For Peace

8. Sacrament

Big ol' smut warning

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They tumbled into the grass together, grasping, kissing, and biting to be as close to each other as their mortal boundaries allowed. Their bodies squeezed so tight that Seonghwa's head spun. He felt the outline of Hongjoong's powerful thighs pressing against his hip and groin, feeling the heat and the wetness of his accident against his skin.

For the first time, Seonghwa properly noted how Hongjoong wore a loincloth and nothing more, and its tattered edges dangled just above his knees. The single piece of garment riskily exposed most of the gargoyle's gorgeous body to view.

The pressure on his middle had Seonghwa keen weakly. Hongjoong swallowed up the sound with his lips. It resonated through a rumble in his chest that Seonghwa felt vibrating in his quivering body. As if in response, thunder crashed above their heads, but Seonghwa didn't flinch. With Hongjoong, he was safe.

Uncaring of the weather, Hongjoong dipped to nose at Seonghwa's neck and the frazzled priest gasped for air. The gargoyle's fingers rustled through Seonghwa's clothes, clutching at them as he wanted them gone, but was reluctant to force him.

Seonghwa's throat bobbed when Hongjoong's tongue caressed over it, leaving a trail of heat. He anticipated the inevitable bite.

"W-won't you be bothered I'm defiled?" The priest panted into the hot air. He felt too warm, as if possessed by a frenzied demon that had his hands wander south over Hongjoong's shoulders.

His response was a nip to his neck that had him suck in a harsh breath. Despite the danger, his head buried comfortably in the grass to expose his vulnerable throat to Hongjoong.

"You are not," the gargoyle growled. The words spoken so easily sent a rush of emotions through Seonghwa's chest. He bit his lip as his mind cleared of all doubt.

Hongjoong hadn't rebuilt Seonghwa's light to reap it. He hadn't wished for his own piece of the broken priest.

To him, Seonghwa still had worth. And lying with him wouldn't rob him of it.

Overcome by relief, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Hongjoong's shoulders. He kissed a horn, the nearest place he could reach, and he relished in the gargoyle embracing him.

Hongjoong's lips trailed over his Adam's apple, over Seonghwa's jaw, and back to the priest's mouth. He kissed him once more with the heat of the sun, and Seonghwa squirmed when he overheated in his clothes.

"Off," he huffed against Hongjoong's lips and the gargoyle gladly complied. As soon as Seonghwa had loosened the knots tying the laces of his shirt and his vest shut, Hongjoong's claws worked through them to open his garments. Once the vest fell open around Seonghwa's sides, the gargoyle took a moment to withdraw from him. Pushed up to his hands, he stared at the rumpled priest. Trembling and yearning for more, Seonghwa lay beneath him in the grass.

The claw of Hongjoong's index tapped on Seonghwa's chest.

"Will your heart be fine? I don't want you to pass out because you get too enthusiastic."

Seonghwa's offended huff made the gargoyle laugh. When the priest hid behind his arms in embarrassment a moment later, the reality of what they were about to do caught up with him.

"I apologise, I... I'm nervous."

"No need to be. If you want me to stop, we can go back to arguing anytime." The gargoyle gently pried his arms off his face. The flush on Seonghwa's cheeks persisted, luring Hongjoong like a moth to light, as his arms fell back to Hongjoong's waist. Unsure fingers thumbed at the woven belt holding the loincloth in place.