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Jeong Jihoon, as far as faeries go, thinks he’s rather nice. He’s one of the summer fae after all, warm and playful, born from the beaming heat of the sun in June.
He stays in his forest, the little grove he calls home, where the trees sing to him in the mornings and the birds come to gossip. There aren’t many other fae in this chunk of the woods, so he has a meadow all to himself, where he likes to take his favorite form—a fluffy tabby cat—and roll in the soft grass.
He doesn’t get visitors too often. A hundred years is the blink of an eye to the immortal creatures of the forest, and most of his friends are farther north—Geonbu and Jaehyuk are winter fae, up in the icy mountainous realms, their time spent drifting through the evergreens and calling down blizzards. Kiin is a bit closer, the tiny spring faerie settling down at the base of the mountains, near the ponds—Jihoon doesn’t know why he likes the water so much. He’s always hated getting his fur wet.
It’s something to do with his strange frog obsession. He’s even found a new friend recently, some autumn-born faerie called Mingyu, who hasn’t run away yet even as Kiin turns him into every different species of frog.
It’s very strange, Jaehyuk had said, perched on Jihoon’s shoulder, talons digging into the skin. Jihoon had to pluck him off. Jaehyuk hyung, as an eagle, has very sharp claws.
Mingyu doesn’t let me turn him into birds, but he’s a new random frog every time I visit.
Jihoon had suggested, politely, that maybe being a bird is not as fun as Jaehyuk thinks. For fae that were born with two feet—or four paws—on the ground, it’s not so comforting to suddenly be fifty feet in the air.
Jaehyuk had squawked at him indignantly. Boring! Boring, boring.. Jihoonie, if you ever want to fly, just come up to the mountains.
Jihoon had waved him off, but promised he’d visit eventually. Maybe in another few decades, if no one else had come by to entertain him.
Entertainment this deep in the forest is a bit hard to come by. Jihoon used to get more humans, but when he wouldn’t always return them, they would come more rarely. He tries to be gentle with them, but mortals are so easily swayed, so quick to lose themselves over even a single kiss, and he often doesn’t bring them out to safety fast enough. He doesn’t mean for them to get hurt, not really—he’s summer, that’s all.
Jihoon likes to have fun.
Recently, he thinks he might have found someone new.
For the past few weeks, a human has been traveling in the woods. Jihoon heard the flowers whispering to each other—they said he was thoughtful, was sweet to the rabbits that would hop along the path with him, they said he was pretty.
Jihoon likes pretty things, so he went to look for himself.
—
The human was pretty, eyes crinkling with his smile as he kneels by the side of the path, hand outstretched for one of the squirrels to sniff at.
“I don’t have much food for you,” the human murmurs. “Maybe some berries.”
Oh—but Jihoon likes berries, likes sweet things and beautiful mortals very much, so he asks if the squirrel could please run along, and purrs happily as the little animal scampers off. The mortal turns curious eyes towards him almost immediately.
Jihoon didn’t expect to be noticed so quickly, so he takes a step back, tail swishing around his paws. He’s still a faerie, after all, and it does him well to stay cautious. He can never be too careful with humans in the woods—they all know that iron wards off the fae, and while it wouldn’t kill him, it could easily bind his magic.
“Hello, kitty,” the mortal says to him, voice soft and curious. “Aren’t you cute—did you want a blackberry?”
Yes, of course, Jihoon would love a blackberry, would love for the pretty human to scratch around his ears with those graceful hands, would love to pull him close and see if he tastes as sweet as he looks—but Jihoon’s getting a bit ahead of himself.
He settles with trotting up close and winding around the human, discreetly sniffing for any hint of metal, the sharp tang of iron, and he sits down satisfied when all he smells are the blackberries.
The human laughs when Jihoon presses his nose into his palm, searching for another blackberry.
“Kitty, too much sugar isn’t good for you.”
Jihoon can handle the sugar, thank you very much. He’s fae. Not that the human would know that.
“You don’t seem like a typical kitty though, hm?”
Maybe the human does know something, and Jihoon meows at him inquisitively.
“I’m Sanghyeok,” the human says, and Jihoon feels the name settle into his bones, humming along his skin as he purrs in delight.
Silly, human. Didn’t they tell you not to give your name so freely to the fae?
He can’t even control the shift, fur melting back into smooth skin, furry coat settling over his shoulders as he unwinds himself to stand from the forest floor and smile at the human.
The human—Sanghyeok—takes a quick step back, but Jihoon calls out for him to wait, hands outstretched.
“Sanghyeokie hyung,” he says, the name heavy on his tongue, glamour rich in his voice, and the human pauses, eyes unfocused. “Hyung, are you lost?”
“Lost?” Sanghyeok asks, brows creasing as he frowns. “I’m not sure.”
“Don’t frown, Sanghyeok hyung,” Jihoon says sweetly, stepping a bit closer, Sanghyeok tilting his head up to hold their eye contact. Jihoon smiles, delighted, and his fluffy cat ears twitch in his hair. “You’re pretty.”
Sanghyeok smiles back, the human falling easily under his glamour, eyes filled with something like adoration. “Thank you, faerie. You’re pretty too.”
Jihoon can’t help the cheerful giggle that bubbles up in him and he snatches up Sanghyeok’s hand, lacing their fingers together happily. Yes, this human would do wonderfully. Now, it was time to make a deal.
“I like you,” he says casually, fingers squeezing Sanghyeok’s. “But, this is a fae forest.”
Sanghyeok sighs, gaze dropping. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Don’t worry!” Jihoon says quickly, hoping his eagerness comes off as simple excitement, that Sanghyeok can’t sense the steadily growing hunger starting to gleam in his golden eyes. “Sanghyeok hyung, I’ll help you. And—you can call me Jihoon. Or kitty, or pretty faerie.”
Sanghyeok hums, considering him for a moment, but any tension drains from his shoulders at the sound of Jihoon’s own name. “Pretty forest faeries like you don’t tend to give anything for free, Jihoon-ah.”
“It’s true,” Jihoon admits, teeth worrying at the edge of his lips—Sanghyeok’s gaze dips for a brief second, and Jihoon nearly purrs, ears shivering with glee at the human’s subtle interest. “But what are you willing to give me?”
Sanghyeok scrunches up his nose. “I don’t have much.”
“How about a kiss?” Jihoon presses, catlike grin widening as the human’s heart skips a beat, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly.
“That’s all?”
“I don’t see people very often,” Jihoon says earnestly, and he lets a little bit of longing creep into his voice, ducking his head shyly.
The human falls for that too, mouth twisting sympathetically, and he even lifts Jihoon’s hand to drop a gentle kiss against the back of his knuckles. Jihoon’s eyes widen, the faerie nearly dizzy with desire.
Should have asked for two kisses—not that it’ll matter in the end.
“Promise me,” Sanghyeok says firmly, and Jihoon gives him an eager nod, words rattling practiced and professional off his tongue.
“I promise to lead you to the edge of the forest. And I promise I won’t harm you, as long as you give me a kiss at the end—and more blackberries, on our way?”
Sanghyeok chuckles, low and melodic, and Jihoon blinks at his human endearingly. “That wasn’t part of our deal, kitty, but I can make an exception for such a lovely faerie.”
Jihoon beams again at him, head spinning from all the praise, and he turns Sanghyeok around by the shoulders, fingers lingering for a beat before he lets go and gestures to the hidden path between the trees. “This way, hyung.”
–
Jihoon’s quite satisfied with this human, but they’re coming up to the edge of the woods rather fast, and Sanghyeok hasn’t overstepped yet.
It’s not that Jihoon hasn’t tried. His coat is pulled around his shoulders, but his legs are bare, footsteps light in the soft grass, and yet Sanghyeok barely even looks down, gaze focused on Jihoon’s eyes when he peers back at the human dutifully following him.
It’s sweet, Jihoon supposes. It’s a bit annoying, but that’ll change soon anyways, so Jihoon can wait for a little while longer.
Maybe not too long, though. He’s running out of patience quite quickly, but he can sense the trees thinning, can hear the running water, and feels a vicious thrill course through him at the thought of Sanghyeok’s reaction
What will the pretty human do, when he realizes that Jihoon’s hasn’t taken him to the expected edge of the woods? Because honestly, it’s still an edge. Jihoon is fae, after all, and he cannot tell a lie.
Jihoon’s leading him to the cliff’s edge, that’s all.
He wonders if Sanghyeok will be mad at him. He can’t imagine it—sweet, indulgent Sanghyeok, who cheerfully hands him berries while they walk, mad? No, there’s no reason to be mad. Jihoon’s just fulfilling his end of the deal, and he’ll get his well-deserved kiss at the end, and then Sanghyeok will just have to make another deal to leave the woods fully, won’t he?
Jihoon won’t even ask for much more. Maybe another kiss. Maybe something a little more fun. Either way, he’s doing Sanghyeok a favor. Making deals with the fae is never a good idea, and most wouldn’t be as forgiving as Jihoon.
They’re almost to the edge, and Jihoon darts ahead, hand slipping from Sanghyeok’s as he bounds towards the sunset.
Jihoon bursts from the treeline, the wind whipping around him, rushing in his ears. It ruffles his bangs, makes him squint off into the distance to watch the sun steadily dipping lower, and completely disguises the sharp scent of iron until it’s far too late.
The chains lock around his wrists before he can react, and Jihoon feels all his energy drain out of him at once, knees buckling at the sudden emptiness.
He tugs uselessly at the metal, an upset whine catching in his throat at the weight of them, of iron muffling his magic as he kneels on the ground, and a hand threads gently into his hair.
Jihoon leans into the touch almost unconsciously, turning to blink blearily in Sanghyeok’s direction—his human, sweet and harmless, doesn’t look quite so innocent anymore, and the grip on his hair turns bruising in an instant.
“Trickery isn’t very nice, pretty faerie,” Sanghyeok says, and Jihoon’s head is yanked back, his lips parting in a startled gasp as he looks up at Sanghyeok.
Sanghyeok still smiles at him, but it’s knowing and sharp, lips barely curled up at the edges, and Jihoon tries to shrink back as another chain materializes out of thin air, and slides from the hand in his hair to loop around his neck.
“What are you—”
“Shh, Jihoonie.” Sanghyeok releases his hair, gesturing almost dismissively as he walks away, and Jihoon lets out another panicked noise as the chains drag him forward over the grass. He’s pulled back to the trees in an instant, and even if the iron wasn’t blocking his magic, he’s not sure he could escape.
Sanghyeok has magic, Jihoon can feel it in the chains as they wrap over him, and it’s stronger than anything Jihoon’s ever felt in the forest.
“I’ll ask the questions, yes?” Sanghyeok turns back to look, and Jihoon feels the iron bite into his wrists as they’re pulled together and up over his head. He twists, testing their strength, and the chain at his throat tightens just enough—it’s a warning, and Jihoon goes still again.
His back is pressed flush against the rough bark of the tree, but he’s still seated on the ground, and Sanghyeok settles his full weight over Jihoon’s thighs as he sits, and reaches forward to grip his chin.
Head-on, Jihoon finally sees what he was missing before, or maybe Sanghyeok just finally decided to drop his glamour. Jihoon can’t exactly use his magic to check, and everything only smells like iron, but it’s unmistakable.
Sanghyeok has horns, sleek and obsidian as they curl out of his hair, and his eyes are a glimmering crimson as he looks steadily at Jihoon, previous human facade forgotten. He’s still pretty like a human, but the glow to his eyes screams magic—and so do the chains he keeps materializing.
He’s a demon, and Jihoon might be in serious trouble. He can’t even look away either, shoulders aching, hands pinned above his head, and Sanghyeok’s fingers pinch at his cheeks.
“Pretty faerie,” Sanghyeok says casually, and Jihoon feels a shiver race through him at the words, chains clinking as he shifts anxiously. Sanghyeok smiles again, slowly readjusting his weight, and Jihoon’s eyes widen as he leans in closer, suddenly conscious of Sanghyeok’s other hand, braced easily on his thigh, fingers squeezing at his skin.
“Did you want me?” Sanghyeok asks, and the question is not at all what Jihoon expects, but he finds himself nodding hesitantly. Of course he wanted him. He might even still want him, if Sanghyeok keeps letting his hands wander like this.
“You asked for a kiss,” Sanghyeok continues, fingers curling along Jihoon’s jaw, thumb pressing gently against his lips before moving to his cheek. “In exchange for my safe passage to the edge of the woods. Would you have taken more?”
Would he have? Not necessarily. He would have gotten his kiss, and Sanghyeok would have done the rest himself.
“No, hyung,” Jihoon whispers, voice weak as the iron continues to wind around his throat. “I wouldn’t have.”
Sanghyeok’s eyes gleam, and his smile curves a little wider across his face. “Clever kitty. You wouldn’t have taken more yourself—but you would’ve let me have you, hm?”
Jihoon… doesn’t want to answer that, but he can’t lie either, so he settles for blinking helplessly at Sanghyeok, fidgeting in the iron chains.
“You do this to the humans?” Sanghyeok asks, and Jihoon doesn’t get to respond before soft lips are pressing to his with almost bruising force, Sanghyeok licking into his mouth as Jihoon gasps for air.
“I didn’t know—” he manages to get out, words trailing off into a low whine as Sanghyeok’s fingers wrap around his throat to tug at the chains, the demon shushing him as he presses kiss after kiss against his neck, against his collarbones, and Jihoon flushes red at the constant attention. He squirms in the chains, trying not to press forward as Sanghyeok’s mouth ghosts feather light over Jihoon’s jaw, and then the demon is leaning back.
“Of course you didn’t,” Sanghyeok says smoothly, satisfaction clear in his voice as Jihoon pants unsteadily against the trees. “Greedy, Jihoonie.”
“I’m sorry?” Jihoon tries, and Sanghyeok looks endeared by the effort. His fingers slide under Jihoon’s coat, tugging it to the side, and Jihoon feels his cheeks warm again as his skin is slowly exposed, and Sanghyeok’s eyes trace greedily over him.
“Don’t be shy,” Sanghyeok laughs, fingers gripping possessive over Jihoon’s neck. “You were so happy to be a tease earlier. You wanted this, didn’t you, Jihoon-ah?”
Jihoon shakes his head, breath shallow, but he can’t speak—saying no would be a lie, and Sanghyeok knows it.
“Don’t be like that,” Sanghyeok sighs, almost disappointed, but he can’t disguise the delight in his eyes at every little movement Jihoon makes. He slides his hand back up to Jihoon’s face, fingers tapping at his lips, and Jihoon opens his mouth obediently, letting Sanghyeok glide his thumb over his tongue.
“I wouldn’t even need your name to make you pliant,” Sanghyeok says cruelly, and his thumb presses deep enough to make Jihoon choke. “But it certainly helps, yes, Jihoonie?”
Jihoon whines at that, at how Sanghyeok says his name with so much intention, and Sanghyeok laughs again. “So desperate. You’d let any human have you, wouldn’t you?”
“No,” Jihoon mumbles, and Sanghyeok pulls back, fingers sliding back to Jihoon’s cheek.
“Go on.”
Jihoon stares at him helplessly, quiet for a beat too long, and Sanghyeok clicks his tongue. “What am I going to do with you, kitty, hm?”
Not kill me, hopefully, Jihoon thinks. Or eat me.
Sanghyeok certainly looks hungry, and Jihoon fidgets under him again as his tongue flicks out to dart over his lips.
“Jihoonie, pretty faerie,” Sanghyeok says sweetly, those scarlet, starry eyes pinning Jihoon in place. “Let’s make this easy. If I was a human, you would have killed me. Clearly you need to be taught a lesson.”
“I wouldn’t have killed you,” Jihoon blurts out, instantly cringing back against the tree as Sanghyeok’s eyes flash crimson again, and the shadows of great wings hover out over his shoulders.
“You’re lucky I like you,” Sanghyeok hums, and his nails tap dangerously against Jihoon’s throat.
You like me? Jihoon almost says aloud, but he stops himself at the last second. He thinks Sanghyeok might know exactly what he was thinking anyways, because the demon smiles again, teeth bared, and his nails pierce just barely into Jihoon’s skin.
Jihoon twitches at the sting, lips pressed firmly shut as Sanghyeok leans in again to press a heated kiss to his neck.
“You’re lucky you’re cute. Do you want me, Jihoon-ah? Yes or no.”
Jihoon can’t lie. He can’t think. He registers the praise, dimly, feels a little noise escape from his throat at Sanghyeok’s words, and then there isn’t much else to think about.
It’s just Sanghyeok’s hands at his side, pulling his clothes fully off to expose his shoulders, Sanghyeok’s teeth grazing at his throat as he hums against the flushed skin, Sanghyeok’s fingers rough in his hair as he yanks Jihoon’s head back. “Focus, Jihoonie.”
“Hyung, I want you,” Jihoon gasps, eyes fluttering shut as Sanghyeok finally reaches down, hand curling over his cock but Sanghyeok’s hand is dry as it wraps around him.
It feels good for barely a second, the very first bit of contact, and then Sanghyeok’s moving his hand, gaze cool and indifferent as Jihoon writhes in the heavy chains at the friction.
It’s a slow movement, but it drags over his skin, almost burns, and Jihoon wants Sanghyeok, he doesn’t want whatever this is.
“Hyung! No, ah, wait—”
“No?” Sanghyeok asks curiously, wrist twisting as he strokes Jihoon again, and Jihoon cries out a little louder, head dropped to his shoulder, legs jerking under Sanghyeok. “But you just said yes.”
“No—not like this, hyung, it hurts,” Jihoon whines, breath heaving in a gasp, and Sanghyeok tilts his chin up again, fingers gentle on his jaw even as he continues to slide his hand up.
Sanghyeok presses his thumb to the tip of Jihoon’s cock, and it almost feels good, until he’s moving again, and Jihoon presses back against the tree, something like a whimper in his throat. His wrists tug desperately at the chains, eyes wide, hyung, please—and Sanghyeok finally relents.
“See, pretty faerie?” Sanghyeok asks, giving him one last painful squeeze before releasing him. “It’s not so nice to trick people, is it?”
Jihoon sags back against the tree, weight only supported by the chains still wrapped around him, and Sanghyeok hums thoughtfully.
“Should we try again?” he asks, and Jihoon shakes his head quickly, eyes pleading as he looks at Sanghyeok.
Sanghyeok just smiles, tapping at Jihoon’s lips again and then presenting his palm. “Spit.”
“I don’t—”
“I’ll make you feel good, Jihoonie,” Sanghyeok says, and there’s no room for argument, so Jihoon just nods mindlessly, tongue darting out over his lips as he spits into Sanghyeok’s hand.
“Good, kitty,” Sanghyeok says easily, and Jihoon lets out a low moan at the words, back arching as Sanghyeok’s hand closes around him again, this time gliding easily over the skin.
It feels good this time, good enough that Jihoon can disregard the ache in his shoulders, and he can barely move against the tree but Sanghyeok lets him rut up desperately into his fist for a few seconds while he watches, teasing as he pulls back and makes Jihoon work for it. His grip is tight, almost too tight, but Jihoon chases the sensation, eyes screwing shut as he grinds forward.
Jihoon’s already half-gone, breath coming in quick gasps, but Sanghyeok settles him with a hand on his thigh, and Jihoon’s legs tremble at the touch.
“So sensitive,” Sanghyeok says, tone indulgent once again, and Jihoon tries not to chase after his hand too eagerly. “Feel good?”
Jihoon nods, hips lifting again, but Sanghyeok fully releases him, hands coming up to pet gently through Jihoon’s hair instead, brushing his bangs back from his eyes, and his lips twitch at Jihoon’s soft whine. “Words, Jihoonie.”
Jihoon’s mouth opens, but only another desperate whine comes out as Sanghyeok’s fingers pet over his fluffy cat ears, brushing over the base and sending a full-body shiver through him.
“Feels—feels good, hyung,” he gets out, hips rutting uselessly against the air as he strains against the iron holding him down.
“What feels good?”
Jihoon blinks at him indignantly, tugging at the chains again, and Sanghyeok returns his hands to his lap, gaze stoic as he looks at Jihoon. “Tell me.”
“Your hand,” Jihoon starts, hesitant, but he flinches away as Sanghyeok’s palm slides dry over his thigh. “Not dry, not again, hyung—”
Sanghyeok hushes him again, finger pressed to his lips, and Jihoon breathes shakily as his nails dig into the bark of the tree by his head, and come away drenched in some kind of sap.
“My hand?” Sanghyeok asks, and his fingers trail heat over Jihoon’s stomach. “Like this?”
Jihoon groans, head tossed back against the tree, cheeks burning as Sanghyeok steadily drags his knuckles over Jihoon’s inner thigh. “Hyung, please.”
“All you have to do is tell me,” Sanghyeok coaxes, and Jihoon tugs at the chains again, frustrated.
“It felt good,” Jihoon grits out, Sanghyeok’s eyes gleaming bright at the shaky words, “when you touched my cock, hyung, it—ah, yes—”
His words dissolve into a strangled moan as Sanghyeok’s hand returns to his cock, fast and tight and good, and Sanghyeok twists his wrist expertly, hand gliding smooth over Jihoon’s skin.
“Good, kitty,” he says, and Jihoon moans louder, legs tensing as pleasure surges like a wave in him, and Sanghyeok leans forward to kiss him again. Jihoon lets him do it. He’d let him do anything at this point, hyung, don’t stop, just like that.
Jihoon’s mouth falls open for Sanghyeok to lick inside, and he arches up into every touch, orgasm building way too quickly.
He’s barely able to keep up as Sanghyeok kisses him, breath stuttering, and his hips grind up again as he chases his release, as he tugs against the chains and feels the heavy weight pinning him down, and maybe he kind of likes it, even—they slide over his skin, and every sensation feels like electricity.
Then Sanghyeok stops.
He draws back completely, all the pleasure vanishing in an instant, and Jihoon’s eyes snap open as he thrashes against the tree. “No, hyung, no—please, you have to—”
Sanghyeok blinks at him, faintly amused at Jihoon’s frantic cries, and stays quiet until Jihoon sinks back down, drained, breath a shallow pant.
“You’re spoiled, Jihoon-ah.”
Jihoon whines again, head shaking slowly as he fixes his gaze on Sanghyeok, uncaring of how desperate he must look. “Hyung…”
“Can you be good for me?” Sanghyeok asks, and Jihoon tenses as his hand closes around him again, says yes, over and over, yes, please, no no no don’t stop—
Jihoon nearly sobs as Sanghyeok pulls back again, vision blurry, and Sanghyeok’s hand pets gentle at his cheek. Jihoon leans into the touch, sniffling, and Sanghyeok coos at him, a little affectionate noise as his fingers swipe at the dampness on his cheeks.
“I’m good, can be good, hyung, I swear,” Jihoon gasps, and Sanghyeok presses a kiss to his neck, lips upturned.
“I know, Jihoonie,” Sanghyeok says, sugary sweet, and his hand grips again at Jihoon’s cock, pace hard and fast, and Jihoon almost misses his next words with how much his head is spinning. “You are doing good, so you can handle a few more, can’t you?”
Jihoon’s voice cracks in a quiet cry as Sanghyeok lets go and leans back, hips jerking up into empty air as he looks for the friction that would push him over. Sanghyeok waits for him to calm again, thumb massaging into his thigh, and Jihoon sags limp in his chains at the soft praise murmured into his ear.
Sanghyeok barely even has to touch him before he’s whining again, wordless, tears in the corner of his eyes dripping hot down his cheeks when Sanghyeok denies him once again.
“Messy,” Sanghyeok chides him, and Jihoon shivers at the heat in his voice, the sudden roughness when he speaks. “You’re so pretty like this, Jihoon-ah.”
Jihoon lets out another desperate little noise at the words, something like please and hyung, rattling out from his chest, and Sanghyeok runs a hand over his side. The chains wrapped around his wrists loosen all at once, fading back to wherever Sanghyeok had summoned them from, and Jihoon’s arms ache as he’s freed from the restraints.
Sanghyeok guides him down into the grass, pushes him to his knees, and Jihoon’s shoulders protest as his weight settles onto his elbows. He nearly falls, head dropping low, but Sanghyeok soothes him, hand warm on his back as he settles between Jihoon’s legs.
The chains crisscross back over his chest—not iron this time, Jihoon faintly notices, and they support some of his weight as Sanghyeok slides a slick finger against him.
“A little more, Jihoonie,” Sanghyeok says, and Jihoon wants to protest, he needs to come, now, he’ll do anything for it, but then Sanghyeok presses into him with a single long finger, and Jihoon can only gasp at the stretch, unused to the intrusion.
He opens up quickly, relaxing around Sanghyeok, and arches as much as he can, silently asking for more. He’s still held in place by Sanghyeok’s chains, and Sanghyeok hums at his impatience. “I’m trying to be nice, Jihoon-ah. Settle.”
By the time Sanghyeok has three fingers in him, still so painfully slow with every casual glide of his hand, Jihoon’s back to whining, practically begging as he clenches around Sanghyeok.
“Please, hyung, no, no,” he gets out, words slurring together as Sanghyeok removes his fingers and the emptiness hurts more than anything else.
He almost cries in relief when Sanghyeok’s hands return to his hips, squeezing at the soft skin and pulling him closer, cock nudging at his entrance. Sanghyeok doesn’t tease this time, just presses forward steadily as Jihoon moans under him, fingers clutching at the grass.
“Good?” Sanghyeok asks, but he doesn’t wait for a response before dragging his hand over Jihoon’s back, nails scratching at the skin as he rocks forward, and Jihoon nearly collapses from the rough movement.
It’s a quick pace, Sanghyeok nearly uncaring as he fucks into Jihoon from behind, and it’s everything Jihoon needed, every thrust sending pleasure shivering up his spine. Sanghyeok’s fingers dig into his hips, and Jihoon writhes at the pressure, mouth open to let out a ragged moan.
Sanghyeok’s hitting his prostate with every stroke, and Jihoon takes it all, tightens around Sanghyeok just to hear him inhale, sharp and uncontrolled.
“Hyung,” he pants, and he feels Sanghyeok’s pace stutter at the desperate whine in his voice. “Sanghyeokie hyung, please—”
Sanghyeok snaps his hips forward impossibly deeper, and Jihoon chokes on his words, head lolling down again as Sanghyeok speaks.
“So good for me,” he says, voice strained, and Jihoon nods frantically, so, so close.
Yes, he tries to say, but he can’t get out the words as Sanghyeok reaches down to slide a hand around his cock, and finally doesn’t stop. He’s faintly aware of Sanghyeok coming apart behind him, an unsteady gasp in his ears as he tips over the edge himself, but pleasure is pulsing through his entire body as he shakes under Sanghyeok’s hand, orgasm coursing through him.
Jihoon’s vision whites out, bliss shivering through him, and everything narrows down to Sanghyeok’s hands on his skin, Sanghyeok’s arms wrapping around him as he’s released from the chains to slump boneless to the grass, Sanghyeok’s lips pressing gentle to his throat and whispering soft praise into his skin.
“Pretty, kitty,” Sanghyeok murmurs, and Jihoon turns his face into Sanghyeok’s chest, eyes drifting shut as Sanghyeok smooths a hand through his hair and holds him carefully. He isn’t sure how long they stay there, but Sanghyeok speaks eventually, and Jihoon drags himself back awake.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go around trying to mislead strangers in the woods, hm?”
Jihoon’s eyes squint back open at that, lips curving downward into a sullen pout. “Hyung, you misled me.”
“Sure,” Sanghyeok agrees easily, and Jihoon’s scowl fades as he pets over his ears again. “You needed the lesson, though.”
“I don’t think so,” Jihoon mutters, and Sanghyeok laughs, dropping a kiss to his cheek.
“You didn’t even realize you weren’t always seducing humans, did you?”
Jihoon frowns, lips pressing together as he thinks. He’s pretty sure they were all humans. At the very least, they certainly weren’t fae.
“A few of my subjects weren’t so thrilled about their experiences here,” Sanghyeok explains, and Jihoon’s pout returns.
“That is not my fault.”
Sanghyeok shrugs, back to his original human form, back to tranquil sweetness, and Jihoon opens his mouth obediently for the blackberry to be placed on his tongue. Sanghyeok gives him another fond look before continuing. “I had to come see what the fuss was about. I don’t blame you, Jihoonie.”
“Then why’d you trick me?” Jihoon protests, and Sanghyeok pushes another blackberry towards him.
“You may live here, kitty, but you don’t own the forest,” Sanghyeok says cheerfully.
Jihoon ducks away from the blackberries, nose scrunching up. “So? Neither do the people I make deals with. Even if they’re your… friends.”
“My subjects,” Sanghyeok corrects, and Jihoon blinks at him cluelessly until he sighs, lips twitching into a small smile. “Never mind, Jihoonie. I just wanted a little bit of fun, I suppose.”
“You hurt me,” Jihoon says, petulant, and Sanghyeok just laughs again.
“You’ve done worse.”
Jihoon can’t tell a lie, so he can’t argue against that, and he chooses instead to shrink into a little bundle of fur, purring happily when Sanghyeok scoops him up, arms warm around him.
“Let’s get you home, kitty.”
Jihoon wonders for a second if he’ll ever see Sanghyeok again after this, and decides that if he ever gets too bored, he’ll simply have to coax some of Sanghyeok’s “subjects” into his meadows—whatever that might mean.
Sanghyeok’s hold tightens, like he might somehow know where Jihoon’s thoughts are headed, and he offers the small tabby cat a suspicious glance. “Don’t go causing too much trouble, now.”
Jihoon cannot tell a lie, but he gives Sanghyeok a satisfied meow, and chuffs out a laugh at the exasperated expression he receives in return.
Looking for trouble might be in his nature. Jihoon is fae, after all, and Sanghyeok made him feel startlingly, irresistibly, alive.