Demon and the Mage (Jeongcheol)

Jeonghan

I woke the second Seungcheol broke the lock on my front door, a satisfied smile curling my lips. I'd wanted to return his keys personally, but Blaise was so weak that I didn't want to risk leaving him for long. It had taken until this morning for him to heal completely. I hadn't been able to leave him for longer than it had taken to leave my little messages for Seungcheol.

I'd spent the whole time since we'd been back from Scotland torn between wanting to nurse Blaise back to health and pursuing Seungcheol. The only thing keeping me sane was seeing him during my nightly visits. Plus, his cat was freaking adorable. Once I'd convinced him I wasn't about to put him in a stew, he'd warmed up to me, letting me pet him whenever I visited. I'd finally returned to my own place this afternoon, planning on hitting up The Closet tomorrow.

But now, I wouldn't need to. Seungcheol had broken first. I wasn't sure how he'd react when the notes finally pushed him over the edge, but this was a pretty good outcome.

He'd come to me. He was in my space.

Now, I just needed to keep him interested. To see me not just as the guy who'd lied to him but as his equal. Someone who could keep up with him. Someone to keep him on his toes.

Someone he desired.

Because although he was attracted to me, that wasn't the same as wanting me. I needed him out of his mind with desire, believing no one was more suited for him than me.

And there was one surefire way to guarantee that.

Seeing as I was already naked, it was nothing to grab a squirt of lube, kick the covers away, and wait for Seungcheol to come exploring.

He took longer in the hall than I expected. Just knowing he was here, after not seeing him awake for over a week, was enough to have my orgasm creeping up on me. When I finally heard his footsteps on the stairs, I had to wrap my hand around the base of my shaft to stop myself from shooting off early.

By the time he was at my door, I'd managed to compose myself enough to begin teasing. I'd fully expected Seungcheol to turn tail and run.

So when he leaned against my door and folded those magnificent forearms over his chest, I was momentarily frozen. He watched me like he was a predator and I was his prey.

That thought had my hand moving again and my thighs falling open. I was not prey.

I was at the top of the motherfucking food chain.

We'd see how long he could control himself. I'd give him thirty seconds of me jacking off before he pounced.

"You're welcome to join me," I purred, spreading my legs wider. His tongue swept over his lips as he studied the movement. "This doesn't need to be a solo show."

"I'm fine here, thanks," he said, sounding bored. I almost snorted at his effort to pretend I wasn't affecting him. If the fact he'd stayed wasn't enough of a clue, the steel erection trying valiantly to punch through his trousers would've sealed the deal.

"Suit yourself," I murmured.

I didn't take my eyes off Seungcheol as I squeezed more lube onto my fingers. There was no way I was closing my eyes. For the first time since I'd met him, I didn't have to rely on my imagination while getting off.

I walked the fingers I'd just lubed casually down my chest while my other hand resumed the stroking motion on my cock. Seungcheol's eyes narrowed with every flicker of movement, like he was trying to will me to go faster.

I bit back a chuckle. Poor Seungcheol. He'd learn I liked to do things on my schedule...unless he took the control away from me.

Something I was very much on board with.

When I circled my hole with a finger, Seungcheol jerked like he was going to step forward but stopped himself. I didn't stop the chuckle that time. Seungcheol's chest began to heave, the whole room heating as his demon came to the surface.

"This would be more fun with your hands," I taunted.

But still, he didn't move.

A throaty groan erupted as I slipped a finger through the thick ring of muscle. Before long, I'd worked myself up to three fingers. "You looking closely, Seungcheol? Pretty sure I'm ready for your cock now."

Seungcheol's jaw bunched, his pulse jumping in his neck.

With every thrust, another sound escaped me until I was moaning like a porn star. My hand flew over my shaft, and with Seungcheol's eyes on me, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

I couldn't resist throwing one more shot at him. "Are you sure you don't want to get in on the action? Last chance."

Seungcheol's hands dropped to his sides, clenched into fists. His nostrils were flared, his whole body vibrating like it was costing him everything to not cross the room. I wished he would. Wished he'd yank my hand away with a snarl. Shove his trousers down just enough to free his cock and balls. Lube himself quickly before burying himself in me and showing me exactly who I belonged to.

My vision went white as that thought sent me over the edge.

"Seungcheol!" I couldn't stop myself from shouting his name any more than I could stop breathing.

When my vision cleared, Seungcheol was no longer in front of the door. He was beside the bed, his chest heaving. His gaze smouldered as he stared down at me. Desire, lust, and frustration warred on his face.

He reached down and grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand towards him. Cum was running down it, dripping from my palm and fingers onto the sheet below. Never in a million years could I've predicted what happened next. His gaze never wavered from mine as he bent until I could feel his hot breath on my fingers. His tongue dipped out, and he licked a stripe up the centre of my palm.

And he didn't stop until he'd licked every inch of me clean.

My jaw was agape, my cock valiantly stirring as Seungcheol finished with a satisfied smirk. After nipping lightly at my fingers, he straightened and took a step back. With that tiny bit of distance, the reality of what happened seemed to hit him, his face hardening.

"Now we're even," he said gruffly, avoiding looking at me. "Stay out of my place, and I'll stay out of yours."

He turned on his heel, but he didn't even touch the door handle before I was on him. Shoving him against the door, I pinned him with my forearm against his shoulders. Pushing my knee against the back of his, I moulded my naked body against him, wishing we didn't have several layers between us.

"Get off," Seungcheol said, but he didn't put any effort into pushing me away.

"No," I breathed into his ear. Not a chance. Not now that I had him where I wanted him. "You don't get to dictate how this goes. I was an idiot. I'll be the first to admit it. I shouldn't have lied to you...but can you honestly tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing in my position?"

He was silent, his forehead pressed against the door like he could ignore the truths I was laying out for him.

"So, I'm going to keep chasing you," I continued, running my tongue up the column of his neck. He shuddered at the touch. "Buckle up, Seungcheol, because I don't give up that easily."

With that, I released him and turned around, heading for my en suite.

When I returned, Seungcheol was gone.

I got into bed and settled back with a satisfied smile.

I hope Seungcheol had been paying attention to my warning because until he outright rejected me, there was no way in hell I was backing off.

Looked like my club night was back on after all.