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Something had been wrong with Joonghyuk lately.
There had always been a lot of things wrong with Joonghyuk, but this one really took the cake. Considering Dokja had a bit of a screw loose himself, the fact that he thought it was bad said a lot.
His boyfriend had become uncharacteristically clingy.
He kept nuzzling into Dokja’s neck, bumping his head against him like an oversized dog, and wrapping him in tight embraces whenever he had the chance. Normally, Dokja would never have said no to cuddling, but this time was different.
It was summer, the air conditioner wasn’t working, and he couldn’t stand the heat radiating from Joonghyuk’s skin. He would swat his boyfriend away only for Joonghyuk to stare at him with sad, wounded eyes like a kicked puppy. In the end Dokja always relented.
While grumbling under his breath, of course.
Worse still, Joonghyuk had been burning up every night for the past few days. The fever ran alarmingly high, only to vanish by morning as if it had never existed. He trembled from head to toe, teeth chattering despite the heat rolling off him. His skin was scorching to the touch, his body caught between fire and ice. Even then, half-delirious and barely coherent, he still reached out for Dokja.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dokja had asked with fond exasperation—as he pressed the back of his hand against Joonghyuk’s forehead to check his temperature. He sat beside the bed with a basin of warm water and a towel, carefully draping it across Joonghyuk’s forehead.
“This is serious, Joonghyuk-ah. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No,” Joonghyuk had replied too quickly, a low groan escaped him. His face was flushed red as though he had just run a marathon. Despite overheating, he remained curled beneath several blankets, sweat soaking his skin. His broad back faced Dokja as he lay turned towards the wall.
“Joonghyuk, I really care about you. I don’t want you to die.” Dokja gently caressed Joonghyuk’s clammy hands beneath the blankets, worry etched across his face. The fever had lessened somewhat, but his skin still felt as hot as a pan filled with warm water. Even medicines he gave him earlier seems like did not have any effect.
“I’m not dying,” Joonghyuk wheezed.
“But you have a dangerously high fever. People can die from fevers, Joonghyuk. Earlier, you were hot enough to cook an egg on your skin.”
Dokja knew Joonghyuk avoided hospitals and healthcare facilities like the plague. For what reasons, he didn’t know. Joonghyuk almost never got sick anyway, so Dokja had never tried to pry.
Joonghyuk didn’t respond. He stayed silent except for his ragged breathing. He was clearly in pain and Dokja felt utterly helpless.
Maybe this was partly Dokja’s fault too. Joonghyuk had a bad habit of hiding his problems from everyone, and it usually took several heated arguments before he finally opened up to Dokja. His withdrawn personality had eventually gotten better, but old habits die hard. Dokja knew Joonghyuk was still hiding something from him, and he had probably been too immersed in work to notice that something was wrong.
Joonghyuk must have been suffering for days to end up like this. He looked defeated—a stark contrast to his usual strong, imposing self. Right now, Joonghyuk looked genuinely pitiful.
"Please,” Dokja pleaded, his voice wavering. “I really don’t want to lose you.”
When Joonghyuk still said nothing, desperation finally seeped into Dokja’s voice. His boyfriend could act like a brat sometimes. Under normal circumstances Dokja would have found it endearing, but right now it only made his chest tighten with frustration. “At least tell me what I can do to ease your pain, you bastard.”
At that, Joonghyuk’s ears perked up. He suddenly sat upright and stared at Dokja with pupils blown so wide that his irises were nearly swallowed by black. He yanked the warm towel off his forehead and tossed it back into the basin like it had personally offended him. Then he grabbed Dokja’s hands and sandwiched them between his feverish palms.
“Promise me you won’t leave me after I’m being honest with you.”
Dokja held his gaze and let out a shaky breath. He hadn’t realized he was so close to crying from how overwhelmed he felt. “I promise.”
That said, if Joonghyuk confessed that he had cancer or some incurable disease, Dokja would tackle him to the hospital immediately. Not that he could defeat Joonghyuk in terms of raw strength, but his boyfriend had always been weak whenever he begged sweetly. Dokja could use that as a last resort, even if it hurt his pride a little.
Nothing could have prepared him for the next sentence that came out of Joonghyuk’s mouth though.
“Let me have sex with you,” Joonghyuk said. He wore the same determined expression as a soldier marching off to war, jaw tight like he was bracing himself for something far more dangerous than rejection. With flushed skin and damp curls clinging to his sweat slicked face, he looked like the hottest thing pulled straight out of Dokja’s wet dream.
A heavy, pin-drop silence settled over the room. Dokja could only blink, his mouth hanging open and closed stupidly like a fish. Heat immediately rushed to his face, almost rivaling Joonghyuk’s flushed complexion.
“Um. Okay?” he replied meekly. “We’re lovers. It’s normal for us to be intimate.”
Actually, throughout their entire relationship, Joonghyuk had never properly tried to initiate sex with him. There had been plenty of kissing, incessant grinding, and jerking Dokja off until completion. Yet whenever Dokja tried to unzip his boyfriend's pants, Joonghyuk always shied away.
Joonghyuk was a man of many secrets, and Dokja had assumed he had some kind of traumatic experience regarding sex. Because of that, Dokja had never pushed or asked questions about Joonghyuk’s past. He had always been willing to wait until Joonghyuk was ready.
They had probably done everything out of order anyway. Being friends for so long meant living together had simply happened naturally. Sharing a bed, exchanging sleepy morning kisses, curling up together on the couch—Dokja had been content with all of it. They just hadn’t reached the sex part yet.
Dokja definitely hadn’t expected their first time to happen while Joonghyuk was sick, though. He narrowed his eyes in judgment, his mouth turning downward. Now he remembered why he had been upset in the first place.
“But that still doesn’t explain your fever, Joonghyuk. I’m still taking you to the hospital.”
“It’s not a fever,” Joonghyuk retorted through gritted teeth. His eyes darted everywhere except toward Dokja. The blush on his face deepened further, and for once, this proud man genuinely looked unsure of how to explain himself.
After a long pause, he exhaled. His face was so close to Dokja’s that he could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against his skin. For a second, it felt like crackling fire nipping at him.
“I’m a dragon,” Joonghyuk admitted quietly. “And I’m in rut. That’s why my body temperature is high.”
“…What?”
Okay. That was definitely news. Dokja laughed awkwardly, but the moment he saw Joonghyuk’s completely serious expression, the sound died in his throat. He... he's fucking serious.
Dokja just stared at him as though he’d grown a second head. Had the fever messed with his brain cells and induced some sort of hallucinations?
“That’s why I avoid hospitals,” Joonghyuk continued, unaware of the turmoil raging inside Dokja’s head. “My anatomy and biological functions are different from humans. I don’t want people finding out.”
And he is apparently fine with me knowing?
Some ridiculous spark of pride bloomed in Dokja’s chest at the thought of being trusted with Joonghyuk’s deepest secret. But wait—that wasn’t the important part right now.
Dokja laughed again, weaker this time. “Okay. Sure. My boyfriend being a dragon is apparently the most normal thing I’ve heard all week.” He paused before snorting. “What’s next? Are you going to tell me you have two dicks?”
The silence that followed was deafening. Dokja stared with bulging eyes and Joonghyuk avoided his gaze again.
“You… you have two dicks,” he repeated faintly. His voice sounded small, almost hysterical.
For one horrible second, Dokja wondered if this was all just some bizarre erotic dream and that he would wake up to a damp patch in his sweatpants. Back then, he used to read adult web novels with 'monsterfucker' tag plastered across the website, and they occasionally slipped into his dreams. But he didn’t remember reading any lately. He pinched his own thigh and the sharp sting that followed was horrifyingly real, so this definitely wasn’t a dream.
Joonghyuk huffed in calm reassurance. “I’ll make sure you won’t feel any pain.”
Dokja gulped. That explained a lot. So that was why Joonghyuk had always avoided having sex with him. Even so, Dokja couldn’t stop his mind from wandering at the thought of being split apart by those fat, enormous cocks. He had felt them more than once whenever he teased Joonghyuk by dropping into his lap while he was worked up. Those things were weapons of mass destruction, alright.
“But if we have sex while I’m in rut,” Joonghyuk continued carefully, “I’ll definitely impregnate you.”
Good God. Could this get any more bizarre? Dokja lamented.
“I’m a man, Joonghyuk.”
“I’m aware." Joonghyuk coughed awkwardly, visibly embarrassed. “My second cock, or the ovipositor...” He hesitated before forcing himself to continue. It seems like he was going crazy the more seconds he took to explain himself. “It opens up and deposits eggs. The eggs latch onto your body and create an artificial womb. Then my semen fertilizes them inside you. It doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman.”
It shouldn’t have sounded as hot as it did, especially when the sane part of him was screaming that two huge cocks would definitely rip him apart. Sure, Dokja had tried shoving dildos into his virgin ass before, but never two at once. Hell, the biggest he had ever managed to take was six inches, and even that had pushed his limits. Yoo Joonghyuk looked far bigger than that.
“You…” Dokja licked his lips nervously. Joonghyuk’s eyes immediately followed his motion. “It’s fine if you don’t use the second one, right?”
Joonghyuk’s expression dimmed. “I have to. I’m the last of my kind,” he said quietly. Between his ragged breaths, the pain in his voice began to make Dokja’s chest ache. The sounds leaving him wavered between his usual low rumble and something else—something closer to a wounded beast. “I’ve been alone for a very long time. My species will go extinct if I don’t reproduce.”
Then he leaned closer and pressed his burning face against Dokja’s neck, nosing at his skin. “But I only want you,” he murmured. “I want a family with you.”
Warm kisses trailed beneath Dokja’s ear while Joonghyuk's large hands wandered over his supple skin, eventually settling against his slim waist. Yet there was something tentative in every touch, as though Joonghyuk feared pushing too far and scaring him away. Heat gradually seeped from his body into Dokja’s until the warmth left the smaller man feeling feverish too.
Dokja threaded a hand through the dark curls, gently stroking the damp strands at the nape of Joonghyuk's neck. Joonghyuk let out a soft, pleased sigh at the touch.
"I repressed this for too long,” his boyfriend admitted, voice hoarse. “That’s why the symptoms have gotten worse. I want you so bad, but if you don’t want this, then I…”
“Okay.”
Joonghyuk immediately pulled away from his neck. His eyes widened. “…Okay?”
Before his lover could say anything else, Dokja kissed him. He softly licked into Joonghyuk’s mouth and nipped at his lower lip before quickly pulling away. Joonghyuk let out a strained whine the moment the kiss broke, instinctively chasing after him as though he couldn’t bear the distance. Dokja could only laugh at how desperate his boyfriend looked, so he pressed a brief kiss to his pouting lips.
“Okay,” he repeated more firmly this time. He trusted Joonghyuk with his whole life, and he trusted that Joonghyuk would never hurt him—especially not during sex.
Well. Probably.
Dokja had asked for some time to prepare himself before they finally did the deed. Both physical and mental preparation. He stood frozen in front of the fogged bathroom mirror, taking one shaky breath after another as if he could somehow steady the frantic pounding of his heart. His skin was still rosy and damp from the warm shower. Nervousness coiled tightly in his stomach the longer he stared at his own reflection. He rubbed his palms against the bathrobe, only then realizing how badly his hands were trembling.
Carefully, Dokja cracked open the bathroom door to peek into their shared bedroom before making his way toward the bed. His boyfriend was still typing on his phone, probably messaging his manager to postpone a scheduled stream. The moment he noticed Dokja approaching, he set the device aside on the nightstand, his expression immediately softened.
That alone was enough to make Dokja flustered again. He tightened his grip on the bathrobe wrapped around him. How did people even handle their first time? God, this felt unbearably awkward.
The other man must have noticed his nerves, because he reached over and gave Dokja’s hand a calm, reassuring squeeze. Warm hands guided him onto his lap, fingers slowly kneading the back of his neck. The lingering heat from his skin made Dokja shiver.
“Before we start, are you up for a few explanations?”
Dokja just slipped out a quiet laugh at his boyfriend's tentative question. He really couldn’t bring himself to feel angry, not even after learning about the enormous secret that had been hidden from him all these years. He used to think certain parts of his personality were his boyfriend’s weakness, only to realize the opposite was true too.
"Yoo Joonghyuk. You’ve got years’ worth of explanations. I still can’t believe I knew you this long without realizing you weren’t entirely human.”
The sound that answered him was a purr—an actual purr—though it resembled a deep, rumbling growl echoing from something ancient hidden far beneath the earth.
“Think of it as a bedtime story, Dokja-yah. You’ve always loved stories.”
A visible shudder ran through Dokja when warm lips brushed briefly against his neck and Joonghyuk's storytelling began.
He spoke about how desperately he had searched for his own kind, only to find nothing. How he had roared into the mountains, hoping for an answer, only for the empty cliffs to echo his voice back at him. He talked about the skies, the jagged peaks, and the mountains where he had once lived before choosing to hide among humans in order to survive.
He kept it brief and short. He didn’t talk about his flocks, his mother, or anything else. He only knew that he had always been by himself all this time. But then he found Dokja and for the first time in his long, long life—he no longer felt alone.
When Joonghyuk mentioned his name, he held his gaze and slot their fingers together, promptly made Dokja’s breath stutter.
Somewhere between all those fascinating stories about Joonghyuk's origins, there was one detail that stayed lodged in Dokja’s mind above all else: dragons mated for life. That confession alone sent butterflies blooming wildly through Dokja’s stomach. The thought of his boyfriend choosing him—wanting him for the rest of his life—filled him with a dizzy, overwhelming happiness. Isn’t this basically the equivalent of a human marriage?
(If only he's not dead by the end of this night speared by Joonghyuk's fat cocks, then Dokja would be the happiest man alive).
“I’ve never lied to you, have I? You won’t die,” Joonghyuk grumbled as he caressed Dokja’s thigh. Dokja only smiled sheepishly, realizing too late that he had accidentally spoken his thoughts out loud.
“Trust me, Dokja,” his boyfriend murmured. “You’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”
Then every coherent thought vanished from Dokja’s mind the moment Joonghyuk kissed him. Joonghyuk brushed his tongue against Dokja’s lower lip, so he instinctively parted his mouth, letting his lover deepen the kiss and explore the warmth inside. A quiet sigh escaped Dokja as he melted into it, his body gradually relaxing beneath Joonghyuk’s careful touch.
Once Joonghyuk seemed satisfied that Dokja had loosened up, he gently guided him down onto his back against the bed. When they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connected their mouths for a fleeting second before it broke.
Joonghyuk licked his lips. The fever burning through his body had lessened now that he could finally touch his mate. His instincts gradually calmed, soothed by the excitement of claiming Dokja as his own. He pulled off his sweat-soaked shirt and trousers before slowly stripping Dokja as well, all while capturing his boyfriend’s lips in another deep, searing kiss.
“I’ll start by injecting you with my venom,” Joonghyuk had said after pulling away briefly, pressing a soft peck against the corner of Dokja’s mouth.
The venom would remain beneath Dokja’s skin for a long time, warning other dragons that Dokja already belonged to someone—that he was undeniably Joonghyuk’s. Not that Joonghyuk actually had any other dragons around to flaunt his mate to, anyway.
Joonghyuk nipped at the spot beneath his ear before trailing fluttering kisses lower, stopping at the junction of Dokja’s neck and shoulder. Then the smaller man felt it vividly—sharp canines pressing against him had lengthened into sharp points. A small whimper slipped from Dokja's mouth when those fangs finally grazed the smooth flesh of his shoulder.
Joonghyuk still hadn’t fully explained what the venom actually did, but Dokja could already tell. Warmth spread beneath his skin almost immediately after the fangs pierced his tender skin, followed by a strange tingling sensation that made his body feel unbearably sensitive. Joonghyuk continued to lap gently at the blood on his neck, the touch almost tender despite everything. Dokja thought he might have been imagining it, but for a brief moment he swore he could feel the rough drag of a forked tongue aside from warm saliva against his skin.
“My venom works as both an aphrodisiac and a muscle relaxant,” Joonghyuk breathed against his neck.
Muscle relaxant? Dokja mouthed weakly, his voice barely audible. By now, he started to pant desperately like a bitch in heat, every breath uneven and embarrassingly needy. The air in the room suddenly felt unbearably hot, thick enough to suffocate him. He dragged in a shaky breath and weakly clawed at Joonghyuk’s chest, fingers curling against heated skin.
“It also helps to prepare your body for me. To ease you down there,” Joonghyuk tried to explain, though the words already seemed pointless when Dokja was clearly beginning to succumb to the venom’s effects.
Just as Joonghyuk finished speaking, Dokja felt something gush from his hole, soaking the sheets beneath. Joonghyuk seemed to notice it too and merely circled the sensitive rim with his thick fingers instead of pushing inside. Damp, slick sounds filled the room, drawing a guttural moan from Dokja.
His body was slowly changing. Dokja should have been terrified, yet an odd sense of contentment settled over him instead. The animalistic urge to be bred drowned out his fear, smothering it beneath a haze of desire. It had to be caused by the poison coursing through his veins.
Joonghyuk noticed the growing restlessness in his mate almost immediately and let out a quiet chuckle. The word 'mate' echoed pleasantly somewhere deep inside his chest, soothing the possessive beast lurking beneath his skin.
No human custom could ever compare to what dragons shared with the one they chose for life.
Joonghyuk had once wondered if he would never be able to court Dokja the way a true dragon should. Yet Dokja’s body had accepted his venom so naturally, reacting exactly the way a compatible partner would.
Of course he would be compatible.
Joonghyuk had been subtly introducing traces of his venom into Dokja’s bloodstream since the beginning of their relationship. A playful nip against Dokja’s lip here, a bite to his neck there, sometimes even his wrists or thighs whenever he felt particularly indulgent. Each time, the dosage had increased little by little. All of it had been preparation for this inevitable day.
There was no hurry; Joonghyuk intended to savor every second of it.
Joonghyuk hid a small smile against Dokja’s neck as his kisses slowly trailed lower. He paused at his chest, gently nipping at one nipple while kneading the other with careful fingers. His free hand wandered across exposed skin in slow, lingering touches, leaving scalding marks in its wake. Dokja cooed softly in response.
The teasing touch was back at Dokja's hole again, prompted a string of needy sound from the smaller man. He clutched the sheets tightly, overly sensitive and burning with embarrassment as he buried his red-tinted face into the pillow. The earlier preparation in the bathroom had left him pliant beneath every touch, his body bloomed far too easily.
Before long, his voice had risen into breathless, uneven sounds that no longer formed coherent speech. The ringing in his ears drowned out everything else until even his own voice sounded distant to him. Somewhere through the haze, a dazed thought crossed his mind. Is that really my voice?
“How many fingers did you use?”
Dokja failed to catch the question at first. In response, Joonghyuk spread his legs a little wider and repeated himself more slowly.
Dokja opened his eyes, gaze unfocused. "Fo- guhh- four -ohh -oh!"
Might as well shoved in a whole fist to prepare myself earlier.
His eyes rolled back immediately when all three of Joonghyuk’s fingers pressed against a tender bump inside him. Predictably, he could only take three because of the overwhelming difference in their size. Three digits of Joonghyuk's felt like four of his own.
Joonghyuk’s skillful fingers also felt nothing like his—thick, long, and rough with callouses as they brushed against places he could never find by himself. A high-pitched whine slipped from Dokja's throat, embarrassingly feminine and slutty.
"Ah! Ah! Wah- what is that-"
Joonghyuk only flashed a wide grin. “Seems like you never experienced prostate orgasm before. Poor thing.”
Before Dokja had the chance to retort, Joonghyuk bullied that spot inside him again, leaving him completely speechless. His boyfriend finger-fuck him harshly and damn near scraping his insides, the sphincter started to gave way under pressure. All Dokja could do was dig his heels against Joonghyuk's lower back while his blunt nails clawed across broad shoulders, drawing faint red indents behind.
"Oh! Oh! Joongh- not so hard! Do- don't press it-"
Dokja’s mouth fell open stupidly, his thoughts too scattered to form proper words. His pretty, red dick jolted at the stimulation, precum started to pour from the tip. His eyes trembled, unfocused and dazed as he writhed beneath the bigger man. But his bastard of a boyfriend only tightened his grip around Dokja’s slender waist. He held him firmly in place before capturing his lips in a demanding kiss and pinning him against the bed through sheer strength alone.
"Sho good —angh -Joonghyuuuk -I love youu -love youuu," Dokja spoke between searing kisses his lover kept stealing from him. His body bounced violently against the sheets with every brutal thrust of Joonghyuk’s fingers inside his tender hole, the relentless pace leaving him breathless. The force behind each movement turned their kisses messy and desperate—teeth knocking together between stuttering breaths and fleeting brushes of lips.
Breathless mewls and half-coherent murmurs of I love yous slipped from Dokja between ragged heaves, only to be swallowed by Joonghyuk’s insistent mouth. The overwhelming sensation left him trembling, toes curling against the sheets as pressure coiled tightly in his stomach. Pleasure continued building through his body in sharp, electric waves until he could barely think at all.
"I- I'm- closecloseclose!! Wai- Joonghyukk!"
Dokja couldn’t continue his wail. He could only open and close his mouth like a drowning man gasping for air. Joonghyuk peppered kisses across his chest and stomach while watching his lover slowly unravel beneath him. "Come, baby."
Dokja came untouched with a broken cry, the overwhelming pleasure leaving his entire body trembling. A spurt of warm and salty come sputtered on his own chest. He climaxed so hard some of it even splattered on his jaw. Heat spread across his chest as he shook through the aftershocks, breathing uneven and shallow. Even then, Joonghyuk continued to massage his inside with slow, steady touches until the trembling gradually eased from his limbs.
When Joonghyuk finally pulled his hand away, he wiped it absently against the sheets before cradling Dokja’s face with surprising gentleness. A slow kiss followed, soft and unhurried. Then he dragged his tongue along the corners of Dokja’s eyes, lapping up the thick tears gathered there. Joonghyuk cleaned him with a care of a grooming beast.
Once the tension had fully drained from his partner, Joonghyuk drew back and brushed soft kisses across Dokja’s cheeks and jaw. He murmured gentle praises about how well his mate had done.
Dokja hummed in reply, tongue felt heavy as lead. His limbs were weak and distant, as though they no longer belonged to him. While Joonghyuk hovered above him, he could still feel the heavy pressure of both cocks pressing on his belly.
"Can I... Can I suck you off?" He moaned weakly while eyeing the hard, red shafts that starting to grind against his own. He bucked his hips in tandem and upon hearing Joonghyuk's appreciative grunt, Dokja knew he was on the right track. Dokja was salivating now, drool slipping freely from the corner of his mouth.
“Tempting,” Joonghyuk groaned low before finally deciding he had teased his lover enough and leaned back slightly. “But let’s save that for next time. If I’m not inside you in the next few seconds, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Dokja just responded with whiny sounds that normally would have embarrassed him to death. As he blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes and Joonghyuk shifted slightly farther back, his gaze was immediately drawn to the sight of Joonghyuk's cocks.
Now that he could finally look properly, he realized just how overwhelming the difference between them was. While Dokja consider himself average, Joonghyuk was enormous. He was probably seven inches or more on his first cock, while his second one was around five. His upper cock that looked 'normal' curved slightly against his lower abdomen, while the second one with tapered tip looked far wider but shorter by comparison. Both were already rock hard and leaking precum, evidence of just how affected Joonghyuk was. Dokja had realized there was something white and pale strained beneath the slit of the second cock, barely held back as though it were on the verge of emerging.
Dokja gulped. That's the egg. That... Must be the ovipositor.
"I prepared you with three fingers so you can take my first cock. My cum will ease you more to take both later," Joonghyuk explained while starting to collect Dokja's slick from his soaked rim to coat both of his members.
He maneuvered Dokja onto his stomach and teased his hole, sliding his first cock between the plush curve of his cheeks without entering. Dokja only whined in response, trembling as he lifted his hips in silent invitation, earning a low chuckle from Joonghyuk. One hand settled firmly on Dokja’s waist, supple flesh spilling between his fingers. Joonghyuk guided his first cock into Dokja slowly while the second rubbed against Dokja’s half-hard length, the friction leaving him nice and overstimulated.
"Yes- yeshh," Dokja’s eyes crossed, and a long, breathless Ohh spilled from his mouth as Joonghyuk's upper cock finally settled inside him. It felt nothing like the collection of dildos Dokja owned. Joonghyuk let out a low moan at the tightness but remained still, giving Dokja time to adjust to his size while pressing slow kisses against the salty sweat coating his lover’s quivering back. Once he felt Dokja begin to roll those slutty hips against him, Joonghyuk finally started to move.
He started with a slow, languid pace. But as Dokja’s cries grew louder and more desperate, Joonghyuk braced himself against the bed, gripping Dokja firmly by the hips as he began to pound hard into him. At the same time, the ovipositor dragged against Dokja’s cock in the same relentless rhythm, leaving the smaller man shuddering beneath the overwhelming stimulation. Dokja reached down instinctively, only for his hand to be swatted away and replaced by Joonghyuk’s much larger one. He easily enveloped almost both of their dicks together.
"How is your first taste of real cock?" Joonghyuk panted against Dokja’s skin, leaving broad licks and sharp bites along the nape of his neck as he delivered another dose of venom through his fangs.
Dokja cried out loudly, sounding more beast than human. He seemed less and less like himself, consumed entirely by the heat overtaking his body. In truth, Joonghyuk had no real reason to give him more venom; even dragons in the middle of mating did not require that much. Yet he did it anyway, driven by selfish desire and a need to see Dokja surrender completely until nothing remained in his mind but Joonghyuk.
Dokja could not answer. His mouth could only manage broken Ahhs and shaky whimpers as his tongue lolled out, drool dampening the pillow beneath him. Heat spread through his body, steadily growing more intense, like an inferno coursing beneath his skin. His mind had long since gone hazy from the persistent abuse of Joonghyuk’s thick cock against his prostate, leaving him too dazed to think clearly. The venom inside his bloodstream made his brain blissfully empty except from cocks, cocks, and being bred full. Like a good breeding bitch.
Dokja came a second time that night, brought there by Joonghyuk’s harsh strokes over his cock and the ceaseless grinding against his prostate from the thick warmth inside him. His walls tightened sharply around Joonghyuk, drawing a low sigh from him. His cock twitched and dumped a heavy load deep inside Dokja, flooding him in thick pulses. The excess hot liquid overflowed in slow spurts around Joonghyuk’s thick girth, Dokjas tiny hole unable to hold the excessive amount inside.
Joonghyuk gave their cocks a lingering stroke until Dokja cried out. Releasing Dokja’s twitching dick, he shifted his attention to the plush curve of his ass, spreading the cheeks apart to get a better look at the greedy, tight rim swallowing his cock. Even after coming, Joonghyuk didn’t stop moving. He kept thrusting in and out, driving his hips forward and drawing loud, wet squelches every time that tempting ass slapped against his pelvis.
Dokja remained limp beneath him, impaled and pliant, taking him sweetly like the good mate he was. As his insides gradually loosened and cum continued to spill from that warm cavern, Joonghyuk licked his lips and thought, He’s ready for the eggs now.
He gave no warning when he slowly pulled his slick cock free. Dokja almost protested, glancing back with a pleading expression. From this position, he couldn’t see what was happening behind him, but any complaint immediately died in his throat, dissolving into a loud, obscene moan the moment he felt two of Joonghyuk’s cocks pushing inside him.
It stretched him wide, impossibly wide. Dokja’s eyes widened as tears spilled freely down his cheeks, both hands clawing weakly at the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation. But Joonghyuk’s hands remained firmly wrapped around his slim waist, holding him perfectly in place.
"You -guhh -you're going to tear me-"
"You will be fine," Joonghyuk shushed him softly, pressing kisses along his spine and sucking dark marks onto his previously unblemished skin. He moved with maddening patience, easing himself inside inch by inch—the hot, enormous cocks dragging against Dokja’s walls with torturous slowness. Each deliberate thrust scratched at the strange, aching itch left behind by the dragon’s venom, sending another wave of dizzying pleasure through him.
It doesn't hurt at all. What the fuck. What the fuck, Dokja thought, horrified. He felt nothing but an unexplainable sense of fullness and ecstasy.
His hole hung open and pliant now, stretched loose to take both of Joonghyuk’s cocks without much resistance, but tight enough to nicely massage those fat dicks. A quiet, almost disbelieving sound escaped Joonghyuk when Dokja’s ass finally pressed flush against his skin, leaving him fully bottomed out. The grip digging into Dokja’s narrow waist tightened, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises behind.
Without entirely pulling out, Joonghyuk turned him onto his back. He kept both thick cocks buried inside his mate the entire time. The shift knocked a breathless whine from Dokja’s throat. With this angle, he could finally see it—the obscene swell of his stomach, visibly bulging around the shapes lodged inside him. The sight was filthy, almost unreal, his abdomen stretched taut as though it could barely contain him. He already looked stuffed full.
“Good. Good mate,” Joonghyuk purred, one large hand pressing against Dokja’s swollen abdomen and drawing a broken keen from him. Dokja’s eyes squeezed shut the moment Joonghyuk started moving again. As he thrust balls deep, Joonghyuk kept a firm hand against the visible bulge in Dokja’s stomach, pressing down as though to feel the shape of his cocks inside him. Each movement struck with pinpoint accuracy against his prostate, forcing Dokja’s eyes to roll back in pure ecstasy as shaky breaths turned into strained wheezes.
His body trembled without restrain, overwhelmed by the sensation of being stretched and filled so completely. He felt unbearably full, the pressure curling through his entire body until it seemed to climb up the back of his throat. It left him dizzy and nauseous with pleasure.
Dokja’s hole clung whorisly to Joonghyuk's enormous cocks, every movement drawing out a slow, intoxicating pleasure that dulled the lingering ache into something warm and hazy. Joonghyuk's earlier release and the slick coating his cocks made each thrust glide smoothly, leaving behind nothing but the deep, sensual drag that kept pulling soft, broken sounds from Dokja's throat. Wet liquids stretched between their bodies whenever Joonghyuk moved, the obscene slickness only making Dokja's cheeks burn hotter with embarrassment.
Then Joonghyuk’s speed faltered.
A shudder ran through him as his hips stuttered against Dokja’s own, the ovipositor swelling wider inside him and forcing a strained gasp from the smaller man's throat. The unfamiliar appendage pulsed deep within him, sending a dizzying wave of heat through his body. Dokja could only cling weakly to Joonghyuk’s shoulders, trembling as the sensation fully overwhelmed him.
Joonghyuk buried his face against Dokja’s neck with a rough breath. He held him tight while the ovipositor throbbed and deposited those eggs deep at his mate's core.
Eggs!? The—the pulsing shape feels like there's more than one!
His racing thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the feeling of first egg slipped inside him. It was followed by the second and third, each one pressing heavily against his prostate and tearing a scream from Dokja’s throat. The sensation was overwhelming—painfully full yet unbearably pleasurable at the same time—leaving his body trembling beneath Joonghyuk’s weight.
Joonghyuk, meanwhile, shuddered with relief as the eggs were finally deposited. The tight heat of Dokja’s body clenching around his cocks combined with the satisfaction of release nearly drove him senseless. His head tipped back, eyes rolling shut as a full-body tremor coursed through him, every muscle tightening from the intensity of it. Feels so fucking good.
Time passed with unbearable slowness. Each egg slipping from Joonghyuk’s second cock dragged against Dokja’s insides before pressing firmly against his prostate, the constant pressure forcing sharp cries from his throat. It wasn’t just a brief touch; the sensation lingered, insistent and overwhelming, until Dokja’s dick jolted and spilled cum across his chest.
“Are—are you done?” Dokja wheezed through broken breaths, voice trembling from exhaustion. Somewhere in the haze of pleasure and overstimulation, he was almost impressed that he’d managed to stay conscious through all of it.
"Not yet."
Dokja moaned low because Joonghyuk, the bastard, started to move again as his cocks somehow expand more inside him. "How many- guhh- how many eggs are there?"
"Five," Joonghyuk grunted.
"F-five!?"
Joonghyuk no longer answered him. Low grunts and rough moans spilled from his throat, even louder than Dokja’s own sounds, as though he had already sunk too deeply into the haze of his rut. Dokja felt the unmistakable pressure of a fourth egg forcing its way deeper inside him, the sheer fullness drawing a choked cry from his lips.
Joonghyuk hissed sharply when the fifth followed after it, his restraint visibly fraying. He folded Dokja nearly in half beneath him, pressing his full weight down until Dokja could barely breathe around the crushing heat of their bodies. There was something distinctly inhuman in the way Joonghyuk looked now—his eyes tinted gold, lips curled back in a low snarl that made him resemble a predator looming over its prey.
"This is the last one, and it's bigger than before."
Dokja could only grip the sheets tightly, fingers twisting the fabric hard enough that it nearly tore. His mouth hung open in a silent gasp, eyes wide with shock as another overwhelming wave crashed through him. “Oh, f-fuck—fuck,” he choked out. His eyes burned from the strain, forcing him to squeeze them shut as tears streamed freely down his flushed face.
Dokja felt it immediately—the fifth egg was larger than the others, its sheer size forcing a strangled cry from his throat as it settled heavily inside him. The sensation drew a visible reaction from Joonghyuk as well; his eyes slid shut in bliss, thick brows furrowing with concentration while sweat traced the sharp curve of his jaw.
Every slow thrust pressed the egg deeper, stretching Dokja from the inside until his entire body trembled from the overwhelming fullness. Time dragged unbearably slow, each second marked by the suffocating pressure lodged deep in his stomach. Then came one final push—a powerful pulse that made Dokja gasp when the egg finally slipped fully into place.
Joonghyuk’s body shuddered above him before gradually going still, the earlier stuttering of his hips fading into rough, uneven breaths. Dokja sagged against the sheets in shaky relief, only to tense again when he realized Joonghyuk was still moving, low grunts rumbling from his chest as the haze of his rut refused to loosen its hold on him.
"Wh -whatt -ah ah- Joongh-"
"I need to inseminate you. So the eggs will got fertilized."
Dokja weakly started hitting those broad shoulders, shoving at Joonghyuk with whatever strength he still had left. Yet the larger man remained completely undeterred by the feeble resistance. If anything, the sight of Dokja trembling and crying while being unable to stop him only seemed to drive Joonghyuk further. His grip tightened and his movements grew rougher and faster as low, ragged breaths spilled from his throat.
"No- no- stop, stop! I'm dying! I'm dying-"
The force of Joonghyuk’s movements sent waves of pressure rolling through Dokja’s body, the eggs shifting heavily inside him and each of it punched his prostate dead. On. Everytime. Each thrust drew another strained sound from his throat, the constant fullness leaving him trembling beneath the relentless attention.
He felt full. Full of eggs, full of Joonghyuk’s seed, full of Joonghyuk himself. Just Joonghyuk, Joonghyuk, Joonghyuk—surrounding every thought until Dokja could barely tell where the overwhelming sensation ended and his own body began. The swollen curve of his stomach stood out obscenely now, rounded and heavy enough to make him look unmistakably pregnant.
Dokja’s gaze shook out of focus, breath spilling from his parted lips in short, uneven pants. When Joonghyuk finally released his legs, allowing the pressure against his swollen abdomen to ease, Dokja sagged weakly against the sheets, body still twitching from lingering overstimulation.
"The eggs will expand as it grows inside your womb."
What!? Dokja thought in shock. Why hadn’t he said that earlier?
He tried to respond, but nothing coherent made it past his swollen lips. Only broken moans and shaky whimpers slipped out as Joonghyuk continued to shake and jostling him around like a living double cocksleeves.
As though sensing exactly what he was thinking, Joonghyuk murmured, “If I’d told you everything earlier, you would’ve tried to run away from me.”
“Bah- bastard,” Dokja finally managed to gasp out, gathering enough strength to throw the insult back at him. He glared weakly through tear-blurred eyes. “Ah- a- and what makes you -guhh -think I -wah -won’t run away now?”
Joonghyuk arched a brow as if to say, Try me. His gaze lingered on Dokja’s swollen stomach, watching it jiggle faintly with every forceful pounding he gave to his partner. “You’re far too heavy with my litter to run anywhere,” he said, voice rough and smug with satisfaction.
Oh. Yoo fucking Joonghyuk is a bastard through and through.
Joonghyuk laced their fingers together. Dokja almost tried to pull his hand away, but the look Joonghyuk gave him stripped away the last of his resistance. There was so much adoration in his gaze, so much unsettling tenderness, that it contrasted sharply with the unforgiving pace of his movements.
Dokja gradually began to crumble under the mounting pressure inside him when Joonghyuk wrapped a hand around his cock. His grip was large enough to envelop it completely, stroking him in quick, steady motions that matched the relentless rhythm of his hips. The pleasure built rapidly, drawing louder moans from Dokja until his body tensed with the unmistakable warning of release.
Just as he reached the edge, Joonghyuk suddenly stopped. His hand tightened firmly around the tip, denying the climax outright and leaving Dokja shaking from the abrupt frustration.
"Because you're my mate now, you don't have a use of this thing again except for pissing yourself."
Dokja thrashed weakly beneath him, his free hand clawing at Joonghyuk’s wrist in a desperate attempt to pry his grip away. Soft, broken cries spilled from his lips while tears streamed freely down his flushed face, leaving him looking painfully pretty and vulnerable. "Nuh- ahh- Joonghyuk, Let me cum! Let me cumm-"
His pleads fell on deaf ears.
"What's the use of this anyway? Now that you carry my offspring, your sperm has become infertile." Joonghyuk pressed a wet thumb against the slit, the touch almost cruel in how deliberately he applied pressure there. Dokja could do nothing but squirm helplessly beneath him. Joonghyuk’s hand looked comically large wrapped around his cock, holding it firmly in place no matter how desperately Dokja’s trembling fingers tried to loosen his grip. "Now it's almost the same as a clit."
Dokja's inside immediately tighten even more and Joonghyuk groaned. "You like that? You like being seen as my woman?"
His boyfriend only shook his head in denial. With Joonghyuk’s large hands nearly spanning the entirety of Dokja’s waist, he looked impossibly small beneath him. From behind, Dokja’s body was completely hidden by the broad expanse of Joonghyuk’s back and rippling muscles. The only visible parts of him were the smooth legs wrapped tightly around Joonghyuk’s waist, enough that anyone glancing their way might have mistaken that Joonghyuk had made love with a woman.
"Does my wife like his clit being played?" He nuzzled against Dokja’s neck before starting to move again, thrusting his hips in deep, forceful motions. Loud slaps echoed through the room as he gradually picked up his speed, the rhythm growing harsher with every movement. One hand remained tightly laced with Dokja’s, while the other kept a firm grip around his cock, holding him steady through the overwhelming pace. "Your cunt feels soo fucking good."
Dokja panted in short, ragged breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to steady himself. His head tilted back slightly, tongue lolled out as he gasped for air. Joonghyuk let go of his cock as he came dry. "Stop- I'm- I'm going to puh- pass out!"
"Mm. You can pass out all you like. I'll do all the work."
Dokja let out a broken moan at that, his head tipping back as consciousness drifted in and out under the overwhelming intensity.
Joonghyuk shifted him again with ease, hoisting one of Dokja’s legs up and keeping him firmly in place as he fucked him sideways. Even through the rough, unrelenting rhythm, there was an oddly possessive tenderness in the way Joonghyuk occasionally brushed a hand over the curve of Dokja’s swollen belly, as if grounding himself in the sight of his pregnant mate.
Dokja could only cling weakly to him, breath breaking into uneven gasps as everything blurred into heat, pressure, and Joonghyuk’s unyielding hold.
Joonghyuk took him many times like that. The summer heat pressed in heavily, leaving Dokja teetering on the edge of consciousness as exhaustion and pleasure blurred together. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, drenched with combinations of cum, sweat, and spit.
Between the obscene, wet squelch of their activity, Joonghyuk always made sure Dokja knew that he felt so good. How tight, how wet and nice his inside was. Stuffed full of his offspring and looked so beautiful heavily pregnant. Joonghyuk burst his huge load again inside his womb for the nth time that night, as if making sure that every eggs were thoroughly coated and fertilized. Dokja was pumped full of cum it sloshed inside him even at the slightest movement.
Contrasted to how he brutalize his lover earlier, a tender smile plastered at Joonghyuk's handsome face as he caressed Dokja's bulging stomach. He crooned softly at his abdomen, as though speaking to his children. It was sweet, animalistic, driven by pure instinct.
The bizarre domesticity didn't last long when Dokja suddenly felt something flare at the base of Joonghyuk’s cocks, and he could do nothing except wail loudly. Joonghyuk shushed him, pulling his lover's legs wide apart into a ‘V’ so his body could better accept the sudden intrusion.
As payback, Dokja gripped Joonghyuk’s thighs tightly, digging his nails in until a bead of blood welled up. The bastard never said anything about a knot.
"So good," Joonghyuk groaned. He thrust inside again, deliberately dragging his knot against Dokja's sensitive rim multiple times as his lover began to sniffle pathetically.
Joonghyuk did whatever he wanted and went two more rounds like that, with Dokja pliant and malleable beneath him. It was as if he couldn’t—like he hadn’t had enough of his mate. If he could, Joonghyuk would probably have merged himself inside Dokja, locking him there forever and made love to him whenever he wanted. Joonghyuk said Dokja should not do anything else. He just need to warm his bed, get fucked, get pregnant, and birthing his child.
Dokja, half-lidded and sore, could only accept his fate as Joonghyuk captured his mouth again, rough and consuming. His strong hips continued the slow, unhurried rhythm, rocking lazily inside him. The eggs moved, five steady pressures and two cocks pressed his sweet spot in ceaseless movements.
He was really, really going to pass out. Knocked dead via an earth-shattering sex.
"Mine, mine," the dragon rumbles.
With startling clarity, Dokja heard a sound like bones cracking. The hands that held his round stomach gradually grew larger as scales and claws began to emerge. Still, the beast’s cradle embraced him gently through it all.
He couldn’t fully make out the form as dark spots crept across his vision. Dokja’s lashes trembled before his eyes finally slipped shut, and whatever awareness he had left dissolved into darkness.
