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It’s been over 24 hours since Hanbin caught a glimpse of Hao.
It’s ridiculous even. The inn they were staying in couldn't have stretched more than six hundred square feet, accommodating nothing more than a lobby area and four rooms. They had been separated from the adventure party, nine split into seven and two, only fumbling their way through the murk of grass and trees before they even drew in close to the current inn. Which made it even more comical the lack of Hao Hanbin had even gotten to see.
If the situation couldn’t have gotten more ridiculous, the inn was located at the outskirts of a small town. Notably, less known as an inn, and more of a love motel. The day they had met the old woman running the lobby and embarrassingly explained why they needed two separate rooms, Hanbin hadn’t seen Hao since.
A sweaty hand runs through his dark hair, a loud sigh leaving his mouth as Hanbin falls backwards onto the straw bed. It makes a loud thud when his back hits the surface and a gust of wind gets knocked from his chest, but he doesn’t seem to care as his mind has wandered elsewhere.
He can’t even begin to comprehend how they had fallen to such a point.
It was a group of nine adventurers, all well-trained and adapted to the mess of trees that stretched in the unknown territory beyond Seoul. They had someone on the flank, trained in the bow and arrow. Moreover, they had a tank, a young boy well-versed in the claymore, that Hanbin had lacked in previous team formations beforehand. Him and Hao had partnered long ago, when he first began adventuring to earn a little extra bank for him and his mother and father. Yet this was one of the first teams where it seemed almost impossible for something to go wrong. He seemingly had the worst amount of luck compared to any other adventurer, the group of nine’s camp ambushed by a group of wild animals just a couple minutes after midnight.
Hanbin rubs his face as he recalls the night, wiping another sigh off his face.
Wild animals aren’t the worst enemy. Not when all nine of them had enough experience combined to flank the entire forest. But it was likely more than just wild animals, a cloaked figure running behind the mass of animal bodies with that glowing halo. Hanbin had caught a glimpse before him and Hao had been hit and that’s when it clicked.
A mage.
He doesn’t know why in particular a mage would attack them, not when they had been respectful with anything they had slain, leaving burials for creatures that most adventurers would leave their carcasses for the vultures.
But he digresses.
A flush spreads across Hanbin’s face as he buries his face deeper into the palms of his hands. Then there was the other problem.
When the two had been hit by a spell from the mage, the two had fallen back, both too worried while checking each other to make sure the other was alright. When the two had deemed the spell had done little to no harm, they had quickly found that the chaos that once surrounded them had melted away and they were completely and utterly alone .
But that was the problem. The spell momentarily had caused no harm. Though, now? He was hard, constantly. The same time Hanbin had last seen Hao, the tightness in his pants never seemed to cease. Truly, he felt like a teenage boy all over again.
He sighs loudly inside his room, blushing despite no one being able to witness the absolute catastrophe he was in before shaking his head. He’d have to take another cold shower before he headed out. For the second time this morning.
———————
Buying groceries proved to be a harder task than usual with his current predicament. It was okay at first, starting small talk with the elderly couple who ran a fruit stand where Hanbin begrudgingly bought a stash of pre-cut durian for Hao in hopes of being able to catch a quick glimpse of the man. The moment he drew closer to the inn, the problem was back. Aching and pulsing hot in his skin.
Hanbin skittered around the lobby, dodging any possible awkward conversations with the older woman at the lobby. He sighed in relief when he saw the lobby to be empty, scampering his way as he shifted the belt of his pants to adjust to the uncomfortable feeling.
Before he could make it into his room, he hears a noise that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
“Bin?”
It’s so quiet Hanbin almost misses it, the bags of groceries dropping to the floor as he glances towards Hao’s room. The door’s open ajar, a pale hand reaching out to grab his attention. If Hanbin didn’t know that voice any better, he would’ve thought some ghost had possessed the inn.
“Hao-hyung?” Hanbin echoes back, cautiously taking a slow step towards the door. His problem could wait, Hanbin shifting around as he reaches a hand to open the door. The hinges creak on contact and a hand quickly pushes against the door as if preventing Hanbin from opening it any further.
With confusion etched in his voice, Hanbin lets out a whisper, “Hyung?”
Hao’s voice comes out so quiet it almost goes unheard, “Promise me you won’t scream.”
Hanbin’s brows furrow, worry washing over him wave after wave as anxiety begins to crawl at the base of his stomach. Had Hao been hit harder than he was with the spell? Was he injured in a spot Hanbin hadn’t noticed? Perhaps even before the mage had gotten him? And here Hanbin was, getting hard an uncomfortable amount of times every day while Hao was writhing in possible pain, what a horrible adventuring partner he was.
“You have to,” Hao repeats, voice slightly louder this time, “Promise me.”
Hanbin replies without an ounce of hesitation, “I promise.”
The door creaks open, light entering the dimly lit room from the hallway. The smell hits Hanbin before his eyes can focus, a sweet floral that’s mixed with something akin to baby powder. It’s pungent, so strong like it coats the air with its sweetness.
When Hanbin’s eyes do focus, he has to hold in the sharp gasp that almost leaves his eyes as his jaw slackens. Hao scrambles to close his door with a snap, blinking a couple times at Hanbin as he shifts from one foot to another.
To say Hanbin was surprised would be an understatement.
Hao's usual mess of mousy brown tousled hair was a light pink shade that teetered to the realms of purple. Nestled in his hair were two black horns, almost like devil horns, the tips peeking out from between his strands. All Hao's wearing is a large T-shirt that settles in the middle of his thighs, something swishing behind his back. It only makes Hanbin dry swallow, the gears in his mind turning at an inhumane speed as he realizes it’s a tail .
“Oh.”
Hao rubs at the back of his neck, “‘Oh’ doesn’t seem like the most appropriate reaction,” he teases lightly before seating himself onto his bed, “I—,” He pauses as he looks between the door and Hanbin, as if he would rather be caught dead than having the current conversation, “I have a question.”
Something twitches in Hanbin’s pants and he’s never wanted to bang his head against a wall more than he ever had in that current moment. He settles onto Hao’s bed, choosing the best option is to lay one of the decorative pillows over his lap in a weak attempt to cover his growing problem.
“Go on.” Hanbin chides, his voice a little hoarse as he gulps.
Hao flushes, his eyes darting around the room as he fiddles with the fray strands of his t-shirt that sprung across his collar, “Do you—” Hao looks strained as he forces the words out his mouth, “Do you also have a problem down there ?”
Hanbin bites his lip, debating on being honest or just straight up lying. This could probably rank as one of the top most embarrassing moments of his entire life. He nods slowly, deciding if Hao also had the same problem, maybe they could find a solution together.
Not in that way.
Hao lets out a loud sigh, like he’s been holding back the notion, “Oh thank God,” He flops back onto the bed as he lets out a noise of relief, “I thought it was just me. When that mage hit us with that spell, the moment I stepped foot into this room these horns and tail popped out.”
Hanbin has to fight every urge to not rut into the pillow on his lap after taking a glance at Hao’s tail that sways behind him. God, what had the mage done to him?
“I think,” Hanbin croaks out, “You got hit harder than I did. Or maybe, more of the spell was effective on you?”
“Maybe.” Hao purses his lips, “I think it was when I pushed you and I felt like something hit my chest.”
Hanbin nods his head. There’s a part of him that wants to continue the conversation with Hao, to figure out the root of their problems. But another part of Hanbin wants to run back to his room and uselessly jerk off in another bout of cold showers to calm the throbbing problem in his pants. It was getting to a point he was too uncomfortable, almost like he was bursting from the seams.
“How have you—” Hao still seems a bit shy on topic, cocking his head to the side as he studies the extremely interesting walls as he finishes his question, “Been adjusting to the change?”
Now Hanbin’s confused. His brows draw upright, body tensing as he hugs the pillow closer to his southern region, “Wha—”
“Weird, right? I’ve been looking up everything in the spells book Taerae accidentally left behind to reverse–”
Hanbin holds up a hand, shaking his head as he tries to reel the other back in, “Wait, hyung,” He swallows nervously, his palms feeling impossibly sweaty, “What do you mean change?”
Hao’s head shoots up, no longer focused on counting the tiles on the ceiling and focusing on Hanbin. His eyes widen and then he squints, his voice dropping to a whisper, “You–” Hao holds up a finger, “You, what did you mean by having problems down there?” He holds an accusatory finger up at Hanbin.
“I,” Hanbin’s voice seems to fail him, a hot sensation spreading from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, “Since the spell, I keep,” He struggles to get the words out, hand fumbling with his collar like the room’s too hot and blinking one too many times in the span of five seconds, “I can’t stop getting hard. I thought that’s what you meant.” Hanbin’s voice drops down to a whisper, glancing down at his lap where the decorative pillow almost seems to be mocking him.
His eyes shoot up again to meet Hao’s, a curiosity filling his eyes as he stares, “What did you mean?”
“Oh God.”
Hao’s hand goes up to his mouth as the shock seems even more evident on his features, “Before I explain,” His hands scramble for purchase, gripping into his sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, “You have to wait for me to finish explaining why.”
Hanbin nods slowly, trying his best to continue to ignore his problem.
“Succubi. It’s a spell from the Romans, dating back to over three centuries ago,” Hao begins, speaking slowly and doing his best to gauge Hanbin’s reactions, “It’s considered dark magic, almost a forgotten spell. It’s brewed from one of the seven deadly sins, lust.”
Hanbin’s mind seems to be working overtime, his breathing coming out labored as he processed the words. Lust? Was that why he was having this problem? Was that why Hao looked so different?
“It’s typically casted on two individuals,” Hao holds up two fingers, “One is the succubus.” He points at himself, hand waving around the devil horns and pointing backwards at his tail, “The other is its life force.” He gulps before pointing at Hanbin.
“Life force?” Hanbin echoes. What the hell could that even mean, and was that why he’s like this?
Hao nods, “Based on the reading in the book, it goes away when the succubus drains the life force and both return back to their original human forces.”
Hanbin’s eyes glance towards the floor, then the walls, then the ceiling, then back at Hao. He notices the floral scent in the room growing stronger, a stark realization washing over him that the scent seemed to be emitting from Hao. His senses almost attuned to pull it out from all the mingling scents of the room.
“And,” A small part of him knows already, but he can’t help but ask, “And how do we do that?”
Hao gulps, his wide eyes almost gleaming under the low lighting of his room, “You know how Sung Hanbin.”
Hanbin’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down at the way his own name rolls off the other’s tongue, yet he presses on with his questions, even if it means ignoring his throbbing problem between his legs for a second longer.
“So what do you mean, when you say something changed?”
Hao avoids his eye contact, “I—” He licks his lips, pulling his lip between his teeth. Hanbin seems to be hyper aware of any action Hao makes, he thinks it may be a contributor to the spell of the ‘Succubi’.
“I’ll just show you.”
That’s how Hanbin finds himself settled on his knees by the foot of Hao’s bed. The other’s laying on his back, his tail sticking out from the side and flicking side to side like it's eager for what’s about to come. The fabric of Hao’s shirt rides up as he settles down, his hair falling back and almost pillowing around the horns on his head.
“Promise me you won’t laugh,” Hao whispers, a bit more shy than before. His cheeks are a dusty pink, almost the same shade as his hair. He lifts a hand up to Hanbin, his pinky outstretched. Hanbin almost wants to laugh at the situation, not to make fun of Hao, but almost out of endearment. Hanbin links their pinkies together.
“I promise I won’t laugh,” Hanbin decides to add his own terms as well on top of it, “And I promise this won’t change anything between us.”
Hao’s fingers dance around the hem of his shirt before slowly dragging it upwards, letting the fabric sit right above the dip in his waist. Hanbin sucks in a breath, his mouth immediately going dry as he stares at the sight. Hao’s completely bare, milky thighs on display as they press tightly against one another. He likely opted for nothing on the bottom for the comfort of his tail, Hanbin’s eyes raking over the lines of Hao’s abs that tense under his intense stare and the immediate cold. His eyes continue downward to see that right below Hao’s belly button is a tattoo, almost faintly glowing against his skin. A heart is painted with streaks coming out like wings, like a sigil.
“Can I?” Hanbin whispers, ghostly fingers reaching forward like he’s in a trance.
Hao nods.
Hanbin wastes no time in grabbing onto Hao’s waist, kneading the smooth skin there before promptly allowing his pointer finger to drag over the tattoo. It seems to respond to him, flashing a bright purple when he trails his fingers over the intricacies of the design. Hao seems to tremble under the touch, head thrown back as a muffled whimper leaves his lips like a prayer, lip bitten between his teeth.
Hanbin shudders at the noise, his friend downstairs reacting just the same. Dammit, was he always this reactive to Hao or was it just the spell? He would never exactly know.
“It’s cold, I’m sorry.” Hanbin supplies, bringing his hands back and rubbing them together to create some heat before continuing his earlier antics. Letting his hand slide over Hao’s waist, marveling at the way the other twitches underneath him like Hanbin’s touch alone was getting him aroused.
“Bin-ah,” Hao looks up at Hanbin through his lashes, the blush still evident on his cheeks as he presses his thighs closer together, “Are you okay with doing this?”
Hanbin wishes he was capable of a rational thought—of supplying an intelligent answer. He’s more than okay with doing this, he’s probably imagined this at least a hundred times before, after all, his raging crush on Hao was no secret amongst his friends. But under these circumstances? The absolute last thing he expected.
The smell of something floral invades his nostrils and he has to stutter out his words, “Yes,” He flinches at his own words, desperation almost laced between the syllables, “I’m okay. Are you?”
Hao nods, “If it’ll bring us back to normal.” He shakes his head, “What I mean is, I’m glad it’s you.”
Hanbin swears his heart does a backflip, shaking hands smoothing over the tattoo again as Hao lets out a louder whimper. The sensation must have been a bit much, Hao’s legs parting and the sight alone almost makes Hanbin come straight into his briefs and pants.
“Hyung–?” The noise he lets out is choked out, his eyes bugging out of his head.
Hao seems to notice where Hanbin’s notice had fallen, his legs instantly snapping shut as if on instinct. Hanbin slots a hand between his thighs before they completely close, taking advantage of being stronger than Hao and prying them apart.
“Wait–” Hao kicks out a leg, the limb doing little force to Hanbin’s lowering body, his focus completely enamored by what lies between Hao’s legs.
“Don’t look!” Hao shrieks, hand darting between his legs as he tries to push Hanbin’s head away but his efforts are futile. Hanbin keeps a firm grip on Hao’s outer thighs, large hands spread over the flesh as he grips down and pulls Hao closer to his face.
Hanbin audibly lets out a groan. Hao has a pussy . It glistens as Hanbin studies it, breathing in the natural musk. There’s a wetness that seeps between Hao’s lips, slicking up the entirety of the region. The top hood swoops down to enclose over a small button, just barely there, poking out as if begging for contact.
“It’s the spell,” Hao’s words are muffled by his hands, his face stuffed into them as if he can’t bear to look, “You can always back out, you know that, Bin-ah?”
Hanbin aggressively shakes his head, his pants straining around himself. He’s too far gone, so enthralled by everything that lay before him.
Sung Hanbin was no more than a man.
A wandering finger lifts to Hao’s pussy, experimentally swiping across the folds, gathering the wetness on the pads of his fingers. It makes Hao’s thighs around his head tense, a low noise humming from the older’s throat.
“You’re so,” Hanbin gulps, “Wet.”
His words seem to take an effect on Hao, more slick beginning to pool around his fluttering hole. Amidst his curiosity, Hanbin lifts his hands to Hao’s folds, dancing around his hold before pulling the sides back, revealing his hole. It clenches on air, the pink walls tensing, waiting for something to come in.
“Stop looking at it so hard,” Hao groans out loud, “It’s making me nervous.”
Hanbin doesn’t respond, the other not even noticing how close Hanbin had gotten. Hanbin’s urges only get stronger when he sees just how damp the other is, almost moaning aloud himself from the pure floral that wafts up his nose. Without a warning, he presses closer, a chaste kiss to the other’s lips that leaves Hao’s hips lifting off the mattress, a loud gasp leaving his mouth.
“Hanbin!” Hao yelps, his tone almost reprimanding but it gets cut off into a series of whines when Hanbin fully gives into the urges clawing at his stomach. He starts by licking a long stripe, all the way from Hao’s hole to his hood. He watches as Hao trembles at the swipe near his hood and it clicks in Hanbin’s mind.
Hanbin doubles down, almost too eager to get the other to hit his peak climax. Flattening his tongue, he runs it over the hood before tensing all he can to the tip of his tongue and circling it around the growing bud just below it.
It makes Hao thrash against the sheets, a wail leaving his lips that sound like music to Hanbin’s ears.
Hanbin finds a rhythm, slowly encircling it with his tongue, then flicking the bud up and down, his entire mouth salivating as he abuses the other’s clit. Hao’s thighs tense, the muscles twitching, clamping down on Hanbin’s head and releasing as he lets out a whimper. Hao’s voice only seems to grow louder and louder, Hanbin determined to see just how loud Hao can get.
“It’s–” Hao manages to gasp out, his hand grasping onto Hanbin’s hair and trying to pull him back, “It’s too much. I’m close.”
Hanbin only takes it as encouragement, suctioning his lips over the now fully hard clit. He pauses there, letting the warm cavern of his mouth hover. His eyes flick up to gauge Hao’s reaction, the quick rise and fall of his chest, laboured breathing that seems like he’s close to dying .
A teasing touch with the tip of his tongue within his mouth.
It earns him a kick from Hao’s leg, coming up and slamming down onto the bed. One of Hao’s hands is gripping so hard onto the bed, Hanbin’s fogged up mind almost registering the other could practically claw through the thin sheets.
Then, he utterly sucks. The noise is so obscene Hanbin thinks he may have come a little in his own pants. The squelch, the way Hao’s grip in his hair tightens, the choked out noises, Hanbin thinks this is what the gates of Heaven has to sound like.
Hao’s panting at this point, drool ebbing into his words as they become drowsy with a wanton type of desire.
It only spurs Hanbin even further on, the man gripping hard onto Hao’s thighs to keep them in place and apart . With the slightest bite of his teeth, he rolls the twitching bud between them, placing just enough force.
It works like a charm. Hao’s back arches like a bowstring, a loud wail leaving his mouth as his orgasm washes over him. Slick gushes out of him, dirtying Hanbin’s chin who still hasn’t finished his abuse on the other’s clit.
“Bin,” Hao pants, “Wait–I–” He pulls at Hanbin’s scalp who simply shakes his head and continues with softer kitten licks over the expanse of Hao’s hood and right below his clit, “I’m too sensitive.” Hao manages to get out.
Hanbin gives one last suck on Hao’s clit, teeth clenching ever so slightly over the sensitive nerve which makes Hao’s legs go taut once again. He travels downwards and claims the fruit of his labor, drinking in the slick that still trickles out, watching as when Hao clenches more seems to pour out of him. It tastes all too heavenly, so sweet and nectar-like, Hanbin’s mouth almost stuck to the other’s dripping cunt.
When Hanbin comes up, Hao lets out a laugh, his eyes crinkling as he uses a hand to wipe at Hanbin’s chin.
“Are you supposed to be my life force or is this the other way around?” Hao muses, chuckling to himself as he pulls Hanbin over him.
“I couldn’t help myself.” Hanbin shrugs.
Hao laughs again before slotting their lips together. It only makes Hanbin feel like he’s growing even harder, if that was possible, with the way Hao tastes on his tongue mixing with the saliva they’re currently sharing. Hanbin’s greedy tongue flicks out so incredibly desperate to explore further into the other’s mouth.
It’s all Hao, Hao, Hao. His slick, still dancing on their tongues that slide against one another. The breath of the other, coming like huffs from Hao’s mouth. The way, Oh God, the way Hao’s mouth fits right against Hanbin’s, those plump, reddening, soft lips coming over his.
Hanbin thinks this might be one of the best moments of his life.
When they pull back for a breath of air, Hanbin’s words tumble out of his mouth with no filter, the man so caught up in the sights, smells, and pure pleasure he was experiencing.
“Hyung, I think I want you on my tongue forever.”
Hao’s eyes are a bit dazed, still recovering from Hanbin’s kiss. Hanbin doesn’t even give him a chance to respond, diving down to only claim more of what’s his. He fits his mouth against Hao’s, indulging in the way they fit like they belong together for an infinite amount of time.
When Hanbin pulls back this time, Hao seems almost entirely gone. His pupils seem out of focus, almost shaped like hearts that make Hanbin’s stomach flip around in a circle. His tongue pokes out the side of his mouth, drool slipping out like his mouth’s only purpose was to produce more wetness.
Hao shakes his head, focusing back into the moment before his fingers are fumbling at Hanbin’s slacks.
“Need you.” Hao mumbles, shaking fingers unable to get the belt out of its loop, “Need you inside me. Want to feel you. So bad.” Hanbin only chuckles, helping the other with unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks and boxers off in one go.
His dick springs back, the tip an angry red as it slaps against his stomach. He helps Hao out of his shirt, tucking his tail from being caught in the fabric. Hao’s hands are clumsy, so desperate to touch Hanbin that his shaky hands are already around his length, pumping it up and down and slotting his open mouth right over Hanbin’s tip.
Oh God.
Hanbin sees white . It’s all too hot, swirling around his cock in a way that he couldn’t even begin to imagine, let alone replicate with his hand. It’s his hyung, Hao for goodness sake, whose soft lips are wrapped around his tip.
He can’t come, not right now. Not so prematurely.
Hanbin’s hip bucks, the heat engulfing his most sensitive part being almost too much. Hao’s hands are large, almost encompassing the entire girth of his cock as Hao bobs his head ever so slightly, rocking his hot mouth around the tip.
“You feel so good.” Hanbin supplies through his breaths, his entire body tense to prevent him from just grabbing Hao’s hair and fucking into his hot cavern of a mouth.
He opts to grab onto the sheets, tangling his hands into the duvet in hopes of trying to hold back the dam of desire threatening to spill through. He also hopes, with enough force, that the pressure of his hands and grip would help prevent him from straight up cumming down Hao’s throat.
Hao doesn’t reply, only rubbing his tongue over Hanbin’s slit with a handful of kitten licks, Hanbin hissing at the contact.
“Wait,” Hanbin pushes Hao back, the other’s mouth immediately dropping into a pout as he gets dragged away from Hanbin’s cock.
“Don’t want to come until I’m inside you.” Hanbin whispers, pressing on Hao’s shoulder to lie him down onto his back.
“Hurry.”
Hao’s words enter Hanbin’s ear like a plea, the man’s resolve weakening to absolutely nothing. The slide is entirely too wet, Hanbin throwing his head back as a throaty noise leaves his chest. He uses a hand and guides his cock to roll against the other’s folds, up, down, and then pressing his own sensitive slit to the other’s bundle of nerves. Hanbin bends over from the pleasure buzzing in his veins, his reaction even more visceral watching Hao’s legs straighten with his toes curling, mouth falling open, wet pink lips parted.
As if to tease, Hanbin drags his tip closer to the other’s gaping hole, feeding it past the ring of muscle before pulling out just as quickly, only to watch Hao’s expressions. Hanbin thinks he’s drunk, so entirely drunk off the way Hao’s nose scrunches, a petulant whine getting drawn from his mouth with each circle of Hanbin’s tip around his hole, pushing in just past the head, and pulling promptly out.
“Are you,” Hao’s voice drops down an octave, “Trying to tease me?”
Without a warning, Hao wraps his legs around Hanbin’s bare waist when his tip lines up with his entrance, slamming the other’s body against himself. They both immediately gasp at the intrusion, Hao’s brows furrowed as his body adjusts to the stretch. Hanbin’s face is scrunched up as he wills his body to not immediately burst upon the first stroke inside of Hao. He’s so tight, so warm, so hot .
Hao clenches down, almost to signal Hanbin to move.
“You okay?” Hanbin still whispers, carefully eyeing Hao’s face up and down to detect if the other’s in any sort of pain.
“Sung Hanbin,” Hao seethes through his teeth, “If you don’t fuck me stupid right now—”
Hanbin doesn’t need to be told twice.
He draws his hips back, then snaps them forward. Hao seems to flounce against the bed from the force, hand slamming down onto the sheet to grip onto the fabric to prevent himself from sliding too far back. Hanbin’s addicted to the adrenaline running through his ears, his brain, it’s all burned to nothing but mush as he practically melts into Hao. He could stay there forever.
Hanbin lets out a quiet groan, the noise rumbling in his throat when he drags out his cock, a spongy piece of flesh brushing against the length of his cock. He watches in awe, the way Hao’s eyes roll to the back of his head, punching out noises coming straight from his gut.
As if spurred on from it all, Hanbin pistons his hips in that angle, rocking back onto the heels of his feet and dragging Hao’s body onto his lap. Hao’s thighs lay on either side of him, a bruising grip suctioned onto Hao’s waist as he angles his cockhead to brush by that familiar spongy flesh in the midst of Hao’s core with every stroke out and in.
“So–” A pant, “Good,” Hao’s head rolls back, his throat on full display as Hanbin rocks back and forth inside and thrusts again into his spasming pussy, “Love your–” Hao chokes on his spit, hand flailing to grab at something, settling on gripping onto Hanbin’s bicep, “Cock.”
Hanbin can feel the familiar feeling begin to pool into the base of his stomach, the coil tightening with every stroke. Not to neglect Hao of any pleasure, despite how fucked out he already is, Hanbin frees a hand and promptly slots a finger into Hao’s mouth.
Almost like he’s muzzling the other.
Hanbin grunts when he feels the hot wet slide of the other’s tongue around his fingers, Hao sitting entirely on Hanbin’s lap at this point. Hao hallows out his cheeks and puts on a show for Hanbin, grabbing onto his wrist and each time Hanbin thrusts in, Hao sucks on his fingers with a pressure that’s so intense Hanbin can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to fuck Hao’s throat.
Sliding out his fingers, now gingerly coated in spit, Hanbin uses one hand to support Hao’s waist and the other to reach between his thighs. Fumbling for that bud, Hanbin’s fingers lock around it, twisting it between his pointer finger and thumb. Hao’s reaction is eminent, his body weight shaking on top of Hanbin.
“Are you close, baby?” Hanbin mumbles into his ear, the pet name rolling off his tongue with ease with the pure heat wrapped around his length.
Hao nods, a blabber leaving his lips, “So mmh,” He shakes his head as if it’ll roll the mind-numbing pleasure away, “So close.”
Hanbin’s so close, taking his hand off the other’s clit and wrapping around Hao’s waist, prepared to lift him off his cock. He doesn’t want to come inside, not if they hadn’t established it before. What if Hao didn’t want it?
The moment Hao gets lifted, he immediately shakes his head, locking his legs around Hanbin’s torso. Tears spring to his eyes as he frantically clings closer, “No, you have to. Inside.” Hao moans, rocking his hips since Hanbin’s stilled from thrusting.
“Are you sure?” Hanbin questions, his voice still shaky from how close he is. If Hao doesn’t give an absolute answer now , he might just come inside.
“I’m clean, too you are?” Hao garbles out, raising his hips and sinking down, bouncing up and down on Hanbin’s cock, “For me, please, come. Need more,” A loud moan ricocheting off the walls from Hao’s mouth, “Need more of you inside.”
Hanbin squeezes his eyes shut, entire brain turned completely off. The heat building doesn’t seem to stop and with one last bounce from Hao, he comes. Hanbin sees white, his eyelids painted shut as he feels Hao still clenching on top of him.
He opens his eyes to see Hao a bit spent, yet so close to his high. As if all the bouncing had sucked the soul out of him, keeping him a mere couple of strokes from his orgasm. Hanbin couldn’t let that happen.
Hanbin reaches a hand down, still spit-soaked, and flicks Hao’s clit watching his body jump. He rolls in smooth circles, right above his clit, right on the hood. He taps the pad of his finger, and then repeats it, Hao clenching down on his now softening cock, a tell-tale sign he’s close.
With one last circle around his clit, Hao comes, Hanbin pulling out of his heat before the vice-like grip could return.
Hanbin feels light-headed watching Hao orgasm.
He’s squirting hot liquid like molten lava all over the sheets. A mixture of not just his own, but Hanbin’s bodily fluids dripping from his cunt with every tense of his stomach. Hao’s the loudest he’s ever been, eyes clenched shut, high-pitched throaty noises coming out like a whine. It doesn’t stop, like some fountain that can’t stop spewing. It’s an awe-worthy sight, Hanbin frozen as he watches the other writhe his way through his orgasm.
The tattoo on Hao’s belly glows, like they’ve done something correctly. The streaks coming out of the heart decrease but only ever so slightly.
Hanbin can feel the blood rush southward and his eyes go wide, looking down to see his softened cock already hardening from the sight of Hao.
Hao follows his gaze, his eyes still slightly misted as a smirk takes over his mouth, “No refractory period, since you’re technically not human, just a life force.”
Wordlessly, Hanbin wraps a hand around Hao’s ankle, dragging his body closer to his. He flips Hao around onto his stomach, propping his ass up in the air and angling his hips back into the hot heat. He studies the other’s pussy for a second, admiring how the pink had turned to a red, puffy from the slapping of skip.
“Wait!” Hao shrieks as Hanbin’s tip ebbs past the ring of muscle.
“What?” Hanbin replies as innocently as possible, slowly inching his head in, the new angle almost heaven-like.
“Just because you don’t have a refractory period,” Hao wails as Hanbin pushes past his cockhead, “Doesn’t mean you just go for the next round? Let me recover?!”
Hanbin sinks all the way back in, cock back to its throbbing state, “It’s okay hyung, I’ll take care of you.”
A careful hand on the small of Hao’s back, circling the tail before giving it an experimental tug. It seems to be the right action, Hao’s back arching into the mattress, his body pressed into the puddle of wetness they had created previously.
“Sensitive.” Hanbin notes. He wants to devour Hao whole. Make him full of his seed, stuff him full of his cock, split him open from the inside.
“When did you say the mark goes away?”
Hao pants out against the mattress, his tongue getting in the way of his words as drool dribbles out the side of his mouth, creating a wet patch right by his mouth.
“When the—”
Hanbin thrusts in, snapping his hips with a fervent force. He wonders just how many times he can make Hao squirt like before.
“When the life force runs out.”
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Hao comes to with his ass in the air and his arms pinned behind his back with a rough hand.
He can’t exactly put how much time had passed into words as for he can’t exactly outline when he had initially passed out. All he had remembered was pleasure, waves and waves of it coming in with no ends.
The sheets beneath him stick to his skin, his stomach especially, a mix of fluids he can’t discern as either his or Hanbin’s.
With one particularly hard thrust, Hao jostles against the sheets, a drag against his stomach that has his head rolling to the side as noise so unlike him—so loud and petulant—falls from his mouth.
“Hyung?” Hanbin’s voice peeks over his shoulder, the other whimpering through the honorific, “You’re awake?”
“Mmh—” Hao can’t manage anything more than that, another hard thrust sending another shockwave of pleasure through his body. He’s on fire, all of his senses tingling at an inhumane speed.
He can feel it before he can see it, the rough sensation down below that makes him take a quick glance.
There’s one change he can quickly see.
He has a dick. Thank God that wasn’t permanent. But even moreso, his tattoo was gone, fully and utterly gone from his stomach. His skin is still a smooth expanse of white skin, glistening with a mix of sweat and cum, sticking to the lines of his abdominal muscles.
“When,” Hao stutters through the word, realizing that Hanbin was rutting into his ass with a tentative force, “When did I change back?”
Hanbin stills in his motion, though his hips tremble as if stopping would be the last thing he wants to do at the moment.
“You—” Hanbin sounds like he’s close to crying, his voice whining as his hand smooths over Hao’s wrists that he keeps pinned to the older’s back, “You changed back an hour ago.”
“I—” Shock comes in his words as he tries to lift his head but without the help of his arms, it proves to be futile.
Hanbin doesn’t let him continue, only gripping hard onto Hao’s wrists which he keeps bound in one grasp and tugging back. Hao’s weight falls backwards, the slide of the other’s cock reaching even deeper inside of him with the help of gravity.
They both let out a collective moan at the sensation.
It’s so much, almost to the realms of pain. Everything’s throbbing, from Hao’s head to his prostate, which seems to be abused to no end.
If Hao had turned back to normal an hour ago, then so should Hanbin. So how was it possible for Hanbin to still keep going despite how much time had passed? He should’ve been spent from the endless orgasms that come from the gift of the removal of a refractory period, overstimulated to the point he can’t move.
But he can.
Thrusting and bucking his hips into Hao’s warm heat as if it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
“I can’t—” Hanbin gasps out, “I can’t stop, hyung.”
The words fall like a pristine confession, Hanbin doing everything in his power to stay inside, “I can’t stop, Hao-hyung. It feels too good .”
And what can Hao say to that? Not that he could actually speak in the moment, tongue heavy like sand hanging out the side as he pants like a dog.
There’s a soft beat of the sunlight beginning to peek onto the side of Hao’s cheek that isn’t smushed into the bedsheets. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold onto his consciousness and he also isn’t sure if the next time he wakes up he’ll be able to fully rest.
But there’s that other part of him—sinister and all-encompassing—that just knows he enjoys this. Much more than he’s letting on.
So he lays there, allowing himself to take it.
And his sweet Hanbin, always there to give it to him.