Ashrain

17. Hooves in The Hay

Smut warning

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By the time Hongjoong returned from the dead, Seonghwa was awake and brushed his slender fingers through Hongjoong's hair. He hadn't dared move, for the human curled into the protection of his warm body still slumbered deeply. When Hongjoong roused with a displeased moan, Seonghwa's fingers stilled and his hair tickled Hongjoong's forehead when he leaned to check on him. His chuckle pulled a whine from Hongjoong before he batted his eyes open.

"You slept like a stone," Seonghwa commented, voice long since rid of its sleepy drawl. Hongjoong rubbed his eyes. His body felt pleasantly loose from last night's glee and more rested than in a long while. Too cosy to stand up, Hongjoong draped his arms over Seonghwa and nuzzled into his stomach. Gentle fingers scratched his nape for him.

"Was I too heavy?"

"Not at all. You were like a kitten tucked against me. Your sleeping face is nearly as adorable as your orgasming expression."

Hongjoong ducked his head, fingers coming up to hit Seonghwa without heat. When the centaur laughed, the noise vibrated through his entire body.

"Mingi came in earlier and said he would accompany Wooyoung to an accident nearby. A carriage got stuck in the ditch. He will be gone until the evening to make sure the injured horse arrives where it is supposed to be safe."

Hongjoong frowned, their game forgotten.

"Poor horse," he muttered. At least the owners had conceded to calling for help. He knew some noble families who would hit their animals in indignation about why they wouldn't move from their pain.

"I'm sure it will be fine with Mingi there," Seonghwa soothed. He brushed the hair from Hongjoong's forehead to meet his eyes. Concern met reassurance, and they evened out.

When Hongjoong wormed his way up Seonghwa's body, the latter amusedly helped him. With Hongjoong's legs draped around Seonghwa's right front leg and their bodies pressed together, Hongjoong reached to sweep the long hair from Seonghwa's face. It cascaded over Seonghwa's shoulder, as untamed and gorgeous as the rest of the centaur.

They kissed, relishing in the scarce moments of peace. Seonghwa's lips tasted of apples as Hongjoong lazily explored his mouth and allowed Seonghwa to breathe the excitement of the day into him. Pure joy filled him at the tender kisses Seonghwa had to share even so early in the morning. Plush lips kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his mouth and parted to offer a tongue for Hongjoong to play with.

Pleased sighs tumbled from Hongjoong's throat as he became putty in Seonghwa's arms. The hay rustled under their bodies as Seonghwa hovered over Hongjoong, lips soon parting from his to trail over his cheek and jaw with the heat of a fallen star. Hongjoong's head tipped into Seonghwa's hand cradling it, exposing his neck for more. Happy to supply, Seonghwa nipped at his skin, creating blooming marks that proved his affection for Hongjoong.

Hongjoong's clothes were still rumpled from sleep and clung to him after he twisted around at night. When Seonghwa's fingers slipped underneath the fabric, Hongjoong's breath got stuck in his throat. A sweeter whine escaped him, one meant to spur Seonghwa on.

"You like this?" Seonghwa whispered as he pressed kisses over Hongjoong's collarbone. His hand splayed over Hongjoong's quivering flank, cupping his ribcage with long fingers. Before Hongjoong got to answer, those fingers flicked at the hardened nub of his nipple, drawing a gasp from him. Shaky arms wrapped around the back of Seonghwa's neck as Hongjoong pulled him closer.