camellia

Yi Sang shuddered as Dongrang’s lithe fingers danced down the apparatus, held in place by straps around his waist. It filled him with a surge of confidence he never had before, which was odd, considering not just the fact he was completely naked, but the man he was with.

Out of all of his compatriots, Dongrang was the one he felt the most nervous around. His gentleness with the little golden calf was as heartwarming to him as it was to everyone else… But something about the man made him feel shaky, on edge, and alert. Dongrang filled him with unease even more than the quiet Gubo, or Rim who would stare off into wide open waters, or even Dongbaek who filled him with boyish excitement and embarrassment alike. 

Eyes blown wide behind round spectacles, Dongrang traced a finger to the tip of Yi Sang’s invention. The little crow let out a stifled moan and squirmed. It was as deep red as his favorite camellias and curved upwards to ruin Dongrang from the inside, ribbed for extra sensation. The harness used a sort of nerve technology to make Yi Sang feel every touch and rub of the toy attached as though it were him, sensitive and throbbing and needing, begging for more of Dongrang’s attention.

“Please,” he whimpered softly.

Dongrang’s face lit up with delight, kneeling between Yi Sang’s legs which dangled off the mattress. “So you can feel it.”

Yi Sang bit his lip before answering. “Yes.”

Though it was fitted just as well as ever, Dongrang’s vest and shirt looked more and more constricting with each rise and fall of his chest. He had long since unbuttoned both a fair bit and discarded his bow tie, but Yi Sang couldn’t help the feeling that it was too much for Dongrang to handle. 

Maybe it was his imagination. 

An overactive imagination which came to a halt when he felt Dongrang’s tongue on the tip, lapping at it then in between ribs. Yi Sang’s breath came out shakily, watching Dongrang smile against the toy. 

“Do you like that?” His tone was smug. Triumphant.

A little unbearable, honestly.

“Ah, dear Dongrang…” Yi Sang heaved, the uncomfortable coolness of Dongrang’s glasses sending a chill down his spine as the other man pressed the toy against his face. “You’re going to make me go crazy.”

“Well, that’s not ideal, isn’t it?” 

“Don’t use my words against me — haa!”

With remarkable skill, Dongrang suckled on the tip before bringing it all the way down to the back of his throat, surprising Yi Sang with various strokes of his tongue. He had the poise of a man who had done this many times with men, which shocked Yi Sang even more. Dongrang had sucked him off various times, but Yi Sang wasn’t the biggest man and never would be. Oh, there were various augmentations he could get, but he wasn’t too interested in all of that. After the surgery he got after saving up a pretty penny as a young fledgling, leaving deep crescents on his chest, he began to take more pride in what his birth had given him. 

Still, it was fun to experiment with temporary things such as this.

“Good… Good boy,” Yi Sang huffed. Dongrang moaned against him, and Wings, he really did feel his actual cock throb. He began to once more crave Dongrang’s tongue flattened against his dick, licking into his entrance and exploring him, indulging himself in the taste of his fellow League member. 

Dongrang always seemed to take great pleasure in playing with him, sometimes even extending beyond the bedroom into day-to-day life. Yi Sang wasn’t sure how to feel about that second part, but he swallowed it down like it were pills. Relationships were odd sometimes, weren’t they?

But tonight was different.

Yi Sang’s fingers curled into Dongrang’s hair and shoved him down just when he was beginning to pull back up. With fingers in thick green locks and glasses about to fall off (quickly remedied by a nudge from one of Yi Sang’s digits), Dongrang moaned like a whore around the silicone. 

He loved it.

“You’re mine tonight, Dongrang. Understood?”

Dongrang hummed, nodding slightly. 

“Good.”

He rocked his hips, feeling Dongrang’s warm mouth in a way he had only dreamed of, tongue and lips around him instead of pressed against him or inside of him. Dongrang continued to drool and whimper like some kind of slut, a side of him he rarely saw. He was always the roughest of all the partners Yi Sang had had, in contrast to his cheerful yet sly and collected outside demeanor. Just about every time they were together he’d end up pressing his face into the mattress or lightly choking him, biting down into his neck and raking his nails into his thighs and back. For whatever reason, this raw, domineering Dongrang was less unnerving than normal Dongrang. 

This submissive, slutty Dongrang who took a dildo down his throat as though it was nothing was something entirely new. His face flushed akin to rose petals, or perhaps the pigment of red (maybe even pink) camellias. He took Yi Sang into his mouth fully and moaned against each motion of the crow, against each rib that popped between his lips, and…

Oh, Wings.

“You’re beautiful,” Yi Sang purred. 

And he really did mean it.

It didn’t take long for him to finish, slowly dragging out the toy from Dongrang’s mouth and plopping back onto the bed. Dongrang stood up and wiped his lips, sitting on the bed beside Yi Sang. Bright green eyes stared down at him, and for once, no smugness creeped up on his face.

“Did I do a good job?”

The question was earnest, a plea for an answer that wasn’t just betting on Yi Sang saying “yes”. He seriously wanted to know how he did, not looking for more fuel to his constantly growing ego. It worried Yi Sang how fast it was beginning to grow, and he feared that it would one day bring them all down.

But Yi Sang trusted Dongrang. He trusted him with his body and soul, and so he sat up and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and brought him in for a kiss. Dongrang seemed caught off guard, but he soon melted into it, allowing Yi Sang to explore his mouth with his tongue. After they parted, Yi Sang gave Dongrang the answer he desperately needed.

“You did perfect.” 

His eyes darted between Dongrang’s legs. He was still hard, and painfully so.  

“Dongrang.”

They locked gazes.

“I would like to take you fully, as you have done to me many times.”

Dongrang went silent, then forced out a laugh. “I suppose it’s… it’s only fair.”

“Hm?” Yi Sang furrowed his brow. “Do you not want it? We can do something else or stop. I —”

“No, Yi Sang.” Dongrang reached out and grabbed his hand. “I… I need this.”

Like birdsong, he asked over and over if it was alright, if he truly wanted this, and Dongrang would reassure him each time. He felt their connection skyrocket, as though the world was them and only them, these two inventors who met by chance and formed such an odd connection. For just this moment, his unease with Dongrang felt satiated. For just this moment, he felt Dongrang’s ego die down to a low hum. 

And so he stripped Dongrang, peeled him clean of clothes and exposed the somewhat bony figure beneath. Various moles scattered his body like stars, dark against the ghostly tone of his skin. Reaching into the cabinet, Yi Sang found the lubricant Dongrang had bought him, although this time it would be preparing Dongrang instead of himself. It was from K. Corp, imbedded with some chemicals from their HP Ampules that provided a soothing and pleasurable effect.

Dongrang always admired K. Corp. 

Running a hand down the curve of Dongrang’s thigh in between his legs, Yi Sang asked him one final time, “are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

With that final assurement, Yi Sang slathered his fingers with the lubricant and pressed against Dongrang’s entrance, rubbing at it then slipping a digit inside. Dongrang was quick to tense up. “Relax.” Yi Sang ordered. “Let me know if it hurts.”

“Doesn’t hurt at all,” Dongrang said with a smile, remarkably tight around his fingers. Yi Sang felt that familiar sensation of his cock throbbing again. How would it feel to be in him? To feel that tightness around him, bringing him deeper? 

Dongrang’s hand began to trail down between his legs, and with his free hand, Yi Sang pushed his wrist down to the mattress. 

“No.”

“Hm…?”

“I only want you touching yourself while I’m inside you.”

“Ah.” Dongrang shuddered. “Of course, Yi Sang. Whatever you say.”

Yi Sang smiled. “Good boy,” he spoke softly before pressing in a second finger, followed not long after by a third. He curled and scissored, taking great joy in Dongrang’s reactions, which quickly degraded into debauched moaning and cries of his name. 

A good boy.

When Yi Sang pulled out his fingers, Dongrang whimpered at the loss. Yi Sang shushed him softly, covering the toy which he felt as a part of himself with that same lubricant, rubbing more against Dongrang’s entrance for good measure. 

He asked one final time after lining himself up against Dongrang. “Are you sure?”

“Please, Yi Sang.” Dongrang sucked in a breath, broken down to a man Yi Sang had never seen. “Please…”

There was no need to deny him. Pressing inside slowly with each rib popping into him as they did with his lips, and it felt better than he ever imagined. Once he was down to the hilt, harness brushing against Dongrang’s ass, he took some deep breaths and leaned down to kiss him. Dongrang felt so soft and vulnerable underneath him, a perfect creature to take as his own, adore, and cherish. It wouldn’t last long, but why would that matter in the moment? 

That same slutty Dongrang returned with a vengeance, stronger than ever and completely irresistible. He begged Yi Sang for more, blabbering on about how thick and huge he was inside of him, whimpering under his breath that he always wanted this. 

“Hah? You’ve always wanted this?” 

I’ve always believed that in this man there was a trace of a whore.

It seems that I was correct.

“Y — Yes, yes,” Dongrang whimpered. “Yes, I’ve always wanted you to destroy me like this.” The words poured out of him unsteadily and rapidly, uncontrollable, unfathomable. He was a mess, a mess that Yi Sang was all too eager to indulge in, to ravish. It was beyond ideal. 

When Dongrang began to touch himself, Yi Sang bit at his neck and leaned up to lick the shell of his ear. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Such a good boy. And such a whore, too.”

He breathed hotly into his ear. “Say it.”

“I…”

Dongrang gasped as Yi Sang thrusted into the spot that made him unravel, shattering that ego which was slowly but surely overtaking him. His eyes were glazed over and then squeezed shut as the words fell out of his mouth.

“I’m a good boy…”

Yi Sang’s smile grew sharp, almost cruel. “And what else are you, Dongrang?”

Dongrang’s eyes shot wide open again, staring down Yi Sang. “...A whore.”

Pleased with his answer, Yi Sang leaned in for another kiss, stronger than any of the previous ones and going deeper than he ever had before. Parting with a trail of saliva, Dongrang tightened around him and threw his head back. 

“Yi — Yi Sang…!”

Thick ropes of cum landed on both of them, Dongrang panting. Yi Sang was fast in following, pressing his hips flush against Dongrang’s as he came, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck, biting down lightly on his shoulder to keep himself grounded. 

He pulled out slowly and steadily, embarrassingly soaked between his legs. Once his invention was off, he collapsed onto the bed next to Dongrang.

Dongrang quickly fell into blissful slumber, no trace of smugness nor ego on his face.

He was kept satisfied, even if just for another day.