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Jeongguk knows he’s not supposed to be here, if he gets caught it could very well cost him his head.
But with lack of any other solution, he wanders through the streets of the pleasure district at night, half his face covered by a sheer black mask. He slips into the shop right around the corner of the brothel.
Right as he walks in he’s hit by a smoky, somewhat sweet incense, takes him back to when he first came here.
The shop-owner looks almost exactly the same as years ago, eerie enough. Draped in different coloured sheer fabrics, deep purple, orange, red. They hug around his lithe frame, along with body chains with little stone pendants on them that he uses for god knows what.
He’s leaning over his desk, one shoulder slightly exposed, revealing that soft, creamy skin that Jeongguk still sees so vividly in his memories.
Scandalous.
“My, what an interesting visitor.”
His voice hasn’t changed either, smooth as silk. A smile pulls on those full, soft pink lips, twinkle flickering in those siren eyes.
It’s been years, but it still stirs something in his gut. Something about him is naturally off-putting.
Jeongguk closes the door of the shop and locks it, before he removes his mask and walks up to the desk.
“Jimin, if I remember correctly, right?”
He knows he remembers correctly. Couldn’t get this man out of his head for months. Must have cast some sort of spell on him back then.
“And the prince, if I remember correctly.”
Jimin says, slowly standing up right. It must be a jest, everyone knows he is the prince.
“Just call me Jeongguk right now, to be discreet.”
“ Jeongguk .” Jimin repeats, testing the name on his lips, unaware of the way it makes Jeongguk shiver. “What can I do for you?”
Jimin’s black hair falls gracefully in waves around his face, reaching his shoulders, tucked behind his ear on one side, just to reveal all those silver earrings.
“I’ve been having nightmares.”
Jeongguk tears his eyes away, but there is so much of Jimin’s skin exposed that it’s difficult to hold back. His elegant neck and clavicles are entirely on display, haunting Jeongguk in his peripheral.
Not even courtesans are this provoking outside of the bedroom.
“Pretty sure your family would have a doctor for that, wouldn’t they?”
The sentence is a silent stab to when Jeongguk’s father declared all mystic healers to be frauds, only letting those who solely practice medicine become doctors.
Jeongguk swallows.
“I’ve been to our doctor many times.”
Normally, anyone would be offering him any kind of help, but Jimin just nonchalantly turns around to straighten up his cabinets, uninterested.
He should have known Jimin wouldn’t take this lightly.
“I.. I’ve been many times, I’ve tried lavender oil, exercise, herbal tea, but every night I still wake up in cold sweat.”
“Mm..”
Jimin only nods, turns his back to him. It’s improper, not to mention extremely offensive to turn one’s back to the next emperor in line. If any of Jeongguk’s guards were here, Jimin would be ordered to be executed immediately.
But no one is here except him, he snuck out of his window, roamed the streets unguarded.
And as badly as he wants to intimidate Jimin, he really needs these nightmares to stop.
“I need your help.”
“The last time I heard that from the Jeon family, I got banned from ever practicing medicine again.”
Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, watches Jimin rearrange some of his plants as if that is more important than whatever he has to say.
“You know I wasn’t in charge of that ban.”
“But you believe I killed your mother, right?”
Jimin asks, that soft edge to his voice makes it a little creepier. Along with the way some candles suddenly dim a little.
Jeongguk is frozen for a second, watches the way the smoke of the incense dances, how it makes formless patterns.
“I know she had an illness that was incurable. I think the last time she ever felt good was when you helped her. So, no. I don’t believe that.”
“But your father does.”
Well, Jimin is right about that.
“Hence why I’m here in secret.”
He leans his hands on the desk, hopes it will catch Jimin’s attention. He’s got a fatal case of puppy eyes and it always works out, but to his dismay, Jimin won’t look.
“Well, I can’t help you regardless. As by your father’s ban, I don’t practice healing anymore.”
Ah, Jeongguk’s gonna have to play this card..
“But you do.” He says softly, tapping his fingers on the wood. “I’ve heard you have a secret space in the back of the shop.”
Jimin finally reacts; he freezes up, then looks over his shoulder, caught.
“You wouldn’t want me to tell my father, hm?”
That’s all Jeongguk has got left, really. Blackmail.
He’s desperate at this point. Every session he’s been to with his mother, he remembers how she always got a little better afterwards. He believes in Jimin’s craft.
Jimin’s eyes turn sharp, and he places his hands on his desk as well, leans in just a bit. Up close, Jeongguk can see how perfect that soft skin is, no blemishes or marks, it’s healthy and glowing, as if touched by the moonlight.
This man must be some sort of witch. He doesn’t look any older compared to 9 years ago.
“Be careful, you wouldn’t want me to poison you, hm?”
Jeongguk shudders, but it’s not just out of fear. Something about Jimin’s tone of voice elicits a different type of feeling as well, something hot, simmering in his gut.
“Will you help or not?”
He asks, not backing down.
Jimin looks at him for a few seconds longer, and Jeongguk realises that he kind of likes the proximity, but then Jimin pulls away.
“Follow me.”
They walk towards the back of Jimin’s shop, behind a black curtain, there’s a stairway that leads down. Jimin’s body chains jingle, and Jeongguk can kind of make out the shape of his backside in those dim lights that come from the basement, lighting up those sheer drapes, drawing a silhouette of Jimin’s body.
It’s enticing. Jeongguk has gone to see the courtesans many times, but none of them have such sensual body lines. Jimin moves as if he’s royalty himself.
“I must say, I thought I would never see you again.”
Jimin says, once they’ve reached the room. It smells even stronger here, the smoky incense, but there’s a hint of medicine as well, like he’s trying to mask it.
“Me too.” Jeongguk admits, looking around the dimly lit room, eyes a bed in the corner. “You sleep here?”
“No, it’s for clients, if they need to stay longer to heal.”
Jimin goes over to his cabinets, opens the doors to reveal a myriad of medicine, potions, herbs, flowers, just about anything that Jeongguk’s father forbid.
“You’ll have to tell me about your nightmare, otherwise I can’t help.”
“Okay.”
Jeongguk sits down on one of the chairs, eyes glued to the sliver of exposed skin of Jimin’s back when he stands on his toes to grab something.
“It’s a snake.”
Jimin looks at him over his shoulder.
“A snake?”
“Yeah. It’s the same dream, about a snake. It comes in the night.”
“Keep going.” Jimin says softly, looking through his cabinet, collecting some potions. “What does the snake do?”
Jeongguk closes his eyes, imagines his room; the dark silhouette of the snake approaching him while he lays helplessly in his bed.
“It wraps around me, starts slowly, from my left leg, around my entire body, so I can see it all happen.”
It’s been about a month of that same dream, he could probably draw it in detail.
“And you’re paralysed, are you not?”
Jeongguk blinks his eyes open. But Jimin doesn’t grant him a look, just continues collecting medicine.
“How did you know?”
“I’m more commonly known as a dream healer around here. I hear about nightmares often.”
Jimin starts to mix up some ingredients. Jeongguk watches him grind herbs, check measurements with utmost care. He’s got small hands, slender fingers, nails perfectly manicured, silver rings around every single digit.
“And then what happens?”
Jeongguk’s eyes travel lower, it’s a bad habit at this point, but the colours of Jimin’s drapes remind him of the brothel, and the smell of incense is making him a little lightheaded.
“It looks at me”
He tilts his head just a bit to look at, what seems like, tattoos along Jimin’s spine. It’s difficult to see through the layers of sheer clothing but he can make out dark spots across the span of his back.
“Does it bite you?”
Jimin asks, pouring the mixture into a little vial. It’s got a deep purple colour to it once he brings it close enough for Jeongguk to examine it.
“No.”
He shakes his head, cheeks burning up a little as he looks up at Jimin. This part he always leaves out to his own doctor.
“It enters me.”
Jimin blinks slowly, then sits down in the other chair in front of him, examines his face.
There’s an intensity to it, and he feels ashamed. But Jimin doesn’t even question it, he just eyes over him, dares to ask him an even more embarrassing question.
“Where?”
Jeongguk swallows, his throat has run dry. But he might as well just lay it all out on the table.
“The head, in my mouth. The tail..”
He trails off, too embarrassed to share that detail. Jimin’s eyes glint with something, but his expression doesn’t give anything away. He just leans his head on his hand, eyes over him like he can see it happen. They strand right near his crotch, and Jeongguk self-consciously crosses his legs.
“Interesting..” Jimin muses, slowly dragging his eyes back up, leaving a path along Jeongguk’s skin that burns. “And then you wake?”
“Mm..” he shakes his head. “I choke.”
“Just in your dream, or also in real time?”
“Both. I have a night-guard watching me to wake me up when it happens.”
“Hmm..” Jimin nods slowly. “Does it choke you right away?”
It feels like Jimin’s gaze pierces right through him, and no matter how bad he wants to hide all these shameful details, he ends up confessing them one by one.
He shakes his head, heat rushing down between his legs.
“It penetrates you, doesn’t it?”
Jimin figures it out without even needing his word.
Jeongguk turns his head away, clears his throat.
“Why do you need to know all of this? You’ve already made the medicine.”
“Oh this?” Jimin holds up the vial. “This is something else . But I’m trying to find out the underlying cause of your nightmares.”
“The doctor said it’s stress.”
“Doctors always say it’s stress.” Jimin gives him a pointed look. “They have no idea what the mind is really like.”
Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit that he too, doesn’t think it’s stress. But he can’t really say that to their family doctor, who’s held in quite high regard by his father.
Jimin mulls it over, touches his lower lip with his index while he stares into the distance, rubs over it slowly. Jeongguk watches the motion, the way Jimin’s lip dents wherever he brushes his finger, so smooth. The silver rings reflect the dim candle light, reminds Jeongguk of the moon just a bit.
“Is it arousing?”
When Jimin looks at him, Jeongguk has to tear his eyes away from his lips to make eye contact. Only then does the question really register, makes his breath hitch.
“Of- of course not. It’s uncomfortable.”
He averts his gaze, Jimin chuckles softly.
“I’m not part of the royal family, so I don’t think of any preferences as sinful, you know that right?”
“There- there are no preferences at play, it’s a nightmare of a snake, and it’s not arousing.”
“Uh-huh..”
This is why he never talked that much about the dream in the first place. It’s bound to get scrutinised and picked apart. Though Jimin isn’t saying it out loud he’s definitely implying he wants to lay with men.
It’s outrageous.
“Well, just take this first.”
Jimin slowly hands him the vial. The tips of their fingers touch when he takes it, makes him shudder. He can’t be touched by other men without being asked, it’s forbidden. He’s sure Jimin knows, yet it seems he makes it last longer on purpose.
Jeongguk looks at the purple potion that shimmers in the dim light.
“What is it exactly?”
“It’s moonsilk.”
He has never heard of it. Suspicion slowly creeps up on him.
“It’s against nightmares, then?”
“Well..” a small smile tugs on Jimin’s lips. “It definitely helps you dream about more exciting things.”
Jeongguk hesitates, looks at the potion again, then at that mysterious smile.
“Are you sure you didn’t make poison?”
“I am.” Jimin crosses his legs, those sheer garments doing absolutely nothing to hide those slender legs. “But you can’t be sure.”
Jeongguk’s body goes rigid for a second, and he just looks at the vial in his hand, scared to even be touching the glass.
Jimin chuckles softly, and though the setting is eerie, it sounds pretty regardless.
“Come now, I know better than to poison the prince.” Jimin moves closer, opens his palm. “I can drink some of it, if you’re afraid.”
On one hand, Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit it, that he’s indeed afraid. On the other hand, if it’s a bluff, and Jimin did actually poison this, it’s his best shot.
He hands Jimin the potion, and just like the first time, Jimin’s fingers brush over his own as he takes it from him. But it’s not even that, that makes him burn up. It’s the way Jimin keeps eye contact while he brings the vial to his lips, and drinks from it.
His Adam’s apple moves as he swallows, and Jeongguk knows he shouldn’t be watching another man so closely, but he’s never seen lips so full, or skin so clear, or collarbones so enticing.
When Jimin hands him the vial back, Jeongguk’s eyes linger on the purple stain on Jimin’s lips, slowly bleeding, it dyes the inside of his mouth.
He holds his breath, seconds pass by, and Jimin doesn’t drop dead suddenly. There is nothing really different about Jimin after the initial minute, except for a small blush that dusts over his nose and cheeks, a glaze over his siren eyes.
“I advise you to drink it before falling asleep.”
Jimin says then, voice a little more raspy. He drawls the words a bit more, as if intoxicated.
“I can’t take anything of yours to the palace.” Jeongguk says, pretty sure his father would disown him if he found out. “I’ll drink it here, then I’ll take my leave.”
“No, you shouldn’t walk anywhere after you’ve drank moonsilk. It’s dangerous.”
Jimin doesn’t really look all that affected, despite the warning. It seems more like alcohol than anything else, and Jeongguk’s been drunk plenty of times before.
“You look fine.”
“I experiment on myself, the effect it will have on you is a little more intense.”
Jimin licks his lower lip, as if to taste the remnants of the potion. Jeongguk follows the motion, gets a little breathless before he looks away.
“I can handle it.”
Honestly, he’s broader and taller than Jimin, it can’t be that much worse.
“Trust me, Jeongguk. If you walk home in this state you’re an easy target.”
Easy target?
That does it.
He downs the potion in one go, puts the empty vial on the table. It tastes bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet like nothing he’s ever tasted before.
Seconds pass, and nothing happens, so he just stares Jimin down, trying to prove a point. Except the moment Jimin quirks a brow, his throat warms up as if he just drank the most delicious spiced whiskey, and that warmth spreads like wildfire through his veins.
His vision turns just a little blurry, but for Jimin sitting in front of him. The colours he’s wearing become more vibrant, dancing in the corner of his eyes, and the pink of his lips is suddenly much more prominent.
He takes deep breaths, but the scent of smoky incense only increases his lightheadedness, and suddenly the room feels a little hot. When he looks around, the cabinets move a little, as if made of liquid.
Wow, he feels so good.
Slowly, he looks back at Jimin, finds him staring at him with a small smirk.
“How are you handling it, my prince?”
Jimin’s voice sounds like silk, like the potion he just drank. Jeongguk is a little short of breath, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off of Jimin’s skin, especially the way the fabric is falling off of his shoulder, exposing his clavicle and some of his chest.
His cock twitches. And suddenly all the heat just rushes down, making him grow hard in record time. He looks down at it, feels how uncomfortably it’s restricted behind his pants.
It’s when he tries to adjust himself that he’s hit by a shock of arousal.
And he realises that, god, he wants to fuck.
“Jeongguk?”
Jimin’s voice startles him, and as he looks up he’s suddenly aware again, that he’s in the pleasure district, in the shop, in the basement, as if he’d forgotten just seconds ago.
“What did you give me?”
He asks, voice raspy, throat dry.
“It’s an aphrodisiac, slightly hallucinogenic.”
Jimin explains, taking the mostly empty vial from the table, tilting his head back and opening his mouth, letting the last few drops land on his tongue, tainting it a beautiful dark purple.
Jeongguk gasps at the sight, red, hot desire running through his veins.
This is bad.
Jimin looks at him, blinking slow, lazy smirk on his lips.
“Thought you were walking home?”
Jeongguk blushes at the taunt, looks at the stairs.
“I- I am.”
He stands up, too proud to give in. But the room moves as he takes a step, and he feels another rush of arousal, making his cock twitch. He pants, holds onto the wall next to him as he tries to move, but everything is coming closer and then moving further away.
“Fuck.”
He curses under his breath, leans his back against the wall, closes his eyes, but even behind his eyelids everything is moving. His skin breaks out in sweat, everything is burning. His cock presses against the fabric of his pants, and he runs his hand down to cup himself, tries to push it down.
The feeling is much more intense than usual, colours explode behind his eyelids, all deep purple, orange, and red.
“A-ah.. fuck .”
He moans, only half-aware he’s touching himself right in front of another man, a peasant even.
“My prince, I think you need to lie down.” When he opens his eyes, Jimin is right in front of him, and then a hand rests on his forehead. “You’re burning up.”
Every word that Jimin forms his lips around makes Jeongguk hungrier for a taste. Those lips still tainted a little purple, he keeps forgetting they belong to a man.
“Come.”
Jimin takes his hand, and Jeongguk shudders when he feels those fingers slide between his own. The colours of Jimin’s sheer drapes, the way they cling around his frame, those tattoos that he can’t decipher..
He pulls on the fabric, just enough to see a glimpse of the slice of moon right at the top of Jimin’s spine. It moves beautifully, appears to reflect light.
“Wow..”
He whispers, tracing his finger over the half circle, addicted to how soft Jimin’s skin feels.
“Do you like it?”
Jeongguk nods, unable to look away from that pretty moon inked into that light caramel skin. But he can see more spots down Jimin’s back, and curiosity is taking the best of him.
He moves the fabric off of Jimin’s shoulders, slides it down his arms, revealing more phases of the moon, appearing one by one across the span of Jimin’s back. Silver, dainty body chains run across them, make them appear to shine in the dim lights of the room.
Jeongguk gasps, heat rushes through his veins as he touches each one of them, drawing patterns along Jimin’s spine.
“So beautiful..”
Jimin looks at him over his shoulder, smirk tugging on his lips.
“I can tell by the way you’re undressing me.”
Undressing?
Jeongguk blinks, sees how Jimin’s drapes are heaped around his hips, undressed from the waist up.
Fuck, did he do that?
Jimin turns around, silver body chains jingling slightly, the sound almost hypnotic. Jeongguk looks at how they slither around Jimin’s torso, right underneath his dark nipples. His mouth waters, hasn’t seen this amount of exposed skin in a while.
Another tattoo runs along Jimin’s ribcage, catches his attention. It’s something scribbled on, he can’t read it, but he touches it anyway, traces over the foreign letters one by one.
When he looks up, Jimin’s eyelids are sunken, glazed over, pink lips parted.
“I’ve got more tattoos, if you want to see..”
Jeongguk runs his eyes over Jimin’s slender legs, still covered by the fabric, and the idea of seeing them uncovered already has him spiralling.
“Yeah.”
He tries to push the fabrics down but Jimin bats his hands away.
“Sit down.”
Any other person would have their heads cut off clean by now, talking like this to a prince. But Jeongguk just nods eagerly, sits down on the bed, feels like he sinks into it, the room closing in around them.
Everything else falls out of focus, blurry, except Jimin standing right in front of him, gaze so intense that Jeongguk has to hold his breath.
It’s like he’s in the brothel with the way Jimin takes off his robes slowly, as if to tease. Jeongguk exhales shakily, his cock twitches as he drinks up the sight. Jimin really looks like the moon personified, the way his black hair contrasts against his fair skin, silver jewellery giving the impression that he’s glowing.
It only half registers that he’s tenting in his pants, that Jimin can see how hard he is, and it doesn’t register at all that he’s touching himself until he looks down, sees how he’s cupping himself through the fabric.
“Fuck.” He takes his hand off, repeats to himself a few times that he can’t touch himself in front of another man, can’t let Jimin see him like this. “This potion- it’s making me so..”
“Mm.. I know.”
Jeongguk looks up, met by a sight he won’t forget. Jimin is completely bare, and though he skips over the middle part, he can see it in his peripheral.
It’s even harder to ignore when Jimin kneels down on the mattress, and slowly crawls on top of him.
When he sits down right on top of his crotch, Jeongguk gasps, hands reaching automatically for Jimin’s waist.
“Gets you all hot, doesn’t it?”
Jeongguk feels goosebumps appear all over his arms and back, and he just looks down, right at where Jimin’s cock is standing up straight against his stomach. It’s curved upwards, the head of his cock so pink, reminiscent of his lips.
It’s his first time seeing a dick so up close, and maybe it’s the moonsilk in his system, but it looks so fucking beautiful. The head glistens a little, looks wet, and for some reason sparks something within him.
Jimin leans into him, wraps his arms around his neck, brushes his lips against his earlobe.
“Wanna see my other tattoo?”
Somewhere inside of him, a sober version of himself yells at him to get out of there, but it turns into a background noise when he feels how Jimin slowly gyrates his hips on top of him.
God, fuck.
He grips Jimin’s hip, hands sweaty, mind melting.
“Yeah- show me.”
A hot, wet tongue licks from his earlobe up to the shell of his ear, and his eyes close in bliss. Colours he’s never even seen appear in front of him, swirling around, pulling him deeper into a trance.
Jimin grabs his hand then, leads it to his thigh. When Jeongguk opens his eyes, he can see dark ink entangling Jimin’s leg, a familiar sight.
He gasps, traces his fingers over the scales, to the inside of Jimin’s thigh, where it disappears to the back of his leg.
“Where does it go?”
He asks, heart in his throat as he sees the tattoo move slightly, slithering around Jimin’s leg.
“Why don’t you find out?”
Jimin whispers, guiding his hand to the back of his thigh. The skin is so warm, so hot. Jeongguk bites his lower lip, holds Jimin’s back as he repositions to lie him down on the mattress.
He looks even prettier on his back, black hair falling onto the white sheets so gracefully, those siren eyes locking him in place.
There’s a tension in his chest, the heat increasing so much that he rids himself of his robes, but it’s not enough. It’s still pressing on him, making him sweat. He sits up, takes off his undergarments as well, until he’s just as bare as Jimin.
It feels so much better. The sheets under his hands, sliding through his fingers as he crawls back on top. The heat of Jimin’s skin against his own as their legs brush together, it’s so good, feels like sensory overload.
He curls his hand around Jimin’s thigh, brings it up around his hip, shudders as he finds Jimin looking right at him, full lips stretched into a smirk.
“Feels good, hm?”
Jeongguk nods, because honestly, this is the best he’s ever felt. His surroundings dance in his peripheral, but Jimin looks so clear, so ethereal. He wants to just melt together, that’s how addicting skin to skin contact feels.
Jimin curls his arms around his neck, one hand sliding into his hair, pulling on the strands softly. Jeongguk shivers, leans in closer.
“Still got some remnants of moonsilk on my tongue..”
Jimin whispers, nudging his nose with his own.
Jeongguk feels himself float as he looks at Jimin’s lips through his lashes. That vibrant pink, and that deep purple as he opens his mouth to show his tongue.
It glints with spit, looks so wet and inviting. Jeongguk feels his self-control slip away, leans in and licks over Jimin’s tongue to taste.
The initial contact sends a shock of arousal through his body; the heat, the bittersweet taste of moonsilk, the soft gasp falling from Jimin’s mouth. Jeongguk’s eyes roll back as he does it again, slides his tongue into Jimin’s mouth then, sinks into him until their lips slot together.
“ Mmh ..”
Bitter, then sweet. Jimin’s mouth feels so hot as he licks into it, lips so soft when he captures them between his own. A myriad of colours explode behind his eyelids, but they all mix together into this deep, dark purple, while he licks, sucks, and bites on Jimin’s full lips.
“Ngh-“
Jimin gasps, tilts his head more, slides his tongue along his own so slowly, makes Jeongguk’s cock twitch. It’s all so languid, so wet, so incredibly good. When he parts to catch his breath, a string of spit still connects their lips.
Jimin pants underneath him, pink blush covering his cheeks and nose, then he bites his lower lip, before he whispers a sort of desperate; “suck on my tongue.”
Jeongguk groans, reconnects their lips, then wraps his mouth around that pretty tongue, sucks on it just to feel Jimin arching off the mattress, nails digging into his back.
It’s such an intense feeling, he can feel how those nails drag down over his back, leaving a path that burns him up. Flames engulf him as he touches over Jimin’s body, his chest, his waist, his hip, his thigh, he needs more.
“Mmh- fuck..”
He pants, licking over Jimin’s lips once.
“You still haven’t found out..”
Jimin whispers, voice all breathy.
Jeongguk blinks, no idea what he means, world spinning around him. But when Jimin guides his hand back to his thigh, and he looks down to see that tattoo, his eyes widen.
The shape of it, curling from underneath Jimin’s knee, slowly around his thigh, it’s a familiar sight. He knows those scales, sees how it slithers, disappearing right there, at the inside of Jimin’s thigh.
He shivers as he runs his fingers over the tattoo, follows it all the way, dips his hand between Jimin’s legs, trying to find it. Jimin’s eyelids flutter shut, and his cock twitches.
Jeongguk gently turns Jimin around, makes him lie on his stomach, follows the tattoo pattern as if hypnotised, then sees it. The head of the snake, mouth opened, right underneath Jimin’s buttock.
He gasps.
It’s moving ever so slightly, and as he touches over it, the scales feel almost real.
For some reason he can’t comprehend, he leans in, stares right at the snake, like in so many of his nightmares, and then he licks over the head.
“Mmh fuck .”
Jimin moans, propping his hips up for him, making the snake appear a little bigger. Jeongguk can’t really explain the feeling that runs through his body as he licks over Jimin’s tattoo, but it’s setting him on fire.
He sucks on the supple, soft skin, makes sure to leave a purple mark, wishes the snake would come to life, and enter his mouth.
“I.. I want to suck on it.”
Jeongguk confesses, rush of heat flaring up his face. But no matter how much he licks and sucks the tattoo, it’s not that satisfying feeling from his nightmare. That initial minute when he feels the head slide into his mouth, he needs it so bad.
Jimin rolls onto his back, and gently tugs on his hair. He ends up between Jimin’s legs, looking right at his cock.
Fuck.
He wants to object, but the longer he stares at Jimin‘s cock, the more he feels his sanity slip. A bead of pearly white precum dribbles from the tip down his shaft, and it glints so prettily that Jeongguk mistakes it for moonlight. He laps it up, couldn’t spill such a precious substance.
He wants to savour the taste, but Jimin keeps him in place, the grip on his hair so right that he’s almost paralysed. And then the head of Jimin’s cock presses against his lips, soft and wet. He can’t move a muscle, can’t do a single thing, as it slowly pushes past his lips, and slides into his mouth.
“ Nngh ..”
Jeongguk’s heartbeat picks up, a thrill of fear and pleasure running down his spine. The feeling is so familiar, for the past month, he’s been having this exact nightmare, head of the snake entering his mouth.
The sick part is that Jimin was right, it’s arousing. Just as arousing as how Jimin slowly thrusts into his mouth, stuffs him completely.
Jeongguk moans, so fucking turned on, tears of shame prickling in his eyes.
“Mmh, so this is that so-called nightmare of yours..” Jimin caresses through his hair, rolls his hips up slowly, drags his cock over his tongue. “Can’t detect much fear I must say..”
Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, tries to slip away into that mindlessness again, but the shame makes him uncomfortably sober.
“I think you lied to me..”
Jimin pulls on his hair to make his lips pop off. Jeongguk gasps as their eyes lock.
“The snake; it doesn’t just enter your mouth.”
Fuck.
“You suck on it for a while, don’t you?”
Jeongguk swallows, doesn’t say a thing. Jimin just smirks at him.
“Don’t be shy, I know you do.” Jimin drags the head of his cock over his lower lip. “You love sucking on it.”
Jeongguk pants against Jimin’s cock, goes a little cross-eyes as he stares at the pink, wet cockhead. His body runs hot, sweat breaks out on his skin.
“Go on, I know you want to.”
Jimin taps his cock against his mouth a few times, and Jeongguk trembles as he wraps his lips around it, and takes it all the way into his mouth like he’s been craving.
He sucks on it vigorously, eyes shut tightly as he bobs his head around it. And then finally that heavenly, high feeling takes over, dissipates all of his shame, lets pleasure take its place.
Saliva dribbles down the shaft, makes it sound so wet as Jeongguk swallows around Jimin’s cock. He moans carelessly, savours the taste, takes Jimin’s cock as deep as possible, just to feel stuffed.
Jimin’s pretty moans fill the room, and Jeongguk can’t get enough of it. He curls his hands around Jimin’s thighs, pulls him closer, deepthroats him until he gags on it, tears welling up in his eyes.
He pops his lips off just to take a breath, eyes landing on Jimin’s cock glistening with his spit. It’s so fucking pretty.
“Fuck- Jeongguk..”
He looks up through his lashes, finds Jimin’s flushed face, eyes completely glazed over.
“Come up here.”
Jimin does a come-hither motion with his fingers, and Jeongguk crawls back on top of him without any objection.
Jimin grabs the back of his neck and kisses him, licks into his mouth as if he wants to taste himself.
“Ngh..”
Jeongguk lets him have it, lets Jimin suck on his tongue, explore the inside of his mouth. doesn’t even notice how he’s being manhandled into a different position until he opens his eyes to see Jimin right on top of him.
He looks like a demigod, son of the moon, a fucking siren.
“Let me show you what it feels like, the snake penetrating you.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he catches that smirk on those spit-slick lips before they kiss down his body.
The ceiling above him moves like liquid, tiny fireworks go off when Jimin’s tongue draws patterns over his chest, leaving a hot trail from his nipples down his stomach, dipping into his navel.
“Ngh, fuck-“
He grips Jimin’s soft hair, arches his hips up a bit, pushes him down further, to that heat between his legs.
Jimin chuckles, breath fanning right against his dick.
“A-ah, please .”
He gets a few kisses, a lewd lick over his length, to the head of his cock, but that’s all. Not nearly enough. When he wants to object, Jimin pushes his legs up by the back of his thighs, and he feels that tongue back on his body, right against his taint.
It’s only then that he realises what’s going on, what Jimin meant by that statement. His heart is in his throat, and he whips his head down to look, Jimin’s siren eyes looking up to him right as he licks over his rim.
“O-oh fuck.”
Jeongguk’s breath hitches, pleasure spreading from his gut to everywhere in his body, smoke of incense dancing in front of his eyes as Jimin’s hot tongue laps at his hole.
His sweat runs cold, goosebumps on his skin, his head falls back against the sheets; he feels like he sinks right into it. Similar to the way Jimin’s tongue sinks inside of him like he’s felt in his nightmares so many times before. His eyes roll back as he feels that tongue push past his rim, reality mixing with his dream.
It’s almost identical, Jimin’s tongue penetrating him in the exact same way he’s felt the tail of the snake do. That heat, that wet sound, that slow, torturous rhythm. Jeongguk writhes against the sheets, moans as he cants his hips up to meet Jimin’s thrusts.
“Ngh- faster..”
He begs, pulling Jimin’s hair, hooking his legs around Jimin’s head to keep him in place.
This, he never told the doctor either. How much he fucking loved this feeling, the snake sliding inside of him, filling him up, like Jimin does with his tongue, picking up the pace.
His cock leaks against his stomach, reminding him how he’s not even touching himself, so lost in pleasure, so drunk on Jimin’s touch.
The way Jimin thrusts into him, spits on his rim, laps it all up, is just obscene. He’s relentless, keeps going until Jeongguk feels his body quiver, legs trembling, toes curling.
“A- ah fuck - ah , fuck, stop .”
He groans.
Jimin slowly lets his tongue slip out. The loss of heat makes Jeongguk look down, and there’s a sight that feels reminiscent of one he’s seen time and time before in his nightmares.
Those sharp eyes on him, slowly coming closer, Jimin slithers over his body, pushes one of his legs up even further, hooks it around his shoulder while he hovers above him, pupils swallowing his irises.
Oh god, he’s gonna get eaten alive.
“Finally got you where I want.”
Jimin whispers, sends an eerie chill down Jeongguk’s spine.
This sight, it’s the same. The snake staring at him right before it enters him; the same, sharp, hypnotising eyes.
Is that a coincidence?
He feels a warmth between his legs, the head of Jimin’s cock kissing his rim, and forgets all about it.
It’s so smooth, how Jimin sinks into him, like nothing he ever felt before. His body gives in willingly, muscles relaxing, eyes fluttering shut. It’s like he’s on another frequency, not a single coherent thought, only pleasure running through his veins.
“O-oh my god..”
He moans.
Jimin moves slowly, and Jeongguk can only gasp when he feels the drag of his cock inside of him. Their bodies slot together so perfectly, it’s like they melt into each other.
“F-fuck..”
Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin’s neck, tries to go for another kiss.
“You always like this part hm?” Jimin breathes out against his lips. “Penetrated from both sides.”
Somewhere in his mind, an alarm goes off, but as soon as their lips connect, and Jimin’s tongue slides into his mouth, he’s levitating.
His body goes taut, eyes rolling back into his head. This full, satisfying feeling, he wants it to last forever.
“There you go..” Jimin whispers between kisses, slowly building up the pace, his hips snapping forward. “This is what you crave, hm? You beg for it every night.”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows knot together, doesn’t understand what Jimin is on about, but his thoughts keep dissipating with the sheer amount of pleasure in his system. He just moans, clamps his leg around Jimin’s hip, forces him to thrust into him harder.
“So fucking needy.”
Jimin squeezes the back of his thigh, changes the angle and Jeongguk’s eyes fly open.
It’s like a whole thunderstorm through his body, with every thrust, it’s like lightning strikes inside of him.
“ Ah! ”
He fists a hand in Jimin’s hair, arches his hips off the mattress to meet his thrusts.
“Ah, fuck, don’t stop.”
Jimin chuckles breathily, keeps up that rhythm, that same angle, hitting a spot that feels so fucking good that Jeongguk can see actual stars, muscles going taut.
“So close aren’t you? Always clench around me so tight.”
Somehow that sentence drags him back to reality for a bit, and then his eyes widen.
When he finds Jimin’s eyes, it suddenly clicks.
The similarities, the comments, those siren eyes.
He doesn’t want to believe it, but it’s all pointing to this one thing.
“Are you.. the snake?”
He pants.
Jimin smirks, leans in closer, one of his hands comes up and curls around Jeongguk’s neck slowly. Slender, ringed up fingers dig into his skin, make him feel so lightheaded.
“Finally figured it out?”
Oh god.
Jeongguk freezes, but Jimin doesn’t stop fucking him. In fact, he seems to enjoy his paralysed state, fucks him even harder, biting on his plush lower lip like he has to hold back from making sounds.
“Ngh, fuck..”
Jimin moans anyway, beads of sweat shimmering over his nose and cheeks, black hair sticking to his face.
“Been fucking you in your dreams for the past month, but it’s nothing like the real thing.”
Jeongguk can’t wrap his mind around it, he’s too high to understand, too close to his orgasm to question the ethics.
Jimin leans down, nudges his nose with his own for another kiss. Jeongguk gives into it, opens his mouth to let Jimin take whatever he wants.
Breathing is difficult when he’s filled up to the brim, Jimin’s cock buried deep inside of him, tongue delving into his mouth. And that hand around his neck slowly applies pressure to the sides, makes his temperature rise, consciousness slowly slipping away, but the pleasure in his gut, fuck, it’s about to..
“ That’s it. ” Jimin whispers. “Almost there baby.”
Jeongguk’s vision turns black for a second, but then lightning strikes, his body goes completely taut, toes curling, pleasure spreads through every fibre of his body, visions of orange, red, and deep purple fill his mind as come shoots over his stomach.
His body convulses, Jimin fucks him throughout it, hitting that spot that keeps sending shockwaves of pleasure through him, makes his orgasm last even longer.
“Aah- fuck, Jimin..”
He gasps, eyes rolling back, leg clamping around Jimin’s hip to keep him buried deep inside.
“Fuck, mmh, so good for me.”
Jimin pants, removing his hand from his neck, replacing it with his mouth, biting down into it. It hurts just right, makes Jeongguk whimper.
“Gonna fill you up.”
Jeongguk can’t feel anything but pleasure while Jimin holds his hips and thrusts into him hard, until the rhythm turns erratic, uncoordinated, a little sloppy.
Jimin moans, eyes over him like he wants to eat him up, looks so desperate to come.
“So beautiful, wanna keep you here.”
Jeongguk pants softly, looks at the come on his torso. He doesn’t know why he does it, scoops some on his fingers, enamoured by the texture, the colour, wonders if it tastes like moonsilk.
When he licks it off his finger, Jimin’s eyes roll back, and he rams his cock into him, loud moan filling up the room.
Jeongguk knows it’s almost impossible, but it’s like he can feel it fill him up, that warmth spreading inside of him. Jimin looks so pretty, thick lips parted, small frown on his face, eyes closed in bliss, sweat glistening on his elegant neck while he comes.
“Fuck, Jeongguk..”
His name rolls off Jimin’s lips so good that it makes him shudder.
And then finally, Jimin is completely spent, lies down on top of him with a pleased sigh.
“Mmh; fuck..”
Jimin presses a few kisses on his neck, drapes his arm around him to keep him close.
Jeongguk finds comfort in the warmth, wraps his arms around Jimin, rests his cheek atop of Jimin’s soft black hair. The smell of smoky incense makes him a little drowsy, along with the satisfying exhaustion, it makes him feel like he’s sinking into the mattress.
It’s so cosy, so warm, eyelids so heavy they fall shut.
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It’s still dark when he wakes up.
His throat is dry, and he’s sweating a little. When he sits up, he notices that he’s not in the palace, and then panic kicks in. He stands up, looks around frantically, until he recognises some of his surroundings.
The bed, the chairs, the table, the empty vial of moonsilk.
His eyes widen; and he pats himself down. He’s fully clothed, and though that should calm him down, he still feels restless.
There’s only blurry, vague memories of the night before; but he’s sure that Jimin and him had sex.
Right?
Strangely, he doesn’t feel anything, his body doesn’t ache anywhere, there are no marks that he can detect.
Where is Jimin anyway?
The bed is empty, and so is the entire basement. He frowns as he walks up the stairs, tries to remember what exactly happened.
The conversation, the moonsilk, he remembers that much, but after that it all muddles together in colours and feelings.
He opens the curtain at the end of the stairs, walks into the shop. The light of outside shines into the small windows, and Jimin is standing right behind his desk, an exact copy of the day before. The drapes, the colours, the mysterious little smile.
“You must have slept well.”
Jeongguk blinks, feels completely disoriented as he walks up to him.
“What did you do to me yesterday?”
“Do to you? I gave you medicine to bring home but you just drank it all right here.”
Jimin chuckles, shakes his head.
He’s so casual, as if nothing happened between them.
Jeongguk feels a blush spread over his cheeks as he leans in a little closer.
“No, not that, I mean.. after.”
He tries to be subtle, can’t know who else might be listening, even though the shop is empty. He dares not utter the word.
Jimin tilts his head.
“After? I put you to bed, you were knocked out. I checked up on you regularly though, you had a pretty serious fever.”
A fever?
Jeongguk looks at the desk.
Did he imagine all of it? He’s sure they had sex, even if it’s blurry and mostly a feeling, there are bits and pieces of Jimin on top of him, those eyes on him.
“No.. you and I, we..”
he trails off, unable to say it out loud. Nerves eat him alive, and he tries to make Jimin understand wordlessly by giving him an intense look.
Jimin blinks a few times, but then his eyebrows raise, amused glint in his eyes.
“You had some.. exciting dreams about me?”
Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he quickly shakes his head.
“No, no, that was no dream, you.. you seduced me, remember?”
“Oh my..” Jimin smirks. “Did I now?”
“Don’t act like you don’t remember.”
He says, a bit frantic.
Jimin leans against the desk, chuckles again.
“I gave you a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac, thought you’d have some nice dreams about the brothel..” He licks his lips, smiles at him like he absolutely loves it. “Didn’t think I’d be at the center of them..”
Fuck.
Did he really imagine it?
The way Jimin looks at him with that amused smirk, and giggles at his confession, makes him feel so exposed. Shame heats up his cheeks, and he shakes his head.
“I- I did not dream of you. You must have- you must have poisoned me somehow- you took advantage of me.”
With everything he says, Jimin just lights up even more.
“Oh, so I topped?”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen.
“It’s- it’s not- that’s not-“
“Didn’t think that would be your preference..”
Jimin’s eyes run down his body, eyebrow quirking up once when he reaches his crotch.
It’s outrageous, Jeongguk feels naked even though he’s fully dressed.
“Was I good?”
Jimin’s eyes run back up, and Jeongguk gasps once they make eye contact.
He needs to get out of here.
“I- I did not dream of such things.” He lies, trying to keep his dignity. “whatever you did to me I didn’t like it. I won’t be coming again.”
He walks to the door.
“Mmh, might come visit you in your nightmares then.”
Jeongguk halts, shiver running down his spine as he holds onto the door handle.
He looks over his shoulder, but Jimin just has this unassuming smile on his face. Like that was just a casual jab, nothing suspicious.
Jeongguk stares into those siren eyes for a few seconds longer, then quickly takes his leave, heart in his throat.
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Jimin closes his shop and makes it downstairs once the clock hits midnight. He runs his finger over the many vials of his favourite potion, and takes one with him towards the bed.
Memories flood back once he sits down, Jeongguk’s mouth around his cock, that hazy look in his eyes, those heavenly moans when he thrusted into him.
He shudders, brings the vial to his mouth.
The ink black, beautiful concoction that he’s been perfecting for years. He smirks as he swallows it down, and sinks into the mattress.
Darkness takes him, his eyes roll back into his head.
There, he shifts; becomes one with his other shape, slithers across marble floors.
It’s time to give his favourite prey another visit.