Smut chapter!

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They kissed for what felt like hours. With the minutes passing, Sǫndúlfr calmed from his episode of panic. Wooyoung massaged his fingertips into the tense knots in the man's shoulders that gradually unravelled. Soft fur tickled his palms as Wooyoung kissed Sǫndúlfr with everything he had.

The taste of tears still clung to their lips, but it ebbed away. Sǫndúlfr never held Wooyoung too possessively. His firm hands spanned Wooyoung's waist in a stubborn hold, but they didn't dig into his skin and they also didn't wander. For a while, nothing but their passionate kisses in the cosy hut counted. Through the warmth of Sǫndúlfr's plush lips on his, Wooyoung felt the fire crackling behind him as it warmed his back, and the wind outside tugging and dragging on the roof. All cold that snuck inside through the wooden beams got repelled by the flames.

Wooyoung had closed his eyes to fall fully into the feeling of Sǫndúlfr's lips on his. They were just as talented kissers as he remembered them being in Rome. In his blurry memory, the movements of Sandalius' lips had nearly driven him crazy with how they made his toes curl.

Today was no different. Sǫndúlfr kissed him to remember and to find closure in hours of confusion for both of them. And yet, the drag of his tongue against Wooyoung's was so delicious that Wooyoung's thighs clenched and unclenched where they were spread around the man's hips.

For a long time, Sǫndúlfr didn't advance their session any further. As long as his dread still poured out of him, he entertained Wooyoung with kisses, but he wasn't able yet to initiate anything more. Wooyoung didn't push him. While they kissed, he was just as busy reorganising the information in his mind. The knowledge about this immortal and how the implications of eternal life had made him suffer had barged into Wooyoung's mind like a flood. In the time he spent just sitting on this gorgeous man's lap while their tingling lips dragged over each other languidly, he stored as much of it away as he could.

But oh, Wooyoung had a long day. From arriving, to nearly drowning in the frozen sea, to getting pronounced a sacrifice to the gods, to meeting an immortal. Wooyoung needed the relaxation their kisses brought just as much as Sǫndúlfr.

Wooyoung's fingers that carded through Sǫndúlfr's hair got stuck in little braids every so often. As he explored their texture with his fingertips, he decided he liked the long hair on the other man. It wrapped around his fingers lovingly.

With how detached and pleasantly warmed both in his body and in his heart Wooyoung was, he probably would have fallen asleep while kissing the other man had Sǫndúlfr not moved. The inaudible gasp that tumbled out of Wooyoung's swollen lips as soon as they got released for the first time in a long while sounded loud in the hut. As he blinked his sleepy eyes open, he found two crossed swords hung up on the wall above the bed in the corner. Sǫndúlfr's hair tickled his chin as the man kissed along Wooyoung's throat. The little marks he sucked into Wooyoung's skin left enticing shivers in their wake.

Compared to Sandalius' drunken fervour, Sǫndúlfr took his time to explore Wooyoung anew. One hand balanced his back as he dipped him further back so he could kiss over his collarbone and chest. When his teeth caught onto a hardened nipple, Wooyoung arched into him with a whimper. A warm tongue soothed all of his worries. As Wooyoung melted into the feeling, Sǫndúlfr slipped his second hand lower to tug off the blanket that had remained bunched around Wooyoung's waist. Since Wooyoung raised his bottom to help him, Sǫndúlfr pressed an appreciative kiss to his chest.

"You're beautiful. So sensitive," Sǫndúlfr muttered against Wooyoung's skin. The historian blushed furiously at the compliment. He nagged his heart for its gleeful jump. He barely knew Sǫndúlfr. Seungyoun would kick Wooyoung if he knew about this.

Wooyoung licked his parched lips. As if his body knew nobody but this immortal, it reacted to his every touch. He jumped and shuddered under the most teasing brushes against his skin.

"What did we do back then? In Rome?" When Sǫndúlfr raised his eyes to look at Wooyoung, Wooyoung stared back with a lidded gaze. His body sunk into the sensation of Sǫndúlfr's hand, feeling him up. It squeezed his behind, trailed over the insides of his thighs and lastly wrapped around his half-hard length to tug on it gently. Wooyoung rocked into the touch as he tried to remember where it all began.

"We met the second time there, even if I brushed your familiar looks off as a trick of my brain. You fed me wine with your lips. Delicious, fruity wine." Wooyoung made eye contact as he ground against the bulge in Sǫndúlfr's pants. The man responded to that by massaging Wooyoung's balls and the sensitive spot behind them that made him jerk. The press of Sǫndúlfr's finger pads against his entrance had Wooyoung hum.

"I put my mouth on you while you prepared me. We were both so damn drunk and sleepy from the opium, but you took care of my body so well."

Now that he knew the man had lived over a thousand years, it made sense. Countless bodies must have passed him, and countless people had become a practice for him to become such a well-versed lover.

Sǫndúlfr's eyes lingered on Wooyoung's lips as he imagined. Wooyoung didn't stop speaking, not even when Sǫndúlfr picked him up for a moment so he could reach for the jar of oil nearby the cooking place. It was probably not the same slippery olive oil he had used in Rome and rather animal fat, but Wooyoung didn't mind. His golden rule was that as long as it could be eaten, it wouldn't harm his genitals. People were never stupid concerning sex, no matter what age he moved in.

"When I was ready, you picked me up and bent me over against a pillar. And then you messed up my insides until I had to throw up."

Sǫndúlfr grimaced at the unsexy imagination, but a grin broke out on his lips right after.

"I apologise for that."

"Don't, I loved it," Wooyoung replied. When a wet finger prodded at his entrance, he sunk onto it willingly.

"I'm surprised I took you against a pillar. Ever since earlier, I imagined pressing you against the wall. I bet you would look gorgeous aching against it."

Snickering, Wooyoung rocked against his hand. He believed to see recognition about the ease of his body in Sǫndúlfr's eyes. Seeking more, Wooyoung pressed against him.

"Seems like you still share the same sentiment as back then. I don't mind recreating the setting to help you remember." Wooyoung's breath hitched in the middle of his sentence when Sǫndúlfr nudged his prostate. The Viking kissed Wooyoung's chin, either as an apology or praise.

"No, I want to see something new about you. I want to remember you. For when we meet again." The hope that carried in his voice squeezed Wooyoung's heart with an iron fist. His Adam's apple bobbed when he kissed the pain off Sǫndúlfr's lips once more.

He knew that for all that was going on, their setting was too intimate. They were too close already, his heart already too invested. Sǫndúlfr had swept him off his feet in an instant and Wooyoung was too weak to resist him. His intrigue with the person Sǫndúlfr was made him forget all sense and purpose.

Their lips parted around a moan. Wooyoung had dipped his hands beyond Sǫndúlfr's waistband to free his arousal from the confinements of his pants. Heavy and throbbing, it laid in Wooyoung's palm.

"Then let me do this first," Wooyoung whispered. His fingers dipped in the jar at their side to slick up Sǫndúlfr's length. The Viking watched Wooyoung in the dancing shadows that the fire cast over their features. Secure, his hands held onto Wooyoung's waist when he rose his hips to align them with Sǫndúlfr's erection.

When Wooyoung sank down, he bit his lip to keep his noises at bay. His brows pulled together and his fingernails left crescent-shaped indents on Sǫndúlfr's shoulders. They moaned together once he settled down and their voices mixed in the warm air.

For a moment, Wooyoung clung to Sǫndúlfr's frame and regulated his breathing. The hands trailing over his sides and hips soothed his shivers that didn't come from the room temperature. It hadn't been so long since he had last felt this man inside of him, but his body pleasantly clamped down on him as if greeting a friend it had missed for years.

Wooyoung threw his sweaty hair back to look at his partner. Outside, the wind howled in the trees.

"Beautiful," Sǫndúlfr muttered once more as his fingers caressed Wooyoung's cheek. Wooyoung leaned into the touch as he carefully rolled his hips to try out the feeling inside. He couldn't tell anymore which part of the molten heat inside him was him and what was Sǫndúlfr.

"I met you with a lot of names. Suusaandar, Sandalius, Sǫndúlfr..."

Sǫndúlfr nuzzled along Wooyoung's chin to tug on his earlobe with careful teeth. Wooyoung sighed when the man's tongue traced the shell of his ear.

"I was forced to adjust to life, yes. Many identities have passed me." The soft drawl of his voice against Wooyoung's ear had him clamp his legs around the man's waist. In response, Sǫndúlfr thrust up into him faintly. The rush of pleasure had Wooyoung gasp.

"Then, do you have a name that stands the test of time? Your birth name, perhaps? I want a name to call you by that you remember next time we meet."

Sǫndúlfr wrapped an arm around Wooyoung's waist to turn them around. Soft, Wooyoung's back and head connected to the warm fur they knelt on. His legs wrapped around Sǫndúlfr's waist naturally and the man took off the fur coat on his shoulders before he leaned back over Wooyoung. His first experimental push into Wooyoung had him grunt. Wooyoung's hands dug into the carpet underneath him to ground him. The fur tangled with his fingers.

"In that case, call me San."

"San," Wooyoung tested it on his lips. It was easy and pretty.

San rewarded him with a delicious grind deep into him. Just as he drew back his hips to plunge back into Wooyoung's willing body, however, he stilled with an incredulous laugh.

"Did this... Happen before? I remember your voice saying my name."

Awed, Wooyoung looked up at him.

"I'm not sure myself. Maybe by accident. Is your memory that good?"

San smirked at him with a prideful glint in his eyes.

"I learned to adjust after a few centuries, yes. Most sicknesses that come of age to mess with the memories of regular people don't apply to me."

Right, how could Wooyoung forget? This healthy, handsome man above him was so many times more his age. And yet he lived on as if Babylon had fallen just yesterday.

Wooyoung wiped his mind blank of those thoughts as his legs urged San to move again.

"I will moan your name a lot, then. So you can remember it for a long time."

Agreeing, San slammed into him. The hot pleasure in their veins mixed when their bodies finally fell into a rhythm they had established so long ago. They pushed and pulled on each other until ecstasy swept over them and swallowed both of them up to lock them away at the bottom of the sea they drowned in. All night, they clung to each other, soothed San's pain whenever tears clouded his eyes again, and then delved into pleasure again until neither of them knew who they were anymore.

By the time the fire simmered low and just the last orange veined coal crumbled apart in the fireplace, the light of day already teased on the other side of the windows. Wooyoung laid in San's arm, protectively held against the man's chest as their breath moved in tandem. Sweaty bodies shared the warmth between them as San already slumbered deeply behind Wooyoung. Tired, the historian blinked his burning eyes at the rest of the fire.

His mind was void of any concerns and worries. The only thing he knew was how soft San's breath against the back of his head was, and how tender and full his heart beat in his chest.

They fell asleep together there just a while before San's wife would come back in to throw a blanket over their intertwined bodies and revive the fire so they wouldn't freeze in the heart of the snowstorm outside.