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“When the devil comes, he comes not with horns but with a smile.”
— Proverb (Medieval European)
Juhoon was convinced his cottage hated him.
The walls are alive, and the proof was currently smeared all over his ceiling in the form of glowing golden dust and one very dead fern that had once been a thriving peace lily.
“Okay,” he muttered, frowning at the mess. “That’s… fine. That’s totally fine. Maybe light magic just—doesn’t like humidity.”
“Or maybe,” came Martin’s voice from the couch, lazy and amused, “your magic’s dimming out, twin.”
Juhoon spun around. Martin was stretched out like a smug cat, boots on the armrest, a faint shimmer of shadow pooling lazily around him — dark magic residue. Juhoon wrinkled his nose.
His dark magic had always smelled like a strange concoction of rotten apples and cinnamon to Juhoon.
“Do you ever not track that in here?”
“Do you ever stop glowing judgment at me, tinkerbell?” Martin shot back, smirking. “Seriously though, you’ve been flickering lately.”
Juhoon groaned, rubbing his temples. “Don’t remind me. I can barely keep a levitation spell steady. My last potion exploded. And Choco hasn’t come home in two days — probably embarrassed to be seen with me.”
“Tragic,” Martin said flatly. “You know, when my magic started draining like that, I found a fix.”
Juhoon gave him a wary look. “If you say coffee, I swear I’ll hex your teeth out.”
Martin grinned, all teeth. “Sex demon.”
There was a full five seconds of silence, followed by Juhoon choking on his own breath. “A what now?”
Martin leaned forward, elbows on knees, clearly enjoying himself. “Summoned a sex demon. Simple exchange, really. Energy for… well, energy. My magic’s been great ever since.”
Juhoon looked personally offended by the words sex demon. “Martin. I am not— I can’t— absolutely not. That’s obscene.”
“What are you, a Victorian lady? It is obscene,” Martin echoed, nodding solemnly, “but effective.”
“I’d rather lose my powers!” Juhoon declared dramatically.
“Give it a week,” Martin said, lounging back again. “You’ll change your mind when your light spells start sputtering like bad candles.”
Juhoon scowled, waving a hand at the ceiling. “My spells are fine!”
At which point the golden runes carved into the air gave a pitiful fizz, sparked once, and exploded in a shower of smoke that singed his hair and blew out the window panes.
Martin bit his lips. It was evident that he was trying not to laugh for the sake of Juhoon’s sanity.
Juhoon stood there, hair smoking faintly, arms stiff at his sides. “I hate magic.”
“You are magic, baby.” Martin wheezed between laughs.
“Then I hate myself,” Juhoon snapped, stomping toward his now half-destroyed window. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this— this summoning nonsense—”
Martin grinned, watching him sputter. “Oh, you’re considering it?”
“I am not—” Juhoon stopped. The ruined fern was somehow still smouldering. He sighed, shoulders slumping. “...Maybe just a theoretical summoning. For research purposes.”
“Sure,” Martin said, smug as ever. “Research purposes. Don’t worry, I’ll bring the candles.”
Juhoon glared, cheeks pink. “You are not invited.”
Martin winked. “I’ll just hear it from the demon later.”
“Get. Out.”
Turned out, Martin had a friend could... help. James – a frankly attractive witch who specialised in Lilim.
It took Juhoon three days to pull everything together — three long, sleepless nights of poring over grimoires, grinding herbs until his fingers ached, and chalking a perfect pentagram into the floor of his tiny living room. He’d had to shove all the furniture against the walls to make space; contrary to popular belief, not every Potion Master had a manor and a marble lab. His cottage was barely large enough for the ritual circle, but it was cozy — smelled faintly of morning dew and the herbs drying above the sink.
He hoped the demon would like it.
He hoped, somewhat embarrassingly, the demon would like him.
His magic had been faltering for weeks now. That was the problem with witchcraft, sometimes your power developed a mind of its own. It could fixate on a certain thing, grow addicted to it, and if you didn’t feed it what it wanted, it began to sulk. Misfire. Refuse to obey. Martin’s magic, for instance, adored chocolate.
And after speaking with James, turns out that Juhoon’s magic?
It adored sex. Because of course it did.
“But I’ve never had my magic depend so much on sex before? Why now?”
“You can only go so long without getting fucked, darling.” James smiled.
He didn’t know why, and honestly, and he couldn’t cared to find out now. He’d always managed — a few smiles, a late night or two, a pleasant exchange of energy. He was charming enough; people (and occasionally, other creatures) fell into bed with him easily enough. But lately, the whole thing had started to feel like a chore. Had he known that his magic was dependant on his... sexual exchanges, maybe he would’ve gone about things differently.
The flirting. The small talk. The obligatory “you were great” the next morning before the inevitable awkward goodbye.
Now it had been nearly a month, and the emptiness in his chest felt like static. His magic hummed restlessly beneath his skin, a warning he’d been too stubborn to heed.
He was paying for it now.
Kneeling beside the pentagram, Juhoon carefully traced a final sigil and wrote the name in archaic Latin along the circle’s edge. Everything was ready — the candles, the crystals, the faint thrum of anticipation in the air. He exhaled, pricked his finger with a needle, and let a single drop of blood fall onto the mark.
“Ahn Keonho,” he said, voice clear and steady, “I call you.”
He expected thunder. Or smoke. Or maybe a dramatic gust of wind to rattle his already delicate windows.
What he got instead looked like something out of a fever dream — all soft shadows and impossible beauty, definitely not the clawed nightmare he’d braced himself for.
The demon tilted his head, eyes gleaming like molten gold. A smirk curled on his lips, deliberate and devastating.
“Well, aren’t you pretty.”
Juhoon blinked. He hadn’t expected the voice — low, warm, with a lilt that made his skin prickle.
“You must be the witch James mentioned,” the demon drawled, stepping lightly across the edge of the circle. “Martin’s friend, right?”
Juhoon’s throat went dry.
Oh. This was going to be a problem.
“You know Martin?”
Keonho tilts his head. “I know what James does to him.”
Dark tussled hair, golden bronze skin kissed with black symbols, and a smile so devilishly sweet it could cut through diamonds. Keonho walked around Juhoon’s apartment like he owned the place.
He reached Juhoon’s desk and ran his fingers through a pages where Juhoon had written down the instructions for today’s summoning.
“Hmm,” Keonho peered at him. “You know my name, pretty. I believe it’s only fair if you reveal yours as well.”
“Juhoon.” He winced, his voice coming out as more of a squeak. He cleared his throat. “Kim Juhoon. I sell potions but light magic is my speciality.”
Keonho chuckled, low and rough. “Oh, believe me, pretty. I know.” his voice lowered to a bare breathe of a whisper.
Keonho took a step closer, the air between them charged enough to hum. He lifted a single finger, pausing just shy of Juhoon’s skin — a teasing hover, a question unspoken. That was when Juhoon remembered: demons couldn’t touch without permission.
His throat tightened. “You can,” he managed, voice low. “You can touch my face.”
Keonho’s eyes gleamed, a flicker of gold and mischief. Then his fingertip brushed Juhoon’s cheek, slow and deliberate, tracing the line of his cheekbone down to his jaw. The touch burned — not painfully, but with a warmth that sank deep. Juhoon shivered.
Something coiled in his stomach, unfamiliar and sharp-edged. Not lust, not exactly. More like gravity.
The kind of pull that made him lean in without realizing, that made his hands ache to reach out, to feel. It was the same spark that had first rushed through his veins as a child, the first wild surge of magic that had left him breathless and grinning. That spark — the one he hadn’t felt in weeks — was back, alive, crackling beneath his skin.
“Hello, Kim Juhoon,” Keonho said softly, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. “Tell me — why would someone so lovely, so untouched, be summoning me?”
“Unt–” Juhoon sputtered, shaking his head. His words stumbled out somewhere between protest and confession. “I’m not a virgin.”
Keonho laughed — a soft, melodic sound that shouldn’t have been as dangerous as it was.
“Oh, I know that,” he said with a smirk. “But your magic? It’s pure. Blindingly so. Not a trace of shadow in it, no.” His smile widened, revealing slightly elongated canines that caught the candlelight. “You’ve never been touched by my kind before.”
His palm came to rest fully against Juhoon’s cheek, warm and impossibly alive. The heat spread, dizzying, and Juhoon couldn’t tell whether it was embarrassment or enchantment setting his nerves alight. His skin tingled under Keonho’s hand; his magic curled lazily inside him, purring like something content at last.
Juhoon felt like a kitten longing to be touched by its owner after a long day at work.
“Is being untouched... a good thing?”
Keonho was looking at him as if Juhoon was everything he had wished for.
“You didn’t do enough research on me, it seems.”
“I just know the... basics, I guess.”
“It’s okay,” Keonho’s smile was as sweet as his eyes were voracious. “I can teach you.” Juhoon shuddered again. Keonho’s words sounded like a promise. “And to answer your question: yes, it’s a good thing. Untouched witches taste the best.”
Keonho inhaled deeply, his gaze so dark it felt like it could swallow Juhoon whole. He reached out, fingers curling under Juhoon’s chin to tilt his head up, the touch firm enough to make his breath hitch.
“Say it,” Keonho murmured, voice low and dangerous. “I can smell it on you. It’s deafening.”
Juhoon blinked, throat dry. “Smell what?”
Keonho’s lips curved. “Your arousal.”
The sound that slipped from Juhoon’s throat was half-whimper, half-surprise. It wasn’t something he’d ever made before. He should’ve been embarrassed, but every thought had been drowned out by the molten rush of heat spiralling down his body. The spot where Keonho’s fingers held him burned — little tremors of pleasure running down his spine like lightning.
It must have been a demon thing.
“I want it,” Juhoon breathed. The words came out rough, almost desperate. Keonho’s grin sharpened. “I want you.”
“Mm,” Keonho hummed, tilting his head. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, pretty. Rules are rules.”
Right. Consent — spoken, deliberate. Even now, his mind fought to focus, to think past the haze of heat curling through him. Keonho’s skin felt impossibly alive — both soft and calloused, like warmth and danger tangled together. It made Juhoon dizzy.
The hunger building in his chest startled him with its intensity. It would’ve been easy to blame it on Keonho’s magic, on demonic trickery — but Juhoon wasn’t a fool. He’d studied enough, heard enough from James to know that this was his desire, raw and unfiltered. The craving that had lived quiet in his chest until now.
He opened his eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, voice steady even as it trembled at the edges. “I want you to ruin me. Make me forget anyone else — witch, human, whatever. Just… ruin me.”
Keonho’s eyes flashed, his grip on Juhoon’s chin tightening until it almost hurt.
“Careful what you wish for, witch,” he whispered. “Because I can give you anything and everything you want.”
Juhoon’s breath shuddered, pulse hammering against his ribs. “I can take it,” he said. “Everything you want to give me. Mark me. Take me. Be rough if you want. No one’s ever—” he swallowed, eyes flicking up to Keonho’s — “no one’s ever done that to me. But I want it. I want you to.”
He hesitated, a flicker of boldness breaking through. “Do you think you can make me beg, Keonho?”
Keonho’s answering smirk was pure sin. His other hand slid up to tangle in Juhoon’s hair, tugging hard enough to force his head back and bare his throat. Juhoon gasped, the air between them thick with heat.
“I think,” Keonho said slowly, leaning close enough for his breath to ghost over Juhoon’s skin, “I can stain that pure magic of yours black — black enough that even other demons will steer clear.”
The word please hovered on Juhoon’s tongue, but he bit it back. He wouldn’t break. Not yet.
“Do you know how an incubus seals a deal, pretty?”
Juhoon’s lips parted. “Kiss me.”
The smile that followed was pure wickedness — and then Keonho’s mouth was on his. The kiss was softer than Juhoon expected, but it left no room for air. It was slow, deep, claiming. Keonho kissed him like he meant to memorize him. Juhoon melted, sinking into the chair, the world narrowing down to the press of lips and the heady pulse of shared breath.
When Keonho shifted, straddling him without quite touching, Juhoon couldn’t stand the distance. His hands slid around Keonho’s waist, dragging him closer until their chests met. The contact stole his breath. Keonho radiated heat — not the kind born of sunlight or fire, but something older, darker. It seared through the layers of fabric, coiling low in Juhoon’s stomach until it was almost unbearable.
Juhoon wouldn’t had thought that it’d be this easy for him to fall into temptation but Keonho had probably had thousands of years to perfect the art down to a t.
“Can we go to the bedroom?”
Keonho smirked, and it was anything but angelic. “Depends. Would you mind bruises on your knees tomorrow?”
Juhoon gulped. Bruises. He’d take anything if it was Keonho on the giving end. He shook his head.
Keonho’s hand came up to bury his fingers through Juhoon’s soft hair. “Then take me here. Right here.”
Juhoon whimpered as he saw the outline of Keonho’s cock against his pants. Getting bruises on his knees seemed like his last concern at the moment. How would that mamoth of an organ even fit? His eyes went glassy when he imagined Keonho eventually fucking him with it.
Keonho mistook his silence as agitation.
“None of that, sweetheart. I won’t do anything you don’t give your explicit consent to.”
Juhoon got a bit distracted as Keonho started playing his fingers along his sides, sliding them up his hips and wrapping around his waist. When he looked up to hold his gaze he saw Keonho patiently waiting for him to answer.
“I..” Juhoon started. “I want us to go to my bedroom. I want to kneel in f-front of you, pull your pants down.” Keonho’s mouth tickled its way up Juhoon’s neck. “I w-want to take you in m-my mouth, suck your cock until you’re coming down my throat.” Juhoon let out a surprised yelp when Keonho sunk his sharp teeth into his neck, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin until Juhoon started to squirm. “D-do demons have a refractory period?”
Keonho huffed out a laugh and pulled away from his neck.
“Not really. We can control our bodies and arousal at will.” He leaned in, stopping mere millimeters away from Juhoon’s mouth. “Imagine. I could fuck you for hours.” Juhoon wasn’t embarrassed by the frenzied sounds he was making anymore, not when Keonho was looking at him like that . “What if I tell you I want you naked while you suck me off? What if I tell you I want you to sit still with your mouth wide open as I fuck it the way your mouth deserves to be fucked? Would you let me, pretty?”
Juhoon had never nodded faster in his life. He tripped lightly in his excitement on the way to his bedroom, and Keonho is immediately there to grab his waist and steady him. “Easy, pretty. I’m all yours.”
Juhoon had half a mind to just let Keonho take him against the walls.
Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind them and didn’t wait for commands. He started unbuttoning his robes with shaking hands, wondering why the hell he had decided to wear one of his fancy robes full of tiny buttons to meet a demon, but it was too late to change that. He wasn’t even halfway through the buttons when two hands appeared on his line of sight and ripped the clothes open.
“I–!”
“I’ve been wanting to get you on your knees since the moment you summoned me. You’re not going to make me wait now, are you?”
Juhoon’s answer was a soft thud as his knees hit the ground.
Keonho raked his eyes appreciatively along Juhoon’s body, fingers moving across the golden patterns drawn all over his body. “The colour looks exquisite on you, sweetheart. I had always wanted to ruin a light magic fairy but your kind is always very hard to... seduce.”
Keonho had mentioned that he could smell his arousal. Juhoon was pretty sure his was clogging up the room.
Keonho reached down to undo his pants, and Juhoon’s gaze immediately catches a glimpse of black scales.
“Eyes on me, witch.”
Juhoon was quick to obey.
Keonho slapped Juhoon’s cheek with the tip of his cock. Juhoon let out a long whine and opened his mouth wider, saliva gathering on his tongue and dripping down his chin. But Keonho didn’t put his cock in Juhoon’s mouth. He kept teasing him, painting his cheeks with pre-cum and grazing his upper lip, going as far as resting it on his tongue but never long enough for Juhoon to close his mouth around it.
But it was Keonho’s giggles what was driving Juhoon insane.
“What a pretty little thing you are, Juhoon.” Keonho pushed the tip inside his mouth and quickly pulled out. “I can already see your magic turning dark on the edges, baby, I wish you could see it too. There’s nothing more beautiful than the corrupted aura of a pure witch. But your magic is the only pure thing about you. You’re loving this, right, darling? Feels good to be on your knees for me? Do you like how heavy my cock feels on your tongue? What do you want me to do with it, witch? Tell me.” The grip on Juhoon’s hair tightened, pulling on his scalp until it hurt. Juhoon was sure his pre-cum was making a mess of the floor. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“ Want you” It was hard to hear himself over the sound of his beating heart. “I want you so much, Keonho. I want- want my mouth full of your cock. Please. Please, give it to me. I want it.”
“Aw, don’t cry, dear,” said Keonho as he wiped a single tear rolling down Juhoon’s cheek. “You only needed to ask.”
Keonho let go of Juhoon’s hair and sat down at the end of the bed, legs spread as wide as his grin. He fisted his cock and gave it a few pumps before resting the palm of his hands against the sheets and arching his back sensually.
“Well?” he asked, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of the room like two candlelights. “Still not freaking out?”
Juhoon tried very hard to tear his eyes away from Keonho’s cock. Really, he did. But the sight of it wasn’t something he had been expecting... which was stupid of him, considering he had read all the information in his demonology books, shut up Martin..
Keonho’s cock was big. Big enough that Juhoon was sure he’d feel the delicious burn of the stretch once they got to doing... it. He was going to be so sore tomorrow. He couldn’t wait.
Keonho’s cock also had scales. Being the know it all that he was, he could recognize snake scales with just one look. They were black and ridged--starting at the base of his cock, traveling up and covering a few inches of it before disappearing under the skin and reappearing just before the tip, now red and swollen.
Juhoon had to swallow down the saliva filling his mouth before he could talk.
“Still not freaking out,” he said as he moved closer to the bed, his eyes not leaving Keonho’s crotch. His voice sounded foreign even to his own ears, so low that it was barely more human than a growl.
Juhoon positioned himself between Keonho’s legs. The scales looked intimidating from up close. Intimidating but also enticing.
“Open up, pretty. Let’s see if your mouth feels as enticing as it looks.”
Juhoon, however mouthy he was, had never opened his mouth quicker before. He looked straight into Keonho’s eyes as he took him in, and fuck, it is hot. So warm. He blinked back tears as he took him in, choking when he was not even halfway through but fuck it he was not pulling back. He was nothing if not determined. However, Keonho’s cock really was very hot.
He choked mid-way as Keonho’s precome landed on his tongue. He pulled away in defeat, coughing.
“So fucking hot.”
“Well, I am from Hell, darling.”
Juhoon pouted but quickly composed himself and took a hold of Keonho’s cock, taking him in again with more dedication. The smoke didn’t taste so bad after a while. Keonho let him indulge for a while, combing his fingers softly through Juhoon’s locks, but he soon turned impatient and the next thing Juhoon knew, his head was getting pushed all the way to his hilt.
He quickly grabbed Keonho’s thigh for leverage
"Do you want me to come down your throat, pretty? Make that filthy mouth of yours full of me?”
Juhoon pulled away with a nod. His jaw hurt. His knees burned. His lips felt chapped and swollen.
It was amazing.
“Yes, please.” He had to clear his throat several times before something more than grunts came out of his mouth.
Keonho smiled, stroking himself lazily. The scales were shining with Juhoon’s saliva. It was a pretty sight, Juhoon wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.
“The rules, darling. Say it.”
“I… I want you to come in my mouth.” He smiled when Keonho’s eyes narrowed. He leaned in and nosed Keonho’s balls. Keonho hissed, his hips bucking up. It was the first time he had lose control of his body and the reaction made Juhoon’s stomach fill with a want so hot it burned as much as Keonho’s scales on his tongue. Finally.
Keonho tugged at his hair. Juhoon whined, his scalp hurting, but followed there where Keonho’s hand guided him. He mouthed the sides of Keonho’s cock and dug his tongue into the slit, the pre-cum painting his mouth like lipstick. Keonho made Juhoon swallow him deeply, his nose crushed against the scales and his throat burning around the tip before pulling him away and repeating the process so many times and so slowly that Juhoon found something akin to peace in the mechanical movements, in letting Keonho do with him as he pleased.
This time, Keonho's stomach tensed every time Juhoon pumped his head. This time, sibilant moans fell from his lips with every flick of Juhoon's tongue.
Juhoon had sucked many cocks in his life, but never like that. His mouth had never felt so full, he had never felt so eager to swallow someone else's cum. There was a dangerous strum in the centre of his chest, a purr that ran from the tip of his feet to his scalp, and it took him a long time to recognize what it was: his magic. His magic felt alive as it had never been before.
“Fuck, just like that. Let me see your tongue, witch.”
Juhoon obeyed, resting his head on Keonho’s thighs as he panted softly. Keonho pushed two fingers past his lips, pressing down against his tongue.
“So fucking pretty.” Keonho cursed. “I don’t think I’m ever letting anyone else lay a hand on you, darling. You’re mine now.” Keonho leaned down, pressing his forehead against Juhoon’s as he took out his fingers and wiped the spit on Juhoon’s cheek. “Do you like the sound of that? You’d be a great addition in hell. My succubus prince, always ready to be fucked. My underwings would have a great time watching you. Those dazed eyes of yours. They sparkle with saccharine lust. I could give you anything you want if you wish to come with me in hell. What do you want, witch?”
“I want you to fuck me. Please, Keonho.” Juhoon’s voice felt scratchy and abused.
“Mhm.” Keonho leaned back, studying him. “Come here.” He took his hands and guided him into his lap, before quickly snaking his palms under his thighs and hefting Juhoon up with ease.
Juhoon could feel Keonho’s hard cock against the cleft of his ass.
“So that wasn’t a lie.”
“Hm?”
“Your refractory period. You’re still hard.”
Keonho laughed, the sound taunting like an adult chastising a child. “Demons don’t lie, darling. Well, only when it’s convenient.”
Keonho soon plopped him on the bed, before grabbing Juhoon by the hips and getting him on his stomach. The witch could do nothing but grab onto the bedsheets under him for some semblance of balance as Keonho pressed a trail of kisses down his spine. It’s only when the kisses don’t stop that Juhoon looks back frantically but it’s already too late.
“It’s my turn to make you feel good.”
The first lap had Juhoon whimpering. God, it had really been too long. Keonho knew how to use his tongue, and soon he had Juhoon’s hips shaking in his grip as he pressed his tongue against his entrance, his fingers digging into the meat of Juhoon’s thighs.
“C-Can you please put a finger in?”
Juhoon could feel Keonho smile against his ass.
“Don’t worry. My saliva will take affect soon enough.”
“Wha–? Oh fuck.” Juhoon pressed his forehead against the bedsheet as his hole started to tingle. “What the f-fuck is that?”
“Exactly what you think it is, pretty.” Keonho winked before separating from Juhoon’s ass, lining himself up against his hole.
“Want me to fuck you, Juhoon?”
And it was the first time that night that Keonho actually said his name, and it sounded heavenly. Juhoon wanted to hear more, but in the present he could only nod desperately as he tried to grind back against Keonho’s cock. It was pretty useless though, with the iron grip Keonho had on his hips.
“Begging suits you divinely, witch. Do it. Beg for my cock, and maybe I will give it to you.”
Juhoon whimpered. “P-Please fuck me. I took your cock so good, Keonho. Mmm, I promise I’ll be good. Will clench around you, you’ll feel good. Promise. Just, p-please fuck me, claim me from the i-inside. I-I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good –”
Keonho let out a growl, a sound which promised Juhoon the danger which he so eagerly chased after like a dying moth to flame.
Keonho took Juhoon by the waist and pulled him onto his cock. Juhoon let out a surprised cry than soon dissolved into muffled ah-ah-ahs when Keonho didn’t let up. Short and fast, Keonho slammed into him with enough force that Juhoon already felt the bruises forming on his skin.
“This what you wanted?” Keonho rasped, pushing his sweaty bangs back from his forehead. “To be fucked like a whore?”
“Yes yes yes yess.” Juhoon’s eyes rolled back, the pleasure taking over.
Keonho kept fucking into him for what felt like almost an hour. And Keonho refused to touch his cock, and when Juhoon’s hands snaked down to help himself, Keonho took his wrists in one hand and caged them on the small of his back.
He tightened his grip on Juhoon’s waist, his fingertips burning hot. Juhoon had always loved when his bed partners left their mark on him. Fingerprints on his thighs, bruises on his chest, bite marks on his neck, scratches on his back… he wanted them all and Keonho was giving them to him. He was painting Juhoon’s body like an empty canvas waiting to be filled with colors.
Juhoon felt bruised , he felt well used.
“I’m close.”
“Good.”
Keonho rested a hand on his lower back and pressed him against the bed, hips gaining speed. Juhoon clenched around Keonho’s length, the position making Keonho feel huge . His high-pitched moans mixed with Keonho’s low growls, bouncing against the room’s walls and creating a kind of music that Juhoon never wanted to stop listening to.
“I wanna come, I wanna come, please Keonho, make me come, I--- fuck ! fuck, fuck, fuck me. ”
“Do it.” Keonho pushed in deep, his scales rubbing Juhoon’s prostate with every stroke. “You took me so well, looked so pretty full of my cock. Come for me, my dear.”
It took one last thrust and Keonho’s teeth on his neck for Juhoon to come. He squeezed his eyes closed, feeling white heat licking him all over as his cock twitched and spurted cum on the sheets. Keonho fucked him through his orgasm until Juhoon was on the edge of oversensitive.
“Do you want me to come inside, witch?”
Juhoon nodded, feeling like his tongue was too heavy to speak. Keonho’s low grunt was the only warning he had before the room started to smell of sweet smoke. Juhoon inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the smell at the same time Keonho filled him with his cum.
Keonho was still hard.
“Fuck. I don’t think I can do it again.”
Keonho chuckled and carefully pulled out. Juhoon sighed and let his body melt against the sheets, a deep sense of satisfaction washing over him.
“Satisfied?”
Juhoon gave him a thumbs up. “10/10 will do this again. I think my dick’s got it’s own fucking heartbeat now.”
Keonho laughed.
“Good to know.”
They lay next to each other for a few minutes, basking in the silence before Juhoon remembered.
“So uh,” he idly ran his fingers across the patterns on Keonho’s arms. Keonho turned his palm and held Juhoon’s hand. “Is this going to be a regular thing? Or.”
Suddenly Keonho’s fingers dig into his skin. He’s barely applying any strength but Juhoon winced at the inhumane pressure nonetheless.
“Why do you ask? Are you planning on summoning any other demons?”
“N-No!” Juhoon got up on his elbows. “I’m yours. I was implying the opposite actually. I want this to be.. exclusive.”
Keonho’s expression melt into a smile, and he brought Juhoon’s hands up to kiss his fingertips in apology. “You’re mine now.”
Juhoon smiled. “I am yours now.”
“Give me your hand.”
Keonho drew a pentagram on Juhoon’s arm and pressed a kiss against it. Juhoon winced as his skin started glowing, the pain searing into his skin.
“Now we’re connected. This allows you to call me anytime you wish to get dicked down.”
Juhoon pressed his palm against Keonho’s face. “Stop being so crude. What if I just want to go for a walk? Or swim?”
“Do you swim with your clothes on?”
Juhoon frowned. “No.”
“Then there’s no swimming happening.”
“You’re impossible.” Juhoon rolled over and put the blanket over himself. “Goodnight.”
Keonho chuckled, but soon joined him under the covers anyway.
“I feel like another person, Martin. Why didn’t you recommend me this sooner?”
“Okay, I see that you’re very happy after a good fucking. So I will not spoil the mood by bumping this book on your head.”
Juhoon simply smiled and went about his cottage. His walls seemed more alive, his spells had rejuvenated. He was searching for some dragon hair when Martin pointed out – “Woah dude, I can’t believe you agreed to it!”
“Hm?”
“That thing on your arm.”
Juhoon looked down at the pentagram Keonho had drawn on his skin.
“Oh yeah. What about it?”
“He was that good, huh? That’s some life bonding shit.”
Juhoon laughed, but it sounded comically strained.
“...This is not like, some telephonic booty call symbol?”
“Uh, no. You’re essentially married.”
Wait. Hold on. When Juhoon said I’m yours. he meant it as a figure of speech. Oh fuck.
“Son of a bit–”
“The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us. But he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us.”
— William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist