Smut warning

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Seonghwa's patience was running thin.

From his very birth, he had been a creature of refinement and elegance. No ugly emotions overcame him and no violence ever found its way into his hands. Growing up as a prince, he became a shining star in the night sky, leading his people and setting an example for all those who looked up to him.

Yet, all resolve was crumbling because of one man. Seonghwa had to blame it on Hongjoong; had to name the ghost haunting him or else he would lose his mind over the possibility it had been him all along.

They spent another day at the Vault of Heaven as San showed Seonghwa the city. It was similar to the Crystal Capital and everyone greeted them with grace. San was ever so chivalrous, carrying Seonghwa's purchases for him, shielding him from the sun when it bore down on them, and guiding him through difficult passages by his hand or the small of his back with courteous touches. He was an idol of virtue and blind towards Seonghwa's daydreams about lying in his arms or seeing him bicker with a child.

Seonghwa foolishly desired him. He desired the man who vowed never to lay a hand on him to respect his dignity. Desired him how Hongjoong and Wooyoung and Yunho presented him with desire.

All the little drops accumulated gradually and so the barrel overfilled.

After an agonising day in town that Seonghwa wasted watching San instead of its wonders, they went to bed. Since San relaxed and appreciated how Seonghwa let him stay in his space, they didn't sleep with such a drastic distance between them anymore, but Seonghwa still recoiled when his foot skimmed San's leg once by accident. He lay stiff as a board for many agonising minutes before he found his rest.

The next day, it was time to leave the vault. They had nothing more to do and Seonghwa wanted to hurry back so the others wouldn't wait so long. However, as they stood at the door, ready to gather their things and ride into the sunset, San did the last thing that was too much for Seonghwa to bear.

"Oh, I just remembered. I bought you something yesterday while you were looking at the flowers. It reminded me of you." He plunged his fingers into the money pouch he carried by his belt and produced a glimmering item. It dangled into his flat hand, curling like a snake.

The silver was filigree and delicate, matching Seonghwa's usual style. It curled not in the shape of a chain, but in a loop of solid metal to hoop around the neck of the bearer. The delicately designed twines curled playfully like a flower and the lowest one bore an amethyst encased in silver like the fruit of its labour. Its shine was as glorious as Seonghwa's eyes.

Seonghwa was frozen in awe when San put it around his neck, taking off the other necklace that covered Seonghwa's collar. After putting that one into his pouch, he nodded, satisfied with the sight.

"It suits you."

Enough was enough. San was unfairly good to him, so tender and attentive, though he struggled with the rules drilled into him by this place. Seonghwa couldn't take his endless caring anymore that was so much more personal and romantic than what he was used to.

When his hand met San's chest, the angel stumbled backwards, surprised by the sudden attack. His eyes were wide with regret when Seonghwa handled him so roughly, but the elf let go of all sense.

"Excuse me," he huffed as he shoved San down on the bed. His cape met the floor when he came after him, crawling on top of the befuddled seraph.

Only when his hands reached for the woven golden belt that tied San's pants shut, Seonghwa minded his manners.

"Please stop me if you don't want this," he begged, no longer in control of himself. He prayed San would take it before Seonghwa did something he would regret. The elf's stomach felt so hot and his entrance pulsed obscenely with the need to have San inside, to feel his embrace.

San said nothing. He just watched with eyes like those of an owl as Seonghwa greedily palmed over his crotch, getting a feel for what he hungered for so much. When an interested twitch answered him, he moaned.

San's pants didn't stay on for long. Seonghwa knew what to do, knew what he desired even without ever having done it before. He undid San's belt and shoved those pants down just far enough that he could access everything that needed to be accessed.

He wasn't disappointed.

Like the rest of him, this part of San was beautiful and powerful. He was half hard and already at a mouth-watering size. The golden blood in his veins bedazzled him and matched the liquid leaking from the tip. As if it knew where it needed to go for relief, his arousal pulsated in Seonghwa's touch.

San was inexperienced, that much was clear. He grew fast with the abrupt lust Seonghwa triggered in him and twitching hips jerked to bury himself in his husband's hand.

Seonghwa tucked his hair behind his elegant ear as he scooted lower and ducked his face. He was nervous about this, unfamiliar with the heat and intimidating size before him. But this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel San inside his mouth until his lips tingled in that special way, and he wanted to taste his passion as he fell apart.

"You needn't- This is dirty," San whined, eyes wide with shock, but lust clouded them as it snatched anyone in its vigorous grasp.

"It's not since it's you," Seonghwa muttered. He pressed a tentative kiss to San's tip, licking off the droplets gathered there. They tasted like honey and Seonghwa couldn't get enough. His fingers tentatively wrapped around what he couldn't reach, lewd in their half-clad sight.

San's thighs trembled below him, pinching together and relaxing. He was confused, but moans kept breaking out of him as Seonghwa's plush lips dragged over his tip to suck on it.

"Your Highness, why... You don't need to repay me," he brought out, hanging on to his celibacy even now.

Seonghwa scoffed as he went deeper. His eyes rolled back as his mouth was filled, finding it aroused him in one way while San's pinched expression did in another.

"This is your fault," Seonghwa breathed when he pulled off. He yanked at the laces of his corsets to tug his dress over his head. When it protested, he slipped out of the dress with an impatient grumble, leaving on the white corset and his new necklace. Impatient fingers used the slick gathering from San and his spit to probe at his entrance. "You were too damn charming. Looking like this, acting like such a respectable man and bringing me gifts? Preposterous. How am I supposed to resist? I also have desires."

San clutched his hand in front of his mouth, stifling his surprised moan. His straining length twitched, close since this was the first time someone else touched him.

Lips wrapped around him, Seonghwa rocked on his fingers, stimulating his body from two sides. He was no expert on either end, but his body had softened to intrusions, even craved for them. The lingering traces of Hongjoong's magic made it easy to sink two of his digits in.

But it wasn't enough. Not deep enough, not hot enough. Not enough to scratch that itch.

"I- I didn't do it on purpose," San moaned into his hands. "I wanted to cherish you but now... You are breathtaking from head to toe, how will I return to normal?" The seraph yelped, wings jerking with his pleasure. His hands flew into Seonghwa's hair when he sunk deeper, taking as much as he could. He choked, but it made everything better and his eyes rolled back when San's throbbing, pulsing weight on his tongue stopped resisting.

Seonghwa flinched when the first spurt hit his throat. He had to pull back to swallow, but left San's tip in his mouth, drinking that honey off him like ambrosia. His fingers maddeningly pressed into him, slick with some slick he never knew he could produce, but that now aided his situation as milk appeared for babes.

San had been pent up. He came lots, and he came healthily. As Seonghwa gulped down everything he had to give, the sensuality of his debauchery tumbled him from the skies of pleasure. He came untouched, hips stuttering when silver dripped into the sheets below. All throughout, he moaned obscenely and licked around San. He was still half hard and his hot shaft seemed just about perfect to sink down on.

San squawked into his fingers when Seonghwa's lips pulled off and remnants of his come clung to the corners. The elf panted, hair awry and eyes glassy from lust. When San made to clean him up, Seonghwa pushed him back down with an authoritative hand. Putty under his arched fingers, the mighty warrior sprawled out.

"I'm not done with you," Seonghwa muttered as he straddled San's lap. The grinding of his naked body against his crotch quickly roused San again. His fingers were trapped between terror and awe as they skimmed Seonghwa's sides and thighs, as if afraid to wake up from this dream and experience his wrath.

Seonghwa balanced his flat palm on San's chest when he reached behind him to align them. Hard muscles rippled under his palm and San's lips were parted in breathless anticipation. When the tip breached into the elf's body, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

Since he was so eager, Seonghwa went a bit too fast and it stung, but he slowed right away. It took them a moment, but soon, he sat flush to San's hips. Euphoria filled him together with the angel's heat and at the thought of their connection. This was what he had wanted.

"Shh, wait just a moment," Seonghwa soothed him when he noticed San's trembling. The man's every muscle tensed in his effort to hold back, and Seonghwa raked his fingers down the ridges of his abs and up his sculpted chest. He was fully hard again and throbbed in tandem with San, so desperate to be taken apart by the gentle angel.

Seonghwa tested his body when he felt he was ready. He tugged off slowly and sunk back down, coming into a comfortable grind that ingrained San's shape into his body and made space for him to move. Seonghwa could feel every bit of him all the way into his stomach and he pressed deeper with a shudder that went all the way to curl in his toes.

"You're beautiful," San whispered. In awe, he watched Seonghwa's body move sensually on top, foreign to their game but not to the melody of their hearts. They became one, those two lights, and beat in tandem to show them the way.

"You too," Seonghwa replied. His eyes clenched shut when he dropped another time. The moans in his throat were so pleased he almost purred like a cat. San felt just right inside him.

San's fingers clenched into Seonghwa's hips, helping him rise and fall. His chest heaved and sweat shimmered on his neck as they desperately ground into each other, nowhere near satisfied with just one orgasm.

But as Seonghwa lost control and got them into this situation, San got overwhelmed by the throes of passion. As if a mischievous pixie had enchanted the two of them to yearn for each other, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"My peerless paramour... Forgive me," San rasped. His eyes were darker than before, but Seonghwa couldn't place the look when he slowed. In case San needed him to stop, he would reel himself in.

"What for?"

San grasped onto his corseted hips and his wings cast a halo around them when he threw Seonghwa down on the bed. He slipped out in the progress and equal groans of mourning joined their heated corner. The elf landed with a surprised sound, cushioned by the royal pillows. His hair unravelled, spilling like a night sky over his pale body.

San's wings juddered when they found freedom after being trapped below him for so long. About to apologise, Seonghwa opened his mouth to end in a sharp cry when San packed him by the hips and rammed deep inside all at once.

Seonghwa's come splattered over his chin from the violence of his sudden orgasm and he shook and trembled, drool slipping from his lips as pleasure wrung his sanity from his grip.

San stared down at him, at the beauty of the debauched elf with wild hair and lust-filled eyes. He throbbed inside; he wanted to possess him so badly.

A moment later, San bent him in half when he surged in to kiss Seonghwa. Their tongues tangled messily, sharing the taste of each other. Seonghwa moaned when San slammed his hips into him. No gentleness, no chivalry. San's demanding touches were exactly what Seonghwa needed.

"So good," Seonghwa rasped, thrashing in the sheets but unwilling to part even as his entire body tingled with sensitivity. "More, give me more-"

San jerked his hips into his every thrust, spearing Seonghwa as deep as possible until his stomach bulged and his eyes rolled back. Every slap of skin on skin was obscene, but their lovemaking followed neither grace nor manners.

With a growl on his lips, San angled deeper, seeking to bury himself so far he would become one with Seonghwa. The bed shook as he slammed into him, slippery from their mixing fluids. Their hands left marks on each other, scratches on San's tan shoulders, and red imprints on Seonghwa's hips and thighs.

A melody rang in the air, a melody that came from Seonghwa's singing blood that went wild in his pleasure. He unravelled everywhere, hot all over, tingling all over, with San's name on his lips, his blood, his skin.

San bit Seonghwa's lip, hands fisting into the pillows by his sides. His hips jerked, burrowing as far as they could go as his instincts took him over. Seonghwa yelled coarsely, feeling too good, knowing only San's hardness and nothing else. Quivering hands clutched to his wings, sunk into soft feathers and held onto them as a dry orgasm wracked through him at the same time San stilled deep inside.

San choked on his own spit, but he didn't stop to think if this was fine. He rocked into Seonghwa, pushing his come deeper as if he wanted to impregnate him; as if he could leave a permanent trace.

Drool and tears of pleasure clung to Seonghwa's face. With open lips, he took everything San had to give, clutching him tightly even after he got spread apart so obscenely.

When their twitching, erratic bodies finally slowed, both of them gasped for breath.

Seonghwa's hips ached, badly so, and he hissed when a cramp twitched up his leg. San slumped onto him when the elf stretched out and they breathed each other's air. Tired wings fanned all over the bed.

"Oh, heavens," San brought out first. He pushed himself up to look at Seonghwa, at the bliss of his glow, the heat on his limbs. San ignited him like a fire in the night.

"You can't go home in this state. Let me run you a bath. I will notify my uncle that we stay another day." He crawled from the bed and prepared the water before he lifted Seonghwa's shambles to carry them inside. He kissed his forehead and washed his hair, and his hands shook again.

Seonghwa rested against him, exhausted and robbed of all ability to form words. As San tended to him, like always, his body tingled in the best way.