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Despite Hongjoong’s absence of breeding instincts, he’s still a bull. He’ll serve Yeosang’s needs just as well as any of the others — and is still experienced enough to know what he’s doing. Seonghwa’s had him explain it before: when Hongjoong helps the cows, he does it for them, not for himself. It’s a bit refreshing, Seonghwa thinks, as he watches Hongjoong slip his fingertips through Yeosang’s folds. Hongjoong is smiling contently into the crook of Yeosang’s neck, moving carefully and methodically, even as Yeosang arches and gasps, hooves slipping in the sheets as his muscles tense.
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- Part 3 of Spring
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“Seungmin..” He hears a shocked voice warning him, and Seungmin is distracted, but thinks it might be Changbin. Seungmin’s gaze is smoldering as he stares down at Minho's stubborn eyes, ignoring the others’ hushed whispers of protest around them. When Minho doesn’t say anything, Seungmin closes a hand into his hair again and yanks his head back. Minho, as predictable as ever, whimpers and drops his mouth open.
“You’re so fucking ridiculous.” Seungmin hisses, looking down at Minho with the same knowing expression that a tiger might give a mouse. Minho scrambles with one hand, clawing into the couch as Seungmin watches him from an uncomfortable angle. That heated feeling in Seungmin’s stomach is tightening and tightening as he examines the indignant flush of Minho’s cheeks, gloss shining on his lip and the shadows cast downward by his lashes. Seungmin can’t pinpoint why, but having Minho bent beneath his will like this is really getting him going. With his pulse rushing through his ears and heat crowding into his cheeks, Seungmin caves. He steps one foot on Minho’s thigh to keep him from moving, and releases him for just long enough to yank his belt open.
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“Hongjoong?” Chan's voice returns after a moment of thought. He looks absolutely gorgeous in the dim light of Hongjoong's living room, cheeks pink with adrenaline and eyes dark with lust. Hongjoong wants to look at him forever, he wants to touch him forever. It's only when Chan shifts beneath him that Hongjoong remembers he's half-hard against his leg, because suddenly he's gasping through the friction and Chan is clutching him closer, grip tight with urgency. “I'm going to kiss you.” he announces, as if it's inevitable. Hongjoong appreciates being offered the chance to stop him. But he can't imagine a universe where he'd ever want to.
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“I don't need convincing.” Chan retorted, incredulously, still scowling, but refusing to back down and move away from Minho. “I know the truth, you just won't admit it.” Minho pouted at that. Chan could almost feel the droop of his lips, with how close they were to his. He was wavering. “Agh, you're so mean to me, Officer Bahng. Won't you at least let me try to prove my story to you?” Minho's voice was magnetic with allure, and as he spoke, he tipped his head up and to the side, exposing the column of his throat to Chan's gaze. One of Minho's hands lifted, fingertips skirting lightly over Chan's bared wrist beside his head. “It hurts that you think so poorly of me.” Minho added, a sulk obvious in his voice as he murmured next to Chan's ear. A shudder dripped down Chan's spine, resolve made liquid beneath the silk of Minho's voice and the promise of his tone. “Come on, baby. Dance with me.” Maybe it was the drink in Chan's stomach, or the tension wrung through his days, but he stupidly thought: what harm would it do?
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He reaches out and plucks the pipe from Yuchan’s fingers, inhaling deeply from it, until vibrant smoke curls from his nostrils. He turns to Sehyoon, and leans in until their lips are touching, exhaling the smoke slowly into their mouth. The effect is immediate — any irritation Sehyoon felt with Yuchan dissipates, and their head feels foggier than ever. But it’s pleasant; the smoke breaks their inhibitions, pushes happiness to the forefront of their mind, and has them relaxing easily into Byeongkwan’s touch.
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Just as in the song, mayflowers are one of Yuchan’s favourites. She says it’s because they’re small, and they don’t get enough love from the other fairies — but Sehyoon thinks it’s because they’re vulnerable. Yuchan is vulnerable, too, even if she doesn’t like to say so. She has a vivacious personality, and a competitive streak. She doesn’t like to show her weaknesses (though Sehyoon wouldn’t consider them to be weaknesses at all). Sehyoon never forces her to be soft, especially not around the rest of their guild. But now, alone in the meadow with her, Sehyoon cannot describe how much she cherishes Yuchan’s vulnerability.
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“Oh, look at you.” Chan’s voice is a delighted coo when he approaches and stands in front of Jeongin. Jisung looks up and meets his eyes, smiling slowly at the way his expression glitters with adoration when he looks down at their youngest. “Ah, Jisungie dressed you up so nice and pretty, didn’t he? Did you say thank you to him?” Chan asks, and Jisung laughs lowly as he leans forward, watching Jeongin’s eyes widen as he turns his head towards Jisung and clears his throat. “Thank you.” He says lowly, and Jisung grumbles, hooking two fingers into his collar to pull it tight on his windpipe. “What was that, puppy?” He prompts him to speak up, and Jeongin hisses, scrambling on the tile. “T-thank you, sir.” He clarifies, louder, voice thin through lack of air. Jisung, satisfied, makes an approving noise in the back of his throat and tosses Jeongin back toward Chan’s legs.
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- Part 3 of Blinding Lights
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“Junhee is kind of embarrassed about it, so I don’t think he wanted to explain it to you. But like … if Junhee is my predator, then … Byeongkwan is his predator. Make sense?” Sehyoon’s explanation does make sense. But coupled with the sounds of skin slapping and wailing cries of pleasure coming from the next room, it’s not as logical to Yuchan as it is fucking hot.
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- Part 3 of Autumn Urges
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Minho’s mind drifts a little as his eyes slip closed, and he relaxes in the way that Jeongin kisses his neck, runs soft fingertips over his hips, and sighs sweet breath against his warm skin. He’s thinking about those first days when Jeongin came to stay with them: Minho had never been so close to another beta before, had never needed to share his space, and he was confused, reluctant to do it. Jeongin was another story, though. Excited to learn everything, trailing behind Minho like a shadow with wide eyes and an endearingly-quick waddle walk. He won Minho’s heart faster than anyone else’s. The others make fun of him for it now, but how was Minho supposed to resist? He’s never felt so seen by another person, by someone who understands. If Chan is Minho’s soulmate, then Jeongin is his twin flame. Even now, with bitten lips as soft as pillows, Jeongin kisses and sucks over Minho’s skin as if he has memorized a map of his body. Minho’s eyes could water with the force of his love for Jeongin now, but he forces the feeling aside in favor of trailing his fingertips lightly down the other’s side, dipping up beneath his shirt and tracing the curves of his abs.
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- Part 3 of Rose & Vine
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* A.C.E Fest Bingo ! *
“You like what you see?” His voice sounds through Yuchan’s speakers, dark and knowing. A chorus of yeses chime through the chat, mimicking Yuchan’s own thoughts as he chews on his lip and positions himself better in his bed. Byeongkwan laughs softly at the reaction, and the sound is so sultry that it shoots sparks through Yuchan’s chest, straight to his dick. He watches with deepening breaths as Byeongkwan teases them with a view of his hip, the tattoo on his stomach, and then eventually the pink head of his dick, hard and hugged up against his body by his lingerie. Yuchan’s mouth waters. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted to touch anyone more. Byeongkwan looks like a dream — and he knows it, too, judging by the curling smirk on his face, the excited flush on his skin, and the way he sways his hips to make the skirt flow out with him.
“I know you do.” He agrees, before continuing on, turning slightly in the camera to give Yuchan a view of his side profile. He’s so pretty, Yuchan wants to sink his hands into him until he drools through his name.
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- Part 3 of Fests and Events!
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* A.C.E Fest Bingo ! *
They’d driven together, all day, until they’d found somewhere that had caught their eye. They stopped at a beach, which was empty except for them, parking haphazardly on the sand and forgetting their worries as they’d run into the surf. Byeongkwan would never forget the cadence of Sehyoon’s laugh, the vibrance of his smile, the sight of sun and salt blowing through his hair. He’d stripped his shorts and shoes off and skipped into the water in just his button-down, and Byeongkwan had followed him, laughing at the top of his lungs, harder than he can ever remember laughing before. There, soaking wet and with shirts sticking to their skin, they fell against each other, and beneath the speckled sunlight floating overhead, they kissed for the first time.
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- Part 2 of Fests and Events!
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* A.C.E Fest Bingo ! *
Donghun snorts softly, and Junhee cringes internally, shyness coming over him as the other laughs lightly at him. “Hi,” He says in return, and Junhee fears he might swoon as he hears the huskiness in his voice. “I saw you watching me earlier. What’s that about?”
Donghun’s question makes Junhee blush dark and tremble, even moreso when Donghun takes a step closer to him, backing him up towards the lockers and tilting his head in question. Junhee starts to stutter out a bad excuse: “I — uh, I got um … sun in my eyes.” He says, and then swears at himself lowly for saying something so stupid. Donghun laughs and braces a hand against the locker next to Junhee, leaning in close to him. Junhee’s knees knock together and he thinks he might fall down. “Just sun, huh? That’s too bad. Could’ve sworn you were hitting on me.”
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- Part 1 of Fests and Events!
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She finds herself caught between the angels of light and dark, between the grasp of possession and the cradle of easy bliss, and she feels that it is impossible to choose just one. How could she reject the one she’s spent so many years with, sharing sensual secrets of dedication and whispers of adoration? And how could she turn poor Yuchan away, when all he’s ever done is shine for Sehyoon?
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Is he crazy? He wonders, skin hot and face flushed beneath the strangest attention he’s ever had. Is he going to let this thing have its way with him? Felix doesn’t think he has much of a choice. And choices aside, he thinks that the answer is yes. He hadn’t known how desperate he’d been until this very moment.
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“What’s your name?” The man barely hesitates a millisecond before responding with honesty: “Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong. It would be a pretty name for a pretty man, but Seonghwa knows those looks won't last long. He sighs lightly with relaxed satisfaction, clasps Hongjoong’s hand in his own, and leans up close to him. “Hongjoong,” Seonghwa starts, “Let me help you. Do you trust me?”
Hongjoong’s instincts may be screaming no, his body may be alight with fire and his muscles with the desire to flee, but none of that matters now; because with clouded mind and eardrums ever-attracted to the alluring voice of the stranger in front of him, he can’t think straight. Nothing in his head wants anything to do with anything except for this sea angel that floats in front of him. Hongjoong nods before words can even escape, and when they do, they’re low in a whisper, desperate and pliant through the wide brown of his eyes: “Yes,” He says, and that’s all that Seonghwa needs to hear to know that he’s got him.
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“It’s Felix’s birthday.” Changbin says, and Minho’s eyes widen. He turns towards where Felix is seated at the bar, chatting idly to Seungmin between customers. They aren’t on shift tonight, but had insisted on coming to work with Changbin — it’s both of their favourite places to be, after all, and Changbin can’t blame them for wanting to see their friends.
“Well, technically, it’s at midnight.” He clarifies, waving a hand to attract Minho’s attention back. “Anyway. I want to ask you for a favor.” Changbin says, voice lowering slightly, tone of velvet. Minho catches the shift and leans in towards him, pressing up to his shoulder in what anyone else would see as a flirtatious gesture, but they know better (it’s one of secrecy).
“Can you take care of them tonight?” He asks, and Minho’s face brightens visibly, because he knows what that means.
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- Part 2 of Blinding Lights
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He looks away, swallowing. He makes a personal rule of never fraternizing too closely with the staff. He knows that the environment would allow for it — a handful of them would even like it. They’ve asked him to participate before, and Jisung has always politely declined. They’re all beautiful, of course they are, he’d be stupid not to admit that. But getting too involved would make things complicated, and so he’s grown used to quelling his own urges. He easily keeps himself in check, nowadays. This is his work as much as it is a place to play for others.
But when he glances back to Minho and Chan, his heart feels like it’s in his throat. Minho bends forward, backing his hips up to grind against Chan, and the way his body dips downward so elegantly makes Jisung’s stomach tighten. He looks ethereal. The lace bordering his curves make them seem especially present, and Jisung has the desire to sink his hands into the meat of Minho’s thighs and waist until he bruises.
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- Part 1 of Blinding Lights
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“You can’t go to the coven this summer.” Chan tells Donghun, and watches as the witch lifts a brow in question. Chan knows, and can feel it in his chest, that Donghun is going to argue — and as if in anticipation, his hold on the witch tightens. But what Donghun says instead, voice calm as he rubs Chan’s back comfortingly, is: “Let’s talk about it over tea.”
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- Part 8 of Homemaking
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“I want to take you right here… to have you begging to be bred open on my cock, can you do that, bunny?” The hunger in Junhee’s words is matched by the ferocity in his eyes, and it has Yuchan melting into submission at just a look. He mewls, nodding and gasping out a different sort of plea between his labored breaths. “Please, please, alpha, I can, I want it.” Junhee snarls with a flare of pride, slotting himself tightly between Yuchan’s legs. He leans in close, pressed flushed up against the rabbit’s chest, and seizes his sides with a tight grip to keep him in place as he locks greedy teeth onto his jugular.
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- Part 2 of Autumn Urges
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“Byeongkwan.” He repeats breathlessly, voice certain like a prayer, spine arching up beneath their weight. “Help me to repent.” It seems that’s all that Byeongkwan needs to hear, because they laugh darkly, hand tightening mercilessly into Seonghwa’s feathers, and move to drag him up and through the pews.