Seungho seized Haneul’s jaw, tilted his head, kissed him with tongue and teeth and claim—because Haneul didn’t want gentleness, he wanted ruin. Seungho gave it, pulling Haneul tighter, then suddenly spinning him around so Haneul’s back hit his chest. One palm flat against Haneul’s sternum, pinning him, the other winding into his braid, yanking his head aside so Seungho could snarl into his ear.
“I don’t want you to call me daddy,” Seungho hissed, the words a scorch across Haneul’s skin. “I want you to scream my name. I want to break you open and pour myself inside. I want to teach your core what it means to belong to fire.”
He ground his cock against Haneul’s ass, letting him feel the heat, the weight, the promise. But he didn’t go further. Not yet. Haneul’s body was a battlefield, a live wire, a test—and Seungho was here to win.
“You don’t even know what to ask for yet,” Seungho whispered, teeth sinking into Haneul’s shoulder, then licking the bruise left behind. “But you will.”
He released Haneul, stepping away so suddenly Haneul nearly collapsed, hands catching the wall, core glowing under stretched fabric, breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Now,” Seungho growled from across the room. “Try again. Touch me like you want me to show you how it’s done.”
Haneul stumbled forward—panting, furious, animal—tripped over his own legs and crashed to his knees. He snarled, “You are SO DEAD—” and lunged, headbutting Seungho in the chest with a delighted, deranged laugh, trying to straddle him, slapping his face with the force of a lover and a rival both. He grabbed Seungho’s jaw, kissed him again, grinding his cock against the Fire King’s abs with needy, helpless moans.
The sound was primal. The contact electric. Seungho’s breath caught, eyes wild—then he grinned through the stinging slap, his own blood on his lip, and flipped Haneul onto his back in a single, fluid movement, the world spinning.
Haneul sprawled, robe hiked up to his hips, thighs open, skin flushed and fever-bright, magic a living storm around him. Seungho pressed down, his cock grinding into the base of Haneul’s through the tangled clothes. “You wanna make mepay?” he growled, grinding slow. “Then fight harder. Kiss better. Fight me like you mean to win.”
He didn’t kiss—he bit. Sinking teeth into Haneul’s lower lip until blood bloomed, metallic and sweet. One hand circled Haneul’s throat—firm, not cruel—the other slipped down, cupping Haneul’s ass, hauling him up into the grind.
“You don’t know what to do with all this hunger, do you?” Seungho snarled into Haneul’s mouth, voice ragged. “You’ve never come before, have you? Never let yourself. Never trusted anyone to touch you right.”
He slid down, nipped a bruise into Haneul’s collarbone, and felt the body beneath him twitch, desperate, wild.
“Let me ruin that for you. Now. Here. Like this.”
With a wrench, Seungho yanked the robe open and yanked the pants half down. Haneul’s cock sprang free—hard, flushed, angry with need. Seungho groaned, fisted it in one strong, deliberate hand, stroking slow, tight, watching Haneul’s face as hips bucked and core pulsed gold and white, brighter with every stroke.
“Say it,” Seungho demanded. “You want this. You want me. Say it, or I stop. Right. Now.”
Haneul thrashed, slamming his hips upward, eyes sparking gold and blue and furious white. “Don’t you dare—stop, you—fuck, I’ll kill you for this—” He was panting, blinking back disbelief and want, hands clawing at Seungho’s arms. Then, broken, sulking, voice guttural: “You win. Just… do it. I want it. I want you. Happy?”
Seungho laughed, savage and soft at once, something ancient in him snapping loose as he pinned Haneul down, grinding in witha possessive hunger. “Happy?” he echoed, voice cracking. “You have no idea what you’ve just given me.”
His hand returned to Haneul’s cock, stroking, twisting, pulling every desperate sound from the frostborn’s lips. Haneul’s body bowed, hips thrusting up, magic flaring gold-bright, a beacon of raw, unwitnessed pleasure.
Seungho bit and kissed, marked and soothed—leaving bruises, promises, scars of belonging. His mouth moved lower, dragging fire down Haneul’s trembling body, until he knelt between those spread thighs, palms pressing Haneul open.
“Watch me,” he growled, eyes dark, burning. “No more stories. No more scrolls. No more fucking drawings.”
He lowered his mouth to Haneul’s cock.
Wet. Hot. Slow. He took Haneul in, tongue swirling, lips sealing, throat working—giving everything, as if he’d been born for this. The sound Haneul made was raw, unmade, a scream and a sob and a plea wrapped in magic. Golden light burst around them, cold and sweet, as if pleasure itself was a spell.
Seungho swallowed, greedy, relentless, working Haneul deeper, faster, letting the Skyborn hands twist in his hair, legs clench around his shoulders, body buck in overwhelmed, shuddering need.
“Come,” Seungho growled around the thick, desperate cock, letting his voice vibrate, making Haneul jolt, gasp, arch. “Come for me. Let me taste the very first time. Let it be mine.”
Haneul broke. His magic erupted—pure, wild, golden, the storm inside him finally spent in pleasure. Seungho drank it all, held him through it, never letting go.
When it was done, when Haneul lay ruined and shivering, eyes dazed and mouth slack, Seungho crawled up his body and pressed their foreheads together, breath mingling.
“Still want me to slap you around after that, Ice Demon?” he whispered, voice low, wicked.
He licked sweat from Haneul’s jaw, grinning like a god, molten and merciless. “Because I’m just getting started.”
Haneul’s thoughts stuttered in the space between breaths. Oh… Fuck. … I just… can’t. My head is spinning. I can’t feel my legs. My body is fucking… vibrating. I have fought in battles and spread carnage since I was a damn toddler—can command every limb with a flick of will, master every ache and pain. But right now? This body is a stranger. This body isn’t mine.
He tried to roll over, to drag himself away, clawing weakly at the sheets, panting, drooling a little in the aftermath—eyes glassy, unfocused, as if the world was seen through water.
