Silk & Collars ch. 19
Title: Silk and Collars
Chapter: 19/24
Pairing: YoungSaeng/Everyone, multiple side pairings
Rating: NC-17
Crossover: Super Junior, DBSK, Big Bang, UKiss
Genre: Angst, AU,
Summary: Silk robes, leather collars, and sex. In this world, pleasing your Master can mean life or death.
A/N: Ongoing RP with curionenene
YoungSaeng barely managed to keep the cards from shooting out of his hands as he looked up at HyunJoong with wide eyes. Even KyuJong lifted his head at that but didn't tell JungMin to stop.
"Really?" YoungSaeng said, weighing his options. "And what if you win?"
“Uh...” HyunJoong blinked. He obliviously hadn’t even though about that. “Then... uhmm... I dunno... you fuck me?”
"Hmm... I don't know, that seems a little weird for a reward for you," YoungSaeng's lips pursed. "If you win, you can fuck whoever you want in the house, it doesn't have to be me. But since I kind of want you for myself for once, I'd better be sure to win."
HyunJoong blushed a little at that, not noticing the look JungMin gave KyuJong, waggling his eyebrows at what was happening at the table. “O-okay...”
"Alright then," YoungSaeng nodded, dealing out the cards. The round took longer than any of the others had, probably because YoungSaeng was so set on winning that he swapped out more cards than he had previously.
In the end though, three kings was more than enough to beat a pair of fives and YoungSaeng couldn't help the broad smile when he looked down at his winning hand. "Are you sure about this deal HyunJoong?"
HyunJoong took in the broad smile that YoungSaeng had and couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah. Let’s reveal our hands.”
Laying down his cards, YoungSaeng looked up at HyunJoong, pleased as a kitten. "So, shall we go to my room? I don't think our first time should be on the kitchen floor."
“A-alright.” HyunJoong agreed a little nervously, it didn’t help then that JungMin reached his end, crying out in a sound of pure lust.
"You two are on dishes duty," YoungSaeng said as he stood up, pulling his robes back on but not bothering to tie them. KyuJong pouted up at him from where he was slumped over on the floor, having come just before JungMin. Chuckling a little, YoungSaeng turned to leave the kitchen, glancing at HyunJoong as he went.
HyunJoong looked a little unsure, but he followed YoungSaeng easily enough. And when he met YoungSaeng’s gaze, he reached out, almost timidly, twining their fingers together.
YoungSaeng was quiet as they walked back through the halls of the house and up the stairs to the master's room. Opening his door, he went in first, walking slowly towards the bed and sitting down. Fingers still intertwined with HyunJoong's, he smiled up at the older man. "You're sure?"
Nodding slowly, HyunJoong did something unexpected, wrapping his arms around YoungSaeng and pulling him into an almost desperate hug. “If I don’t.... I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance again.”
Returning the hug, YoungSaeng sighed softly. "I'd say anything could happen, but I think you're most likely right," he murmured, pulling back a little to look up into HyunJoong's eyes.
“I don’t want to leave.” HyunJoong whispered again, brushing his lips softly over YoungSaeng’s.
YoungSaeng returned the soft kiss, eyes slipping closed. "I don't want you to leave either," he said against HyunJoong's lips, the kiss growing firmer.
“And yet you’re letting me go.” HyunJoong whispered, in between breaths, kisses getting desperate now, almost frenzied, desiring to dominate.
"I have no choice," YoungSaeng whimpered a little, lifting one hand to frame HyunJoong's cheek, the other sliding over his bare chest. "They won't let me keep you."
HyunJoong didn’t say anything to that, putting his lips to YoungSaeng’s neck, suckling and biting, as if in a vain attempt to leave a mark of ownership.
Groaning, YoungSaeng's head tipped to the side, loving the feel of HyunJoong's lips against his skin. He scooted backwards a little on the bed, pulling HyunJoong with so he didn't break contact from his neck. "Hyun...I've wanted you... so badly," he moaned, fingers threading through his hair.
HyunJoong didn’t stop until YoungSaeng’s neck was littered with red marks, and straightening YoungSaeng out on the bed, HyunJoong’s hand flittered across his master’s groin, feeling the raw heat there. “Saeng...”
Panting a little, YoungSaeng lifted darkened eyes to meet HyunJoong's, trying not to buck up into the tenuous touch. "Hyun... please," he whimpered, reaching his hands up to run over HyunJoong's chest.
There was an unfathomable look in HyunJoong’s eyes as he leaned over the bed to the shelve where he took out the lubrication where he knew it was kept. Slicking his fingers silently, almost methodically, he leaned down to kiss YoungSaeng while pushing the first finger in.
YoungSaeng hissed a little at the intrusion, but deepened the kiss as he adjusted to it, one arm slinging around HyunJoong's neck. Soon he was moaning against HyunJoong's lips, pushing back against the finger for more.
It was the prompt for him to put in a second, moving them up and down inside YoungSaeng’s heat, and he quivered, his cock twitching at the thought.
"Hyun..." YoungSaeng whined shamelessly, his legs spreading farther apart, hips bucking slightly once he was adjusted. Being with HyunJoong was something he had thought about for months, and now that it was so close he just wanted it all.
HyunJoong hissed when YoungSaeng bucking brought their crotches just that much closer, and suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore. Extracting his finger, HyunJoong scooted backwards positioning himself at the entrance of YoungSaeng’s hole. “Saeng... turn over.” HyunJoong urged.
Doing as told, YoungSaeng turned over onto his hands and knees, slipping the robes off his shoulders and discarding them to the side. Settling comfortably on his forearms, he glanced back at HyunJoong, eyes dark with desire.
Eyes just as raw with need, HyunJoong began to ease himself slowly in, groaning at the heat that surrounded him, much better than even JungMin’s and KyuJong’s mouths. “Oh... Saeng... damn...”
"... Hyun..." YoungSaeng's head dropped down, groaning at being stretched open. He didn't want to wait to adjust, just needing HyunJoong to move. "Fuck.. fuck me, Hyun, please," he begged, body trembling.
Gasping, HyunJoong did as he was told, body moving erratically, as he thrust in, harder and harder. Bending forward, nearly toppling over YoungSaeng, HyunJoong reveled in the way their bodies moved together, sliding with the sweat off their skin in an odd, sweet motion.
Nearly falling apart when HyunJoong began to move at tortuous pace, YoungSaeng cried out with each hard thrust. The sounds he made ranged from short grunts to loud ringing cries, encouraging HyunJoong for more. Propping himself up on one arm, YoungSaeng reached back to haphazardly stroke himself in time with HyunJoong's movements.
Maybe if he had enough presence of mind to notice, he’d have slapped away YoungSaeng’s hand and done the deed himself, but as it was, his concentration was focused on that small point at which they were connected together. And his movements became nearly animalistic, frenzied, as if frustrated that that was the only extent that they could be joined.
YoungSaeng wasn't sure if it was the fact that he hadn't had any sex in days, or the fact that it was HyunJoong fucking him raw that made him come so quickly and hard that even he was unprepared for it. The hot com splattered all over his hand and the bedsheets below him as he gave out a long drawn out cry, entire body shaking from the force of it.
The cry went straight to HyunJoong's groin, pushing over the explosion that was already on its edge. And with a low, oddly melodic cry, HyunJoong burst inside of YoungSaeng, panting as his spasmodic thrusts halted, panting over YoungSaeng back, now slippery with sweat - both his own and YoungSaeng’s.
It took a moment before YoungSaeng could catch his breath, glancing back at HyunJoong with a tired smile. "Now... that, was worth waiting for," he murmured.
HyunJoong couldn’t help the chuckle that came out, slowly pulling out with a grunt. “It was...” He laughed tiredly, crawling up to YoungSaeng’s side and gingerly laying down.
Rolling onto his side and nuzzling up against HyunJoong's chest, YoungSaeng sighed in contentment. "I'm glad I got to be with you at least this once before you leave," he said softly, running his fingers gently over HyunJoong's defined chest.
HyunJoong swallowed at that, his voice a little shaky. “Yeah...” He whispered back, closing his eyes as they became unbearably moist.
"I'm sorry," YoungSaeng's expression fell a little seeing HyunJoong upset. "You know I'll come visit you, right? And I'm sure if you do end up in SooHyun's clan he'll let you come here to visit once in a while as well."
“I know.” HyunJoong voice was choked up, and he struggling to keep the tears under control. “I know... But it’s.... it’s not enough...”
"I agree, it's not," YoungSaeng whispered, burying his nose into HyunJoong's chest and arms going around his waist. "I wish there something more I could do Hyun... I'm not ready to give you up."
HyunJoong didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, because if he did, he knew he would break down. As it was, a few tears escaped, leaving wet drops on the silk covers.
YoungSaeng didn't have it in his heart to say anything more either, just clinging tightly to HyunJoong until he could get his emotions under control. It didn't help that he could feel the sadness from HyunJoong through the bond. When he was composed enough, he pulled back to look up into HyunJoong's eyes. "You're still here now though, and tomorrow as well... let's make the most of the time we have."
“Alright...” HyunJoong’s voice was husky with unshed tears, leaning hesitantly down, he pressed his lips gently against YoungSaeng’s.
Returning the soft kiss, YoungSaeng let HyunJoong take whatever comfort he could from the contact, breaking off only when the older man pulled back. Having had years of practice to not let his expression betray his feelings, he smiled warmly up at him. "So... was this a one time only deal? Or were you wanting to deal with your frustrations by screwing me all night."
HyunJoong couldn’t help but laugh at that, fingers curling lightly against YoungSaeng’s sides. “I’m not as resilient as KyuJong and JungMin. I don’t think I can take another round, as much as I’d like to.”
"Hmm.. short nap then?" YoungSaeng batted his eyes cutely. "I guess there's always tomorrow as well... unless you were looking to try one of the others now."
A snort, and he pinched YoungSaeng’s sides a little. “They were right. You are insatiable.”
YoungSaeng blinked a little, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I am not... and that's rich coming from those two. Can't leave them alone in a room for five minutes, I'm surprised anything gets done around here other than each other."
HyunJoong laughed, teasing YoungSaeng’s bottom lip. “I think I know why this clan isn’t higher up in the hierarchy now though.”
"What's that supposed to mean?" YoungSaeng's pout deepened. "The other clan leaders don't like me, that's all."
“I’m just saying you have more enjoyable activities to occupy you instead of dealing with dry politics.” HyunJoong said with a straight face.
"..." YoungSaeng turned that over in his mind for a moment before he nodded. "Exactly, politics is boring and so unnecessary in this place, it's annoying more than anything. Why worry about who has more power than who in a system with one leader? Makes no sense."
HyunJoong tilted his head to the side as he pondered that question seriously. “But then again, if no one were to keep track on that leader, or if there was no one to keep him on his toes... then things could only go in a downward spiral. And no man is an island alone. Even if Yunho is the leader of the hierarchy, he still needs supporters and people to delegate tasks to.”
YoungSaeng's eyebrows rose and he blinked blankly at HyunJoong before grumbling under his breath and nuzzling against his chest again. "You sound like HeeChul," he muttered. "I was just never cut out for that kind of thing, it's so tedious."
HyunJoong laughed at that. “I know. Just thinking hypothetically.”
"I just wish it wasn't like that," YoungSaeng said with a sigh. "I hate that we battle amongst ourselves and kill good men. No one deserves to die here, not like this."
“Just as some men make love when they are bored, others make war.” HyunJoong intoned almost wisely.
"And which type are you?" YoungSaeng asked, tiling his head up to look at HyunJoong again.
HyunJoong leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to YoungSaeng’s lips. “Three guesses.”
"But there's only two options," YoungSaeng chuckled, returning the soft kiss, his arm securing around HyunJoong's waist. "But I think I know the answer."
“You do, don’t you?” HyunJoong grinned against YoungSaeng’s lips, nipping them lightly. “And it was a rhetorical question.”
"Not the point," YoungSaeng responded, growling softly at the nips. Shifting a little, he slid over to climb on top of HyunJoong, straddling his waist. "And yes, I think do know the answer, though another demonstration might help," he said, pressing kisses down HyunJoong's neck.
HyunJoong chuckled, moaning a little at the kiss, and to his surprise, felt a stir in his loins. “I’m guessing you’d want to squeeze a second round out of me.”
"If you're up for it," YoungSaeng mused, rolling his hips a little against HyunJoong's. "Looks like you're getting that way anyway," he teased, mouth moving down along his neck to his chest.
HyunJoong sighed. “And even if I hurt you, I can heal you straightaway anyway.” He raised his hands, fingers tips glowing softly as he ran them over YoungSaeng’s hips.
YoungSaeng gasped, his head snapping backward at the power that rushed through him. That was a feeling he would never get used to, or how euphoric he felt afterwards with the residual power tingling over his skin. "Mmm.. yeah, I guess so," he murmured, panting a little as he recovered from the healing.
“You like that, don’t you?” HyunJoong smirked a little, hands smoothing over YoungSaeng’s back, massaging his neck. “JungMin told me once the feeling was better than getting high on drugs.”
"It's the closest thing we get in this place," YoungSaeng nearly purred, stretching out along HyunJoong's body, hands wandering over his sides and chest. "It's like a bond times a thousand."
“I’ll just have to take your word for it.” HyunJoong laughed, twining fingers inside YoungSaeng’s hair. “Even if I heal myself, all I feel is a twinge and a slight warmth.”
"You are missing out," YoungSaeng murmured, scraping his teeth along the ridge of HyunJoong's ribs. "But, it's not quite as good as getting fucked. In my opinion at least."
“I’d have to take your word for it again. My only experience of getting fucked was… well…” HyunJoong trailed off, not wanting to go into the past again, least he get sucked in.
YoungSaeng looked up, his eyes sad at HyunJoong's unfinished thought. "I hope you didn't have the same thought when we... just now," he asked quietly.
Surprised, HyunJoong shook his head, pulling YoungSaeng into another kiss. “No. Of course not. That was wonderful, a far cry from the horror that Seunghyun made it become. I just wish…” HyunJoong trailed off, obviously thinking about how little time they had left.
"Me too," YoungSaeng returned the sentiment, kissing HyunJoong again and again as his hands splayed out over HyunJoong's defined chest. "Because I do not get nearly enough time to admire this body," he said, sitting back to look down at HyunJoong's torso.
HyunJoong shook his head wryly. “Only my body?” He asked, a mock hurt look in his eyes.
"I've had eight months with the other parts of you," YoungSaeng countered, tilting his head to the side. "Do you begrudge me wanting to enjoy this right now?"
“No... no I don’t. And I’m kind of sorry we didn’t do this earlier.” HyunJoong agreed, kissing YoungSaeng’s forehead. “So since I’ve fucked you... maybe you should fuck me this time. So I can tell how it feels like.”
That made YoungSaeng blink and sit up straight. "... I don't know if that's a good idea Hyun," he said, slowly shaking his head.
Surprised, HyunJoong titled his head. “Why not?”
"Because that holds too many bad memories, I don't want to trigger something," YoungSaeng said quietly, looking down. "Maybe all of this was a bad idea."
Eyebrows furrowing together, HyunJoong shook his head. “I’m sure... that as long as it’s you... it’ll be fine. And don’t say this was a bad idea... it wasn’t.” HyunJoong reached up caressing YoungSaeng’s cheek.
Leaning into the touch, YoungSaeng smiled softly. "I just don't want to cause you any pain, physical or emotional," he said, his fingers still running over HyunJoong's chest.
“You won’t.” HyunJoong whispered back, just as softly. “I’m sure you won’t.”
Leaning down, YoungSaeng brushed his lips gently over HyunJoong's. "We'll take this slow, and if at any point it's too much, we'll stop," he said looking into HyunJoong's eyes.
“Alright...” HyunJoong said without hesitation, kissing back softly.
Adjusting a little, YoungSaeng nudged HyunJoong's legs apart so he was kneeling between them, continuing to give HyunJoong soft kisses. His hand found the bottle of lube that had been used earlier, coating his fingers. He didn't want to surprise HyunJoong with it , pulling back from the kisses enough so HyunJoong could see what he was doing as he spread the man's legs wider apart and pressed his coated finger to HyunJoong's entrance, but didn't press in.
HyunJoong let out a small gasp at the feeling, but he didn’t shy away, nodding for YoungSaeng to continue. He admittedly couldn’t help but feel nervous, but he trusted YoungSaeng.
Watching HyunJoong's expression with sympathetic eyes, YoungSaeng slowly inserted the first finger, easing in to HyunJoong's body and letting him adjust.
A small squeak escaped HyunJoong’s mouth at the intrusion. It was strange feeling, not wholly unpleasant, but strange nonetheless. Still, he motioned at YoungSaeng to continue.
YoungSaeng worked his finger slowly in and out until it was buried deeply in HyunJoong's body. Only then did he try with a second finger, slipping it in beside the second, stretching HyunJoong's tight entrance.
HyunJoong’s breath hitched as he adjusted with the added finger. Memories of the past flashed before him, but... somehow, this didn’t scare him. Perhaps it was because it was different from when Seunghyun had done it, forcing his way in, making HyunJoong feel dirty for feeling pleasure with the pain. And pleasure he did begin to feel, moaning softly as his eyes fluttered, his length beginning to twitch.
Lips curling upwards slightly, YoungSaeng helped him along, his other hand ghosting over the slowly hardening length. He was glad HyunJoong was doing okay so far, but he would keep a close eye on him anyway.
HyunJoong moaned, lips falling open as his brain began to short-circuit at the sensation. Somehow, it felt better than when KyuJong and JungMin did it, which made no sense. But HyunJoong didn’t care, instead, let out guttural sounds to voice his pleasure. “Mmmm... Saeng...”
"You look so good like this," YoungSaeng murmured, feeling a stirring in his own half hard cock as he watched HyunJoong writhe in pleasure. He still took great care to pump his fingers in and out slowly, stretching HyunJoong out as he worked.
HyunJoong didn’t know what to say, not that it mattered, because anything that came out of his mouth would have been garbled nonsense. And he began to push down on YoungSaeng’s fingers, hungry for more.
YoungSaeng slipped in another finger slowly when he felt HyunJoong moving against him, letting him adjust momentarily before pumping all three fingers in and out, the pace building. He could tell HyunJoong wasn't going to want to wait much longer so his other hand abandoned stroking his length to fumble for the lube again and coat his erection with it.
And HyunJoong did as YoungSaeng predicted, groaning in anticipation of more. It had been far too long, and the first time he would actually want it. And he quivered in antipation. “Saeng... please...”
Leaning down, YoungSaeng caught HyunJoong's mouth in a deep, fierce kiss before he broke off and sat back. Pulling his fingers out, he lined himself up against HyunJoong's entrance, slowly easing his length in. The warmth and friction made him shudder, it having been a while since he was giving it to someone else. The sound he made was a long drawn out hiss until he was deeply seated inside HyunJoong.
HyunJoong couldn’t even began to think, his thoughts scattered all over as his heart began to beat erratically at the multiple sensations. It felt so good, yet at the same time painful, and yet it was everything he wanted, while being his deepest fear at the same time...
Hooking one of HyunJoong's knees with his elbow, YoungSaeng leaned down, brushing his lips over HyunJoong's as he saw the slight flicker of panic. "Is this okay?" he whispered.
Calming down at YoungSaeng’s kiss and words, HyunJoong closed his eyes, nodding. “Yeah... it’s just... so much... I don’t know if I really should be really this.. mmm... good.”
Kissing him again, YoungSaeng waited for HyunJoong to calm down a little more before he pulled out slowly. "This.. is how it's supposed to feel," he whispered, pushing back in.
“It’s good...” HyunJoong smiled at that, adjusting completely to the intrusion, and kissing slowly back, shuddering at the slow thrusts. “Mmm... Saeng...”
YoungSaeng continued to kiss him, deepening the kiss as his pace began to pick up until he had to pull away to breathe. Each thrust went deeper than the one before, his hips rolling sharply until he had set a fairly erratic rhythm. "Hyun...." he moaned, head dropping slightly as he slammed into HyunJoong repeatedly.
HyunJoong groaned, eyes crossing as the pleasure began to build. And with each thrust, he could feel his mind falling away, until he could only feel YoungSaeng, anything else becoming a blur at the back of his mind.
Continuing his frantic pace, YoungSaeng shifted a little, holding himself up with one hand as he grasped HyunJoong's length with the other and began to stroke. The only sounds were their combined groans and the slick skin on skin.
“Ahhh...!” HyunJoong let out a strangled gasp when at that moment, YoungSaeng managed to slam into his sweet spot as well, and he barely held on, murmuring what was a garbled warning. “Ahh... S-saeng... come... ahhh...!”
Panting harshly, YoungSaeng's strokes grew firmer to help HyunJoong along, feeling his own release building.
And then he couldn’t hold any long, roaring as he came, thick and long over YoungSaeng’s hand.
That did YoungSaeng in, baring down, he leaned forward and pumped in and out of HyunJoong until he released with a sharp cry, body shuddering with each smaller thrust until he was spent. Limbs trembling, he slowly lowered himself down onto HyunJoong's chest, not caring in the least he was making a mess out of the both of them.
HyunJoong had closed his eyes, having never felt so wonderfully spent before. Opening them a crack, HyunJoong smiled down at YoungSaeng, hands resting on YoungSaeng’s back. “That was wonderful.”
Smiling tiredly, YoungSaeng tilted his head a little look up at him. "Mmm... it was," he agreed, slowly sliding off to the side to lay next to him. "Well worth the wait."
“I wasn’t scared.” HyunJoong whispered, hands curling around YoungSaeng’s sides.
The smile grew on YoungSaeng's lips and he nuzzled into HyunJoong's chest. "Good, I'm glad to hear that," he said softly, kissing a bit of skin. "I can't guarantee that those in your future house will be as patient as we are here, just so you are aware."
HyunJoong’s face fell at the talk of his eminent departure. “I… can we… not talk about me leave… at least, not tonight?”
"... You're right, I'm sorry," YoungSaeng nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I won't bring it up again. It's just about us now."
HyunJoong smiled, closing his eyes. “Honestly, I feel a little dumb about making such a huge fuss now.”
"Why?" YoungSaeng blinked, tilting his head to the side. "I don't think it was dumb, you weren't ready. That's all there was to it."
“Because… I don’t know. Everything… just felt right.” HyunJoong murmured, playing with YoungSaeng’s hair. “And it’s just… I feel stupid for being scared of it.”
"Don't be," YoungSaeng shook his head slightly. "You had a very serious emotional and physical trauma to get through Hyun, it's not silly to wait until you were ready. Besides, I had my own things to work on when it came to being with you, the bond was so strong and overwhelming."
“Was it only because of the bond?” HyunJoong found himself asking, not knowing why he did.
YoungSaeng was silent for a moment as he thought about the question. "I can't answer that," he admitted quietly. "I don't have an answer for you."
“Ah. I mean... I didn’t mean.” HyunJoong stammered, but he couldn’t help but feel a slow sinking of his heart.”
Reaching a hand up to frame HyunJoong's jaw, YoungSaeng sighed softly. "If things were different HyunJoong, I could have easily fallen in love with you," he said, lips quirked sadly. "Unfortunately, that's not an option for me."
“Is it bad then, that I think... I already have?” HyunJoong murmured.
YoungSaeng lifted himself up onto an elbow and looked down at him with concerned eyes. "You... love me?" he asked quietly.
“I... I think I do...” HyunJoong bit his lip, there was no other way to explain how he felt with YoungSaeng earlier. That connection...
YoungSaeng took a slow, deep breath. It wouldn't have been the first time a slave had fallen in love with him, but it was the first time he had felt his heart race like that when confessed to. "Hyun... it would be best... if you tried to suppress it," he said, looking away from his eyes. "Maybe... you should go and spend the night with JungMin and KyuJong tonight."
HyunJoong’s eyes were sad and he shook his head. “I know, I’m sorry. You’re right... nothing will come out of this... but I thought that you should just know.”
Pausing he tugged YoungSaeng’s chin up so that he could look into his master’s eyes. “Please... we have so little time together already... don’t make me leave.”
"I won't make you leave," YoungSaeng said, shaking his head. "It would be better if you hadn't told me is all. If YunHo even suspects I am carrying on a relationship with a slave like that, even my friendship with him wouldn't be enough to stay his hand."
“I know... I’m sorry.” HyunJoong bit his lip. “It’s not like... you love me anyway. It’s fine. I’m glad of our relationship like this.”
YoungSaeng took another breath, closing his eyes as he bit back words that he knew would be trouble to say. "I won't send you away tonight Hyun, but perhaps tomorrow you spend time with the others, and then we'll spend the evening together again tomorrow after dinner."
“...Very well, master.” HyunJoong demurred.
Laying down again, YoungSaeng rested his head on HyunJoong's chest, closing his eyes. "YoungSaeng. Call me YoungSaeng."
HyunJoong swallowed, running his fingers through YoungSaeng’s soft hair. Ironic enough, it was a reminder of the distance that would be wrought between them. That in a few days, YoungSaeng would be his master no longer. “Yes... YoungSaeng.”
"We should probably sleep for a little while at least," YoungSaeng yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "And I'm sure you've been made aware how frisky I get in the morning, so just so you're aware."
“Yeah... probably.” HyunJoong smiled, chuckling a little. “Frisky huh...”
"Mhm," YoungSaeng nodded, closing his eyes. "Even more than usual."
“Alright...” HyunJoong wrapped his arms around YoungSaeng, stroking his back. “Good night.”
"Goodnight," YoungSaeng murmured, drifting into a light doze. Even though he wanted to spend as much time as possible with HyunJoong, he did want to give the man enough time the next day to be able to say goodbye to the others properly. Even if that meant he'd spend most of the day by himself.
“Night.” HyunJoong bit his lip, closing his eyes as well, but not because sleep called him, but because he wanted to hide the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes.
Chapter: 19/24
Pairing: YoungSaeng/Everyone, multiple side pairings
Rating: NC-17
Crossover: Super Junior, DBSK, Big Bang, UKiss
Genre: Angst, AU,
Summary: Silk robes, leather collars, and sex. In this world, pleasing your Master can mean life or death.
A/N: Ongoing RP with curionenene
YoungSaeng barely managed to keep the cards from shooting out of his hands as he looked up at HyunJoong with wide eyes. Even KyuJong lifted his head at that but didn't tell JungMin to stop.
"Really?" YoungSaeng said, weighing his options. "And what if you win?"
“Uh...” HyunJoong blinked. He obliviously hadn’t even though about that. “Then... uhmm... I dunno... you fuck me?”
"Hmm... I don't know, that seems a little weird for a reward for you," YoungSaeng's lips pursed. "If you win, you can fuck whoever you want in the house, it doesn't have to be me. But since I kind of want you for myself for once, I'd better be sure to win."
HyunJoong blushed a little at that, not noticing the look JungMin gave KyuJong, waggling his eyebrows at what was happening at the table. “O-okay...”
"Alright then," YoungSaeng nodded, dealing out the cards. The round took longer than any of the others had, probably because YoungSaeng was so set on winning that he swapped out more cards than he had previously.
In the end though, three kings was more than enough to beat a pair of fives and YoungSaeng couldn't help the broad smile when he looked down at his winning hand. "Are you sure about this deal HyunJoong?"
HyunJoong took in the broad smile that YoungSaeng had and couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah. Let’s reveal our hands.”
Laying down his cards, YoungSaeng looked up at HyunJoong, pleased as a kitten. "So, shall we go to my room? I don't think our first time should be on the kitchen floor."
“A-alright.” HyunJoong agreed a little nervously, it didn’t help then that JungMin reached his end, crying out in a sound of pure lust.
"You two are on dishes duty," YoungSaeng said as he stood up, pulling his robes back on but not bothering to tie them. KyuJong pouted up at him from where he was slumped over on the floor, having come just before JungMin. Chuckling a little, YoungSaeng turned to leave the kitchen, glancing at HyunJoong as he went.
HyunJoong looked a little unsure, but he followed YoungSaeng easily enough. And when he met YoungSaeng’s gaze, he reached out, almost timidly, twining their fingers together.
YoungSaeng was quiet as they walked back through the halls of the house and up the stairs to the master's room. Opening his door, he went in first, walking slowly towards the bed and sitting down. Fingers still intertwined with HyunJoong's, he smiled up at the older man. "You're sure?"
Nodding slowly, HyunJoong did something unexpected, wrapping his arms around YoungSaeng and pulling him into an almost desperate hug. “If I don’t.... I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance again.”
Returning the hug, YoungSaeng sighed softly. "I'd say anything could happen, but I think you're most likely right," he murmured, pulling back a little to look up into HyunJoong's eyes.
“I don’t want to leave.” HyunJoong whispered again, brushing his lips softly over YoungSaeng’s.
YoungSaeng returned the soft kiss, eyes slipping closed. "I don't want you to leave either," he said against HyunJoong's lips, the kiss growing firmer.
“And yet you’re letting me go.” HyunJoong whispered, in between breaths, kisses getting desperate now, almost frenzied, desiring to dominate.
"I have no choice," YoungSaeng whimpered a little, lifting one hand to frame HyunJoong's cheek, the other sliding over his bare chest. "They won't let me keep you."
HyunJoong didn’t say anything to that, putting his lips to YoungSaeng’s neck, suckling and biting, as if in a vain attempt to leave a mark of ownership.
Groaning, YoungSaeng's head tipped to the side, loving the feel of HyunJoong's lips against his skin. He scooted backwards a little on the bed, pulling HyunJoong with so he didn't break contact from his neck. "Hyun...I've wanted you... so badly," he moaned, fingers threading through his hair.
HyunJoong didn’t stop until YoungSaeng’s neck was littered with red marks, and straightening YoungSaeng out on the bed, HyunJoong’s hand flittered across his master’s groin, feeling the raw heat there. “Saeng...”
Panting a little, YoungSaeng lifted darkened eyes to meet HyunJoong's, trying not to buck up into the tenuous touch. "Hyun... please," he whimpered, reaching his hands up to run over HyunJoong's chest.
There was an unfathomable look in HyunJoong’s eyes as he leaned over the bed to the shelve where he took out the lubrication where he knew it was kept. Slicking his fingers silently, almost methodically, he leaned down to kiss YoungSaeng while pushing the first finger in.
YoungSaeng hissed a little at the intrusion, but deepened the kiss as he adjusted to it, one arm slinging around HyunJoong's neck. Soon he was moaning against HyunJoong's lips, pushing back against the finger for more.
It was the prompt for him to put in a second, moving them up and down inside YoungSaeng’s heat, and he quivered, his cock twitching at the thought.
"Hyun..." YoungSaeng whined shamelessly, his legs spreading farther apart, hips bucking slightly once he was adjusted. Being with HyunJoong was something he had thought about for months, and now that it was so close he just wanted it all.
HyunJoong hissed when YoungSaeng bucking brought their crotches just that much closer, and suddenly, he couldn’t wait anymore. Extracting his finger, HyunJoong scooted backwards positioning himself at the entrance of YoungSaeng’s hole. “Saeng... turn over.” HyunJoong urged.
Doing as told, YoungSaeng turned over onto his hands and knees, slipping the robes off his shoulders and discarding them to the side. Settling comfortably on his forearms, he glanced back at HyunJoong, eyes dark with desire.
Eyes just as raw with need, HyunJoong began to ease himself slowly in, groaning at the heat that surrounded him, much better than even JungMin’s and KyuJong’s mouths. “Oh... Saeng... damn...”
"... Hyun..." YoungSaeng's head dropped down, groaning at being stretched open. He didn't want to wait to adjust, just needing HyunJoong to move. "Fuck.. fuck me, Hyun, please," he begged, body trembling.
Gasping, HyunJoong did as he was told, body moving erratically, as he thrust in, harder and harder. Bending forward, nearly toppling over YoungSaeng, HyunJoong reveled in the way their bodies moved together, sliding with the sweat off their skin in an odd, sweet motion.
Nearly falling apart when HyunJoong began to move at tortuous pace, YoungSaeng cried out with each hard thrust. The sounds he made ranged from short grunts to loud ringing cries, encouraging HyunJoong for more. Propping himself up on one arm, YoungSaeng reached back to haphazardly stroke himself in time with HyunJoong's movements.
Maybe if he had enough presence of mind to notice, he’d have slapped away YoungSaeng’s hand and done the deed himself, but as it was, his concentration was focused on that small point at which they were connected together. And his movements became nearly animalistic, frenzied, as if frustrated that that was the only extent that they could be joined.
YoungSaeng wasn't sure if it was the fact that he hadn't had any sex in days, or the fact that it was HyunJoong fucking him raw that made him come so quickly and hard that even he was unprepared for it. The hot com splattered all over his hand and the bedsheets below him as he gave out a long drawn out cry, entire body shaking from the force of it.
The cry went straight to HyunJoong's groin, pushing over the explosion that was already on its edge. And with a low, oddly melodic cry, HyunJoong burst inside of YoungSaeng, panting as his spasmodic thrusts halted, panting over YoungSaeng back, now slippery with sweat - both his own and YoungSaeng’s.
It took a moment before YoungSaeng could catch his breath, glancing back at HyunJoong with a tired smile. "Now... that, was worth waiting for," he murmured.
HyunJoong couldn’t help the chuckle that came out, slowly pulling out with a grunt. “It was...” He laughed tiredly, crawling up to YoungSaeng’s side and gingerly laying down.
Rolling onto his side and nuzzling up against HyunJoong's chest, YoungSaeng sighed in contentment. "I'm glad I got to be with you at least this once before you leave," he said softly, running his fingers gently over HyunJoong's defined chest.
HyunJoong swallowed at that, his voice a little shaky. “Yeah...” He whispered back, closing his eyes as they became unbearably moist.
"I'm sorry," YoungSaeng's expression fell a little seeing HyunJoong upset. "You know I'll come visit you, right? And I'm sure if you do end up in SooHyun's clan he'll let you come here to visit once in a while as well."
“I know.” HyunJoong voice was choked up, and he struggling to keep the tears under control. “I know... But it’s.... it’s not enough...”
"I agree, it's not," YoungSaeng whispered, burying his nose into HyunJoong's chest and arms going around his waist. "I wish there something more I could do Hyun... I'm not ready to give you up."
HyunJoong didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, because if he did, he knew he would break down. As it was, a few tears escaped, leaving wet drops on the silk covers.
YoungSaeng didn't have it in his heart to say anything more either, just clinging tightly to HyunJoong until he could get his emotions under control. It didn't help that he could feel the sadness from HyunJoong through the bond. When he was composed enough, he pulled back to look up into HyunJoong's eyes. "You're still here now though, and tomorrow as well... let's make the most of the time we have."
“Alright...” HyunJoong’s voice was husky with unshed tears, leaning hesitantly down, he pressed his lips gently against YoungSaeng’s.
Returning the soft kiss, YoungSaeng let HyunJoong take whatever comfort he could from the contact, breaking off only when the older man pulled back. Having had years of practice to not let his expression betray his feelings, he smiled warmly up at him. "So... was this a one time only deal? Or were you wanting to deal with your frustrations by screwing me all night."
HyunJoong couldn’t help but laugh at that, fingers curling lightly against YoungSaeng’s sides. “I’m not as resilient as KyuJong and JungMin. I don’t think I can take another round, as much as I’d like to.”
"Hmm.. short nap then?" YoungSaeng batted his eyes cutely. "I guess there's always tomorrow as well... unless you were looking to try one of the others now."
A snort, and he pinched YoungSaeng’s sides a little. “They were right. You are insatiable.”
YoungSaeng blinked a little, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I am not... and that's rich coming from those two. Can't leave them alone in a room for five minutes, I'm surprised anything gets done around here other than each other."
HyunJoong laughed, teasing YoungSaeng’s bottom lip. “I think I know why this clan isn’t higher up in the hierarchy now though.”
"What's that supposed to mean?" YoungSaeng's pout deepened. "The other clan leaders don't like me, that's all."
“I’m just saying you have more enjoyable activities to occupy you instead of dealing with dry politics.” HyunJoong said with a straight face.
"..." YoungSaeng turned that over in his mind for a moment before he nodded. "Exactly, politics is boring and so unnecessary in this place, it's annoying more than anything. Why worry about who has more power than who in a system with one leader? Makes no sense."
HyunJoong tilted his head to the side as he pondered that question seriously. “But then again, if no one were to keep track on that leader, or if there was no one to keep him on his toes... then things could only go in a downward spiral. And no man is an island alone. Even if Yunho is the leader of the hierarchy, he still needs supporters and people to delegate tasks to.”
YoungSaeng's eyebrows rose and he blinked blankly at HyunJoong before grumbling under his breath and nuzzling against his chest again. "You sound like HeeChul," he muttered. "I was just never cut out for that kind of thing, it's so tedious."
HyunJoong laughed at that. “I know. Just thinking hypothetically.”
"I just wish it wasn't like that," YoungSaeng said with a sigh. "I hate that we battle amongst ourselves and kill good men. No one deserves to die here, not like this."
“Just as some men make love when they are bored, others make war.” HyunJoong intoned almost wisely.
"And which type are you?" YoungSaeng asked, tiling his head up to look at HyunJoong again.
HyunJoong leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to YoungSaeng’s lips. “Three guesses.”
"But there's only two options," YoungSaeng chuckled, returning the soft kiss, his arm securing around HyunJoong's waist. "But I think I know the answer."
“You do, don’t you?” HyunJoong grinned against YoungSaeng’s lips, nipping them lightly. “And it was a rhetorical question.”
"Not the point," YoungSaeng responded, growling softly at the nips. Shifting a little, he slid over to climb on top of HyunJoong, straddling his waist. "And yes, I think do know the answer, though another demonstration might help," he said, pressing kisses down HyunJoong's neck.
HyunJoong chuckled, moaning a little at the kiss, and to his surprise, felt a stir in his loins. “I’m guessing you’d want to squeeze a second round out of me.”
"If you're up for it," YoungSaeng mused, rolling his hips a little against HyunJoong's. "Looks like you're getting that way anyway," he teased, mouth moving down along his neck to his chest.
HyunJoong sighed. “And even if I hurt you, I can heal you straightaway anyway.” He raised his hands, fingers tips glowing softly as he ran them over YoungSaeng’s hips.
YoungSaeng gasped, his head snapping backward at the power that rushed through him. That was a feeling he would never get used to, or how euphoric he felt afterwards with the residual power tingling over his skin. "Mmm.. yeah, I guess so," he murmured, panting a little as he recovered from the healing.
“You like that, don’t you?” HyunJoong smirked a little, hands smoothing over YoungSaeng’s back, massaging his neck. “JungMin told me once the feeling was better than getting high on drugs.”
"It's the closest thing we get in this place," YoungSaeng nearly purred, stretching out along HyunJoong's body, hands wandering over his sides and chest. "It's like a bond times a thousand."
“I’ll just have to take your word for it.” HyunJoong laughed, twining fingers inside YoungSaeng’s hair. “Even if I heal myself, all I feel is a twinge and a slight warmth.”
"You are missing out," YoungSaeng murmured, scraping his teeth along the ridge of HyunJoong's ribs. "But, it's not quite as good as getting fucked. In my opinion at least."
“I’d have to take your word for it again. My only experience of getting fucked was… well…” HyunJoong trailed off, not wanting to go into the past again, least he get sucked in.
YoungSaeng looked up, his eyes sad at HyunJoong's unfinished thought. "I hope you didn't have the same thought when we... just now," he asked quietly.
Surprised, HyunJoong shook his head, pulling YoungSaeng into another kiss. “No. Of course not. That was wonderful, a far cry from the horror that Seunghyun made it become. I just wish…” HyunJoong trailed off, obviously thinking about how little time they had left.
"Me too," YoungSaeng returned the sentiment, kissing HyunJoong again and again as his hands splayed out over HyunJoong's defined chest. "Because I do not get nearly enough time to admire this body," he said, sitting back to look down at HyunJoong's torso.
HyunJoong shook his head wryly. “Only my body?” He asked, a mock hurt look in his eyes.
"I've had eight months with the other parts of you," YoungSaeng countered, tilting his head to the side. "Do you begrudge me wanting to enjoy this right now?"
“No... no I don’t. And I’m kind of sorry we didn’t do this earlier.” HyunJoong agreed, kissing YoungSaeng’s forehead. “So since I’ve fucked you... maybe you should fuck me this time. So I can tell how it feels like.”
That made YoungSaeng blink and sit up straight. "... I don't know if that's a good idea Hyun," he said, slowly shaking his head.
Surprised, HyunJoong titled his head. “Why not?”
"Because that holds too many bad memories, I don't want to trigger something," YoungSaeng said quietly, looking down. "Maybe all of this was a bad idea."
Eyebrows furrowing together, HyunJoong shook his head. “I’m sure... that as long as it’s you... it’ll be fine. And don’t say this was a bad idea... it wasn’t.” HyunJoong reached up caressing YoungSaeng’s cheek.
Leaning into the touch, YoungSaeng smiled softly. "I just don't want to cause you any pain, physical or emotional," he said, his fingers still running over HyunJoong's chest.
“You won’t.” HyunJoong whispered back, just as softly. “I’m sure you won’t.”
Leaning down, YoungSaeng brushed his lips gently over HyunJoong's. "We'll take this slow, and if at any point it's too much, we'll stop," he said looking into HyunJoong's eyes.
“Alright...” HyunJoong said without hesitation, kissing back softly.
Adjusting a little, YoungSaeng nudged HyunJoong's legs apart so he was kneeling between them, continuing to give HyunJoong soft kisses. His hand found the bottle of lube that had been used earlier, coating his fingers. He didn't want to surprise HyunJoong with it , pulling back from the kisses enough so HyunJoong could see what he was doing as he spread the man's legs wider apart and pressed his coated finger to HyunJoong's entrance, but didn't press in.
HyunJoong let out a small gasp at the feeling, but he didn’t shy away, nodding for YoungSaeng to continue. He admittedly couldn’t help but feel nervous, but he trusted YoungSaeng.
Watching HyunJoong's expression with sympathetic eyes, YoungSaeng slowly inserted the first finger, easing in to HyunJoong's body and letting him adjust.
A small squeak escaped HyunJoong’s mouth at the intrusion. It was strange feeling, not wholly unpleasant, but strange nonetheless. Still, he motioned at YoungSaeng to continue.
YoungSaeng worked his finger slowly in and out until it was buried deeply in HyunJoong's body. Only then did he try with a second finger, slipping it in beside the second, stretching HyunJoong's tight entrance.
HyunJoong’s breath hitched as he adjusted with the added finger. Memories of the past flashed before him, but... somehow, this didn’t scare him. Perhaps it was because it was different from when Seunghyun had done it, forcing his way in, making HyunJoong feel dirty for feeling pleasure with the pain. And pleasure he did begin to feel, moaning softly as his eyes fluttered, his length beginning to twitch.
Lips curling upwards slightly, YoungSaeng helped him along, his other hand ghosting over the slowly hardening length. He was glad HyunJoong was doing okay so far, but he would keep a close eye on him anyway.
HyunJoong moaned, lips falling open as his brain began to short-circuit at the sensation. Somehow, it felt better than when KyuJong and JungMin did it, which made no sense. But HyunJoong didn’t care, instead, let out guttural sounds to voice his pleasure. “Mmmm... Saeng...”
"You look so good like this," YoungSaeng murmured, feeling a stirring in his own half hard cock as he watched HyunJoong writhe in pleasure. He still took great care to pump his fingers in and out slowly, stretching HyunJoong out as he worked.
HyunJoong didn’t know what to say, not that it mattered, because anything that came out of his mouth would have been garbled nonsense. And he began to push down on YoungSaeng’s fingers, hungry for more.
YoungSaeng slipped in another finger slowly when he felt HyunJoong moving against him, letting him adjust momentarily before pumping all three fingers in and out, the pace building. He could tell HyunJoong wasn't going to want to wait much longer so his other hand abandoned stroking his length to fumble for the lube again and coat his erection with it.
And HyunJoong did as YoungSaeng predicted, groaning in anticipation of more. It had been far too long, and the first time he would actually want it. And he quivered in antipation. “Saeng... please...”
Leaning down, YoungSaeng caught HyunJoong's mouth in a deep, fierce kiss before he broke off and sat back. Pulling his fingers out, he lined himself up against HyunJoong's entrance, slowly easing his length in. The warmth and friction made him shudder, it having been a while since he was giving it to someone else. The sound he made was a long drawn out hiss until he was deeply seated inside HyunJoong.
HyunJoong couldn’t even began to think, his thoughts scattered all over as his heart began to beat erratically at the multiple sensations. It felt so good, yet at the same time painful, and yet it was everything he wanted, while being his deepest fear at the same time...
Hooking one of HyunJoong's knees with his elbow, YoungSaeng leaned down, brushing his lips over HyunJoong's as he saw the slight flicker of panic. "Is this okay?" he whispered.
Calming down at YoungSaeng’s kiss and words, HyunJoong closed his eyes, nodding. “Yeah... it’s just... so much... I don’t know if I really should be really this.. mmm... good.”
Kissing him again, YoungSaeng waited for HyunJoong to calm down a little more before he pulled out slowly. "This.. is how it's supposed to feel," he whispered, pushing back in.
“It’s good...” HyunJoong smiled at that, adjusting completely to the intrusion, and kissing slowly back, shuddering at the slow thrusts. “Mmm... Saeng...”
YoungSaeng continued to kiss him, deepening the kiss as his pace began to pick up until he had to pull away to breathe. Each thrust went deeper than the one before, his hips rolling sharply until he had set a fairly erratic rhythm. "Hyun...." he moaned, head dropping slightly as he slammed into HyunJoong repeatedly.
HyunJoong groaned, eyes crossing as the pleasure began to build. And with each thrust, he could feel his mind falling away, until he could only feel YoungSaeng, anything else becoming a blur at the back of his mind.
Continuing his frantic pace, YoungSaeng shifted a little, holding himself up with one hand as he grasped HyunJoong's length with the other and began to stroke. The only sounds were their combined groans and the slick skin on skin.
“Ahhh...!” HyunJoong let out a strangled gasp when at that moment, YoungSaeng managed to slam into his sweet spot as well, and he barely held on, murmuring what was a garbled warning. “Ahh... S-saeng... come... ahhh...!”
Panting harshly, YoungSaeng's strokes grew firmer to help HyunJoong along, feeling his own release building.
And then he couldn’t hold any long, roaring as he came, thick and long over YoungSaeng’s hand.
That did YoungSaeng in, baring down, he leaned forward and pumped in and out of HyunJoong until he released with a sharp cry, body shuddering with each smaller thrust until he was spent. Limbs trembling, he slowly lowered himself down onto HyunJoong's chest, not caring in the least he was making a mess out of the both of them.
HyunJoong had closed his eyes, having never felt so wonderfully spent before. Opening them a crack, HyunJoong smiled down at YoungSaeng, hands resting on YoungSaeng’s back. “That was wonderful.”
Smiling tiredly, YoungSaeng tilted his head a little look up at him. "Mmm... it was," he agreed, slowly sliding off to the side to lay next to him. "Well worth the wait."
“I wasn’t scared.” HyunJoong whispered, hands curling around YoungSaeng’s sides.
The smile grew on YoungSaeng's lips and he nuzzled into HyunJoong's chest. "Good, I'm glad to hear that," he said softly, kissing a bit of skin. "I can't guarantee that those in your future house will be as patient as we are here, just so you are aware."
HyunJoong’s face fell at the talk of his eminent departure. “I… can we… not talk about me leave… at least, not tonight?”
"... You're right, I'm sorry," YoungSaeng nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist. "I won't bring it up again. It's just about us now."
HyunJoong smiled, closing his eyes. “Honestly, I feel a little dumb about making such a huge fuss now.”
"Why?" YoungSaeng blinked, tilting his head to the side. "I don't think it was dumb, you weren't ready. That's all there was to it."
“Because… I don’t know. Everything… just felt right.” HyunJoong murmured, playing with YoungSaeng’s hair. “And it’s just… I feel stupid for being scared of it.”
"Don't be," YoungSaeng shook his head slightly. "You had a very serious emotional and physical trauma to get through Hyun, it's not silly to wait until you were ready. Besides, I had my own things to work on when it came to being with you, the bond was so strong and overwhelming."
“Was it only because of the bond?” HyunJoong found himself asking, not knowing why he did.
YoungSaeng was silent for a moment as he thought about the question. "I can't answer that," he admitted quietly. "I don't have an answer for you."
“Ah. I mean... I didn’t mean.” HyunJoong stammered, but he couldn’t help but feel a slow sinking of his heart.”
Reaching a hand up to frame HyunJoong's jaw, YoungSaeng sighed softly. "If things were different HyunJoong, I could have easily fallen in love with you," he said, lips quirked sadly. "Unfortunately, that's not an option for me."
“Is it bad then, that I think... I already have?” HyunJoong murmured.
YoungSaeng lifted himself up onto an elbow and looked down at him with concerned eyes. "You... love me?" he asked quietly.
“I... I think I do...” HyunJoong bit his lip, there was no other way to explain how he felt with YoungSaeng earlier. That connection...
YoungSaeng took a slow, deep breath. It wouldn't have been the first time a slave had fallen in love with him, but it was the first time he had felt his heart race like that when confessed to. "Hyun... it would be best... if you tried to suppress it," he said, looking away from his eyes. "Maybe... you should go and spend the night with JungMin and KyuJong tonight."
HyunJoong’s eyes were sad and he shook his head. “I know, I’m sorry. You’re right... nothing will come out of this... but I thought that you should just know.”
Pausing he tugged YoungSaeng’s chin up so that he could look into his master’s eyes. “Please... we have so little time together already... don’t make me leave.”
"I won't make you leave," YoungSaeng said, shaking his head. "It would be better if you hadn't told me is all. If YunHo even suspects I am carrying on a relationship with a slave like that, even my friendship with him wouldn't be enough to stay his hand."
“I know... I’m sorry.” HyunJoong bit his lip. “It’s not like... you love me anyway. It’s fine. I’m glad of our relationship like this.”
YoungSaeng took another breath, closing his eyes as he bit back words that he knew would be trouble to say. "I won't send you away tonight Hyun, but perhaps tomorrow you spend time with the others, and then we'll spend the evening together again tomorrow after dinner."
“...Very well, master.” HyunJoong demurred.
Laying down again, YoungSaeng rested his head on HyunJoong's chest, closing his eyes. "YoungSaeng. Call me YoungSaeng."
HyunJoong swallowed, running his fingers through YoungSaeng’s soft hair. Ironic enough, it was a reminder of the distance that would be wrought between them. That in a few days, YoungSaeng would be his master no longer. “Yes... YoungSaeng.”
"We should probably sleep for a little while at least," YoungSaeng yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "And I'm sure you've been made aware how frisky I get in the morning, so just so you're aware."
“Yeah... probably.” HyunJoong smiled, chuckling a little. “Frisky huh...”
"Mhm," YoungSaeng nodded, closing his eyes. "Even more than usual."
“Alright...” HyunJoong wrapped his arms around YoungSaeng, stroking his back. “Good night.”
"Goodnight," YoungSaeng murmured, drifting into a light doze. Even though he wanted to spend as much time as possible with HyunJoong, he did want to give the man enough time the next day to be able to say goodbye to the others properly. Even if that meant he'd spend most of the day by himself.
“Night.” HyunJoong bit his lip, closing his eyes as well, but not because sleep called him, but because he wanted to hide the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes.