The Bandits of Sawtooth Mountain

12. Investor

smut til the -
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A sharp pang shot through Hongjoong's lower back, moving all the way up his spine and making him shudder, tighten his hands on the soft flesh beneath them. A low groan escaped his lips and he hung his head, cursing that bandit once again.

Just why did that man need to be so rough? He got it, they were enemies but it was not like the situation asked for it. Simply not going all the way and rather showing off Hongjoong writhing on that damned gloved fingers of his would probably have been enough already.

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, having been cranky during the whole morning already because of the constant reminders of his hips that yes, he did succumb to that bandit. He was already counting the minutes until he could see that annoying bastard again and show him his place.

"Ho-Hongjoong. Slow down, please."

The throaty whine ripped Hongjoong out of his thoughts, making him blink harshly. He was in his room, staring at the wall above his bed. Right beneath him and stretched out like some kind of ancient goddess was Seonghwa, deliciously warm against him.

And now Seonghwa had settled his trembling fingers on Hongjoong's chest pleadingly, their delicate shape seeming oh so precious on a man like him.

Hongjoong looked him over, his sweaty dark hair that was fanned out above him and the soft rosy lips that were opened like a flower blooming in his need for air. His dark eyes were lowered, a suspicious wetness clinging to his long lashes and Hongjoong felt his heart ache.

"Forgive me, precious. Did I hurt you?" Hongjoong gently grasped his wrists, emcompassing them completely as he pulled them away to gently push them into the sheets. He stilled the movement of his hips completely, allowing Seonghwa to take a shuddering breath. His tanned chest was heaving beautifully, a sheen film of sweat glistening on it.

Hongjoong re-arranged Seonghwa's legs around his hips, gently massaging the marks his rough grip had left on his thighs and checking on the bandage around his knee area. It had not bled through again, thankfully, only the dried blood from when they had crashed into a table earlier still showing.

"It became a bit too much... That bandit again?"

Hongjoong thought he did not deserve this patient man laying all pretty and willing in front of him. How cruel of him to hurt this gentle soul.

The sheriff leaned over the other carefully, swallowing the breathless gasp that escaped Seonghwa when he jostled their bodies. He pressed remorseful kisses around the other's lips and eyes, mumbling soft apologies so his tears would dry again.

Seonghwa sighed dreamily, wrapping his hands around Hongjoong's neck to idly play with the hair in his nape.

That was the second time this happened today. The first time had been downstairs when Hongjoong had bent Seonghwa over his desk way too roughly, pulling his hair and arm like reigns as he got rid of all his anger and frustration. He had awoken to Seonghwa's pained scream when his wound was pressed against the desk at the wrong spot and had immediately showered the other man with guilty apologies.

And still Seonghwa had allowed him to stay, even cooking for him before they had tumbled into bed again. There they still were, sharing the warmth of the night in between the soft glow of Seonghwa's candles and the warm wind that travelled through the windows accompanied by the cicada's song.

It was calming and sensual and still Hongjoong's mind managed to stray off, to make him hurt the man.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, Seonghwa. You're gorgeous I don't know why I constantly-"

Seonghwa hushed him with a chaste kiss, pulling him down to press his lips delicately to Hongjoong's. His dark eyes were sincere when he allowed him to pull off again.