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questingly) wrote2017-09-17 09:24 am
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The slide of silk against his bare skin felt good after so many weeks of plain spun cloth, and Jaehwan revelled in it, tugged it up his arms and then let it slide back down, soft and smooth. It was all he wore over a simple pair of pants, and even that felt like too much now. Weeks. It had been weeks.
"What a pleasant surprise." Sanghyuk, his lord and master glanced up as Jaehwan walked into the room.
Jaehwan snorted. "Like you didn't hear me come in," he said. He went straight to Sanghyuk, plucking the book he'd been reading out of his hands and climbed onto Sanghyuk's lap, wedging his back against the table.
"You could've just come to get something," Sanghyuk said.
God, he smelled so good. Jaehwan's heartbeat was quickening; they'd been interrupted so abruptly, and all Jaehwan wanted to do was bury his face against Sanghyuk again.
"Hm, liar," Jaehwan said. He tipped Sanghyuk's head back and kissed him—far bolder than Jaehwan ever had a right to be. But Sanghyuk had nothing but pleasure in Jaehwan's small moans as he sucked at his lord's lips, tugging at them with his teeth until Sanghyuk tangled his fingers in Jaehwan's hair and pulled him even closer.
"Did," Sanghyuk murmured, suckling at Jaehwan's lower lip, "you incur the displeasure of our Lord Emperor, mm?" Sanghyuk's words passed between the space between their lips, or the non-space, as they kissed in soft gentle motions.
Jaehwan huffed, swiping his tongue against Sanghyuk's lips before pulling back, his nose scrunched in an exaggerated pout. "It seems like your lord would rather not be forced to entertain himself without you," Jaehwan recited, in a haughty mimicry of the Emperor. "So here I am."
"Ah, how kind of him," Sanghyuk said, grinning. "I thought my dick would fall off if you didn't come back soon from lack of use."
"How crude," Jaehwan gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. "Why, my Lord, does the palace not provide its share of delights?"
"Mm, none like you," Sanghyuk said. His smile was bright and childish at entire odds with his words, and Jaehwan tucked his chin down, unable to help his own fond smile.
"Thank you for coming for me earlier," Jaehwan said softly. He met Sanghyuk's eyes, and felt heat well up in his own. Jaehwan wrapped his arms about Sanghyuk's neck and pulled him into a kiss; he could feel his eyes reddening. Ugh, he was being such a sap. Jaehwan sighed into Sanghyuk's mouth, before he pulled away so he could bury his face against Sanghyuk's shoulder, breathing him in deeply.
"Did you really miss me that much?" Sanghyuk asked. Amusement played in his tone, but his hand against Jaehwan's head was nothing but gentle. "You could've sent for me at any time, I would've come."
"Couldn't," Jaehwan muttered into Sanghyuk's shoulder.
"Why not?" Sanghyuk asked quizzically.
Jaehwan hesitated—in some ways, Sanghyuk was right. Why not? A sense of duty? To the Emperor, to the Emperor's cousin—or to himself. Jaehwan let it all out in a shaky half laugh. "Doesn't matter," he said.
He lifted his head from Sanghyuk's shoulder, only to immediately kiss him. Sanghyuk let out a small sound of surprise, and then he melted under Jaehwan's touches. Jaehwan felt warm all over, especially as Sanghyuk's hands slipped under his robe, slid over his bare skin. If he'd thought the feel of silk had felt good, it was nothing compared to Sanghyuk's touch, his tongue in his mouth, teasing gently against his own. Jaehwan leaned forward into Sanghyuk's touch, let out a pleased sigh into Sanghyuk's mouth, Sanghyuk's hands roaming against his chest, sliding about to rest low on his back. His hands roamed lower, until they teased at the waistband of Jaehwan's pants.
"What's this?" Sanghyuk murmured into Jaehwan's mouth. "Pants? You?"
Jaehwan sat up and huffed. "I am a decent person," he said primly.
Sanghyuk burst out laughing. "Decent?"
"Very decent," Jaehwan said—and wrapped his fingers loosely about Sanghyuk's wrist, guiding his hand down his chest until Sanghyuk was teasing his fingers under the waistband of Jaehwan's pants. He hummed low in his throat as Sanghyuk tugged his pants down past his hips, and then shifted Jaehwan about on his lap until he could pull them past his thighs, his knees, and then Jaehwan kicked them off the rest of the way.
"Much better," Jaehwan said. Sanghyuk laughed, delighted and pleased and sometimes, Jaehwan was struck by how young Sanghyuk was—but only in private. Only with Jaehwan.
"You took the words from me," Sanghyuk said. He placed his hands on Jaehwan's bare thighs, sliding them up tantalisingly slow, pausing just as his thumbs brushed against the most sensitive part of his inner thighs. Jaehwan whined, tried to push forward into Sanghyuk's touch, but Sanghyuk gripped his legs and held him in place.
"Sanghyuk," Jaehwan whined.
"Someone's bold," Sanghyuk said. He caught Jaehwan's lip in a quick kiss, and before Jaehwan could do much more than squeak and wrap his arms instinctively about Sanghyuk's neck, Sanghyuk stood up, taking Jaehwan with him.
"Put me down you ruffian," Jaehwan squeaked.
"When I want to," Sanghyuk said, perfectly unruffled. Jaehwan huffed indignantly and then rested his chin against Sanghyuk's shoulder, breathing in his scent. Sanghyuk's hands were big and strong under Jaehwan's thighs, and Jaehwan resisted the urge to rut up against Sanghyuk, to rub his bare cock all over Sanghyuk's clothes. Sanghyuk would not be pleased.
For all of Jaehwan's words, he would've been perfectly content if Sanghyuk carried him like that forever—the bed wasn't so far away, unfortunately, and Jaehwan found himself deposited onto it far too soon.
"I have something I think you'll like," Sanghyuk said. He was grinning, the sort of grin that (sometimes) spelled trouble (sometimes of the rather enjoyable kind).
"What treasures is my Lord going to bestow on me today?" Jaehwan asked. He'd rolled over onto his side, propped up on an elbow as Sanghyuk went to a cabinet. Jaehwan's mouth went a little dry when Sanghyuk pushed at a wooden panel that was not a door, only to have it open. It only went drier when he saw what Sanghyuk was holding, in addition to a crock of oil.
"Not as magnificent as yours," Jaehwan said, although he couldn't take his eyes off of the metal replica of a cock. Despite what Jaehwan had said, it probably wasn't much smaller than Sanghyuk's cock. And was metal.
"Nothing will ever match up to me," Sanghyuk said. He dipped down to catch Jaehwan into a quick kiss, pushing him onto his back again.
"You better fuck me properly after you fuck me with it," Jaehwan said, words murmured into Sanghyuk's mouth, his own eyes half closed.
"Who said I'm going to fuck you with it?" Sanghyuk asked. Jaehwan froze, processing Sanghyuk's words.
"Me?" Jaehwan yelped. Sanghyuk sat up and was laughing.
"Who else?"
"But I've missed your cock so much," Jaehwan said, and Sanghyuk couldn't pretend the filthy words coming out of Jaehwan's plush lips weren't turning him on. He couldn't have imagined this would be what it was like, when he'd taken Jaehwan as a concubine—this, however, was far better than anything he could've imagined.
"Don't worry, you'll have it," Sanghyuk said.
Jaehwan let out a pleased sound, tugging Sanghyuk down to kiss him again, his fingers working at the fasteners of his robe, the ties of his belt. It didn't take long to bare Sanghyuk's chest—Jaehwan was practiced at this.
It was a sign of how needy he was that he pushed his hand past the waistband of Sanghyuk's pants without waiting for permission, brushing against Sanghyuk's hardening cock.
"Who said you could do that?" Sanghyuk asked, catching Jaehwan's wrist in his hand. He was breathing a little harder, his cheeks pink, and he was gripping Jaehwan hard enough to bruise. Jaehwan secretly liked it—perhaps not so much of a secret to Sanghyuk as he thought.
"Me," Jaehwan said. With his free hand, he undid Sanghyuk's pants and with a strength that belied his slim frame, Jaehwan had pushed Sanghyuk off of him. Sanghyuk let him, watching amused as Jaehwan tugged Sanghyuk to the edge of the bed, Jaehwan settling on his knees by the side.
"Please?" he asked. His lashes curtained his eyes as he looked up at Sanghyuk, and his lips were wet, plush, pink. Jaehwan put his hands on Sanghyuk's knees, the sleeves of his robe sliding down his arms and catching on his elbows, and it felt so good that Jaehwan let out a pleased sigh at that alone. How he'd missed all of this.
"Should I have you beg?" Sanghyuk asked.
"Let me suck your cock and then I'll fuck myself open for you," Jaehwan said. He nodded at the toy lying momentarily forgotten on the bed, biting at his lip as he turned back to Sanghyuk. Sanghyuk visibly swallowed, and Jaehwan took that as enough of a yes to lean forward. He spent half a second just breathing in the familiar musky scent before catching the head of Sanghyuk's cock in his mouth.
Sanghyuk sucked in a quick breath, one hand coming to clutch at Jaehwan's wrist, the other placed gently at the back of his head.
"Who—Who said you—shit—could do that?" Sanghyuk barely managed through heavy breaths. If it had been weeks for Jaehwan, it had been weeks for Sanghyuk as well, and from the first moment, the wet heat of Jaehwan's mouth was enough to make him come. It was with real effort that he didn't, that he swallowed, held everything back as Jaehwan teased his tongue against the slit, lapping up the precome as he suckled at the head of his cock. Jaehewan didn't spare breath to answer Sanghyuk—not verbally. The way he took Sanghyuk in all the way was answer enough.
Sanghyuk moaned, low and long, his entire length disappearing into Jaehwan's mouth. Jaehwan tried to breathe in deeply through his nose before he gave up, just hummed about Sanghyuk's cock, fighting back the urge to gag. Sanghyuk was big in every way, and Jaehwan loved it. Never thought he'd been the type before this whole concubinage thing, but a few months in and Jaehwan wanted nothing less than Sanghyuk. It was a good thing that he was bound only to Sanghyuk.
Jaehwan swallowed about Sanghyuk, cherishing the sensation of having Sanghyuk's cock in his throat just as much as he did Sanghyuk's low moans. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin in a filthy way. Sanghyuk's hand was firm on the back of his head now, and Jaehwan couldn't pull back—he let his teeth just scrape against Sanghyuk's cock, teasing in the touch.
"Jaehwan—"
Jaehwan hummed, eyes closed, shivering under Sanghyuk's touch as Sanghyuk's hand found its way past the collar of Jaehwan's robes, down his back and the curve of his spine. His fingers traced over where a flower was etched into Jaehwan's skin, both knowing it even though his touch was blind and Jaehwan's face was buried in Sanghyuk's crotch, tongue licking stripes up the bottom of Sanghyuk's cock. Sanghyuk's hand was firm, callouses rough, a contrast to the slide of the silk robe. The robe was slipping off his shoulders much like his clothes had been pushed partway to his waist earlier in the evening, his upper back exposed to air. Jaehwan breathed in deeply, taking a moment to simply savour the sensations—Sanghyuk's cock in his mouth, the slide of precome in his throat, the smell of Sanghyuk, Sanghyuk's touch against his head, his neck, his back, all set against the slide of silk that marked Jaehwan's new place in this world. A reminder of his new place. It was good. It felt like home.
He swallowed again, and Sanghyuk moaned loudly, pads of his fingers digging against Jaehwan's back. Sanghyuk's hand had slid down to Jaehwan's neck—Jaehwan pulled back just the slightest, Sanghyuk hissing as cold air hit skin wet with Jaehwan's spit. It didn't last long, not when it was interrupted by a sharp gasp as Jaehwan sucked hard at only the head of Sanghyuk's cock, and again, and again, leaving Sanghyuk to buck forward uselessly into Jaehwan's mouth because he'd pulled off entirely.
"Fuck, Jaehwan—"
"Patience, Master," Jaehwan murmured, and the words brushed against Sanghyuk's balls. He licked a stripe up one and then the other, laughing a little at Sanghyuk's bitten back curses—and then bit that laughter back with a whine when Sanghyuk tangled his hands in Jaehwan's hair and wrenched him back.
"That's—mmff!" Sanghyuk's cock shoved between his lips cut Jaehwan off. Jaehwan rolled his eyes desperately, trying to pull back, but Sanghyuk's grip was like a vice, shoving Jaehwan down onto his cock. There were tears in Jaehwan's eyes at the abruptness. He breathed in through his mouth—tried, choked, swallowed about Sanghyuk's cock and Sanghyuk moaned in the way that Jaehwan would dream of. He gave another cursory try at pulling back, and was rewarded by Sanghyuk shoving him down again until his cock hit the back of Jaehwan's throat.
His robes hung off his elbows, slid halfway down his back, Jaehwan gripping at Sanghyuk's thighs as he lapped at the base of Sanghyuk's cock. Wondering if he could swallow more of Sanghyuk, could get his mouth around Sanghyuk's balls with Sanghyuk's cock still in his mouth.
Jaehwan would have been more than happy to have Sanghyuk come like this, spilling down his throat, Jaehwan swallowing every bit of his lord's come. Sanghyuk had promised him his cock though—Jaehwan grabbed Sanghyuk's the arm, the one that was holding him down, giving it a hard yank so Jaehwan could pull off Sanghyuk. His lips slid down his length, a wet sound mixing with heavy breaths as he released Sanghyuk's cock. It was glistening with Jaehwan's spit, hard and swollen and curving up to Sanghyuk's bare stomach. Jaehwan spent a moment to admire his handiwork, before smiling up at Sanghyuk. There was spit on his chin, and Jaehwan wiped at it with the back of his hand.
"You'll have to wait to come down my throat another time," Jaehwan said, shrugging his robe back over his shoulders. His voice was rough, hoarse, his throat a little scratchy and he wrinkled his nose at it. "I am looking forward to it, but you have other plans for tonight, don't you?"
"Do you ever shut up," Sanghyuk groaned.
"Only when your cock's in my mouth," Jaehwan said, far too cheerful for the situation. "But since I want your cock in my ass I guess—mmpfh?"
"Suck on this," Sanghyuk said, shoving the toy into Jaehwan's mouth. It was cold metal and tears sprung to Jaehwan's eyes at how unexpected it was—Sanghyuk had pushed it in hard enough that it had hit the back of his throat and nearly made him gag.
It was cold and Jaehwan whimpered, eyes shutting involuntarily. He could feel tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Jaehwan sucked at it obediently, swallowed about it, tasted the tang of metal as he wrapped his lips about it. After Sanghyuk's cock, it didn't feel big enough.
"This works too I guess," Sanghyuk said. Jaehwan opened his eyes to look up at his master who'd taken on a rather contemplative expression, one that melted into a leer as he met Jaehwan's eyes.
"We had an agreement," Sanghyuk said.
"We did not," Jaehwan said indignantly, pulling away much like he'd pulled off Sanghyuk's cock earlier. He swallowed, instinct, trying to ease the ache at the back of his throat even though he knew it wouldn't make it any better. Sanghyuk's eyes followed the motion, and Jaehwan's lips curled in a smirk of his own.
"I didn't agree to anything, but I will oblige my master," Jaehwan said.
"Oblige me?" Sanghyuk quirked an eyebrow. "Very well, I'll allow you to oblige me."
Jaehwan blinked, once, enough to showcase his utter confusion, suddenly childish and lost. "What am I obliging?" he asked.
Sanghyuk snorted. "You said you'd fuck yourself," he said. He held the toy out to Jaehwan, and Jaehwan's eyes opened wide as he took it from him.
"It's...big," Jaehwan said, eyeing it. In the next moment, his lips had twisted in a leer and he looked up at Sanghyuk coyly through his lashes. "Still nothing like you."
"Good to know," Sanghyuk said, amusement on his own lips. "Go on, oblige me."
Jaehwan huffed and climbed onto the bed, wincing a little at the tenseness in his legs. He lay down, legs loosely spread. He knew his robes had fallen open, the ties loose, his stomach and chest revealed. Sanghyuk placed his hand on his stomach, ran it up to his chest.
"Still wearing this?" Sanghyuk murmured.
"I like it, it feels good," Jaehwan said. He pouted a little and Sanghyuk laughed, giving Jaehwan's nipple a tweak before he settled back. Jaehwan's yelp of surprise quickly settled into a low moan, his lips parting, his tongue between them. A sort of smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Sanghyuk visibly swallowed.
Jaehwan lay there a moment longer as he considered how best to do this, before flipping onto his knees and elbows—he had a nice ass and he knew it and Sanghyuk knew it. Bit awkward, reaching behind him like this, but it gave Sanghyuk the best view as Jaehwan slowly pushed oiled fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Jaehwan gasped at his own touch, heart thudding in his chest, instinctively clenching about the tips of his fingers.
"Need help?" Sanghyuk asked, but his words were hoarse and breathy.
Jaehwan shook his head, gasped when one of Sanghyuk's hands pressed against the small of Jaehwan's back.
"Hands off," Jaehwan grumbled, but Sanghyuk was dragging a line down Jaehewan's spine with his thumb. Shivers ran across Jaehwan's skin as Sanghyuk's thumb came to rest just below Jaehwan's tail bone, going no further.
"Sure you don't want help?" Sanghyuk said. He bent down, let those words ghost past where his hand had been. "Seems like you're stuck."
Jaehwan bit hard on his lip, resisting the urge to curse Sanghyuk out—his lord and master might be lenient and easily amused, but there were probably lines that shouldn't be crossed. But he could respond in another way. He took a deep breath, and on the exhale, let his body fall loose, limp, his core steady like he'd been taught—in very different circumstances. But if it meant he could push both fingers into his ass, Jaehwan doubted it mattered that he'd learned it for very different purposes. Sanghyuk inhaled audibly and Jaehwan's lips curled into a grin, hidden.
It'd been a while and Jaehwan was tight around himself, so so tight, his breath caught in his own throat. Sanghyuk's hand was still resting splayed against Jaehwan's waist, although he was pressing down harder, as if Jaehwan needed to be held down. Jaehwan grounded himself in it, pressing his back into that touch. His own cock was growing heavy, full, and Jaehwan lost himself in that heat as well, letting it fill him and flush him from the inside as he curled his fingers, pressing them against the inside of his walls. He gasped helplessly, breath catching again and again.
"What a pleasant surprise." Sanghyuk, his lord and master glanced up as Jaehwan walked into the room.
Jaehwan snorted. "Like you didn't hear me come in," he said. He went straight to Sanghyuk, plucking the book he'd been reading out of his hands and climbed onto Sanghyuk's lap, wedging his back against the table.
"You could've just come to get something," Sanghyuk said.
God, he smelled so good. Jaehwan's heartbeat was quickening; they'd been interrupted so abruptly, and all Jaehwan wanted to do was bury his face against Sanghyuk again.
"Hm, liar," Jaehwan said. He tipped Sanghyuk's head back and kissed him—far bolder than Jaehwan ever had a right to be. But Sanghyuk had nothing but pleasure in Jaehwan's small moans as he sucked at his lord's lips, tugging at them with his teeth until Sanghyuk tangled his fingers in Jaehwan's hair and pulled him even closer.
"Did," Sanghyuk murmured, suckling at Jaehwan's lower lip, "you incur the displeasure of our Lord Emperor, mm?" Sanghyuk's words passed between the space between their lips, or the non-space, as they kissed in soft gentle motions.
Jaehwan huffed, swiping his tongue against Sanghyuk's lips before pulling back, his nose scrunched in an exaggerated pout. "It seems like your lord would rather not be forced to entertain himself without you," Jaehwan recited, in a haughty mimicry of the Emperor. "So here I am."
"Ah, how kind of him," Sanghyuk said, grinning. "I thought my dick would fall off if you didn't come back soon from lack of use."
"How crude," Jaehwan gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. "Why, my Lord, does the palace not provide its share of delights?"
"Mm, none like you," Sanghyuk said. His smile was bright and childish at entire odds with his words, and Jaehwan tucked his chin down, unable to help his own fond smile.
"Thank you for coming for me earlier," Jaehwan said softly. He met Sanghyuk's eyes, and felt heat well up in his own. Jaehwan wrapped his arms about Sanghyuk's neck and pulled him into a kiss; he could feel his eyes reddening. Ugh, he was being such a sap. Jaehwan sighed into Sanghyuk's mouth, before he pulled away so he could bury his face against Sanghyuk's shoulder, breathing him in deeply.
"Did you really miss me that much?" Sanghyuk asked. Amusement played in his tone, but his hand against Jaehwan's head was nothing but gentle. "You could've sent for me at any time, I would've come."
"Couldn't," Jaehwan muttered into Sanghyuk's shoulder.
"Why not?" Sanghyuk asked quizzically.
Jaehwan hesitated—in some ways, Sanghyuk was right. Why not? A sense of duty? To the Emperor, to the Emperor's cousin—or to himself. Jaehwan let it all out in a shaky half laugh. "Doesn't matter," he said.
He lifted his head from Sanghyuk's shoulder, only to immediately kiss him. Sanghyuk let out a small sound of surprise, and then he melted under Jaehwan's touches. Jaehwan felt warm all over, especially as Sanghyuk's hands slipped under his robe, slid over his bare skin. If he'd thought the feel of silk had felt good, it was nothing compared to Sanghyuk's touch, his tongue in his mouth, teasing gently against his own. Jaehwan leaned forward into Sanghyuk's touch, let out a pleased sigh into Sanghyuk's mouth, Sanghyuk's hands roaming against his chest, sliding about to rest low on his back. His hands roamed lower, until they teased at the waistband of Jaehwan's pants.
"What's this?" Sanghyuk murmured into Jaehwan's mouth. "Pants? You?"
Jaehwan sat up and huffed. "I am a decent person," he said primly.
Sanghyuk burst out laughing. "Decent?"
"Very decent," Jaehwan said—and wrapped his fingers loosely about Sanghyuk's wrist, guiding his hand down his chest until Sanghyuk was teasing his fingers under the waistband of Jaehwan's pants. He hummed low in his throat as Sanghyuk tugged his pants down past his hips, and then shifted Jaehwan about on his lap until he could pull them past his thighs, his knees, and then Jaehwan kicked them off the rest of the way.
"Much better," Jaehwan said. Sanghyuk laughed, delighted and pleased and sometimes, Jaehwan was struck by how young Sanghyuk was—but only in private. Only with Jaehwan.
"You took the words from me," Sanghyuk said. He placed his hands on Jaehwan's bare thighs, sliding them up tantalisingly slow, pausing just as his thumbs brushed against the most sensitive part of his inner thighs. Jaehwan whined, tried to push forward into Sanghyuk's touch, but Sanghyuk gripped his legs and held him in place.
"Sanghyuk," Jaehwan whined.
"Someone's bold," Sanghyuk said. He caught Jaehwan's lip in a quick kiss, and before Jaehwan could do much more than squeak and wrap his arms instinctively about Sanghyuk's neck, Sanghyuk stood up, taking Jaehwan with him.
"Put me down you ruffian," Jaehwan squeaked.
"When I want to," Sanghyuk said, perfectly unruffled. Jaehwan huffed indignantly and then rested his chin against Sanghyuk's shoulder, breathing in his scent. Sanghyuk's hands were big and strong under Jaehwan's thighs, and Jaehwan resisted the urge to rut up against Sanghyuk, to rub his bare cock all over Sanghyuk's clothes. Sanghyuk would not be pleased.
For all of Jaehwan's words, he would've been perfectly content if Sanghyuk carried him like that forever—the bed wasn't so far away, unfortunately, and Jaehwan found himself deposited onto it far too soon.
"I have something I think you'll like," Sanghyuk said. He was grinning, the sort of grin that (sometimes) spelled trouble (sometimes of the rather enjoyable kind).
"What treasures is my Lord going to bestow on me today?" Jaehwan asked. He'd rolled over onto his side, propped up on an elbow as Sanghyuk went to a cabinet. Jaehwan's mouth went a little dry when Sanghyuk pushed at a wooden panel that was not a door, only to have it open. It only went drier when he saw what Sanghyuk was holding, in addition to a crock of oil.
"Not as magnificent as yours," Jaehwan said, although he couldn't take his eyes off of the metal replica of a cock. Despite what Jaehwan had said, it probably wasn't much smaller than Sanghyuk's cock. And was metal.
"Nothing will ever match up to me," Sanghyuk said. He dipped down to catch Jaehwan into a quick kiss, pushing him onto his back again.
"You better fuck me properly after you fuck me with it," Jaehwan said, words murmured into Sanghyuk's mouth, his own eyes half closed.
"Who said I'm going to fuck you with it?" Sanghyuk asked. Jaehwan froze, processing Sanghyuk's words.
"Me?" Jaehwan yelped. Sanghyuk sat up and was laughing.
"Who else?"
"But I've missed your cock so much," Jaehwan said, and Sanghyuk couldn't pretend the filthy words coming out of Jaehwan's plush lips weren't turning him on. He couldn't have imagined this would be what it was like, when he'd taken Jaehwan as a concubine—this, however, was far better than anything he could've imagined.
"Don't worry, you'll have it," Sanghyuk said.
Jaehwan let out a pleased sound, tugging Sanghyuk down to kiss him again, his fingers working at the fasteners of his robe, the ties of his belt. It didn't take long to bare Sanghyuk's chest—Jaehwan was practiced at this.
It was a sign of how needy he was that he pushed his hand past the waistband of Sanghyuk's pants without waiting for permission, brushing against Sanghyuk's hardening cock.
"Who said you could do that?" Sanghyuk asked, catching Jaehwan's wrist in his hand. He was breathing a little harder, his cheeks pink, and he was gripping Jaehwan hard enough to bruise. Jaehwan secretly liked it—perhaps not so much of a secret to Sanghyuk as he thought.
"Me," Jaehwan said. With his free hand, he undid Sanghyuk's pants and with a strength that belied his slim frame, Jaehwan had pushed Sanghyuk off of him. Sanghyuk let him, watching amused as Jaehwan tugged Sanghyuk to the edge of the bed, Jaehwan settling on his knees by the side.
"Please?" he asked. His lashes curtained his eyes as he looked up at Sanghyuk, and his lips were wet, plush, pink. Jaehwan put his hands on Sanghyuk's knees, the sleeves of his robe sliding down his arms and catching on his elbows, and it felt so good that Jaehwan let out a pleased sigh at that alone. How he'd missed all of this.
"Should I have you beg?" Sanghyuk asked.
"Let me suck your cock and then I'll fuck myself open for you," Jaehwan said. He nodded at the toy lying momentarily forgotten on the bed, biting at his lip as he turned back to Sanghyuk. Sanghyuk visibly swallowed, and Jaehwan took that as enough of a yes to lean forward. He spent half a second just breathing in the familiar musky scent before catching the head of Sanghyuk's cock in his mouth.
Sanghyuk sucked in a quick breath, one hand coming to clutch at Jaehwan's wrist, the other placed gently at the back of his head.
"Who—Who said you—shit—could do that?" Sanghyuk barely managed through heavy breaths. If it had been weeks for Jaehwan, it had been weeks for Sanghyuk as well, and from the first moment, the wet heat of Jaehwan's mouth was enough to make him come. It was with real effort that he didn't, that he swallowed, held everything back as Jaehwan teased his tongue against the slit, lapping up the precome as he suckled at the head of his cock. Jaehewan didn't spare breath to answer Sanghyuk—not verbally. The way he took Sanghyuk in all the way was answer enough.
Sanghyuk moaned, low and long, his entire length disappearing into Jaehwan's mouth. Jaehwan tried to breathe in deeply through his nose before he gave up, just hummed about Sanghyuk's cock, fighting back the urge to gag. Sanghyuk was big in every way, and Jaehwan loved it. Never thought he'd been the type before this whole concubinage thing, but a few months in and Jaehwan wanted nothing less than Sanghyuk. It was a good thing that he was bound only to Sanghyuk.
Jaehwan swallowed about Sanghyuk, cherishing the sensation of having Sanghyuk's cock in his throat just as much as he did Sanghyuk's low moans. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin in a filthy way. Sanghyuk's hand was firm on the back of his head now, and Jaehwan couldn't pull back—he let his teeth just scrape against Sanghyuk's cock, teasing in the touch.
"Jaehwan—"
Jaehwan hummed, eyes closed, shivering under Sanghyuk's touch as Sanghyuk's hand found its way past the collar of Jaehwan's robes, down his back and the curve of his spine. His fingers traced over where a flower was etched into Jaehwan's skin, both knowing it even though his touch was blind and Jaehwan's face was buried in Sanghyuk's crotch, tongue licking stripes up the bottom of Sanghyuk's cock. Sanghyuk's hand was firm, callouses rough, a contrast to the slide of the silk robe. The robe was slipping off his shoulders much like his clothes had been pushed partway to his waist earlier in the evening, his upper back exposed to air. Jaehwan breathed in deeply, taking a moment to simply savour the sensations—Sanghyuk's cock in his mouth, the slide of precome in his throat, the smell of Sanghyuk, Sanghyuk's touch against his head, his neck, his back, all set against the slide of silk that marked Jaehwan's new place in this world. A reminder of his new place. It was good. It felt like home.
He swallowed again, and Sanghyuk moaned loudly, pads of his fingers digging against Jaehwan's back. Sanghyuk's hand had slid down to Jaehwan's neck—Jaehwan pulled back just the slightest, Sanghyuk hissing as cold air hit skin wet with Jaehwan's spit. It didn't last long, not when it was interrupted by a sharp gasp as Jaehwan sucked hard at only the head of Sanghyuk's cock, and again, and again, leaving Sanghyuk to buck forward uselessly into Jaehwan's mouth because he'd pulled off entirely.
"Fuck, Jaehwan—"
"Patience, Master," Jaehwan murmured, and the words brushed against Sanghyuk's balls. He licked a stripe up one and then the other, laughing a little at Sanghyuk's bitten back curses—and then bit that laughter back with a whine when Sanghyuk tangled his hands in Jaehwan's hair and wrenched him back.
"That's—mmff!" Sanghyuk's cock shoved between his lips cut Jaehwan off. Jaehwan rolled his eyes desperately, trying to pull back, but Sanghyuk's grip was like a vice, shoving Jaehwan down onto his cock. There were tears in Jaehwan's eyes at the abruptness. He breathed in through his mouth—tried, choked, swallowed about Sanghyuk's cock and Sanghyuk moaned in the way that Jaehwan would dream of. He gave another cursory try at pulling back, and was rewarded by Sanghyuk shoving him down again until his cock hit the back of Jaehwan's throat.
His robes hung off his elbows, slid halfway down his back, Jaehwan gripping at Sanghyuk's thighs as he lapped at the base of Sanghyuk's cock. Wondering if he could swallow more of Sanghyuk, could get his mouth around Sanghyuk's balls with Sanghyuk's cock still in his mouth.
Jaehwan would have been more than happy to have Sanghyuk come like this, spilling down his throat, Jaehwan swallowing every bit of his lord's come. Sanghyuk had promised him his cock though—Jaehwan grabbed Sanghyuk's the arm, the one that was holding him down, giving it a hard yank so Jaehwan could pull off Sanghyuk. His lips slid down his length, a wet sound mixing with heavy breaths as he released Sanghyuk's cock. It was glistening with Jaehwan's spit, hard and swollen and curving up to Sanghyuk's bare stomach. Jaehwan spent a moment to admire his handiwork, before smiling up at Sanghyuk. There was spit on his chin, and Jaehwan wiped at it with the back of his hand.
"You'll have to wait to come down my throat another time," Jaehwan said, shrugging his robe back over his shoulders. His voice was rough, hoarse, his throat a little scratchy and he wrinkled his nose at it. "I am looking forward to it, but you have other plans for tonight, don't you?"
"Do you ever shut up," Sanghyuk groaned.
"Only when your cock's in my mouth," Jaehwan said, far too cheerful for the situation. "But since I want your cock in my ass I guess—mmpfh?"
"Suck on this," Sanghyuk said, shoving the toy into Jaehwan's mouth. It was cold metal and tears sprung to Jaehwan's eyes at how unexpected it was—Sanghyuk had pushed it in hard enough that it had hit the back of his throat and nearly made him gag.
It was cold and Jaehwan whimpered, eyes shutting involuntarily. He could feel tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Jaehwan sucked at it obediently, swallowed about it, tasted the tang of metal as he wrapped his lips about it. After Sanghyuk's cock, it didn't feel big enough.
"This works too I guess," Sanghyuk said. Jaehwan opened his eyes to look up at his master who'd taken on a rather contemplative expression, one that melted into a leer as he met Jaehwan's eyes.
"We had an agreement," Sanghyuk said.
"We did not," Jaehwan said indignantly, pulling away much like he'd pulled off Sanghyuk's cock earlier. He swallowed, instinct, trying to ease the ache at the back of his throat even though he knew it wouldn't make it any better. Sanghyuk's eyes followed the motion, and Jaehwan's lips curled in a smirk of his own.
"I didn't agree to anything, but I will oblige my master," Jaehwan said.
"Oblige me?" Sanghyuk quirked an eyebrow. "Very well, I'll allow you to oblige me."
Jaehwan blinked, once, enough to showcase his utter confusion, suddenly childish and lost. "What am I obliging?" he asked.
Sanghyuk snorted. "You said you'd fuck yourself," he said. He held the toy out to Jaehwan, and Jaehwan's eyes opened wide as he took it from him.
"It's...big," Jaehwan said, eyeing it. In the next moment, his lips had twisted in a leer and he looked up at Sanghyuk coyly through his lashes. "Still nothing like you."
"Good to know," Sanghyuk said, amusement on his own lips. "Go on, oblige me."
Jaehwan huffed and climbed onto the bed, wincing a little at the tenseness in his legs. He lay down, legs loosely spread. He knew his robes had fallen open, the ties loose, his stomach and chest revealed. Sanghyuk placed his hand on his stomach, ran it up to his chest.
"Still wearing this?" Sanghyuk murmured.
"I like it, it feels good," Jaehwan said. He pouted a little and Sanghyuk laughed, giving Jaehwan's nipple a tweak before he settled back. Jaehwan's yelp of surprise quickly settled into a low moan, his lips parting, his tongue between them. A sort of smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Sanghyuk visibly swallowed.
Jaehwan lay there a moment longer as he considered how best to do this, before flipping onto his knees and elbows—he had a nice ass and he knew it and Sanghyuk knew it. Bit awkward, reaching behind him like this, but it gave Sanghyuk the best view as Jaehwan slowly pushed oiled fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Jaehwan gasped at his own touch, heart thudding in his chest, instinctively clenching about the tips of his fingers.
"Need help?" Sanghyuk asked, but his words were hoarse and breathy.
Jaehwan shook his head, gasped when one of Sanghyuk's hands pressed against the small of Jaehwan's back.
"Hands off," Jaehwan grumbled, but Sanghyuk was dragging a line down Jaehewan's spine with his thumb. Shivers ran across Jaehwan's skin as Sanghyuk's thumb came to rest just below Jaehwan's tail bone, going no further.
"Sure you don't want help?" Sanghyuk said. He bent down, let those words ghost past where his hand had been. "Seems like you're stuck."
Jaehwan bit hard on his lip, resisting the urge to curse Sanghyuk out—his lord and master might be lenient and easily amused, but there were probably lines that shouldn't be crossed. But he could respond in another way. He took a deep breath, and on the exhale, let his body fall loose, limp, his core steady like he'd been taught—in very different circumstances. But if it meant he could push both fingers into his ass, Jaehwan doubted it mattered that he'd learned it for very different purposes. Sanghyuk inhaled audibly and Jaehwan's lips curled into a grin, hidden.
It'd been a while and Jaehwan was tight around himself, so so tight, his breath caught in his own throat. Sanghyuk's hand was still resting splayed against Jaehwan's waist, although he was pressing down harder, as if Jaehwan needed to be held down. Jaehwan grounded himself in it, pressing his back into that touch. His own cock was growing heavy, full, and Jaehwan lost himself in that heat as well, letting it fill him and flush him from the inside as he curled his fingers, pressing them against the inside of his walls. He gasped helplessly, breath catching again and again.