𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,400 words

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

The fairie prince was currently regretting every little reason that had put him in this inconceivable situation. Yeosang was about to rue his entire life.

It was no secret, for him at least, that he was awfully bad with alcohol as he always managed to get drunk only after a few mouthfuls. His body was insanely sensitive to every little thing around, reasoning why intoxicating drinks were no different when they reacted with his body. This was partly why the fairie's alcoholic drinks which he only ever had tasted, were much milder in both taste and flavour, but also so, so sweet. Yeosang had no idea of what kind of liquid the demon had served him - he just knew that he was about badly besotted, unaware of his own actions.

And it burned the entire way down his throat, leaving a smoky sensation with a deep complexity of sweetness and spice lingering on his tongue. His sight swayed through the room, bloated already from just the little amount he had drunk. Yeosang's attention was caught the moment he found a shadow of raven-dark hair dancing around his figure, nimble fingers flicking the point of his nose and tracing the lines of his lips. The other prince giggled as he bend down around him like a black cursed cat, pinning a glass full of liquid to his lips which Yeosang greedily swallowed as if he was supposed to do nothing else.

His father would have cursed him to know of this.

"You're such a pretty little thing, hm?" the voice mused into his ear, fingers neatly brushing through his curls underneath his crown and making him shiver. But something felt strange about this, as if more than just those hands were touching him.

The trail of touches winded him away from his mind as the glass knocked over until he couldn't keep up with the pace and it trickled down his chin instead, seeping into his pants and the cushions. The fairie prince closed his eyes for a moment, heaving in a deep breath while steadying the colours mixing the room into a blend of brown and blurred lines.

But soon he fluttered them open again, feeling something soft sliding against his chin, sucking the running liquid off him with such a wet, sinful sound, straining his skin and Yeosang had to part his lips as he held his breath. Goodness. Long fingers threaded around his thighs before deep brown eyes met his hazily. Not even there did he realise who was licking his face, threateningly nearing his soft, pinkish lips. The touch burned him through all layers of clothes forcing the smallest of a whimper from his throat. If no one had been there to hold the back of his head, Yeosang would most likely have crashed down against the backrest of the furniture he was planted into. His skin seethed. And the alcohol was talking way too much.

"Hot.. it burns," the fairie prince murmured in his daze, arms limply attempting to shove the figure off him. One second and the touches disappeared immediately, a face suddenly appearing in front of him as the man leaned away from Yeosang. His sight fell upon the tongue licking off the remains of sticky liquid clinging to the red and swollen lips. And the fairie's heart leaped in his little chest, eyes widening with the most fucked-out look he ever had worn.

For Prince Park Seonghwa was crouched in front of him and the discovery somehow made the entire situation even more illicit than it already was... He had touched him- no, tasted his skin in the most intimate way that Yeosang ever had tried and that alone, made something churn inside him, as if the tingling butterflies in his stomach were dropping down.

The shadow still loomed in the corner of his eye and a hand cupped the side of his face and led him backward to properly lean his back against the rest. Yeosang pulled his leg with him, folding them into his chest as the two other princes shuffled to take up each side of him. Rigidly, he glanced back and forth between them, the background being a blur as he did not know what to do with their attentive eyes on him. And he definitely did not know what to do with their damned hands on him.

The demon warped himself around him like a cat and whispered into his ear as he with one finger turned his head around, slowly as ever, "You have no idea of how much I've wished to have my fingers on you.. You're so sweet, so sweet, and precious. One, who everyone must adore for your pureness and innocence.. My, my.. aren't you just a pretty little pearl?"

Yeosang was gone.. falling for the trick of Hongjoong nosing along his cheekbone, inhaling deeply before planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. Lovely. Good. Swear word.

Neat fingers had rolled his sleeve up and were now caressing his bare skin, lightly trailing patterns down his arm and counting every single nerve in his hand and Yeosang became enchanted by the addictive sensation of tenderness. His body twitched before goosebumps appeared across the revealed skin.

His mind sobered a little before proclaiming his confusion, "W-what are you doing?"

Seonghwa halted his motion, glancing over at him in a way that looked as if he was taken back by the question, perplexed himself about what he even was doing. Yeosang never got a clear answer, or at least, he did not hear it if so.

Hongjoong giggled, knee prodding against Yeosang's thigh, "We're bonding, Yeosang. We're doing exactly what the sorceress proposed for us to do; getting closer, getting to know each other's bodily language... Perhaps a little kiss would be very helpful?"

The fairie furrowed his brows as he eyed the sly smile.

"Here," Hongjoong pointed, "Right on my lips."

Startling him, Seonghwa then pulled at his arm that he still was clutching, looking at him with so much desperation that Yeosang nearly hiccupped, "I really want to kiss you at this moment, Prince Yeosang."

A blush coated the apples of his cheeks, far from realising what he was asked of. It just didn't seem truly right in his mind. He sputtered, too shy to tell them anything at all when they were regarding him with those weird gazes that he couldn't find himself comprehending.  

But he should expect them to want to kill him like all the other times they had stayed in the same room. Yeosang simply could not think of why they now desired to be this close to him. But unlike the encounter with Seonghwa in the library a week ago, his eyes had been full of so much despise and burning rage as he had tried to drill his claws into his fair skin. Seonghwa had wanted to kill him, that was obvious.

But now, as Yeosang's blurry eyes examined the prince's softened features and beautiful, beautiful starry round eyes, looking at him as if he adored him; he did not know what to believe anymore. His father's stern voice lingers in the back of his mind, blending with the sharp sound of a bottle tipping over the edge of the table.

Yeosang's breath hitched when Seonghwa's hands cupped his face and he nearly threw himself onto his lap, "Please, Yeosang, I am so sorry. I cannot help myself but feel drawn by you.."

Yeosang could not lie to him, his muscle twisting around inside his mouth. Instead of the burning touch he had felt before this one was softer and delightedly warming. Seonghwa's fingers caressed the sides of his head in a way that the fairie prince could not recall himself having tried before.

"I.. I really want to kiss you.." the phoenix prince whispered, his voice tainted with a desperation that would have scared him beyond death if not had he already been so gone. And his cheeks were fondled between claws of a man there had told him he would murder.

Yeosang's head slowly leaned back over, eyes following Prince Seonghwa's heavy gaze, "You are not.." he slurred, lips barely pulling from each other as he spoke, "not Park Seonghwa."

Irises flooded with black for a moment before changing to a fiery fire. The fairie gulped as he listened to a fanged grin somewhere in the room.

Seonghwa ignored his statement and lightly trailed a finger along the dip of his cheekbone before pressing his thumb to his lower lip. He slowly made them apart, "Will you let me kiss you?"

This had to be a dream. And yet Yeosang's hazed mind could not figure out if it was a bad or good one. Or if he simply just was going insane of being restrained from touching nature. The magic tingled in his palms and he could do nothing but stare wide-eyed up at the other prince hovering above him, somewhat concluding that kissing him would be an experience he wanted to commit like some crime his kin would sever him for doing.

And Seonghwa's pink lips were exposed so plush and glitzy right in front of his own- so close to touching his own already that the imaginary texture of them overclouded every one of his common senses. Heat settled under his skin and the pretty little fairie did something so forbidden as reaching forward and fasting his dainty, delicate fingers around the waistband of Seonghwa's slacks.

He gave him a firm pull and their foreheads bumped together.

Yeosang's heart raced in his throat as he whispered his next words were they the foulest curse he always had been prohibited to do: "This time only.. for now."

They were like dirty secrets spilled, his mouth unable to lie and he therefore just had paved his own way straight toward the downfall of his future as the fairies' crown bearer.

But Yeosang was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, fingers casting around with blazing fire as asking the phoenix to kiss his lips there never had been kissed before. Furthermore even implying that he hoped it would not only be this time. Yeosang's breath was swooped away when soft pillows pressed to his own.

Oh.

The fairie's fingers trembled where they held on to Seonghwa as a blend of despaired emotions suddenly transferred onto his body, stretching around his shoulders and holding him closer. Then the phoenix shifted his legs across his lap and Yeosang felt how tenderness flowed through the touch, melting him into the cushions behind him. Lips moved across his own testingly and flames licked up his body dangerously exploring his small curves of muscles and dainty frame.

And holy goodness, those lips did wonders. Skin tingling, eyes quivering, and body trembling, rattling his bones until he felt himself denature. And Seonghwa had only just begun, slender fingers tilting his head to the side as his lips pulled against him with a light caress to his soul.

 Overwhelmed, Yeosang did not know what to do as Seonghwa had winded the lead into his own hand, shaping their kiss into one of a sweet kind as his tongue restrained from intertwining with the moment.

Although that did not hinder the demon from intertwining with their moment.

Hongjoong was breathing into his neck, casting his dark spells down the fairie's spine as he barely moved his lips apart.

"You want more whiskey?" he rasped, a sudden finger trailing down his back...

Yeosang startled, jumping in his seat which made Seonghwa pull away from him, but not farther away than his hands rested around the curve of his waist, one also splayed across his thigh. The demon prince inky eyes appeared in front of him, white teeth showing as his expression was curled into a dirty smile. The pressure of finger pads wandered over his neck, following along the dip above his clavicles in such a steady pattern.

The fairie gasped when the body emitted into black dust around him, strong emotions reaching out towards the prince on his other side and then Yeosang was staring at Hongjoong's claws digging into Seonghwa's neck, forcing their lips to meet in the middle of both their fiery gazes. Growls and throaty rumbles erupted from both of them, but Yeosang was too shocked to tell if the sounds even came from them or if it was someone else in the room.

The demon knocked the other prince over, having them both fall into the cushions - Seonghwa's hands flailed around until they caught on to the smaller prince's dark hair, fisting his head to the side as he moaned in pain. A lewd, breathy sound escaped his lips next, Hongjoong's legs having looped around Seonghwa's, causing them both to turn another round before Seonghwa's head was cornered into the backrest and armrest. The phoenix huffed when his crown fell off his head.

"Doing such a good job teaching the boy how to kiss?" snarled the demon, latching on to the other prince's lower lip with his teeth, forcing a pained sound out of him. Seonghwa pulled at his hair again, but not as Yeosang would have believed him to do, no- he pulled him closer, knees dragging up along the demon's legs until they pinned him between them and lips searching against Hongjoong's. Their lips pressed harshly against each other, Seonghwa's hand fisting Hongjoong's head in short, firm jerks and making him splutter out sounds that made Yeosang's cheeks flare a shy red. Heat pulsed in his stomach and Yeosang couldn't fathom why he was reacting like this to something like that.

Was this the alcohol's effects fully kicking in now?

Hongjoong pulled himself away, his forehead digging into the phoenix's neck as he heaved for air, "Tell me, little bird... are you still up for the offer that you so desperately wanted me to agree on?"

Seonghwa's piercing eyes then glided across the room and Yeosang shifted awkwardly when he then stopped at him. The fairie prince was blinded by Seonghwa's intense stare.

"Will you offer me your life to be played in my hands? Foolish little demon, you may not know what I might do with that knowledge.." Seonghwa adduced, touch drawing down the demon's neck before suddenly hauling him around and up against the backrest of the furniture, flames dancing around his wrists as they licked Hongjoong's skin with red and orange hues.

Everything downed onto Yeosang when Hongjoong's scream of pain tore the air apart. Flinching, his body moved further away, the mixing signals of pain and pleasure shaking him to the core as he watched how Hongjoong threw his head back as if he invited the other to do more of those cruel acts. Seonghwa's legs still flexed around the smaller prince as he marked the burning flames into his pale skin.

Dark, hooded eyes rolled to the side, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk when he saw Yeosang's horrified expression. A hand mapped down his body, then settled onto his crotch before pressing down.

Goodness.

Yeosang clenched his thighs tightly together, tingles spreading under his hide when he least wanted to witness his own body reacting like this to the breathy whines echoing in his ears. It made him lift his shaking hand to his mouth, grasping around the damn urge to take part in those immoral activities, too.

"Little demon, don't be shy.. tell me your weakness and I shall grant you permission of having a little taste of me. I am sure you won't regret any bit of it.."

The phoenix leaned forward, cradling Hongjoong's head in his arms as he rolled his hips down onto the other's addictingly.

"Mhmmgh," the demon prince's hands caught the other prince in the movement, a huge smug smile suiting his face as he lustfully licked his lips at the way Seonghwa throned above him.

"May-maybe you should let me have a foretaste before I make up my mind?" Hongjoong voiced while slipping his hands under Seonghwa's shirt. Instantly, the other snarled at him, pressing himself further down onto him as he told him rather simply: "You already are."

Twitching, Yeosang gulped harshly, blinking away the haziness in his eyes. Although, it didn't seem to lessen anything, if not only instead worsening the case even more.

"Fuck, Seonghwa, yes you are. Then give me more."

But that did not seem to be the phoenix prince's intention when he a few seconds later stood away, wobbly legs caring himself to the opposite end of the furniture and sliding into the fairie prince's lap. Yeosang's breath hitched for the nth time and he could feel his eyes shifting between multiple imprecise colours as Seonghwa's weight planted onto him. What became the most obvious, and surely also the reason for Yeosang's flusterness was the strain of the phoenix pants. The prince shamefully looked away, aggressively blushing, but the taller prince caught his face in his hands as he brought him back to look him into his deep, deep eyes. Stunned by the sudden gentleness, Yeosang's lips parted. He was sure he was looking dumbfounded in every possible way.

He was caught in the phoenix's claws.

When lips sucked his neck and a palm started moving further down the waistband of his pants, Yeosang did not want to remember anything of this. Especially not when Yeosang could only seem to close his eyes and enjoy the way that Seonghwa kneaded him through the fabrics. Slowly, he forgot about the curse, his father and kin, and the reason why he was here - that the prince kissing his skin was supposed to be an enemy who wanted to only make an end to his life, and not treat his body as if he wanted to bring him ecstasy.

Yeosang moaned loudly, his own hand unable to cover the truth anymore, allowing himself to actually feel the heat from Seonghwa's touches spreading in his body. Already panting from the foreign sensations flooding his system, his head rested on Seonghwa's shoulder. A patch of wetness spread in his pants and he just wanted the uncomfortable tautness to go away.

"P-please.." he muttered shyly under his breath, brows pinched together when another intense wave felt like cornering him against a brick wall, "Wan-want.."

Seonghwa's tongue slid across his throat, making a line all the way up to his gorge before he moved his face away, "You're so beautiful like this," he said, puffs of warm air touching his skin and lithe fingers hooking around his golden crown resting on his head. "If just you could see yourself right now, Yeosang.."

The fairie prince ground his crotch harder up into Seonghwa's hand cupping him, slowly losing more and more control of his own actions, overruled by his own bodily needs.

"You have such a pretty name," Seonghwa said, hand kneading just a little harder and Yeosang groaned into his shoulder. He could feel him drink every sound he spilled, letting nothing go to waste, but that was not what made him so desperate at this moment.

"Seonghwa," he pleaded, nails digging into the phoenix's arms as the heat tinged his brain from working properly.

What had once been the purest of all lips was begging for a release and Yeosang could not care less about that. "Seonghwa, please.."

Fiddling with the fly of his pants, the taller prince suddenly worked his erection out of them. Yeosang saw nothing, eyes shut close as he could only think of the way that Seonghwa's slender fingers now wrapped around his length slicked with precum. A strained gasp left his lips at the new intense sensation, bliss crowding his head and making him straighten his neck, falling against the phoenix's body when chasing the feeling of his fingers sliding against his length.

His deep, melodic voice moaned sweetly into Seonghwa's ear when he slammed through the brick wall, waves swallowing him whole as such big amounts of pleasure crashed into him and he had to steady himself even more up against Seonghwa. Yeosang twitched as he curled into the phoenix, barely able to stand the intensity of the elation coursing through his body all at once as he stilled entirely, feeling how tears welled in his eyes. He had never been touched like this before.

Seonghwa's gentle hands were not replaced, not even when Yeosang sleepily blinked his eyes, barely even recognizing what had just happened. And it only made him even more confused when he seemed to fall asleep in the arms of the other prince. Scandalous, as it ever would be.

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