The Massacre of Immortals || Woohwa / Wooyoung x Seonghwa

12. Lost Souls

I moaned as Seonghwa lifted me up and pushed me against the wall, kissing me desperately. I tangled my hands in his hair, gasping when he ran his tongue across my lips. I gave him entrance, failing at suppressing the whimper that left as his tongue melded with mine, grinding his hips into me.

His hands gripped my thighs around his waist painfully, and I inhaled sharply when he moved his head to my neck, sucking on the skin, leaving goosebumps all over my shoulder.

"B-bedroom." I panted, Seonghwa biting my neck softly.

"Where." He whispered againts my ear, his damp lips leaving my skin cold. He let me down and I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the halls towards my room.

As soon as we were in, Seonghwa closed the makeshift door and pushed me onto the bed. He hovered above me, arms either side of my waist as he rested between my legs slowly. I swallowed.

He was beautiful. Those white eyes looked at me with more love and need than anyone else ever had. He leaned down slowly and kissed me softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer as he kissed me deeply.

He moaned when I bit his lip, and the fight for dominance resumed instantly, his tongue fighting mine until I submitted with a whimper.

He started to grind againts my hips, breathy moans escaping into my lips. His hands slipped under my shirt, his cold fingers tracing my skin across my stomach and my chest.

I wanted to be so much closer to him.

I let my hands travel down his chest as he started to kiss my neck again, no doubt leaving marks. I was about to pull the hem of his hoodie up when he bit a particularly sensitive spot on my shoulder, causing me to gasp and thrust my hips up into his, Seonghwa moaning in response.

I pulled his hoodie up impatiently and Seonghwa at up between my legs, pulling the hoodie over his head, leaving him shirtless.

I froze when I saw them.

The scars.

One deep, thick scar tracing a perfectly straight line down the middle of his abs. It looked suspiciously like it was intentional, like a surgical scar.

Other scars scattered his chest and stomach, but none as dangerous as that one. I propped myself up on my elbows and ran my hand down the scar. Seonghwa just stayed still, watching me.

I had a very sudden idea. Memories of when Seonghwa kissed the scars on my wrist compelled me to push Seonghwa onto his back. I straddled him, watching him carefully for any protest.

He gave me a soft look, and I bent down and kissed one of the scars on his chest. Seonghwa didn't make a move to stop me, so I kissed another scar. And another, again and again, kissing all of his scars one by one.

Moving down to his stomach, I kissed a line down the centre scar, Seonghwa humming with content as I did. When I reached the final scar on his v line, I kissed it and looked up at him.

A small sense of irony hit me, when I realised that even though Seonghwa could finally speak words, we still opted to communicate through actions.

Seonghwa hooked a finger under my chin and pulled me up to his level, lifting his head to kiss me gently. I rested my arms either side of his head, maintaining the soft slow kissing that I was starting to love more than the desperate ones.

Seonghwa ran his hands up and down my sides slowly, seemingly ceasing his sexual desires.

I moved from his lips and kissed his neck softly. I let my tongue run across his skin, before moving to kiss his chest again. I kissed the spot above his heart, and rested my head against it, pressing my ear right above his heart.