Mystic Messenger Yaoi Oneshots

(4) Saeran x Luciel

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There's like next to no plot, but I figured you guys needed some more smut, so that's exactly what this is; smut. 

Therefore, don't read if you are not comfortable with incest because this is obviously twincest. 

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Word Count: 1285

Cover Art: Jibari-chan on DeviantArt 

707's POV

I was walking up to my apartment from a dinner date with MC when I was surprised to see a very, very drunk Saeran leaning against my door, murmuring under is breath while he slept. I didn't hate him since he apologized, but I was however stunned. What was I supposed to do? 

So I carefully laid him beside the door, so I could open it, and carefully dragged him inside towards my couch since I didn't like the idea of sharing my bed. 

No. My bed. 

I laid him down, and he immediately rolled over and resumed his drunken sleep. So I sneaked away to change and go to sleep myself. But when I stepped out of my small walk-in closet, there was Saeran, who had apparently moved to my small bed to sleep. 

I sighed under my breath and pushed him over to make more room for me, before crawling under the covers next to him. I was exhausted since all MC talked about was RFA related plans, which bored me to no end. That's one thing I didn't like about her. That's. All. She. Talked. About. 

In mid thought, I felt a hand creep along my hip, giving me shivers and interrupting me from my inner ranting. Saeran suddenly pulled me closer, and I felt his warm breath on my ear. 

His breath was ragged, which I wouldn't know why, if he was sleeping, but whenever I turned around to look over at him, my eyes met with his cool mint eyes, which again, gave me chills. 

What was he doing? 

As if reading my mind, he smirked, and pushed my back into the bed, and brought himself above me, straddling me. 

This can't be happening. This can't happen. 

"S-s-stop!", I squeaked, as he leaned down so far that our noses were brushing against each other. 

"And why should I do that?", he asked calmly, but I could tell by the way he was eyeing me that he was not going to let me go anytime soon. 

And he's kinda intimidating, even if he is shorter than me. 

I felt myself flushing, and a certain feeling growing more and more each passing second in my lower regions. 

This was bad. 

Very, very bad.  

I didn't know if it was because I was tired, or if I had drunken too much wine at dinner, but whenever he leaned down to connect my lips with his, I didn't freeze. 

And I didn't hold back. 

My lips moved with his, challenging his dominance in this situation, and he let me lead for a while, nibbling and licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance, which he gave to me quickly.

But that's about how far I got. 

Immediately his tongue was in my mouth, swirling against mine and occasionally brushing against the insides of my cheeks, sending shocks down my spine and towards my half hard member, which already was begging to be released from the boxers that were still clinging to my hips.