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Something has changed now.
Jin can’t quite put a finger on what it is. Ever since waking up to Hwoarang softly smiling down at him in a field of flowers he has no recollection of ever going to, things just feel… different.
His tea tastes more fragrant, colours more vibrant, and his steps lighter. It’s like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, but he can’t seem to understand why he feels this way. There’s less gaps in his memory too. Hwoarang doesn’t have to fill him in on what had happened whenever he blacks out anymore. They can cherish their time together even more now, and Hwoarang is as beautiful as ever.
Many years have passed since their early days of tiptoeing around each other, where they awkwardly stumbled through conversations outside of fighting and when Jin thought he might’ve exploded when they shakily clasped their sweaty hands together. It’s laughable now, looking back; how nervous they had been when they were so used to grappling with each other during sparring sessions. Despite how long they’ve been together, Jin still can’t help the little flip his stomach does every time Hwoarang smiles at him, his heart that still beats that much faster every time Hwoarang comes close.
It’s another pleasant day spent enjoying his newfound skip in his step, and Hwoarang is out in the garden with him. Jin is tidying up some of the overgrown weeds while Hwoarang carefully waters and trims the plants. A small smile tugs on his lips. He can’t help it, a warm feeling settling in his chest when he thinks back to how Hwoarang was able kill even a cactus (it had been one of the first gifts Jin had given him) compared to now— with him being able to take care of their garden during the times Jin had to be away from home.
He’s quietly humming to himself, a song he’s long forgotten the lyrics to that his mother used to sing when they were foraging or tending to their vegetable patch back in Yakushima. A heavy weight presses into his side. It used to catch him off guard, but now he recognises it as another one of Hwoarang’s (cute) quirks he does when he wants to take a break. Or when he’s bored. Or both. He leans back into him, but makes no move to acknowledge his boyfriend just yet. He wants to take care of these last few pesky weeds.
“You’re in a chipper mood, you rarely hum that song.”
He feels his cheeks warm at Hwoarang’s observation. Jin knows Hwoarang would’ve been listening to him, but he still can’t help but feel a little self conscious at being ‘caught’.
“I… suppose I am. I’ve been feeling really good lately.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Hwoarang leans more of his weight on him, vying for his attention while forcing him to sit down and stop what he was doing, lest he topple over and end up with Hwoarang over him… Which wasn’t a bad idea on most days, just not at the moment.
“What do you want?” Jin asks with a small huff, a laugh curling at the end of his words as he gives in to Hwoarang’s antics.
“Have you… talked to them recently?”
The smile that had been playing on his face immediately drops.
Jin knows he’s talking about Devil . Hwoarang didn’t bring them up often, but there’s a touch of nervousness in his voice that doesn’t sit right with him. Jin can’t help but think the worst. Did he do something terrible to him while he was unconscious? But he hasn’t had any strange lapses in memory recently…
“No… I haven’t. They haven’t tried talking to me either.”
A flicker of something crosses Hwoarang’s eyes then. It has Jin shucking off his gardening gloves and wrapping an arm across his shoulders.
“I-I can talk to them now if you want me to.”
“No…no it’s okay. Talk to them when you’re ready.” Hwoarang reaches out for him, trailing his fingers across his jaw. The gentle contact offers him some comfort to the growing unease inside of him.
“It’s not what you think. You didn’t do anything horrible to me, don’t worry so much about it.”
Jin relaxes and Hwoarang draws him close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It’s a chaste, tender thing that has them drawing back with their eyelashes fluttering. Hwoarang is fixing him with such a loving gaze. His remaining eye catches the sunlight beautifully, lighting up with warm tones of amber. Jin feels a smile curl back onto his lips as he fails to resist the urge to bury his face into his boyfriend’s neck.
~~~
Hwoarang’s words stay with him for the rest of the day, despite his reassurances. Jin is aware that Hwoarang has a tendency to downplay things that could hurt him: His right eye, how he ended up with all those scars littering his body; it was his way to help ease the guilt Jin would feel about the pain he had caused Hwoarang when he inevitably learns the truth behind those injuries. He knows Hwoarang genuinely doesn’t hold it against him, especially his eye— citing that it was his own choice that led him there, and he would gladly do it again.
Hwoarang had always been so stand-offish about his kindness, always wordlessly coming to his side when he needed him and changing the subject before Jin could even say thank you.
He supposes it's why he waits until it’s late at night and Hwoarang’s drifted off into the deeper clutches of sleep before communing with Devil . A small mercy of his own. God knows Hwoarang has seen enough horrifying things when it comes to the monster inside of him. It’s a bit of a challenge though. Carefully untangling himself from Hwoarang’s warm embrace and slipping his pillow into his arms as a placeholder. Jin observes his sleeping form for just a moment longer. There’s a soft ache in his heart when he watches Hwoarang grumble quietly before hugging the pillow tighter. It’s a difficult thing to do; dragging his eyes away and steeling himself for the unpleasant conversation he’s about to have.
Every step he takes away from the bedroom gets heavier. His mind begins to churn, drawing up possibilities of what could’ve happened between Hwoarang and Devil, each more frightening than the last. Hwoarang’s uncharacteristic tentativeness earlier in the day had weighed on him. He digs his fingernails into his palms as a weak distraction from the mixture of anxiety and anger that’s threatening to overtake him. By the time Jin makes it to their garden, he just wants to get everything over and done with.
The crisp night air greets his nose. Soft tendrils of wind ghost over his skin. Jin does his best to calm himself before closing his eyes and reaching deep within. He liked to imagine meeting Devil like diving into a lake. The waters were deep and treacherous, and having a clear mind was paramount to having a conversation with them — lest the water fill his lungs and he’d be dragged into the murky deep until the next time Hwoarang drags him out of the abyss.
Darkness eventually surrounds him, and Jin knows Devil is present when the currents change, cradling his body while the void stares into him. It feels like he’s sitting right in Devil’s palms.
What did you do.
Ugh…What now…
What did you do to Hwoarang.
The water around him shifts at the mention of Hwoarang. It gets harder to quash his growing anger.
Nothing. Now leave me alone.
I don’t believe you.
I relinquish my control over you and this is how you treat me?
…
What?
The temper that had been pushing against his patience abruptly disappears. This had to be another one of Devil’s tricks, right?
I-I don’t belie—
Didn’t you find it strange that the air tastes sweeter? That you could see better? That your senses have been heightened?
…
Gods, you were always so slow to pick things up outside of fighting. I should’ve known it would’ve taken you longer to figure things out, considering the eternity it took for you two to finally get togeth—
Enough!
Jin is reeling from this information. All those years of suffering, struggling with the demon within him, only for Devil to just give him the reins just like that? It almost felt… too easy. There had to be more to this.
As if reading his thoughts, (though Jin should’ve known Devil would’ve been doing that anyways) a familiar chill sweeps throughout him. Jin panics, desperately trying to bar Devil from surging up within him. It’s nothing like he’s used to though, much to his surprise.
It used to be a violent affair everytime Devil overwhelmed him in the past. The demon clawing, thrashing, tearing their way out of his mental prison in a desperate bid for freedom. Now though? Now it feels like a gentle ascent. Controlled. Jin can pinpoint each individual muscle, each nerve reacting to the phenomenon that was overtaking him. He would liken it to wading into a river during spring, where it was perhaps still a few weeks too early for the water to be at a comfortable temperature.
Remember this feeling well, next time you need to draw on…our… powers.
He can feel his bones creaking, the budding horns sprouting from his head, the wings erupting from his back. It’s terrifying, yes. But not for the reasons Jin was used to. He’s aware of everything happening around him when he opens his eyes: The moon that’s suddenly too bright, the crickets chirping loudly in his ears, the scent of a million different things assaulting his nose. Barely a second passes and Jin shuts them immediately as his senses all rush through him at once. He’s overloaded with information and he unconsciously wraps his wings around himself, muffling everything around him to a more acceptable level.
Jin looks down at the dark claws that stretch from his fingers, carefully running his hands over the horns adorning his head and tracing his tongue over his elongated canines. He can’t believe it. He’s Devil. Or is Devil him? But he can move and feel, all the while still being perfectly in control of his body. His head begins to hurt.
W-Why? How?
I made a promise to Hwoarang.
Jin stops himself from sounding like a broken record. He knows Devil is aware of how confused and frightened he is now, and it’s a testament to the truth behind their words when they don’t seek to wrench control from him despite his imbalanced state. It would be so easy to send him spiralling into the depths while Devil could freely wreak havoc on the world. However, Devil only answers his question simply.
I want to make him happy.
~~~
He spends the rest of the night listening to Hwoarang’s soft heartbeat. Jin contemplates this revelation while wondering how best to break the news to him. He could hear the steady rhythm, thumping strongly from even within the garden. The sun rises before he knows it and Hwoarang's heartbeat changes when he wakes up. He can hear him moving around the house looking for him, the faint scent of worry drifting around their home.
He unfurls his wings from around himself to look at Hwoarang when he eventually finds him outside. Anything he could’ve possibly said to him at that point flies out the window when Jin takes in his messy hair and crumpled pyjamas. Wide eyes take in his appearance before crinkling with soft understanding and perhaps, even a little triumph.
The claws, the wings, everything recedes naturally and painlessly when Jin immediately pulls him in for a hug.
“Thank you. Thank you.”
Jin whispers desperately, over and over into his neck. For everything Hwoarang’s done for him, to try make up for all the times he’d wanted to say those words but never had the chance to. Nothing he could do would ever come close to showing how grateful he is for Hwoarang being with him, sticking by him despite his turbulent life. He can feel Devil shifting inside him, basking in the closeness he has with Hwoarang, and more interestingly he can feel relief coming from them as well. Perhaps even Devil could grow tired of their constant internal conflict.
It’s an interesting change, to say the least. Trying to navigate and settle into this new phase of their lives. Jin learns quite quickly that his supposed ‘control’ over Devil isn’t quite as complete as he originally thought.
Sure, he could see, think, feel everything with great clarity and more when he was in his Devil form now, but there were times where he could still feel a bit of resistance when he wanted to go back to his less…spiky body. Jin can feel Devil quietly grumbling inside him, the wordless desire to spend more time with Hwoarang lingering in his mind. There were also times where Devil would suddenly ‘pop out’; deciding that enough time had passed since they had last stretched their wings.
Devil was always watching, even while they lay dormant inside him. It was something Jin was aware of way before Devil’s change of heart. But he supposes it’s how Devil gets the most out of his interactions in day to day life — in their own body. It bothered Jin the first few times it happened, but Devil no longer held any malicious intent; changing simply because they wanted to savour the taste of a particular blend of tea or just to see the sunset better. It’s a small price to pay for no longer having to fight his literal inner demon.
There are still times where Devil surprises him and subsequently embarrasses him (Jin has a sneaking suspicion Devil does certain things to elicit more of the latter reaction from him) — such as the one time Devil had suddenly stripped him naked in the living room because they had wanted to feel the sun on their skin better. Those situations always leave him wanting to dig a hole for himself, especially with Hwoarang cackling at him in the background more often than not. But at the end of the day, Jin is inexplicably happy. How could he not be? Especially since they can both laugh at his transformations now, when it used to always bring such crushing dread and fear to them.
Time passes and Jin continues to learn how to handle this newfound freedom. Being in his transformed state still isn’t his preferred way to go about his daily life (he doesn’t think it ever will be), but he gets better at knowing when Devil wants to come out. He finds that it’s not only Devil that’s mellowed out significantly. There are moments of impulsivity that hit him, times where he doesn’t hold back so much and he lets himself have fun. He knows it’s Devil’s influence on him, but he begins to wonder if he’s always had this inside of him, and that he’s finally loosening up now that he no longer has to worry about the lurking danger from within.
Jin can’t remember the last time he’s felt so light and carefree. Perhaps only when he had been much younger, passing each peaceful day with his mother in their quiet home in Yakushima. There’s only really one thing that bothers him nowadays: His inability to talk whenever he was in his other form. He can feel the words forming on his tongue, but his throat never makes a sound. Even Devil was clueless as to why that would happen, but Jin resolves to take things one step at a time.
~~~
There were better ways to start the day than waking up to a face full of feathers tickling your nose, but it also wasn’t the worst.
Hwoarang still remembers almost falling out of the bed when he had woken up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, only to have a pair of glowing silver eyes staring very intently at him millimetres from his face. Needless to say, it was not a great experience — especially when Hwoarang had to patiently explain to Devil why they couldn’t follow him to the bathroom.
It was something he noticed about Jin nowadays. Small lapses in his consciousness, or perhaps even in his judgement where Devil would come out and take charge of Jin’s actions.
It was (mostly) harmless though, with Devil’s inquisitive nature getting them into some embarrassing, or downright hilarious situations more often than not. It always ends up with Jin softly apologising to him in the morning, or not quite looking him in the eye whenever he snapped back to himself with an adorable dusting of pink on his cheeks.
Be it Jin randomly focusing on an empty spot on the wall mid conversation, or just downright chasing a naked Devil throughout the house after they walk out dripping wet from the bathroom. Hwoarang takes it all in his stride. Chuckling quietly to himself at Devil’s antics and gently teasing Jin just to make him lightly punch his shoulder.
Devil still had a lot of things they didn’t quite understand in this world (or just simply had no regard for certain norms), and Jin was still carefully coming around to accepting them as a part of him. Hwoarang watches it all. Sometimes facepalming, sometimes gawking— mostly smiling. It’s a new phase to both their lives and it’s a precious thing; picking up on all the new quirks Jin has and getting to know more of Devil’s calmer, quieter side.
It’s almost like the early days of when they first started dating. Where Jin used to shyly look down at his feet when Hwoarang pecked him on the cheek, (he still does, sometimes, and it never fails to make Hwoarang weak at the knees) Devil freezes completely. Silver eyes going wide before stiffly turning to face him incredulously. Hwoarang can’t help but laugh every time, flicking them on the forehead to ‘unfreeze’ them before pulling them in for a hug. There’s a small part of him that still can’t quite believe that Devil could be this… soft for him .
Hwoarang still makes the distinction between Jin and Devil in his mind, even if he does see Devil as just another part of Jin. He can’t help it. There were certain behaviours and mannerisms that were just undeniably Devil . It felt wrong to just lump them together with the man he’s known for so many years. He knows Jin still calls his other half ‘Devil’, and it would be strange to change that now.
They go about their lives, adjusting, accommodating, learning together, and it brings them closer than ever. Some time passes before Jin feels comfortable being intimate again— which was only natural, all things considered. Hwoarang doesn’t mind waiting. When they eventually do share in the heat of their bodies again, it feels like coming home. Simply reaffirming their unshakeable bond together.
There were times where Hwoarang could see Jin’s canines sharpening, his nails getting longer during the heat of the moment, when Jin would be at the height of his pleasure. It has Hwoarang inevitably wondering if… or when Jin would ever willingly be intimate with Devil out. The question leaves Jin deep in thought. It was an obviously complicated matter but Hwoarang is pleasantly surprised when he replies:
“When they’re ready.”
~~~
Hwoarang wakes up to a strange smell.
A strange mix of something acrid and sickly sweet jolts him awake, patting around the bed in alarm.
He’s alone in their bedroom and the loose feathers standing starkly against the white sheets of their bed tell him that Devil is most likely wandering about right now.
There’s a loud crash of metal coming from downstairs, followed by some annoyed hissing and alertness sweeps throughout Hwoarang’s sleep-addled brain. He forgoes his usual morning skincare routine as he races down towards the kitchen, reminding himself to double check the smoke alarms later.
Nothing could’ve prepared him for the culinary explosion in their home when Hwoarang arrives at the crime scene. There’s flour everywhere, eggshells smashed on the floor, something was dripping from the ceiling and was that a fucking frog jumping out of a bowl?!
Hwoarang stands there, feeling woefully unequipped to deal with all this in just his underwear.
He needs his coffee. And a shot of soju.
As if reading his mind, the culprit turns around from the stove, an apron haphazardly hanging off their body. Devil gestures for him to sit down on one of the barstools with an excited grin on their face. Hwoarang nods numbly as he makes his way over, eyeing a suspiciously clean cut hole through one of the pans on the table. It was still slightly smoking around the edges.
Amongst the chaos of the table, there is a small clean patch wherein a rumpled bunch of daisies droop over one of Jin’s teacups and Devil carefully places a plate of something in front of him. Before he can even begin to comprehend what’s on the plate, Devil slides a cup of what looked like coffee over to him before fixing him with an expectant stare.
It smelt fine enough, and Hwoarang threw caution to the wind as he took a small sip. He fights the urge to gag immediately once the lukewarm liquid hits his tongue. It was a watery, bitter disaster and why the fuck was it spicy?! He forces it down, cracking a weak smile towards Devil who was eagerly waiting for his reaction. Their wings are twitching slightly, and Hwoarang can already picture the imaginary tail whipping wildly behind them. They lean in closer as Hwoarang looks down at the plate, searching for something to wash out the taste of that awful beverage.
There were varying shades of brown and black on his plate. Hwoarang can only tell there's eggs of some sort through the bits of congealed yellow peeking past the carbonised layer of black. There’s a wobbly heart drawn on in ketchup on top of it, as well as a drooping smiley face on what Hwoarang initially thought was an abstract concept of a mountain range, but were actually pancakes. Also in ketchup. Because why not.
The little tug in his heart at Devil’s attempt at ‘breakfast’ is quickly washed away when he realised that he has to eat this. Hwoarang’s had worse things in the past. He’s sure of it. Though it’s been a long long time since he last had to eat anything he could get his hands on.
“Uh… Thanks… For making breakfast.”
Devil makes a soft trilling noise at his appreciation. Hwoarang takes a small breath before scooping up some of the eggs with a fork.
It was a miracle really. How something could simultaneously be burnt, overcooked, and raw. It makes him break out in a cold sweat, his stomach already clenching up in refusal as he crunches through some eggshells. Thankfully Devil had omitted any sort of seasoning in there, and Hwoarang counts his blessings. There were plenty of worse things than plain eggs. Such as these pancakes.
The outer layer had a brick-like texture while the actual insides felt like chewing on cardboard. Never mind the astringent taste of burnt sugar, why the fuck was this spicy as well?! Hwoarang quickly chases it down with his bland, crunchy eggs. He looks down at his plate, trying to fix his expression as the ketchup smiley face stares into his soul. It looked like it was crying now. Hwoarang wants to cry as well.
He eventually finds the willpower to sit up straight again, fixing Devil with a faint smile and taking another sip of his spicy bean juice. A mistake, as he breaks out into goosebumps.
“You must’ve woken up pretty early to make all this, huh?”
Devil leans closer with a small nod, close enough for Hwoarang to reach out for them and card a hand through their hair.
“Just for me too. I really appreciate it.”
Devil makes a happy sound, closing their eyes slowly as they relax into his hand.
“Do you need me to help clean up?”
Silver eyes snap back open at the mention of cleaning. Those slitted pupils glaze over a bit before blowing wide, changing into something a little more human. They blink a few times and Hwoarang knows Jin is back. His eyes take in the mess around them before slowly standing up. He looks down at the apron hanging off of him, his claws covered in batter before quietly sighing to himself. Jin’s demonic features fade away and he leans into the kitchen table in defeat.
“... Sorry… ”
Hwoarang bursts out laughing, coming over to sling an arm over Jin’s dejected form.
“Jin… Get over here, you’ve got to try this.”
~~~
Hwoarang figures out it’s actually pancake batter dripping from the ceiling, and watching Jin’s expression turn from neutral to horrified upon tasting Devil’s concoction made being woken up by those antics completely worth it. He secretly dips into his stockpile of kimchi, chasing it down with a swig of soju straight from the bottle away from Jin’s eyes. Just to make sure Devil can’t see him cleansing his insides so the ‘breakfast’ he just had doesn’t come and bite him in (or rather out ) his ass later. They spend the better part of the morning cleaning up mess in the kitchen and they both share an incredulous laugh while scraping half dried pancake batter from their ceiling.
Devil comes and goes a few more times throughout the day. While having them ‘cook’ for him in the morning wasn’t exactly a normal start to their day, there’s a restless energy to them that catches Hwoarang’s attention.
They pace around the living room and flap their wings while Hwoarang does the laundry. Aside from the brief moment in the kitchen, Devil doesn’t seem to be very keen on being close to him today, despite Hwoarang calling or gesturing them over multiple times. It was strange, seeing as Devil usually jumped at any chance to be by his side. They just can’t seem to settle down, and when Hwoarang is somehow able to sneak up on them, Devil startles and immediately runs out to the garden, taking off with a beat of those mighty wings— most likely to find some place quiet.
Hwoarang can’t help but wonder if he had somehow hurt Devil this morning, sharing his breakfast with Jin. Devil could be oddly territorial about certain things but that didn’t seem to be the case.
He resigns himself to being alone for the rest of the day. He would have to rely on Jin to tell him about it later. Hwoarang ends up making one of their shared favourites — kimchi jjigae — just in case he really did unintentionally hurt Devil.
Hours pass, and the night grows darker. There’s still no sign of Devil and Hwoarang can’t help but worry. He takes a long bath to try to soak out his growing stress, the warm water a quiet sanctuary to calm his turbulent thoughts and piece together an apology for when Devil does return.
Hwoarang lies in bed a little longer, wet hair be damned. Jin wasn’t there to chastise him for it. He’s staring up into the empty expanse of their ceiling when he hears their balcony door quietly slide open. Hwoarang shoots straight up, fighting the urge immediately to run over to Jin as he steps inside their bedroom.
“Hey… I missed you.”
There’s no verbal response, and the wings, the horns; everything stays in place, hinting to Hwoarang that it was Devil he was talking to.
“Are you alright? I didn’t mean to— oh!”
Devil takes several large strides, closing the distance between them easily. Their dark wings stretch behind Hwoarang, pushing them closer together. He needs to tilt his head up to maintain eye contact with those silver irises burning brightly into him. Devil’s gaze softens before they press their foreheads together and there it was again. A surge of emotions not quite his own bubbling up within him.
Heat prickles across his skin, a desire to just touch , to run his tongue along his neck and hear his sweet voice trembling with pleasure lances through him. Devil doesn’t do any of that though. Standing there as they gently sway together from side to side in a sort of tender waltz with their noses touching. Their gaze is filled with such a feverish need for him. He thinks he understands why Devil was acting so strangely earlier in the day. A curl of excitement flickers inside him.
“...Go clean yourself up first.”
Hwoarang gently pushes Devil into the direction of their bathroom, only for them to loosely wrap a hand around his wrist, a soft chirp coming from Devil. They’re loath to be separated from him and Hwoarang supposes he doesn’t mind taking a second shower…
Hwoarang has always loved the way Jin’s hair looks when it gets wet. Those gravity defying strands lose their magic beneath the weight of the water and come to frame Jin’s face in the most endearing way. It softens his features; making him look younger and Devil is no exception. There’s just something that tugs at his heart when he sees Devil’s hair plastered across their face. It’s like seeing a wet cat, and Devil sure acts like one when they take a bath.
Not right now though. Devil obediently sits on the small stool in their bathroom, letting him massage shampoo into their hair. Water cascades between their bodies and Hwoarang admires the steady stream rolling off those dark feathers. The air grows thicker as the steam and something more fills the room.
Hwoarang rinses off the last suds in Devil’s hair. The demon slowly turns towards him, wrapping a gentle hand around his waist and pulling him close. The tension rises as they trail soft kisses down his chest, reaching down to his stomach before pulling back up. Hwoarang sighs quietly, running a hand over Devil’s horns. They stand up, stepping in closer towards him as they mouth at his neck. Hwoarang can feel Devil’s growing hardness brush against his leg.
He pulls back before things can get too heated. Devil whines softly and Hwoarang can tell that their internal timer was running out. The rest of the shower is spent gently pushing away Devil’s wandering hands while leaving a teasing touch here and there, to appease their growing impatience.
By the time he’s got both of them relatively dry, Devil is tangling their bodies together, pushing Hwoarang onto the bed and languidly pressing their hips against him. He gasps lightly at the sensation of Devil’s rigid length slotting in so snugly next to him. With Devil kissing along his jaw and softly grinding against him, it doesn’t take long for him to get fully hard as well.
They stay like that for a while: Enjoying the quiet sparks of pleasure and the heat smouldering between them; Devil trailing wet kisses over warm skin and brushing their lips together. Hwoarang can count the number of lashes fanning out from those silver eyes. They gaze down at him like he was the only one in the world. Warmth blooms across his cheeks and he pulls Devil in for a kiss to distract himself.
Hwoarang knows Devil probably has a plan for how they want the night to go, especially with those claws ghosting over his waist. Hwoarang has always been one for surprises though.
He drags them closer, using Devil’s reaction to act as a counterweight to stop themselves from toppling over Hwoarang as leverage to pull himself upright and onto Devil’s lap. He licks into their mouth, arousal bubbling thickly in his gut at the small sounds he elicits from Devil. They fan their fingers around the small of his back while Hwoarang nips at their lip, pushing their hips closer together.
Devil jolts when Hwoarang wraps his hand around the both of them, breaking their kiss to gasp sharply. Hwoarang takes his chance to give other areas of their body some attention. He loves the way Devil jerks underneath him when he runs his thumb over the head of their cock, pressing slightly into the slit, feeling them throb against him when he grazes his teeth over the sensitive spot behind their ear. He presses some of his weight forward, testing the waters. There’s still some resistance coming from Devil’s frame, but Hwoarang could wait. He can be patient (and very convincing) when he wants to be.
Sweat begins to bead up on their skin, breaths coming quicker. Hwoarang stops moving his hand around them, allowing Devil the illusion of control as they buck their hips up into his loose grip. They pull him closer, searching for that missing friction between their bodies and Hwoarang pulls his hand away entirely. He hears Devil whimper from the loss of contact and takes pity on him. He kisses over Devil’s collarbones, sliding a hand down the ridges of their abdomen, teasing his fingers around the base of their cock as they slow their pace back down to a gentle grind.
Their grip loosens around his waist, seemingly making the correlation between them relinquishing control and Hwoarang giving them the pleasure they seek. Hwoarang reaches down low, rubbing over the sweet spot behind their balls before leisurely sliding his hand up and around their shaft and trailing his fingers beneath their head.
Devil shudders at his slow, purposeful touch. Their wings flaring out at the same pace he moves his hand up their cock and shaking when he reaches the tip. Hwoarang tries leaning forward again, and this time they go down without complaint. Devil flops onto the bed, spreading his legs and reaching out for Hwoarang, inviting him in. Their wings fan out behind them as they hit the mattress: The very image of a fallen angel as an ocean of black sweeps across those sheets.
Hwoarang wastes no time, crawling over them and placing his hands next to their head.
Looking down at Devil, he takes in those bright eyes glinting with anticipation and the handsome features they shared with his lover (though he supposes Devil is also his lover now… well, a part of him). He’s taken back to when he first had the realisation that Devil was beautiful . It shouldn't have been so world-breaking as it had been, with the obvious fact that Devil had the same face as Jin. With that memory comes a niggling feeling that he can’t quite shake. A reminder of exactly who had made this very moment possible.
“Jin-ah… you’re still with me, right?”
Those eyes soften, dimming as a familiar brown sweeps through those irises. Jin tilts his head up and Hwoarang meets him halfway with no hesitation. It’s a gentle press of lips before Jin runs a still clawed hand over his shoulder and behind his neck. He pulls him down, opening Hwoarang’s mouth with a soft swipe of his tongue. He can feel the heat, the passion burning from him in a way that so undeniably screams Jin . He tilts his head, deepening their kiss and Hwoarang feels the beginnings of an insatiable desire creep into his stomach, of just wanting to melt into the strong body beneath him.
They break apart eventually with panting breaths. Hwoarang is idly tracing circles with his thumb on Jin’s chest as he fights for some semblance of clarity through the heavy fog of arousal that had overtaken him. Fuck. Jin had gotten so much better at kissing.
Silver lights up in his lover’s eyes again. Devil has a dazed look about them, licking their lips as they come back to lucidity. No doubt savouring that kiss and the lingering buzz of pleasure Jin had left both of them with. Devil had a long way to go when it came to kissing. Still so unsure of what to do and overly aware of the damage their fangs could do— Hwoarang doesn’t mind though. It’s endearing; and what Devil lacks in experience is more than compensated for in their eagerness.
Their attention is drawn back to him as he shifts over them, reminding each other of the closeness of their bodies.
“Is this okay? With your wings behind you like that?”
Hwoarang can’t help but worry. He wants Devil to be comfortable as well.
The answer couldn’t have come in a more tender or sweeter way with Devil crooning softly. They card their claws gently through his curtain of red hair, brushing it out of his eyes as they look up at him with such an adoring gaze. The intensity of it sends a shiver down his spine, his breath being stolen away at the blatant display of Devil’s affection for him.
A blush spreads across his cheeks and he fights the urge to look away. Hwoarang doesn’t think he could ever get used to Devil looking at him like he was the world’s greatest treasure. Those otherworldly eyes would always make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end when they focussed on him, but now? Seeing them soften from a frigid, ice cold stare to a molten constellation of silver and gold? Hwoarang’s heart skips a beat as butterflies fill his stomach.
He flicks his gaze downwards, otherwise his heart might just leap out his chest. The inky, tattoo-like markings on Devil’s chest call to him, the perfect paths to follow as he maps out their body with his hands. He traces along those angular patterns, smoothing his fingers over each bump and contour of Devil’s skin. Muscles twitch and relax underneath his touch, and those ink-like trails lead him past their stomach, fading away as they reach their groin. The last tendrils disappear into the coarse hair framing Devil’s impressive erection. Hwoarang wraps a hand around their waiting length, snapping his eyes back up to Devil’s face.
The way their lips curve around the soft moan they let out just makes something inside him crumble away that he didn’t even know he was holding back. He kisses down Devil’s neck, running his tongue over their jugular while slowly pumping his hand up and down their cock.
Devil throws their head back, exposing more of their neck to his hungry kisses as a sharp whimper leaves their lips.
Hwoarang shifts further up the bed, blindly groping in the general direction of his bedside drawer while keeping both his mouth and hand very busy. His knuckles smack against the smooth wood and it doesn’t take very long for him to rummage through his things and secure his prize.
Devil’s chest is heaving beneath him when he gives one last soft nip behind their ear before pulling back and sitting on his heels. Their attentive eyes watch his movements keenly. Hwoarang makes sure Devil can see the bottle of lube he’s holding while he rubs his hand over their side, teasing the line between their hipbone and the soft skin of their ass.
“...Yes…?”
Those bright eyes narrow in confusion before widening as they catch onto Hwoarang’s intentions. There’s a small rustle of feathers before Devil is nodding, grabbing onto the hand trailing across his hip and nudging it down lower. They spread their legs wider, grunting a little in impatience when Hwoarang just stares at them.
While he already had this goal in mind when he had straddled Devil’s lap, their lack of grumbling or any sort of complaint is still a pleasant surprise. Hwoarang would’ve thought Devil would’ve had more qualms about their positions. Maybe Devil just loves him that much.
Something tickles his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. A jet black wing is curving around their bodies, smacking him lightly as Devil reminds him of the agenda they had going on.
Hwoarang gives a soft laugh before getting a move on. He leans down close to Devil, kissing them gently as a way of apology as he slowly sinks a wet finger into them. A quiet whine is his reward. He feels it against his lips as Devil squirms beneath him. They buck their hips up when he curls his finger, urging him for more. Hwoarang obliges, and the second finger slides in with relative ease.
It’s tighter now. He can feel Devil’s muscles twitching around him, adjusting to the intrusion. Hwoarang draws back from him again. A desire to see all of Devil’s expressions and beautiful reactions fill him, tugging at his restraint. He takes a deep breath, to try to cool the raging need within.
Seeing those thighs quiver as he scissors his fingers, hearing the trembling gasps as he presses against their walls sends a sharp ache down between his legs. Devil is enjoying this. A lot. He eventually slips in a third finger, lightly brushing their prostate to distract them from the burn. Devil’s hips jerk upwards, a loud moan leaving their lips. Clawed hands scrabble downwards, trying to wrap themselves around the leaking erection in front of him. A sudden impulse shoots through him, and Hwoarang bats away those desperate hands.
A pitiful whine leaves Devil at that, looking down at him through the pleasurable fog that had overtaken their mind. They continue to try to paw at their own cock but Hwoarang doesn’t let them. His impulsive decision morphs into a more tangible desire— of wanting to make Devil cum on his own terms. The thought sends a shiver of arousal up his spine. Now to see if Devil wants to play along.
“Be a good boy and keep your hands still would you?”
Their heavy length twitches in front of him and he can see Devil’s pupils blow wide. There’s a small pout on their lips as they place their hands obediently onto the bed. Devil looks up at him in expectation despite their outward ‘distaste’ on the matter, as if waiting for a reward for their wordless acquiescence. A smirk makes itself known on Hwoarang’s lips. They could be as grumpy as they wanted, but the throbbing erection in front of him that had jumped as soon as ‘good boy’ had left his mouth didn’t lie.
Hwoarang continues pumping his fingers in and out of them, relishing in the tightness around him. Devil digs in their claws into the mattress, moving their hips in time with each push. Cheeky bastard. Devil looks up at him, the barest hint of a challenge in their eyes. Hwoarang can’t help but grin at them. He likes it. How bold they can be. It's different from being with Jin, who usually doesn't even think to touch himself during sex. He knows intimately the trust, and the affection involved in Jin giving himself so wholly to Hwoarang and his desires. It was a precious thing that Hwoarang would always treasure about him.
Jin had a way to so effortlessly make Hwoarang ache for him, cherish him whether deliberately or not. Devil, on the other hand, brought out another side to him. One that wanted to tease them senseless and absolutely wreck them.
The moans coming from Devil’s mouth get increasingly needier, their hips urging his fingers to go deeper, faster. It’s obvious that they’re getting impatient. He brings his hand around the bobbing cock before him. A gift in disguise as he sets a pace that he knows would drive them insane. He slowly strokes his hand up the shaft, squeezing slightly at the head just to watch the precum rise up from the slit and dribble over onto his fingers. It makes his strokes smoother, gliding up the velvety skin. Hwoarang can feel the thick vein on the side of Devil’s cock throbbing against his palm. He loves how torn Devil is: Forced to choose between chasing after the pleasure around their cock or deep inside them.
They make a strangled sound as their hips awkwardly jerk upwards, while trying to grind down at the same time. Hwoarang continues with his slow movements, soaking in the wanton noises coming from Devil while he brings them right to the edge. He can feel it. The muscles spasming around his fingers, the tension lining Devil’s sweaty body. He can hear it through the rising pitch of Devil’s voice, the gasping breaths as pleasure begins to cascade through them. Just before Devil reaches their peak, Hwoarang pulls out his fingers and wrenches his hand away from their cock.
Satisfaction and pure hedonistic delight burns through him as he watches Devil’s leaking cock twitch at the sudden loss, their wet hole squeezing down on emptiness. A confused cry leaves their lips and Hwoarang can almost hear the frustrated ‘why?!’ coming from Devil as they arch their back, searching for the last little bit of friction they needed while Hwoarang gives them nothing.
He waits until they’ve calmed down a bit, taking advantage of their sensitive body after coming so close to an orgasm to trail his hands up Devil’s stomach. He traces his fingers over those markings once more. If he had done it to set the mood earlier, he does it now to simply tease Devil and remind them of how close they were to cumming. Hwoarang lightly rubs over their nipples. He enjoys the little growl they make, body squirming against his touch before the sound peeters out into a small whine when he runs a hand over their neck.
A thready gasp leaves them when Hwoarang pinches their nipple. Those sharp teeth catch the soft moonlight slipping through the curtains. He can’t help but run a finger over their canines, feeling the razor-like edge catch on the pad of his thumb. Hwoarang presses slightly into them, feeling them prick his skin— dangerously close to drawing blood. Devil’s humid breath dampens his skin. Their claws stay by their sides despite the endless teasing Hwoarang had put them through. He thought Devil would’ve snapped for sure after edging them. Another sharp ache makes itself known between his legs, reminding him of his own pressing need that he had been ignoring. Hwoarang smiles down at them before trailing his fingers down his lips.
“You’re so cute when you’re this well behaved…”
Devil whines softly as he runs his hands down their sides.
“...and for being such a good boy for keeping your hands away from yourself.”
Their breathing stutters, and Hwoarang doesn’t miss the twitch of their leaking cock.
“I think you deserve a reward for listening so well.”
Devil nods vigorously, spreading their legs wider and raising their hips up in invitation. They’re so shamelessly eager for him and he loves it. It’s endearing, really. How easy it is to understand Devil’s desires and the direct means they use to achieve them. Hwoarang doesn’t dally any longer, drinking up the hungry stare Devil is fixing him with as he spreads lube on himself. Giving his cock a few quick tugs to take the edge off, Hwoarang lines himself up. He can’t help but rub his tip around the edge of Devil’s hole, just to hear their needy whine turn into a breathless moan when he finally, finally sinks into them.
A feverish heat spreads through him when he bottoms out. Their panting breaths mingle as Hwoarang marvels at the tightness surrounding him. He grits his teeth while Devil adjusts to him, muscles twitching, squeezing and sending pleasure straight through his cock and pooling hotly in his gut.
There’s a soft, ticklish sensation as Devil wraps their wings around him, pulling him closer as they reach out their claws. Hwoarang lets himself fall into Devil’s embrace, feeling the warm puffs of air against his skin as they kiss his shoulder. Careful hands run up his back, the feather light touches making him shiver before settling on the nape of his neck. Devil shudders against him as they bring their knees up, wrapping their legs around Hwoarang’s waist. The muscles involuntarily clenching around him makes him gasp, nuzzling into Devil’s neck. A beat passes and Devil relaxes against the bed, those powerful wings coming to rest against the sheets once more. Hwoarang tentatively pushes himself up, putting some distance between them to better admire Devil’s expression as he begins to move.
Their eyelashes flutter against their cheek, mouth parting just slightly as their breathing picks up. It’s a show of trust from Devil too, and Hwoarang knows it. He’s all too aware of the pedestal they’ve put him on and Hwoarang would forever treasure the utter devotion Devil has for him. Despite the rocky start between them, the thought of hurting Devil or squandering this budding romance with them makes his stomach churn. The thought of inadvertently hurting Jin as well is what really weighs on him. Those fears seem so trivial in the heat of the moment, with Devil’s wanton gaze looking up at him. A soft moan leaves them with each languid roll of his hips. Devil is enjoying this, and they’re not afraid to voice it.
Hwoarang meets their eyes, flashing them a smile before capturing their soft lips. He lets the burning heat of Devil’s body wash over him, emptying his mind and filling it with nothing but a desperate desire to seek out pleasure and to give it freely.
He thrusts harder, an audible smack coming from between them every time their hips meet. Devil cries out loud, breaking their kiss as those walls tighten deliciously around him. Hwoarang can’t help the deep groan leaving his own lips. He can hear Devil’s moans distinctly breaking into two syllables. The intonation is awfully familiar and something clicks when they grip onto his shoulders, looking up at him with shining eyes and pure bliss etched across their face.
Hwoa...rang…!
Devil was calling out for him.
Well, as best as they could. With their muteness and all.
A wildfire breaks loose inside of him at the realisation. Hwoarang nuzzles into their neck, mouthing at the soft skin as he raises Devil’s legs up higher. Each snap of his hips jostles the bed frame. Devil is moaning freely now— which they always have been; but there’s a different quality to their lustful cries now. A sort of complete immersion and uninhibited enjoyment as they become absolutely enraptured with the pleasure overtaking their senses.
“Yeah…? You want me? Show me. ”
Devil’s wings shift restlessly on the bed as they buck their hips up in time with his thrusts. It feels so good. Having those velvety soft walls clenching down him, quivering around him everytime he hits their sweet spot. Hwoarang pants heavily against Devil’s sweaty skin, his forehead damp from exertion. He feels the beginnings of his release creeping up to him, a flush spreading out from his cheeks and blooming on his chest.
Devil begins to tremble against him, their moans getting sharper. Strong arms pull him closer into their embrace. The hot, rigid line of Devil’s weeping cock presses up against his stomach and another dizzying shot of arousal wraps itself tightly around the growing pressure in his groin. He can feel their cock throbbing against him, sliding across the ridges of his flexing muscles with every thrust he makes. The slick sensation against his sensitive skin sends prickles of pleasure sparking through him, feeding the tension coiling within his body.
Rough palms slide down his back, making him shiver before digging into his waist. Devil mouths hotly at his neck, ghosting their fangs over his skin. The feeling makes him gasp and yet another impulsive decision crosses his mind.
He laves his tongue over Devil’s shoulder, a facsimile of the very same action they were doing to him now. Only Hwoarang beats them at their own game.
A startled whine comes from beneath him as he sinks his teeth into their skin. Hwoarang feels Devil’s muscles suddenly lock up before a ruined moan leaves them as they squirm against him, arching their back. Cum splatters between their stomachs and Hwoarang joins Devil a beat later. Pleasure flashes through him in a euphoric flood, filling his senses with a cloud of unbridled passion. He’s gasping for breath as Devil clenches down hard around him, grinding against his pulsing cock in a desperate effort to prolong the blinding pleasure buzzing through their nerves.
Devil eventually flops back down onto the bed, their chest heaving and looking by all means completely spent as they try and catch their breath. The pleasure dies down to a residual hum dancing through him. Hwoarang blinks blearily through the lingering haze in his head, tiredness settling comfortably into his bones. He admires the soft glow that Devil has from the heated flush on their skin for a moment before pulling out. Devil whimpers softly before reaching out for him, mess be damned.
There’s a small twinkle in their eyes as Hwoarang settles down into their arms. They share a soft smile, a small chuckle bubbling out of Hwoarang’s chest as Devil nuzzles their foreheads together, the tips of their noses kissing. The room around them dims, and this time Hwoarang is ready for those soft feathers wrapping around him, blanketing him in a veil of obsidian black.
It’s warm. Comforting. Safe.
Hwoarang is reminded of their first encounters together. The fear and pain associated with those memories. The dull ache that had arisen in his old scars is soothed by the closeness he shares now with Devil. They look at him, unbearably soft, full of what can only be described as pure adoration. It makes him melt inside, tilting his head to draw them into a gentle kiss.
Hwoarang thinks he could get used to this.