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Wonho cannot speak without his voice shaking. “Hyungwon wants me to turn him.”
Seungcheol’s expression does not change. “I had suspected that was what you wanted to talk about.”
They are in Seungcheol’s office, seated not across the desk from one another but in the comfortable armchairs that are settled into the corner, beside one of Seungcheol’s floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Wonho has felt tears in his eyes since– not even just since he got here, since he first called Seungcheol to ask to come over in the first place.
“What do I do?” Wonho asks, his voice coming out so broken.
Seungcheol gives him a pitying smile. “Do you love him?”
“Yes,” Wonho responds immediately, desperately.
“Do you appreciate his agency?”
“What?”
Seungcheol thinks for a moment, rephrasing carefully. “Do you respect that Hyungwon is allowed to make his own decisions?”
Wonho bites his lip, catching it on one of his fangs just enough to make himself bleed. “I know I should,” he says eventually, the words feeling torn out of him. “But I just– I don’t want him to die, Seungcheol.”
“What did he tell you, exactly?” Seungcheol leans back in the chair, the leather squeaking slightly.
“He told me that he feels too fragile, in this world.” Wonho is very quiet as he speaks, staring down at his hands that are folded in his lap. “He said that… he fears that, in comparison to how long I live, his life would be like the blink of an eye. That he wouldn’t matter to me, in the long run.” The tears well up in his eyes, and they escape when he moves his gaze to Seungcheol’s face. “I don’t know how to tell him how much I love him, I don’t know how to get him to understand. He doesn’t value his own life, not like I do, he doesn’t hear his own heartbeat or hear his blood rush in his veins, he doesn’t– he doesn’t understand, Seungcheol–” He stops to take a gasping breath, clenching his hands into fists. “He wants to die, he doesn’t understand how awful that would be for me, if he didn’t wake up.”
“Have you considered how awful it is to be viciously attacked by a vampire?” Seungcheol asks, and then adds, “No, of course not, you’ve never had the pleasure of being turned.”
The words hit like a slap. Of course Seungcheol would know about Hyungwon’s attack, and the resulting vampire death. Seungcheol is born like Wonho is, but he has made many, many vampires in his time on this earth. That’s the entire reason Wonho is here– not really to seek guidance on how to convince Hyungwon, but more so… guidance on how to kill him.
Wonho squeezes his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face. “I know, I can’t imagine how awful that was for him, I know that I’ll never know the pain he went through.” He tries to continue, but Seungcheol speaks first.
“You must respect his wishes,” Seungcheol says, his hands softly curled around the edges of the armrests. “Not that you necessarily have to be the one to turn him, but you must respect his decision to want to turn.”
Wonho’s mouth falls open, his eyes snapping to Seungcheol’s face. “I can’t bear the thought of letting anybody else touch him,” he says, wretched. The tears fall anew.
“So, what will you do, then?” Seungcheol asks. His expression is still even, his tone temperate. He is not condemning Wonho, nor is he outright in favor of Hyungwon. He is simply… stating what he knows to be true.
Wonho takes a deep breath. His fists are still clenched in his lap, and he works to relax them. “I’m here,” Wonho says in response. “That’s what I’m doing. I’m here to ask about how to turn Hyungwon.”
Seungcheol shifts forward in his seat. “So you have accepted it? The responsibility? Making a child is no easy task, and taking care of one is certainly not. You will be responsible for his actions as long as he is a newborn.”
“I know, Seungcheol. I do not know as well as you do, but I… have considered it, for certain.”
“You must care for him,” Seungcheol continues. “You will have to either watch him kill people, innocent people, or restrain him while he thrashes and screams for more blood. Are you prepared for that?”
Wonho’s eyes flutter shut as he sees, in his mind’s eye, Hyungwon hunched over a body, ripping its throat out eagerly. “Yes.”
“And you will not be able to favor him unfairly. If he acts inappropriately, you will have to discipline him. You may even have to kill him.”
Another tear rolls silently down Wonho’s cheek. “Yes.”
Seungcheol is silent for a long while, and his gaze is scrutinizing. Eventually, he says, “It must take place on the night of a full moon, when the balance between the sun and the moon is even. He must be drained fully– you are going to have to kill him, Wonho.”
Wonho nods, his eyes filling with a new rush of tears. “I know,” he whispers, voice strained.
“Once you have killed him, you must feed him some of your blood. Just getting it in his mouth is good enough, he need not swallow. And then, you must wait.”
Wonho stares dumbly at Seungcheol. “That’s it?”
“Unfortunately, that is it. There is nothing we can do to ensure that it takes, we must simply wait. It usually takes no longer than a couple days for the vampirism to take, if it is going to. Any longer than that… well, it is safe to bury them.”
Wonho sobs involuntarily, his mind rushing with thoughts of his lover under the dirt, of saying goodbye to him permanently. Wonho would rather die.
“This is the reality of the situation,” Seungcheol says firmly, cutting into Wonho’s despairing thoughts. “Either way, Hyungwon will die, and he wishes for it. You must decide if you will give it to him, or if you will force him to seek other means.” A small smile quirks up one corner of Seungcheol’s mouth. “From what you have told me, Hyungwon seems to be a rather stubborn soul.”
“Don’t I know it,” Wonho says, wiping his face with his sleeve. He sniffs heavily, trying to compose himself. “Thank you, Seungcheol. For everything.”
Seungcheol smiles properly now. “I will be here for you, if you do decide to turn him. Whether he rises, or not.”
Wonho nods, reaching across the small coffee table between them for Seungcheol’s hands. He holds them, squeezing them tightly between his for a moment. “You’re a good friend, Seungcheol.”
“And you as well, Wonho.”
The conversation turns to more amicable topics as Wonho inquires about the newest members of Seungcheol’s coven. Yet still, Hyungwon’s desires cast a shadow over Wonho, darkening his world. He cannot imagine living without Hyungwon, in any capacity. But the cruel fact of life remains: whether now, or in sixty years, Hyungwon will be gone. It’s only a matter of if Wonho will be the one to snuff him out and raise him anew, or if the tides of time will wash him away like sand in Wonho’s hands.
Hyungwon sees Dasom from across the coffee shop and waves. In response, she practically runs to him and throws her arms around him. This is the first time they’ve seen each other since Hyungwon was discharged from the hospital, and he can feel Dasom’s love in every inch of that hug.
“You look so good,” Dasom says as they sit down. Hyungwon notices her eyes darting between making eye contact and looking at his neck. He got his stitches out last week, and they told him he didn’t have to bandage it anymore as long as it wasn’t oozing. He feels no small amount of self-conscious about it, knowing that many others have done the same thing today, staring openly at his throat.
“You do too,” Hyungwon says, so easily. His friendship with Dasom has always been easy; he’s always felt some measure of trust and goodwill radiating from Dasom’s very being. So. “I have something I need to tell you. And I don’t want you to make any rash decisions concerning it.”
“Hm?” Dasom hums around her straw as she takes a drink of her macchiato. “Did you kill someone or something?”
Hyungwon laughs. “No, not exactly.” There’s no easy way to say it. “So, my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“He’s going to kill me.”
“What?” Dasom asks immediately, a disbelieving note to her voice.
“My boyfriend isn’t like us,” Hyungwon says, mouth dry. He’s scared, despite it all. “Do you want to guess?”
“You’re a bitch,” Dasom whines, but she plays along. “Let’s see here… Is he a mobster? Some other kind of criminal? Oh, maybe a government agent? Or– what about a vampire?” Dasom’s last guess hangs in the air between them. Hyungwon nods softly. He sees the realization move across Dasom’s face. “Wait, he’s– really? He’s– really?”
“I kept it secret for obvious reasons, but mostly because I knew you’d try to play hero and call it in.”
“You’re a bitch times two!” Dasom fairly yells, smacking Hyungwon’s forearm with no real malice. “You know I wouldn’t have done that to you. It’s… the same as anybody else we love, right? You can’t control who it is.” Dasom gives a one-shouldered shrug. Her expression turns serious. “But… why is he going to kill you?”
Hyungwon absently runs a finger across the scarring wounds on his throat. Dasom’s eyes follow the movement. “This… scared the shit out of me, Dasom. I almost died, and I would’ve if not for Wonho showing up.” He wets his lips, taking a deep breath. “I felt my mortality heavier than I ever have, after that happened. I don’t want to feel that fragile, that soft, ever again. I don’t want to depend on my boyfriend protecting me. I want to protect myself.” Explaining it to Dasom only hardens his resolve.
Dasom is nodding along with his words slowly. “Hyungwon, you’re really gonna–?”
“Yes, and if you tell anybody else, you’re the first person I’m eating.”
Dasom laughs at that, thankfully, cutting through some of the seriousness. “Alright, way to go, a death threat you can finally follow through with. But please,” Dasom extends a hand towards Hyungwon, palm-up, “don’t forget about me. When you’re– settled, please call me.”
Hyungwon takes her hand readily, squeezing it tightly. “I could never forget about you, Dasom. My work wife.” Dasom laughs, and Hyungwon sees her eyes shining with unshed tears. “But, I still have another year. Wonho wants to wait until I’ve graduated. So, while I’m here, and we’re still the same, let’s make the most of it, yeah?”
Dasom nods, still holding Hyungwon’s hand. “Yeah, that sounds nice. We’ve got that exam to study for next week, right?”
Hyungwon groans audibly. “Why the fuck did we have to take this biology class.”
“Well, I had to take it because I’m STEM, I dunno why the hell you took it.” Dasom teases, digging into her bag and producing her biology textbook. “It’s okay, Hyungwon, I’ll get you through this.”
“I might die early just to avoid the rest of this semester.”
“Valid.”
“I want to see Minhyuk again.”
Wonho looks up from where he’s stirring something in a pot. Hyungwon is sitting on the kitchen island, kicking his feet idly. “That can certainly be arranged. Would you like to visit him, or have him visit us?”
The second option hadn’t occurred to Hyungwon. “Visiting us sounds nice. Kihyun can come over too, we can have a fucked up dinner party.”
Wonho smiles, just a simple flash of teeth before he returns his focus to the food in the pot. “That sounds lovely. I’ll arrange it.”
“Sounds good, chief.” Hyungwon continues kicking his feet, thoughtfully this time. “You went to talk to Seungcheol the other day, right? How did that go?”
Wonho visibly stiffens, before he seems to force himself to relax. “It was… nice. It is always nice to talk to Seungcheol.”
“What did you need to see him about?”
Wonho wets his lips, keeping his focus on the pot. “Killing you. Properly.”
“Oh.” Hyungwon feels bad for asking. He knows the burden that he has laid at Wonho’s feet, knows it is heavy, unbearable for Wonho to carry. And yet, here he is, hoisting it onto his back. “Sorry.”
Wonho looks back up at him, a small smile on his face. “Don’t apologize, my love.” He looks like he wants to say more, but instead he just holds Hyungwon’s gaze for a few moments and then returns to stirring.
Hyungwon slides off of the kitchen island, coming to stand behind Wonho. He slides his hand along the back of his shoulders, resting his hand there. “Hey, Wonho. Listen to me.”
“I’m listening,” Wonho acknowledges.
“I don’t want to make it seem like you have to do this,” Hyungwon says, soft. “If it’s– too much for you, I mean. I care about your well-being too.”
Wonho seems pleased with the pasta in front of him, because he turns the burner off and then turns to face Hyungwon. His hands come to encircle Hyungwon’s waist, his thumbs rubbing gently into his flesh through his shirt. “My love, the thought of losing you forever is too much to bear,” he says, a whisper. He bumps their foreheads together. “But the thought of having you forever, ignites a special kind of excitement within me.” Hyungwon can still see Wonho’s intent gaze. “If it is worth it for you, then it is worth it for me. And if you change your mind between now and then, that is okay as well. I will enjoy your presence for as long as you deign to grace me with it.”
Hyungwon feels like crying. Instead, he tilts his head forward and kisses Wonho deeply, their noses smooshing against one another awkwardly. Wonho laughs against his mouth, and Hyungwon’s heart soars, swept up by his pure love for this man.
“It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to feed, right?” Hyungwon asks, gently pushing some of Wonho’s hair away from his face.
“Oh, yes, but– I did not wish to push you farther than you were willing to go.”
“I trust you,” Hyungwon says, meaning it down to his bones. “I want you to.”
“Eat, first.”
Hyungwon obliges, getting a bowl down from the cabinet and filling it with the alfredo that Wonho has so carefully prepared. It still warms Hyungwon’s heart every time he sees Wonho preparing human food, just for him, scrutinizing the package directions and attentively watching the food so it turns out just right.
They sit on the couch together, Wonho watching him intently as he takes the first bite of pasta. “Good?” Wonho asks.
Hyungwon nods eagerly. “Good.” Wonho rewards him with a smile, and god, Hyungwon loves that smile. He hates the thought of being robbed of it. “You know,” Hyungwon says, “I get to move in with you soon.”
“You do,” Wonho agrees. “I’ll help you pack your things.”
Hyungwon smiles. “I’ve already got most everything packed. You can help me carry the boxes, though.”
“Will do, my love.”
Hyungwon finishes his pasta while Wonho idly flips through the TV listings. Hyungwon sets his empty bowl onto the coffee table and then sidles his way into Wonho’s lap.
“Hello,” Wonho greets, a smile quirking up the corners of his mouth. His hands come ot rest on Hyungwon’s hips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Horniness,” Hyungwon says with a grin. Wonho laughs, coming to nuzzle the side of his neck softly. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to Hyungwon’s skin, the tips of his fangs dragging slightly, and Hyungwon gasps. He has missed this so dearly, the anticipation that builds in his belly, the hammering of his heart. “Wonho,” Hyungwon whispers as Wonho bites him with blunt teeth.
“Are you certain?” Wonho asks, his mouth right below Hyungwon’s ear.
“Yes. Please.”
Wonho wastes no time, sinking his teeth into Hyungwon’s flesh, right at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, easily revealed by his loose shirt. Hyungwon cries out and Wonho quickly dislodges. “No, please–” Hyungwon begs, knowing that Wonho thinks that Hyungwon has not enjoyed it. Wonho tentatively returns to his neck, his tongue lapping up the welling blood before he drinks.
Hyungwon remembers what Wonho said to him, a full year ago now. Biting is a rather intimate act. Hyungwon never feels as connected to Wonho as he does here, hearing the soft sounds of Wonho swallowing, running his hand through Wonho’s hair lovingly. Getting to share something of himself, something that keeps both of them alive. He loves it, and he will miss it dearly when his heart no longer beats, when his blood is drained from him.
Wonho pulls away slightly, tenderly kissing across the front of Hyungwon’s throat, across the scarring wounds. “I’m so sorry that this happened to you,” Wonho whispers, his lips moving against the tender skin.
Hyungwon will carry those scars forever. “It’s okay,” he says, kissing the top of Wonho’s head. “Come up here, come kiss me.”
Wonho complies, kissing Hyungwon reverently. He pulls away for just a moment before Hyungwon pulls him back in, kissing him fervently. Sometimes he wishes Wonho would drop the worship, would take him apart like he deserves.
“You know,” Hyungwon says, “I’m cleared for sex, now.”
“Are you?” Wonho asks, amused. “Are you asking for something, then?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Hyungwon whines. Wonho pulls him even closer, their hips meeting. Hyungwon blushes despite himself.
“But I think it’s fun, to make you ask for it,” Wonho says, pressing his mouth against Hyungwon’s jaw.
“You are cruel,” Hyungwon complains.
Wonho returns to eye level, his expression coy. “How am I to know what my love wants from me, if he doesn’t ask?” He tilts his head to the side, his hands creeping up Hyungwon’s sides beneath his shirt.
Hyungwon grabs Wonho’s chin harshly on purpose, forcing Wonho to meet his eyes. Wonho looks terribly amused. “I want you,” Hyungwon says slowly, enunciating each word, “to fuck me senseless.”
Wonho smiles. “There it is.” He slides his hands all the way up Hyungwon’s back, curling his fingers over Hyungwon’s shoulders and resting them there. “How could I say no?”
Hyungwon pulls him in for another kiss, his hand tangling in Wonho’s hair. He tugs lightly as Wonho sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his fangs catching and drawing blood. Hyungwon is so excited. “Don’t play with me,” Hyungwon says dangerously after Wonho has pulled away. The cuts on the inside of his lip are steadily oozing, and he licks his lips, knowing the blood will spread across them. “It’s been too long, you can’t tease me.”
“How can I not,” Wonho asks, one of his hands coming to stroke Hyungwon’s hot cheek, “when you blush like this?”
Hyungwon rolls his eyes and clambers to his feet. Wonho’s hands linger on his body, his arms extending, until his hands drop away as Hyungwon moves out of arms’ reach. “Whatever. I’m going to bed whether you’re coming with me or not.” This type of playful dismissal always gets Wonho in gear, Hyungwon knows by now. He tosses a look over his shoulder as he heads for the hallway, finding Wonho already rising to his feet.
The bedsheets are still rumpled from this morning– or, Hyungwon supposes, evening. His concept of time has been completely flipped from his time with Wonho, barely holding onto a day schedule for the sake of going to his classes. He’s going to have to enroll in night classes next year. He is undoing the button of his pants when Wonho’s arms come around him, stilling his hands.
“Let me,” Wonho says into his ear, his lips brushing his earlobe. Hyungwon can’t suppress his shiver.
Wonho gently spins Hyungwon in his hold, and Hyungwon goes easily but still grumbles. Wonho has a smile on his face the entire time as he undresses Hyungwon slowly, delicately pulling his shirt up, appraising his flesh as it is revealed from beneath the cotton. Hyungwon is decidedly impatient, but supposes that he can let Wonho have this. He seems to be checking for something, and he touches Hyungwon’s side. “Does this still hurt?”
Hyungwon wants to lie, doesn’t want to be treated carefully tonight. “It’s still a little tender,” he admits.
Wonho nods, a small motion. “I’ll be careful, okay?” He pulls Hyungwon’s shirt over his head, the motion ruffling Hyungwon’s hair. Wonho smiles at him, a fond little thing, and Hyungwon can’t help but smile back. Wonho is so obviously in love with him that it hurts, and Hyungwon would be lying for sure if he says that he’s not the same. Hopelessly in love.
Something in their extended eye contact sends Wonho into motion, rapidly relieving Hyungwon of his pants, letting them sit around his feet and then taking his hands so that Hyungwon can step out of them. “Now,” Hyungwon says, placing his hands flat against Wonho’s still-clothed chest, “why am I the one that’s naked?”
Wonho laughs, quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and shrugging it off, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. Hyungwon runs his hands along his chest, down his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath Wonho’s pale skin. Wonho is infinitely more patient than Hyungwon ever will be, letting Hyungwon have his fill of gazing at his upper body. But, then Hyungwon’s impatience bleeds through again, and he roughly undoes Wonho’s belt and pants.
As he does, Wonho half-lifts him up off the floor and then tosses him gently onto the bed. Hyungwon fails to hold in his shriek, limbs flailing a little. Wonho has the audacity to laugh at him. “I change my mind, you’re being too rough with the goods. No sex for you.”
“Oh, is that right?” Wonho asks, pausing in his movements to fully take his pants off. “I suppose I’ll just put my clothes back on, then.”
Hyungwon’s eyes dart to where Wonho’s clothed dick is, barely visible but obviously hard. Wonho begins pulling his pants back up, and Hyungwon makes a face as he realizes he’ll have to ask, again. “Please,” Hyungwon says quietly.
“Please, what?”
“You are the worst.” Hyungwon grumps. “Please do things to me with your dick.”
“You have such a way with words,” Wonho comments, a laugh coloring his voice. He takes his pants off, his underwear with them, and Hyungwon can’t help but stare. In an instant, Wonho is on top of him with that oily smooth grace, his mouth hot over Hyungwon’s still-clothed cock. Hyungwon gasps, both from the suddenness of the movement and from the sensation. He tangles his hands in Wonho’s hair again as Wonho carefully pulls his boxer briefs down and away, freeing his dick and making it available to Wonho’s insistent mouth. He presses open-mouthed kisses along the underside, careful to keep his teeth away.
“God,” Hyungwon groans, letting his head hit the mattress. Wonho moves up his body, scattering kisses as he does, over the lean muscle of his stomach and chest, ending up at his neck. He kisses over the bite mark that he made earlier, and the brief flare of pain makes Hyungwon arch his back. “Please,” he whispers.
“Mm, not yet,” Wonho says, voice dipped low. “Just a moment, love.” He disappears for a moment, Hyungwon unable to track the movement, and reappears with lube in hand.
“Getting straight to it now, huh?” Hyungwon asks.
“Yes, since you’re so antsy.” Wonho’s expression says otherwise. Wonho’s expression tells the tale of a man who’s been waiting for his lover to come to him, waiting for Hyungwon to be ready for this, both physically and emotionally.
Wonho spreads the lube over the fingers of his right hand, putting the top back on and carelessly tossing the bottle onto the carpet. “Kiss me,” Hyungwon pleads, extending his arms. Wonho does, open-mouthed and dirty, as he teases a finger around Hyungwon’s entrance. Hyungwon moans into his mouth, wrapping his arms tightly around Wonho’s shoulders as Wonho fully pushes a finger into him.
Wonho kisses across his cheek and down his jaw, sucking a hickey into the skin of his jawline. Hyungwon’s breath is already coming ragged, and they’ve barely begun. That is something he relishes most about being with Wonho– being so completely wrecked, just from some kisses and a single finger. Wonho is good at what he does, and is a very attentive lover besides, learning all of Hyungwon’s quirks and favored activities, both in and out of the bedroom. I want this forever, he thinks fiercely to himself as he buries his face into Wonho’s hair.
Wonho adds a second finger, sinking both of them down to the last knuckle, and Hyungwon whines as Wonho begins scissoring them, stretching him open steadily but gently like always. Hyungwon sometimes hates the prep time, wants Wonho inside of him as soon as possible, but today it feels extra special, just another act of worship that Wonho bestows upon him.
As he adds a third finger, Wonho does bite Hyungwon– not very deeply, but the fangs are still sharp in his skin. Hyungwon’s hips jump and he groans, grabbing hold of Wonho’s hair in his fist again. Hyungwon hopes to be absolutely covered in bites by the end of this, has been craving it for the past few days. The feel of Wonho’s teeth on him aids in fading the memory of that vampire’s teeth in his neck, shredding him to pieces. That incident seems a million miles away here, as he writhes beneath Wonho, impatient again.
“Okay, okay,” Wonho huffs a laugh. He crooks his fingers one last time and Hyungwon moans, tugging involuntarily at Wonho’s hair. He is forced to let go of Wonho as he straightens up, and Hyungwon cranes his neck to watch him position himself properly before pushing inside of Hyungwon.
“Fuck,” Hyungwon breathes, as Wonho bends back over him to kiss him. Wonho always gives Hyungwon a moment to become accustomed to the stretch, letting him relax into it, and Hyungwon is grateful for it. There are some days that Hyungwon really values the foreplay, but tonight is not one of those– he revels in the feeling of being slightly underprepared, stretched to the max and yet somehow stretched even farther.
Hyungwon requested to be fucked senseless, and it seems that Wonho intends to make good on that. He slowly rocks his hips, testing the waters, watching Hyungwon’s face intently. When Hyungwon shows no signs of discomfort, he starts up a ruthless pace that makes Hyungwon squirm, his cock leaking precome onto his stomach. What happened to being careful with me? Hyungwon wonders, but he definitely doesn’t mind.
“You are so beautiful,” Wonho says breathlessly, as he slots his hands into the bends of Hyungwon’s knees, pushing his legs back further than before. Hyungwon moans and helplessly grasps at Wonho’s upper arms, feeling the taut muscle there. “You are everything to me,” Wonho whispers, his breath fanning across Hyungwon’s face.
Hyungwon can barely breathe, let alone respond, but the words settle warm into his chest. Wonho’s adoration for him is so apparent in his every word, every movement, every decision. Even his balking at Hyungwon wanting to be turned is more evidence for his deep, relentless love for him. Hyungwon feels like crying, all at once, crushed under the full weight of Wonho’s love and overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s experiencing.
“Wonho,” Hyungwon cries, his fingers digging into the flesh of Wonho’s arms. Wonho bumps their foreheads together, driving into Hyungwon somehow even harder, filling him up just right. Hyungwon cannot stop moaning, every thrust aimed straight for his prostate, his head lolling to the side. Wonho takes the opportunity to kiss over the bite again, his tongue teasing the puncture wounds. “Please,” Hyungwon whispers. He feels so terribly close to coming virtually untouched.
Wonho shuffles around a little bit, dropping Hyungwon’s legs in favor of bracing himself up with his hands. He noses along Hyungwon’s neck, down to his shoulder, and then takes Hyungwon’s cock in hand at the same instance that he sinks his fangs into him. It’s too much– Hyungwon comes instantly, his back arching, his hands scrambling for anything to hold onto and ending up with fistfuls of the sheets.
Wonho slows slightly, still moving but definitely not as quickly. He leans back to look at Hyungwon, who is breathing heavily, gazing up at him. “So beautiful,” Wonho repeats, brushing his hair away from his face. “I’m going to be with you forever, my love.”
Hyungwon whines, slowly beginning to turn sore. “Please come in me,” he says, in response to Wonho’s sweet nothings.
Wonho laughs, and obliges.