Ashrain

3. At Least the Hunter has no Hooves

Smut warning

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Wooyoung followed Hongjoong to his room once it was time for bed. While Mingi checked on their centaur friend the last time and blew out all candles, the two boys retreated into Hongjoong's chamber.

Hongjoong carried a candle with him as he climbed the steep staircase. Once he had closed the flap covering the passage through the partial wall between his and Mingi's rooms shared in the attic behind Wooyoung, he put the light source on his nightstand that was no more but a crate standing next to his bed. The hunter regarded his chamber with an appreciative whistle.

"You have it cosy here," he commented while he unbuckled the belt with various pouches and knives for hunting from his hips. It thumped on Hongjoong's drawer heavily.

"It's not much," Hongjoong replied, humble. His little room had a window that looked out onto the space in front of the house and the forest on the other side of the street. His bed was placed underneath the window and he liked to sit there and work on crafts in summers so he could relish the warm breeze in his hair. For tonight, the room was cold enough that he pulled off the shutters.

He also had a nightstand and a storage coffer, and that was about it. He could be happy his parents had made enough money so he could have his own room after their passing. In other families he knew, every family member shared a single room. Now, Hongjoong slept alone in the chamber he and Mingi had shared as children and Mingi slept in their parent's corner on the other side. They were divided by only half a wall and a cloth, but both brothers appreciated the privacy.

"If you need anything for the night, tell me," Hongjoong said while he readied another bowl of water for Wooyoung to wash up with. Once he had put it in the corner next to his, he turned to look at Wooyoung, who sat down on Hongjoong's bed. In the dancing candlelight, his wry smirk looked even more attractive.

"Everything I need for the night is you in my lap, pretty. Won't you come over?" Wooyoung tilted his head to bat his lashes at Hongjoong. From how he sat with his legs spread and leaning back on his hands, the invitation was clear as day. In the dim candlelight, he looked even more alluring.

Hongjoong ducked his head, shy at the attention he should long since be used to. When he hid his embarrassment behind a grumble as he walked over, Wooyoung chuckled at him. As soon as Hongjoong was in reach, Wooyoung grasped his hips to help him straddle the hunter. His head dipped immediately to litter kisses over Hongjoong's neck while his hands deftly undid the laces of his shirts and pants.

"We need to be quiet," Hongjoong gulped, eyes directed at the ceiling. "I don't want Mingi to hear."

"Mingi knows what we do, doesn't he?" Wooyoung helped Hongjoong out of his shirt to run his fingers over his body. Sensitive in the chilly air, Hongjoong leaned into his embrace to be heated by the man's kisses.

"He-he does, but still." Hongjoong felt weird imagining keeping Mingi up with their noise. Mingi didn't mind their rather intimate friendship, but he wouldn't want to hear it play out in the room over.

"Boring. He can always join our fun, you know? Haven't you suggested it to him?" Wooyoung's lips latched onto Hongjoong's collarbones. Their middles ground together when Hongjoong buried his hands in Wooyoung's hair with a choked-up moan. The teeth nibbling at his skin sent zaps of pain and pleasure into his abdomen.

"We are brothers," Hongjoong panted, worked up by the time Wooyoung discarded his shirt to expose lean muscles and his agile body. Hongjoong had always found him beautiful, both in admiration and jealousy. He never got enough from touching Wooyoung.

"You don't have to do anything to each other. I can have you both," Wooyoung breathed. He flipped them around to press Hongjoong into the sheets. His fingers peeled Hongjoong's pants off his body that bunched around his filling length until it suddenly sprung free. His hand shot down to cover himself as a whine escaped him.