WTF Did I Do

Bliss

The next time Jeongguk wakes isn't because of any naughty incubus lusting after him. No, the second time Jeongguk wakes that day is because he can't breathe. It takes a moment for the panic of his situation to hit him. The sensation is slow, slyly creeping in from the recesses of his mind. His mind rebels against its consciousness, determined to remain in this beautiful and comforting cocoon. One where he feels like he's on top of the world, like he's untouchable.

There's a heavy presence surrounding him, and the first thing he registers is the heat. It's stifling in the best way. Until it isn't. Discomfort pokes and prods at him, disturbing his sleep. He tries to hold on, to cling to the quick fading mist, but discomfort yanks him further away. The previous pleasant heat grows until it becomes smoldering, stifling him. His body is clammy and sweat soaked, drenching the sheets beneath him, bringing an irritated frown to his face. He attempts to move, to remove the blankets, and is startled when his limbs don't respond.

The irritation turns into curious worry, slowly creeping its sharp nails into his chest. The summoner attempts to take a deep, calming breath, only to find he can't. Worry turns into full blown panic and the cold nails dig into his chest, aiming to send the chill into his pounding heart. He opens his eyes, unable to see and his mouth opens and closes, restlessly working against something soft. His mouth opens wider, attempting to suck in air unavailable to his nose but instead of air, he's met with the sweet taste of honey and cinnamon when his tongue licks his lips in nervousness. It's barely anything, just a hint really, but it does wonders to soothe the fire raging in his lungs.

Barely unaware of his actions and his little issue of suffocation forgotten for the moment, Jeongguk's tongue comes out on its own accord, distracting his panicked mind until a soothing presence fills him. Desperate to calm his racing heart, Jeongguk kitten licks the softness pressing against his mouth, finding an odd bump under the softness of his tongue. Curious, the wet muscle passes over the bump, feeling his pulse quicken again. It's an odd reaction to have, especially when one was originally focuses on not suffocating, and yet he doesn't stop. The soft bump hardens under his ministrations and unable to resist, pushes the tip of his tongue into the bud hard. The softness stealing his breath jerks under him, pulling away for a second-just long enough for fresh oxygen to flood his lungs.

His head feels light from the lack of air so he tips his head back far enough to take another gasp, inhaling and exhaling until all his faculties awake. Brown eyes finally open and Jeongguk takes in his situation with a soft 'oh', gasps at the ache the small movement stirs up in his lower back. Taking in his surroundings, Jeongguk glares at the reason for his discomfort, mostly in embarrassment than any actual irritation.

Jeongguk is laying on his front with his arms pinned under his chest, half on Taehyung's chest and half on the mattress, his face pressed into Taehyung's chest, mouth on his pectoral, explaining his lack of air. Taehyung's arms are tightly wrapped around the human, almost rendering him immobile with one long leg between Jeongguk's, the other wrapped around his hip.

There's a heavy leathery wing draped over him and if Jeongguk could feel his arms he knows they would be itching like crazy to touch it. To see if it feels as rough as it looks, if the talons at the end are made to draw blood. How have I never touched them? One would think he would have, considering all the other places he's touched on the hellion's body, but he always looked away. There always felt like there was something so completely intimate about the gesture and while he doesn't remember anything in particular about the reason why, he knows there's probably some etiquette behind it. He should probably review the rules for communicating with those on the hellionic council so Yoongi don't scold him for being disrespectful. The older summoner had almost popped a blood vessel when Jeongguk back talked to the dark princeling, the memory bringing an amused smile to his lips.