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Jeongin is standing with Hyunjin and Seungmin, bored out of his mind, half-listening to their heated debate on whether it was the Victorian era or the Edwardian era that had the greatest cultural impact in modern society – their debates acting as some sort of intellectual foreplay between them – when he feels the faintest indication in his gums that something is off.
Yongbok is up to something.
He stops tapping on the glass he holds loosely in his hand, its contents containing the same blood type as his mate, and cocks his head to the side. The thought occurs in his head instinctively, his body stiff in alert, but all he can hear is the constant bickering coming from Hyunjin and Seungmin, pointedly ignoring the cloud of arousal that lingers around them. Even straining his ears further towards the far end of the room, where Chan leans against the railing of the office balcony with Minho and Changbin, he comes up empty.
He could’ve sworn-
“Jeongin!” He jolts and looks over to where Hyunjin and Seungmin stare at him expectantly, the former arching an eyebrow and shaking his long black hair away from his face, pouty lips twisted in a scowl. Seungmin’s pink hair is perfectly straight and pushed back, exposing his sparkling eyes as he watches the way Jeongin flushes.
He lifts his glass up and takes a sip, eyebrow raised as he tries to act nonchalant. “Hmm?”
“He wasn’t even listening,” Hyunjin crosses his arms.
“I was!”
Seungmin doesn’t blink. “So, whose side are you on then?”
Jeongin closes his eyes.
Hyunjin taps his foot.
Fine. “I think you’re both wrong,” he ignores a gasp as he swallows another mouthful, trying to buy time, but he almost chokes when he feels another tingling sensation in his gums, teeth aching as a flash of pleasure engulfs him for a brief moment.
This is exactly how it feels when Felix is feeding-
He blinks.
Oh.
One of the side effects of a sire bond is being able to feel whenever their fledgling is consuming blood, whether from a human, vampire, etc – it's a vital evolutionary tactic that vampires have developed over the centuries to increase their chances of survival. A way for the sires to ensure their newly turned are getting enough food to sustain them through their first year of the Change. Gums tingling as sharp fangs descend, teeth aching when they tear through skin, and the burst of pleasure and relief as the blood trickles down one's throat.
His Yongbok was feeding. Without him.
But on who? Or what?
“Jeongin-ah!” Hyunjin. “Are you seriously ignoring us right now? You can’t ignore me, I practically raised you!”
“Jinnie, if anyone ‘raised’ him, it would not have been you.”
A gasp. “I did! I drove him to his first day of school-”
“It was part-time night college and you practically shoved him in the car.”
“-helped him get dressed-”
“Yeah and he pushed you away so hard you flew out the window and landed in a tree.”
“-and fed him when he was hungry-”
“He fed you when you were hungry.”
Hungry. Fed.
Another phantom ache pulses in his mouth.
Felix.
Jeongin bats away the hand that Seungmin had been intently waving in his face, and looks at Hyunjin as he rests his chin on Seungmin’s broad shoulder, his eyes glittering dangerously. He opens his mouth to no doubt continue with his and Seungmin’s – Jeongin sniffs the air and shudders – argumentative foreplay. Jeongin scrambles to think of some bullshit excuse he can use to escape when he suddenly feels his Maker’s call.
The timing could not be more perfect.
He bites back a grin and tosses back the rest of his drink. “Sorry hyungs, Daddy calls.” He bows and turns around, barely containing the smug smile he feels crawling on his face as he walks to where Chan awaits him.
“Kiss ass,” Seungmin mutters.
“Brat,” Hyunjin hisses.
Jeongin almost laughs until he notices the slight frown on Chan’s face where he stands with Minho and Changbin. Jeongin studies him for any other signs of unease. His Maker has his collarbone length hair tied back, stray brown curls loose and framing the sides of his face, and his usually bright eyes are dark as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth.
Jeongin was raised with manners, though, so he bows to Minho and Changbin first, letting out a cheery, “Hi hyungs,” as he does.
Changbin laughs and claps him on the shoulder, and then laughs even harder at the wince Jeongin can’t hide. His rosy cheeks reflect the same shade of red as his hair.
“Iyen-ah! How’s my favourite–” Seungmin squawks from across the room. “My second favourite dongsaeng? Missed me so much you had to come say hi, hmm?” Changbin lands a few hair ruffles in before Jeongin ducks away, but is stopped from escaping to the other side of Chan when a strong arm wraps around his neck and throws him to the ground.
“Hyung,” he grunts, punching Minho’s back in an attempt to get the centuries-old vampire off him. He gives up after 15 seconds and just stares, pleadingly, at a Chan who seems to be finding his own nails fascinating. He refuses to look at Changbin knowing what he knows about him and Minho. Information known against his own will.
“Once Minho has you horizontal, you’ve no choice but to lay there and take it.” Changbin had told him decades ago with a wink when they watched Minho in the boxing ring take out another opponent. Jeongin had groaned and hid his head in his arms. His hyungs… horizontal… together… he shuddered – the visual was too traumatizing for him.
“Minho,” Chan chides his first Turned gently, his voice high and inviting, like one trying to coax a cat into dropping a bird from its mouth.
Minho being the cat and Jeongin the bird, naturally.
Jeongin grunts as Minho digs his hands into his chest to propel himself up, pressing Jeongin’s back painfully against the plush carpet. His silver hair tickles Jeongin’s face as he presses a quick wet kiss to his forehead. He cackles as he leaps off and dances away to stand beside Changbin who, during the assault, had made his way to where Hyunjin and Seungmin now lounge on the velvet couch in the corner closest to the balcony. Minho looks back a few times to laugh, enjoying the way Jeongin grimaces and wipes at his forehead.
Chan reaches down to help Jeongin up just when another flash of ache and pleasure ripple through them both. Thrown off, Chan yanks too hard and Jeongin, also thrown off, loses his footing and stumbles into Chan who grips Jeongin’s arms to steady him.
“Hyung, do you feel it too?”
Chan nods, his eyes unfocused. “Yes. It’s Jisung.”
“Jisung?” Jeongin asks, shocked. Chan hums and nods again.
“I felt a brief flash of pain on his side of the bond, but then it disappeared…”
Jeongin furrows his brow as Chan meets with eyes that are suddenly clear and alert.
“I felt Yongbok minutes ago, around the same time you must've been with Jisung and it felt like-” He pauses, eyes blinking rapidly when a small phantom burst of liquid slides down his throat, as if he were the one drinking blood and not the young fledgling sequestered away somewhere in this manor.
He’s suddenly aware of how still Chan also becomes and when Jeongin turns to meet his Maker's eyes, they both reach the same conclusion without having to say a single word.
Felix is feeding on… Jisung? The thought alone would’ve alarmed them both, with Jisung being a mere human, but, judging by the gradual ease of Chan’s shoulders, Jisung isn’t in any serious distress.
And yet, they both know just how quickly situations involving vampires and humans can turn for the worse.
“Go,” Chan quietly urges, clasping a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder and tilting his head towards the door before he strides towards where the others are gathered, loudly proclaiming how he, personally, is in favour of the Victorian period. Hyunjin squeals in glee, laughing in Seungmin’s face as Seungmin dramatically collapses into Changbin’s arms, who then calls him a menace and tries unsuccessfully to throw him off. Minho sighs and watches all of them with a barely concealed smile on his face.
Their bi-weekly Clan Bahng meeting had ended an hour ago anyway and though the others (see; Hyunjin-hyung and Changbin-hyung) will whine and complain that they didn’t get to kiss him goodbye, Jeongin needs to leave.
He slips through the door and closes it quietly, silently sending thanks to Chan as he slinks away unnoticed. Jeongin cracks his knuckles and closes his eyes, letting his other senses guide him to wherever his fallen angel hides.
/|\^•⩊•^/|\ ❤️ /\^._.^/\
He finds the troublemakers quickly enough by following the pull of his mating bond with Felix and Jisung's heartbeat. They seem to be in the greenhouse – or rather, what was originally the greenhouse. Now it's been dubbed as the ‘Jilix Headquarters’ and it’s an invite only establishment. One that Jeongin will be breaking.
Like a predator stalking his prey, Jeongin prowls softly towards the door but doesn't make himself known. Not yet... He wants to listen first.
“Can you please stop moving so much?” Felix whispers, annoyed.
“You’re tickling me!” Jisung hisses back. “Why do you have to keep licking it?”
“I have to if we want to stimulate the area so more blood flows out-”
“The only thing I want stimulated is my prostate after Channie-hyung realizes someone else drank from me!”
A pause.
And then twin peals of laughter rings out, filling the softly lit room with such joy that Jeongin has to briefly close his eyes, letting their joint harmony wash over him. It amazes him how dull and grey his life before Felix, and Jisung, seems now. How he somehow managed to get through everyday without their bright light, he will never know.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Felix, asks gently. Now that Jeongin is closer to Felix, he can feel how worried his boy is for his friend.
A shuffling sound, and then a sigh. “Yeah man, I’m good, I promise. Though it did kinda suck you kept missing the vein, you’re worse than any school nurse I’ve ever had.”
“Hey! It’s not my fault you squirm so much!”
“Well sor-ry if I couldn’t keep still when two small,” he ignores Felix’s indignant squawk, “pointy things pierce my sweet sensitive neck and start draining me of my life source.”
Felix mutters something, and Jeongin smiles as he pictures the pout on his face. His tiny Yongbok with his tiny hands and tiny fingers and tiny fangs. Jeongin and Jisung are the only ones who get away without bodily harm when they tease him about it.
“Do you really think Jeongin will come? It’s been eight minutes since you bit me.”
“He will.” Felix sounds so sure and confident, like there is no world where Jeongin wouldn't come for him. And he’d be right. “He’ll come once both him and Chan realize what we’ve been up to.” He sounds excited by thought, and both him and Jisung start giggling to each other, whispering too low for Jeongin to hear them.
Ah, I see, Jeongin thinks wryly, I see now.
There was a reason Felix fed without the presence of Jeongin. A reason why Jisung let another vampire bite him. They both knew better.
Jeongin’s baby chick wanted to be eaten by a fox, and Chan’s little squirrel wanted to be devoured by the big bad wolf.
Jeongin presses his tongue against his cheek, considering. He is rather hungry. Starving, actually.
But most importantly, vampire or not, he is simply just a man.
So, Jeongin waits for a beat after the laughter dies down before he finally makes his presence known by stepping through the threshold of the door, face blank as he takes in the state of the two boys intertwined on the couch.
“And just what are you two doing?” Felix’s head whips so fast, if he was still human, his neck would’ve snapped with the force. Jisung squeaks from where he lies underneath him.
Jeongin notes that he will have to work harder in training his fledgling, if he could sneak up on him this easily. Though, he does enjoy the startled expression Felix makes when Jeongin does manage to surprise him. A predator scenting fear from his prey, even if said prey reminds him everyday just how much of a brat he really is – his eyes seem to permanently sparkle with warmth and mischief.
Jeongin had been walking past a cafe late at night when he caught the attention of a beautiful human boy sitting on a bench, encased in a yellow glow from the flickering streetlight. Their eyes met, and Jeongin had almost recoiled. He felt like he was staring at the sun for the first time in 100 years. Those eyes, as they do now, shined with the spark of a playful kitten and the promise of everlasting devotion. And imagine his surprise when his sunshine came with a thunderstorm; his voice deep and dark, and its vibrations had echoed around in Jeongin’s head even hours later. His angelic face paired with that voice was a devastating blend that left Jeongin defenceless, disarmed – something Jisung calls the Felix effect. Apparently, no one is safe from it.
“Yennie,” Felix breathes out now, drinking him in as if it hasn’t been a mere two hours since they’ve been apart.
So, Jeongin does the same, naturally.
Felix is wearing a long sleeve plaid shirt which hangs askew, showcasing the delicate points of his shoulders, and unbuttoned to reveal a black tank top that does nothing to hide how pebbled his nipples are already. Straight, shoulder length blonde hair is tied half-up with some strands falling down to frame his freckled face. He’s barely wearing any makeup – a sheen of pink glosses over his lips and specks of glitter shine on his eyelids. Beautiful.
Jeongin steps further into the room, allowing his own boy a look. “Yongbok,” he breathes out, rolling the name off his tongue and savouring how the letters shape his mouth.
He watches the pleased expression cross his angel's face when he realizes Jeongin is wearing the outfit he picked out for him recently, gushing that the yellow lace up knit would look beautiful against Jeongin’s ginger hair. His hair, though not as long as Felix’s, is wavy today and curls past his jaw, almost touching the collar of his jumper. He paired the oversized top with the baggy denim ‘jorts’ he knew made him look so soft, so human and boyish… for being over a century old, that is.
Taking advantage of Felix’s momentarily distraction, the human he has pinned against the couch scrambles away; his rapid breathing fills the otherwise silent room as he runs towards Jeongin (who, admittedly, forgot he was even there).
“Jeongin-ah, he bit me,” Jisung wails, stopping a few feet in front of Jeongin, jabbing a finger over his shoulder in Felix’s direction. “See?” He twists his arm to show the bite mark Felix left on his bicep, blood dripping down as the muscle moves and flexes.
“It was only a love bite!” Felix shoots back, jutting his bottom lip out in a full pout. He makes a show of swiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and sucks on it lightly.
Jeongin stares at them both, thoroughly amused. “My baby has never done anything wrong in his life, hyung.”
Though to play along with their ruse, he does bend down to inspect the bite, allowing a half sympathetic hmmm before he steps around him to head towards Felix. His way of effectively dismissing Jisung as okay. The bite was clearly surface level, barely a scratch.
“He’s done nothing wrong?!” Jisung splutters, opening his mouth to say more when he abruptly pauses.
Jeongin smiles, waiting.
“Yah, Jeongin-ah! I told you not to say ‘hyung’ like that, you know I hate when you say it like that!”
Felix giggles as Jisung whines about how they both suck, literally, and he’s going to find Channie hyung because, “he’s a way better vampire than you two!” He stomps away, still ranting all the way down the corridor, most definitely pouting.
Regardless of Jeongin being older, Jisung still insists that Jeongin refer to him as hyung. He argues that if Jeongin wants to blend in with modern society he must abide by modern rules, and those rules say that Jeongin, being only 23 when he was turned, must call Jisung, a 24 year old human, hyung. Jeongin agreed, but not because he found Jisung intimidating. He agreed because Jisung was dating the one vampire Jeongin would never intentionally piss off: Chan, his Maker.
The irony doesn’t fail him that Jeongin’s own fledgling has no such hesitance in trying to rile him up. Brat.
When Jeongin finally reaches the couch where Felix lounges, he taps him on one of his knees, exposed from the sizable rip in his jeans, and gently caresses the warm, smooth skin.
“Jeongin.” Felix makes grabby hands at Jeongin, his eyes wide and pitiful. “Come.”
“But I’m right here, baby.” He smiles, because how could he not.
Felix grumbles. “Still too far.”
Jeongin laughs, loud and utterly fond. He’s always been one to smile and laugh easily, but it all comes so much more naturally and effortlessly around his mate. He watches Felix bare his teeth, looking more like an angry kitten than an actual apex predator and Jeongin wants to giggle again.
God he needs to touch him.
And since he can, he does.
/|\^•⩊•^/|\ ❤️ /\^._.^/\
They’ve been lazily trading kisses for awhile now, Felix still sitting on the couch and Jeongin bent over him, when Jeongin pulls back to whisper through his numb, slick lips. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
He stands up and waits, watching as Felix leans back and adjusts his position, uncrossing his legs so each foot is placed firmly on the floor. His toes wiggle cutely in the cat printed socks Minho gave him last Christmas.
Only once he can see Felix is settled does he descend onto his lap; looping his arms around his neck and digging his knees into the cushions on either side of Felix’s hips. The minute Jeongin sits and makes contact with Felix’s body he lets out a happy sigh, which Felix mirrors. Its torture when they are apart – both aware of an emptiness inside them that can’t be filled until they are together again.
Fellix’s eyes flutter close and Jeongin marvels for the nth time that this beautiful boy is his. His long eyelashes brush against the freckles that kiss every corner of his face, his pouty lips wet and set in a soft line.
A smile that Jeongin intends to wipe clean within the next few minutes.
“Angel,” he calls softly. “Look at me.”
When Felix opens his eyes Jeongin drags a single finger down the length of his face, tilting his chin up so they can look at each other. My angel, he mouths.
If Felix could purr right now, he would be.
“Comfy?” Jeongin laughs, seeing the dopey smile on Felix’s face. He shifts his hips slightly upwards and his lips twist when he feels Felix’s dick twitch.
Felix nods, lolling his head to the side so he can stare at Jeongin from under his lashes. “Mhm. Y-yeah,” he says, releasing a shaky breath.
“Good,” Jeongin murmurs, leaning forward so he can brush his lips against Felix’s ear, holding back his own groan as his ass brushes against Felix’s semi-hard cock. “But don’t get used to it.” Felix eyes widen before his head snaps back, a guttural moan ripping out of his throat as Jeongin grinds down hard.
Felix’s hands shoot out to hold onto Jeongin’s hips to steady himself. His fingers are trembling. “Jeongin,” he gasps, his plump lips parted so obscenely that Jeongin can’t stop himself from stealing an open mouthed kiss, but he pulls away when Felix leans in for more.
“‘Jeongin’?” He hums disapprovingly. “That’s not what you call me.” He swirls his hips in a tight figure eight, feeling his own cock start to harden, pleasure shooting up his back.
He fists some of Felix’s hair in his hand and tugs, forcing Felix to look up at him. “What do you call me, angel?” Jeongin snaps his hips forward again and he licks a stripe from the bottom of Felix’s neck all the way to his jaw and back down again. He mouths along Felix’s left carotid artery and groans softly when he feels his fangs lengthen, the sweet ache of them finally free.
Felix inhales sharply but doesn’t respond. Jeongin’s poor baby's head is probably full of cotton right now, unable to form a coherent thought.
“Yongbok-ah,” Jeongin’s voice is muffled as he teases the tip of his fangs against Felix’s neck, “I’ll give you what you want, baby.” His voice softens, shushing him when Felix starts to whimper. “You know what I want to hear.” He swirls his hips again and this time lets out his own moan in the junction between Felix's shoulder and neck.
Come on angel, say it.
Felix pants dumbly, his mouth opening and closing. Jeongin pulls back to watch how saliva pools behind his bottom lip, some spilling out corners and his own mouth starts to water just looking at how wrecked and gorgeous his boy is.
Felix is starting to break. Jeongin can tell by the way his whole body is trembling, his head tilting towards the ceiling with tears brimming in his eyes, constantly letting out quiet Ah ah ah’s that sound like music to Jeongin’s ears.
One particular angle has Jeongin groaning, sparks of pleasure-pain as his bare cock rubs roughly against the seam of his jorts. The temptation to keep going until they both cum is high but he needs to concentrate. This isn’t about him. It’s about Felix, and Jeongin knows exactly what he needs.
His baby needs his-
“Hyung,” Felix sobs out on a rough thrust, fingers digging into Jeongin’s lower back.
Jeongin hides his smile against his neck. Good boy.
“Hyungie please –please– yes yes yes!” His cry abruptly cuts off as Jeongin strikes at his neck, fangs digging in so deep, it hits an artery. Relief and ecstasy floods both their systems as Jeongin’s venom dances with Felix’s own.
Jeongin lets out a moan as the first taste of his fledgling’s blood coats his tongue. He remembers just how heavenly Felix’s blood tasted as a human, so heavenly that Jeongin was convinced he was an actual angel. But now, Jeongin thinks Felix’s blood tastes even better. The vampiric blood that flows through Felix’s veins mirrors what lies in his.
It tastes like them both. Perfect.
Blood streams down Felix’s neck, soaking his shirt and Jeongin’s chin in a dark crimson hue as Jeongin pulls away. They’re both completely covered. Just the way they like it.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” Felix chants when Jeongin lets up the pressure on his groin and he wastes no time frantically rutting against Jeongin’s crotch, whining as he finally gets the friction he needs. Jeongin leaves open mouth kisses against his jaw, his hand petting his head encouragingly. The scent of arousal and sweat is so thick and heavy in the air that Jeongin can pretty much taste it alongside the sweet blood on his tongue.
A shame for Felix that they’re not done yet.
He waits until Felix is close to unravelling – whimpers becoming frantic as his hips set a brutal, uncoordinated pace – and that’s exactly when Jeongin presses their bodies together again, halting any movement. Cutting him off right at the peak.
“N-no!” Felix gasps, almost yelling. “Hyung, why.”
“Oh, angel…” He tilts Felix’s head against the back of the sofa so they can look at each other. Wide pleading eyes met with sharp faux sympathy, and Jeongin lets out a quiet laugh. “Now what makes you think,” his grip tightens in Felix’s hair, “that you’re allowed to cum, hmm?” He leans back and arches an eyebrow. He sees the words sink in when Felix’s mouth drops in disbelief.
He’s never even denied an orgasm, spoiled since the day they met. Jeongin melts so easily for him, and he always gets what he wants.
But not this time.
Felix’s face crumples with heartbreak and Jeongin immediately softens, letting out a reassuring coo as he lifts the hand that isn’t entangled in Felix’s hair and gently rubs his thumb against his beautiful tearstained cheek. He stares at his glistening digit before sucking it into his mouth, moaning as salty desperation hits his taste buds. He takes it out with an obnoxious pop, humming to himself.
Felix watches him and lets out a whimper.
Jeongin can feel how hard his cock still is, both of theirs twitching through their clothing, eager to be together just as their owners always crave to be.
“Baby, baby,” Jeongin whispers. He traces the marks he left on the side of Felix’s neck with his wet thumb, digging a nail in one of the wounds. His cock pulses when Felix mewls from the pain.
“Is this how you bit Jisung, angel?” He causally asks.
Felix blinks, once. Twice. “What?”
Jeongin pokes at the other puncture mark so two paths of red flow down the side of Felix’s neck. “Is this how you two did it – with you crawling in his lap? Or did you spread your legs for him?”
Felix frantically shakes his head as Jeongin, holding eye contact, skims a hand down Felix’s neck, over his collarbones and all the way down until he hovers over where Felix is aching the most.
“Did he,” he drags a finger along the outline of Felix’s cock, “touch you here?”
“No! He didn’t – we didn’t. Hyung,” Felix pleads, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “I’m your angel, just your angel, no one else’s. Just yours.” He lets out a sharp cry when Jeongin quickly unzips his jeans and takes out his cock, noting with amusement that they both went commando.
When Jeongin looks down, he moans.
“God baby, you’re soaked.”
Felix whines as Jeongin roughly jerks him off, his eyes rolling back in relief and hips frantically fucking into that delicious tight grip Jeongin gives him. The red tip of his dick is swollen, nearly purple, and so, so wet. Jeongin can’t help himself from tracing along the rigid veins that weave along the shaft and he has to swallow hard when he sees thick clumps of precome glistening in curly brown hair.
People might be shocked to learn that Jeongin’s mate, though soft and feminine in appearance, has never waxed or shaved – only going so far as to trim when it grows a tad unruly. He prefers to be natural, and Jeongin goes feral for it. His mouth waters as he imagines shoving his face in the hair there, inhaling the pure scent of Felix, the musk, the sweat. He moans as he watches steady beads of pearly white drip down like a waterfall and he just – snaps.
He needs Felix in his mouth, now.
Before Felix can protest at the lack of sudden warmth, Jeongin is off the couch and swinging him in his arms, cradling Felix’s head and pressing it against his neck. Once he feels Felix is settled he takes off towards their bedroom, journeying up three floors to their destination in mere seconds – never more thankful for his inhuman speed.
Once in their room, he gently puts Felix down, righting him when he starts to sway on his feet.
God, his baby looks so wrecked with his long golden hair drenched with sweat, his neck covered with blood, perky nipples hard and poking through his black tank top. His eyes blink blearily around their room, mind still floating among the clouds.
Somewhere along the way, his jeans disappeared and Jeongin, not one to question these things, takes a second to admire Felix’s small but strong calves, his creamy thighs dusted with hair, and his poor cock – head flushed angry and dripping an obscene amount of precome.
Jeongin kisses him lush on the mouth, swallowing down every shaky whimper and drawn out moan Felix lets out. When he goes to pull away, Felix catches his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, hard enough that a bead of blood instantly wells up.
Jeongin groans when Felix eagerly laps at the cut, his own dick pressing eagerly against the cold metal of his zipper. A more pressing need hits him, though, when he looks down at Felix’s weeping cock and he’s hit with the same flash of urgency he felt in the greenhouse.
“Angel.” He can hear how desperate he sounds, but he doesn’t care. Felix hears it too by the way he pulls his head back to look up at him, eyebrows furrowing together.
Jeongin starts to pant as he looks from Felix’s searching eyes back to his cock, and he stays there. Staring at the hard member in front of him his body feels heavy, his brain full of mush and want and he can feel the way his throat goes dry as if the only solution is stuffing it full of musk and salt and Felix -
Jeongin’s knees buckle and he collapses to the floor, moaning when his knees hit the ground hard, the sting a welcome pain. He kneels before Felix like the good Catholic boy he used to be, this position coming to him like second nature. A devotee worshiping his God.
Except now, he's traded God for an Angel.
“Jeongin,” a gasp sounds from above him as Jeongin surges forward to press his face against inner thighs covered in light brown freckles. He rubs his face against the downy skin, moaning softly when tiny hands fist in his hair and tug his head up.
Blearily, he sees the outline of Felix above him. Jeongin gazes prettily through his lashes, meeting warm brown orbs that flash a crimson red. “Please,” he says as he tugs on the shirts that hide his boy from him. Off. He almost protests when the hand in his hair disappears, but he bites his tongue when Felix quickly sheds himself of both the flannel and the black tank top, completely naked.
Jeongin will never get over how beautiful Felix is. From his sharp collarbones to his small pink nipples, the shape of his hips and his tiny waist that Jeongin loves to hold and squeeze, all the way down to the defined muscles on his abdomen that lead to a line of hair – hair that loops around his bellybutton and into his pubic hair. And there, nestled like a precious gem, his cock stands.
“Please, angel. I need-”
He doesn’t elaborate, but he doesn’t need to.
Felix always knows what he needs when he gets like this.
Felix swoops the hair out of Jeongin’s face and once again grabs a handful. “Hyung can have what he needs, hyung always can.”
Jeongin moans and closes his eyes and drops his mouth open, tongue rolling out. He waits with his hands resting on the top of his knees, back straight. A perfect Catholic boy. Except this time he’s not kneeling to pray to God or to confess his sins.
He hasn’t since the day he was Turned.
Even after begging for it, he almost jolts back when he feels something heavy slap against his tongue. He moans when the first burst of salt settles in his mouth, and he whines a little, wanting more, needy with it.
“Open.” A command said softly, so softly.
He drops his jaw and almost cries with relief when Felix feeds him his cock, the hard intrusion a welcome weight. He wraps his hands around the back of Felix’s thighs and presses him closer, shoving his cock almost to the back of his throat. Felix gasps and then groans, tightening his fingers in Jeongin’s hair as he tentatively bullies more of his dick down his throat with every encouraging hum Jeongin makes.
Please use me. Use me until all I can feel is you imprinted in my throat and all I can taste is you on my tongue, until every sense is just you.
Jeongin ends up with his nose pressed against Felix’s pelvic bone, his eyes rolling back when Felix’s cock brushes the back of his throat. It throbs in his mouth and pulses out more precome that coats Jeongin’s teeth, his tongue, the inside of his cheeks. Spit and salt escape the sides of his mouth and his eyes water, even if he doesn’t technically need to breathe.
He’s in heaven, if heaven was just Felix and Felix’s cock in Jeongin’s mouth.
“O-oh fuck.” Felix’s fingers twist and jerk sporadically in Jeongin’s ginger hair as he swallows around Felix's cock, his throat tightening deliciously. “I’m - ‘m so c-close please, don’t wanna,” he thickly cries out and Jeongin can feel his legs start to tense up and then tremble, the telltale sign he’s close.
“Hyung!”
Panic floods their bond and like a switch that’s been turned on, Jeongin’s eyes flash crimson and he quickly pulls away with a gasp. He’s off his knees in a second, legs trembling slightly, and he clutches Felix’s arms, worried.
“Felix?” He looks Felix from head to toe, and when he doesn’t find anything amiss, his eyes dart around the room again, nothing seems out of place.
“Hyung.” His head whips back to Felix, worry dissipating when he sees the swirl of need and arousal in his eyes. “Didn’t want to, not yet.” He takes Jeongin’s hand and places it on his stomach, right above the bellybutton – Jeongin’s head fills with static when he sees how big one of his hands are against Felix’s slim waist.
“Here. Need you here,” Felix whimpers, his lips red and swollen in a pout. “Please. Didn't wanna cum yet. Need you here.”
Jeongin tilts his face to the ceiling and closes his eyes.
He takes one breath, maybe two.
Jesus Christ, he’s going to be the death of me.
Embracing said death, Jeongin leans down and whispers against the swell of Felix’s trembling bottom lip, “Is that what you want, baby? You wanna cum with my cock inside your tiny cunt?”
At Felix's frantic nod, Jeongin pulls away from him and puts distance between them. He ignores the way Felix lets out an unhappy whine, and stops when he feels the end of the bed bump against the back of his knees. He starts to unravel the lace ties that keep his already oversized top from falling down his shoulders, lifting a hand when Felix moves towards him.
“No, angel.” He shrugs off the loosened jumper, letting the fabric slide down – teasing Felix with the jut of his collarbones, the curve of both his shoulders, and the swell of his pecs – allowing his boy a look before he goes to lift it over his head.
Felix lets out a frustrated whine, small fists clenched, but his breath catches in his throat when Jeongin throws the yellow knit across the room and reclines back on his arms, pressing firmly on the bed for support.
He stares unashamedly at Jeongin’s exposed chest and waist like a man starving: his glassy eyes roaming over muscle and swine, lingering on his dusky nipples that harden in the chill of the room, and pausing to stare at the hard ridges of his abdomen. He licks his lips.
My little muscle slut, Jeongin thinks fondly. Always so eager to rub and knead and pinch and bite any muscle he sees.
“Please,” whispers Felix, fingers twitching at his side as if not touching Jeongin is driving him crazy. “Please hyung- can I?”
He staggers forward in relief when Jeongin hums and beckons him with a tilt of his head, dropping to his knees and wasting no time reaching for the zipper of Jeongin’s jorts, nimble fingers working fast and urgent, as if he’s scared Jeongin will stop him.
Felix moans when he sees that Jeongin isn't wearing anything underneath and nuzzles his face into Jeongin’s bare thigh. His tongue pokes out as he rubs his face closer to the hard dick in front of him, desperate for a taste.
“Ah ah,” Jeongin chides, cupping Felix’s jaw with his hand, fingers brushing along Felix’s bottom lip. “Not today, baby. Only good boys get to suck cock.” The ‘and you are not a good boy’ hovers unspoken between them.
Felix pouts, frustration making his voice even deeper. “I am good.” He flushes with guilt when Jeongin raises an eyebrow and looks away, grumbling about how it was Jisung's idea, really, it's not his fault.
Jeongin laughs, smitten.
“If you’re so good,” he lets something other enter his voice, red bleeding into his eyes as he grins ruefully. “Stand up and show me how much you fucking want it.”
Felix raises his head and stares open mouth at Jeongin, his lips set in a perfect ‘o’ as he scrambles to his feet. His eyes are already starting to unfocus as he bypasses Jeongin to crawl into the middle of the bed, sitting cross legged and waiting for more instructions. His breathing deepens as Jeongin twists his body around to just.. watch him.
He knows what him using that voice, the Maker voice, does to Felix. Jeongin rarely bosses him around, he rarely uses a firm tone with him.
But that’s the point of all this, isn't it? The reason why Felix and Jisung executed this whole plan was to make their mates jealous. Playing with fire so they can happily burn.
“Hands and knees, baby.” Jeongin stands up and sheds the rest of his clothes off, haphazardly throwing everything on the floor as he watches Felix follow his order in a daze, his eyes still holding a glossy sheen, lips open in a part as he starts to pant in anticipation, spit gathering in the corners of his mouth.
Jeongin doesn’t bother holding in a groan when his eyes roam over the shape of Felix’s body once he’s in position. Hands and knees planted firmly on the stark white duvet, head hanging between his shoulders, his long blonde hair dragging on the pillow.
Jeongin swallows hard the longer he stares at Felix– his small and perfect ass, freckled and flushed with a peachy hue. The dimples in his lower back, the delicate line of his spine, sharp shoulder blades that lead up to his delicate curve of his neck, and the hint of his jaw shadowed by his hair. Jeongin’s mouth waters as red trickles down the side of Felix’s neck.
He’ll be with Felix for the rest of his life and yet, he will never grow tired of the view before him, never will he not pinch himself for the gift God has given him.
“Iyen, please,” Felix whines, growing impatient, wiggling his ass in emphasis. He lets out a yelp that tapers off into a moan when Jeongin gives him a light smack on the apex between his inner thigh and left ass cheek.
“Be patient.”
Felix pouts. “I’m always patient.”
He hums in response and, ignoring Felix’s confused trill, presses in the middle of Felix’s back, guiding him down so his upper chest lays flat against the bed with his hips remaining up, ass high in the air. Presenting for his hyung.
Felix is pliant, deliciously malleable as Jeongin gently moves his head to rest on the silk pillow, brushing his thumb along the soft edges of his jaw. Felix hums, closes his eyes and melts further into the mattress, already mouthing at the pillowcase as his small hands grip onto the vertical wooden pillars their headboard has in front of him.
His body knows what this position means by now, he knows the routine and he follows it like a step-by-step manual: hold on tight to the headboard, have a pillow ready to bite (also helps in muffling his screams so he doesn’t wake a certain human up at odd hours of the night), and firmly dig knees into the mattress for balance, making sure to spread his legs so Jeongin can slot between them easily.
In this position Felix looks downright sinful, in the most angelic of ways, with his milky skin covered in constellations, sweat, and blood, and his tight cunt winking at him. Jeongin can’t wait any longer. He needs to be in him, now.
Felix must think so, too. “Please, please.” He wiggles his ass again, as if to make his point.
“I haven’t prepped you yet, angel,” Jeongin says as he starts to climb on the bed. His hard cock bobs against his navel, pearly white precome frothing at the slit. He lolls his head back with a groan as he wraps a hand around himself, thumbing at the head and biting his lip as pleasure shoots up his spine.
“I don’t need prepping, I don’t want it! I told you I’m ready now!” Felix shoots out.
Jeongin abruptly drops his hand from his cock. Oh, he thinks amused, so that’s how he wants to be.
“Is that right?” Felix stills at Jeongin’s tone and he physically flattens himself more into the mattress when he feels Jeongin crawl over his body, caging him in.
“Yongbok-ah, did you touch yourself earlier?” Felix shakes his head. Jeongin pauses, considers. His eyes flash a crimson that matches the colour that stains Felix’s neck. “No? Hmm.” He lowers his head closer so his lips brush the edge of Felix’s ear, lowering his voice as he reaches his right arm down between their bodies, putting more of his weight into his left so he can balance himself. Felix lets out a sigh when Jeongin caresses his hand over his ass – the perfect shape of it in his big hands – but that sigh then turns into a high pitched moan when Jeongin drags his thumb over Felix’s eager hole, feeling the way it clenches and pulses. “Was it Jisung? Did you beg for his fingers like you beg for my cock?”
Not a second goes by after asking the question does he hear a warning growl echo inside his head followed by a faint cry, human-like. He winces and sends a silent apology to his hyungs, reasons varying. Seems like Felix’s hole isn’t the only one that’s about to be wrecked.
He shakes his head and refocuses when he feels the boy underneath him start to rock against his thumb, mewling every time the digit almost slips in. Jeongin shudders seeing his mate so into it, so desperate for something to fill him, greedy with it.
“Please touch my pussy, please hyung, please. No one else has touched my pussy, only you–no one else, I swear.” Felix is in a frenzy, frantically rutting his cock against the mattress while also pushing back, moaning wantonly at the double friction.
Jeongin lifts up and rocks back on his heels, left hand slotting itself against the small curve of Felix’s hip as his right thumb continues to tease his hole. Never quite going fully in, just circling the rim and letting the tip of the finger dip in. His eyes feel heavy as he watches, enthralled, by the way pink glistening flesh tries to suck him in, body thrumming with so much fucking need he feels crazy, especially with every moan and gasp and ah hyung ah Felix chants out.
He lazily drags his gaze and lets out an agonized groan seeing the pool of drool on the pillow Felix bites into, his little fangs ripping holes into the silk fabric. His moans are muffled but still so loud and his hips pick up in speed, breath hitching wetly. The sheets must be soaked by now. Jeongin’s mouth waters at the thought of how wet Felix’s cock must be.
“Hywngf,” Felix unlatches his jaw from the pillow and turns his face up so he can look at Jeongin, his eyes wide and pleading and filled with tears. “ Wan’ it, wan’ yuh,” he pleads in English, words slurring together as spit and his accent wraps around his words thickly. He’s starting to get frustrated by being denied for so long, rocking back harder against Jeongin’s long thumb until it finally pops in.
“Ah,” Felix arches back with a sharp gasp, relieved to finally have something in him. “Fuck, yes- mmmf.” Jeongin pants as he stares at the way Felix’s hole accepts him, and he takes the hand that was loosely clutching Felix’s hip to wrap around his throbbing dick, jerking himself off in time with the pace Felix sets.
If he was feeling nice, he’d add another finger, and then another. Fucking into him slowly, making sure his fluttering cunt is stretched and ready for him, lube trickling down his fingers to the crook of his elbow. If he was feeling nice, he’d kneel before Felix’s peachy ass and trace his tongue where he needs him most, licking into that pulsing, hot, wet heat until all he can taste is salt and Felix. If he was feeling nice, maybe he’d even let Felix cum a couple times, by fingers or tongue, and let the warmth of release make his body nice and limp before Jeongin drives his cock home.
As it is, Jeongin is not feeling so nice.
“You want my cock so bad, angel?” He almost sneers, letting out an amused huff when Felix mewls and rubs his head up and down on the pillow, pushing back urgently. “Yeah?”
Jeongin looks around the room for lube, water, oil – anything would work, but finds nothing within arms reach. And he’d be damned to leave his boy right now, when he needs him most. Felix might like a bit of pain here and there, but no lube and barely any prep is not something Jeongin feels comfortable with. Not when it comes to his Yongbok. Vampire healing be damned.
He’s thinking about reluctantly getting up to hunt down some fucking lube when a scent of sweetness snaps his eyes to look at Felix, who, at somepoint, must’ve bit his lip so hard it started to bleed. He stares at the liquid as it runs down his pink bottom lip, Felix’s tongue swiping over but unable to catch it all. A droplet falls onto the pillow, joining the spit and sweat.
Spit and sweat and blood.
“You want my cock, yeah?” He repeats, an idea forming as he removes his hand from Felix’s waist and brings it up to his mouth. “I’ll give it to you baby, shhh, angel it’s okay.” He coos as Felix starts to whine in frustration, digging his teeth deeper into the pillow once again.
Jeongin feels a haze bleed into his eyes when his fangs elongate and he wastes no time in striking at his own wrist. He fills his mouth for a few seconds before extracting his teeth, jaw snapping shut to hold it all in, and wraps his now-bloodied hand over his thick shaft, letting out a soft moan. Only once every inch is completely covered in crimson does he move forward to hover his face over Felix’s ass, carefully taking his thumb out – to Felix’s utter dismay judging by the grunt he lets out – and parts his lips open.
Felix gasps out an, “Oh my god,” at the feeling of the warm blood trickling into his small cunt, running across each cheek and down his thighs. He starts rocking his ass into the air, pleading. “Need you, hyung need you now. Please please please.”
Jeongin leans back on his heels again and straightens his back, knees digging heavily into the mattress. He roughly slaps Felix’s left cheek once, relishing in his sharp yelp that ends with another silent plea, then slaps his other cheek before gripping both sides of his hips. Jeongin flexes his fingers, feeling the bones grind together. So small, his Yongbok, so frail seeming.
But Jeongin knows he can take it. He always takes Jeongin so well.
Both hold their breath when they feel the blunt tip of Jeongin’s cock nudge against Felix’s rim.
Jeongin has to bite his lip the deeper he pushes in and then has to bite down even harder when Felix lets out a whimper, his hole is opening up so beautifully and needy.
They both moan in unison when the head is greedily sucked inside, Jeongin’s cock twitching out a spurt of precome.
“Fuck,” Jeongin whispers, watching the way Felix’s cunt flutters around him, sticky with blood and so, so warm.
“Jeongin.” He snaps his eyes up when he hears Felix sigh, watching the way he buries his face in the ruined pillow, eyes shut and a small content smile on his plush lips. Always so satisfied to be full, to have Jeongin inside him.
He feeds his cock in more until he’s halfway and pauses to give Felix time to adjust. And to give himself time to adjust, too. This never gets any less overwhelming, being inside his mate, feeling him pulse and clench tightly around him. It was unbearable when Felix was human, having to be so gentle with him, and habits can be hard to crush. Even knowing his angel is no longer as breakable, he still feels the need to go slow at first.
Yet, Jeongin himself can only be so patient. He adjusts his grip on Felix’s waist for a steadier hold, readying his hips, when he hears Felix mumble something unintelligible. Jeongin leans closer, grunting when his cock slides in more with the movement.
“Hmm?”
Felix sighs again, but this time it no longer sounds content.
“Are you going to actually fuck me or should I ask Minho hyung or Changbin hyung to instead?” Jeongin gapes as Felix turns his head slightly to look back at him, eyes twinkling. “Or maybe both?”
Oh, Jeongin thinks viciously, his fingers gripping harder onto Felix’s hip bones, oh you fucking brat.
“Yeah?” Jeongin growls and thrusts in hard, bullying the rest of his cock to the hilt, pelvic bone smacking harshly against freckled skin. Felix gasps, his mouth hanging open and fingers turning stark white as he grips onto the headboard. He starts to nibble at his forearm instead of the pillow and blood trickles down, splattering brightly against their white sheets.
Jeongin barely pulls back before he pounds in again, setting an unrelenting pace. “Doesn’t matter whose cock it is, as long as you’re stuffed full, mmm?” Felix shakes his head as if to protest but he moans, wet gasps escaping every time he tries to speak.
Jeongin’s ears are ringing, the tight wet heat making him go insane, pleasure spreading from his hips upwards. He won’t last long, he never does. Neither of them do, so their fucking tends to be short but frequent. Their highest number of rounds in one night was close to 12.
“O-only hyung’s, ah ah, hyungies cock.” Felix finally chokes out, but then he breaks out into a high pitched whine, wood cracking in his hands when Jeongin grinds his hips up.
“There,” Jeongin murmurs to himself, “found it.” He slows down but fucks in harder, keeping the same position to hit that spot, groaning every time Felix gasps and clenches. “God, baby, your cunt is so tight.” He pants, his cock pulsing uncontrollably and he feels the telltale sign of him getting close, that warm spread in his lower belly and his balls wanting to tighten.
Being inside Felix is Heaven as much as it is Hell. Fucking into his tight hole and trying not to cum right away? Agony.
Felix lets out a startled moan and lifts his head up. “S-so full. Wanna – ah ah ah, wan’ see.” He starts to sob, voice thick with tears as he turns his face to Jeongin, big eyes wide and wet and pleading.
Jeongin groans at the sight. “What do you need, angel?” He slides out to slam back in again, and grinds harshly against Felix’s bundle of nerves, relishing in the fuuuuuuuck that echoes wetly in the room. “Tell me, tell hyung.” He grabs the hand Felix shakily reaches behind him, fingers red and swollen from how tight he had been clutching the headboard. He keeps that slow grind, hips moving in tight jerks.
“Need to see you,” starts Felix, guiding both their hands to his lower stomach. “H-here.”
Jeongin takes a second to process what he’s feeling, the shape that Felix runs their hands over – until it clicks, and then he’s gasping out. “Fuck, fuck baby, fuck.”
Felix whimpers and Jeongin is, frankly, at his wits end. He needs to see him too, now.
Jeongin’s urgent as he slips out, in too much of a hurry to soothe the distraught no no no Felix screams at the sudden emptiness, but he barely has time to process it before Jeongin is flipping him over onto his back, grabbing both his ankles and lifting them above his shoulders. His hands cup Felix’s ass, fingers spreading his cheeks apart so he can take a second to look. He groans at how red it is, gaping open and clenching hungrily.
Felix whines. “S-stop looking!”
Jeongin laughs, glancing up to see him covering his face, suddenly shy.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? You wanted me to see how well you take my cock.”
Jeongin doesn’t give Felix a chance to respond before he slams forward, grunting at the way he’s sucked in. Felix shakes his head side to side, sweat-drenched blonde hair spanning out on the stained pillow, letting out sharp moans that turn into silence when Jeongin finds his sweet spot within seconds; his mouth hanging open and his eyes crossing.
Jeongin pants, turning his face to kiss the knobby bone of Felix’s ankle, the pace becoming erratic, rhythm failing him as he loses himself in warmth and wet and tight.
“Jeongin, please.”
Felix lets go of the death grip he had on the sheets and brings both his hands to his stomach, tears falling down his freckled cheeks as he whimpers as each pump of Jeongin’s hips drives his cock deeper into his guts, the shape of his length bulging and distorting the shape of Felix’s stomach.
This is why Jeongin flipped him around.
This is what Felix was desperate to see:
The utter and blatant proof that Felix is his and Jeongin is Felix’s. Maker and fledging. Sire and childe. Whether Felix was born for Jeongin, or Jeongin was born for Felix and just… had to wait awhile. It didn’t matter. They were mates. Mates that fit together not just in mind, heart, and soul, but the physical body too.
Jeongin lets out a hoarse fuck when he sees, and feels, Felix’s small hands press against his dick over his stomach, causing his hips to stutter before finding a faster rhythm.
“You close, angel?” He pants as he lifts Felix’s ass higher, changing the angle so Felix can do nothing but sob, nodding his head frantically.
Jeongin reaches down and grabs Felix’s neglected cock, the head almost purple and soaking wet. Felix throws his head back in a silent scream, body twitching in overstimulation.
“You wanna cum on cock, baby? Feel hyung fill you up?” He thumbs over the angry head before jerking him off to the timing of his thrusts.
“Wan - ah, wanna b-be full,” Felix trails off in a squeak at the sudden motion of Jeongin leaning forward, almost folding him in half, pistoning so hard Felix’s body jolts up toward the top of the bed, his head in danger of hitting the headboard.
Felix starts to shudder, whole body twitching and trembling, hands flying off his stomach to grab at Jeongin’s biceps. His nails dig in so hard, they slice the thin skin – Jeongin hisses at the sting, his eyes mirroring the red of Felix’s.
Jeongin leans his face closer to Felix’s and brushes their lips together. He digs into the slit of Felix’s dick and watches him squeal. “Cum for me. Good boy that’s it, there we go, just like that.”
Jeongin coos as Felix lets out a drawn out whimper that turns into a sharp wail, and then he goes completely silent. His mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. The tendons bulge in his neck deliciously as he tilts his head back to press into the pillow, making Jeongin’s mouth water. White paints his lower stomach, pooling in his navel, and he clenches down so tight that Jeongin’s vision blurs, his ears ringing as he gets in a few more sporadic thrusts before he stills.
Eyes closing and chest heaving, he follows his angel into heaven.
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Jeongin doesn’t know how long they lay there, bare legs intertwined and still gleaming with sweat, Felix tracing absent lines across Jeongin’s arms as they lay on their sides facing one another. Jeongin tilts his head down so he can admire the way the moonlight shining through the window above their bed bathes Felix in a silver light – Felix’s array of freckles glimmer like stars, the blonde hair that shines like a halo in the light – as if God himself is claiming Felix as one of His own.
As if it wasn’t too late. As if Jeongin didn’t steal the angel for himself. As if he would ever give him back.
“The meeting,” the angel in question starts, watching the way his small fingers barely curl around Jeongin’s bicep, giving it a few squeezes like it’s his personal stress relief toy, “how did it go?”
Jeongin shifts them around slightly so now Felix’s head rests on his chest and he runs his fingertips up and down the damp skin of Felix’s back, massaging the notches of his spine. “It was the same as usual. Hyunjin and Seungmin hyungs were arguing and being gross about it.” Felix giggles in understanding and Jeongin feels his own mouth lift up. “And I didn’t get to say much to the other hyungs before other pressing matters needed my attention.”
Felix rubs his face back and forth on the space between Jeongin’s pecs. Jeongin hisses when Felix swipes his tongue against one nipple and then the other.
“I don’t know what pressing matters you’re talking about.”
“No?”
Felix shakes his head, his face trying to appear somber and serious, but he has to keep biting his lip to stop himself from smiling. His smile breaks when Jeongin laughs and he reaches up to poke both his dimples, but Jeongin grabs his hand and rests it on his chest before he can start pinching them.
Jeongin hums, just about to say something when a very loud thump comes from the second floor. Both him and Felix still.
Thump. Second floor, left wing.
Thump, thump, thump. A thump with rhythmic purpose, on the second floor, in the left wing.
Chan’s office.
Felix slaps his hand over his mouth and giggles into Jeongin’s chest.
“P-poor Jisung,” he gasps out, shoulders shaking. His hair tickles the edge of Jeongin’s jaw.
Jeongin shudders, mildly disgusted, when he hears muffled high-pitched whines stuttering in time with the sound of what he guesses is Chan’s desk banging against the floor.
“I don’t think Jisung is complaining.” Jeongin grimaces at a particularly loud cry.
“Well…”
Felix wiggles his eyebrows and makes little gremlin noises as he rubs his already half-hard cock against Jeongin’s lower belly, precome smearing sticky on his skin. “I know one way to distract you.” He smirks a little. “If you can go again, that is.” He coyly looks up through his lashes. “I heard the older you get, the harder it is to get it up.”
Jeongin stares for a beat before letting out a bark of laughter at the blatant and unbashful way Felix is looking at him. I love you, he thinks. I just fucking love you.
His mate, who fills him with so much happiness and light that he no longer mourns the sun.
His Yongbok.
He keeps laughing when Felix playfully growls that it’s his turn to fuck Jeongin stupid now, and even when that laugh breaks off in a moan at the feeling of Felix climbing on top of him, his joy is so obvious that even Felix drops his intense facade and joins him in the laughter. When Felix reaches back and guides Jeongin home, they both sigh with small smiles on their faces.
When they reach their peaks, it's together – their names gasping into each other's mouths, fangs clashing and softly shredding bits of skin on their red, sore-bitten lips. And floating above them, the moon and stars in the night sky bear witness to their love through the arched glass of their bedroom window.
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