Forever More 4/?
Title: Forever More 4/?
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Minho/Jonghyun, Kyuhyun/Donghae, Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is everything Yunho has ever wanted in a partner. Except that he isn't from Earth, or not Yunho's version of Earth. And there are expectations of Yunho that he is not sure he can fulfill. How do you decide between love and freedom?
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Nevermore
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster made by me.
Part 4: The Joy of Bath and Tongue
“You know what?” Yunho said, sliding his hands down Changmin’s shoulders and arms.
“What?”
“I love kissing you.”
Changmin smiled. “I love kissing you also, my heart. Let me wash you.”
Yunho smiled. “Okay.” He moved off Changmin’s lap and sat on the stone bench. Changmin pushed off and floated over to the opposite wall. Yunho licked his lips as Changmin reached up onto a high shelf, most of his body coming out of the water. He wanted his mouth on Changmin’s back again; he hadn’t quite memorized every line of the wing tattoo.
Changmin turned around and dropped back into the water. He rubbed a bar of soap into a cloth. “You are going to have to get out of the water for a moment.”
Yunho gripped the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out. Changmin started with his feet, using the soapy towel to wash each toe, up the curve and around his ankles. Yunho fought the urge to jerk back from the slight tickle. Changmin kissed his knee before washing it, up under the sensitive skin, and then down his thigh. His fingertips tickled his sac for only a moment, and then Changmin pulled away to wash the other leg.
Changmin kneeled on the bench between Yunho’s legs and dragged the soapy washcloth up his torso.
“You are going to be too busy to do this if you are in charge of the stronghold,” Yunho said, head tilted back.
Changmin kissed his chin. “Never. Your happiness is way more important to me than my kingdom.”
Yunho looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Isn’t that treason?”
Changmin laughed. “Maybe. But it is also true.”
“What about your own happiness?”
“You make me happy.”
“Aren’t there other things that you like to do?”
Changmin shrugged. “I will not lie to you, Yunho. I do want to be the Raven King. But if you are not there by my side, then I will not be happy doing it.”
Yunho huffed.
Changmin smiled and kissed him. “Turn over. Let me show you what other things I like to do.”
Yunho shivered and turned around. He knew that Changmin was avoiding the answer, but he did not know or understand why. Being the center of Changmin’s universe was a heady calling. Yunho was not sure if he wanted it.
But he did not mind answering the gleam of lust in Changmin’s eyes.
His upper body was pressed to the rock by Changmin’s firm hand in the middle of his back. He couldn’t quite kneel, Instead, his legs were bent, knees pressed against the rockwall underwater and his shins pressed against the edge of the bench. He stretched his arms out along the warm rock floor.
“This might feel a little weird,” Changmin warned. He pressed a finger right against Yunho’s entrance and whispered words that Yunho did not understand.
Tingles sparkled down his cleft, tendrils of ghostly fingers pressed into him. Yunho shouted out, jerking against the stone.
Changmin hushed him, running his hand up and down his spine. It felt as if the magic followed, curling up inside him, deeper than fingers, toys, Changmin’s cock. His entire body shook from the sensations and his cock pulsed against the rock wall. Yunho moaned, using the leverage of his knees to sink down a bit further and give his cock room to bob up and down.
“A cleaning spell, my love. When you spend time with a magician in your bed, you learn these things.”
“You didn’t do that before,” Yunho said, shifting his body as the tingles continued to spin around his skin.
“I’m not a magician, and doing magic in your realm was difficult for me. I managed a few things, but it is Jaejoong who is more powerful. He will be able to teach you later.”
Yunho shivered. “Felt good.”
Changmin chuckled. “That makes me very happy. Sometimes magic can make a person sick, but if that felt good to you, then it only means our souls are compatible.”
Yunho bit his lip against a frown that Changmin probably could not see. Yet another thing tying him to Changmin. He did not want to think about it. Instead, he propped up on an elbow and turned his head to look at Changmin.
“Does the cleaning spell mean you’re going to shove your tongue inside me?”
Changmin laughed again, rubbing his hands up and down Yunho’s ass. “Yes. Eventually.”
Yunho moaned in anticipation.
Changmin gripped his ass, strong hands, fingers spread. He pressed his thumbs on either side of Yunho’s opening.
“Delicious,” Changmin whispered just before his tongue flicked over the crinkled skin.
Yunho buried his face in his arms with a heavy whimper. His back bowed toward the stone ledge, his muscles tense all along his legs and hips. Changmin continued licking him, slow swipes of his tongue up his cleft followed by tiny bites to the curves of his ass. Yunho’s whimpers echoed off the stone walls. He fought the urge to push back into Changmin’s face. He was not in control, and he did not have permission.
Changmin concentrated right at his entrance, little flicks and long touches, pressing his tongue into Yunho’s body before retreating and slipping up his cleft again. Yunho dug his teeth into his arm, biting to muffle his moans. His muscles shook, his head went light from the the heat and lack of breath. He gasped in the silence, and then whimpered when a finger pressed against his entrance. Changmin licked around the fingertip before pushing just enough to tease. In and out. Yunho tried to relax, but his body, his entrance, clamped around the finger, a heavy moan tearing from his mouth.
Finally, Changmin pushed a slick finger inside him, wiggling it in deep before pulling out and licking at him. Over and over. A finger. His tongue. Both. Yunho moaned, head and body pulsing with the need to come.
Changmin added another finger, twisting and spreading them inside Yunho. When Changmin had three fingers inside him and his other hand, slick with something, grabbed Yunho’s cock and balls, Yunho lost it. His heavy moan echoed around the bathing room, and his body shuddered through a powerful release. Changmin pumped his cock and Yunho sprayed his orgasm all over the side of the pool and into the water.
Yunho sagged backwards, but Changmin held his hips with a firm hand. Instead of being allowed to enjoy the pleasure surrounding him, Changmin thrust his cock into Yunho’s body and prolonged it.
Yunho screamed, fingers scrabbling on the rock surface in front of him.
Changmin chuckled and ran his hand down Yunho’s spine. “Just a moment, my wings. I love being inside you right after your pleasure.”
Yunho whimpered. His body shook, knees scraping on the wall underwater. Changmin continued touching him, up and down his back, shoulders and neck.
Yunho cried, actually cried, and thrust back. His cock throbbed, and Changmin jerked his hips away from the edge of the pool, just enough to curl a hand around Yunho’s cock. He stroked quickly, and Yunho’s arms shook, hands just barely keeping his face out of the water.
Another orgasm tore through him, splattering into the pool, and Changmin’s breathing labored. Yunho sank into the water, unable to hold himself up. Changmin let him go, but gripped his chin and stole Yunho’s breath with his cock, thrusting into his mouth. Yunho whimpered, stopped breathing, and let him.
Changmin was gasping too, almost done, and Yunho fought past the pleasure and energy-stealing orgasm to suck on Changmin’s cock.
“My pretty, pretty Eagle,” Changmin whispered and was coming, hard and quick, and Yunho gagged on his release, yanked himself away, and Changmin gripped his hair and covered his face in the rest of his orgasm.
When Changmin released him, Yunho sank into the water, head thunking on the stone ledge. He shut his eyes, fought the urge to smile, and licked up the come on his lips instead.
Changmin moaned and leaned against him, arms around his body, pulling him away from the edge of the pool. He kissed Yunho roughly, hands cupping his ass. Yunho wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist and his arms around Changmin’s shoulders.
Changmin held him tightly, moving them across the pool. Water cascaded down Yunho’s face and he broke away from the kiss with a gasp and tilted his head back. With the help of Changmin’s fingers, the warm water washed away the clinging mess on his cheeks and neck.
Changmin pulled him back to his lips and Yunho hummed in contentment, finally able to relax into the lazy afterglow of amazing sex and almost painful orgasms.
“I may stay here just for your bathroom,” Yunho muttered when Changmin released his lips for a moment.
Changmin smiled. “I will double the size of it if that will help.”
Yunho smiled and buried his face into Changmin’s neck. “I want to like it here, Min-ah. I really do.”
“I know.”
“I mean, I do like it, but ... so many people expect--”
Changmin shook his head. “Only you matter, my wings. Only what you want matters. When will you believe me when I say that?”
“I do. I do not want to disappoint you.”
“Nothing you say or do could disappoint me.”
Yunho huffed.
“I do not understand why that upsets you.”
“I feel like you aren’t thinking about anything beyond this moment,” Yunho said and untangled himself from Changmin. He went back to the waterfall and stood up underneath it for a little while. He shut his eyes as water cascaded over his shoulders and dripped from the hair falling in his eyes.
“I want you to stay here,” Changmin said, voice just loud enough over the cascading water. “With all of my soul, I want you to stay here. I want you to be my husband, my king, my lover, and a father to our children. I want us to lead our people and continue to provide wealth and happiness to the Raven Clan. I want that with all my heart.”
Yunho turned to him, face impassive.
Changmin smiled. “I told you that I had everything figured out and planned. As soon as Jaejoong and I knew where you were, we went your realm. I knew that as soon as you saw me, you would recognize me and you would love me as much as I loved you. Even with Jaejoong’s warnings, I was delusional. I did not heed him. He said that you may not know me. He said that you may not know of our realm. He said that you may have a life that you did not want to leave.”
Changmin held out his hand and Yunho glided over to him through the warm water. He wrapped his arms and legs back around him and let Changmin press a kiss to his lips.
“He was right. I had no idea who you really were. Who you really are. But with every moment you allow me to spend with you, my hope grows larger and I... I promised myself that it was not fair to you to influence your decision with words and actions and to only be exactly who I am. I have tried, but Yunho, my heart, my wings, my love, you mean everything to me. I love you now, I love you for coming here and giving my world a chance. You are not selfish. You are caring. You are understanding. You are kind but determined. Fierce. Loyal. I love everything about you.”
Yunho’s chest tightened and he wished he could say it back. He wished he could be eloquent enough to make Changmin understand the way he felt about him. Love? Partially. Mostly. But Yunho was scared. Too scared to let Changmin have so much of him and so much power and control over him. When the real Yunho did not measure up to the one Changmin had conjured, what would Changmin do?
Yunho wasn’t sure. So he kept those words and feelings to himself. But he did smile, he did give Changmin a kiss, and he did say, “And everyday, you show me how much you do love me and how much you want me to be happy. I cannot ignore that, and I can’t... I’m trying.”
“And that is all I ask.”
Yunho kissed him again. “Do we have to go be social some more today?”
Changmin smiled and shook his head. “Definitely not. Anything we want or need can be delivered right to our bed.”
“Then take me to bed.”
Changmin laughed.
Yunho untangled himself from Changmin’s arms and followed him up the stairs and out of the water to a wide shelf piled high with towels. Changmin lifted one off the shelf and gave it to Yunho. The material was the same soft fabric as the pants.
Yunho brought the towel up to his face and smiled as he inhaled the sweet fruity fragrance and the soft material caressed his skin.
“The Hawks raise the local livestock,” Changmin said. “They are the largest mammals in our realm, or at least in this area. We trade fruit and metals for their meat and furs. Most of our cloth is made from the wool from the bree-alh.”
“It is very soft.”
“Which is why we are at peace with the Hawks. Mostly. Like I said before, we have a tenuous treaty with all the other clans, but sometimes there are fights.”
After drying off, Yunho went straight to the bed. Changmin chuckled behind him as Yunho crawled onto the soft surface and curled up under the covers. If Yunho thought hard enough, he could convince himself he was in nothing more than an expensive hotel at a luxury resort.
Changmin continued to move around the room, and he even stepped around the pillar of privacy and spoke to someone out of Yunho’s sight. Quiet voices, soft laughter. It did not sound like Jaejoong.
Changmin reappeared and shed the robe he had put on. The lights in the room dimmed almost to darkness, and Yunho grinned. Right, magic.
Changmin crawled into the bed with him, arms and knees trapping Yunho under the covers. Their lips touched for a moment.
“That was Kyuhyun, one of Jaejoong’s cousins. He says that Jaejoong grew distracted with Jinki and Seohyun and sent him to protect us. He will stand outside and keep away anyone that wishes to talk to us.”
“For how long?”
“For however long you wish.”
“Forever then.”
Changmin lifted an eyebrow. “Forever.”
Yunho squirmed under him until his arms were free. He hooked them around his neck, playing with the wet ends of his hair. “Okay, so not forever, but how about after another orgasm? And then a nap? And then maybe dinner? Maybe we’ll leave this room after breakfast tomorrow?”
Changmin smiled. “You are so very smart, my wings, and as always, I will do as you say. So, orgasm first.”
Yunho nodded. “Orgasms first.”
Changmin laughed. “As you command, my wings.”
Yunho moved only long enough for Changmin to get under the blanket with them. Their skin slid together and touched, and Yunho wrapped his legs around Changmin’s body. He had no problem at all letting Changmin kiss and touch him, play and worship him, until the cavern echoed with his cries and whimpers of pleasure.
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Yunho woke up feeling well rested and warm. Changmin still lay next to him, breathing steady in his sleep. Movement across the room had Yunho spinning that way.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Hi.”
The light in the cavern was dim, coming from a single low torch near the pillar. Yunho slid to the edge of the bed and found the robe that Changmin had discarded the night before. He stood on wobbly legs. Jaejoong handed him a canteen of fresh, cool water.
“Thank you,” Yunho said and took a long drink. After, he stumbled into the bathing room to use the primitive utilities, washed some of the come off his body, and went back to the main room.
“What time is it?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong tilted his head and said, “Early morning. Quarter-morning, we call it. Probably about 3 a.m.”
Changmin snorted from the bed, but he was still asleep.
Jaejoong smiled and motioned Yunho out onto the balcony. Yunho went straight to the railing. Jaejoong followed and lit what looked like a cigarette, but was brown instead of white. The floral smoke obscured his face for a moment.
The village was anything but dark. Torches and lamps lit up the walkways and windows glowed golden in the darkness. There was movement, early risers getting ready for the day.
“How are you feeling?” Jaejoong asked and offered him the cigarette.
Yunho had never been one for smoking, but he took a drag anyway, expecting to cough. But the smoke was sweet, not harsh, and tasted like grass and strawberries. He held it in his lungs for a moment and released it. He handed it back, but Jaejoong told him to keep it and lit another one.
“I’m okay,” Yunho finally said.
Jaejoong smirked. “Yeah, Kyuhyun said he counted at least four orgasms. That’s enough to make anyone okay.”
Yunho blushed and then had to remember that sex was not taboo in this realm. “Yeah, well, you’ve had Changmin in bed. Would you stop him before he was completely worn out?”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Fuck no. Seriously though, Yunho. You do not have to stay here. Not if you don’t want to.”
Yunho stared out over the awakening village and then glanced up at all the stars in the sky. It was difficult to see even the brightest of stars from his place in Seoul. “Changmin told me he loved me.”
“He does.”
“Does he? Or does he love who he thinks I should be?”
Jaejoong blew out a cloud of smoke. “I cannot answer that. But I can tell you that after the first time you saw Changmin, at the cafe, he came to me almost in tears because you did not recognize him, and you did not know who he was. He was devastated. He’d thought that you would know, he thought that you’d be attracted to him. I thought that I would be happy to tell him ‘I told you so’ because I did warn him. But he was devastated. And then determined. He was so determined to get you to like him.”
“I was attracted to him in that cafe. As soon as I stepped through the door, I wanted to kneel at his feet and call him the Prince of Darkness. And that was before I knew what that meant.”
Jaejoong hummed. “There were rituals and rites and magic placed upon both you and Changmin before you were born. Part of the treaty with the Eagles was to bind you before your birth.”
“Huh?”
“Ah, so Changmin failed to mention that?”
Yunho sighed. “I think he’s trying to downplay our connection. He isn’t doing a very good job, though. Every time it is mentioned, I feel a little more trapped.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “I bet. It is also one of the reasons why we were able to find you. Make a connection, follow the connection. We knew where you had gone. The connection between a raven and its familiar is much stronger though, so it was Nevermore who found you first.”
“I really like it here,” Yunho said.
“But?”
Yunho shrugged. “The expectations are a little stifling.”
“Yes, but are they any different than the expectations of your own place?”
“Yes. I have control of those. My parents expect one thing, but I have mostly done something else. Society expects another thing, but... it is different.”
“Maybe.” Jaejoong used a knot in the tree to douse his cigarette. Yunho followed his example. “Don’t ever toss them off the side. Being hit by something even this soft as it falls can sting and it is annoying. There is an unspoken courtesy in our village that you do not throw things over an edge.”
Yunho laughed. “I can see that.”
“Are you going back to bed?”
“No, I can’t sleep anymore.”
“Are you hungry? I can arrange for some fruit and bread for you.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Jaejoong pointed to the left. “Go up there,” he said, and Yunho barely made out the set of stairs that led to the hollowed tree. “I’ll bring it to you.” The light in the small alcove flared a little, giving Yunho enough to see his way. The stone stairs were cool on his feet. The tree was not too big, just enough for a few bookshelves and a wooden bench cut from the bark on one side, and a small bed in the middle. There was also a table and writing utensils. A large window cut into the side of the tree. It was covered by leaves and branches, obscuring the city in the trees.
Isolated.
Yunho liked it. He used the time Jaejoong was gone to look at the books. Many of them were children’s books and novels. They were written in a form of hangeul, just different enough to be mostly comprehensible.
Yunho picked one of the longer novels and settled onto the soft bed to read.
Part 5: The Different Reasons to Submit
Part 3: The Birds and the Bees
Part 2: The Crippling Expectations
Part 1: The Trees and Cliffs
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Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Minho/Jonghyun, Kyuhyun/Donghae, Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is everything Yunho has ever wanted in a partner. Except that he isn't from Earth, or not Yunho's version of Earth. And there are expectations of Yunho that he is not sure he can fulfill. How do you decide between love and freedom?
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Nevermore
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster made by me.
Part 4: The Joy of Bath and Tongue
“You know what?” Yunho said, sliding his hands down Changmin’s shoulders and arms.
“What?”
“I love kissing you.”
Changmin smiled. “I love kissing you also, my heart. Let me wash you.”
Yunho smiled. “Okay.” He moved off Changmin’s lap and sat on the stone bench. Changmin pushed off and floated over to the opposite wall. Yunho licked his lips as Changmin reached up onto a high shelf, most of his body coming out of the water. He wanted his mouth on Changmin’s back again; he hadn’t quite memorized every line of the wing tattoo.
Changmin turned around and dropped back into the water. He rubbed a bar of soap into a cloth. “You are going to have to get out of the water for a moment.”
Yunho gripped the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out. Changmin started with his feet, using the soapy towel to wash each toe, up the curve and around his ankles. Yunho fought the urge to jerk back from the slight tickle. Changmin kissed his knee before washing it, up under the sensitive skin, and then down his thigh. His fingertips tickled his sac for only a moment, and then Changmin pulled away to wash the other leg.
Changmin kneeled on the bench between Yunho’s legs and dragged the soapy washcloth up his torso.
“You are going to be too busy to do this if you are in charge of the stronghold,” Yunho said, head tilted back.
Changmin kissed his chin. “Never. Your happiness is way more important to me than my kingdom.”
Yunho looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Isn’t that treason?”
Changmin laughed. “Maybe. But it is also true.”
“What about your own happiness?”
“You make me happy.”
“Aren’t there other things that you like to do?”
Changmin shrugged. “I will not lie to you, Yunho. I do want to be the Raven King. But if you are not there by my side, then I will not be happy doing it.”
Yunho huffed.
Changmin smiled and kissed him. “Turn over. Let me show you what other things I like to do.”
Yunho shivered and turned around. He knew that Changmin was avoiding the answer, but he did not know or understand why. Being the center of Changmin’s universe was a heady calling. Yunho was not sure if he wanted it.
But he did not mind answering the gleam of lust in Changmin’s eyes.
His upper body was pressed to the rock by Changmin’s firm hand in the middle of his back. He couldn’t quite kneel, Instead, his legs were bent, knees pressed against the rockwall underwater and his shins pressed against the edge of the bench. He stretched his arms out along the warm rock floor.
“This might feel a little weird,” Changmin warned. He pressed a finger right against Yunho’s entrance and whispered words that Yunho did not understand.
Tingles sparkled down his cleft, tendrils of ghostly fingers pressed into him. Yunho shouted out, jerking against the stone.
Changmin hushed him, running his hand up and down his spine. It felt as if the magic followed, curling up inside him, deeper than fingers, toys, Changmin’s cock. His entire body shook from the sensations and his cock pulsed against the rock wall. Yunho moaned, using the leverage of his knees to sink down a bit further and give his cock room to bob up and down.
“A cleaning spell, my love. When you spend time with a magician in your bed, you learn these things.”
“You didn’t do that before,” Yunho said, shifting his body as the tingles continued to spin around his skin.
“I’m not a magician, and doing magic in your realm was difficult for me. I managed a few things, but it is Jaejoong who is more powerful. He will be able to teach you later.”
Yunho shivered. “Felt good.”
Changmin chuckled. “That makes me very happy. Sometimes magic can make a person sick, but if that felt good to you, then it only means our souls are compatible.”
Yunho bit his lip against a frown that Changmin probably could not see. Yet another thing tying him to Changmin. He did not want to think about it. Instead, he propped up on an elbow and turned his head to look at Changmin.
“Does the cleaning spell mean you’re going to shove your tongue inside me?”
Changmin laughed again, rubbing his hands up and down Yunho’s ass. “Yes. Eventually.”
Yunho moaned in anticipation.
Changmin gripped his ass, strong hands, fingers spread. He pressed his thumbs on either side of Yunho’s opening.
“Delicious,” Changmin whispered just before his tongue flicked over the crinkled skin.
Yunho buried his face in his arms with a heavy whimper. His back bowed toward the stone ledge, his muscles tense all along his legs and hips. Changmin continued licking him, slow swipes of his tongue up his cleft followed by tiny bites to the curves of his ass. Yunho’s whimpers echoed off the stone walls. He fought the urge to push back into Changmin’s face. He was not in control, and he did not have permission.
Changmin concentrated right at his entrance, little flicks and long touches, pressing his tongue into Yunho’s body before retreating and slipping up his cleft again. Yunho dug his teeth into his arm, biting to muffle his moans. His muscles shook, his head went light from the the heat and lack of breath. He gasped in the silence, and then whimpered when a finger pressed against his entrance. Changmin licked around the fingertip before pushing just enough to tease. In and out. Yunho tried to relax, but his body, his entrance, clamped around the finger, a heavy moan tearing from his mouth.
Finally, Changmin pushed a slick finger inside him, wiggling it in deep before pulling out and licking at him. Over and over. A finger. His tongue. Both. Yunho moaned, head and body pulsing with the need to come.
Changmin added another finger, twisting and spreading them inside Yunho. When Changmin had three fingers inside him and his other hand, slick with something, grabbed Yunho’s cock and balls, Yunho lost it. His heavy moan echoed around the bathing room, and his body shuddered through a powerful release. Changmin pumped his cock and Yunho sprayed his orgasm all over the side of the pool and into the water.
Yunho sagged backwards, but Changmin held his hips with a firm hand. Instead of being allowed to enjoy the pleasure surrounding him, Changmin thrust his cock into Yunho’s body and prolonged it.
Yunho screamed, fingers scrabbling on the rock surface in front of him.
Changmin chuckled and ran his hand down Yunho’s spine. “Just a moment, my wings. I love being inside you right after your pleasure.”
Yunho whimpered. His body shook, knees scraping on the wall underwater. Changmin continued touching him, up and down his back, shoulders and neck.
Yunho cried, actually cried, and thrust back. His cock throbbed, and Changmin jerked his hips away from the edge of the pool, just enough to curl a hand around Yunho’s cock. He stroked quickly, and Yunho’s arms shook, hands just barely keeping his face out of the water.
Another orgasm tore through him, splattering into the pool, and Changmin’s breathing labored. Yunho sank into the water, unable to hold himself up. Changmin let him go, but gripped his chin and stole Yunho’s breath with his cock, thrusting into his mouth. Yunho whimpered, stopped breathing, and let him.
Changmin was gasping too, almost done, and Yunho fought past the pleasure and energy-stealing orgasm to suck on Changmin’s cock.
“My pretty, pretty Eagle,” Changmin whispered and was coming, hard and quick, and Yunho gagged on his release, yanked himself away, and Changmin gripped his hair and covered his face in the rest of his orgasm.
When Changmin released him, Yunho sank into the water, head thunking on the stone ledge. He shut his eyes, fought the urge to smile, and licked up the come on his lips instead.
Changmin moaned and leaned against him, arms around his body, pulling him away from the edge of the pool. He kissed Yunho roughly, hands cupping his ass. Yunho wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist and his arms around Changmin’s shoulders.
Changmin held him tightly, moving them across the pool. Water cascaded down Yunho’s face and he broke away from the kiss with a gasp and tilted his head back. With the help of Changmin’s fingers, the warm water washed away the clinging mess on his cheeks and neck.
Changmin pulled him back to his lips and Yunho hummed in contentment, finally able to relax into the lazy afterglow of amazing sex and almost painful orgasms.
“I may stay here just for your bathroom,” Yunho muttered when Changmin released his lips for a moment.
Changmin smiled. “I will double the size of it if that will help.”
Yunho smiled and buried his face into Changmin’s neck. “I want to like it here, Min-ah. I really do.”
“I know.”
“I mean, I do like it, but ... so many people expect--”
Changmin shook his head. “Only you matter, my wings. Only what you want matters. When will you believe me when I say that?”
“I do. I do not want to disappoint you.”
“Nothing you say or do could disappoint me.”
Yunho huffed.
“I do not understand why that upsets you.”
“I feel like you aren’t thinking about anything beyond this moment,” Yunho said and untangled himself from Changmin. He went back to the waterfall and stood up underneath it for a little while. He shut his eyes as water cascaded over his shoulders and dripped from the hair falling in his eyes.
“I want you to stay here,” Changmin said, voice just loud enough over the cascading water. “With all of my soul, I want you to stay here. I want you to be my husband, my king, my lover, and a father to our children. I want us to lead our people and continue to provide wealth and happiness to the Raven Clan. I want that with all my heart.”
Yunho turned to him, face impassive.
Changmin smiled. “I told you that I had everything figured out and planned. As soon as Jaejoong and I knew where you were, we went your realm. I knew that as soon as you saw me, you would recognize me and you would love me as much as I loved you. Even with Jaejoong’s warnings, I was delusional. I did not heed him. He said that you may not know me. He said that you may not know of our realm. He said that you may have a life that you did not want to leave.”
Changmin held out his hand and Yunho glided over to him through the warm water. He wrapped his arms and legs back around him and let Changmin press a kiss to his lips.
“He was right. I had no idea who you really were. Who you really are. But with every moment you allow me to spend with you, my hope grows larger and I... I promised myself that it was not fair to you to influence your decision with words and actions and to only be exactly who I am. I have tried, but Yunho, my heart, my wings, my love, you mean everything to me. I love you now, I love you for coming here and giving my world a chance. You are not selfish. You are caring. You are understanding. You are kind but determined. Fierce. Loyal. I love everything about you.”
Yunho’s chest tightened and he wished he could say it back. He wished he could be eloquent enough to make Changmin understand the way he felt about him. Love? Partially. Mostly. But Yunho was scared. Too scared to let Changmin have so much of him and so much power and control over him. When the real Yunho did not measure up to the one Changmin had conjured, what would Changmin do?
Yunho wasn’t sure. So he kept those words and feelings to himself. But he did smile, he did give Changmin a kiss, and he did say, “And everyday, you show me how much you do love me and how much you want me to be happy. I cannot ignore that, and I can’t... I’m trying.”
“And that is all I ask.”
Yunho kissed him again. “Do we have to go be social some more today?”
Changmin smiled and shook his head. “Definitely not. Anything we want or need can be delivered right to our bed.”
“Then take me to bed.”
Changmin laughed.
Yunho untangled himself from Changmin’s arms and followed him up the stairs and out of the water to a wide shelf piled high with towels. Changmin lifted one off the shelf and gave it to Yunho. The material was the same soft fabric as the pants.
Yunho brought the towel up to his face and smiled as he inhaled the sweet fruity fragrance and the soft material caressed his skin.
“The Hawks raise the local livestock,” Changmin said. “They are the largest mammals in our realm, or at least in this area. We trade fruit and metals for their meat and furs. Most of our cloth is made from the wool from the bree-alh.”
“It is very soft.”
“Which is why we are at peace with the Hawks. Mostly. Like I said before, we have a tenuous treaty with all the other clans, but sometimes there are fights.”
After drying off, Yunho went straight to the bed. Changmin chuckled behind him as Yunho crawled onto the soft surface and curled up under the covers. If Yunho thought hard enough, he could convince himself he was in nothing more than an expensive hotel at a luxury resort.
Changmin continued to move around the room, and he even stepped around the pillar of privacy and spoke to someone out of Yunho’s sight. Quiet voices, soft laughter. It did not sound like Jaejoong.
Changmin reappeared and shed the robe he had put on. The lights in the room dimmed almost to darkness, and Yunho grinned. Right, magic.
Changmin crawled into the bed with him, arms and knees trapping Yunho under the covers. Their lips touched for a moment.
“That was Kyuhyun, one of Jaejoong’s cousins. He says that Jaejoong grew distracted with Jinki and Seohyun and sent him to protect us. He will stand outside and keep away anyone that wishes to talk to us.”
“For how long?”
“For however long you wish.”
“Forever then.”
Changmin lifted an eyebrow. “Forever.”
Yunho squirmed under him until his arms were free. He hooked them around his neck, playing with the wet ends of his hair. “Okay, so not forever, but how about after another orgasm? And then a nap? And then maybe dinner? Maybe we’ll leave this room after breakfast tomorrow?”
Changmin smiled. “You are so very smart, my wings, and as always, I will do as you say. So, orgasm first.”
Yunho nodded. “Orgasms first.”
Changmin laughed. “As you command, my wings.”
Yunho moved only long enough for Changmin to get under the blanket with them. Their skin slid together and touched, and Yunho wrapped his legs around Changmin’s body. He had no problem at all letting Changmin kiss and touch him, play and worship him, until the cavern echoed with his cries and whimpers of pleasure.
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Yunho woke up feeling well rested and warm. Changmin still lay next to him, breathing steady in his sleep. Movement across the room had Yunho spinning that way.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Hi.”
The light in the cavern was dim, coming from a single low torch near the pillar. Yunho slid to the edge of the bed and found the robe that Changmin had discarded the night before. He stood on wobbly legs. Jaejoong handed him a canteen of fresh, cool water.
“Thank you,” Yunho said and took a long drink. After, he stumbled into the bathing room to use the primitive utilities, washed some of the come off his body, and went back to the main room.
“What time is it?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong tilted his head and said, “Early morning. Quarter-morning, we call it. Probably about 3 a.m.”
Changmin snorted from the bed, but he was still asleep.
Jaejoong smiled and motioned Yunho out onto the balcony. Yunho went straight to the railing. Jaejoong followed and lit what looked like a cigarette, but was brown instead of white. The floral smoke obscured his face for a moment.
The village was anything but dark. Torches and lamps lit up the walkways and windows glowed golden in the darkness. There was movement, early risers getting ready for the day.
“How are you feeling?” Jaejoong asked and offered him the cigarette.
Yunho had never been one for smoking, but he took a drag anyway, expecting to cough. But the smoke was sweet, not harsh, and tasted like grass and strawberries. He held it in his lungs for a moment and released it. He handed it back, but Jaejoong told him to keep it and lit another one.
“I’m okay,” Yunho finally said.
Jaejoong smirked. “Yeah, Kyuhyun said he counted at least four orgasms. That’s enough to make anyone okay.”
Yunho blushed and then had to remember that sex was not taboo in this realm. “Yeah, well, you’ve had Changmin in bed. Would you stop him before he was completely worn out?”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Fuck no. Seriously though, Yunho. You do not have to stay here. Not if you don’t want to.”
Yunho stared out over the awakening village and then glanced up at all the stars in the sky. It was difficult to see even the brightest of stars from his place in Seoul. “Changmin told me he loved me.”
“He does.”
“Does he? Or does he love who he thinks I should be?”
Jaejoong blew out a cloud of smoke. “I cannot answer that. But I can tell you that after the first time you saw Changmin, at the cafe, he came to me almost in tears because you did not recognize him, and you did not know who he was. He was devastated. He’d thought that you would know, he thought that you’d be attracted to him. I thought that I would be happy to tell him ‘I told you so’ because I did warn him. But he was devastated. And then determined. He was so determined to get you to like him.”
“I was attracted to him in that cafe. As soon as I stepped through the door, I wanted to kneel at his feet and call him the Prince of Darkness. And that was before I knew what that meant.”
Jaejoong hummed. “There were rituals and rites and magic placed upon both you and Changmin before you were born. Part of the treaty with the Eagles was to bind you before your birth.”
“Huh?”
“Ah, so Changmin failed to mention that?”
Yunho sighed. “I think he’s trying to downplay our connection. He isn’t doing a very good job, though. Every time it is mentioned, I feel a little more trapped.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “I bet. It is also one of the reasons why we were able to find you. Make a connection, follow the connection. We knew where you had gone. The connection between a raven and its familiar is much stronger though, so it was Nevermore who found you first.”
“I really like it here,” Yunho said.
“But?”
Yunho shrugged. “The expectations are a little stifling.”
“Yes, but are they any different than the expectations of your own place?”
“Yes. I have control of those. My parents expect one thing, but I have mostly done something else. Society expects another thing, but... it is different.”
“Maybe.” Jaejoong used a knot in the tree to douse his cigarette. Yunho followed his example. “Don’t ever toss them off the side. Being hit by something even this soft as it falls can sting and it is annoying. There is an unspoken courtesy in our village that you do not throw things over an edge.”
Yunho laughed. “I can see that.”
“Are you going back to bed?”
“No, I can’t sleep anymore.”
“Are you hungry? I can arrange for some fruit and bread for you.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Jaejoong pointed to the left. “Go up there,” he said, and Yunho barely made out the set of stairs that led to the hollowed tree. “I’ll bring it to you.” The light in the small alcove flared a little, giving Yunho enough to see his way. The stone stairs were cool on his feet. The tree was not too big, just enough for a few bookshelves and a wooden bench cut from the bark on one side, and a small bed in the middle. There was also a table and writing utensils. A large window cut into the side of the tree. It was covered by leaves and branches, obscuring the city in the trees.
Isolated.
Yunho liked it. He used the time Jaejoong was gone to look at the books. Many of them were children’s books and novels. They were written in a form of hangeul, just different enough to be mostly comprehensible.
Yunho picked one of the longer novels and settled onto the soft bed to read.
Part 5: The Different Reasons to Submit
Part 3: The Birds and the Bees
Part 2: The Crippling Expectations
Part 1: The Trees and Cliffs
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