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Gyehyeon didn’t care for power. He didn't want the titles, the praise, or the responsibilities. He didn't want to be a person of importance, but he was stuck with his fate.
He tried his best to behave, despite his frustration. If he had to be the face of the coven, then he would do his best to keep Dongheon at bay. He listened, he obeyed, he stepped in when others were out of line, he did everything right – even if the thought of it drove him mad.
To this day he still didn't understand what Dongheon saw in him – why him? Hoyoung still stomps his foot because he wasn't given the honor, so why not give him the opportunity instead? Hoyoung would probably be better at it – he was more nurturing, more organized, meanwhile Gyehyeon was winging it most days.
Though he had to admit, he loved pissing the latter off. Every time Hoyoung glared his way was like a little treat. He soaked in every stare, every whispered comment, every direct complaint. All it did was feed his ego, Gyehyeon loved it.
“You’re thinking again.”
Gyehyeon looked down at the person in his hold. They had been laying together for so long he had forgotten he wasn't even in his own room. Kangmin was staring up at him, those big doe eyes of his filled with concern. “Sorry, I let my thoughts drift for a moment. Did you say something, pup?” He asked calmly as he reached his hand up to card his claws through Kangmin’s hair.
The younger vamp hummed in delight, leaning into the touch. “Mm, not exactly. You just looked troubled, so I was worried something was stressing you out.”
Of course Kangmin was worried about him. Kangmin always seemed to worry, about himself, about others, about every little thing that could possibly go wrong. Gyehyeon found it charming, somehow – he loved easing the latter’s nerves and helping him forget what troubled him in the first place.
“I’m alright, love. You don’t have to stress.” Gyehyeon pulled Kangmin closer so he could press a kiss against his forehead. “Any worries I may have slip away the moment I’m with you.” He assured.
Kangmin looked at him fondly. Gyehyeon was always surprised by his expressions – he didn't know someone could easily convey so many emotions at once, but Kangmin always managed to. “I feel the same way.” He replied, smiling up at him. “Before…I was stressed about my reading. The elders want me to learn more about the history of the coven, and they plan to question me once I grasp everything – but it's so boring!! The books are so old I sneeze every time I turn a page, and they're so big I feel like I’ll never finish a single one, and – and – they speak so old!! I don't understand what they're saying!” He whined.
Gyehyeon raised a brow at the complaints. “Need I remind you what year I was born? Be careful what you call old.” He warned, watching as Kangmin’s eyes widened.
“I'm not saying you're old!” He was quick to correct. “The books are! They're well older than you. The words they use are so confusing and dated. I try to understand but I just - can't!!” He lowered his gaze in defeat. “I don't want to make a fool out of myself because I can't answer basic vampire history questions…”
“Poor pup.” Gyehyeon couldn't help but snicker at how cutely pathetic the latter’s pout was. “Perhaps when I find the time I can help you. I wouldn't consider myself a good teacher, but surely I can give you a few pointers to make things easier.”
Kangmin immediately perked back up. “Really?? You'd help me??” He asked.
“Of c –”
(‘Gyehyeon. I need you in my chambers.’)
The two vampires winced as an echoey voice cut through the link. Dongheon. He was calling for him – and of course he would announce it to the entire coven instead of keeping matters private.
Gyehyeon’s eyes squeezed shut, annoyance already prickling up his spine as he responded.
('I'll be with you momentarily. I'm busy at the moment, sir.’)
(‘Whatever you're up to will have to wait. Make your way to my chambers now.’)
The two looked at one another. Kangmin looked concerned, his hold on Gyehyeon tightening. Meanwhile, Gyehyeon just looked tired. It was probably planning, or something simple that Dongheon was trying to make sound important so he'd hurry up. But honestly – Gyehyeon didn't care. He was comfortable, he didn't want to move.
(‘I said I’ll be with you shortly–’)
(‘NOW.’)
Kangmin’s whimper barely broke Gyehyeon from his shock. “He's mad.” He spoke in a panic, his dull claws digging into the latter’s skin. “What if he yells – what if he hurts you –”
“Dongheon is not that kind of man.” Gyehyeon was quick to assure. “He's irritated, more than anything. He’ll be easy to settle once I talk to him.” He moved to get up from the bed, but Kangmin was quick to grab his arm.
“Don't leave –” was the best he could think to say. “Please…”
“I'll be back.” Gyehyeon pulled Kangmin up to place a kiss against his lips. “Get dressed and go spend some time with Yeonho. I'm sure he'd love some company.”
“But –” Kangmin tried, but Gyehyeon was quick to shake his head.
“No buts, pup.” He spoke as he picked his dress shirt up from the floor. “Don't wait around for me, I'll come and find you when I'm done, I promise. Be productive while I'm gone, or else you've wasted your day. Understood?”
“Can I really waste time if I have millions of days ahead of me?” Kangmin asked, his words grumbled.
Gyehyeon rolled his eyes as he slipped his shirt back on. “Whether you have one or one million, every day is precious.” He replied, heading for the door. “I'm serious. If I come back here and you've been rotting away in that bed there will be consequences.”
“Oh come on!!” Was the last thing he heard Kangmin whine before he shut the door behind him.
Gyehyeon made his way down the hall, every step echoing off the old stone walls. He couldn't help but wonder what had made Dongheon so short tempered – he had done his tasks, so they weren't behind. Did someone start a fight? Was there conflict with the packs to the west? Or maybe he simply woke up on the wrong side of the bed and decided to make it everyone else's problem.
Well, Gyehyeon would find out soon enough. His steps stopped in front of the door to Dongheon’s chambers. He raised his hand to knock, but before his knuckles could reach the wood his body was wrapped in black smoke – by the time it cleared, he was inside the room, Dongheon in front of him.
“Your sense of urgency could use some improvement.” Dongheon claimed.
Once the initial shock wore off, Gyehyeon crossed his arms over his chest. “I told you I was busy.” He shrugged.
“Sex is not a necessity, Gyehyeon.” Dongheon was quick to snap. “When your superior calls for you, nothing else should be held above that order.”
Gyehyeon rolled his eyes. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. “That was well before you called for me, actually. I was comforting Kangmin, that's all. The elders have him stressing about our history.” He replied.
Dongheon was silent for a second. Gyehyeon didn't know why, but those few moments of silence felt heavy – he didn't like it. “Actually,” the older vamp started. “This is about Kangmin.”
There was no indication that the topic contained the worst case scenario, but Gyehyeon couldn't help but jump to it. “If this is about his delays – give him time. I've been working with him, he's improving. There's no need to kick him out because he's learning slower than the others –”
“I'm not banishing him.” Dongheon was quick to reply.
Gyehyeon didn't look relieved. Kangmin was safe – but he could sense the ‘but’ lingering in the air.
“But you can't see him anymore.”
There it was. Words Gyehyeon never thought he would hear. “What..?” Is all he could think to say. What was he meant to say? Kangmin was his source of grounding, his escape from the hell Dongheon had molded for him. Kangmin was his friend – something more that he would never flesh out. It wasn't like he could – vampires were rarely monogamous to begin with.
“I'm disappointed in you, Gyehyeon.” Dongheon continued. “I give you this position of power, I trust you to take care of our people, and you abuse your title.”
Gyehyeon looked lost, but his anger was quick to trump his confusion. “I do take care of your people. I handle so many problems a day to the point people turn to me more than they turn to you. I've done everything I can to take care of my responsibilities with the utmost care, and this is how you repay me?!” He snapped.
“I recognize all you've done for our coven.” Dongheon kept his tone calm, unlike Gyehyeon. “But that does not excuse the abuse of power behind closed doors.”
Abuse? Gyehyeon tried to wrap his head around it, but no matter how hard he tried to remember – he couldn't recall a single instance where he hurt someone just because he could. He wasn't a monster – he didn't even want the power to begin with!!
But suddenly, it clicked.
“Hoyoung told you, didn't he?” Gyehyeon questioned.
“The details don't matter.” Dongheon shook his head. “What I care about is the mistreatment of my people.”
Mistreatment? Gyehyeon tried to keep his cool, but the longer it went on it felt impossible. “Is this about Kangmin, huh? About how I use my power when we’re alone? He consented to it, Dongheon, he likes it. I wouldn't do anything he didn't want. I care about Kangmin more than I care about myself most days. And you have the audacity to stand here and tell me I'm abusing him?!”
“Hoyoung showed me the bruises, Gyehyeon!” Dongheon raised his voice in an attempt to make the latter back down, but that only made Gyehyeon angrier.
“It was an accident. A one time accident!!” Gyehyeon was shouting now, but he didn't care. “We tried something, it got out of hand, and I sincerely apologized and nursed him the best I could until he assured me he was okay. You know how Hoyoung bends the truth to get his way! He pulls the wool over your eyes every time and you just let it happen!”
“If you hadn't misused your power and authority it wouldn't have happened in the first place.” Dongheon stated. “Therefore, until you learn how to responsibly carry your title, you're not allowed to see Kangmin.”
“Dongheon –” Gyehyeon’s breath shuddered. “He needs me.”
“He needs guidance.” Dongheon shook his head. “And it's obvious he can't thrive under the wing of someone careless. Hoyoung and Minchan will take over his studies and care in the meantime. And you'll be my shadow until you remember your place.”
Gyehyeon was stunned. This couldn't be happening – he can't just stop him from seeing Kangmin. That wasn't how things worked, right? Kangmin needed him just as much as he needed Kangmin. He couldn't take him away – Hoyoung – the bastard took his anchor away and left him to drift in darkness with no means of escape. The second he'd find that mistake of a vampire he'd rip his throat out without a second thought.
“Control yourself.” Dongheon hissed.
It was then that Gyehyeon recalled he was one of the few that could peer into the thoughts of others. Usually he managed to keep a strong enough barrier so Dongheon couldn't read, but his cluster of emotions must've made him drop his guard.
“You let Hoyoung do anything.” Gyehyeon muttered, defeat weighing on his shoulders. “You'll listen to whatever Hoyoung says and not question it even for a second. If he told you to kill yourself you'd drive the stake right through your heart without an ounce of hesitation.”
“That's not true.” Dongheon replied shortly.
“That's all you can say to defend yourself?” Gyehyeon let out a huff of air, because he couldn't find the energy to laugh. “You can't even make a valid point, because you know I'm right! You're his bitch. You think you have control over this coven, but you're nothing more than a puppet dancing for his amusement. You should feel ashamed of yourself.”
Dongheon was quiet for a second, but after a pause any emotion drained from his expression as he straightened his posture. “Gyehyeon. Stand down.”
“I won't.” Gyehyeon stepped closer, proving his point. “You trust your right hand man less than the person who occupies your bed at night. How am I meant to help you run a coven when you won't listen to a word I say? I'd rather you kill me than keep playing these stupid games. Do you hear me?”
“I won't do that.” Dongheon simply replied.
“I know you won't.” Gyehyeon grabbed the latter by his shirt, the fistful of cloth being enough to pull him forward. “Not without Hoyoung’s command at least. You pathetic guard dog.”
It was quick. A blur of movement that Gyehyeon barely had time to dodge. Dongheon tried to grab him, but he pushed him back, hit him, and moved every which way he could to avoid it. He knew he struck a nerve when he was suddenly slammed against the wall, his wrists trapped in Dongheon’s grasp as the man stared at him with rage boiling in his eyes.
“You've stepped too far out of line. Control yourself before I have to correct you.”
Gyehyeon could feel it. The faintest flicker of fear in his chest. But he couldn't back down now, he wasn't a coward, and he never will be. “I didn't say anything that wasn't the truth.” He spat back.
Another tussle. Gyehyeon almost managed to get away, but before he could make his escape he was yanked back. A pained shout filled the room as sharp fangs pierced his neck. Gyehyeon tried to shove Dongheon away, but he knew there was no escape. Once the fangs were locked into flesh the victim wouldn't be released until the fangs retracted. Gyehyeon squirmed, shoved at Dongheon’s chest, anything he could – but the fight eventually fizzled out and he went limp in the latter’s arms.
He hated it – feeling weak and helpless. But there really was no freeing himself. He had tried, centuries ago, when he was still a mortal. He fought like hell to escape his fate, but Dongheon’s fangs were impossible to break free from.
The room was silent, besides the occasional noise of pain from Gyehyeon. Dongheon’s fangs eventually retracted, leaving black blood to seep from the puncture wounds. Gyehyeon nearly fell to the floor, but Dongheon managed to steady him – at least, he did for a moment, before Gyehyeon smacked his hands away.
“Keep your hands off of me.” He hissed, shoving Dongheon away so he could head towards the door.
“Gyehyeon –” Dongheon’s voice trembled, and when Gyehyeon looked back – he could see the regret on his face.
“I'll stay away from Kangmin.” Gyehyeon spat. “I'll stay away from the entire coven if it'll keep you happy. Because obviously I can't be trusted.” He reached for the door, but again – smoke clouded his vision. Except this time, Dongheon materialized in front of him.
“Gyehyeon.” He tried again, but when he tried to grab the vamp’s hand he was quick to jerk it away. “Please.”
“Move out of the way, Dongheon.” Gyehyeon tried to appear cold and emotionless, but he could feel the urge to cry clawing at his throat. “There's nothing left to be discussed. You've made your point, and I'll follow it.”
Dongheon reached his hand up to Gyehyeon’s face instead – and instead of pulling away, the latter allowed him to cup his cheek. “Please, we both got carried away. I know as a leader I have to display authority, but that was wrong of me. I'm sorry. Please, let's continue this discussion calmly. I can make it up to you.”
Gyehyeon shook his head before he lowered it. He knew it showed submission, but he was only doing it to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. “It doesn't matter who you hurt. As long as Hoyoung is happy, why would anything else matter, right?”
“Enough about Hoyoung.” Dongheon’s other hand secured on Gyehyeon’s waist, pulling him closer. “I'm focusing on you right now.”
Gyehyeon looked up at him in shock. He knew he probably looked pitiful – bloodied and crying – but it was hard to ignore what he said.
When Gyehyeon was turned he became Dongheon’s source of comfort. He lost count of the amount of times they embraced each other, kissed each other, and more – but after Hoyoung entered the scene those moments became less and less. Gyehyeon tried, but Dongheon was always too tired or busy. With time the interactions stopped altogether, and Gyehyeon became one of two right hand men instead. But it was obvious which one Dongheon favored.
Now and again Dongheon will engage. On a random night, decades after the last time they slept together, he’ll bring Gyehyeon into his bed and give him a night he’ll think about for years to come. And then – nothing for another few decades. Rinse and repeat. Nobody else managed to calm his mind the same way Dongheon did. It's why Gyehyeon never gave up control for anyone else. He'd please them, have his fun, but no one was allowed to please him in return. Kangmin was the only one he'd even allow to touch him, since the youngest had some special way of soothing him when the world became too much.
But no one else could compare to Dongheon. And Gyehyeon knew better than to wait for him.
“If you think sleeping with me will get me to act right again then drop the idea now.” Gyehyeon pulled himself away from Dongheon. “I'm not some toy you can play with for a few hours then toss away until you remember I exist again. Embracing me won't help me forget the things you've said, the stuff you've accused me of, forcing me into submission just so you could feel superior. You paint me out to be a monster then expect me to drop to my knees within that same hour?” He shook his head, appalled at the thought. “Let me out, Dongheon. I want to go back to my chambers.”
Gyehyeon tried to push past, but Dongheon grabbed his arm. “What I've said today can not be forgotten. I know that. I was frustrated, exhausted, and unsure of how to approach the situation. I recognize that some of what I said was wrong, and I apologize. We can rediscuss things later, if we can take this time to make it up to each other.”
Gyehyeon was torn between giving in and being annoyed. He was teetering on the line – unsure of which side he'd fall on. “You said it yourself, Dongheon. Sex isn't a necessity. And it isn't some ‘fix all’ cure that'll make all of this go away.” He reminded.
“It won't. I know it won't.” Dongheon sighed. “But…perhaps I can view things from your point of view.”
“I don't understand…” Gyehyeon muttered in confusion.
“Let me see what's so pleasurable about using your power in the bedroom. If it isn't as harmful as I believe it is, then perhaps we can rework the punishment.”
The realization hit Gyehyeon like a truck. Give up any ounce of control and follow every command – let Dongheon use him and wave his authority over him – the thought of anyone else trying made Gyehyeon nauseous, but imagining Dongheon had his heart rate rapidly rising.
“I…” Gyehyeon paused, unable to find the words to say.
“It's alright.” Dongheon grinned as he brushed the hair away from Gyehyeon’s face. “You don't have to answer, that vivid imagination of yours is doing all the talking.”
Gyehyeon winced at the reminder, trying to clear his not so family friendly thoughts before Dongheon could tease him further. “Why should I trust you?”
“Oh Gyehyeon,” Dongheon stepped over to his bed, every faint echo of his shoes clicking on the floor hypnotizing Gyehyeon further and further into saying yes. He sat down on the edge before he continued, his fangs poking out from his soft smile. “You trust me more than anyone. You can stomp your foot, you can fight, but at the end of the day you know who to turn to.” He hummed. “Now, come here.”
Gyehyeon didn't know why, but he went. Every step felt like mental agony. He was giving up his pride, his morals, his title. But it didn't matter as he sank to his knees to settle in between Dongheon’s open legs.
“There we go.” The latter cooed, his soft hands caressing Gyehyeon’s face until they lowered to his neck. “Mm, it's already healing itself. Such a shame though. Those marks have always looked pretty on you.” He sighed like it was an inconvenience. “Oh well, we don't need scars to know who you belong to. You already know how to prove that. Strip, love.”
Gyehyeon’s head felt dizzy. Something he hadn't felt in years. For a second all he could do was stare up at Dongheon, but after some seconds he reached up and undid his shirt buttons one by one. The piece of clothing pooled at the floor, and his shoes and dress pants were quick to follow.
“Everything.” Dongheon demanded, the tip of his shoe tapping against Gyehyeon’s hip. At first the younger vamp looked a little startled, but he eventually slid the undergarments down his legs to leave himself mostly bare. “There we are.” Dongheon let out a long breath as he leaned forward to touch Gyehyeon. It was simple, gentle touches that slid up his arms and down his collarbones, until they stopped at the cloth bound around his chest. “May I?”
Gyehyeon nodded his head. It was more frantic than he would've liked, but his body already felt like it was on fire, like it needed Dongheon. And he knew that was the latter’s influence. Higher vampires had the power to put others in trances – up their libido and get their hearts racing for action. Now was no different. As Dongheon undid the cloth, Gyehyeon’s body was shaking in anticipation. He needed every inch of this man pressed against his body. He needed to feel him so deep that he could remember the feeling for days to come. He needed him badly, but he was trying to remain calm – looking pathetic fit better for Kangmin, not him.
“Look at you, beautiful.” Dongheon praised as his hands cupped and squeezed the small swelled on Gyehyeon’s chest. The latter groaned, his head leaning back as he arched his back into the touch. “Look at how well your body reacts to me.”
Gyehyeon wanted to snap back that he was influencing the reactions, but when Dongheon’s fingers pinched his nipples the only thing he could get out was a choked moan. His hand reached up to grab his wrist, but Dongheon was quick to swat it away.
“Hands to yourself. You only move when I tell you too. Understood?”
“Yes.” Gyehyeon panted as he looked up at Dongheon once more – though his vision was slightly blurred.
“You know how to properly answer.” Dongheon replied, his hands leaving Gyehyeon’s chest.
The loss of pleasure nearly made him whine, but Gyehyeon managed to bite it back. He'd never forgive himself for letting out such a sound. “Yes, sir…your commands are all I should follow.”
“There's my good boy.” Dongheon stood up from the bed, before patting the mattress. “Now get up and settle in by the pillows.”
Gyehyeon went without any complaints. He carefully crawled on the bed and settled on his back. And as he had practiced before, he kept his hands above his head, out of the way, as a silent reminder to keep his hands out of the way. As he tried to calm his quickly beating heart, he watched as Dongheon undressed. He moved slowly, but it was addicting to watch. With every article of clothing that was discarded Gyehyeon felt hotter and hotter. He wanted to complain – to demand that Dongheon hurried to fix the problem he started. But he didn't, he watched and waited, keeping silent as Dongheon finally crawled onto the bed.
“Gods, how I’ve missed this sight.” The older vampire spoke as he loomed over Gyehyeon’s frame. “But I suppose the wait makes it worth it. Moments like these taste that much sweeter.” He added, before diving in for a kiss.
Gyehyeon wanted to interject that the waits felt like agony to him, but it was easy to forget his frustrations whenever Dongheon kissed him. It just felt – right. Their lips moving together, slow and precise. Their breaths mingled and hot, their saliva mixing – their tongues tangling – their noises becoming one. Gyehyeon wouldn't trade it for the world. If he could kiss Dongheon for eternity he'd have his own personal glimpse of heaven. Eternal happiness, right here in this bed.
But it was broken the second Dongheon pulled away. “Why waste time on the small details, don't you agree?” He chuckled when Gyehyeon shook his head a little. “Come on, my soul. There's plenty of time for kissing after I've had my fill. I have the most divine meal laid out in front of me, I can't ignore it for any longer.”
And that was how Gyehyeon found himself turned around, on his knees with his cheek pressed against the pillow. “Mmph.” Was all he could get out when Dongheon spread his legs. He could feel it – his own wetness made a shameless sound as the latter spread him open. If Gyehyeon didn't know any better, he'd swear he was even dripping on the comforter beneath them.
“So perfect.” Dongheon was grinning so wide you could hear his smile when he talked. His thumb traced against the latter’s small cock, causing Gyehyeon to jolt forward – his claws scraping down the wooden bed frame. Of course, that earned him a smack on the globe of his ass. “Don't damage my furniture because you can't control yourself.” He tsked in disapproval, his thumb still circling the overly-sensitive spot.
Gyehyeon jerked his arm away from the headrest, but only so he could bite down on it instead in an attempt to keep himself under control. Not enough to break the skin, luckily, but it was close.
Finally, finally, Dongheon moved his hand away, but that was when Gyehyeon found something bigger dragging between his folds. “Ready, love?” Dongheon asked, and Gyehyeon pulled away long enough to reply with a breathy 'yes, sir’ before Dongheon finally sunk in.
The moment was swift. He sank down to the hilt with one smooth thrust. Gyehyeon’s sound of pleasure was muffled, but it was clear he was enjoying it.
“Look at that.” Dongheon groaned in pleasure. “I always told you your body was made for me. Even after all this time I fit perfectly, isn't that right, baby?” He grabbed Gyehyeon by the hips and drew back. He didn't wait for a response this time, instead he sunk back in – harder than the first.
A higher pitched ‘oh, fuck’ came from Gyehyeon, but after that he became a puddle of moans as Dongheon set his pace. Like every other time before this, he was cautious, but fast. He'd hold Gyehyeon ever-so-gently, but every thrust hit just the right spot. He'd pepper kisses along Gyehyeon’s back in an attempt to soothe his cries, but it was a harsh contrast to the way he'd snap his hips just to hear the latter yelp in pleasure now and again.
It was everything Gyehyeon had been craving. He missed it – every thrust, every moan, every kiss. Something deep within him felt like it was being repaired, even if he didn't know what it was.
“That's it.” Dongheon’s hand soothed Gyehyeon’s side as he rolled his hips. “You always take me so well, my soul. You know how to lay there and take it like a toy designed for my pleasure alone. Isn't that right??”
“Yes, sir!” Gyehyeon cried out after a particularly sharp thrust. They were getting rougher, less precise. He knew it was only a matter of time before Dongheon lost himself in the pleasure, but he wasn't expecting to be bit when it happened –
Sure enough, fangs sunk into the back of his neck, keeping him in place. Gyehyeon screamed, unlike the warning bite from earlier, this felt more genuine. The fangs pierced deeper, he bit harder, he didn't want Gyehyeon to move as he grew merciless. The pace quickened to the point it was almost animalistic. At one point Gyehyeon's knees gave out from how bad they were shaking, but that didn't stop Dongheon for a second. He was lost – chasing after his high and happily using the latter beneath him to find it.
“Dong – heon –” Gyehyeon could barely speak. He felt dizzy, overwhelmed, yet on cloud-9 at the same time. It was perfect. And when he felt his gut churn with sensitivity it all suddenly felt like too much. “Can't –” he panted, his shaking hand reaching back to tap Dongheon’s side. “Can't – too…too…”
('You'll handle whatever I give you. There is no such thing as too much. I don't care if you have to scream through every second of it, take it.’)
The pleasure didn't stop, not even for a second. The corners of Gyehyeon’s vision blurred when he suddenly felt Dongheon start to suck. He was really taking his blood in the heat of the moment – everything hit him at once. A pleasure filled explosion that caused his vision to go white, before everything was suddenly dark.
Gyehyeon didn't even get to enjoy the rush of his own orgasm but for a few seconds, before he momentarily blacked out. But from what he did feel it was amazing. It was everything he had been looking for. It crushed the craving he had been yearning for for decades. If he could experience it over and over again he'd happily do it.
But that wasn't the case, and he knew it.
When he came too again he was on his back. Gyehyeon grunted softly in pain as he reached up for his head, but as he grew more and more conscious the feeling of tingling pleasure quickly settled in. “A – Ah, fuck.” He muttered the second he realized just how sensitive he was. It was like his body had been electrocuted – every nerve was a live wire of bliss that had him seeing stars. And the cause –
Gyehyeon looked down to find Dongheon in between his legs. His tongue was lapping inside the welcoming heat, while his thumb lazily massaged the smaller vamp’s cock.
“What –” Gyehyeon was cut off by his own moan. “What are you doing!?” He asked.
Dongheon turned his head to leave a few kisses against the latter’s thigh. “Shh, my love. Just relax. You've taken care of me, now let me take care of you. Keep your hands to yourself and just enjoy it.”
How was Gyehyeon meant to enjoy this? Dongheon knew how sensitive he was. It's why he was the only one allowed to touch him. He couldn't stay still during this – it was the one thing that would have him squirming like a werewolf deep in heat. He couldn't – not after orgasming once already.
But Dongheon continued. Except this time two fingers plunged into the heat between his thighs as his lips wrapped around the small cock. Gyehyeon jumped slightly at the feeling – the sound he let out was more feminine than he liked, but it was too good to stay quiet. “Dongheon –” he gasped. His hips rolled up towards the pleasure, but the latter’s other hand was quick to push him back down.
Gyehyeon tried to stay still – he really did. Dongheon’s command kept echoing through his head – but when the latter started to suck and lap his tongue over the sensitive cunt Gyehyeon was starting to kick his feet in no time. He wasn't trying to kick Dongheon, but rather trying to get away from the pleasure. But really – did he want to escape? It felt heavenly, addicting even, but he didn't know how much more he could take before he might just explode.
“Too much.” Gyehyeon whimpered. He hated the fact that he couldn't control his voice, but there wasn't much else he could do. “Heoni – Heoni I can't.” He babbled, his body squirming every which way in an attempt to get away.
And then – he couldn't –
It was like an invisible force shoved his body down. He couldn't kick, couldn't squirm, couldn't push Dongheon away – he was stuck. And judging by the shimmering glint in Dongheon’s eyes he was the cause of it.
(‘I told you to stay still’)
His voice echoed through Gyehyeon’s brain, causing him to groan.
(‘If you can't behave yourself then I'll gladly be the bad guy. You're going to lay there until I've had my fill. Not much longer, my dear. Just relax.’)
How was Gyehyeon meant to relax when his entire body felt like a shaken soda bottle ready to pop at any moment? Everything felt like too much. Even breathing felt like a chore, no matter how short his breaths were. At one point his eyes rolled back, and that familiar white clouded his vision.
All Gyehyeon could do was scream. It felt like the only way to get out the immense buildup of bliss and sensitivity. As he shouted, relief washed over him. It was like a ‘pop’ that suddenly made everything okay. Gyehyeon heaved a sigh of relief, his head thumping against the pillows as the dizziness took over once more.
He felt amazing – relaxed and well taken care of, but he was exhausted. When he helped others he was more than happy to go for rounds and rounds until they'd eventually tap out. But his body could handle only so much when he was the one receiving. His sensitivity was his only weakness, he hated it.
“Sir..?” Gyehyeon took a deep breath once the weight was lifted from his body. He looked down where Dongheon once was – but he had moved. The latter was now standing somewhere else in the room, gathering rags until he returned to the bedside.
“It's alright.” Dongheon smiled fondly as he situated himself between Gyehyeon’s legs. “I think we’ve lost the formalities now. You can relax.” He assured as his hand slid the damp rag along Gyehyeon’s most intimate areas.
Gyehyeon was quick to settle back down. “So…that's it?” He couldn't help but ask. “Have mind blowing sex and then still lose my right to see Kangmin?”
Dongheon hummed as his hand continued to cautiously glide over the latter’s body. “I wouldn't say that.” He replied.
“Why..?” Gyehyeon suddenly looked lost.
“I see why you use your authority with Kangmin,” Dongheon paused as he cleared his throat. “It's…quite enjoyable. And it seems that's the case for both participants. As long as you're both consenting, and nothing gets out of hand….I suppose it can continue.”
Gyehyeon sat up despite the pain, his eyes filled with shock. “You're telling the truth??” He couldn't help but ask. “You aren't telling me what I want to hear?”
Dongheon chuckled softly as he shook his head. “That's my word, and I'm sticking to it, my love. As long as you're treating Kangmin with care outside of the bedroom, then I'll let it proceed. But if he comes to me claiming you have done worse, then your punishment will proceed.”
Gyehyeon couldn't hold himself back. He moved forward, smashing his lips against Dongheon’s. In that moment he felt so much relief it only felt right. And seeing as Dongheon secured his arms around him and kissed back, it was more than fine.
He got to embrace Dongheon once more, and he got to keep Kangmin in his life.
No matter how many times Hoyoung tries to knock him down, he can never best Gyehyeon.