Highness (Jeongcheol)

Seungcheol

Their trip up the stairs was a fumbling mess of lips and limbs.

Seungcheol didn't want to stop kissing Jeonghan for a single moment, only releasing the vampire's mouth when Jeonghan growled at him impatiently, demanding he start removing his clothes.

Bossy little monster.

The relief Seungcheol felt at knowing Jeonghan hadn't hooked up with that sleazeball after all had his hands trembling. Why it mattered so much—why Seungcheol had turned into such a jealous beast—well, he'd examine all that later. Right now he barely had the brainpower to find his own room. All the blood in his body had traveled down to his hard cock, straining against his pants.

By the time they entered Seungcheol's temporary bedroom, they were both naked, their mouths fused once again. Jeonghan bit Seungcheol's lower lip with blunt teeth, then broke away to push Seungcheol onto the bed with firm hands. The little vampire seemed to love manhandling Seungcheol.

Fuck, why was that so hot?

Seungcheol had always been the bigger, stronger partner when it came to his hookups. By all appearances, this pairing should be no different, but Jeonghan's vampire strength turned the tables. It was strangely sexy.

Jeonghan looked so delicate, all lithe angles and petite build. But he was strong enough to do whatever he wanted to Seungcheol, to make Seungcheol do whatever he wanted. And that contrast for some reason had Seungcheol mindless with lust.

"Lube," Jeonghan demanded, his hands on his slight hips, his flushed cock jutting out in front of him.

Seungcheol's breath caught at the sight. Jeonghan's dick was just as lovely as the rest of him—long and thin and such a pretty fucking pink. Seungcheol wanted it back in his mouth, wanted to suck Jeonghan down and work some more of those little whimpers out of him.

But Jeonghan had other plans. The vampire growled with impatience, and Seungcheol made himself find his words. "My bag. Outside pocket."

He watched as Jeonghan padded over to Seungcheol's duffel bag on light feet, graceful as a house cat.

God, he was beautiful.

All pale skin and toned, slender limbs. A pert ass that bounced lightly as he walked.

And he wanted Seungcheol. Enough to feed on humans without going any further, without looking for sex.

For a whole goddamn year.

Jeonghan approached the bed again after claiming his prize, climbing up onto his knees to straddle Seungcheol's hips. Seungcheol's cock was hard as stone, bobbing gently above his stomach as he stared up at this little demon who had him by the metaphorical throat.

He watched as Jeonghan poured lube onto his fingers, reaching behind himself with one slicked-up hand. God, he was going to open himself up for Seungcheol's cock.

So fucking hot.

Seungcheol wanted to feel him. "Can I do it?" he asked desperately, aching to touch, to get his hands on that perfect ass.

Jeonghan smirked down at him, shaking his head slowly. "You've been a naughty boy, Highness," he taunted. "Accusing me of all sorts of nasty things."

Seungcheol flushed, but it was hard to focus on the reprimand. He was mesmerized by the movements of Jeonghan's arm, the rhythmic motion of it. The little minx was opening himself up while chastising Seungcheol.

It was fucking hotter than sin.

"I'm sorry," Seungcheol said for the second time, needing Jeonghan to know he meant it.