klausaberwarita

𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩.

“well.” jongho started. “this is unexpected.”

because sitting in front of him in the middle of the hexagram filled with sigils he drew hours ago, was a pretty demon with equally pretty red horns. said entity introduced himself as wooyoung, and jongho thought he fell in love a little. for a self claimed high leveled witch, he's such weak ass, indeed.

“me?” wooyoung whispered. his honey-like voice, slipped through his mind like a fine wine. and jongho found himself getting drawn closer easily. as if he wanted to take a taste out of the demon skin, and probably spend the rest of his life drowning in it.

blinking dazedly, jongho glanced towards his poorly made hexagram, and realized he drew one of the sigils wrong. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, he thought. because the one coming 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 was an incubus, and not the high leveled demon he was aiming for. so, he quickly gulped down his disappointment and shaked his head out of the fuzzy fog blanketing his head. “yeah.”

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, his mind supplied. and yet, as the sweet smell of lust flooding his nostrils, he found himself does not care. because he sat still, as if he was waiting for the storm to pull him inside with open arms. but then again, maybe he really was.

“how come?” wooyoung asked softly. the demon's crawling closer towards where he sat with trembling hands. the demon's eyes were half lidded; inviting him to take a dive in. possibly to get him fall into his charm, and jongho thought wooyoung did not have to try that hard. because the sight of his toned pectoral, was enough to get jongho drunk with newfound desire.

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴' 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

“i don't know.” jongho admitted. he held his breath when wooyoung found himself a throne; in the form of his thick thighs, and claimed his seat there. “i did not check it again.”

“oh,” wooyoung said. his hand traveled upwards, and played with the growing bulge that was jongho's traitorous dick. “i guess i have a clumsy baby here.”

jongho said nothing. too busy getting himself trapped in the blue ocean that is wooyoung's eyes. calling him in like a deadly siren sitting on a cliff, upon witnessing lost pirates sailing over. maybe 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 people 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 with 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴. because ten minutes in, and he already got drowned far deeper than he ever felt. and yet, he found no regret as his blood danced to the hum wooyoung sang against his ear.

it was such an amusing sight; the way he groaned as he felt his soul left his body the moment wooyoung cupped him through his black trousers. skillful fingers worked him up, as if he was nothing but a plaything. but in front of wooyoung, he suspected maybe he really was one. because for fuck sake―wooyoung's lips were barely kissing his neck, and for the love of anything nice, that already felt heavenly. what if they moved fast forward? probably he would think he died already.

and somehow, that thought 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱 a little.

“holy shit, wait,” jongho whisper-yelled.

wooyoung pulled away, and tilted his head. there's amusement dancing across his gorgeous orbs. his hand never once stopping in stroking; riling jongho up bit by bit, until the young witch found himself getting frustrated, and slightly panicked. because how could a hellborn look so innocent playing with his clothed dick beneath his hand like 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

“huh?”

“no,” jongho panicked even further when wooyoung's motion against his crotch fastened, and felt the incubus' hand move to get his belt out of the way. “wait.”

wooyoung frowned, but stopped playing with jongho's belt. he sat still atop of his thighs, and waited patiently. for an incubus, he's surely such an anomaly.

“i thought my charm worked well on you?”

jongho grimaced, and took a deep breath. because if anything, his raging boner should tell the incubus more than his verbal response ever could. the incubus had been holding and playing with it for ... minutes? hours? honestly he did not even know anymore.

“it worked,” jongho said, and dared himself to reach around and rest his palms across the demon's jiggly ass. they felt nice, and he moaned at the thought of marking them up with his hands. “i can assure you.”

“i'm hungry.” wooyoung said flatly. and instead of going back to touch his dick, wooyoung leaned in to press open mouthed kisses along jongho's jaw. “or do you prefer to get fucked instead? i don't mind either way.”

jongho stared dumbly. “no,” he mumbled. suddenly feeling all shy, and too exposed. “i'm. i'm a virgin?”

wooyoung's lips stopped just beneath jongho's ear, and whispered his words against the skin. “you're cute.” wooyoung quipped helpfully. “but can you stay still, please?”

“wait,” jongho let out stressed sound. because the demon started to fumble with his belt, and freed his dick out of it's cage. “wooyoung―”

“oh,” wooyoung giggled. his pretty fingers were wrapping around jongho' shaft loosely, as he stared at it with so much wonder in his eyes. “your dick is even cuter.”

“wooyoung―”

but the demon had stopped listening. because wooyoung went on his knees; like he was about to pray to the 𝘨𝘰𝘥, thanking 𝘩𝘪𝘮 for the hearty meal he faced. jongho groaned, and felt himself growing even harder at the sight. because wooyoung, had leaned in and nuzzle against the length; feeling how his dick throbbed, and wooyoung kissed it like a champ.

“how do japanese people say it again?”

“woo―”

“itadakimasu!”

jongho thought heaven really was so close. because the sight that greeted his eyes, was nothing like the usual he witnessed on daily basis. because down there, wooyoung engulfed his dick like he would suck on his lollipop; lips stretched wide, with teary eyes. because the heat that surrounded his dick's the best he ever tasted. because when wooyoung hollowed his cheeks and sucked him dry, he thought of kami-sama, and thanked the deities above sincerely. because when wooyoung swallowed, he saw stars and moaned deep.

“fuck.”

and oh, how he thought he would draw the sigils wrong once again.

𝙠𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙖, 1.53 pm.