A Tale of Two Princes
Title:A Tale of Two Princes
Authorwishunew
Rating:NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Jongyu
Summary: All is fair in love and war. And Peace Treaty's, apparently.
This is part 1 in a series of unrelated(for the most part) storied called "The things I wish happened in my fandom(or at least happened more often)"
This Kink is Sex with an Audience.
Also credit to a new Beta, actually. manaphasm has been busy with school as of late and I had my friend naman-barabwa go threw it for me.
Jinki was nervous to say the least. This…base ritual he was about to take part in was foreign and terrifying. But it would solidify the treaty between the southern kingdom and theirs, thus ensuring that his home kingdom would survive. If they weren’t so dependent on how charitable the treaty had been, his father would have demanded something more private. But they could not risk angering the king of the great nation in the south and lose the only hope for the northern lands, not even at the shame of the prince.
He paced the floor of his antechamber; the long, snow-white robes he’d been dressed in dusted across the immaculate mother of pearl floor. The whole room had been redone for him, a tribute to his coloring and to help him feel peace. Bu that didn’t stop him from fiddling with his fingers and the ends of his sleeves, sheathing and unsheathing his talons as he waited to be called before the senate of the Southern Kingdom and… he shivered.
“Cousin,” a soft voice called and an even softer tone of harmony resonated inside of Jinki’s head, soon accompanied by a deep, soothing base. Taemin was here, and Minho as well. Minho and Taemin had been paired since birth with no political pressures on their families except for the stigma of pairing below your status. Their bond seemed to have been in the stars. How Jinki envied their easiness together. He knew when the time came for them to become one for the first time, it would be by their choosing, and not as part of some vulgar marriage pact that would require them to perform before the eyes of older men.
His feelings sent out a sour note of discord between their resonance, the mental link all of the Northern dragons had the ability to form. It was how they shared their emotions with one another, instead of expressing it so basely with physical touch or action.
“You should calm yourself,” his younger cousin said, sighing lightly; he was dressed in a soft looking baby blue tunic and gray leggings, his pale yellow wings pressed tight across his back as a symbol of his position in his bond with Minho, whose large gray wings were spread slightly outward. “Your fear is making everyone restless.”
The prince sighed and moved to rest on his dais. “I apologize,” he said softly, still playing with his robe, still nervous. The material was silken but there were no slits for his wings, so he was holding them close to his body much like Taemin was. But the younger boy had years of practice whereas Jinki had always worn his open, a dominant prince among his people, even if he was soft spoken and clumsy. It hurt to keep them so close to him.
“And you fret still,” the younger one bemoaned, taking a place next to the prince, “has his mother come to speak with you yet? Can you take any of her words for courage?” After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out to lay a hand on his cousin’s. Such an act was highly intimate and only allowed because they were related, but Minho still became restless, both his understanding and his dissatisfaction sounding like opposing notes in their harmony.
Jinki blushed heavily and looked over at the jar the foreign queen had gifted him. “She informed me of what was within the other prince’s rights to do, and how I could make it…easier” he trailed off, looking to the side, “but I cannot perform such an act, even to myself.” He blushed brighter and shut his eyes.
Taemin clicked his tongue in agreement and pulled his hand back. “You must shut yourself off from the clan, Cousin” he said slowly, wincing as Jinki whipped his head up to look at him, eyes filled with abject horror and thoughts again a jumble of counterpoising melodies. Taemin whined and looked at Minho.
“He is right, Jinki” Minho said, his deep voice matching the tones his thoughts were often conveyed as. “You pull us all in, and I would be but one of many that would leap to kill Prince Jonghyun should your actions prove… painful.” He followed his words with a sound of understanding and sad acceptance, “If things turn out to be less dire, many of us would wish to not partake in the feelings you may undoubtedly experience.” The last remark brought the wind chimes of Taemin’s laughter, both in their heads and out loud as the younger lost control of himself.
“For shame, Taemin,” Jinki scolded weakly as he closed his eyes and focused on closing the gates of his mind, separating him from the others of his realm and plunging him into silence.
“It’s so quiet,” he whispered, tears threatening to fall. He’d never felt so alone in all his life, “Is this what my life will be now?” He hoped the other two recognized the aching echo of silence in his voice.
“Never,” Taemin was quick to assure. “Minho and I, we will be there for you, Cousin,” he vowed and behind him, the taller man nodded. “Always.”
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Jonghyun sighed and snuggled closer to his best friend. “I don’t wanna do this, Key,” he moaned into the younger boy’s neck, growling softly when said boy flicked him on the ear.
“You don’t really have a choice, oh great lord snuggle pants,” Kibum mocked gently, threading his hands through the prince’s soft hair. The older boy was practically vibrating with nervous energy. It was kind of cute. “And why are you so nervous anyway?” he asked, pushing the clingy prince away to look at his face, “It cannot be the crowd, because I know for a fact that you sold tickets for when you and that who-… Sekyung fucked in the auditorium,” he said, clearing his throat. Key had never liked Sekyung. She’d been a common woman who aimed way outside her league and was only lucky because the Prince had been bored.
Jonghyun pulled out of his friend’s embrace and frowned at him. “What does that have to do with anything? I’m not going to have trouble performing,” he smirked cockily then sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up before getting up and starting to pace; his long, black robe fluttered with the quick motions. “My problem is him” he said angrily, gesturing wildly to the door that would lead to the stage. “It’s a Northern Kingdom prude! Even the greatest actors would have trouble if the one they’re opposite is awful!” he huffed and sat down on the chaise lounge.
Key blinked at him for a moment from where he lay, stretched out across the large waiting bed with all the feline grace he had in his body. His long, silver tail switched angrily when Jonghyun had pulled away from him; he liked cuddling. But when the older boy came to the climax of his rant, the younger one couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re scared because he’s a virgin?” he chuckled.
“No!” Jonghyun snapped, glaring at his friend, “First of all, I am not scared. And second, yes, he’s a virgin, and not only that, he probably doesn’t even want to have sex with me.” He folded his arms and slouched, his black-as-night wings furling and unfurling with his nerves. “I don’t see why we had to go by senate rules with this. With their customs, it’s unlikely the king and queen would have pledged a son who had been bedded already.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Forcing a person whose customs regarding any physical touch are so different from our own to participate in this is… it seems like an insult, if you ask me.”
Key hummed, growing his nails to scratch lines into the waiting bed. “Meaning no disrespect, your lordship, but your father’s always been kind of an asshole,” he said sharply. “This is classic him. To debase the son of the Northern Kingdom’s monarchs, their only son who they probably dote upon very much, with such an act of public intimacy is him simply showing them where he believes they belong. Under him. Or well,” he shrugged, “under you, as the case may be.”
Jonghyun groaned and tucked his wings in so he could lean back against the chair. How was this his life? He was the most popular ruler in his realm, known for his mingling among his subjects, for singing in random clubs some nights, and for being amazing in bed. How was he supposed to become a life mate to someone like this…Lee Jinki, who he hadn’t even seen before. The Northern Kingdom was completely bland compared to his own. They didn’t have music and they didn’t party, physical touches were, like, illegal in public, and he couldn’t even imagine what such a culture had done to the boy he was going to bed in front of the fifty senators and whoever else they or his father had decided were needed to observe the mating.
“This is the worst,” he groaned finally, sliding down the chair a little. “You know his mother came by, right?” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. “She was all ‘You better be nice to that boy, he’s the heart of our people and if you hurt him at all, there will be war’ or something equally as cryptic.” He waved a hand in the air and shot a pitiful look at his friend, “But it’s his first time, Key. It’s going to hurt.”
The younger boy cooed sympathetically, getting up and walking over to him, crawling onto the lounge and snuggling next to the elder. “Jjongie,” he whispered, moving his tail to show the older man a little bottle of a black, thick liquid, “there are ways to make it easier for him.”
Jonghyun scowled and turned away. “Kim Kibum, I will not drug my perspective pair bond for our first time, stage fright or not. Now, put that away before you’re caught with it!” he snapped. The younger pouted and slipped the bottle back under the lounge, pulling out another bottle, this time, filled with a clear liquid. Jonghyun glared at it dubiously, unsure if it was some drug he hadn’t heard of yet, or something.
“It’s just oil, ass,” Key muttered, raking his claws lightly across the tail Jonghyun kept wound around his waist. “Vanilla oil, to be specific. If the kid is as much of a prude as you seem to think, I doubt he’d take it upon himself, you know?” Jonghyun grunted in agreement and grabbed at the bottle, only for the younger to pull it away from him, giggling. The prince ended up having to chase him around the room to get the stupid bottle.
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Jinki swallowed hard as his mother and his prospective mate’s mother lead him onto the stage to the large, rounded bed that sat in the middle of it. His mother pressed a quick kiss to his check, one that left his eyes wide as he stared at her. She smiled softly, murmuring how she missed him, and walked off. The other queen wished him luck and left as well, leaving him alone on the stage before the crowd. To their credit, no one said anything as he stared dispassionately at the bed and what it meant. The only thing he did was step a little closer to it as he waited for the other prince to appear.
He had reached down to brush his fingers against the soft, deerskin blanket when the door on the opposite side opened and revealed a boy dressed in black robes, equally dark wings held open on his back as he walked to the center of the stage. His hair was blond in the front, to which Jinki suggested a note of personal arrogance if he needed to draw attention to himself by being so different, and he couldn’t help but frown a little at him.
He was lead to the opposite side of the bed by the kings. Jinki’s father clasped the boy on his shoulders and Jinki almost wanted to open the gate to know what his father was thinking, but knew that he would never close it again. Jonghyun’s father smiled at the boy and they left, leaving him and Jinki alone onstage.
The other boy smiled at Jinki and walked towards him with a confidence that suggested he’d performed like this before. He circled Jinki, fingertips running along the outside of his robes before stopping before him.
“You’re pretty,” he said in a voice that was almost musical in its own right, higher and rougher than Jinki would have expected. The statement made Jinki flush a little and look away, eliciting a chuckle from his soon-to-be mate.
“Don’t be shy,” he said gently, touching Jinki’s chin and bringing his head up so that they could look each other in the eye. Jinki couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down his whole body at the touch and he blushed brighter when he noticed that the other boy had seen it too. His eyes widened a fraction, then quickly gained a lazy look in them that Jinki had never seen anyone have before. “I’m Jonghyun,” the other prince whispered, stroking Jinki’s cheek gently.
“J-Jinki,” he managed to get out, flushing not only at the intimate touch but also at the stutter of his voice and he looked away again, down at his feet, as the other prince slid his fingers into Jinki’s robes and pushed them off of his body, letting them pool at his feet and leaving him bare for the whole room to see. He shivered, the rush of embarrassment bringing tears to his eyes, but the other boy stepped closer to him right away, taking him in his arms, causing Jinki to cry out softly at the foreign contact, but shielding most of his body from the audience.
“You really haven’t been touched before, have you?” Jonghyun chuckled right in his ear and Jinki’s cheeks burned with shame and annoyance. No, he had never been touched. And even if his parents had decided that this… arrogant princeling was the one who deserved Jinki’s firsts, he was not pleased with the decision and would much rather punch him in the face. But the moment his body came in contact with the other’s, a dulled harmony arose in his mind, a door he hadn’t known existed opened, and sounds like he’d never heard floated into him. He bit his lip and kept his eyes diverted as he tried to understand the dark harmonies in his head that made his blood tingle. What was this? Was Jonghyun… resonating with him?
The other prince ran a hand down Jinki’s back, trying to sooth the nerves out of him. Jonghyun had bedded virgins before, those few boys and girls he’d favored enough to help make their first time a pleasant, special encounter. But they had always willingly come into his arms, while Jinki was here under political pretenses and formalities. Sighing, Jonghyun kept his hand on the boy’s lower back and pressed him closer, using his other hand to tilt Jinki’s chin up once more, keeping eye contact with him as he leaned forward slowly, then letting them flicker down as his lips gently brushed against the other prince's.
The gasp Jinki let out seemed to echo around them, wings fluttering with uncertainty; he tried to recoil, but the hand on his back kept him still and the deep, rich harmonies playing around his head made his body flush with something he’d never experienced before. The other boy licked at his bottom lip and a noise that sounded embarrassingly like a whine slid from his throat as he let his mouth fall open, allowing the more experienced man to slip his tongue inside.
Jinki grasped the other’s robes tightly, his thin tail flicking back and forth behind him like an angry cat, face scrunched up as he fought with himself over how weird it was to have another person’s tongue in his mouth. It was startlingly wet and hot, and had the oddest waves of sensations wash over him as his tongue was sucked into the other’s mouth and coaxed into exploring. The hand on his chin had slipped into his hair, tilting his head slightly and guiding him in the kiss. Jinki whimpered, feeling in over his head and a bit like a child, being taught about his body.
Suddenly he was being lifted and Jinki broke the kiss with a startled yelp, instinctively wrapping his legs around the other man. He buried his head into Jonghyun’s shoulder in embarrassment as he was moved and lowered onto the soft bed. He blinked up at the other boy, licking over his lips. They felt weird, puffy and swollen.
“Relax,” Jonghyun urged, running his fingertips down the column of Jinki’s neck and throat, making the other shiver as his body tingled wherever Jonghyun touched.
“Y-you relax,” he stuttered back, frowning at the boy on top of him, which elicited a chuckle from the other prince, who pressed his exploring hands onto Jinki’s chest and pressed him down further onto the bed.
“If you’re still this cheeky, I must be doing something wrong,” Jonghyun mused aloud, rubbing the pad of his thumb over one of the other boy’s nipples, smirking toothily when it caused Jinki to whine loudly and arch against him. “Oh, you like that?” he muttered quietly, repeating his action again and again until the other boy was a squirming mess beneath him. He stopped after a while, running his hands up and down Jinki’s soft chest, waiting for him to calm down a bit before he continued.
Jinki squirmed underneath him, his tail lashing back and forth as he tried to get a hold of himself, tried to push down the dark and sensual harmony in his head that made his whole body shiver and tingle in unsettlingly pleasant ways. He grunted and tried to squirm up the bed, away from Jonghyun and his incredibly talented hands as they rubbed into his muscles, and he couldn't help but feel he should have been warned about this at some point. The other boy’s hand dipped, dragging his finger tips across his sides and a giggle escaped his mouth, much to his own horror.
“You’re ticklish!” Jonghyun said, his eyes lit with some kind of perverse excitement as he continued to torment the other until Jinki was laughing and gasping for breath, begging him to let him breathe. Jonghyun relented, lying down next to him and cutting off Jinki’s view of the audience, but more importantly vice versa. “There, are you feeling better?” Jonghyun asked, tracing the other prince’s cheekbones and Jinki blinked at him, reaching out with his harmony. But Jonghyun looked like he was still waiting for an answer, so he nodded and looked down, shyly placing a hand down the other’s stomach.
“I’m sorry I’m so…” he whispered, trailing off, unable to find the words he wanted to show the other how truly apologetic he was about how he was conducting himself. He’d been making the other boy do all the work; even if he was scared, he should at least try harder to… reciprocate.
Jonghyun just chuckled lightly and poked him in the nose, “Listen, J-Jinki,” he said, mocking the older man’s stutter. “I am fully aware of your virginal state,” he purred, flicking his tail out of his robes, running the arrow head tip around Jinki’s belly button causing the other to shiver. “And while I can honestly tell you that I was originally against the idea, that was before I saw you,” he leered at Jinki’s body, running his eyes down the skin he’d just been touching, a twitch of his eyebrow as his tail went lower. Jinki gasped, fisting his hands into the other’s robes as he looked down to watch the black-as-midnight tail rub against his half hard erection. Jonghyun had incredible control over it, Jinki thought dimly as he whimpered and squirmed, the small, smooth scales creating a sensation he’d never felt before and it wasn’t long before he felt something rising in his gut.
“Wait, wait,” he panted, biting his lip and pressing into the teasing touches. “P-please, J-Jong…stop, wait.” he begged, but the prince seemed to grow bolder at the sound of his half-choked name coming from Jinki’s kiss-bruised lips and he replaced his tail with his hot, large hand and jerked the older man off swiftly, ignoring the broken pleas and gasps. His eyes, dark and heavy, never left Jinki’s as he pushed the other into his first orgasm, taking in every detail as Jinki’s back arched and his eyes scrunched up, his mouth falling open and his tail going ridged as his seed shot out onto his stomach, chest and neck before he slumped onto the bed.
“I like it when you say my name,” Jonghyun cooed, dragging his fingers in the mess and bringing them up to be licked clean. He smirked when he caught Jinki watching.
Jinki blushed and looked away, down at himself and his…mess and whimpered in embarrassment, instantly reaching down to wipe the substance from his skin, but only succeeding in spreading it around until Jonghyun’s harsh grip stopped his movements. He squeaked and looked up at him, blinking in confusion.
“You’re too cute for your own good,” the other prince said as he shifted and moved to kneel between Jinki’s spread legs, letting his robes fall over to expose his chilled body and straining erection to the other. “How anyone in your kingdom could let someone like you remain untouched is impossible to understand,” he continued and Jinki wondered if he was speaking to him or to himself. “You have no idea what you do to me, laying here like this, do you?” Jinki shook his head instantly, embarrassed. Though belatedly he realized he did, the dark harmonies in his head telling him just what the other was thinking even if Jinki was too inexperienced to understand them.
“Is it going to hurt?” Jinki asked instead, biting his lip as he tried to make himself look at the other man’s cock, to accept it in his head so that maybe it would be easier to… accept into his body.
Jonghyun sighed and parted the other’s legs slowly, pulling him a little closer and running a hand over the soft, pale insides of his thighs, making Jinki let out a strangled noise, and licked his lips. “I will try my very best to make the pain bearable,” he said, not really answering the question, and pulled out a delicate looking bottle, popping the cork. The warm scent of vanilla wafted over them and Jinki took a greedy sniff, relaxing with the familiar, calming scent.
Jonghyun made a mental note to thank Key later, even if the scent of the oil was supposed to be a joke. He poured some onto his fingers and rubbed them together, warming the slick oil and then rubbing it into Jinki’s thick, beautiful thighs. Jonghyun gave into the temptation he had to lean forward and bite one of them, drawing another deliciously delicate noise from the man beneath him. He continued his massage, even as he occasionally licked and sucked at the flesh he was pressing against, working the oil into Jinki’s hips and buttocks before using more for his soft cock, teasing the sensitive flesh back to half hardness, then leaving it alone to run his fingers down, caressing Jinki’s balls lightly, then further down rubbing against the prince’s entrance. Jinki squirmed, whimpered, and gasped at the ministrations, his claws having ripped the expensive deerskin blanket into shreds, and had instead chosen to take up purchase on Jonghyun’s shoulders. He blushed bright red when Jonghyun touched his opening and looked away, biting his lip nervously as he tried to calm himself down again.
“That’s it,” Jonghyun cooed appreciatively, petting the boy’s inner thighs as he worked the oil into the virgin muscles, slipping just the tip of his finger inside before dancing away, only to return with a little more oil and press in further. Jonghyun continued like that until he was knuckle deep, and Jinki was panting harshly against the goose feather pillows. “Are you okay?” he asked, wiggling his finger a little and Jinki whined, his hips twitching slightly. The older boy took a deep breath and nodded, opening one of his eyes and looking down at Jonghyun, who winked and started moving the finger in and out slowly, adding a second as he felt Jinki relax around him.
“Ah! Wait!” Jinki panted as the second one pressed into him, the stretch uncomfortable. He rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow as he tried to will his body to relax. Jonghyun cooed and leaned forward to lick the length of his erection and Jinki choked, arching into his mouth. “Jjong,” he moaned, rolling his head back and closing his eyes against the wave of sensations and feelings he was experiencing. He sensed amusement in the harmony, but that vanished when Jonghyun spread his fingers inside, stretching him and Jinki gave a whole body shudder as …something was pressed and his vision went a little white behind his eyelids. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips, loud, lewd, and needy, as his tail wrapped around Jonghyun’s wrist, holding it still as Jinki acted on instinct and pressed back against the digits.
Jonghyun didn’t know if he wanted to laugh at the actions or fuck the boy senseless, “That’s your prostate, Jinki,” he said, though he doubted the other could hear him as he fought to reclaim his wrist from the surprisingly strong grip Jinki’s tail had on it. He finally got it free enough to add a third finger, but the pain was overshadowed as Jonghyun continued to rub against the other’s prostate, enjoying the way he was gasping and writhing beneath him, his voice broken and close to sobbing, begging Jonghyun for more.
Finally, he pulled away and coated his neglected length with the oil, hissing as he dragged his slick fingers over himself. Jinki was too shy to attempt to touch the other man and Jonghyun had assumed as such so he wasn’t that disappointed. He also figured that he’d just get the other to explore his body later; they were married now. He smirked and leaned forward, parting the other man’s legs and pressing his slick erection against Jinki’s stretched entrance, kissing him hard as he pushed in. He got only the head in before Jinki was clawing at his back, ripping lines into his skin as he struggled to break the kiss, probably going to ask him to stop, to pull back. But Jonghyun knew better and pushed forward until he was all the way in and Jinki was sobbing against his chest.
“It hurts,” he sobbed quietly, curling his fists into Jonghyun’s robes. “J-Jonghyun, Take it out…it’s too much, please.”
The other prince just cooed into his ear, running a hand down the other’s tucked wings to the small of his back, rubbing gentle circles there, just above his tail. “You have to relax, Jinki,” he said calmly, or as calmly as he could. Jinki was so hot and impossibly tight; Jonghyun had forgotten how tight virgins were. Soon, Jinki’s quiet sobs subsided, and he sagged against the bed, sniffling adorably as he watched Jonghyun with tear-bright eyes, and swallowed, shifting accidentally, causing his breath to hitch as Jonghyun hissed and pushed against him.
That was the last straw, Jonghyun swore, as his eyes crossed when Jinki moved against him, and he looped his arms around the other’s waist, hoisting him up as Jonghyun rose to his knees. He reached up and ran his hands over the spot where Jinki’s wings met his shoulders and pressed down, making the pearlescent white appendages shoot up and open startlingly fast. Jinki whimpered a little in relief, the tension in his shoulders sagging as he no longer struggled to keep his wings closed.
“You’re pretty,” Jonghyun whispered again, eyes on the wings that shimmered between white and pale yellows, blues, and pinks in the light. His wings were small and probably wouldn’t bring him far distances, but they were amazing. “I’m going to move now, okay?” Jonghyun whispered, and Jinki whined a little but didn’t say anything, so the younger man rocked his hips up slowly, moaning quietly at the sensation.
He kept his pace slow at first, a gentle rocking up and down, as Jinki grew used to the feeling, and when the other pressed against him hesitantly, Jonghyun growled, his tail twining around Jinki’s as he lifted the boy’s hips up a little and let them slide back down. And that, that was the most amazing feeling. The other prince must have agreed as he gasped and scrapped his teeth against Jonghyun’s neck. Smirking, Jonghyun tangled a hand in his hair to keep him against his neck as he set the pace, helping Jinki’s hips rise and then fall, riding him. From this angle, Jonghyun could see the audience and for a moment, he was overcome with annoyance and jealousy. Jinki was his pair bond, these people shouldn’t see him like this.
So Jonghyun spread his wings, matte black and each as long as Jonghyun’s own body, and wrapped them around Jinki to help hide him from observing eyes as he shifted his hips and Jinki cried out, bucking against him harder.
“Jjong, Jjong, Jjong, there,” he whimpered, pressing his hips down further against the more dominating prince, “please, please.”
Jonghyun chuckled, spreading his legs a little and holding Jinki’s hips in place as he thrust up and up into the other prince; he enjoyed the older man’s breathy gasps and soft moans, noises that Jonghyun reveled in because he knew Jinki was trying to be quiet and the fact that he couldn’t hold them in was an ego boost, to put it lightly. He kissed down Jinki’s neck, nipping and sucking on his flesh, and he felt the other tense and shiver as he pressed his teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder, right above his collarbones. Then he literally melted against him, losing control of his voice and all the noises he’d been holding back came flowing out like a tidal wave. Suddenly Jonghyun had his hands full of a mewling, whimpering mess of a prince who kept grinding down on him, running on pure instinct to get Jonghyun deeper, to make him hit that spot once more.
“Please,” he keened, his claws out as he dragged his hand down Jonghyun’s back, tearing the silken robe and the other’s skin in his haze. The other merely grunted at the pain and the feeling of his own blood welling up and dripping out of the marks Jinki had left, biting harder on the spot and tossing Jinki back onto the bed. He pulled out for a moment to flip the other onto his knees, pressing against his back and holding the pearly-white wings against the other’s skin as he thrust back in. Jinki screamed in pleasure, pressing his face into the pillows as he pushed back against Jonghyun, their audience forgotten. All that mattered for the Northern prince was that Jonghyun kept hitting that spot inside of him, kept weaving those alluring, sensually dark harmonies in his head louder and louder.
When Jonghyun reached down and grasped Jinki’s heavy cock, it was over; the inexperienced prince rutted into his hand as Jonghyun tugged him off hard and fast. Jinki arched his back, reaching up to tangle a hand into Jonghyun’s hair, and the blond was again surprised at Jinki’s strength as he was tugged down far enough for Jinki to turn and dig his teeth and his sharp little fangs into Jonghyun’s neck, drawing blood as he lost it for a second time, cumming all over the bedding and Jonghyun’s hand, before collapsing, boneless, onto the mattress, body worn out from the over stimulation.
Jonghyun growled at the pain, ducking his head to reciprocate, teeth slicing into the spot that had made Jinki putty in his hands before as the other boy’s internal muscles spasmed around him, ripping his orgasm from him. He thrust in harder than ever, his slim hips slapping against the other’s luscious thighs ruthlessly, his rhythm lost. Shoving in as far as he could, he clamped his mouth down harder on the other’s skin, the copper taste of blood blossoming in his mouth as he went over the edge and emptied into Jinki, then collapsed next to the other, panting heavily as he came down from his high. Dimly, he was aware of the curtains being drawn on them, but he was much more distracted by Jinki, who was kittenishly licking at the bite mark he’d left on Jonghyun’s throat as his tail twined and untwined with his.
“Are you okay?” Jonghyun asked, turning his head away from the mouth to look the other boy in the eyes; only, instead of the original milk-chocolate color, he was looking into cat-slit eyes of melted honey and sighed, turning the other over and spooning against his back. Jinki had gone feral at some point; it’s not uncommon for a dragon to fall back into their wilder side when mating, but that meant the actual Jinki wasn’t in at the moment and Jonghyun wouldn’t be getting any kind of intelligent conversation from him.
What he was getting, however, was an annoyed little growling noise as Jinki shifted and pressed back against him, whining and squeezing down on Jonghyun’s cock, still inside of him. Jonghyun chuckled, licking at the sweat that had gathered on Jinki’s neck during their activities. Jinki may be shy about sex, and touches in general, but his wild side seemed to have awakened as a bitch in heat.
They had sex three more times before Jonghyun decided they were going to die if they kept it up and Jinki stopped purring, curling up and falling asleep on the soiled sheets. Jonghyun followed soon after, waiting only a moment to assure the attendants that they weren’t trying to kill each other. He rubbed his hand over the mark Jinki had proceeded to bite and lick at during each of their matings and frowned at the other prince. He hoped this wasn’t some Northern Kingdom symbolic thing. He liked to know what he was doing before he was forced into anything. Shrugging, he threw an arm over the sleeping boy and pulled him close, dozing off as well. Key would wake them in a few hours for baths.
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Authorwishunew
Rating:NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Jongyu
Summary: All is fair in love and war. And Peace Treaty's, apparently.
This is part 1 in a series of unrelated(for the most part) storied called "The things I wish happened in my fandom(or at least happened more often)"
This Kink is Sex with an Audience.
Also credit to a new Beta, actually. manaphasm has been busy with school as of late and I had my friend naman-barabwa go threw it for me.
Jinki was nervous to say the least. This…base ritual he was about to take part in was foreign and terrifying. But it would solidify the treaty between the southern kingdom and theirs, thus ensuring that his home kingdom would survive. If they weren’t so dependent on how charitable the treaty had been, his father would have demanded something more private. But they could not risk angering the king of the great nation in the south and lose the only hope for the northern lands, not even at the shame of the prince.
He paced the floor of his antechamber; the long, snow-white robes he’d been dressed in dusted across the immaculate mother of pearl floor. The whole room had been redone for him, a tribute to his coloring and to help him feel peace. Bu that didn’t stop him from fiddling with his fingers and the ends of his sleeves, sheathing and unsheathing his talons as he waited to be called before the senate of the Southern Kingdom and… he shivered.
“Cousin,” a soft voice called and an even softer tone of harmony resonated inside of Jinki’s head, soon accompanied by a deep, soothing base. Taemin was here, and Minho as well. Minho and Taemin had been paired since birth with no political pressures on their families except for the stigma of pairing below your status. Their bond seemed to have been in the stars. How Jinki envied their easiness together. He knew when the time came for them to become one for the first time, it would be by their choosing, and not as part of some vulgar marriage pact that would require them to perform before the eyes of older men.
His feelings sent out a sour note of discord between their resonance, the mental link all of the Northern dragons had the ability to form. It was how they shared their emotions with one another, instead of expressing it so basely with physical touch or action.
“You should calm yourself,” his younger cousin said, sighing lightly; he was dressed in a soft looking baby blue tunic and gray leggings, his pale yellow wings pressed tight across his back as a symbol of his position in his bond with Minho, whose large gray wings were spread slightly outward. “Your fear is making everyone restless.”
The prince sighed and moved to rest on his dais. “I apologize,” he said softly, still playing with his robe, still nervous. The material was silken but there were no slits for his wings, so he was holding them close to his body much like Taemin was. But the younger boy had years of practice whereas Jinki had always worn his open, a dominant prince among his people, even if he was soft spoken and clumsy. It hurt to keep them so close to him.
“And you fret still,” the younger one bemoaned, taking a place next to the prince, “has his mother come to speak with you yet? Can you take any of her words for courage?” After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out to lay a hand on his cousin’s. Such an act was highly intimate and only allowed because they were related, but Minho still became restless, both his understanding and his dissatisfaction sounding like opposing notes in their harmony.
Jinki blushed heavily and looked over at the jar the foreign queen had gifted him. “She informed me of what was within the other prince’s rights to do, and how I could make it…easier” he trailed off, looking to the side, “but I cannot perform such an act, even to myself.” He blushed brighter and shut his eyes.
Taemin clicked his tongue in agreement and pulled his hand back. “You must shut yourself off from the clan, Cousin” he said slowly, wincing as Jinki whipped his head up to look at him, eyes filled with abject horror and thoughts again a jumble of counterpoising melodies. Taemin whined and looked at Minho.
“He is right, Jinki” Minho said, his deep voice matching the tones his thoughts were often conveyed as. “You pull us all in, and I would be but one of many that would leap to kill Prince Jonghyun should your actions prove… painful.” He followed his words with a sound of understanding and sad acceptance, “If things turn out to be less dire, many of us would wish to not partake in the feelings you may undoubtedly experience.” The last remark brought the wind chimes of Taemin’s laughter, both in their heads and out loud as the younger lost control of himself.
“For shame, Taemin,” Jinki scolded weakly as he closed his eyes and focused on closing the gates of his mind, separating him from the others of his realm and plunging him into silence.
“It’s so quiet,” he whispered, tears threatening to fall. He’d never felt so alone in all his life, “Is this what my life will be now?” He hoped the other two recognized the aching echo of silence in his voice.
“Never,” Taemin was quick to assure. “Minho and I, we will be there for you, Cousin,” he vowed and behind him, the taller man nodded. “Always.”
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Jonghyun sighed and snuggled closer to his best friend. “I don’t wanna do this, Key,” he moaned into the younger boy’s neck, growling softly when said boy flicked him on the ear.
“You don’t really have a choice, oh great lord snuggle pants,” Kibum mocked gently, threading his hands through the prince’s soft hair. The older boy was practically vibrating with nervous energy. It was kind of cute. “And why are you so nervous anyway?” he asked, pushing the clingy prince away to look at his face, “It cannot be the crowd, because I know for a fact that you sold tickets for when you and that who-… Sekyung fucked in the auditorium,” he said, clearing his throat. Key had never liked Sekyung. She’d been a common woman who aimed way outside her league and was only lucky because the Prince had been bored.
Jonghyun pulled out of his friend’s embrace and frowned at him. “What does that have to do with anything? I’m not going to have trouble performing,” he smirked cockily then sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up before getting up and starting to pace; his long, black robe fluttered with the quick motions. “My problem is him” he said angrily, gesturing wildly to the door that would lead to the stage. “It’s a Northern Kingdom prude! Even the greatest actors would have trouble if the one they’re opposite is awful!” he huffed and sat down on the chaise lounge.
Key blinked at him for a moment from where he lay, stretched out across the large waiting bed with all the feline grace he had in his body. His long, silver tail switched angrily when Jonghyun had pulled away from him; he liked cuddling. But when the older boy came to the climax of his rant, the younger one couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re scared because he’s a virgin?” he chuckled.
“No!” Jonghyun snapped, glaring at his friend, “First of all, I am not scared. And second, yes, he’s a virgin, and not only that, he probably doesn’t even want to have sex with me.” He folded his arms and slouched, his black-as-night wings furling and unfurling with his nerves. “I don’t see why we had to go by senate rules with this. With their customs, it’s unlikely the king and queen would have pledged a son who had been bedded already.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Forcing a person whose customs regarding any physical touch are so different from our own to participate in this is… it seems like an insult, if you ask me.”
Key hummed, growing his nails to scratch lines into the waiting bed. “Meaning no disrespect, your lordship, but your father’s always been kind of an asshole,” he said sharply. “This is classic him. To debase the son of the Northern Kingdom’s monarchs, their only son who they probably dote upon very much, with such an act of public intimacy is him simply showing them where he believes they belong. Under him. Or well,” he shrugged, “under you, as the case may be.”
Jonghyun groaned and tucked his wings in so he could lean back against the chair. How was this his life? He was the most popular ruler in his realm, known for his mingling among his subjects, for singing in random clubs some nights, and for being amazing in bed. How was he supposed to become a life mate to someone like this…Lee Jinki, who he hadn’t even seen before. The Northern Kingdom was completely bland compared to his own. They didn’t have music and they didn’t party, physical touches were, like, illegal in public, and he couldn’t even imagine what such a culture had done to the boy he was going to bed in front of the fifty senators and whoever else they or his father had decided were needed to observe the mating.
“This is the worst,” he groaned finally, sliding down the chair a little. “You know his mother came by, right?” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. “She was all ‘You better be nice to that boy, he’s the heart of our people and if you hurt him at all, there will be war’ or something equally as cryptic.” He waved a hand in the air and shot a pitiful look at his friend, “But it’s his first time, Key. It’s going to hurt.”
The younger boy cooed sympathetically, getting up and walking over to him, crawling onto the lounge and snuggling next to the elder. “Jjongie,” he whispered, moving his tail to show the older man a little bottle of a black, thick liquid, “there are ways to make it easier for him.”
Jonghyun scowled and turned away. “Kim Kibum, I will not drug my perspective pair bond for our first time, stage fright or not. Now, put that away before you’re caught with it!” he snapped. The younger pouted and slipped the bottle back under the lounge, pulling out another bottle, this time, filled with a clear liquid. Jonghyun glared at it dubiously, unsure if it was some drug he hadn’t heard of yet, or something.
“It’s just oil, ass,” Key muttered, raking his claws lightly across the tail Jonghyun kept wound around his waist. “Vanilla oil, to be specific. If the kid is as much of a prude as you seem to think, I doubt he’d take it upon himself, you know?” Jonghyun grunted in agreement and grabbed at the bottle, only for the younger to pull it away from him, giggling. The prince ended up having to chase him around the room to get the stupid bottle.
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Jinki swallowed hard as his mother and his prospective mate’s mother lead him onto the stage to the large, rounded bed that sat in the middle of it. His mother pressed a quick kiss to his check, one that left his eyes wide as he stared at her. She smiled softly, murmuring how she missed him, and walked off. The other queen wished him luck and left as well, leaving him alone on the stage before the crowd. To their credit, no one said anything as he stared dispassionately at the bed and what it meant. The only thing he did was step a little closer to it as he waited for the other prince to appear.
He had reached down to brush his fingers against the soft, deerskin blanket when the door on the opposite side opened and revealed a boy dressed in black robes, equally dark wings held open on his back as he walked to the center of the stage. His hair was blond in the front, to which Jinki suggested a note of personal arrogance if he needed to draw attention to himself by being so different, and he couldn’t help but frown a little at him.
He was lead to the opposite side of the bed by the kings. Jinki’s father clasped the boy on his shoulders and Jinki almost wanted to open the gate to know what his father was thinking, but knew that he would never close it again. Jonghyun’s father smiled at the boy and they left, leaving him and Jinki alone onstage.
The other boy smiled at Jinki and walked towards him with a confidence that suggested he’d performed like this before. He circled Jinki, fingertips running along the outside of his robes before stopping before him.
“You’re pretty,” he said in a voice that was almost musical in its own right, higher and rougher than Jinki would have expected. The statement made Jinki flush a little and look away, eliciting a chuckle from his soon-to-be mate.
“Don’t be shy,” he said gently, touching Jinki’s chin and bringing his head up so that they could look each other in the eye. Jinki couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down his whole body at the touch and he blushed brighter when he noticed that the other boy had seen it too. His eyes widened a fraction, then quickly gained a lazy look in them that Jinki had never seen anyone have before. “I’m Jonghyun,” the other prince whispered, stroking Jinki’s cheek gently.
“J-Jinki,” he managed to get out, flushing not only at the intimate touch but also at the stutter of his voice and he looked away again, down at his feet, as the other prince slid his fingers into Jinki’s robes and pushed them off of his body, letting them pool at his feet and leaving him bare for the whole room to see. He shivered, the rush of embarrassment bringing tears to his eyes, but the other boy stepped closer to him right away, taking him in his arms, causing Jinki to cry out softly at the foreign contact, but shielding most of his body from the audience.
“You really haven’t been touched before, have you?” Jonghyun chuckled right in his ear and Jinki’s cheeks burned with shame and annoyance. No, he had never been touched. And even if his parents had decided that this… arrogant princeling was the one who deserved Jinki’s firsts, he was not pleased with the decision and would much rather punch him in the face. But the moment his body came in contact with the other’s, a dulled harmony arose in his mind, a door he hadn’t known existed opened, and sounds like he’d never heard floated into him. He bit his lip and kept his eyes diverted as he tried to understand the dark harmonies in his head that made his blood tingle. What was this? Was Jonghyun… resonating with him?
The other prince ran a hand down Jinki’s back, trying to sooth the nerves out of him. Jonghyun had bedded virgins before, those few boys and girls he’d favored enough to help make their first time a pleasant, special encounter. But they had always willingly come into his arms, while Jinki was here under political pretenses and formalities. Sighing, Jonghyun kept his hand on the boy’s lower back and pressed him closer, using his other hand to tilt Jinki’s chin up once more, keeping eye contact with him as he leaned forward slowly, then letting them flicker down as his lips gently brushed against the other prince's.
The gasp Jinki let out seemed to echo around them, wings fluttering with uncertainty; he tried to recoil, but the hand on his back kept him still and the deep, rich harmonies playing around his head made his body flush with something he’d never experienced before. The other boy licked at his bottom lip and a noise that sounded embarrassingly like a whine slid from his throat as he let his mouth fall open, allowing the more experienced man to slip his tongue inside.
Jinki grasped the other’s robes tightly, his thin tail flicking back and forth behind him like an angry cat, face scrunched up as he fought with himself over how weird it was to have another person’s tongue in his mouth. It was startlingly wet and hot, and had the oddest waves of sensations wash over him as his tongue was sucked into the other’s mouth and coaxed into exploring. The hand on his chin had slipped into his hair, tilting his head slightly and guiding him in the kiss. Jinki whimpered, feeling in over his head and a bit like a child, being taught about his body.
Suddenly he was being lifted and Jinki broke the kiss with a startled yelp, instinctively wrapping his legs around the other man. He buried his head into Jonghyun’s shoulder in embarrassment as he was moved and lowered onto the soft bed. He blinked up at the other boy, licking over his lips. They felt weird, puffy and swollen.
“Relax,” Jonghyun urged, running his fingertips down the column of Jinki’s neck and throat, making the other shiver as his body tingled wherever Jonghyun touched.
“Y-you relax,” he stuttered back, frowning at the boy on top of him, which elicited a chuckle from the other prince, who pressed his exploring hands onto Jinki’s chest and pressed him down further onto the bed.
“If you’re still this cheeky, I must be doing something wrong,” Jonghyun mused aloud, rubbing the pad of his thumb over one of the other boy’s nipples, smirking toothily when it caused Jinki to whine loudly and arch against him. “Oh, you like that?” he muttered quietly, repeating his action again and again until the other boy was a squirming mess beneath him. He stopped after a while, running his hands up and down Jinki’s soft chest, waiting for him to calm down a bit before he continued.
Jinki squirmed underneath him, his tail lashing back and forth as he tried to get a hold of himself, tried to push down the dark and sensual harmony in his head that made his whole body shiver and tingle in unsettlingly pleasant ways. He grunted and tried to squirm up the bed, away from Jonghyun and his incredibly talented hands as they rubbed into his muscles, and he couldn't help but feel he should have been warned about this at some point. The other boy’s hand dipped, dragging his finger tips across his sides and a giggle escaped his mouth, much to his own horror.
“You’re ticklish!” Jonghyun said, his eyes lit with some kind of perverse excitement as he continued to torment the other until Jinki was laughing and gasping for breath, begging him to let him breathe. Jonghyun relented, lying down next to him and cutting off Jinki’s view of the audience, but more importantly vice versa. “There, are you feeling better?” Jonghyun asked, tracing the other prince’s cheekbones and Jinki blinked at him, reaching out with his harmony. But Jonghyun looked like he was still waiting for an answer, so he nodded and looked down, shyly placing a hand down the other’s stomach.
“I’m sorry I’m so…” he whispered, trailing off, unable to find the words he wanted to show the other how truly apologetic he was about how he was conducting himself. He’d been making the other boy do all the work; even if he was scared, he should at least try harder to… reciprocate.
Jonghyun just chuckled lightly and poked him in the nose, “Listen, J-Jinki,” he said, mocking the older man’s stutter. “I am fully aware of your virginal state,” he purred, flicking his tail out of his robes, running the arrow head tip around Jinki’s belly button causing the other to shiver. “And while I can honestly tell you that I was originally against the idea, that was before I saw you,” he leered at Jinki’s body, running his eyes down the skin he’d just been touching, a twitch of his eyebrow as his tail went lower. Jinki gasped, fisting his hands into the other’s robes as he looked down to watch the black-as-midnight tail rub against his half hard erection. Jonghyun had incredible control over it, Jinki thought dimly as he whimpered and squirmed, the small, smooth scales creating a sensation he’d never felt before and it wasn’t long before he felt something rising in his gut.
“Wait, wait,” he panted, biting his lip and pressing into the teasing touches. “P-please, J-Jong…stop, wait.” he begged, but the prince seemed to grow bolder at the sound of his half-choked name coming from Jinki’s kiss-bruised lips and he replaced his tail with his hot, large hand and jerked the older man off swiftly, ignoring the broken pleas and gasps. His eyes, dark and heavy, never left Jinki’s as he pushed the other into his first orgasm, taking in every detail as Jinki’s back arched and his eyes scrunched up, his mouth falling open and his tail going ridged as his seed shot out onto his stomach, chest and neck before he slumped onto the bed.
“I like it when you say my name,” Jonghyun cooed, dragging his fingers in the mess and bringing them up to be licked clean. He smirked when he caught Jinki watching.
Jinki blushed and looked away, down at himself and his…mess and whimpered in embarrassment, instantly reaching down to wipe the substance from his skin, but only succeeding in spreading it around until Jonghyun’s harsh grip stopped his movements. He squeaked and looked up at him, blinking in confusion.
“You’re too cute for your own good,” the other prince said as he shifted and moved to kneel between Jinki’s spread legs, letting his robes fall over to expose his chilled body and straining erection to the other. “How anyone in your kingdom could let someone like you remain untouched is impossible to understand,” he continued and Jinki wondered if he was speaking to him or to himself. “You have no idea what you do to me, laying here like this, do you?” Jinki shook his head instantly, embarrassed. Though belatedly he realized he did, the dark harmonies in his head telling him just what the other was thinking even if Jinki was too inexperienced to understand them.
“Is it going to hurt?” Jinki asked instead, biting his lip as he tried to make himself look at the other man’s cock, to accept it in his head so that maybe it would be easier to… accept into his body.
Jonghyun sighed and parted the other’s legs slowly, pulling him a little closer and running a hand over the soft, pale insides of his thighs, making Jinki let out a strangled noise, and licked his lips. “I will try my very best to make the pain bearable,” he said, not really answering the question, and pulled out a delicate looking bottle, popping the cork. The warm scent of vanilla wafted over them and Jinki took a greedy sniff, relaxing with the familiar, calming scent.
Jonghyun made a mental note to thank Key later, even if the scent of the oil was supposed to be a joke. He poured some onto his fingers and rubbed them together, warming the slick oil and then rubbing it into Jinki’s thick, beautiful thighs. Jonghyun gave into the temptation he had to lean forward and bite one of them, drawing another deliciously delicate noise from the man beneath him. He continued his massage, even as he occasionally licked and sucked at the flesh he was pressing against, working the oil into Jinki’s hips and buttocks before using more for his soft cock, teasing the sensitive flesh back to half hardness, then leaving it alone to run his fingers down, caressing Jinki’s balls lightly, then further down rubbing against the prince’s entrance. Jinki squirmed, whimpered, and gasped at the ministrations, his claws having ripped the expensive deerskin blanket into shreds, and had instead chosen to take up purchase on Jonghyun’s shoulders. He blushed bright red when Jonghyun touched his opening and looked away, biting his lip nervously as he tried to calm himself down again.
“That’s it,” Jonghyun cooed appreciatively, petting the boy’s inner thighs as he worked the oil into the virgin muscles, slipping just the tip of his finger inside before dancing away, only to return with a little more oil and press in further. Jonghyun continued like that until he was knuckle deep, and Jinki was panting harshly against the goose feather pillows. “Are you okay?” he asked, wiggling his finger a little and Jinki whined, his hips twitching slightly. The older boy took a deep breath and nodded, opening one of his eyes and looking down at Jonghyun, who winked and started moving the finger in and out slowly, adding a second as he felt Jinki relax around him.
“Ah! Wait!” Jinki panted as the second one pressed into him, the stretch uncomfortable. He rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow as he tried to will his body to relax. Jonghyun cooed and leaned forward to lick the length of his erection and Jinki choked, arching into his mouth. “Jjong,” he moaned, rolling his head back and closing his eyes against the wave of sensations and feelings he was experiencing. He sensed amusement in the harmony, but that vanished when Jonghyun spread his fingers inside, stretching him and Jinki gave a whole body shudder as …something was pressed and his vision went a little white behind his eyelids. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips, loud, lewd, and needy, as his tail wrapped around Jonghyun’s wrist, holding it still as Jinki acted on instinct and pressed back against the digits.
Jonghyun didn’t know if he wanted to laugh at the actions or fuck the boy senseless, “That’s your prostate, Jinki,” he said, though he doubted the other could hear him as he fought to reclaim his wrist from the surprisingly strong grip Jinki’s tail had on it. He finally got it free enough to add a third finger, but the pain was overshadowed as Jonghyun continued to rub against the other’s prostate, enjoying the way he was gasping and writhing beneath him, his voice broken and close to sobbing, begging Jonghyun for more.
Finally, he pulled away and coated his neglected length with the oil, hissing as he dragged his slick fingers over himself. Jinki was too shy to attempt to touch the other man and Jonghyun had assumed as such so he wasn’t that disappointed. He also figured that he’d just get the other to explore his body later; they were married now. He smirked and leaned forward, parting the other man’s legs and pressing his slick erection against Jinki’s stretched entrance, kissing him hard as he pushed in. He got only the head in before Jinki was clawing at his back, ripping lines into his skin as he struggled to break the kiss, probably going to ask him to stop, to pull back. But Jonghyun knew better and pushed forward until he was all the way in and Jinki was sobbing against his chest.
“It hurts,” he sobbed quietly, curling his fists into Jonghyun’s robes. “J-Jonghyun, Take it out…it’s too much, please.”
The other prince just cooed into his ear, running a hand down the other’s tucked wings to the small of his back, rubbing gentle circles there, just above his tail. “You have to relax, Jinki,” he said calmly, or as calmly as he could. Jinki was so hot and impossibly tight; Jonghyun had forgotten how tight virgins were. Soon, Jinki’s quiet sobs subsided, and he sagged against the bed, sniffling adorably as he watched Jonghyun with tear-bright eyes, and swallowed, shifting accidentally, causing his breath to hitch as Jonghyun hissed and pushed against him.
That was the last straw, Jonghyun swore, as his eyes crossed when Jinki moved against him, and he looped his arms around the other’s waist, hoisting him up as Jonghyun rose to his knees. He reached up and ran his hands over the spot where Jinki’s wings met his shoulders and pressed down, making the pearlescent white appendages shoot up and open startlingly fast. Jinki whimpered a little in relief, the tension in his shoulders sagging as he no longer struggled to keep his wings closed.
“You’re pretty,” Jonghyun whispered again, eyes on the wings that shimmered between white and pale yellows, blues, and pinks in the light. His wings were small and probably wouldn’t bring him far distances, but they were amazing. “I’m going to move now, okay?” Jonghyun whispered, and Jinki whined a little but didn’t say anything, so the younger man rocked his hips up slowly, moaning quietly at the sensation.
He kept his pace slow at first, a gentle rocking up and down, as Jinki grew used to the feeling, and when the other pressed against him hesitantly, Jonghyun growled, his tail twining around Jinki’s as he lifted the boy’s hips up a little and let them slide back down. And that, that was the most amazing feeling. The other prince must have agreed as he gasped and scrapped his teeth against Jonghyun’s neck. Smirking, Jonghyun tangled a hand in his hair to keep him against his neck as he set the pace, helping Jinki’s hips rise and then fall, riding him. From this angle, Jonghyun could see the audience and for a moment, he was overcome with annoyance and jealousy. Jinki was his pair bond, these people shouldn’t see him like this.
So Jonghyun spread his wings, matte black and each as long as Jonghyun’s own body, and wrapped them around Jinki to help hide him from observing eyes as he shifted his hips and Jinki cried out, bucking against him harder.
“Jjong, Jjong, Jjong, there,” he whimpered, pressing his hips down further against the more dominating prince, “please, please.”
Jonghyun chuckled, spreading his legs a little and holding Jinki’s hips in place as he thrust up and up into the other prince; he enjoyed the older man’s breathy gasps and soft moans, noises that Jonghyun reveled in because he knew Jinki was trying to be quiet and the fact that he couldn’t hold them in was an ego boost, to put it lightly. He kissed down Jinki’s neck, nipping and sucking on his flesh, and he felt the other tense and shiver as he pressed his teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder, right above his collarbones. Then he literally melted against him, losing control of his voice and all the noises he’d been holding back came flowing out like a tidal wave. Suddenly Jonghyun had his hands full of a mewling, whimpering mess of a prince who kept grinding down on him, running on pure instinct to get Jonghyun deeper, to make him hit that spot once more.
“Please,” he keened, his claws out as he dragged his hand down Jonghyun’s back, tearing the silken robe and the other’s skin in his haze. The other merely grunted at the pain and the feeling of his own blood welling up and dripping out of the marks Jinki had left, biting harder on the spot and tossing Jinki back onto the bed. He pulled out for a moment to flip the other onto his knees, pressing against his back and holding the pearly-white wings against the other’s skin as he thrust back in. Jinki screamed in pleasure, pressing his face into the pillows as he pushed back against Jonghyun, their audience forgotten. All that mattered for the Northern prince was that Jonghyun kept hitting that spot inside of him, kept weaving those alluring, sensually dark harmonies in his head louder and louder.
When Jonghyun reached down and grasped Jinki’s heavy cock, it was over; the inexperienced prince rutted into his hand as Jonghyun tugged him off hard and fast. Jinki arched his back, reaching up to tangle a hand into Jonghyun’s hair, and the blond was again surprised at Jinki’s strength as he was tugged down far enough for Jinki to turn and dig his teeth and his sharp little fangs into Jonghyun’s neck, drawing blood as he lost it for a second time, cumming all over the bedding and Jonghyun’s hand, before collapsing, boneless, onto the mattress, body worn out from the over stimulation.
Jonghyun growled at the pain, ducking his head to reciprocate, teeth slicing into the spot that had made Jinki putty in his hands before as the other boy’s internal muscles spasmed around him, ripping his orgasm from him. He thrust in harder than ever, his slim hips slapping against the other’s luscious thighs ruthlessly, his rhythm lost. Shoving in as far as he could, he clamped his mouth down harder on the other’s skin, the copper taste of blood blossoming in his mouth as he went over the edge and emptied into Jinki, then collapsed next to the other, panting heavily as he came down from his high. Dimly, he was aware of the curtains being drawn on them, but he was much more distracted by Jinki, who was kittenishly licking at the bite mark he’d left on Jonghyun’s throat as his tail twined and untwined with his.
“Are you okay?” Jonghyun asked, turning his head away from the mouth to look the other boy in the eyes; only, instead of the original milk-chocolate color, he was looking into cat-slit eyes of melted honey and sighed, turning the other over and spooning against his back. Jinki had gone feral at some point; it’s not uncommon for a dragon to fall back into their wilder side when mating, but that meant the actual Jinki wasn’t in at the moment and Jonghyun wouldn’t be getting any kind of intelligent conversation from him.
What he was getting, however, was an annoyed little growling noise as Jinki shifted and pressed back against him, whining and squeezing down on Jonghyun’s cock, still inside of him. Jonghyun chuckled, licking at the sweat that had gathered on Jinki’s neck during their activities. Jinki may be shy about sex, and touches in general, but his wild side seemed to have awakened as a bitch in heat.
They had sex three more times before Jonghyun decided they were going to die if they kept it up and Jinki stopped purring, curling up and falling asleep on the soiled sheets. Jonghyun followed soon after, waiting only a moment to assure the attendants that they weren’t trying to kill each other. He rubbed his hand over the mark Jinki had proceeded to bite and lick at during each of their matings and frowned at the other prince. He hoped this wasn’t some Northern Kingdom symbolic thing. He liked to know what he was doing before he was forced into anything. Shrugging, he threw an arm over the sleeping boy and pulled him close, dozing off as well. Key would wake them in a few hours for baths.
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