Highness (Jeongcheol)

Jeonghan

Jeonghan's initial thought had been to have Seungcheol fuck him in the kitchen. For his human to bend him over the counter, or maybe let Jeonghan ride him on one of the kitchen chairs. But then Seungcheol had kissed him so sweetly, so gently, and before Jeonghan knew it, he'd let himself be led up to the human's bedroom.

Like this was some kind of...romantic interlude.

It was a far cry from the vampy, bloody sex he'd been imagining earlier in the night, pressed up against each other at the club. But the gentleness of Seungcheol's kiss after the shock of thinking he'd seen Hendrick's face had Jeonghan all sorts of messed up.

Maybe that was why, up in the bedroom, he was still letting Seungcheol kiss him so fucking sweetly.

Seungcheol had both hands cupping Jeonghan's cheeks, holding his face like he was something precious. He was claiming Jeonghan's mouth with warm, gentle, openmouthed kisses, and Jeonghan was letting him.

To be fair, Seungcheol was a fucking dreamy kisser, so Jeonghan couldn't really be blamed, could he?

Seungcheol was using his hold on Jeonghan to angle his head the way he wanted, sucking gently on his lips in between smooth, silky strokes of his tongue.

Jeonghan was letting out a whimper before he knew it.

Christ. He needed to breathe. Needed to take control of the situation before he drowned in all this sweetness. He took a step back, pulling his head out of Seungcheol's grasp. "Strip," Jeonghan ordered, panting a little.

Seungcheol swallowed hard before following his command, pulling his shirt over his head in an instant, revealing all those delicious muscles. Jeonghan rid himself of his own top quickly, pulling off his leather pants next.

Seungcheol groaned in appreciation, watching him undress. "Those fucking pants," he muttered.

Jeonghan paused in toeing them off his ankles. "Don't like them?" he teased.

The heat in Seungcheol's eyes could have melted steel. "Like them too fucking much," he corrected.

As he should. Jeonghan looked amazing in them.

"Grab the lube," Jeonghan demanded.

He lay down on the bed as Seungcheol complied, spreading his legs wide and watching in satisfaction as Seungcheol's eyes darkened at the sight.

"Open me up," Jeonghan ordered.

"Fuck, yes," Seungcheol sighed, moving forward to climb up on the bed.

And then Seungcheol was kissing him again.

Jeonghan took control quickly this time, sucking on the human's tongue savagely, giving in a little to the ferocity that lived ever-present inside him. Would Seungcheol protest? Ask Jeonghan to be sweet again?

But his human only groaned in satisfaction, doing that addictive thing he did where he melted so easily under Jeonghan's ministrations. Seungcheol's thick, hard cock was pressed against Jeonghan's, his body weight bearing down in a way that should have left Jeonghan panicked but instead left him feeling just so goddamn good.

Jeonghan whimpered as a slick digit probed at his entrance urgently. Seungcheol pushed the tip inside, and Jeonghan sighed in satisfaction at the stretch—Seungcheol's fingers were so much bigger than his own.

Seungcheol kissed his jaw, his ear, his neck. "Open up for me, baby."

Christ. Jeonghan was getting addicted to that baby.

One finger turned to two, to three, and then Jeonghan was grabbing at Seungcheol's muscular ass, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Highness. Now."

Seungcheol smirked down at him as he lined the fat head of his cock up to Jeonghan's entrance. "How am I 'Highness' when you're the one ordering me around?"