𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,100 words

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Yeosang sighed when the grand door finally went shut behind him, and he raised a hand to his forehead, staring down into the wine red carpet on the floor, far from confident in the matter his parents had sent him to. What in the world was he supposed to do when half of the other princes were a wrecked mess. A pure catastrophe meant to only go wrong. His sixth sense just knew.

For now, the werewolf prince seemed like the most decent and truthful out of them all, but that could just as well be the amount of pheromones affecting his brain to believe that. Despite not having met one before, Yeosang was so sure the young man was an alpha, he had nearly felt it strongly rush within his bloodbanes, but the somehow irked emotion told him it too. He certainly was somebody who did large of hiding his own temper from himself.

And the way his eyes had swooned around his own, greeting him like he was someone who had pulled the moon to shine.. So worshipping...

Yeosang scoffed at himself, his gaze turning stern as he frowned. What.

The man was a werewolf, a cursed being - someone you would not lay your trust in, despite how much he told he was part of nature like Yeosang himself. No. Absolutely not. Werewolves were manipulators - just as much as every other dark creature, and Yeosang knew but had still been tricked by this goddamn wolf-beast.

His father had always told him, that these kinds of people used nature against its will, as they violated the rules of life's founder. The myth told, that they once had been a group of humane townspeople from the north. A winter, had they been low on supplies and food, but hunting was difficult on two legs when deep layers of snow covered the ground. As if prayers were heard, some of the townsmen encountered a witch. They brought her in while she believed it of hospitability, but the mood quickly took its turn. They bound her to a chair and started begging her to help them out of their misery before their children would die out of hunger. But when she refused their demands of forcing nature to give them physical strength, they threatened her with the sentence of death, until she finally gave in; giving them all that they wanted, but not without cursing them first. Their souls would be bound to the ones of feral wolves, and for every full moon that passed, their bodies should tear apart and turn them into bloody beasts of a child's nightmare without there being anything to hold them back. The witch had disappeared after this, but the curse would stay forever. Passing down for generations of blood to be tainted with the same curse.

And Jeong Yunho was one of those descendants.

Yeosang wasn't sure of how true the myth was, but one thing was for sure; his father hated them whether or not.

Rather urgently, he threw off his stupid boots - a thing he has waited for in so many hours. They landed on the carpet heavily, but Yeosang ignored them as he already was heaving a leg to pull off his socks too. His feet hurt. They stung, and burned, and ached like they never had done before, all because of some screwy footwear. How could people even walk around in this every day?! The boy whimpered as he limped the rest of the way to the huge lined up bed, that was situated on the left side of the room. Then he brought his heels to the edge of the soft mattress and gasped when he finally saw how itchy and swollen his feet were, which made him purse his lips sourly. They even had gotten red marks from how aggressively the boots must have rubbed against the fair skin. Yeosang gently held around them and let his slightly cool hands work their magic into the issue. His small pretty toes seemed to have been mashed together, some were a little blue too and Yeosang could only think of murder - for how dare his father tell him to do such an act when the only output was this- this disaster!

He let go of his feet again, instead, throwing himself further back in the soft mass as he pouted down at the end. He definitely wouldn't ever take those boots on again, even if that would be the thing saving the whole world. He had suffered enough, so now it should be the others' turn.

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𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Wooyoung didn't know what time it was when he came back from the bathroom that was connected to the room. On his way thereto, had he managed to fetch a set of silk-soft pajamas in a wardrobe and changed into it instead of his more formal clothes, and now he stood in front of the bed which San laid in. The other boy was barely asleep yet, as his half-lidded eyes peeked up at him.

"Sleep with me?" San mumbled without moving an inch from where he stayed in the middle of all pillows and sheets.

He looked comfortable and satisfied like he hadn't just told him of much anguish he had felt, but Wooyoung tried the best to keep all the imagines away. He really did. And still, he felt how heat pooled downwards...

"Come ooon! I want cuddles," the merman pressed with a whine that had him gulp nervously.

He climbed into bed, hands not removing anything as he just laid down beside San. But the other prince didn't like the idea of that, so he pulled all the sheets away from them and shifted his body around until they both were under the cover. Wooyoung felt the way San drew his arms around his waist like it was the most natural thing to do, and his heart started leaping in his chest when a leg was lifted over his own too. Fuck, fuck, fuck-    

Wooyoung gulped and stared away into the rest of the dim-lit room, "You really like cuddles?" he asked as he did his best not to think of that. He didn't know where all his confidence had gone.

San hummed contently as he shuffled his head into the crook of his shoulder, breath lightly hitting some of his bare skin that the pajamas did not cover, "Yeah I do, I guess it's a merpeople thing. When I was younger, my sisters and I always built a huge nest out of all the different kinds of things we could find before we would lay there all day, cuddling each other until we fell asleep. But now.. circumstances have changed and I don't really have the time for that anymore."

The dragon prince found his tongue full of knots that kept sound from escaping his mouth. Luckily for him didn't San seem to find the silence weird in any way, as he listened to how he drew in a small tight amount of air and pushed it out again.

"You're warm," he said sleep-inducingly, "Normally I don't like warmth.."

Wooyoung's mind sparked, suddenly he felt like purring as if the comment made something grow in him. Something confident. Slowly, he moved his arm around the other prince, letting it slide up along his spine. He felt San shudder.

"Mhm... what about it now?"

In his ear, San's breath hitched slightly, and Wooyoung thrilled at how the merman was now tensing his arms around his waist. Like he was caught in the act of something a little too naughty.

"It's uncomfortable, my skin gets dry because I easily dehydrate."

Wooyoung's corners of his lips raised a little at the remark, and he ran his fingers up to pull at San's shorter, dark hair. It made him bend his head back and very sudden he was staring into his beautiful, now wide-open brown eyes again.

"Oh right, you live in the water," the dragon smirked as his hand threaded along his back until they curled around his shirt and pulled at it to reveal bare skin. San's eyes didn't move an inch away from where they surely stared at Wooyoung's mole on his lips when Wooyoung's warm hands touched his back and followed the lines of his ribs with his thumbs. The prince's chest had stopped heaving and falling from the moment Wooyoung moved them even closer. Pressing them together.

The dragon's eyes flicked down to find San still staring greatly provokingly at his lips, a thought striking through his head. Just kiss me already, you fool!

But instead, San's next words confounded him, "Wooyoung, you ate it too, did you not?" he lifted his head and licked his lips. The change of weight had Wooyoung hit the mattress with his back as San's delicate hands slipped them around under the sheets and crawled his body. His heart jumped a beat when he saw how the other's eyes glistened with pearl-white, already sliding down his cheeks, and he really thought his mind would explode from all the sparks of fire that already danced in his sight.

Briskly, San gripped both his cheeks with his cool hands and let his head fall close as he whispered along his anticipating sensitive lips, "You're hard."

"What? No-"

The crown prince pressed his tongue to his skin and rather harming against his spinning head, moved it over his chin and licked his lips, swirling it around their plump texture and dipping down in between. Wooyoung moaned as San pulled his lips apart and reached so much deeper.

"Wooyoungie, now don't lie to me, I can smell how aroused you are." And he was so awfully right. If San removed all their covers he would have been able to see the very protruding bulge in his silk pajama pants.

Wooyoung had no clue which part of him was thinking this, but he almost wanted San to see it. Wanted San to see everything. San's overflowing eyes were looking down at him and he wondered for a moment if merpeople could read minds when San warlike tore the buttons of his pajamas open. He felt like nothing had ever gone this fast before.

Wooyoung erupted panicky: "San- San! You said you wanted cuddles!"

The dragon shut his eyes tightly close when his chest suddenly breathed air - and San was looking at him with eyes there thought that alluring him into bed was the finest decision he ever had made. He didn't need proof of it, for he already knew how the other was drooling over his body, adorned in plates of silver and gold. San had seen it all before - although only for a short time when the light still had been flicked on. And he had then told him how beautiful he thought he was. Wooyoung's body was fusing into precious metals.

Wooyoung resurfaced back to the reality of San looking down at the golden piercings through his nipples.

"Yes, but I have changed my mind. I want to fuck you now," the prince stated and dipped down, pulling his slick tongue against the jewels. Wooyoung stuttered at the act, his fingers flung up to tug at locks of San's hair without thinking the smallest. Because San's mouth made his kisses slick and so wet, Wooyoung believed the tingles would never disappear again. In no way had San recovered from the poison yet, and he wasn't sure of when he would. Not that he cared.

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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

When he woke from his sleep, he had no idea of what the time was. Yunho felt an odd sensation buzzing around in his entire body, and first, when he pulled the sheets off his body he realized how much he had been sweating. The room was dark, but his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness and somehow he felt his wolf awfully much aware of everything around him. Almost as if something excited it.

Everything fell to the floor when he tried to sit up - pain flooded the very back of his head and stroke down the rest of his body. Yunho groaned as he pressed his face together, his hand pushing against his dick as every cell in him became paralyzed with an aching so strong that he now knew what this was all about. His wolf growled, teeth showing dominance while Yunho stumbled to the door out to the corridor. He was already out of breath, panting heavily, "What no, nono! It's not even time for that yet!?"

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