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lilgaeguli · 19 days ago

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[ pairing ] seonghwa!top × yeosang!sub

[ sinopsis ] a simple wedding ring wouldn't be enough to stop Seonghwa from forgetting Yeosang

[ wc ] 3,4k

[ genre ] ancient boys love / no plot just pure smut

[ warning ] degradation, humiliation, kinda of bondage, manhandling, edging, a bit of oral (?), rough sex, subspace, seonghwa is a mean dom, yeosang a being a bit bratty, dacryphilia, and I may have forgotten something

[ song reccomendation ] streets — Doja Cat & eyes don't lie — Isabel LaRosa

[ n/a ] It's an old and rewritten work. It's inspired by Painter of the Night. I apologize if something sounded heavy/too mean

[ ! ] everything written here is merely fictional and does not represent the artists mentioned.

Sinuous curves were being projected on the wall, the shadow dancing slowly, grabbing the full attention of its sole spectator who was blowing opium smoke. It was pure pleasure for young Master Kang, to have his Lord's eyes glazed over him, always escaping an amused chuckle. He couldn't ask for more.

�� You look happy tonight, could I know why? — Seonghwa asked, putting his smoke aside.

Kang continued with his smooth and confident movements, he had so much to say, but he didn't need to use words, he knew Seonghwa would understand him. He had been losing nights accompanied only by his thoughts, as if in a breath he would burst into tears, but when he was there, just in silence next to Park, he felt his fear go away, it was bittersweet and dangerous, having his heart in his hands, risking himself for him, but he couldn't ignore the frequency he thought about them.

The atmosphere was so calm, the sound of running water accompanied by the slow sound of a stringed instrument filled his ears, each note seemed to be directed at Yeosang's elegant dance. The fabric of his loose robes dragged slightly on the floor, making him seem to float slowly between silent barefoot steps.

一 Have you noticed how every night we are together you ask me the same thing, and I always give the same answer, my lord? 一 The younger asked, shivering as he felt the other's thin fingers caressing his exposed shoulders 一 You know how I like your presence and everything that surrounds us, because that way I forget what is out there.

No matter how many times he heard that, for Seonghwa it always had different tones, not only that, until now he had not found an answer to such a simple phrase, but impulsive actions.

一 I don't want anything to change, but it doesn't just depend on me. All I have left is to wait for you 一 Park's soft speech became heavy and that was what Kang wanted least, after all, they had some time to enjoy before... well.

He turned to Hwa, taking a breath holding his clothes, his slightly melancholic expression turned into a sarcastic smile, never showing what was inside him.

一 Let's forget about it, our minds are full, I don't want to overflow with confusion, besides...

Park's speech was interrupted by a heated kiss, that conversation shouldn't go on, all of this had already been discussed, every word spoken by Seonghwa had already been absorbed by Yeosang, it was better to ignore it than to let more intrigue bubble between the two, what his words didn't clarify, their bodies expressed. Whenever their lips met, they could feel an enormous heat inside them, that didn't need to be repressed and couldn't be. That act without any harmony was slowly becoming more synchronised, Park sucked his thin lips, smiling every time he pulled back and the younger man sought his mouth again. Their bodies collided more abruptly, his large hands encircled Yeosang's neck, who grunted with each bite he received. He trembled when felt the icy fingers enter his clothes and reach his nipples, which were hard due to the excitement and the cold weather.

He loved how his senses were put to play. Park slowly lowered his kisses, he could feel his uneven breathing, grabbed his shoulder tightly after feeling the other's tongue in his ear, making him shiver. Exploring the body and limits of the little boy was complete fun for Seonghwa, his hands snaked around his waist and hips, reaching his round ass and squeezing it. Yeoseong, who had been acting very well until then, rubbed his knee between the older man's legs, feeling how hard he was.

— See how we managed to understand each other? I'd rather you punish me for not obeying you than when we disagree — Yeosang teased, reaching for Park's ear — The first option is always done with purpose.

Seonghwa laughed breathlessly against the other's skin, remembering all the times he had Kang on his knees in front of him, begging for his kindness after their games.

— You're right. So, that we have some things to resolve — The harsh tone made it clear how spiteful Park was, or how he would never let an opportunity to take advantage of Kang's fragile body pass by.

— Do it, my lord.

He grabbed the younger man's full thighs, having him on his lap, and pushed him to a not very high piece of furniture. Yeo didn't miss the opportunity to rub himself on his member, impatience was consuming him, and Seonghwa knew it. He positioned Yeosang sitting on the wooden piece of furniture, undoing the ties of his hanbok¹, gradually getting rid of the pieces of refined fabric. Park knelt down, the perfect height to begin his torture, the little boy's messy face and shaking hands were a perfect sight, anxiety was overwhelming him.

Park was never one for mercy, he would certainly take advantage of this night to expose how he felt about Yeosang's decisions, ignoring his own actions. The little boy brought one of his hands to his forgotten member in the hope that Park wouldn't see, to no avail, the immediate slap he received on his hand made him even more needy.

— Take your time, Yeosang. I'll do whatever you want, after I get my share — he said, placing his hands on his thin waist — I put up with you acting like a bratty child, always giving you everything you wanted, that must be why you took this attitude towards me.

Their voices stopped for a moment, letting the distant sound of Kayagum² predominate. Yeosang's heartbeat was so fast that he thought it could be heard from any distance, he grumbled irritably when he felt his belly tighten.

Seonghwa carelessly removed the cotton baji³, seeing the cock shining due to pre-cum, he ran his tongue over the boy's entrance and perineum, reaching the length of his member. Slow and steady movements in the moist slit made Yeosang shudder in embarrassment, it made it seem like they had never done anything like this before. Seonghwa's black feline eyes were devoted to the little boy's reactions, watching his limits, after all, he didn't want to end here. In a spasm, Kang mentioned closing his legs, Park stopped him by moving them further apart, having the inexplicable vision of the boy with red cheeks, messy and open for him, and only for him. When his member was grabbed fiercely he sucked in air between his teeth anxiously, he wanted so much to have Hwa fill him completely, to experience his heat, wanting to prolong that for hours, but he would have to be obedient and wait, but seonghwa couldn't make this easy,

— Lord! Please...

Park didn't care about the protest, he just snapped up his member, letting some of his own saliva drip onto his hands. Kang bit his own index finger to censor his own soft moans, but every now and then he let one out, pleasing Seonghwa's attentive ears. He was so close, so close to giving heaven to his little boy, but he wanted to take it in another direction, even though he really wanted to see Yeosang's tired expression of pleasure. He stood up, leaving the boy lost and deeply frustrated, stroking his own penis. Park composed himself, getting rid of his jacket, exposing his sweaty chest with delicate lines of definition, however, what caught Yeosang's attention the most was what Seonghwa picked up. A thin piece of bamboo. The older man approached, inserting his fingertips into the hairs on the back of the boy's neck, bringing his face closer, mentioning kissing him, but then he stepped back. He pulled the satin ribbon that held the dark brown strands together, moving away again.

— Think it'll be worth it — he whispered, giving Yeosang a simple kiss on his forehead, trying to reassure him of what was to come.

With the blue ribbon, he tied a tight knot around the boy's cock, giving it a delaying effect. The feeling wasn't bad, quite the opposite, but it didn't negate how much he wanted to cum.

— Young Master Kang, you're so perfect... — He smoothed his white thighs with the bamboo, controlling his own erection.

— Do what you want so much, you don't have to worry about me — he hurried, smiling with difficulty. Those words sounded melodious, however, Seonghwa knew that Yeosang preferred to satisfy him than to care for his own safety. It was a problem many times.

Hwa let out air from his nostrils, preventing his body from taking control instead of his mind. The sound of the rod echoing four times against the milky skin, immediately taking on a reddish colour. Yeosang flinched at the sudden action, his skin burning and then received an immeasurable feeling of relaxation, it was so good. Three more times he felt the rod hit his skin, marking both thighs, this time making him complain with sealed lips. He immediately brought his hands to the marked area to relieve the pain when he was stopped. Park grabbed his hair, pulling him away as if pulling his reins.

— Don't touch unless I allow it, don't you understand? Stupid — Poor Yeosang, hard, angry and immobile — Just hold on a little longer.

Kang nodded silently as a single tear ran down his cheek. Hwa took a strange deep breath, as if he were actually letting go of something that weighed heavily on him, but rationally he took care of the little boy. Without saying a word, he stared at the white thighs that contrasted with crimson marks before damaging them even more with the bamboo. The boy burst into a soft cry as the cum ran down between his thighs, dirtying the furniture he was sitting on. Seonghwa smiled proudly, delighting in Kang's confused expression.

— My angel, it's over — he wrapped his arms around his tired body, caressing the entire length of his back — How do you feel?

The young master's sobs were so cute, he mumbled disjointed things, wiping his tears clumsily.

– Take it off me, my lord. I need you now — He begged, grabbing the older man's torso, digging his short nails into his back.

Those words made a dense fog blind Seonghwa, his little boy begging for him, so vulnerable. However, he wouldn't give in so easily, he knew he could endure much more, and he would put that to the test. He slowly denied it, moistening his lips. He held yeosang's member that slid easily into his hand, massaging the glans with his thumb, noticing his restlessness. Excited after feeling pain, Kang Yeosang was so dirty.

The little boy wanted to scream, that insignificant ribbon became a great nuisance, but any protest was repressed with a strong grip on the sensitive member. Park sped up his movements even more, and with his free hand he snaked his bare chest, causing a damn chill in Kang's stomach, and in a few seconds the warm liquid ran between his fingers, earning an embarrassed look. There was no way to wait any longer.

Urgently, he hugged the defeated body, pressing it closer to his own. He didn't complain about the strong scratches he received, the aspiring masochist was grateful. He leaned Yeosang's body, resting one hand on the wall behind him. He could no longer ignore how much he also wanted to feel him, so warm and tight, so he did it without hesitation. He got rid of the remaining piece of clothing and invaded him, eliciting a muffled scream. He began light movements with his hips, trying not to hurt him.

— Lord Seonghwa, wait a second! — he sighed heavily, pushing him away in a failed attempt — I just came…

Once again he was ignored, he hid his own face in Park's shoulders as a certain desperation took over his mind. For Seonghwa, when their bodies connected, it was as if nothing else mattered other than their pleasure, each being the other's place of peace.

— I just want you to scream my name out loud, there's no one to hear us — He asked, nibbling on the other's earlobe, who agreed to the condition.

He gave just a few sharp thrusts, waiting for him to get used to it, and only then did he continue more arduously, going deeper. He panted loudly, wanting Kang more and more, his insides welcoming him so deliciously as that wet and obscene sound filled the room with the predominant heat.

— Lord... Lord Park — he called, changing the volume of his voice between slow moans — Seonghwa!

He shouted before giving a painful bite to the older man's shoulder, who stopped thrusting for a moment, leaning on the boy. For a second, Yeo thought he had lost control, he feared Park's reaction.

— I like it when you do that — He laughed contentedly, pulling out of him, leaving his little hole contracting around nothing.

He started kissing the Yeosang's jaw, slowly going down, chin, neck, collarbone to his nipples where he gave them shameless sucks. Yeosang felt so immersed, the tiredness became more exciting for both of them. His member returning to hardness needed attention, but he was so focused on Seonghwa's soft lips on his chest that he ignored the tension forming in his belly. Park followed with slower movements of his tongue while he also masturbated, testing his own patience. It was worth seeing Yeosang, irritated, finding his own way to "get his attention".

— Seonghwa, you're playing dirty! — he complained irritably, deciding that he would also irritate him, that he would make him wait.

Kang pushed his lord away with a weak hand, wanting to make him stop playing, however, he should know that he is not the one who makes the rules. Seonghwa grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. Kang's eyes widened in fright, receiving a disapproving look.

— I know I am, you prefer it this way, you don't have to deny it — he whispered between clenched teeth — taking the pain and displaying your grudge. So innocent.

Yeosang laughed knowingly, neither of them were pure.

— Innocence? It's just that you ripped it out of me — calmly, he stared deeply into the other's glassy black eyes — known as a demon, the one who commits sodomy even in broad daylight, never caring about who's around — he said those words without any regret.

— I know, you helped me spread those rumours, have you forgotten? — He smiled wickedly over his full lips, biting them and pulling them slowly.

He felt the pre-cum smear his fingers, unable to wait any longer, he wanted to sink into Yeosang. He attacked his lips again, leaving his own wet member rubbing against the little hole. Park wanted so much to enjoy that moment, among so many others, this one seemed more intense, more unreal for several reasons. Without hesitation, he entered Kang again, who was anxious for that, he needed to have his lord coming undone inside him.

— Yeosang... — the velvety voice was so exciting, so close to his ear amidst drawn-out moans.

His arms began to tingle, he tried to move them a little to relieve it but it was impossible. Seonghwa, noticing the discomfort, picked him up carefully. He laid his numb body on the mat, pushing away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. Kang amidst the pleasurable chaos that was happening caressed Seonghwa's face and started a deep kiss, pulling the loose strands of his messy bun and closing his eyes tightly again, numb, listening to the hoarse moans and feeling his thighs still pinching.

The thrusts became rougher, his peak was so close, he felt that euphoria take over him, he shivered, staring into the black eyes. Park grabbed the boy's left thigh, lifting it up. Yeosang's flexibility was so admirable. The grip was immediate due to the quick action, causing a little pain for both of them, but that doesn't mean it wasn't pleasurable. He held his cheeks cursing, that irritated expression on Park's face was so erotic to Yeosang.

— I'm going to end up hurting you, Yeosang — the name mentioned between the strong breaths made Kang freeze, that adrenaline was probing him.

He received only a muffled laugh in response, he thought he could make Park wait. He was so wrong. He held Kang's body, changing their positions, letting him on top, Yeosang didn't even have time to understand what had just happened. Slow movements with his hips delayed his orgasm, not just his, so if Kang wanted to cum too, he would have to work a little.

— Are you tired? Come on, we're almost there — He held the well-defined waist with both hands.

Yeosang felt like a complete fool, he hated how Park always got everything he wanted from him. He swallowed his own anger because, at the moment, all he cared about was getting some pleasure using the other's body. Leaning on his knees, which had been hurt from so many times, he slowly projected his body up and down, determined to make it pure entertainment for Seonghwa. He let the moans stuck in his throat come out, choking on his own breath. That position made his sweet spot be massacred in a dizzying way. He ran his hand over his own torso feeling his cold skin, playing with his own hard nipples, staring at him with teary eyes, caught up in the rhythm they were in, his hair messy, sweaty and inert.

— My lord... he moaned weakly — I'm going to cum — the hands that were previously surrounding his waist slid down to his hips, guiding his agile movements while the sound of their bodies colliding filled the closed room. Park's focused on the younger man's desperation, making him go harder and deeper. Yeosang let out a drawn-out moan as his cum splashed onto Seonghwa's abdomen, feeling his own inteiror being filled up, but he continued that repetitive action until his legs shook and couldn't support him. He weighed down on the older man's body, who caressed the back of his neck without saying a single word. They remembered that words were still needed to resolve the friction between them.

[...]

Wrapped in the warm water, Seonghwa hugged Yeosang tenderly, wanting to keep their bodies as close as possible. Yeosang could barely react, his swollen eyes closed and his breathing wheezing low. It was routine for him to fall asleep and Park would end up cleaning him. That was the only time he really wanted to talk, that constant agony stole his thoughts, always reminding him how unhappy he was. He didn't want to get married, especially to young master Kang's older sister, and he knew that he obviously wasn't happy about that either.

The noble lady who spent her days learning to play Kayagum was not made for him. The nobles could not ignore what Yeosang had between his legs and allow a marriage between them, even though it was clear how unhappy all parties in that love triangle were. He wanted to find a way, but he needed the support of the little one who weighed on his body, and to admit that to himself. He ran his wet hand over his thighs, still making careful signs. Yeosang reacted, not bothered, just purring. Seonghwa remained still until he felt the tips of the younger's fingers delicately playing with his strands.

— I've never seen you with your hair down — He mumbled, almost inaudibly, in a drunken voice. He remained silent until he felt comfortable. — My lord, whenever I think of you, my chest tightens, it gets stronger when I think of losing you. It hurts so much. Those words covered in agony were enough to convey exactly what Kang meant for Park. That also disturbed him. He adjusted his soft body over him, clearing his throat, trying to get rid of the knot that had just formed.

— I feel the same way. And if you really let me, I'd rather become the moon, and accompany you wherever you go — I have feelings for you, Kang Yeosang — He explained with a choked voice.

He felt stupid speaking after those words escaped his mouth, even more so because of the silence that hung before them. He didn't know how much that impacted the little boy who barely knew what love was. He shouldn't have heard that, it only weighed on his mind more. He couldn't bear to see Park with his sister, but the same goes for being away from him. Kang slowly managed to move away a little, staring at Seonghwa.

— My lord, I've made up my mind. I...

His statement was interrupted by the other's lips next to his. It seems they had reached a consensus. I cannot say how the story of these two lovers ended, but their love would last forever.

¹. Hanbok. Traditional Korean dress.

². Kayagum. Ancient Korean stringed instrument.

³. Baji. Type of traditional Korean pants that are part of the hanbok.

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