Your Vanilla Scent (Junhao)

Myungho

Myungho held his human in place, his legs wrapped tight—not too tight; he knew to be careful not to break him—Jun's softening cock still inside him.

He knew he was being greedy, not letting Jun pull out, but he wasn't ready to break their connection just yet. His beastie wasn't ready either, keyed up enough to speak full words for once in Myungho's head. Smells so good. Feels so good. Bite. Bite him.

Myungho resisted the urge with effort. It would have been such a nice end to his first time—a mouth full of warm, coppery blood—but he didn't trust his beastie one bit at the moment. He didn't trust it not to sink its sharp teeth into Jun and never let go.

"You okay, kitten?"

Jun was looking down at him with concern in his pretty eyes. He was worried about Myungho, worried Myungho hadn't had the most perfect first time. He was worried because he was the nicest human in the whole wide world. And he'd just taken Myungho's virginity, and it had felt so good that Myungho wanted to do it a billion trillion more times.

If Myungho had known earlier that sex was like this, maybe he would have tried harder to have it before now. But then again, he had a feeling it wouldn't be the same with anyone else. Anyone other than his Jun.

"I'm okay," he reassured his perfect, nice, wonderful human. "I just like the feel of you."

Jun smiled down at him, so wide and pleased that Myungho wasn't even anxious over him minding Myungho's greediness. Because Jun never seemed to mind how much Myungho wanted, all the affection he craved every second of every day.

Sometimes Myungho felt like he was a bottomless pit of want and need. And he was only just recently realizing how deep it went. He wanted to be held, possibly all the time. He wanted to experience everything he'd ever missed. He wanted to taste every kind of human food. He wanted to meet every kind of person. He wanted to pet every animal in the whole wide world.

He wanted Jun with him always.

And Jun made him feel safe with that want. He wouldn't scold Myungho over needing too much. He wouldn't judge him harshly for his many missing pieces. Maybe it was because Jun had missed out on enough in his own life to understand that kind of want.

"I liked—" Myungho started to say but stopped when he realized he wasn't sure how to finish the thought.

Jun stroked his cheek, his weight on top of Myungho so delightfully heavy and comforting. "You liked what, sweetheart?"

"Well." Myungho bit at his lip, considering. "I liked the other day, when we were both pleasing each other with our mouths? But I liked this too. I liked...relaxing and letting you take care of me, like you said. Is that bad?" Myungho kind of felt somehow like it should be bad. Like it was selfish of him to like being under Jun's care so much, to take all that pleasure without giving back.

But Jun was still smiling at him, stroking Myungho's face. "We've got a budding pillow princess on our hands, huh?"

Myungho didn't know what that meant, but Jun's voice was so clearly full of affection when he said it that Myungho couldn't help smiling back in response.

The kiss Jun pressed to Myungho's neck had a lovely shiver running down his spine. "I could do that," Jun murmured, the words rumbling against Myungho's skin. "Make you feel good like that—all day, every day for the rest of my life, kotyonok. It's not bad at all that you enjoy it. It's like I said earlier: you're greedy for affection, and I'm greedy to give it to you."

See? Jun really was the nicest human in the entire world.

The reassurance had Myungho finally feeling ready to relax and let Jun out of his hold. He slackened his legs, and Jun pulled out of him slowly. It felt...strange.