Crepuscular Clocksmith

22. Mating Rites

Smut warning!

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"I want to be inside you," Mingi uttered against the trail of ardent kisses he left on the line of Yunho's neck. Yunho must have tasted of salty sweat after their hours of work, but Mingi lapped his scent up as if it were the most delicious thing on the planet.

Yunho glanced down between them. So far, he caught no sight of Mingi's two-in-one deal, but he knew neither the naga's tongue nor his fingers were meant this time.

The nervous shift of his eyes remained unnoticed over the crown of Mingi's head.

"I would love to feel you, but... I'm not sure if it fits." He trailed his hand down Mingi's bare flank, tugging their bodies close together so he could grind his growing hardness against the naga's middle. "Perhaps one at a time? I will think of something so the other doesn't get cold." Such an absurd thing to say he almost laughed, but Mingi grumbled into his neck. When he came up to kiss Yunho, his tongue made his head spin so badly he feared passing out. Breathy puffs of air evaporated between their lips.

Mingi dipped down Yunho's body and tucked his shirt up over his stomach. His lips left a trail of kisses up Yunho's skin and took his shirt with him as he went.

Yunho was about to reach out to stimulate him back, but the shift of the naga's tail near his face distracted him. Hovering near, the slender tip seemed to have its own will.

Mingi peered up at Yunho through his lashes.

"Suck," he moaned against Yunho's skin. His lips latched onto a rosy nipple and Yunho's breath stuttered when he fisted a hand into Mingi's hair. The feeble attempt at control crumbled with shudders so blissful and he let Mingi take the lead. As soon as his head turned to invite the tail closer, it inched to breach his lips.

Since the tip of it was pointed and narrow, Yunho had no trouble taking it deeper than he would usually dare. Its coils tickled him, but the structure of Mingi's scales under his lips was too fascinating to deter him.

Yunho suckled on the tail lightly, careful of its sensitive skin as the smooth surface became slippery with his spit. Playfully, it mimicked fucking down his throat until a moan rumbled in Yunho's chest.

Spurred by the zaps of pleasure coming from his nipples, Yunho pressed his hips into Mingi's wandering hand. In awe at how spurred he was by the nest location alone, Mingi mapped out his shape through his pants.

"So hard for me," Mingi whispered before he helped Yunho out of his sweater. The slick tip of Mingi's tail parted from him, and Yunho remained with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. This time, he was the one to push Mingi down and the naga's hands found the waistband of his sweatpants to push them over the curve of his behind. Appreciative hands squeezed the bare flesh underneath.

"You too," Yunho muttered as he slipped his fingers into Mingi's slit. It had engorged already, two curious tips peeking just below the valley of his snake tail. Under Yunho's coaxing, they grew further until he could rub the tips against each other in his palm.

Something wet touched Yunho's entrance, then Mingi's tail entered him. The intrusion was so small Yunho didn't mind it and as Mingi's languid thrusts pumped him deeper, the slow stretch was exquisite.

Together, they panted each other's names, sharing lazy kisses. Yunho was dying to have Mingi inside as soon as his dicks were fully in view, straining and glistening against the air. When he sat up, their touches fell from each other and only the heat persisted.

Mingi looked beautiful, sprawled in his nest with his wild locks. Yunho grinned at him.

"How do we want to do this? I can do the work if your tail hinders you." He threw a leg over Mingi's hips and a raunchy smirk spread across Mingi's face.