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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,000 words

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

The siren silently sneaked into the room, his hand lingering around the handle a moment longer as he made sure not to cause too many loud noises to occur. Sighing deeply, he ran his hand through his hair, feeling the heaviness of the current situation weighing down on him. They were still trapped in the castle and Jongho dared not imagine for how long they would stay.

A sudden click had him turn around, his fingers still gripping the strands of his hair as his eyes fell onto the budging door swinging open. Jongho inhaled sharply, the air burning all the way down into his lungs. San came into his view, his arms stretched to his head as he was clutching a towel in his hands, carefully drying off the last moisture in his hair. Jongho's lips unconsciously parted the moment he let his eyes slide down the flexing muscles of the merman's arms - growing into his bare chest that Jongho had eyed so many times. But a waistband of clothing was not there to halt the flutter of curiosity; essentially making his eyesight cross the line of prohibition and wander away from San's toned abdomen and further down his naked long legs. And the intimacy of what was to be seen in between them.

San was walking sex on legs.

Arousingly beautiful, muscular built as sleek, fit legs grounded him to the floor. And Jongho couldn't look away from how freaking packed he was - shamefully drinking up every part of the handsome man walking in, completely unaware of his guest. For now. Jongho found himself more understanding of why Prince Wooyoung had jumped him the instant they got here. Then a pair of startled eyes were looking right into his. Oh. Oh.

So irresistible.

A sound churned in the siren's throat and he turned his head at the sight right away, warmth burning in his cheeks with indignity. He should not have looked.

"Jongho-ya, what are you doing here? I thought you had 'things to do'?"

The siren prince pressed his lips tightly together, "I finished that already- San, please, find some clothes-"

Unheard of his silent footsteps, a hand was suddenly curling around his biceps, turning him around to stare right into his deep-blue eyes. Jongho stopped breathing.

"Don't you like the view?" San's voice dropped an entire octave into the depths of a purr, and Jongho's heart was picking up its pace in his chest.

"San," he sternly said, but the impact of his word failed greatly at the sound of his ragged exhale. The other prince knew him too well; knowing that Jongho was crumbling between the hands around his arms. Jongho's eyes were glued to the broadness of the merman's shoulders as he felt his face reddening the more San leaned closer.

He felt caged; he felt small; he felt insanely puny and it was ridiculous to say it at least - for Jongho was nothing of that.

"Do I have to remind you that you are the one who trespassed into my chamber?"

"Just find some clothes, I don't care," he waved him off, pulling San's hands off as he darted toward the huge bed on wobbly legs.

Somewhere behind him, Jongho heard the other snigger while he threw himself into the soft cushions, face-planted down into a pillow.

"Nooo Jongho come on! What's wrong with showing a little skin? There's nothing different from me in the ocean."

Everything.

The siren coughed as he tightened his hold around the covers.

"It's definitely not the same," Jongho deadpanned, yet drily.

"What? Why not?"

Oh, Jongho hated this moment so much.

He groaned into the pillow, pressing his fists down into the mattress, "Because it's.. different."

San stayed quiet until he felt the weight on the bed. Jongho's nervousness spiked, like a spear thrusting deeper into his jittering heart.

The siren nearly choked at the other's answer, beyond the bashful feeling clouding in his head.

"Because I'm naked? Jongho-ya it's just skin," San chuckled sleekly, and the siren prince knew the other was teasing him, "What naughty thoughts are you having?!"

At that, Jongho sent a kicking leg toward the other, although with poor aim, "I'm not thinking of any of that, you moron!"

San laughed at that, and Jongho only blushed even harder. This was unfair!

But the crown prince easily avoided his flaccid kicking leg, flopping down onto the bed again as he wrapped his arms around Jongho's shoulders. The youngest yielded the act for the time nothing else happened.

And that didn't last very long.

A hot breath tickled Jongho's neck when the other prince leaned down and reached out for him with the most husky, erotic whisper of all times, "Are you enjoying it a little too much, perhaps?"

Bad sign, bad sign, wrong sign-

Jongho stifled a whine into the pillows below him as he tried his best to focus on anything else but the way San's naked body shifted closer to his own. But who was he to fool - now that all his nerves were so centered on the way the other's lower half moved that he counted down the centimeters until he touched his hip, hugging him closer with a playfulness. But to the siren prince, this wasn't just fucking fun games. It was all hassles and boiling water that he could not freaking breathe in.

A hand suddenly cradled his cheek and moved his head around for Jongho to glance up at the lopsided grin San wore. Oh, he knew what he was doing, and Jongho's heart was about to beat the fuck out of that fish daring to treat him like this.

"Get off me before I bite you," Jongho threatened through clamped teeth.

But the other prince only cooed at him, pinching his cheek, "You're so sweet when angry, Jongho-ya~"

Warmth bloomed in his cheek at the pull and the siren prince moved his hand before any thought struck him. Fingers firmly surged forward, grabbing around the length of the flesh pressing so tightly against his hip.

San's prior confidence washed away the instant an involuntary moan pressed out of his mouth, his head jerking forward like senses inside him were messing with his coherence.

Jongho should definitely not have done that.

"I'm sure you wouldn't be so cheery if I so happened to sink my teeth into here."

Boldly, the siren unclenched his fingers and readjusted his grip around San's cock, contently listening to the way the other prince's breath hitched at the unexpected pressure to such a sensitive area. And then he realised where he was touching the other- Jongho froze as he frettedly stared at the way San's unfocused eyes widened before dropping into a squint while his brows curled together. The siren could only imagine what was going on inside San's head.

The heat rose in his chest as he anxiously let go of the other quicker than ever. His legs kicked him around before he scooted further away from San on the bed.

"I-I'm sorry-" Jongho burst out into a plea of forgiveness, promising that it would never happen again. He swore on his royal title - knowing what would happen if he once more violated the deathly rule of touching the crown prince.

And yet, he could not ignore the tempting rouse the touch had done to his own body. It was embarrassingly scary in every possible way.

He should have known about the ripples in the water his fingertips had formed.

Jongho swallowed tensely when San's body slowly evoked anew. His eyes fell into deep waters where even the siren troubled seeing through his murky thoughts.

When San surprisingly moved forward, the siren prince flinched as he desperately tried shaking his head but he just couldn't move any more than that.

The mattress shifted under him; bending at the weight change San created as he crawled over to him. Closer, full of caution that had Jongho's mind stop running away as he saw no way out of the consequences.

Consequences that he could have avoided, but somehow chose not to.

And it all started with a drunken kiss.

San was a glorious sight in front of him when he hovered over his oppressed body with a missing expression on his face. Reaching out for his condemned hand, Jongho let him take it and guided it back to his abdomen. The skin was cool but dry, and Jongho feared the second San's hand around his started dragging it down.

"But it's forbidden- it's wrong, San, I can't just-" Jongho panicked as he hurriedly curled his fingers into his palm in an attempt to not continue the road down.

San held his hand firmly in place, "I decide who will touch my body and who will not - no stupid law made by my parents will have any influence on that. I want you to touch me, Jongho.."

The siren prince inhaled sharply.

"I can do whatever I want to here and they will never in their life know... you are safe to do what wanders in your mind. I will not hold you back. Although, please don't bite my dick off," San paled, remembering Jongho's threat clearly.

The siren wanted to snort at the other's ridiculous remark before he realised that San had told him that he was allowed to come closer; to have his hands on him. Not only that- the crown prince had expressed that he even wanted him to do all that.

Jongho probably resembled a fish struggling to breathe before he fell deeper into the pond of San's blue glistening eyes.

"I want you, Jongho."

A shudder trailed down the younger prince's spine and followed the nerves into his joints, making him flex his fingers against the merman's skin without will. He couldn't tell where the genuine in the voice came from; if it was the impulsivity of a burning stimulation going through his head or if it was a pining craving he had kept to himself for a time now.

However, to Jongho, that didn't matter in the current moment as he ironically felt hypnotized by the touch of hunger in the other's eyes. Naturally, it was supposed to be the other way around, but Jongho did not allow himself to use the powerful voice within him. The thought of it made his insides churn and his throat tighten around his airways.

A side of Prince San he never had believed he would come to see was growing under the touch of the innocence of his hand. It was mad appealing to all of his senses.

He was so shy when he led his hand further down to the base of San's growing erection, carefully wrapping his fingers around him. But San did not make fun of his inexperience or wary act of finding his way into the deed of pleasuring another. The siren prince looked away from his hand with a beet-red face and a few teeth tugging on his bottom lip. He felt so heavy in his hand.

Slowly, San pulled an arm around his broad shoulder, putting his cool fingers around his nape.

With a sigh, San leaned forward and gently planted a few kisses behind his ear. The tip of his nose soon nestled into his shell as he breathed heavily, "That feels good.. can I just.." he muttered before his other hand there priorly had let go of Jongho's hand returned and lightly led his hand around him further down his shaft and then back again. Jongho didn't stop the slow movement even after San let go of his hand again and the shuddering inhalations coming from the other Prince's mouth told him he was doing right. Good.

More than good.

So good that Jongho felt the oddest tingles spreading across the skin of his body as if his hide was stretching out in all directions at the cause of such intense stimulation to his senses.

Only because of the heavy touch of air spreading so close to his ear. Pressing into his ear. 

The skin in his hand felt raw against his palm as he moved his wrist again before the forcing weight of San leaning against him made him want to try something else. San moaned sweetly into his neck; exposing his forbidden cravings when Jongho's thumb followed the curve of his cock and slid across the tip of it. A wet, sticky substance suddenly trickled down his hand, making Jongho widen his pure, round eyes at the discovery. The thick liquid slowly spread all over the place, rolling down both between Jongho's fingers and further down San's cock. 

Experimenting, Jongho pursued another stroke, up and down, slicker than before, until San was digging his nails deep down into the back of Jongho's head and hiding his head in the crook of his neck. Suddenly he craved his taste on his tongue.

When the merman mildly started rocking his hips into Jongho's palm, he tightened his grip around him with careful attention to the way more of the liquid spilled from him.

"Mhmmf, fuck, I'll come if you continue like that," the crown prince groaned into his shoulder, shifting his head around without finding any release of his body.

Jongho swallowed a gasp when San in the middle of the heat jerked his head around and he was looking up into eyes flooding with white liquid. Oh, he was so turned on himself.

The siren prince slammed his free arm into the mattress behind him when San suddenly hoisted himself onto his lap and crashed his lips against his. Blushing madly with feverish heat, Jongho moaned into the kiss, savouring the friction of San grinding his ass down onto his strained pants. So much was happening at the same time that he barely even recognised the other prince's hands fumbling with his belt locking around his waist. His hand loosely eased at San as his lips tucked at the merman's prying tongue pressing in between his sharp teeth. Fuck, he wanted to taste him so bad.

Jongho's eyes fell shut with a frown of pure bliss leaking through his entire body with sizzling heat. He craved him - more than he had been aware of. And the naked silhouette of the merman's body, dancing against the walls of his chamber, had the tips of Jongho's fingers itch with so many more urges. He wanted to feel him up. Every ounce of him.

San's lips moved down his chin as he seriously struggled to breathe, "I could try just.." he whispered before Jongho suddenly jerked his hand forward to squeeze around San's thigh in utter surprise when he pulled Jongho out of his pants.

Nimble fingers gathered some of his precum before rubbing them down his cock to his balls. The siren let out an inhuman sound so throaty that he might have torn his vocal cords. Reality started blurring into a mass of only him and San; things disappeared in his mind until San was singing sweetly into his ear.

"I'm all yours, Jongho-ya.." the voice said with a sinister whisper.

The siren was running his hand up the crown prince's side, fingers dipping into the contouring lines of his ribs as he splayed them out on his back muscles and kneaded the skin. All his to touch.

But Jongho did not know how long he would be able to do that.

Right now he was all his to have, but what about tomorrow? Or next week or next month? What about when they had escaped this castle and they had returned to their kingdoms again?

What about after?

When the other prince moved closer and gathered them both in his slick hand, Jongho couldn't breathe because of the intensifying knot growing in his groin.

"San," he gasped when the other leaned over and started kissing down his neck, "We can't do this - it is not right. And you know it too."

His voice sounded so pathetically weak and San kicked it away like he barely even heard it.

Hisses exploded down his neck; "I don't fucking care. I want this. Right now."

Jongho lost himself when he whimpered at San's thrust up into the hand tightening around them both. Doing it again and again and again, and Jongho felt so guilty for feeling so good when he most of all should have shied away from it all instead of writhing around to the rhythm of San's kicking hips. He was in such deep trouble now.

"Relax..breathe."

But the siren prince could not do any of that when tension spread inside him and more liquid spilled between ragged moans and San's ruling hand. The merman dropped his head to Jongho's shoulder, lips only gracing the moist skin peeking out from under his shirt. It made him shudder under the touch, tingles spreading to the tips of his fingers when pleasure shook him to the core as he rocked into San's hand as he had never needed anything more than this his entire life. Arms desperately pulled San in closer, fingers digging into his skin as he came all over them both.

Drowning- Jongho was drowning  in a foreign feeling of ecstasy that had his mind blurring and his limbs trembling until he fell deep into a pile of pillows. San followed with him down, his brows pinched with a similar state of mind. And yet he reached up to kiss his lips with so much tenderness that Jongho thought he heard a purr somewhere in his head. San's lips were so soft and they melted against his own the same way he carefully laid down on top of him, wrapping his legs around him.

It took a moment of pondering before Jongho gained an uneasy feeling about what the Great Sorceress was on about.. and how they were supposed to break her spell.

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