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Sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains covering Yeosang's window. The golden rays illuminated the dust specks floating in the air, turning them into sparkling fairy dust. Birds chattered and squirrels scurried about the tree just beyond the window. Its foliage bore its autumn colors, painting shadows of amber and crimson on the earth beneath it. Bright as the sun shone, its warmth had begun to diminish with each step time took closer to winter. Leaves had already started to fall to the forest floor. Soon, the ground would be covered in crunching leaves, and winter's frost would wrap around the flora and fauna.
Yeosang rose at a sluggish pace. He silently stared out the window, idly humming to the blue bird's tune while his brain stuttered to life. A shiver ran down his body when he exited the warmth of his sheets. The chill of late fall seeps through his window. He wrapped his arms around himself, huddling his sleeping shirt closer to himself.
He sleepily ran through the day's tasks - cleaning the debris from the garden to compost, foraging for chestnuts, drafting a letter to the capital, and helping Wooyoung with jarring. He didn't know the first thing about making preserves, but his inexperience did nothing to deter Wooyoung's insistence. Yeosang grinned thinking about it. The second-youngest dwarf, Wooyoung had bubbly exuberance in spades. His style of affection bordered on smothering. Though Yeosang felt overwhelmed by it at first, he'd come to love it - not that he dared admit it to Wooyoung. If Wooyoung got the inkling that he enjoyed being doted on, he'd never hear the end of it.
Wooyoung seemed to be the only among the dwarves that didn't hold back.
Though Yeosang had been welcomed into the dwarves' relationship as an equal, he could still sense that they had reservations around him. He didn't doubt their sincerity, but many of them treated him like something delicate or precious. Their affections remained frustratingly chaste and gentle. Yeosang tried lending them grace - their time at the capital had been turbulent, and the eight of them were just starting to figure out what their new life looked like. The changes that occurred affected all of them. Surely affection would come with time. Yeosang reminded himself of those things, letting logic wash away his fear of inadequacy.
When he decided he'd had enough shivering, he crossed over to the chest of drawers Yunho made him. When he first accepted the dwarf's gift, he had less than half a dozen articles to his name. Yet, it appeared that every time he opened it something new cropped up as if delivered by a fairy. Yeosang was bent over, pulling on his underclothes when a knock thudded against his door.
"Ah- Yes?" Yeosang stood up, head tilting with curiosity.
"You're awake. Good-" The sound of the door swinging open followed, "-I'm coming in." Even before seeing him cross the threshold, Yeosang knew only one dwarf to be so audacious. Wooyoung let himself in, his smile entirely too bright for the early hour.
"Eh? Wooyoung- Is there something you need?"
"Hm? Well- Not really, I just..." He trailed off, his eyes unsubtly travelling south. His brows perked up at the high hem of Yeosang's sleeping shirt and his still-bare legs beneath. "Pardon me, I didn't realize you were still getting dressed."
"Oh- Um-" Yeosang grabbed the hem and yanked it down, his ears flushing. "Pardon my immodesty."
Wooyoung chuckled, "You've no need to apologize to me. I suppose I should have given you more time to prepare. Though, to be honest, you look fine just like this." He smirked.
Yeosang's cheeks flushed an even deeper rouge, and his mind short-circuited. What was he supposed to say to that? He'd begun returning the dwarves' affection, but he still felt completely lost when it came to flirtation. His heart raced as his flustered mind labored to cobble together a response.
"I'm just teasing," Wooyoung filled the gap in. Yeosang cursed internally - he had the chance to say something cheeky or coy. Instead, he just froze!
"Wh- What brings you to my room so early?"
"Oh- I wanted to give you something."
"Really? What?"
"This!" Wooyoung exclaimed before diving in. He seized Yeosang by the collar of his shirt and planted a kiss on Yeosang's cheek. He pressed his lips so firmly that Yeosang's cheek squished. Yeosang's head flooded with overwhelm. He scrunched his face as the other smashed their faces together.
He parted with an exaggerated sound, still holding onto the human. The dwarf quietly admired Yeosang for a moment with uncharacteristic silence. His and slowly slid down Yeosang's neck to rest at his waist. Yeosang swallowed, warmth kicking up in his stomach like a match being stricken. Wooyoung presses another kiss against his cheek, more gently the second time.
Yeosang's eyes fluttered shut as he weathers the sensation. Wooyoung's steady grip reminded him of how thin the gauzy muslin of his sleeping shirt was. The warmth of Wooyoung's hand seeped through the cotton. Wooyoung nuzzled him and parted abruptly. Yeosang internally bemoaned the loss, but the space did grant him some relief. He tugged the hem of his sleeping shirt down in hopes that Wooyoung didn’t spot his reaction.
Wooyoung grinned, "That's all. You can still help me with jarring, right?"
"Y-yes," Yeosang nodded. "When did you need help?"
"Hm... Well it's an arduous process, so probably late morning. A few hours."
"Alright. I'll gather chestnuts first thing. I want to gather compost in the garden, too, but that doesn't have any urgency."
Wooyoung's grin widened, "Good. See you in the kitchen, Snow. I'll leave you to change... Or don't." His eyes swept over Yeosang's body one more time. He winked before letting himself out. Yeosang tried not to think about the warmth of Wooyoung's embrace as he dressed. The flush on his cheeks remained all throughout breakfast.
He went about his task of foraging chestnuts with extra expedience. Wooyoung greeted him with a knowing smile when he returned to the cottage, cheeks ruddy from exertion. The dwarf gave him the sweetest, most indulgent grin.
"That was quick," Wooyoung said, sounding pleased.
"Well, I didn't endeavor to wander too far," Yeosang answered sheepishly.
"Good. I shall like to keep you near. For your help, of course."
"Of course."
"Here..." Wooyoung crossed over to Yeosang and helped relieve him of his foraging basket. He then stepped behind the prince, and lean, strong arms wrapped around the human's waist. Yeosang's heart leapt into his throat. He froze up by reflex, not fully cognizant of the motion around him. Wooyoung wrapped cloth around Yeosang's waist, his fingers grazing the human's abdomen as he did so. He brought his hands around and fastened the fabric around Yeosang.
"So you don't get too dirty," The dwarf explained in a hushed tone. His proximity made it so his breath tickled Yeosang's ear. Wooyoung presses a quick peck onto Yeosang's temple as if to reward him for staying still. He strolled back to his post at the stove and resumed his prior lightness.
"Wha- what may I do to help?" Yeosang asked.
"Well, I was just boiling the jars. You see, it's imperative that we sanitize the jars. We have to boil them..." Yeosang nodded along as Wooyoung walked him through the steps. The human quickly got to work as Wooyoung's assistant. He gathered wood to keep the stove to temperature and helped Wooyoung grab jars with long tongs. Once they'd finished that step, the real ordeal began. Wooyoung had half a dozen pots covering the cast iron stove, each with their own fruit. Apples, pears, pumpkin, figs and cranberries. Wooyoung explained the difference between jams, jellies and preserves (a distinction that went over the prince's head).
Yeosang never realized how tedious making delicious jams and jellies could be. He'd heard the phrase that a watched pot never boils; however, it appeared that the rule didn't apply to jams. They had to keep vigilant watch for the perfect consistency. Every one had its own ideal - from smooth to chunky. They'd spent so long sanitizing jars, but Yeosang started questioning whether they would have enough for such a massive amount of stuff. All of the boiling and bubbling raised the temperature in the kitchen. Yeosang felt sweat bead at his nape, and Wooyoung swept his hair out off of his face to keep cool.
After the first batches were done, Wooyoung instructed Yeosang to begin setting them in the jars.
"We're boiling them again?" Yeosang asked, brows raising with surprise. He never realized the sheer amount of work that went into making preserves. He thinks back to his childhood - all of the jam-filled treats he indulged in, how thoughtlessly he'd slather it on pastries and scones. He had no idea the toil and trouble the servants had gone through in the kitchens. Wooyoung nodded with an amused grin and walked Yeosang through what would be the final stages of their adventure.
"We'll need to let them cool as well," Wooyoung said. He set aside a few handsome cutting blocks that Yunho had crafted for them to house the jars. Yeosang obliged every order, determined to impress Wooyoung with his usefulness. Dwarves filed through the kitchen throughout the afternoon. Mingi commented on the delicious smell, and San begged to try some (which earned him a scolding from the head chef). Seonghwa and Hongjoong lingered around under the guise of breaking for a meal; however, when their stay extended far beyond the conclusion of their lunch, Wooyoung shooed them away.
"Vultures, the lot of them," He fussed, stirring their second batch of fig jam.
"I can hardly blame them. It all smells so delicious. I can't believe you usually do this all by yourself."
"It's not so bad. Just takes a while longer. Hm..." Wooyoung stepped over to the apple butter on the right side of the stove and furrowed his brow. He grabbed a small wooden spoon and scooped some out to taste. Yeosang watched as the dwarf licked his lips, face pinched into a contemplative expression. He extended the spoon (which still had some) to Yeosang, "Taste this. Does it need something?"
"Oh- Um..." Yeosang eyed the extended spoon for a moment. In truth, he hadn't touched apples since the incident. Even the sight of them put him on edge. He knew it to be an utterly silly, illogical fear, but his heart hastened and his stomach tensed nonetheless. "I..." He battled internally with his inclination toward politeness versus his silly fear.
Wooyoung watched the other, confused at first; however, as he observed Yeosang's fidgeting fingers and darting gaze, he managed to piece together Yeosang's state of mind.
"Ah, don't worry about it. Actually, I also wanted you to try... This one!" He grabbed another spoon and scooped up a heap of cranberry preserves. The dwarf blew on the steaming pile of red goop before holding it out to the human. Reassurance inclined Yeosang to accept that offering.
He leaned forward and ate straight from the spoon Wooyoung held. A dominant note of tart cranberry exploded in his mouth. His face puckered from the sourness, not quite cut through by the other notes. His eyes practically watered.
"Oh, my- That bad?" Wooyoung asked with a chuckle.
"Just, um- I think it needs a bit more sugar and perhaps a squeeze of orange as well."
"Very well, I..." Wooyoung trailed off, and his gaze fell to Yeosang's lips. He chuckled, a grin crossing his plush lips. "Snow, you've made quite the mess."
"Hm?" Yeosang's eyes widened.
"Your mouth, silly. You're such a clumsy eater... It's all over your lips."
"Oh-! P-pardon me," Yeosang moved to wipe it.
Wooyoung laughed, "You've made it worse! Here, let me..." Wooyoung licked his thumb and swiped the side of Yeosang's mouth. Wooyoung's finger grazed Yeosang's lips, causing the human's heart to leap into his throat. Yeosang swore he could feel the slightest bit of pressure at the tip of Wooyoung's thumb. The human parted his lips, quite unsure of what had possessed him to do so. He opened his mouth and sucked the jam-covered finger between his lips. Wooyoung's grin dropped, and he watched as if in awe as Yeosang cleaned his finger of the red preserves.
Yeosang flicked his tongue along the digit to assure that every last sugar grain and cranberry skin was polished off of the dwarf's finger. When he drew back, Wooyoung's finger popped out with a wet sound. Wooyoung stared at the human with his mouth slightly ajar.
Yeosang tilted his head, "What?"
The dwarf blinked a few times as if waking up from a daze. He shook his head and answered:
"I- The... The other side of your mouth, too." He said, swallowing hard.
"O-Oh. Here?" Yeosang pointed.
"I'll get it," Wooyoung declared. Without warning, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the offending spot. Yeosang froze up, a dizzying wave of pleasure crashing into him. Wooyoung pressed his tongue against the seam of Yeosang's mouth and, taking the implication, Yeosang parted them to accommodate the dwarf. He whimpered when Wooyoung's tongue penetrated his lips. His eyes fluttered shut, and arousal kicked around in his stomach. The taste of cranberry mixed with Wooyoung's own distinct flavor. Combined, Yeosang found the sensation absolutely heavenly on his tongue.
His feeble mind raced in an attempt to figure out appropriate reciprocal action. He'd gotten just about this far before with the dwarves, but he still felt utterly clueless regarding proper technique. Unable to cope, Yeosang grasped for the nearest thing to ground himself. His fists balled up the fabric of Wooyoung's tunic, drawing him closer in the process. Wooyoung reached up to cup Yeosang's face as his tongue laved across his teeth and inside his cheeks. When Yeosang's laggard brain managed to catch up, he began to mimic the dwarf's movements, swiping his tongue across the other's and trying to explore the dwarf's mouth.
Wooyoung let out a pleased sound. The noise went into Yeosang's ears and resonated down to his belly. Wooyoung started moving and backed the human up against the nearest hard surface, a counter. The preserves burbled on behind them, forgotten as they got lost in one another. Their bodies pulled flush, and Yeosang gasped at the friction between them. His legs clenched as arousal bloomed in his groin. Wooyoung reached between them and cupped the human's hardened flesh over his hose. Yeosang's breath hitched, and his hips bucked into the contact involuntarily. His insides burned pleasantly at the sensation.
"Gods," Wooyoung whispered against Yeosang's lips. "I just want to take you right here."
Yeosang's eyes rolled back, and his hips flinched again. The mental image of being splayed out on the kitchen counter, utterly at Wooyoung's mercy for all to see made him swelter with want. He wanted it so bad, but the treacherous vein of logic that ran through him screamed above the noise.
"The- the jams," Yeosang breathed out. "They'll burn..."
Wooyoung chuckled, "Oh, Snow." He backed off with a grin and sighed. The dwarf pressed a final kiss atop Yeosang's forehead before turning away, back toward the stove. Yeosang frowned. He couldn't help feeling as if he'd done something wrong - like he'd been playing a game that nobody told him the rules of. Was Wooyoung upset with him?
"S-sorry," He apologized for shifting the mood. "I just- a-all of your hard work."
Wooyoung glanced over his shoulder, an expression of surprise on his face, "What ever do you have to be sorry for? Though I hate to admit it, you're right. It'd be a shame for hours of our hard work to go to waste. Plus, it would impact our food stores for the winter. Come on-" he nodded toward the other half of the stove, "-I think the apple butter is nearly done."
"Y-yes, of course." Yeosang nodded. He blushed, embarrassed that his arousal still bloomed while the other had already moved onto fixing the cranberries. Wooyoung didn't seem to mind one bit. It astonished Yeosang how quickly the dwarf got over things. He wondered what it'd be like not to stew in uncertainty or question every interaction he had.
"It's okay, by the way," Wooyoung said. "Really." He flashed the human a brilliant smile.
"Hm?"
"If you don't want to. I know you haven't... You haven't laid with any of us as of yet. You don't have to, you know."
Yeosang halted his stirring and quirked a confused brow at the dwarf, "What ever do you mean?"
"I mean you've no need to feel pressured to sleep with one of us. It's alright if you don't want to."
"But I do want to." Yeosang answered bluntly before thinking through his words.
"Eh?"
"Why- why would you think otherwise?"
"Well I just thought, because- well, we were- and then you talked about the jams..."
"I... I meant what I said, Wooyoung. I didn't want our hard work to go to waste." Yeosang didn't understand why the dwarf would think he meant aught else. "Is that- is that your impression? You think that I don't want to...?"
"W-Well, you haven't with any one of us, and with how we woke you up, I thought- well, I don't know what I thought."
Yeosang's brows furrowed. Was that true? Wooyoung thought he didn't have intimate interest in them? He pondered if that was the reason the dwarves had handled him so delicately. He supposed that he had his own part to play in their impression as well. He had never dared push for anything before. For some reason, Yeosang was under the impression the dwarves would initiate things. He questioned that assumption after hearing Wooyoung's words. True, Yeosang was nervous about it, but if honest expression on his part was what they needed...
"I'd like very much for any one of you to take me in any way you like. Well, I suppose it needn't be just one of you at a time." He declared, frank and honest.
"Shit!" Wooyoung hissed.
Yeosang gasped and turned to the dwarf, terrified he'd offended the other somehow. Wooyoung's hand drew back swiftly, and he shook it while his teeth clenched with pain.
"Burned myself," The dwarf explained as he shook out his hand. "You'll be the death of me, Kang Yeosang."
"What- what do you mean by that?"
Wooyoung sighed. Though his shoulders slumped as if in defeat, the grin on his face widened.
"I mean that... That I like you very much."
"Oh. Well. Than-thank you." Yeosang replied, bemused by the dwarf's peculiar turn of phrase. He chalked it up to cultural differences.
Wooyoung grinned as if pleased by Yeosang's confusion. The human shrugged it off. Wooyoung had always been a tad quirky. If he found the human's misunderstandings endearing, Yeosang hardly saw fit to argue.
"Okay. Good. Good."
"Do you need any help with your hand?"
"Oh- The burn? That's alright. We should get back on task."
Wooyoung took charge yet again, and they resumed with another round of boiling fruits down, adding sugar and citrus, and watching them thicken to whatever desired consistency Wooyoung had chosen. Some fruits had been peeled and pitted while others were left in larger chunks. The day unfolded with cycles of preparation, cooking, jarring and cooling. Yeosang wore a thin coat of sweat by the time they sealed the last jar. A heap of pots sat piled atop the counter nearby, and splatters covered the treated wooden surface. Though he enjoyed sweets, Yeosang feared if he had one more spoon of preserves he'd seize up from the sweetness. He craved savory and salt to cut through the sugar that'd suffused him throughout the day.
"It smells amazing in here," Seonghwa praised with a smile. "A-Are we allowed in the kitchen again?"
Wooyoung nodded, wiping the sweat off his brow, "I'll allow it. But if I see any of you breaking into these jars before they've cooled, I'm switching out the sugar in your tea for salt."
Seonghwa winced at the threat and nodded, "You two ought to rest. I can take care of dinner."
"Hm?" Wooyoung raised his brows, surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Yes! I can't believe you'd want to keep working in here after all of that. You realize the sun's nearly set, don't you?"
"Oh-?" Wooyoung and Yeosang's gazes drew to the windows across the space. To their surprise, Seonghwa was right. Orange and amber hues filled the sky, indicating the sun's departure from their half of the planet. "So it is."
"Go on now!"
"Thank you~" Wooyoung singsonged. He pressed a peck atop Seonghwa's cheek before strolling toward the sofa in the living area. Yeosang tottered behind him. He paused briefly next to Seonghwa with the inclination to do the same, but once the eldest dwarf gazed at him with those starry eyes, Yeosang lost his nerve. He flashed the dwarf an awkward, tight-lipped smile before settling on the sofa. Wooyoung set the kettle over the hearth so they could enjoy a cup of tea before eating with the rest of the household (or at least those who remembered to eat in the midst of their project).
Once the kettle started whistling, the dwarf served both himself and Yeosang a steaming mug. Yeosang stared into his mug with warm cheeks and butterflies in his chest. Wooyoung asked him how he found the entire jam ordeal. In the past, Yeosang would likely have answered with something brief and polite. He'd have expressed how grateful he was to help and prayed for the other's approval. While he did feel grateful and he had enjoyed his time, something about Wooyoung instilled Yeosang with complete comfort.
He replied with honesty, acknowledging that he enjoyed it but it was hard work. Wooyoung made it so easy for him to trail off, and without realizing it, Yeosang trailed off on a tangent about his past, how he never knew what being in the kitchen entailed, how one of his teachers had a soft spot for him and would sneak him extra jam and scones. Conversation flowed out of Yeosang with a readiness he didn't know himself capable of. Wooyoung nodded, laughed, and listened with a warm glimmer in his eyes. It wasn't until their mugs of tea had been drained that Yeosang realized how long they'd gone on.
Savory, herbal aromas began wafting from the kitchen, indicating that dinner was nearly finished. Other dwarves trickled in from their corners of the property. Eventually, Yeosang and Wooyoung joined everyone at the long table in the dining room. (Yeosang had been most impressed to learn that the beautiful piece had been crafted by Yunho himself.) Yeosang enjoyed sitting back and listening to them speak. San was working on some ore they'd gathered on their last mining expidition, and Jongho had tasked himself with crafting new nails to help with some minor cottage repairs. They all asked after Wooyoung and Yeosang's task, eager to reap the rewards for the hard work.
Wooyoung played at being huffy, irritated that their hours of work wouldn't be allowed to rest for even a night; however, he had the softest of hearts. Minutes later a jar sat open in the middle of the table, its contents spread across scones and coating everyone's lips. Just as they'd gradually entered the kitchen, the dwarves dismissed themselves in small, infrequent waves. Some excused themselves to continue with their work while others chose to retire to the living room or their personal quarters. Yeosang's gaze followed Yunho and Mingi as they ascended the stairs together. He watched the way that Yunho's hand rested at the small of Mingi's back - a simple yet evocative gesture. A small pang of envy struck the human's heart.
"You're pouting," Wooyoung said, pulling Yeosang from his daze.
The human blinked, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, "Pouting? I am not."
Wooyoung giggled, "You were a little bit. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Nothing is the matter." And truly, Yeosang conceded he had nothing to worry about, no logical reason to feel amiss. Yet his heart twisted and tangled with conflict. In the past he would have buried any negative feelings and masked them, but he no longer had to do such a thing. Now he felt comfortable expressing his feelings... If only he could find the right words. Yeosang floundered as he attempted to piece together a way to describe his condition. He felt utterly blissful in the midst of his partners. Their adoration had been ensured, and yet he still craved more. Like an itch that he couldn't reach, his desire nagged at him.
"You know you can tell me anything, right? If something was wrong?"
"Y-Yes, of course."
Wooyoung eyed Yeosang, dubious. His suspicion dropped off quickly, and he shrugged, standing up to tidy the kitchen. Without prompting, Yeosang followed suit and helped Wooyoung gather the abandoned plates, mugs, and cutlery. He took up the task of scraping off scraps into a cask for fertilizer while Wooyoung washed dishes. He joked about how Mingi promised he'd come up with self-cleaning dishes one day. Save for a few remarks here and there, the two cleaned in peaceful silence. Yeosang's body felt heavy as they finished up in the kitchen. He longed for a soft surface to flatten himself against. His morning that he'd spent gathering chestnuts felt as if it'd happened years ago.
"Which one of these did you want to try?" Wooyoung asked, nodding toward the collection of jars filling the counters.
Yeosang's brows raised, "Try? Are you sure? We already opened the cranberry this evening. I don't want to be wasteful."
Wooyoung grinned, "Please, with these locusts at least one of each will be open by the end of the week. Besides, we did all the hard work. We get first pick."
Yeosang considered the assortment of jars. After going back and forth he pointed to a jar of fig jam. He'd enjoyed the bit he tried before - the musky notes combined with the subtle lift of vanilla coated his tongue so pleasantly. Removing the seeds had been an particularly labor intensive part of the process, too, which made Yeosang eager to get the payoff of the final product. Wooyoung's smile widened, and he grabbed the respective jar of preserves.
"Wait- If we try that here, won't everyone want some?" Yeosang chuckled.
"My thought exactly. We'll have to hide... Follow me." Wooyoung held a finger to his lips, feigning stealth as he stalked toward the stairs. Yeosang followed after the dwarf on his own tiptoes - half serious, half indulgent. The two crept up the wooden stairs (which still creaked despite of their best efforts). Wooyoung led Yeosang down the corridor and to the left, into a narrower hallway. Finally, he took him to the second door on the right and slowly let them in. Yeosang suppressed a gasp as he passed the threshold. He had a general idea of the cottage's layout, but he still hadn't explored every room.
For the first time, he found himself in Wooyoung's personal quarters.
The bedroom boasted much more life than Yeosang's did. A round window on the far wall let in silver moonlight, illuminating the cozy space. A leafy pattern painted in desaturated tones cascaded down the walls like ivy. Shiny rocks and errant jewelry littered the surfaces of his vanity and chest drawers while watercolor landscape paintings decorated the walls. His sheets were white and crisp but slightly mussed from the prior night. An impractical amount of cushions sat heaped atop the mattress, and a few had even spilled onto the floor beneath. Wooyoung stepped forward with confidence in the dark. He deftly struck a match and proceeded to light candles until warm amber light filled the room.
"You don't have to just stand there!" Wooyoung chuckled. "Come here-" He gestured to the bed.
Yeosang stopped gawking and obliged the dwarf, joining him on his bed, "Wait- Won't eating on your bed make a mess?"
"What?"
"And what are we going to eat with the fig jam? Did you grab a spoon?"
Wooyoung stared at Yeosang owlishly for a moment, and the human briefly feared he'd somehow done or said something wrong. Before he could wallow in anxiety too much, the dwarf blossomed into laughter. Yeosang wondered if there was some joke or cultural norm he'd somehow missed. He patiently waited for the other to explain his amusement. After a few moments, Wooyoung noticed the human's bafflement, and his laughter faded. He grinned ear to ear, looking not unlike a fox approaching a bird's nest, ready to plunder its unsuspecting eggs.
"You're right. I didn't think of that. Guess we'll need to be very, very careful." Without breaking eye contact, Wooyoung broke the seal they'd carefully placed on the jar. He set the lid aside and dipped two fingers into the caramel-colored concoction. Yeosang watched, for some reason utterly rapt, as Wooyoung scooped out a generous helping onto his index and middle fingers. The glob of jam nearly topped onto the white blanket beneath, but Wooyoung moved before anything could spill.
The way he dipped his fingers into his mouth looked far from careful. Yeosang's gaze became entangled in the sight; Wooyoung pushed his fingers between his plush lips, hollowing his cheeks as he drew them out at an agonizing pace. His eyes fluttered shut which caused his long, dark lashes to fan out across his cheekbones.
"Mmm." He hummed lowly. Arousal smacked Yeosang, causing his skin to tingle and flush. He swallowed nervously and shuffled around to vent some of his anxious energy. When Wooyoung opened his eyes, Yeosang's own gaze had to dart away, shy. The dwarf held the jar up and added.
"You should try some."
Yeosang suspected that he wouldn't look nearly as fetching trying to scoop jam into his mouth with his bare hands.
"I- I fear I may make a mess of your bed," He sputtered out. In an attempt to indulge the other, he reached out toward the jar, but his hand quivered, making him lose all confidence. He drew it back into his lap and looked away.
"That's okay. I don't mind a bit of a mess. I can be messy sometimes, too."
"Well, I imagine it's quite different when someone else makes the mess of your belongings."
Wooyoung chuckled, "Here then. Open wide. You deserve to know the fruits of your labor."
"Oh- You did most of the work-"
"Open. Up."
Yeosang obeyed without further remark. He parted his lips, the blush on his body deepening with embarrassment. Surely Wooyoung must have thought him incompetent if he insisted on going to such lengths. The human waited obediently while the dwarf scooped up more fig jam onto his fingers. He brought another two heaping fingers' worth of jam to Yeosang's lips this time. Yeosang opened up wider as the digits approached, and he quickly closed his lips around them to prevent any mess.
"Mm- Mmmm." He mumbled around Wooyoung's fingers. The fig jam had turned out exquisitely. When he'd sampled it prior, it hadn't cooked as long. Its time on the stove instilled it with a depth he'd not yet realized. The unique tang of fig married with comforting, musky vanilla, and the subtle acidity from citrus juice brightened it just enough to give it a well-rounded flavor without compromising its richness. Without thinking, Yeosang lapped up every last cloying drop, raveling his tongue between and around Wooyoung's fingers.
"Whoa!" Wooyoung gasped, yanking his fingers out of Yeosang's mouth. He watched the human with wide-eyes as if he'd sprouted a second head. "Your- your tongue- what did you do?!"
Yeosang's eyes widened, and his heart splintered with trepidation, "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I just wanted to get all of the jam off of your fingers. I was, um-"
Wooyoung shook his head,"No, no, it's okay! I was just- Just surprised when your tongue it went..." He made a vague twirling gesture with his finger. Yeosang tilted his head as he attempted to piece together Wooyoung's assertion.
"I... Rotated my tongue?"
"That-! That- Is that- is that normal for humans?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do it again."
"Hm?"
"Show me!"
"Oh, um..." Yeosang felt confused, but he humored the other, sticking his tongue out and rotating it. "That? It's isn't- it's normal for humans. It's just a, um, thing I can do."
"Uh-huh," Wooyoung muttered. He appeared more focused on staring at Yeosang's mouth than listening to his explanation. His silence extended far beyond what Yeosang would consider reasonable, and as a result, his concern began to mount.
"It's strange isn't it?"
"I think it's wonderful," The dwarf answered, still sounding slightly dopey.
"You- you do?"
"I- What do I do?"
"You said you think it's... It's wonderful?"
"I said that out loud?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Yeosang clutched his shirt in an attempt to abate his prickly discomfort. They'd had such a lovely time until he spooked the dwarf with one of his peculiar quirks. His reflex with discomfort was flight, and his body started to lift off of the bed before he could fight that instinct.
"I should- Um- I should go. Far be it from my wish to keep you up late. The jam was wonderful, though. Please let me know if you ever need help." Yeosang nodded politely before pushing off of the bed. Wooyoung lunged after him, managing to get ahold of Yeosang's wrist before he walked too far from the bed.
"Wait! Wait- Snow! You're not keeping me! I want you here!"
"You- you do?" Yeosang questioned. "Are you certain? You got rather- well, quiet. I thought that maybe..."
"No-! No, no, no. Sit down," Wooyoung patted the edge of the bed, and like a trained dog, Yeosang found himself inclined to obey. He clasped his hands in his lap and awaited Wooyoung's elaboration. "Snow, look, I- I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable or unwanted. It's just- you fluster me!"
"I... Fluster you?"
"By no intention of your own- of that, I am sure. You... You really don't understand the effect you have on people, do you?"
Yeosang's brows furrowed, "What effect?"
Wooyoung heaved an exasperated sigh, "Exactly. Snow... Yeosang, I- I want you here. I want you. I brought you to my room with the intent of seducing and bedding you. Of course- well, I suppose I should have asked if you wanted that, first. I simply thought-"
"You wanted to seduce me?" The human's eyes widened, and his heart swelled. The butterflies that'd fallen limp into his gut reanimated, fluttering inside of him with hope.
"Wh- Yes! Why do you act so surprised?!"
"You said you wanted to try jam."
"And you believed me?"
"Well, yes. Of course I believed you. I trust you- ah!" Without warning, Wooyoung dipped forward and bit Yeosang's shoulder, causing the human to yelp. The dwarf didn't hurt him, but the sensation certainly gave the human a startle.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I don't know how to cope with you, I fear."
"Well... If you wanted to bed me, why would you not simply say so?"
"That wouldn't be very seductive, now, would it?"
Yeosang considered it. He knew little to nothing regarding romance and flirtation. What little awareness he had was gleaned from books; however, in comparison to real life, he found those impressions rather lacking. Bashful warmth flooded his cheeks, and he shrunk away from the other.
"I... I don't know," He admitted. Compared to Wooyoung, Yeosang felt himself utterly inadequate in all things romantic, and now his ineptitudes unsettled one of his partners. The noble wished that he could reciprocate the dwarves' affections in the way they deserved. Instead he fumbled about, leading them into awkward situations. No wonder none of them dared touch him intimately. "Pardon me. I- I've never done any of this. I never had the opportunity to court anyone, and, well- I understand it is not an excuse."
"Hush." Wooyoung demanded, actually placing a finger atop Yeosang's lips to stop him. "You do not need to be pardoned. Everyone has their own perspective and needs. We are still learning one another, and this evening, I have learned that perhaps you - at least for now - need something a little more direct. Am I right?"
Yeosang hesitantly nodded.
The dwarf smiled sweetly and tucked some loose strands of hair behind Yeosang's ear, "I shouldn't have assumed you would understand all of my cues immediately. Even with how long we've lived together, this part of our relationship is still so new."
"Thank you for understanding. I... I will do my best, too- to understand you."
"Yes, well, you needn't worry about me. I'm the least shy of us all. If there's anyone who will speak plainly, it's me."
With a glimmer of hope, Yeosang turned closer toward the dwarf. His heart pounded in his chest as he made his own attempt at boldness.
"Then speak plainly. Tell me what you truly feel, Wooyoung."
The dwarf's warm smile stretched yet again into something greedy.
"I feel that your tongue is a glorious, glorious thing. So glorious, in fact, that the mere thought of its applications rendered me speechless. And I feel that I want to lay with you tonight and remain tangled until the sun is coming up."
Yeosang felt as if he'd been hit over the head, overwhelmed with affection and desire. His mind struggled to piece together a verbal response. All of those words sounded extremely pleasing to him, yet he struggled to say even that. His hands fidgeted in his lap, and his eyes darted around timidly.
"Was that too much?" Wooyoung asked after a beat of silence.
"N-No. Not at all. I asked for honesty, and I appreciate that you gave me such. I- I just- I would like that. Too." The prince stuttered out. "Pardon me. I- this is my... My first time doing this- being so forthright and- and indulging in such intimacy."
Wooyoung tilted his head, "When you say indulging in such intimacy... Surely you don't mean- you haven't laid with someone?" Yeosang shook his head, eliciting a gasp from the dwarf. Wooyoung's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. The dwarf's shock made Yeosang feel even more bashful than before. "What?! But- How? You- you're stunning, and- I mean between all of us- you never really?"
Yeosang shrugged, "I was... Quite young when my father passed, and when my stepmother took over, she saw to it that I would not associate with my peers in court. I've only read about such etiquette. Of course, upon cohabitating with you lot, I came to learn that dwarves do things rather differently. I've been adjusting ever since."
"You're adjusting but you've never...?"
"Not while conscious," Yeosang joked.
"But I thought- Surely one of them would have..."
Yeosang didn't understand Wooyoung's shock. Did the dwarves not talk amongst one another? Even Wooyoung himself was in part culpable for Yeosang's lack of intimate experience - not that Yeosang begrudged him for it. He simply hadn't been propositioned by any of the dwarves in such a way. He'd tried not to read into it too much, but he assumed the dwarves had their reasons. Wooyoung's reaction indicated something to the contrary.
"I thought that, perhaps, it was something cultural for you all."
"Mmm. Not quite, my dear Snow. Trust we do nothing but sing your praises in your absence. That's why it surprises me so." Wooyoung's grin widened again, and his eyes darkened, lids falling heavy over them. "However, if I must be the first one to walk you down the primrose path, then walk we shall."
"Wh- What about the others. Should we tell them?" Yeosang asked sincerely. He still wasn't entirely sure how the multitude of partners was supposed to operate. Thus far everyone kissed one another, and he had the awareness that many of them slept together, too. Beyond that, he hadn't connected any more puzzle pieces.
"Do you want to?"
"I... I don't know. I don't think so? Would they be terribly mad?"
Wooyoung laughed, "Of course not. Jealous? Yes, of course- in the most amicable of ways, but only because everyone is dying to get their hands on you. That is the nature of this relationship. To be open with one another. To freely give and accept love. So, please, Yeosang, I beg you: accept my love this evening."
Yeosang hesitated for a moment. He rehashed Wooyoung's words in his mind like a lesson he needed to commit to memory. It went against his very gut instinct to so readily accept love, but he knew that was precisely the reason he needed to indulge himself. He had turned the page to a new chapter in his life, one where he was allowed to be honest and have things he wanted, nice things.
"Yes. I- I accept your love. This evening and- and always," Yeosang answered. His voice came out small, but his words were earnest.
"Thank gods, I was getting so tired of speaking," Wooyoung joked. Before Yeosang could drag the conversation out further, the dwarf leaned forward to press their lips together. Yeosang's eyes fluttered shut, and a wave of tingling pleasure washed over him. He happily let Wooyoung take the lead, doing his best to respond in kind. He obliged Wooyoung's tongue when it prodded at his lips gently.
Wooyoung's hands ran down the sides of Yeosang's body and rested at his hips. He scooted closer so their bodies could press against one another. Yeosang, still rather unsure but very wanting, slid his hands up and down the dwarf's body. He didn't know where they ought to land - Wooyoung's chest? His sides? His shoulders? He settled for balling them up in the fabric of the dwarf's shirt. His heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears along with the soft smacking of their lips. The way Wooyoung rubbed little circles atop Yeosang's thigh burned the human from the inside out. He squirmed to vent the prodding sensation of warmth stinging his insides.
When Wooyoung drew back, Yeosang whimpered. His lips chased those of the dwarf, but Wooyoung remained unmoved by his desperation. The dwarf grinned and started moving downward. Yeosang sighed happily as warm lips grazed his jaw and the tender skin of his neck. He leaned over and pressed kisses along Wooyoung's shoulder in hopes of reciprocating. The dwarf's skin smelled of sugar, fruit, spice and firewood. Yeosang found the scent utterly intoxicating, like a potent drought of comfort injected straight inside of him. He let out a contented sigh without realizing it, and the sound spurred Wooyoung into further action.
The dwarf ventured lower, the noise of his kissing muffled between them. Every kiss he left imprinted on Yeosang like a burn. With each one, Yeosang felt like a rope drawn more and more taut. Goosebumps prickled his skin, and his nipples hardened beneath the coarse cotton of his tunic. Wooyoung deftly untied the lacing keeping the top fastened around Yeosang's torso. The billowy fabric began to spill out over Yeosang's shoulders which gave the dwarf more skin to chart. Yeosang fussed internally - he wanted to give Wooyoung similar treatment, too. It took the human momentous effort to move properly. He unfastened his white-knuckled fists from the dwarf's shirt and grit his teeth to focus on undoing it.
Wooyoung often wore his shirts loose and open around the neck, but even his customary feast of flesh paled in comparison to seeing everything. Yeosang felt like he was unwrapping a gift when he unlaced the dwarf's tunic. The expanse of tan skin beneath looked delectable - like a honeyed delicacy. Yeosang's hands roved across Wooyoung's exposed flesh, tingles of exhilaration running from his fingertips into his gut. Things he'd only dared fantasize about were finally coming to fruition. He'd dreamt of tasting Wooyoung's flesh, of handing it beneath his now calloused hands; however, vivid as his imagination was, it couldn't compare to the genuine thing.
Yeosang shivered beneath Wooyoung's affections. He pawed at the other, uncertain as to what else to do. Suddenly his memories of all those lurid books he'd read vanished. Wooyoung tugged at his shirt, twisting it around almost as if in annoyance.
"Take this off," He purred. Yeosang nodded and obeyed with swiftness. He could scarcely think, but listen? He could do that. Despite the warmth radiating between them, Yeosang felt a slight chill when the cool air of the cottage hit his skin. Wooyoung sat back on his haunches to appraise the human momentarily. His eyes roved across Yeosang's fair skin. He ran an appreciative hand down Yeosang's bare torso, and Yeosang's legs clenched in reaction, heat licking at his insides. "Gods, Snow- the way you're built..."
He licked his lips before diving back down. Yeosang let out an embarrassing mewl at the contact, and his back arched into the dwarf's touch. Though he wanted to make Wooyoung feel good, he found it difficult in their present position. It was far too easy to surrender to the dwarf's ministrations. Wooyoung trailed wet kisses down his sternum and across his chest. He took the liberty of tasting Yeosang's pectorals - from the tender muscle to the perked buds of his nipples. Yeosang's face scrunched, and he whimpered, another stab of pleasure striking his body.
Aimless and floundering, Yeosang reached down between them to rub Wooyoung's belly and hip. He went for anything he could reach, really. He felt as if he'd hardly contributed - even so, he could feel the dwarf's burgeoning hardness brushing his thigh.
"Ah-!" Yeosang yelped when, without warning, Wooyoung nipped at his chest. His teeth scarcely sank in - it was a mere nibble if anything, but the peculiar pain-pleasure actively sabotaged Yeosang's attempts at conscious thought. Wooyoung grinned against his skin before licking across Yeosang's chest to lavish the other half with similar harassment. Yeosang could feel his cock, fully stiff, stretch against the coarse cotton of his breeches. He'd brought himself to mere completion with friction alone. The added element of a partner proved infinitely more dangerous on that front.
The human babbled, "W-Wait- Wait- I- I want to-"
Wooyoung backed off, his lips stretched into a slack grin, "What do you want, Snow? Tell me."
"I- I want to make you feel good, too."
"Oh? And how would you like to do that?"
"I- I don't know."
"Are you sure you don't know? You don't even have the foggiest idea?" Wooyoung crept forward - so close that his breath bounced off of Yeosang's face. "Think, Snow. Think about your fantasies. All those lonely nights- what did you imagine then?"
Yeosang's head swam with recollections of his favorite flights of fancy. The more suitable question would be: what hadn't he imagined? He tried narrowing it down to daydreams that involved Wooyoung specifically, on the things he liked the most.
"Your... Your chest is pretty," Yeosang admitted, his voice nearly inaudible. "As are your lips- which I've had the privilege to know. Also..." His eyes drew downward, to the dwarf's lap. "Your legs."
Wooyoung's smile widened, "What about my legs?"
"They- they're pretty."
Wooyoung's eyes glimmered as he repositioned himself to sit back and spread his knees. Leaning back emphasized all of the things Yeosang most adored - from his thick thighs to his pronounced chest which popped out of his opened shirt. Yeosang's heartbeat hastened as he took the sight in. Wooyoung gestured with a nod, a silent "come hither", and Yeosang crawled across the bed to heed the other's call. Wooyoung grabbed him by the back of the neck and brought their lips into a searing kiss. With his spare hand, he seized Yeosang's wrist and guided it to his thighs, inviting - no, demanding - him to touch.
Yeosang squeezed, groped and prodded as their tongues twined around one another. He tried replicating Wooyoung's gestures, rubbing circles across the dwarf's chest and thumbing over his nipples. Wooyoung rewarded him with a gasp, and his back arched into the human's touch. His reaction emboldened the human to delve further. He ran his hands over Wooyoung's abdomen and down his thighs. In a burst of bravery, Yeosang even reached around and squeezed his ample ass.
"Ah~ Yeosang!" Wooyoung whined with a smile. He rolled his hips forward in a wordless request for a repeat. His doing so brought their arousals together, resulting in delicious friction. The pinprick heat of the contact sunk into Yeosang's skin and into his groin, like kindling thrown onto a flame. His hips involuntarily kicked forward, chasing the sensation, and he let out a groan.
Yeosang's reaction inspired greed in the other. Wooyoung smirked and repeated his gesture, insistently rolling his hips to make their erections rub against one another. Yeosang's breath hitched, and he gasped against the other's mouth. His face pinched into a pleased expression as Wooyoung led him into a steady cadence. Yeosang bit his lip to hold back shaky whimpers as the embers inside of him licked at his insides like flames creeping up a log. Wooyoung licked inside Yeosang's mouth, and one of his hands slid between their bodies. Yeosang jumped almost as if startled when Wooyoung's hand cupped his stiff arousal.
Damp cotton clung to Yeosang's member as the dwarf greedily stroked its cottony silhouette. It felt as if one of Yeosang's lurid dreams had come to life right before his eyes. Of course, his fantasies could not compare to the genuine feeling of it. Wooyoung parted from Yeosang after ravaging his mouth. He bit the human's lip and dragged it until it slipped out from beneath his teeth, pink and swollen. With a fox-like grin, he appraised Yeosang's state.
"Well, any ideas?" He asked, voice husky and soft.
Yeosang's thoughts lagged for a few moments as he contemplated the words. It took him a shameful amount of time to process the other's question and to what it referred.
"I- I'd like to do what you want to," Yeosang answered timidly. His fervent imagination had, by that point, failed him. All his mind could supply him with were the songs of Wooyoung's praises. He longed to gaze upon the other's bare skin with his own eyes and feel the dwarf's muscled flesh beneath his hands. He supposed that they could start there.
The human's voice came out almost a whisper, "C-Can you take this off?" He toyed with the fabric of Wooyoung's breeches. The dwarf appeared exceedingly satisfied with Yeosang's request. He obliged the human's desire with cheeky enthusiasm, grinning ear to ear as he shucked the garment without ceremony. His bare legs immediately drew the human's gaze. Yeosang's jaw dropped slightly as he admired the defined musculature and golden skin. His cock throbbed at the sight of thick, solid thighs and the hard cock hanging between them. Goosebumps pricked the dwarf's skin. Yeosang wondered how they would feel upon his tongue.
"You can touch," Wooyoung invited the other.
With shaky hands, Yeosang reached forward. His breath hitched upon contact. Though Wooyoung was covered in gooseflesh, warmth radiated from his skin into the palms of his hands. Yeosang trailed his hands along Wooyoung's legs, gradual and gentle. Wooyoung's eyes fluttered shut, and he sighed with contentment, arching into Yeosang's hands - a silent invitation. He resumed the steady grind of his hips, reminding Yeosang of how incredibly aroused he felt.
Yeosang could hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He was so close to the middle - to living out his fantasies and touching the other, but anxiousness and yearning battled within him. Part of him still harbored doubt about his capabilities as a lover. To put it frankly: he had none. Would his hands be satisfactory to the dwarf? The mere thought of leaving the other dissatisfied devastated him.
"You're driving me mad, Yeosang," Wooyoung chuckled. The thread of strain in his tone was apparent even to the human's rather oblivious ear. The dwarf took hold of the human's wrists and guided one hand up, between his legs, to the base of his cock. As if on reflex, Yeosang curled his hand around it. Clear liquid dribbled from Wooyoung's cockhead down the shaft, wetting Yeosang's fingers. The human tightened his grip and began stroking the other like he would himself. He determinedly willed himself to stop overthinking and allowed the repetitive action to take over, focusing on the dwarf's pleasure.
Wooyoung sighed happily as Yeosang began. His hips twitched into Yeosang's fist, and he leaned down to brace himself with hands on Yeosang's shoulders. Woo's reaction emboldened Yeosang. The human picked up his pace, flicking his wrist, utterly rapt at the sight of Wooyoung thrusting into his hand. The other looked more stunning than a painting, lashes fanned out across his cheeks, bitten lips hanging open while he indulged in the pleasure Yeosang lavished on him. Need knocked at Yeosang's insides causing his cock to throb with desire, but he didn't dare break his concentration lest Wooyoung suffer for it.
"F-Fuh- Hah-" Wooyoung made little noises, his expression animating with furrowed brows and twitching lips. "Mmm- Yeosang, I- I want..."
"W-Want what?" The human croaked out. He flushed, feeling undignified for not somehow intuiting the dwarf's need.
Wooyoung, however, seemed not to mind in the least. There wasn't an ounce of judgment in his tone when he addressed the other, slightly hoarse.
"Want to feel you inside, Snow. If- If you would want to, that is."
"Inside?" Yeosang squeaked. Whatever blood had been responsible for thinking rushed to his groin in a fervent deluge. Inside? Wooyoung wanted him inside- as in, he wanted to engage in amorous congress? To be taken by the prince?
"P-Please. Only if you'd like-"
"I'd like," Yeosang forced out before stupor sewed his mouth shit. He ran his fingers along Wooyoung's damp inner thighs and bit his lip. "I'd very much like that, Wooyoung."
Wooyoung let out a sigh, his breath shaky as he smiled. He bit his lips and captured Yeosang's gaze with his own, snaring him like a cat who had a mouse by its tail. He dipped forward and bit Yeosang's cheek. Such cheeky gestures weren't unheard of from the dwarf, but never had Yeosang been so aroused by the dwarf's horseplay. In his readings, being the "taker" - the penetrator - had always been portrayed as the traditional role of the dominant. The predator, some would say; however, beneath Wooyoung's powerful body, pinned by the dwarf's darkened gaze, Yeosang felt anything but. He felt like an insect staring down the silken web of an arachnid.
And he didn't mind it one bit.
As if sensing how cornered Yeosang felt, Wooyoung attacked again with another bite to his shoulder, then to his neck. The graze of teeth against skin had Yeosang's eyes rolling back into his skull. His entire body shuddered, on the cusp of coming from attention alone. Wooyoung concluded with one last bite and a lick to Yeosang's lips before lifting off.
His eyes appeared even more blown out than before when he said, "I need to be relaxed first. To open up."
Yeosang stared at the other, slack-jawed and heart pounding against his chest as if in an attempt to escape.
"Would you like to, Snow?" Wooyoung asked. He grabbed Yeosang's wrist and guided the hand between his legs, to the tender, delicate skin between his entrance and his sacs. Yeosang swallowed down his nerves. Open him up? He faintly understood the subtext; however, he questioned his own qualifications to do such a thing. He thought back to his hasty little episodes of lust and the uncouth way he jammed fingers inside of himself. It had been a means to an end for him, rough and clumsy - hardly suitable for his partner.
"I'd rather watch you," Yeosang replied, proud of the smoothness of it. Wooyoung's mouth cocked into a lopsided grin.
"Naughty, naughty." Wooyoung leaned over and reached into his side table. He drew out a vial of clear liquid and uncorked it, coating his fingers in the oily substance. It smelled faintly of vanilla and almonds, a pleasing addition to the warm musk of Wooyoung's scent. Wooyoung leaned back, resting on an elbow while his oil-slick fingers traced a line down his abdomen.
Yeosang tracked the line hungrily. His attention got torn between Wooyoung's teasing fingers and his shadowy eyes, ever fixed on the human. His breath hitched as he started to tease the flushed muscle around his entrance. Yeosang stared, utterly mesmerized by the sight. No illustration or written description could have prepared him for the genuine sight of it. Wooyoung drank up the attention. He glowed with cheek and mirth as he raked in every last ounce of attention Yeosang had to spare.
"Ah-" He gasped upon penetrating himself. Yeosang's eyes widened, and his cock throbbed while Wooyoung slowly pushed his index finger inside. The human watched in aroused fascination as the muscle gave, parting around the intrusion. The ring of muscle gives with ease, and he moves his finger in and out with practiced proficiency. Wooyoung bites down on his lips, little noises escaping his lips as his pleasure mounts. Yeosang gently massaged Wooyoung's firm legs and hips. He didn't know what else to do and, frankly, his mind could scarcely guide his body to do much else.
Wooyoung whined again when he added a second finger. Yeosang's cock throbbed half in sympathy, half out of desire. Though his fear of hurting the other remained, desire started drowning it out. He'd only felt inside himself, and curiosity overwhelmed him. How would Wooyoung react to his fingers? Would he twitch and fidget? Or would he ride them with a steady rhythm as he does his own? His body yielded with such ease, it made Yeosang wonder how often Wooyoung pleasured himself. The mental image of Wooyoung, prone on his bed, holding himself open made Yeosang's eyes roll back. His cock throbbed, spitting more ejaculate onto his abdomen.
Inadverantely, his grip on the other's legs tightened, drawing out another delicious moan.
"A-Almost, Snow. Must be patient- can you be patient for me?"
"Yes- of course," Yeosang breathed out.
"That's it. Good boy."
The term of endearment struck Yeosang like a punch to the gut. His body lurched, and he nearly bucked Wooyoung off with the force. Thankfully, Wooyoung rode it out as if professional. He smirked, pushing a third finger with more haste than the last. His free hand gripped his mussed sheets in a vice as he fucked into himself ruthlessly, face pinched into an expression of concentration. Upon regaining his balance, Wooyoung used his free hand to stroke Yeosang's erection a few times. The sound of Yeosang's moan bounced off of the walls, echoing right into his ears. He could hardly believe it to be a sound he made, but before he could feel shame, Wooyoung's hand slowed.
"I- 'm ready," Wooyoung muttered, voice shaky. He and Yeosang repositioned slightly to line up. The human's heart jumped into his throat. He could hardly breathe, strangled by anticipation. His free hand tremored as he reached up with no particular resting spot in mind. Wooyoung captured his gaze and smiled, eyes glowing with warmth. He grasped Yeosang's hand and interlaced their fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yeosang's heart swelled, and wetness flooded his eyes. He blinked the blur away adamantly, determined not to miss anything.
Wooyoung lowered himself slowly until Yeosang's cockhead pushed against his entrance. Yeosang gasped; however, he remained intent on staying as steady as possible so as to not to hurt the other. After a second that stretched on to feel like days, Wooyoung sat himself down further. Yeosang's eyes rolled back when he finally passed the dwarf's entrance and pushed in. The warmth was beyond his imagination - hell, it was practically beyond comprehension. He squeezed Wooyoung's hand in a vice, his other scrambling for purchase on the other's thigh.
Wooyoung began moving his hips slowly, taking more and more with each smooth roll of his body. Yeosang struggled to breathe. His entire body shuddered with exertion as he stubbornly resisted the urge to climax right then. Wooyoung wrapped around him, hot, slick, and squishy, molding to his cock with ease.
"S'okay," Wooyoung whispers. "You can move, too. This is your first time, right?"
"M-Mhm," Yeosang hummed.
Wooyoung's smile widened, "Good- Move with me. Slowly now..."
Yeosang obliged with timid hesitance.
"Oh-" He groaned and his eyes rolled back as more warmth closed around him. He rocked his hips with shy, minute movements. The thought of accidentally hurting Wooyoung filled him with anxiety; it warred with his primal impulse to sheath himself fully inside the other. Wooyoung let out the most beautiful little gasps with each movement.
The dwarf quickened, taking more and more of Yeosang with each lurch of his hips. He threw his head back as he sunk down, and Yeosang, overtaken by pleasure, closed the gap between them. Wooyoung seated with a soft smacking noise, joining the two together fully.
"M-Mmhhn-" Yeosang moaned, unable to help himself. He could scarcely describe the sensation of being inside someone - like every sensitive nerve ending was being lavished with a wet, warm massage from the body pulsing around him. Every twitch and fidget resonated across Wooyoung's muscles and contracted around Yeosang's cock, giving him an awareness he never thought possible. Had he his full mental faculties, perhaps he'd have been capable of reflecting more on the circumstance. There was a beauty to it - to the way he finally gave himself fully over to someone whom he loved who adored him in kind.
However, he felt on the precipice of climax and focused what little wits remained within him toward fending that off.
"Gods- You feel so good inside, Yeosang- Need you here," Wooyoung slurred. He reached for the human's bicep and tugged him to sit up. Yeosang could barely adjust himself before Wooyoung's lips crashed into his, more tongue and drool than tact. In that moment, Yeosang decided he loved sloppy kisses every bit as he did the chaste pecks they showered him with.
He took the dwarf's lead, lapping at his lips and rolling his tongue between them. Wooyoung moaned loudly, and his hips began swaying with more purpose. Yeosang groaned at the movement, his cock twitching with desperation. He chased the heat despite the impending threat of toppling over. The two scrambled to balance, a dance that ended up with them wrapped around one another. Wooyoung clung to Yeosang, blunt nails scraping across the human's back while he gripped Wooyoung's waist with the force of someone terrified to lose something.
Yeosang buried his face in Wooyoung's shoulder and pressed wet, uncoordinated kisses atop the flushed skin. The room filled with the sound of their coupling. It rang in Yeosang's ears so sharply, a stark contrast from his voyeuristic trysts in the past. He could hear their coupling so clearly - the slick slap of flesh joining, Wooyoung's wanton moans, and even his own labored breaths.
His fantasies never prepared him for the reality of sex - how all encompassing it was. Not a single one of his senses fell to the wayside. He could open his eyes and watch Wooyoung, beauty that he is, fuck himself on the human's cock, his own bouncing with the movement of his hips. He vividly heard their noises, tasted Wooyoung's skin and smelled his natural musk. Even his thoughts were utterly consumed, washed away by the bliss of it.
Pressure drilled into Yeosang's gut, flooding his cock. His body shuddered as he attempted to hold back the deluge. His grip tightened, and he started babbling against Wooyoung's skin.
"I- I feel- Feels so good- feels like- like I'm going to- to-"
"Fuh- yes- Yeosang, please, 'm so close, too," Wooyoung whined. He reached a hand between them and started beating his cock frantically. His hips lurched, and his hole clamped around Yeosang's cock even more tightly. Though his body still squirmed, despite the movement it seemed intent on trapping the human's cock in its slick, warm embrace.
"Woo- Wooyoung-!" Yeosang's body spasmed, and his hips slammed into the other. The fuse inside him had ignited, and the spark raced toward the compacted pleasure inside of him, a blaze ready to go off. Yeosang unintentionally held the other still as his hips bucked erratically. The human seated himself deep and finally, the pressure inside of him burst out.
Yeosang moaned loudly, his hips rolling as he came inside of the dwarf. Pleasure surged through him in waves, pressure venting through his cock and dispersing, leaving tingling euphoria in its wake. Wooyoung moaned, twitching and flinching until his body locked up as if nailed. He dug his teeth into his lower lip, and his face scrunched into an expression so pleased it almost bordered pain. He began coming, hot liquid spilling over his liquid and onto Yeosang's lap while the human still hadn't finished.
It felt like they stayed like that for ages - tangled in mutual ecstasy. Though they could hardly breathe, their lips collided again. Yeosang kissed fervently until his member started to tingle from overstimulation. He wiggled with discomfort and Wooyoung, ever perceptive, clumsily dismounted. Come spilled out of him, running between his asscheeks and down his thighs. The sight was so erotic, it made Yeosang feel lightheaded, and though he'd been spent, his sore cock throbbed with interest.
Wooyoung leaned forward and rested their foreheads together.
For once, he didn't have anything to say. Yeosang's heart skipped a beat at the intimacy of the gesture. Even when their sweat began to cool and the come grew tacky, the human hesitated to part from his lover. Part of him - a daft, paranoid grain inside of him - felt paranoid of parting, as if the other would disappear or lose interest upon taking what was coveted. He wanted to savor the joy of their time together lest it be snatched from him.
Thankfully, that moment never came. There was no ulterior motive, no wolf lurking in sheep's clothing or snark.
There was just Wooyoung.
The kind dwarf got off of Yeosang, dismounting completely with shaky legs. He dipped over to press a kiss - a sweet, gentle one that time - on Yeo's cheek.
"Let me find something to wipe us up, then we can go to bed," He murmured, voice strained from his loud moaning.
Yeosang nodded, uncertain as to what else he ought to do. He shivered (from cold, that time) while he watched Wooyoung maneuver around the dim room. Finally, he found some sort of suitable cloth and dipped it into a basin of water he kept in his room. Yeosang gasped with surprise when the cool cloth hit his skin.
It came as such a stark contrast to the feverish heat of their sex. Yeosang's skin immediately beaded up with goose flesh. Wooyoung took it at as a prime opportunity to tease the human's pebbled nipples and kiss him more. The two nearly pounced one another; however, their exhaustion led to much lazier affections, ones that did not bear orgasmic fruit.
Instead, the couple slipped beneath the covers, yawning between kisses. Wooyoung wrapped himself around Yeosang as if afraid he'd run away in the middle of the night. His clinginess gave Yeosang a comfort he never thought possible.
To be wanted, to be accepted, to be loved - he never thought such things would be possible for him. He'd resigned himself to a life alone, accepted it. Even prepared himself for it - at least, he started to.
Yet there he was, surrounded by love. Unable to escape it, even if he tried.
Yeosang fell asleep, warm from the inside out and grateful. So very, very grateful.
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Sunlight seeped in through the gap in Wooyoung's curtains. Though the light didn't initially cause Yeosang to stir, its persistence contributed to his dawning awareness. It took him a while to comprehend his surroundings. For the first time since being pulled out of the sleeping death, he awoke in a strange place. Dark-stained wood and cozy textiles covered the space, and a foreign weight draped itself across his body. Foreign yet so, so familiar.
Yeosang shuffled slightly, finding comfort in Wooyoung's insistent embrace. His cheeks flushed upon recalling their tryst the night prior. Wooyoung's presence reassured him that their joining was no flight of fancy or elaborate dream - it happened. It was real, they were real - their love and care for one another. His heart swelled with joy at the realization. Endeared, Yeosang snuggled closer and pressed a chaste kiss atop the dwarf's nose.
Wooyoung sighed happily and chased the sensation. Even in his state of sleep, his love for affection shone through. Yeosang couldn't help but smile at the other. He lavished the other with soft, featherlight kisses - on his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead. He peppered them across the dwarf's skin until his sleepy act crumbled. Wooyoung's lips stretched into a wide, sleepy grin, and he blinked his bleary eyes open.
"Good morning," He muttered, voice low and husky, slightly labored from overuse the night before.
"Morning," Yeosang replied, smiling back. He reached forward to tuck a lock of hair behind Wooyoung's ear.
Unable to hold back any longer, Wooyoung leapt forward and pressed their lips together. Yeosang's eyes fluttered shut, and he melted into the gesture, happy to let Wooyoung plunder him. They had burned out the initial frenzy of their affections the night before, leaving them lazy and lax in the most lovely way. Wooyoung lapped between Yeosang's teeth and inside his cheek. His hands ran up and down Yeosang's torso, clumsy from drowsiness.
Syrupy warmth pooled in Yeosang's stomach, a low, slow burn. The delicious friction woke up his lower half, and he started grinding his hips against the dwarf's idly. Though he enjoyed the stimulation, he didn't feel particularly inclined to doggedly pursue it. Instead, Yeosang was content to let his arousal simmer like that, languid and muted. Wooyoung hardened against him, but impish as he could be, even the dwarf didn't assert anything. The two kissed in the dim morning light as if they had no other cares or responsibilities in the world.
Yeosang nearly teared up at the sweetness of it. Morning kisses - a relatively simple affection - had always felt so far away from him in the past. Like something he could only read about or perhaps hear about. He used to consider it lucky if he caught one out of the corner of his eye - as if witnessing the dwarves exchange affection would allow it to sink into him. Yeosang pulled Wooyoung closer, praying that he would never have to live vicariously through others again. He insisted on pressing them flush together, eager to feel every inch of his lover, to reassure himself of reality.
Wooyoung whimpered, his own pleasure clearly spurred by Yeosang's gesture. He rocked his hips with more intention, and his kiss grew ever fervent. Yeosang mirrored the other, gyrating his own so they met one another. The friction made him shudder. Dampness leaked from his cock, wetting their skin and making the sensation even more satisfying.
An abrupt squeak of wood followed by a voice cut straight through their veil of intimacy.
"Good morning, honey~" San singsonged as he stepped in without any regard for decorum. It was jarringly apparent that the dwarf had barged in on Wooyoung many times before. "You're sleeping in a bit late this morning- was making jam so tiri-"
Wooyoung and Yeosang sat up slightly, and the moment their tousled heads emerged from the heaped sheets, San froze in his tracks. His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped, lips flapping around words incapable of passing through. His gaze darted to Wooyoung, Yeosang, then back to Wooyoung. Wooyoung indulged in the other's shocked pupil dance for a minute before finally having mercy and replying.
"Good morning, darling," Wooyoung replied, tone almost smug. For some reason, the other dwarf's surety made Yeosang blush. Overwhelmed by sudden embarrassment, he grasped at the sheets to cover himself.
"I- You- The- You- You- Yeosang! Good- good morning! I- I apologize! If I knew you were- well- I'd have brought another tea," San threw his fist - which had been clutching a cup of tea - into the air. The hot liquid sloshed around, some spilling onto his skin which made him wince.
On reflex, Yeosang apologized, "P-Pardon me, I- I didn't mean to..." He wasn't quite sure what he was sorry for. Still, he couldn't help feeling guilty for being present. Clearly there was some intimate routine San and Wooyoung had, and his presence had clearly interfered with their ritual.
"N-No! I should apologize. I didn't bring tea- and- and- you- I thought- I- well-" With each pitiful syllable that San sputtered out, Wooyoung's grin widened. Clearly, the younger dwarf enjoyed watching the elder squirm.
"It's- it's really quite alright. Pardon me for- for shocking you," Yeosang muttered, trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh, don't be sorry," Wooyoung responded. "San is just dying of jealousy because I got to have you before him."
"I'm not- that's not..." San's protest faltered with alarming quickness. The implication threw Yeosang's head into a spin - San? Jealous? Over him?
"I... I'm sorry," Yeosang frowned. "Should I have asked? I should have thought more-"
"No!" San cut Yeosang off with a raised voice. "Apologies, I just- Snow, you've nothing to apologize for. I just... May I...?" He waved toward the bed. Wooyoung nodded and patted the empty spot by his feet. Yeosang imitated the other, not quite certain what he was agreeing to.
San sat at the edge of the bed, setting the spilled cup of tea on a nearby table before regarding the others. He sounded much more calm after having a few moments to collect himself.
He sighed in defeat, his cheeks flushing adorably. Shyly, he reached a hand out toward Yeosang. Yeosang took the offering, his heart flipping when their hands joined - all while Wooyoung remained at his side. He realized it would take him quite a while to get used to the prospect of multiple lovers.
"I suppose Wooyoung wasn't quite lying," San confessed. "I want you, direly. I just- I never really knew- I didn't know if you were ready." He pouted.
"You had only to ask, San," Yeosang answered.
"Like me!" Wooyoung added, smug. "Now I get to be his first."
"It is not a race," Yeosang chided the other. "And even if it were, San, I assure you there are many other firsts that have yet to be claimed. I... I'd like if you'd guide me through them, too." Yeosang shocked himself with his boldness. He shied away immediately, overwhelmed by the way San gazed at him with warm, glimmering eyes.
"But I'll always be the first to know how lovely his cock feels."
"Wooyoung!" Yeosang scolded, face flushing.
"Wait- So does that mean- you- you haven't..."
"I- I told you. Many firsts," Yeosang uttered, clutching the blanket like a lifeline.
San's eyes widened, and he nodded with almost worrying enthusiasm. The prospect of the "other firsts" lifted his spirits to almost comical heights.
"But I told you, it is not a race!" Yeosang added, sensing competitiveness wafting off of the other two. "There's- there's still so much I am learning. Please be gentle with me."
"I'll use whatever amount of force pleases you most," San answered sweetly.
"I assure you, it's awfully fun when he's rough," Wooyoung added. San squeezed his nipple, causing the other to flinch away with a giggle.
He used his other hand - the one still holding Yeosang's - to lift Yeosang's hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss atop the skin. Yeosang considered his next words carefully. He glanced at Wooyoung - beautiful, mischievous and gloriously sleep-mussed - then at San - handsome, considerate and so endearing.
"C-can't we stay in bed a bit longer?" He attempted to sound coquettish the way Wooyoung would, but his tongue fumbles the words. Regardless, the two nod with consideration.
"Are you still tired?" Wooyoung asked.
"No."
"Ah, I see," San nodded, a wry smile crossing his lips. "I can-"
"All of us," Yeosang added. "We could all stay in bed... Just a bit longer." He pressed his lips together, anxiety curling in his chest like storm clouds rolling across the sky. He still wasn't sure how best to perform boldness or seduction. He had much to learn; however, the expressions on the dwarves' face assured Yeosang that he had a few very, very enthusiastic teachers eager to instruct.
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