Demon and the Mage (Jeongcheol)

Seungcheol

I froze at his words.

Closed my eyes.

Counted backwards from ten.

Because with those words and the wild hunger on his face, I'd almost lost control.

When I felt calm enough to open my eyes, Jeonghan was cautiously watching me. I realised belatedly he might've misread my actions as reluctance, which couldn't be further from the truth.

I couldn't blame him, though, not when I hadn't had the chance to explain how drastically my thoughts towards him had changed. He didn't know I wanted him to be my mate. That he was making all my dreams come true. That I was quite possibly falling in love with him.

I'd come in here intending to lay all of that at his feet and see how he reacted. When I'd seen him throwing punch after punch at the bag, my heart had sunk. And when he'd looked at me with a mixture of fury and resignation, I'd known I'd have to change my plans.

It had physically hurt me to throw punches in his direction...but how could I deny my mate anything he asked for? If he needed an outlet to work out his aggression, then I'd be that for him. Whatever he needed me to be for him, I'd be. It was as simple as that.

Can't say this is where I'd expected it to go, but I wasn't complaining.

Desperate to reassure Jeonghan about how in this I was, I flipped us so he was pinned beneath me. I could feel his heat even through the material of our shorts.

"As much as I'd love that," I growled, punctuating each word with a kiss, "we don't have any lube."

Jeonghan writhed beneath me, his eyes rolling back in his head as he forced out several words. "Wallet. Bag. Left-hand pocket."

I grinned wolfishly against his mouth. My demon liked that I'd robbed Jeonghan of the ability to speak in coherent sentences.

He protested when I lifted my weight off him. I moved fast, hating that I needed to get up as much as he did. I grabbed the lube and shucked off my shorts, leaving me naked. I was about to climb back into the ring when I paused, remembering how Jeonghan's hands found their way into my hair at any given opportunity. I yanked my hair tie out, sending it flying in the direction of my clothes.

I knew that was the right decision when Jeonghan looked up at me with a predatory expression that made my knees week.

I took a second to enjoy the sight of him sprawled at my feet. I thought he'd looked like perfection last night, bound in place by my ropes. But now, with his nostrils flared, chest heaving, and pupils blown, he was temptation brought to life.

I wanted to tear him to pieces. To teach him all the best ways to sin.

There wasn't an inch of him that I didn't want to explore with my tongue. Acres of creamy skin dusted with hair. Lean muscles drenched with sweat.

My mouth watered when I remembered the weight of him on my tongue the night before. If he hadn't just begged me to fuck him hard, I'd be going for a repeat.

Jeonghan was hungrily eyeing me, searching out every detail like he was committing it to memory. When his gaze snagged on my cock, his tongue darted out over his lips. Did he like what he saw? I'd never had any complaints, but I'd also never wanted to impress someone as badly as I did Jeonghan.

Given the way his erection twitched, he liked what he saw. He couldn't stop staring at my cock. I smirked, running my hand over myself in leisurely strokes, pulling the foreskin down to reveal more glimpses of what awaited.

That was enough to snap Jeonghan out of his hypnotic state. His hands scrabbled at the tie holding his shorts up, but he seemed to make the knot worse. I bit my lip to stop my smile when he growled in frustration.