The Seamster and The Demon

24. Fallout

This chapter is smut only

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Seonghwa had an odd dream.

He dreamt about Hongjoong and the sparkles on his skin. About how his muscles rippled under his skin as he threw his head back, and his blue hair fanned over the pillows of Seonghwa's bed. Hongjoong's lips were parted in silent gasps and moans that filled the room and Seonghwa's heart like the melody of his deepest desires.

In his dream, Seonghwa saw nothing beneath the demon's belly button, but the implications that they were doing something translated into Seonghwa waking up sweaty and aroused under the sheets. Once more, he was glad that no Hongjoong was around in the morning to tease him.

Seonghwa went through his day without any issues. He dropped Wooyoung off at the kindergarten and chatted with Yunho until he got his keys back, he went shopping, he worked a few hours on his felting once he had found his needle in the box with hay that Hongjoong presented him with, and he had dinner with the two troublemakers.

Before he could wander off to his room to rest, however, Wooyoung and Hongjoong decided to build another pillow fort in the living room. Their plan to sleep there was set in stone, and Wooyoung begged Seonghwa to partake in the festivities. Yongguk was also supposed to join, if not visible to Seonghwa's eyes. Apparently, he wasn't allowed to show himself as an angel, so all of them were stuck imagining him based on Wooyoung's talks with him.

Seonghwa had helped them build their fort and waited until they had fallen asleep in a heap of outstretched limbs and bundled up blankets. Then, he sneaked off to his room.

The tension of last night's dream had haunted him the whole day. Not even Yunho and his brilliant smiles and soft hugs could distract Seonghwa well. So once he had shut the door behind him and the whole room stayed quiet, he finally freed his secret purchase from the confinements of the closet and the box.

The model he had ordered was coloured red and black as a classic demon dick would be. The gradient's choice at least let Seonghwa pretend as if Hongjoong had nothing to do with the object. He had even willingly ignored the version that was night blue and had silver freckles like Hongjoong himself.

Seonghwa crawled under his covers, equipped with a lube bottle in one hand and the dildo in the other. Its irregular ridges against the pads of his fingers had excitement curl in his belly. Once he had dimmed the light on his nightstand to an acceptable orange glow, he settled back against his pillows.

Unsurprisingly, most thoughts that crossed his mind as he kicked his pants off and reached for his length were about Yunho. Seonghwa imagined his hands tugging his hardness to life gradually and teasing around his entrance to rile him up. He took his time preparing himself for the toy, even if it wasn't the biggest he had ever taken before, and dreamt about Yunho's long and elegant fingers reaching deep inside of him. Hot breaths and whimpers dropped from his lips as he glanced at the waiting toy next to him and how similar the shape looked to Hongjoong.

That was the only issue here. As much as Seonghwa imagined Yunho being the one hovering over him as he did this, Yunho kissing down his neck, Yunho entering him gently but deep, it was still Hongjoong who had inspired this evening.

Begrudgingly, Seonghwa rolled over and sat up to slick up the toy. He was ready to prove to himself that his desire for demon dick was incredibly uncalled for. Sure, demons were used to humans throwing themselves at them the minute they entered this realm, but Seonghwa would not give Hongjoong the satisfaction of being right with that.

Seonghwa bunched the blankets around his waist to concentrate on the feeling alone as he knelt above the toy. The tip was formed like the tail of a scorpion, and it brushed against Seonghwa with barely any resistance. The smooth head slipped right in as Seonghwa dropped his hips the barest bit.