K Corp’s sedatives are some of the strongest in the City. They calm the mind far better than any therapy. Perhaps that’s why they’re incredibly common on the black market, even far outside of the Wing they’re manufactured in.
Dongrang has practically an endless supply of them from work. He sleeps well, so there’s usually no need to take them. No, he keeps them because his beloved compatriot, roommate, and lover needs them often. Yi Sang has been plagued with night terrors and insomnia ever since he followed Dongrang past the fall of the League. He also has a habit of taking too many at once. There were many times he was in such a haze that he would forget where he was and who was with him.
“Dongbaek?”
“No, love. Dongbaek isn’t here.”
“Why are you — huh —?”
“It’s just us now.”
It was a song and dance the two repeated many times.
Now it’s different. Yi Sang has accepted that this is his new reality. Yet, for one reason or another, he still craves the sedatives. It’s somewhat troubling how much he wants to sleep. Lately, the exhaustion has come with a new layer to it. A very rare side effect only caused by long-term use of the pills.
Arousal.
After using the sedative for a while, it effectively becomes an aphrodisiac. It’s still a depressant, but the arousal aspect of it starts to go up the more you use it. This is why it’s advised to only use the drug for a maximum of three months. Despite the aspect of constant sexual stimulation being an inconvenience for many, there’s no real danger or risk of brain damage.
Usually, Dongrang would simply let Yi Sang masturbate alone. Tonight, however, Yi Sang has other plans.
Dongrang strokes Yi Sang’s hair as he lays on his side. They’re cuddling on the living room couch, Yi Sang’s head on Dongrang’s lap. “There, there.” Dongrang’s voice is silky smooth, coated with sick sweetness. “You’re doing such a good job. You always do such a good job. Are you sleepy? Should I bring you to bed?”
“No,” Yi Sang mumbles. “Not tired yet.” Dongrang has a hard time believing that, with how droopy his eyelids are and how gentle he is. But he takes Yi Sang’s word for what it is, keeping his hands running across black strands. He’s warm and soft in his hands. A taxidermied genius, a living ideal.
“Is there anything you do want, then?”
There’s a hum against his pants that continues until Yi Sang flips onto his back, his gaze meeting Dongrang’s. His pupils are blown wide from the drugs and he’s salivating slightly. He weakly reaches for Dongrang’s face and begins to caress it, which Dongrang immediately melts into.
“Dongrang…”
“Yes?” Dongrang waits patiently. “...Dear?”
After what feels like eons of waiting for a reply, Yi Sang’s hand falls as he spreads his legs. Not too far apart, but enough for Dongrang to notice.
His eyes scan Yi Sang’s body until they settle between his partner’s thighs. “Oh.” Dongrang brushes some hair out of Yi Sang’s face while trying his best to contain his excitement. “You poor thing. Are you sure you want that?”
“Please…”
“Come on, now. Are you really sure?” Dongrang keeps on smiling, purposefully teasing Yi Sang in the hopes he’ll become even more desperate. “Tell me what you want. Be nice and clear. I can’t know what you need when you aren’t using your words.”
As a response, Yi Sang drags his body up and turns around, falling limp on Dongrang’s side. Then he begins to kiss his neck sloppily. Dongrang squeaks at the wet contact, and he picks up Yi Sang before setting him on his lap.
Instead of staying in place, though, Yi Sang crawls down to the floor until he’s on his knees. Soon he’s rubbing his face against the bulge in Dongrang’s pants, huffing and whining. “Let me — let — I love you — please…” His words have a tremble to them and each syllable is punctuated with burning need.
Cute, Dongrang thinks. “Please what, now?”
Yi Sang takes a deep breath. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Aw, really?”
It’s slow and sluggish, but Yi Sang manages to nod.
How could Dongrang refuse?
“That’s just fine,” he says, rubbing his thumb across Yi Sang’s lower lip. Yi Sang’s breath visibly catches in his chest from the contact, choking out a gasp. His whole body feels hot to the touch and he’s resting all of his weight on the front of the couch. It all pushes Dongrang to desire to claim him further as his own and absolutely ruin him. Still, he practices restraint when he carefully unzips his pants and allows Yi Sang to take him with his mouth.
Pleasure shoots through Dongrang immediately. He exhales with a long sigh, a smile on his face. He parts his legs more so Yi Sang has an easier time taking care of him. Yi Sang’s lips are deliciously smooth and pleasant around him. He's also drooling far more than he usually does in intimate situations. His movements start slowly, dragging out and breathing deeply through his nose. Wanting him to go faster, Dongrang tangles his fingers back into Yi Sang’s hair, egging him on.
The hint doesn’t fly past Yi Sang, even in his hazy state. He continues at a faster pace, still taking his time but losing his inhibitions. Dongrang can’t help but to stare at how Yi Sang sucks him off, with the little crow’s dilated pupils seeming to absorb all light that touches them. They’re jet black and not as glassy as they usually are while he’s under the sedatives. No, they’re dull, but there’s life behind them that makes Dongrang feel almost ill by how real it is. There’s a real desire behind those eyes; proof that Yi Sang loves him. That Dongrang is needed.
“My lovely Yi Sang,” Dongrang purrs, continuing to pet his companion. “You’re doing amazing. At this rate, I’m going to cum down your throat. Would you like that, darling?”
Yi Sang hums. “Uh-huh.”
“Perfect.” Dongrang encourages Yi Sang to keep going, to keep on worshiping his cock while being as sloppy as possible. A devout and loyal bird. Tamed, well-fed, medicated, and adored more than anything else. And when Dongrang cums, Yi Sang’s hooded lids blow wide open for a moment until they flutter back down. “You’re so, so adorable, Yi Sang. That’s it… Swallow it all.”
Yi Sang does exactly as he’s told, and when he pulls off he’s quick to lick up the excess.
“Good boy, good boy.” Dongrang moves his hands to both of Yi Sang’s cheeks, making him focus on his face. “What a good boy. You deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Mhhm… A reward…” Yi Sang licks his lips in a drawn-out motion. “I’d enjoy that.” His sultry birdish gaze and strong blush are enough to make Dongrang rapidly harden again. Yi Sang steadily climbs back onto Dongrang’s lap, and their lips meet.
It’s intoxicating.
Yi Sang was usually a good kisser. But now, under the influence of K Corp’s finest pills, he’s far too sloppy for most people to stomach. But not Dongrang. Dongrang adores how needy and messy he is in this condition. It’s a Yi Sang far different from the one everyone else sees. The Yi Sang at work is cold and detached. He puts his intelligence to good use, always makes sure his table is clean, and rarely talks to his coworkers other than Dongrang.
Yet at their apartment, when the two are alone, he’s a different man. He used to struggle to even talk to Dongrang, having trouble trusting him after discovering how he betrayed the League, but now he’s become more affectionate than ever. After all, it’s Dongrang who gives him the sedatives that help him sleep, and it’s Dongrang who holds him when he has nightmares. How could he not eventually accept his love for him is just as pure and grand as it was in their hometown?
The others constantly snuck glances at him. Dongrang knew they were planning to take him away. But now Yi Sang is safe with him. He has him all to himself, and Yi Sang adores him for it.
All mine, now and forever.
Dongrang is lost in his thoughts to the point that he doesn’t realize he’s pushing Yi Sang under him, and now they’re kissing. He’s only brought back into reality when Yi Sang’s hips snap against his, both of them entirely naked. Dongrang is rubbing his dick against Yi Sang’s entrance, Yi Sang whining “pleasepleasepleaseplease”, and finally Dongrang speaks again.
“My, my. Somebody’s desperate.” He kisses Yi Sang’s neck and whispers against his ear. “Poor thing. I’ll give you what you’re begging for so sweetly if you do something for me.”
“Wha — huh — what is it?”
Dongrang pulls away. “Say you love me. I want to hear you say it again.”
“Oh, Dongrang…” Yi Sang laggardly brings his arms around Dongrang’s shoulders. “I love you.”
“Good boy.” Dongrang presses a kiss to his forehead. “I love you too. I’m going to put it in now, is that alright?”
“Please,” Yi Sang whines, “please…”
So Dongrang enters him and — fuck, he’s warm. Warmer than he’s ever been before. Not only that, but he’s just as tight and inviting as usual. Yi Sang adjusts to having Dongrang inside of him immediately, incredibly wet and welcoming. Dongrang heaves pathetically when he reaches the hilt, Yi Sang’s grip on his shirt both loose and unyielding at the same time.
Truly, this crow is the best plaything this world has to offer.
Dongrang is gentle and sweet with him, going at a leisurely pace. Their lips are brought together more, and after they make out for a small bit, Yi Sang urges him to go faster, but Dongrang clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Not yet, darling. Hang on a little while longer.”
“I can’t — I can’t.” Yi Sang is unbelievably whiny and desperate. A beautiful pet to toy around with. “Please, Dongrang, I need this. I need this.”
“Aww… Okay, okay. Since you asked so kindly.”
Their hips slam together as Dongrang picks up speed, eventually fucking into Yi Sang at an angle that makes his bird squirm and whimper. “How do you feel?”
“Really good,” Yi Sang responds. “Don’t stop…”
“That’s —,” Dongrang cuts himself off with a moan, “— that’s perfect, you feel amazing, I feel amazing. You’re so tight around me.” His lower stomach is getting hotter. “You’re perfect, I need you — I need this too — Yi Sang…”
“Dongrang…”
They kiss once more.
“Can I finish inside of you?”
Again.
“Please…”
And again.
“Thank you, Dongrang, thank you…”
And again.
Dongrang is on the edge at this point.
Yi Sang has now been pushed past it.
He climaxes and tightens around Dongrang to the point he swears he must be dreaming, that this was too good to be true. But he knows he’s entirely awake when he hears Yi Sang crying out his name repeatedly like a prayer. It drives him to near insanity, so much so that he's releasing inside of Yi Sang and whimpering.
Their bodies are both heavy and exhausted. Especially Yi Sang’s. It takes a minute or two for Dongrang to pull all the way out. He relishes in how his cum drips out of Yi Sang, staring for a moment until Yi Sang speaks up.
“Dongrang…?”
“Yes?”
“I’m really sleepy.”
“Aha, I figured you’d be.”
—
Afterwards, Dongrang does his best to clean Yi Sang. Though, it’s hard when he keeps nodding off. He eventually brings him to bed and wipes him down with a washcloth, kissing his forehead and cheeks before dressing him. Then he turns off the lights, making Yi Sang fall entirely asleep.
Frankly, Dongrang is tired too. So he holds him close and keeps their temples together as he falls into slumber.