heart sunk deeper in his chest when the room kept more silent than ever. The dragon's brows were furrowed with displease as he slowly stepped back from the door, accepting the decision, though feeling rather wounded.

Wooyoung turned around to find his left clothes from yesterday as quickly as possible, hands fumbling between the different fabrics until he found it all. Something small and glittery fell out of the pants pocket, making the dragon's eyes glint with interest. Pulling out the scale that San had gifted him, he considered the shiny thing for a short moment before he left the chamber to go and find his own instead.

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