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Minho can't believe he has to resort to this. He's been so busy recently that he can’t even have a simple meal for his monthly needs.
He hates being a fox.
Though he prefers a more controlled environment, he can barely function with how low his demonic energy is. His ears have popped out that he even has to confound this man that he is now kissing so that he's not alarmed with the way he looks.
He could pretend they were accessories, but he hates when they play with his ears thinking he didn't feel anything when they touch it.
“Let's leave…” Minho manages to gasp as the man plays with his sensitive nipples, “...not here…!”
He is trying to get the man to stop when suddenly he is yanked back and hidden behind a broad shoulder, “Get away from him!”
Minho blinks.
The man across them also blinks, the confounding charm lifted from his hazy eyes, “Huh? Who?”
Oh, fuck.
“Sunbae!” He holds the man back when he looks like he's about to punch the other man.
“Please go and forget about this,” Minho says to the man who still looks very much confused about why he is in an alley and there is a man looking like he's about to kill him. However, as if in a trance, he leaves as soon as hears Minho’s command.
Minho sighs when the man has gone out of the alley, relieved that at least there is some charm remaining for him to listen to his command.
His relief is short lived though when the man who has been shielding him now turns around with a fierce look on his face.
Oh, fuck. What a mess.
“Sunbaenim, I can explain…”
***
Minho has often wished he is either a demon or a human. Neither of them has any need to recharge their demonic energy after all.
Many said it was a blessing, but there were also a lot saying it was a curse. Demon blood runs in their veins so that they have the superior characteristic of demons. Some are exceedingly beautiful and wittingly smart, some are strong and enticingly charismatic, some can even cast charms on humans. But those characteristics came with a price, for those who have demon bloods in their veins require the essence of life to survive.
Minho counts it as a curse. Aside from being unwittingly smart, he doesn’t find any other positive thing from being demon blooded and having to suck essence to survive is such a chore. He enjoys going out and finding a mate for the night, but having to do it every month is simply adding to his burden.
Which is why they come to this predicament.
On top of being too lazy to get out, he has been so busy lately helping his senior's research (the senior who is sitting in front of him, actually) on top of his own research that he didn't have time to find a one night stand. When he began to worry about his condition, he was already so low on energy that if he didn't get his fill tonight, he might turn into a fox for a week to recuperate.
He still needs to work on his research. So, with the last bit of energy that he had, he had confounded the finest man in the bar who’s willing to do the deed with him.
But, who would expect that Chan would interrupt him before he could have his fill.
“You're demon blooded?” Chan finally breaks their silence. They are sitting on the floor of Chan’s one bedroom apartment, which he offers as their temporary shelter as they cannot really keep talking in the alley with Minho’s ears out.
“Yes. As you can see,” Minho gestures to the ears on top of his head.
“...and you wanted to absorb that man essence?” Chan asks.
Minho eyes him, his body is still burning, but he needs to keep his cool. He still needs to participate in this man's research, jumping him for sex doesn’t seem like a good idea if he wants to stay in the team. But Chan’s room feels too warm for his comfort and his hunger is starting to get under his skin.
“We were about to have sex, but if you're concerned about the technicality, yes, I was about to absorb his essence,”
“...were you forcing him?”
Minho chokes on his saliva, “Excuse me?”
“Did you confound him to make him have sex with you?”
Minho can't help but glare at him. He needs relief but he's not some ape man who forces his need on someone else, “I confound him because I hate it when they play with my ears during sex! He agreed to have sex with me. Willingly. With his full consent.”
Chan blinks at him, “You don't like it when they play with your ears?”
“Yes! If human ears are already sensitive, just imagine what a–aah–” Minho gasps involuntarily when two fingers grip the tip of his left ear.
“What are you doing?” Minho says through gritted teeth.
Seemingly in a daze, his senior rubs the appendage with his thumb and forefinger, “It's so soft…”
Minho swallows the mewl that threatens to slip out of his mouth as he swats his hand off his ear.
“Don't play with it!” Minho snaps. It's already bad he feels too warm for his comfort, Chan doesn't seem to understand the consequences of his action.
“Sorry, they look so fluffy, I can't help but want to pet you…”
Minho would roll his eyes if he could, but the heat is eating him up, the warm room seems to get hotter. He agreed to follow Chan to his place because it seemed to be the best decision then. His place was too far, his condition didn’t fit for long travel just yet.
But, he’s starting to think he made the wrong decision. He didn't realize it before, there is a pine and cedarwood scent floating around, which belatedly, he remembers that's how his senior smells. An enticing smell with how its freshness soothed by the smooth fragrance.
“Are you okay?” Chan asks worriedly when he sees Minho clutches the fabric of his pants.
“I need to leave,” Minho wants to reach for his jacket, he really needs to eat.
“What are you saying? You can’t leave in this condition,” he says, frowning.
“Well, sunbaenim, I will jump you if I don't leave now,” This time, Minho manages to roll his eyes.
Minho extends his arms to get his jacket again, but Chan tosses it even farther out of reach. He is about to protest, but is quickly silenced when Chan says, "I don't mind."
Minho freezes, still on his knees with his arm outstretched, stunned by the older man's words. "You... do you even know what you're saying?"
Chan stares at him back, there is no hesitation in his eyes as he grabs Minho’s wrist, “I do. If you can absorb the essence of a stranger, why not absorb mine?”
Minho tries to wretch his hand out of the other man's grip, but he can only let out a startled yelp when Chan pulls him forward, making him fall straight into his arms.
Minho holds back a moan when he finally inhales the scent of pine and cedarwood directly from the source. The contrasting scent does something irrevocable to his inside, it's supposed to be a comforting refreshing scent but its sweetness seems to elevate his temperature even more.
“Sunbaenim…”
“We agreed you should call me hyung when it's just the two of us,” Chan whispers in his ear, his breath ghosting the sensitive appendage, causing shivers to run down Minho’s spine. Chan easily guides him into his embrace, making him sit on top of his crossed thighs, one hand encircling his small waist, the other still wrapped around his wrist.
“Sunb–Hyung!” Minho whines when Chan nuzzles his neck.
“Doesn't it feel good?”
It does. It feels good. It makes him crazy how the simple rub on the small of his back makes him want to be wrapped entirely by that strong arm. Chan’s thumb has been rubbing the inside of his wrist in a small circle, the tip of his nose caresses the sensitive skin of his neck.
The ghosting breath is soon replaced by warm lips and Minho can no longer help the shuddering moan when Chan slowly sucks on his pulse point.
All the heat in his body seems to gather on the lower part of his body, quickly filling up the length that is now pressing against Chan’s stomach. He doesn't realize he is rubbing his cock against his senior's stomach until Chan points it out, “Does it feel good humping me?”
A grin is adorning his face when Minho looks up. He already has both arms circling the broad shoulder while he gyrates his hips, trying to find friction for his cock.
“Go a bit lower and slower,” Chan guides his hips down and Minho bites his lip when that hardness slips between the crack of his ass.
He can’t believe the size of the organ that he just sits on. Chan is probably only half hard and Minho can already feel it distinctly against his ass. The amount of essence he can absorb makes his mouth water that he can’t help but whine, “Hyung…”
Chan kisses the corner of his lips, the warm hands on his waist steering him to grind down on Chan’s slowly hardening cock, “So, how about it, Minho? Will you jump me?”
That voice is truly a sin.
After taking another shuddering breath, Minho gazes at the older man who watches him expectantly and then Minho climbs down his lap.
Minho may have imagined it, but he thinks he sees disappointment flashes in those dark eyes. However, he is pretty sure they immediately brighten up once Minho’s shaky fingers start to unzip his pants.
“Just to be clear,” Minho starts, there is a tinge of red coloring his cheekbones, his eyes boring Chan’s watching eyes, “I am not forcing you. I have your full consent and you are completely sober when you agree to do this with me,”
Chan smiles apologetically, “I’m sorry. It is my bad for assuming,” Chan strokes his cheek and Minho is sure the blush deepens by how warm it feels under Chan’s fingers.
He huffs in response to Chan’s apology and brings his attention back to the tented boxer under his palm. He licks his dried lips, excitement fills his inside as he pulls the waistband down to reveal the almost fully hard cock.
Oh, fuck. Saliva instantly fills his mouth.
Minho has his fair share of big dicks. But they were either by length or girth. Never both.
Chan has both and it’s not even fully hard yet.
His tongue darts out to taste the tip and he earns a quiet groan from the older man and a twitch from the hardening length. He licks the engorging crown, twisting his tongue to and fro before finally gulping it into his warm mouth. Minho holds back a moan when it immediately hits the roof of his mouth, he pulls out a bit before swallowing the length deeper.
He can hear Chan’s groan as he grabs the back of his head. He has opened his legs wider so that Minho can settle better between them. His cock hardens with each lick and suck and Minho moans in delight when precum starts to drop from its tip. He feels shivers running down his spine as he can finally taste the thick essence that will soon fill him up.
“Minho… Let me move a bit,” Chan suddenly holds his head back, but Minho is not listening, not when he can feel how close he is to tasting Chan’s sperm.
He thinks he hears a quiet chuckle before Chan grabs his head, carefully navigating Minho who looks up to him with confusion. Chan moves to sit on the edge of his bed, swiftly removes his pants and boxer, and then stuffs a pillow under Minho’s knees.
All that with his cock still stuffed inside Minho’s mouth. Minho can't help but hum in approval at his sensibility.
“Does it taste that good that you can’t even stop for a minute?” he teases as he strokes Minho’s stuffed cheek, looking amused that Minho doesn’t even let the tip out.
Minho huffs again, feeling indignant about the teasing. He is starving, alright? After all that sucking, Chan still doesn't look like he's coming, of course he can't just do it leisurely. His jaw has started to ache by how big the cock that invades his mouth. He almost thinks he's not doing a good job before Chan finally bucks his hips to put his length deeper.
“Fuck… Sorry, Minho. That feels too good,” Chan moans when Minho contracts his tight throat, swallowing nearly all of its length. Minho’s eyes light up from the reaction. Moaning eagerly, he relaxes his throat, swallowing the penis even deeper, even patting Chan’s hip to encourage him to fuck his mouth.
Chan reflexively thrusts his hip, overwhelmed by the eager sucking, groaning an apology every time. But that only makes Minho bobs his head faster, his fingers deftly playing with the heavy sacs under the cock and stroking the rest of the length that doesn’t fit into his mouth.
“Minho–fucking Christ–I’m close–can I–”
Before he even finishes his question, Minho nods his head, a muffled plea slips out of his mouth as he relaxes his throat even further, embracing himself as he pulls Chan’s hips closer, “Please…fuck my face…come in my mouth…”
A deep groan is Minho’s last warning before two warm hands hold each side of his face, careful so as to not touch the ears peeking on the top, and then Chan pounds. The power of the thrusts knocks Minho’s breath out. Even when he’s already embracing himself for the impact, he still nearly chokes as the hard cock fills his throat repeatedly with increasing stride.
Tears stream down his face, his jaw slackens and salivas wet his shirt. He struggles to breathe, but every time Chan’s thrust gets harder, Minho can feel his own orgasm approach. The hard cock slides through his throat, closing his air pipe, but at the same time sending an inexplicable sense of pleasure down his spine.
When Chan’s hips finally stutters and he keeps the tip of his cock nestled down Minho’s throat as it shoots the essence straight through the passage, Minho is as pliant as a ragged doll, limbless and only stands because Chan is still holding his face in place. He fucks his mouth through the orgasm, deep alluring moans of his name teases his ears, bringing Minho’s own cock to spill inside his pants. The essence deliciously fills him up, warm and musky, almost sweet with how it blends with the pine and cedarwood scent from Chan’s body.
Like the starved demon that he is, Minho laps at every drop, sucking even the stubborn sperm that is stuck in his urethra. Shivers run through his body as the essence starts replenishing his energy, jolting his body awake and even more sensitive than before. He only stops when Chan pulls his cock away, a sloppy wet drag of his appendage across Minho's tongue. Even then Minho is still clinging to the length, kissing every inch almost in worship.
Again, there is a quiet chuckle before soft kisses pressed against the corner of his eyes, tender fingers wipe away the tears streak from his cheeks and the saliva stain from his red abused lips. Minho obediently keeps his chin up, watching through hazy eyes the familiar face that observes him with an amused gaze.
The usual him would be embarrassed by how lewd he acted in front of someone he knew. The usual him would be shy with how tender Chan’s fingers and kisses on his face. The usual him wouldn’t be the one leaning up to give an open mouthed kiss to the wide eyed man who’s now holding his waist to keep them steady.
Chan tastes delicious. If this was the usual him, one of those blow jobs would be enough. He just needed the essence, he didn’t need relief. Once he got his meal, regulating through his heat was an easy task. This time, surprisingly, he finds himself wanting more.
Minho sneaks his tongue inside Chan’s mouth, almost smirking when Chan groans when he tastes himself on Minho’s tongue. His fingers slip among the short hairs behind Chan’s head, holding him in place as he explores the warm cavern with his tongue, almost tongue fucking him until he is forced back to his own cave, chased out by the older man’s tongue that now invade his warm cavern. He whines when that tongue is joined by sharp canines that mercilessly gnaw on his bottom lip.
“Stop biting me,” Minho pants hoarsely, when Chan doesn’t stop chewing his lips. Oh, his throat is wrecked, Minho thinks delightedly.
“That…Sorry, was I too hard on you?” Chan asks, worry fills his eyes hearing Minho’s voice.
Minho clears his throat before pecking the older man’s downturned lips, “I’m fine. It was delicious,”
He smirks when the grip on his waist tightens and the half hard cock pressed against his groin twitches, “Can I have more?” He takes one of the hands that are gripping his waist, guiding it under the waistband of his pants, his smirk gets wider when Chan’s eyes widen, looking scandalized.
“Take it off, you don’t even need to prepare me anymore. Come in me,”
***