Demon and the Mage (Jeongcheol)

Seungcheol

Someone had to be smiling down at me because not only did the nearest hotel have rooms available, but we were able to snag one with two beds. I let out a sigh of relief. Okay, so they were still only a few feet apart, but I needed every spare inch to keep my growing need for Jeonghan under control.

We whiled away the storm with a pack of cards I had in my duffel. Neither of us mentioned anything we'd discussed the night before or Jeonghan's breakdown at the port. For a few hours, we were just two guys gambling for pennies while the storm raged on.

It took a while for Jeonghan to relax, but his walls came down little by little. When he sniped at me for calling his bluff, the wave of relief that hit me was almost overwhelming. I hadn't let it show, though, scared that it'd send him running again, returning with his mask in place.

We didn't want to get wet again, so we ordered room service for lunch and dinner. Gradually our conversations got deeper as we talked about places he'd travelled to, and I told him funny stories about my bar. It felt so normal to lounge around chatting with Jeonghan.

Eventually, though, the awkwardness settled back over us like a fog. Jeonghan excused himself to shower, and I used the time to give myself a stern talking-to. I'd hoped that spending time with Jeonghan today would've shown that we had nothing in common, but it'd done the opposite. The more I learned about him, the more I wanted him.

But he wasn't my mate. He was a human I'd made a deal with.

He couldn't be anything more.

I'd almost managed to push my lust back inside its box when a low moan floated through the wall from the shower. I froze, my breath catching in my chest.

Was that...?

Another moan. Louder this time with a bitten-off curse at the end.

Oh fuck. Jeonghan was getting himself off. Only six feet and a flimsy plasterboard wall between us.

My cock hardened as I was bombarded with image after image. Jeonghan with water sluicing down his naked body, his head thrown back, veins protruding from his neck. His muscles tense. One hand around his shaft, the other tugging his balls. Lips parted, eyes closed. Lost in the moment.

Was he thinking about me? Hoping I'd burst through the door and join him in the shower, clothes be damned? I could see exactly how that would go. I'd slam the door open, not making him jump. Oh no, he knew what he was doing. He'd grin, pushing aside the curtain to make space. I wouldn't let him off easy, not for teasing me like that. I'd push him against the wall with a growl, nipping my way down his neck as I batted his hands away.

His orgasm was mine to take.

Another quiet moan echoed through the air, ripping me out of my fantasy. What was I doing? Jeonghan didn't know I could hear him. A human certainly wouldn't be able to, and there was no reason for him to suspect I could hear noises he couldn't.

I couldn't stay here. Not while he was getting off. It felt wrong, so wrong. Yet, at the same time, it was taking everything in me to not yank the door open and offer him a helping hand. Or cock. Or mouth. Or hole.

At this point, I'd take whatever Jeonghan wanted to give me.

I hovered, unsure whether I should stay or go. I needed to keep Jeonghan safe, but I wasn't sure how long my resolve would hold.

There was another sound, a word this time, and my decision was made.

I rushed out of the hotel room like I was being chased by hellhounds. But I couldn't outrun the way my name had sounded on Jeonghan's lips.

Seungcheol.

Seungcheol.

Seungcheol.

He'd been thinking about me.