Highness (Jeongcheol)

Jeonghan

Jeonghan woke up with an overwhelming feeling of rightness coursing through him. The body under him smelled amazing. Citrus and soap.

Of all the scents in the world, why was this simple one so intoxicating?

They'd almost gotten through the whole second movie before Seungcheol had fallen asleep. Jeonghan had considering carrying the larger man upstairs to his room—the benefits of vampire strength—but then Seungcheol had sighed in his sleep and pulled Jeonghan on top of his reclined body, and Jeonghan had decided right then and there that a night on the couch was just fine for both of them.

He had followed Seungcheol into sleep not long after. Jeonghan didn't need as much as the average human, but he hadn't gotten any at all the past few days. He'd been wandering the city at night while Seungcheol worked and staying close during the day while Seungcheol slept.

Jeonghan had been on edge ever since getting that text, but instead of sending him running like it logically should have—like it would have in the past—it had left him feeling...protective.

Protective of his human.

His human.

Jeonghan hadn't actually planned on seducing Seungcheol last night. Hendrick's text had left him feeling conflicted over his grand seduction. What was the point, if at any minute, Jeonghan would be forced to run? But he hadn't been able to resist touching Seungcheol. The human usually had his defenses up so high around Jeonghan. To see him melt like that from just a simple massage...

The man was clearly touch-starved.

When Seungcheol had been holding himself so stiffly, Jeonghan had worried their relationship had regressed. That Seungcheol was afraid of him again.

The thought had hurt more than it should have.

Jeonghan still had very vivid memories of the year before when, finding out what Jeonghan was, Seungcheol had thrown him out of his hospital room, calling him a monster.

The human had become more accustomed to their kind over the past year—he didn't have a choice, really, when his only brother had become one of them—but Jeonghan had still worried that underneath it all, Seungcheol feared him.

That normally wouldn't bother Jeonghan. He usually took pleasure in frightening big, strong men. The type that would have pushed him around before finding out he was stronger and faster than they would ever be. But, for whatever idiotic reason, he didn't want Seungcheol to feel that way.

Probably the same idiotic reason Jeonghan couldn't seem to leave this town. The same reason he'd been drawn to this man from the moment he'd laid eyes on him. The same reason Jeonghan kept accidentally referring to him as his human.

Not going there.

Jeonghan had been there once before. He'd tried his hand at belonging to someone, and it had caused him nothing but pain. Continued to cause him nothing but pain.

But when Seungcheol had melted so beautifully under Jeonghan's touch, he hadn't been able to resist taking it further. To see just how close Seungcheol would let him get.

And Jeonghan had gotten very close indeed.

Just thinking about it had him nuzzling deeper into the warm, hard body underneath him. Seungcheol had his arms wrapped tightly around Jeonghan. As if, even in his sleep, he didn't want him to get away.

Jeonghan should have felt trapped.

He didn't.

For reasons beyond just the obvious: that he was ten times stronger than the human and could escape quite easily if he wanted to.