Smut warning!

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Yunho was back faster than a drop of rain falling from the skies. Seonghwa had just returned to his room and picked up his brush to shape up the loose curls cascading over his shoulders when the human joined him and closed the door. His eyes begged for permission, and Seonghwa granted it with a chuckle.

Yunho was like a dog himself.

Large hands touched Seonghwa's waist, spanning around its narrow curve to pinch the robe to his skin. He waited while Seonghwa brushed his hair with gentle strokes. When Yunho breathed in the lingering scent of his soap, Seonghwa let the brush sink.

"This robe suits you so well," Yunho breathed into his ear. His nose ran along its pointed tip, tracing the elegant shape. Allowing his wandering hands to slip over his thighs to glide from smooth amethyst fabric over pale skin, Seonghwa leaned back into Yunho's chest.

"I like how it feels on my body," Seonghwa hummed. Yunho greedily touched the length of Seonghwa's leg, unveiled by the delicate fabric. He made sure never to trace his hands up too high, respectful of the parts best hidden. Seonghwa could feel him growing against him. The press of his hardness into the small of Seonghwa's back inflamed the heat of arousal inside Seonghwa and he succumbed to its warmth. His lazy hands trailed over Yunho's arms holding him, exploring the bulging scars from past battles.

"Let's leave it on in that case, shall we?" Yunho suggested. His hands stuttered when they traced up high enough on Seonghwa's leg to realise he wore nothing beneath. In an effort to calm himself, he tugged on the tip of Seonghwa's ear with cautious teeth, sending a shiver down the elf's back.

"You're all mine today. The charlatan can brood in envy."

"Show me," Seonghwa asked as he slid his hands up Yunho's arms and arched into him. The tantalising silk on his bare skin created a thin layer between his behind rubbing against Yunho's crotch. "Show me how I am yours."

He couldn't deny how intrigued he was by Yunho's sexual expression. The human had ideas Seonghwa never thought of before, and he spent an incriminating amount of time daydreaming about Yunho inside him ever since he saw him naked.

It was as Hongjoong said. Succumbing to lust once made its draw irresistible.

"Is this fine? I respect your virtue." Yunho's hands paused on Seonghwa's thighs, just shy of hiking the long robe over his hips. His care honoured Seonghwa, and he turned his head to share another deep kiss with Yunho. This one had the man relax.

"Go ahead," Seonghwa approved him once more. This time, Yunho gave in. He walked Seonghwa across his room, but instead of the bed, he took him to the tall windows that looked out into a clear, starry night and the gardens. Moonlight doused Seonghwa and made the stars in his eyes shine as he braced pale hands against the glass. Bewitched by the sight, Yunho worshipped Seonghwa's ears and neck, littering kisses all over.

"I want to make everyone see," Yunho explained as he skimmed his blunt teeth over Seonghwa's nape. Intrigued, Seonghwa pushed against him to relish in the heat and the subconscious movements of Yunho's hips, which yearned to be closer to that place.

"We are too far up for anyone to see, though."

"It's the thought behind it," Yunho snickered.

Ever so fascinated by the ways of Yunho's wit, Seonghwa leaned his chest against the window. It cooled the heat boiling under his skin and jutted his hips invitingly.

This time, Yunho didn't waste time waiting. He tugged Seonghwa's robe up to bunch over the small of his back, exposing the length of his legs to the cool air. Guided by his large hands, Seonghwa widened his stance to grant access to his middle.

Embarrassed at the bold display, the elf cooled his forehead on the window. His cheeks burnt, but he understood Yunho's appeal. The thought of being watched was humiliating yet exciting, like a secret to spy on.

Yunho dropped to his knees behind Seonghwa. His warm hands covered so much of his thighs when he smoothed them down his skin, appreciating the untainted beauty before him.

"Don't be shy. Let them know how good you are feeling. That your husband is taking care of you," he crooned. Seonghwa sucked in a breath when a hot mouth pressed a kiss to his entrance. A rush of sensations trembled through Seonghwa's body and twitched in his length, that was exposed for all eyes to see.

"Yunho, I-" Seonghwa broke off with a moan, burying his face in his arms when Yunho lapped at him. His tongue tasted the clean fragrance of Seonghwa's skin, pale as marble but supple as a peach. He couldn't help but squeeze at his hips, his legs, his bottom, appreciative of every touch. Seonghwa trembled beneath him when a tongue to that place felt twice as good as the touch of regular fingers.

As soon as he took notice of Seonghwa's trembling knees below the fabric of his robe, Yunho stifled a groan where his face was buried against Seonghwa. Seonghwa felt it and he jerked, oozing a fluid that was clear and glistened under the stars.

"Gods, you taste divine. How is every part of you so stunning? I can't get enough of you," Yunho uttered before he placed another open-mouthed kiss on Seonghwa, teasing his entrance with his tongue.

Since he unravelled so easily at this type of touch, Seonghwa's body gave in to the wet glide and he threw his head back with a moan when he was speared by that tongue. Desperate, his hips rolled back against Yunho, begging for more. He had no control over his twitches and the needs of his body, but the tingles were addictive.

How could it feel so good? Seonghwa knew he would end up sleeping with some of his new husbands since that was part of the duties he was to fulfil in exchange for their diplomacy. Yet, despite his willingness to take what he was given and to accept their requests, he didn't anticipate liking it this much. Was it pleasure itself or these men that vexed his mind? Seonghwa couldn't tell, and he was afraid of losing all reason.

Upkeeping his dignity with as much control as he could muster, he glanced over his shoulder at Yunho. The man strained against his pants, but he made no move to release his pain. Only his lips sucking on Seonghwa and his tongue sending him into the afterlife counted.

Shaky like a newborn foal, Seonghwa lifted his leg to rub his heel into Yunho's crotch. The man's breath caught, and he had to pull back so he wouldn't suffocate. With his eyes pinched shut, he canted his hips into the sensation.

"Inside me... You can- You can enter me, if you want," Seonghwa whispered, finding it hard to speak.

Yunho's eyes snapped open. A pink blush took over his cheeks as he squeezed Seonghwa's thighs with urgent hands.

"There is no need. Pleasing you like this is more than enough for me."

Seonghwa rested his flushed face against the window. His lidded eyes took in Yunho's submissive position, his chin glistening with spit.

"I would like you to," he whispered, coy under Yunho's stare.

Seonghwa felt him twitch through the sole of his foot. When he stifled his smile in his elbow, Yunho frantically shook his head.

"No, I-! Touching you so intimately is already a lot; staining a being as ethereal as you. But putting that vulgar thing inside you? I don't know..." He struggled to get the words out, brain foggy with desire. Seonghwa felt through his pants how much his wants contrasted with his words.

"I like that vulgar thing. If I think about it filling me, I get scared, but also frenzied. Look." Seonghwa slid his hand down his body, spreading his fingers in a V around his weeping arousal. It dribbled pitifully over the floor and Yunho stared at it, mesmerised by how this part of a man could be beautiful.

"A-are you sure?" Yunho asked in a trance, as if his mind had tapped out with all reason.

"I ask politely," Seonghwa replied.

That got Yunho moving. He slipped his long fingers into his mouth while he stood up, wetting them. As he angled Seonghwa's head to kiss him, they slipped to explore his wet entrance. It gave easily, not as nervous as last time, and greedy for more of those overwhelming touches Yunho provided.

Tongues intertwined, Seonghwa tasted the sweetness of his own body like morning dew. Yunho swallowed his breathy moans as he spread his fingers apart in Seonghwa.

After a few moments of making sure he was ready, Yunho slipped from him. He exhaled, as if having to steel himself before he shrugged off his clothes. They landed in a discarded heap by their side and Seonghwa breathed a hot patch against the window as he waited, exposed for all the world to see.

Yunho's manhood touched him first, kissing at the wet cleft of his legs. A moment later, his hands found Seonghwa's waist and bunched the robe around his ivory skin.

"Ready?" He asked, as if Seonghwa could know. As if he wasn't bigger than Hongjoong and Seonghwa could predict when his boundaries were reached.

Nonetheless, he craved the heavy length pressing against him. Craved its fever and its obscene need to pillage and conquer.

Upon his nod, Yunho pressed the tip against him. It took them a moment, some adjusting, some relaxing, but then it slipped in so suddenly that Seonghwa yelped in fear of being breached at once.

But Yunho went easy on him. The stretch was languid from there on, and Yunho didn't attempt to bottom out at once. He moved his hips with slow deliberation, gliding into the velvety grip of Seonghwa's body.

Praises rained from his lips in a litany he was unaware of. He lauded Seonghwa's open body, his skin, his ability to take Yunho. As he leaned his head into Seonghwa's shoulder to rest on his soft hair, he was halfway in, but Seonghwa wanted to cry from how well he felt taken care of.

Yunho was more pent-up than Hongjoong, and his desire for Seonghwa was rougher. As he clutched to the elf and his hips sped up, Seonghwa's breath hitched each time he buried deep. Yunho touched spots inside him Hongjoong hadn't. Delightful spots that made Seonghwa see stars and his fingers scramble across the window.

Their harsh pants echoed in the tall room, so vulgar compared to the castle's song, but adding to the erotic atmosphere. As Yunho's sweat dripped onto Seonghwa's back and they melted into one, Seonghwa guided his hand between his legs to stimulate his body further.

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa," Yunho muttered into his shoulder. His hips slammed into him with lewd noises and he was so much deeper than before. Seonghwa's mouth hung open, all dignity slipping from him as he was taken so well.

Soft hair tickled Seonghwa's behind, alerting him Yunho had bottomed out and that this heavy girth connected the graceful elf to him. His grunts were music to Seonghwa's ears, and he dropped his head against the window, hand moving desperately, as he unravelled under all the intensity and pleasure.

Yunho had to press him into the window so Seonghwa's legs wouldn't give out under his thrusts. When Seonghwa adjusted his blurry eyes, he could see through the fog surrounding them.

San was outside, deep below them in the gardens. He wore a sleeveless vest and trained by himself, whirling his sword through the air to hack at a wooden puppet. The flexing of his muscles sent a fresh wave of need through Seonghwa's body and those chiselled features drawn with concentration made him moan.

Yunho picked up on his gaze and leaned over him. His hand slapped away Seonghwa's and with deep, short-paced thrusts, he drove Seonghwa to the brink of insanity. Beneath the robe and through the elf's flat stomach, the bulge of him turned Seonghwa's insides into a mess.

"What is it? San?" Yunho panted with a breathless smile. Seonghwa dropped his head against his shoulder with a strangled noise, eyes never leaving the beautiful seraph. His wings flared with his every step and Seonghwa wondered if they would ever engulf him as Wooyoung's wings did. A shining, white innocence.

"He's pretty, isn't he?" Yunho purred as he traced his tongue over Seonghwa's ear. He thrust it inside, mimicking their hips, and Seonghwa crumpled into his arms. The heat overflowed and he couldn't hold back for much longer.

A whine was all the answer Seonghwa could muster. Yunho engulfed him everywhere, reaching so deep, filling Seonghwa.

It was San, who let his sword sink and pivoted in the castle's direction, who sent Seonghwa tumbling into his orgasm. He couldn't tell if the man looked their way or if he could see much from the reflecting windows, but the thought to be seen as he was rammed into so dirtily from behind gave him the last kick. With a yelp, Seonghwa came all over Yunho's fist and the window, staining it with his silver seed.

Yunho let out a surprised laugh.

"Oh? So you understood the game. What a joy." He jerked Seonghwa through his ecstasy, hips working harder to adjust to the tightened grip Seonghwa had on him. With another grunt, he pressed in close, pinning Seonghwa into the cold glass with his weight. He came deep inside, defiling Seonghwa with his spill.

Panting, Seonghwa watched how San went back to his sparring as if nothing happened. Yunho's come dripped from his body to pool between his feet.

He hadn't seen. Of course, he hadn't seen.

But Seonghwa's mind spun with how much he liked the thought that he had.