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“I need to feed.” San clumsily blurts out as soon as Yunho steps inside the mansion.
As his familiar, San needs to feed from Yunho every few weeks, it’s usually a casual affair. Judging by San’s tone and quick-paced voice, Yunho knows something is going on. Besides, Yunho just got back from grocery shopping, his arms are full of filled-to-the-brim, light brown paper bags. San could have waited until Yunho reached the kitchen, but he didn’t, and there’s urgency in his words. Therefore, Yunho can confidently assume that something is going on.
“Are you hurt?” Yunho asks, evident concern quickly replacing his apprehension.
“No. I’m just hungry.” San assures him, he is twisting his arms behind his back and Yunho can tell from the slight shifting of his shoulders that San must be fiddling with his fingers – something San only does when he is anxious, purposely hiding his fidgeting. Being a familiar means that San can still eat regular human food, but since his transformation, his body also accepts blood, therefore he is able to choose one or the other, depending on the situation.
Yunho is about to say something else when Yeosang suddenly appears in the entryway, coming from the living room. When he spots Yunho, Yeosang rushes to shut the door behind him. The entrance of the mansion is a small room with various doors and a large staircase, each door leads to a different room: the kitchen, the living room, the library, etc. Yeosang glances at San, then back at Yunho and the paper bags in his arms.
“I can take those.” Yeosang casually says, marching towards Yunho and reaching for the groceries before Yunho can utter another word.
“But—”
“No buts. San needs you.” Yeosang snaps, almost a bit aggressively. Aware of his tone, Yeosang places a tender kiss on Yunho's cheek as an apology. “Take care of him, will you?” Yeosang adds before heading towards the kitchen without looking back.
Dumbfounded, Yunho lets San grab his hand and pull him up the flight of stairs, straight to their bedroom – they each have their own room if they wish to be alone, but the members of the coven almost always sleep with one another, San especially, is a fervent cuddler. Yunho lets himself be manhandled by San; he’s used to it by now. Yunho sits on the edge of the bed while San climbs into his lap, quickly making himself comfortable. Now that they’re seated, Yunho takes it as an opportunity to comment on the obvious.
“San. You fed last week.”
San freezes for a second, like a deer in the headlights. He meets Yunho eyes, smiling shyly before clarifying his intentions: “yeah…I just wanted you all to myself.”
“You could have just asked, you know?”
San hums, bouncing slightly, Yunho catches him by the hips to steady him. And then, San is kissing him, holding Yunho’s jaw with one hand, keeping him in place while San devours him – ironic, considering Yunho is the only fanged-being between the two (2) of them. Yunho lets San have his way with him for a little while, tightening his grip on San’s hips as San sucks on his tongue. Yunho would consider himself a devoted lover, always hyper focused on his partner (single or plural) and their vocal or verbal cues whenever they are in an intimate setting – and during their everyday lives as well, for that matter. As much as Yunho adores San and wants to give him his undivided attention, his enhanced senses pick up on suspicious sounds coming from the living room. Enhanced hearing, along with smell, strength, and other things, are often gifted to vampires during their transformation. Needless to say, Yunho’s hearing is exceptional.
Yunho smiles against San’s lips, cupping his cheeks to break their kiss for a moment. He stares at San lovingly, before saying: “I really appreciate your efforts in distracting me but…you know I can hear them, right?” Yunho asks, just to be sure.
San pouts, “don’t be mean. I told them you wouldn’t be fooled.”
Yunho smiles, pressing a kiss to San’s pouty lips. “You’re cute. Should I expect something big and eccentric?” He asks. It is his 120 th birthday after all, and knowing his coven mates, Yunho should probably be expecting anything and everything.
“Hongjoong and Wooyoung are in charge, that’s all you’ll be getting out of me.”
Yunho hums, “want to make-out for a little while?”
San beams. “Yes, please!”
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the living room is close to chaotic. There are colorful balloons and confetti all over the place – Mingi accidently turned on the confetti cannon while unboxing it, a few of them are still stuck in his hair. Jongho took care of organizing the buffet: chocolates, muffins, fizzy drinks, and packs of fresh blood are all on display, there’s a designated spot in the center for the birthday cake that Seonghwa ordered. Speaking off, Seonghwa is rearranging all the wrapped gifts they bought or made for Yunho in a neat little pile. Yeosang already has his headphones on, ready to start mixing all of Yunho’s favorite songs. Everything is in place, everything except—
“—where’s the cake?” Hongjoong suddenly asks.
“What do you mean, where’s the cake? ” Wooyoung counters, frowning.
“Weren’t you supposed to pick it up?”
“Weren’t you ?”
“We don’t have a cake?” Mingi sadly mumbles.
“We don’t have a cake.” Jongho deadpans.
“My loves—” Seonghwa begins, only to be cut off by said lovers.
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t going to pick it up?” Wooyoung whines.
“What? You were in charge of the cake!” Hongjoong comments in disbelief.
“No, I wasn’t!” Wooyoung yells.
“Guys—"
“It’s fine!”
“It’s not fine! We don’t have a birthday cake!” Wooyoung pouts.
“Maybe we can make one?” Mingi innocently suggests.
“Yunho and San are already making out! Baking a cake wasn’t part of the plan !”
The plan was simple. Step 1: ask Yunho to go grocery shopping. Step 2: intercept him when he gets home and distract him (cue San). Step 3: surprise him with the party and a birthday buffet with all his favorite treats. A simple three-step plan. Where nothing could possibly go wrong, at least, that’s what they all thought.
Hongjoong and Wooyoung continue to bicker about the missing cake. Meanwhile, having stepped out for only a moment, Yeosang comes back from the kitchen, headphones still secured over his ears. Yeosang is humming the song to himself as he walks towards the buffet to set down the giant chocolate-flavored cake he had picked up this morning. Once the cake is in place, Yeosang removes his headphones, surprised to hear his mates have gone completely silent. He turns around, only to be met with wide eyes, held-back laughter and a pouty Wooyoung. “What?” Yeosang asks.
“You have the cake.” Hongjoong says in disbelief.
“Well, obviously. I know you both well enough to know you would forget to pick up the cake. And I’m the only responsible one in this house.” Yeosang argues.
“That’s not true.” Wooyoung whines, arms crossed over his chest.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Hongjoong asks.
“Why didn’t you ask?” Yeosang snaps back. Hongjoong hisses.
“Oh, god.” Jongho whispers tiredly, he knows exactly how this is going to end.
“At least we have a cake.” Mingi happily mumbles.
A second later, Hongjoong is pouncing on Yeosang. Wooyoung joins them as they stumble against the sofa, play-fighting and tickling poor Yeosang. “You minx!” Hongjoong spits out, Yeosang only laughs louder as Wooyoung starts tickling his sides, right above his ribs. He’s being attacked from both sides; he’s doomed.
“Quiet down!” Jongho says, knowing Yunho will hear the commotion. But there’s a smile on his face as he watches his lovers fool around.
Then, there’s an awkward cough – from San. He and Yunho are lingering in the doorway.
“SURPRISE!” A chorus of voices beams proudly.
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The attic had been converted to an experiment room many years ago – the witches’ lab to be more precise. Up here, Yeosang and Mingi can practice their spells, their crafts, and their potions in peace. It doesn’t mean their coven mates don’t visit them on occasions, usually to cause some mischief, just like today. Yeosang is seated at his desk, carefully sewing his latest piece of clothing. The witch is so focused on his work that he almost doesn’t hear Wooyoung come in, shutting the door behind him before approaching Yeosang.
“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks in a sing-song voice.
“I’m making a skirt for Mingi, he said he wanted a patchwork skirt for spring.”
It goes without saying that Wooyoung knows Mingi didn’t outright ask for it. He must have been dropping clues here and there. Yeosang is a master in picking up cues and hints. Always reserving special attention to his coven mates. That’s his love language, preparing gifts in silence and surprising his loved ones after careful observation and confection.
“That’s adorable, Yeosang.” Wooyoung coos, before adding: “you look so focused, makes me want to eat you up.” His choice of words earns him a pointed glare.
Wooyoung lifts a hand up in surrender. “Never without permission, I know.”
Without another word, Yeosang goes back to work, used to Wooyoung’s unfiltered thoughts and crude honesty – Yeosang remembers their first meeting, Wooyoung had to adapt his attitude to the once sensitive human witch. With the years, Yeosang has grown used to his behavior and has gained confidence in himself, allowing him to meet Wooyoung on the same ground of unbalanced sentences. Wooyoung sits on a stool next to Yeosang, admiring his newest creation. He notices the various details and ideas annotated on his worksheets: a shorter length, a slit on the side, these all look like exceptional options to Wooyoung.
“Mingi will look so good in this. I bet no one will be able to keep their hands off.”
Yeosang smirks. Typical Wooyoung. “Are you already planning something?”
Wooyoung hums. “Just imagining the possibilities. I love the double length, it’s perfect for easy access.” He comments absent-mindedly, already imagining the scenes.
“Wooyoung, it’s not even done yet.” Yeosang points out, the skirt will likely take him a few more hours of careful sewing.
“Let a vamp dream, baby.” Wooyoung mumbles. “Can you imagine? Eating him out while he’s wearing it – better yet, making him ride you while he’s holding his little skirt up. Oh my god, Yeosang! This is a fantastic idea!”
“I’m trying to focus, Wooyoung.”
Oh. Wooyoung can already hear and see it: the slight acceleration in Yeosang’s heartbeat, the pink hue on his cheeks. The vampire smiles, fangs on display. “Am I distracting you? Are you imagining it right now?”
“Wooyoung. Stop.” Yeosang scolds him.
There’s no stopping him once he’s started. Wooyoung pushes because he knows he can. “You should make a matching one for yourself. How cute would that be?”
The pink on his cheeks has turned a deep shade of red. Yeosang has had enough, Wooyoung is interrupting his work. “I won’t be coming down until dinner. If you want to stay, make yourself useful.” Yeosang says. Wooyoung wants to play with his nerves, but both can play at this little game.
Wooyoung pouts. “I don’t know how to sew.”
“Who said anything about sewing?”
Yeosang parts his legs. “You can stay if you keep your mouth shut.”
Wooyoung smiles devilishly. “Can I? Really?”
“You said you wanted to eat me, didn’t you? Let me finish up, and then I’ll take care of you.”
Without another word, Wooyoung squeezes himself in the space under Yeosang’s desk – luckily for him, there’s enough room for him to settle on his knees without feeling claustrophobic. Yeosang parts his legs for him, adjusting so that Wooyoung can be more comfortable – as comfortable as he can be with his knees resting on the hardwood floor, really. Yeosang goes back to work without another comment, certain that Wooyoung will know what to do with himself. And he does. Wooyoung unzips Yeosang’s shorts (yes, shorts ), just enough so that he can reach inside his underwear. They have done this before, Wooyoung knows exactly what he needs to do. So, he wraps a few fingers around Yeosang’s cock, carefully pulling it free from the confines of Yeosang’s boxers. Slowly, Wooyoung wraps his lips around the tip, easing himself onto the length of his cock. He is mindful of his fangs, retracting them in his gums – this new anatomical ability has been quite useful in their coven. Unbothered by his non-existent gag-reflex, Wooyoung quickly swallows Yeosang down all the way. And then, he stays still. Waiting, because that’s exactly what Yeosang told him to do – to make himself useful and wait until he finished his work.
Wooyoung is being patient, as he always is with Yeosang, it’s their usual dynamic. Every few minutes, Yeosang lets out a contempt sigh, and every time, Wooyoung gets his hopes up, thinking Yeosang is finally done with his work – he’s not, he’s just teasing Wooyoung. At one point, Wooyoung is tempted to let his canines poke out, just to tease Yeosang back. But he knows this kind of defiance won’t bring him anything good, it will only grant him a longer punishment – he’s learned that the hard way. Minutes go by, Wooyoung has gotten used to the weight on his tongue and the slow beads of dripping pre-cum falling down his throat. Yeosang is affected by this, even if he doesn’t outright show it. Wooyoung can hear Yeosang’s heartbeats, can detect the pulse in his throat and the blood flowing through his veins. Yeosang is on edge, and it’s only a matter of time before he decides he’s had enough of waiting.
Seonghwa appears in his line of vision, their eyes meet and Seonghwa almost coos at the sight.
“Oh, there you are, Wooyoung.”
Yeosang clears his throat, looking up at Seonghwa. “He was being a brat.”
“I see.” Seonghwa says, reaching down to pat Wooyoung’s head gently – good boy. “Dinner is in 20 minutes.” Seonghwa informs them, clearly wondering if they will be present.
“We’ll be there on time.” Yeosang is quick to assure him.
“Alright. Don’t be too rough on him.” Seonghwa adds, caressing Yeosang’s cheek with a single, delicate finger. Yeosang hums, before promising, “I won’t.”
Patience , Wooyoung has learned with time, is indeed a virtue.
🕸
There are three (3) bathrooms in the mansion but only one (1) of them has a bathtub. Mingi was serious when he offered to prepare a bath for Jongho. The water is filled with bubbly soap, foam covering its entire surface. The room smells of lavender and Jongho suspects Mingi mixed a bit of magic to these comforting scents. There are a few candles scattered in the corners of the room, everything has been carefully placed to make Jongho feel at ease and peaceful. Speaking of, Jongho is currently immersed in the bubble bath, eyes closed, head cushioned against a small waterproof pillow stuck to the ledge of the tub. Mingi had to leave his side a few minutes ago, as much as Jongho loves him, he is glad to bask in a few moments of complete silence.
The day started off well. Hongjoong, Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho himself were having a small picnic in the garden. The duo of witches and the shifters enjoyed basking in the sun, unlike most of their housemates (for obvious reasons). Snacking on berries and cake whenever the sun was high in the sky and the temperature felt warm enough had become a ritual for them. The evening had been going well, until some kids decided to pull a prank on the quartet.
“Stupid defense-mechanism.” Jongho mumbles under his breath.
It was a stupid incident, harmless firecrackers. Still, it was enough to startle them and to force Jongho into his defense mechanism. Jongho has never enjoyed shifting, and he only does so when he feels in danger. It hurts, it’s uncomfortable and it’s avoidable – Jongho does everything in his power to live calmly and without fear. But sometimes, things just don’t go as planned. Thus, Jongho shifted, ran and hid into the forest for a few hours. Hongjoong found him first, thanks to his enhanced senses; teary-eyed and completely naked.
Jongho is close to falling asleep when he suddenly feels fingers in his hair. Opening one eye slightly, he spots Seonghwa, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, right by Jongho’s head. Neither say a word as Seonghwa begins a tedious and experienced head massage. Jongho melts further into the warm water, relaxing in the various scents and focusing on the circular motions of Seonghwa’s finger movements.
“Feels nice.” Jongho mumbles after a little while, eyes still closed.
“Are you feeling better?” Seonghwa asks. Jongho only hums as a reply. “Dinner will be ready soon.” Seonghwa adds, hoping the idea of a warm meal will excite Jongho.
Instead of the expected reaction, Jongho mumbles, “I’m not really hungry.”
The head-massage comes to an end, Jongho opens his eyes. Seonghwa is careful with his choice of words, he doesn’t want to rush Jongho. “You know, a few years ago I met a wolf-shifter—”
Jongho is quick to interrupt him, “define a few years, please. You’re 300 years old, Seonghwa."
“—49 years ago,” Seonghwa clarifies, “I met a wolf-shifter. We lived together for a little while, I learned everything I could about him and his ability. It takes time , Jongho. But you’ll learn to control your shifting.” Seonghwa assures him, trying to be hopeful.
“Will it hurt every time?”
“It takes a lot on your body.” Seonghwa says, wincing. Shifters usually experience their first transformation in their late teenage years or early adulthood. It has only been three (3) years for Jongho, and he has only shifted six (6) times during these years – seven (7) including today. His first shift happened a few weeks before he joined the coven. It’s not an episode of his life he enjoys remembering.
“I wish I wasn’t a shifter.” Jongho then whispers, mind clouded by negative thoughts.
Seonghwa coos. “Oh, baby. Don’t say that. It’s a part of who you are. You need to accept it and tame it, and you’re very capable, I’m absolutely certain you’ll be able to control it.”
His words are enough to move Jongho to tears. Without a word, Seonghwa climbs into the bathtub to comfort Jongho. His clothes are soaked in seconds, but Seonghwa doesn’t care at all, his priority remains the well-being of his lover. The action makes Jongho choke on a laugh. Seonghwa settled against him, holding him close.
Jongho laughs wetly. “You’re soaked now!”
Seonghwa smiles sweetly at him, “that’s not an issue.”
Draping his arms over Seonghwa’s shoulders, Jongho pulls himself closer until he’s able to press a delicate kiss to Seonghwa’s lips. Jongho is a tender lover, preferring to start sweet and slow before letting his feelings lead him to an intense explosion of want and desire. They kiss some more, Seonghwa lets Jongho take the lead, he lets him kiss him harder, for as long as he wants. When he is satisfied, Jongho pulls away slightly, simply to stare at Seonghwa.
“I’m so glad I met you.” Jongho whispers, just for Seonghwa to hear.
It makes Seonghwa’s heart ache, he loves all of his mates so deeply.
Seonghwa clears his throat before letting himself get overwhelmed by too much emotion. “Come on, now. Let’s get ourselves dry. San made your favorite food!” Jongho smiles.
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Mingi sighs again – he has lost track of his count once more. Doing inventory isn’t supposed to be a difficult task, Mingi has done it countless times before. Trying to count while Hongjoong stares at his bare thighs, now that can be considered a challenge. Mingi is wearing the skirt Yeosang has gifted him. It’s hot in the attic, so naturally, Mingi decided to wear the short version of his skirt – much to Hongjoong’s delight.
“It barely covers your ass.” Hongjoong mumbles in awe.
Cheeks flushed pink, Mingi whines. “Hongjoong. I’m trying to work here.”
“You’ve been up here for hours. And you’re wearing a skirt, Mingi.”
“Yeosang made it. And it’s too hot to wear it the long way in the attic.”
“I know! And it’s lovely, and Yeosang knew exactly what he was doing by making it so short.” Hongjoong adds, glad his coven mate came up with this clever trick.
“That was Wooyoung’s idea.” Mingi mumbles absentmindedly.
“Predictable.”
A beat later, Yunho walks in to save the day.
“Yunho, save me!” Mingi blurts out.
“What’s going on?”
“Hongjoong can’t keep his hands to himself for 2 minutes.”
“False! Look at him, Yunho. Isn’t he so pretty?” Hongjoong asks knowingly.
“The prettiest.” Yunho agrees.
“See—!” Hongjoong says.
“—That’s not the point! Mingi argues.
“Are you in heat?” Yunho pointedly asks, teasing, moving towards Hongjoong.
Hongjoong hisses. “You know that’s not how it works.”
Yunho laughs, he knows, of course he does, but teasing Hongjoong when he’s horny is fun . As a cat-shifter, not all the existing feline-characteristics apply to Hongjoong. His senses are a bit sharper (although not as much as a vampires’), he can shift into a fluffy orange cat, but he only does so when he feels cold or sleepy or moody. Hongjoong and Jongho’s relationship to shifting is very different: Hongjoong even enjoys it from time to time. Too much teasing will make Hongjoong grumpy and will usually result in him shifting and hiding in a corner to nap quietly. Yunho didn’t come up here to push his buttons, on the contrary.
“I’ll take care of you.” Yunho happily says.
Hongjoong smiles brightly. “You’re such a people-pleaser, baby.”
“You love it.” Yunho argues, although there is nothing to deny.
“Oh, I do.” Hongjoong confirms, stealing a kiss from him.
The duo stumble against the small sofa in the corner of the attic, to Mingi’s right. Yunho sits down, patting his lap in invitation. Hongjoong huffs before moving forward, he is about to settle in Yunho’s lap when Yunho makes a sound of disapproval, gesturing to a single thigh instead. Oh , Hongjoong thinks, this is how it’s going to be . Hongjoong smirks, sitting on one of Yunho’s legs instead of his lap. Satisfied, Yunho grabs Hongjoong by the hips, pulling him forward, purposely letting the fabric of their clothes rub together. Mingi is paying them no attention, finally able to focus on completing his inventory. Chest-to-chest, Yunho presses a small kiss to Hongjoong’s lips, enabling him to start kissing him. Hongjoong cups Yunho’s jaw, kissing him harder. Yunho hasn’t moved his hands; they are still firmly holding onto Hongjoong’s hips. Yunho can tell that Hongjoong wants to be touched by the way he whines against Yunho’s lips, sucking on his tongue in a teasing manner. But Hongjoong has been naughty all morning, relentlessly teasing poor Mingi when all he wanted to do was complete his daily tasks. So, Yunho will take care of him, to a certain extent.
Yunho pulls away from their lip lock, staring at Hongjoong sweetly. He steals a glance from Mingi, who has finally finished his counting, and who is getting ready to leave the attic. Mingi scoffs under his breath, because he knows his lovers too well, he knows that Yunho is just getting started with poor Hongjoong. So, Mingi walks their way, he presses an innocent kiss against Hongjoong’s cheek before whispering: “have fun!”
Then, Mingi walks away, closing the door behind him. Hongjoong pouts and Yunho takes the opportunity to start talking. “You wanted to fuck him that bad, didn’t you? Poor kitty , you really have no patience. I should tell Yeosang, maybe he could teach you a lesson or two (2), just like he did with Wooyoung. Would you like that?”
Hongjoong’s eyes widen at his words, he loves this side of Yunho, even if it’s hard to admit sometimes. Hongjoong prides himself with his endurance and catty attitude (pun not-intended). Yet, no is never an answer when his partners decide it’s time to play it a little rough.
Yunho pulls at his hair lightly before adding: “you can get off on your own, kitty .”
That’s exactly what Hongjoong is going to do, gladly too.
🕸
One evening, Seonghwa summons his partners to the living room. He is standing in the middle of the room, socked feet sinking into the carpet below while the rest of the coven are settled on the couch or in the armchairs. Seonghwa looks nervous – Seonghwa is never nervous. That alone is enough to grant him everyone’s full attention, conversations die down as Seonghwa begins, eyeing each of his lovers separately before speaking.
“One of my siblings will be joining us in a few nights. He will only be passing through, seeking shelter from the daylight, and will be gone by nightfall.” Seonghwa states, straight to the point.
“I didn’t know you had siblings.” Yunho comments, frowning slightly, he has known Seonghwa the longest. For him not to know something like this can only mean that Seonghwa wished to never address the matter.
Seonghwa nods, “Jun is part of an older generation of vampires, about 200 years older than I am and he is…far less open-minded about mixed covens than the younger generation is. If he does anything that makes you uncomfortable, please report back to me.”
“You’ve never mentioned him.” Mingi mumbles, clearly still curious.
“It’s been a few decades since I’ve seen him and, to be honest, I was hoping I would never have to deal with him again. He is arrogant and forceful, but he called upon me and, well, I don’t think I can refuse his request.” Seonghwa admits. His choice of words sends goosebumps up Hongjoong’s arms, he has a bad feeling about this.
Three days later, as predicted, Jun arrives. Upon sensing his presence, Seonghwa politely asks everyone to meet in the entryway. Jun looks nothing like Seonghwa. They aren’t blood-related, but they have the same sire, which stands for familiarity and loyalty amongst vampires. Jun eyes each member of Seonghwa’s coven individually and attentively, eyeing San a beat too long, it’s enough to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Odd coven you have here, brother.” Jun comments, in lieu of a proper greeting.
“Brother.” Seonghwa plainly greets him, ignoring his comment.
Jun continues nevertheless, “only three (3) vampires, two (2) witches, two (2) shifters, and…what are you ?” Jun adds, venom dripping from his tongue.
Yunho steps in front of San, visibly trying to shield him from Jun’s wandering eyes. Jun notices, of course. He stares right back at Yunho in defiance. Yours , his eyes seem to say. Simultaneously, Hongjoong hisses. He doesn’t like him at all. His cat-like instincts take over when he feels threatened. Seonghwa takes the lead to avoid further conflict.
“Follow me, I will lead you to your room for the night.”
Later that evening, San, Wooyoung and Jongho find themselves in the kitchen making late-night tea. It’s close to midnight, despite having three (3) vampires in their coven, their sleeping habits are similar to a humans’ hours. They don’t necessarily sleep during the day, their windows are equipped with UV filters, allowing everyone to live freely without worrying about the sun hitting their skin. Midnight tea is a recurring occurrence in their household, Jongho has been having trouble sleeping lately, his lovers are always happy to stay awake with him, if need be, or to cuddle him to sleep. San has been feeling a bit anxious since Jun’s arrival, he is hoping that a cup of tea – specially brewed by Yeosang – will put his mind at ease for a while. Wooyoung is hyperactive and gets little sleep, he’s simply happy to keep his lovers company.
“Where can one find fresh blood in this coven?”
The sudden voice startles Jongho, who almost drops his cup. The owner of said voice is none other than Jun, Seonghwa’s dearest sibling. He is looming in the entryway, waiting for an answer, eyeing the trio in slight annoyance. There are a few blood bags in the kitchen fridge, but they also keep most of their stock in a designated cooling room in the cellar – the vampires are usually the only ones to go there to feed quietly. Jongho takes it upon himself to make this transaction as quick as possible, volunteering to fetch Jun a fresh bag.
“I’ll get you a bag.” Jongho says, already standing up from his chair in order to rush to the cooling room. Jun walks further inside the kitchen. San is sitting next to Jongho, Wooyoung is standing near the stove, keeping an eye on the boiling kettle.
Jun hums, making himself comfortable on a free chair. “I’d appreciate O negative, cub .”
Jongho freezes in the doorway. No one calls him cub , except Mingi, and only to tease or comfort him. He knows he’s young for a shifter, but Jongho doesn’t like to be infantilized. Deciding to walk away from an unnecessary confrontation, Jongho steps out of the room. Wooyoung stares right at Jun in defiance, arms crossed over his chest, his presence is unwelcome and Wooyoung hopes his body language is enough to convey the feeling. Jun meets his gaze, seemingly amused, before focusing on San, who is trying his best to focus on the book he is currently reading.
“I’ve never tasted a half-blood.” Jun comments.
Wooyoung hears San’s heart skip a beat; he’s terrified. Half-blood is almost an insult to familiars, half-human and half-vampire, illegitimate of either definition. San doesn’t dare move, but Wooyoung does. He marches forward until he is standing right next to San.
“Stay away from him.” Wooyoung firmly says. “He’s not yours.”
“Well, he’s not yours either, is he?” Jun replies, smiling mockingly.
It’s true. San is Yunho’s familiar, not his. In this coven, they are all equal lovers, no one belongs to anyone. And no one belongs to Jun.
“So young and already a threat. You are a child compared to me, young one. Has your sire not taught you to respect your elders?” Jun asks, taunting him.
Wooyoung is fuming now. No one will insult his sire under this roof. “I will tolerate you while you are under this roof. But if you touch one of mine without consent, I won’t hold back, sibling or not.” Wooyoung spits out, standing his ground.
Jun breaks in another slow smile, showcasing his canines. “Feisty.”
Before Wooyoung can punch that arrogant smile off Jun’s face, Jongho reappears with a blood bag in hand. Wooyoung can sense his partners’ nervousness, he grabs the blood bag from Jongho, throwing it on the table in front of Jun before firmly saying: “good night.”
Jun grabs the blood bag, stands before replying. “Thank you. Have a good night, everyone.”
The air is heavy when Jun leaves the kitchen, San and Jongho are shaken up and Wooyoung worries the stress might trigger Jongho’s shifting – as it usually does when he feels threatened. Quietly, San summons Yunho with a low call of his name. A moment later, Yunho enters the kitchen, visibly concerned. Wooyoung takes Jongho’s hand in his, grabbing his mug of tea before gently pulling him towards the door.
Before leaving, Wooyoung tells Yunho to stay with San: “don’t let him out of your sight.”
(Jun leaves the next day, Seonghwa casts him away as politely as he can. He felt obligated to host his sibling for the day, but the incident with his youngest mates had been the final straw. Jun wishes them an agreeable evening, not before eyeing each member of his brother’s coven individually, again . Seonghwa asks him to never return and apologizes to his lovers.).
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As much as he loves being the one in control and giving orders, sometimes Yeosang seeks and needs the complete opposite. And as much as he tries to mask and conceal his emotions, his lovers always seem to know when his mood shifts. It all started with a single comment from Seonghwa, addressed to Mingi, while the three (3) of them were cuddling in bed the morning after Jun’s departure.
“I think your fellow witch is feeling underappreciated.” Seonghwa had said, before adding, oh-so-sweetly: “won’t you make him feel loved?”
Now, as Yeosang sinks down on Mingi’s cock with practiced ease, Yeosang realizes just how easy he is to read, and how close he is to tearing up already. Sometimes, his bottled-up emotions will resurface in intimate settings, when he feels the most vulnerable. Mingi is already kissing his cheeks in anticipation, hoping it will give him some comfort and dry his tears.
“My precious little witches.” Seonghwa coos from his side of the bed as he watches them.
Mingi’s hips jerk up at the words, the movement makes Yeosang jolt upwards in surprise. Seonghwa chuckles lightly. Then, he moves forward until he’s able to press a kiss to Yeosang’s lips. Seonghwa gives Mingi the same treatment, a small taste of his affection. Mingi loves kissing, and as soon as Seonghwa pulls away, Mingi lunges forward to kiss Yeosang. Eyes closed and tongues twisting together, Mingi grabs Yeosang’s hips, guiding him into his first bounce. Yeosang straightens himself, building up the confidence to start steadily moving on his own. They continue to exchange kisses as they move in unison. Yeosang’s hips jerk unsteadily when he feels Seonghwa come up behind him, dragging his fangs across Yeosang’s skin. Mingi pulls away to suck at Yeosang neck while Seonghwa decides to lightly bite Yeosang’s nape. Yeosang moans, the simulation makes him want more . Mingi licks at his neck, kissing the corner of Yeosang’s lips as Yeosang tries to move faster, the tension in his stomach is building up almost too-rapidly. As if the stimulation wasn’t enough, Seonghwa decides to sneak a hand forward until he is able to wrap his fingers around Yeosang’s cock. “Seonghwa—” Yeosang moans out, leaning his head back over Seonghwa’s shoulder. Seonghwa hums in satisfaction, targeting Yeosang’s neck once more, teasing the skin there with his fangs, biting but never drawing blood. Mingi leans forward to wrap his lips around one of Yeosang’s nipples, sucking harshly. Yeosang starts to feel overstimulated, like he’s about to explode in the merciless hands of his lovers. He knows he’s being loud and he’s sure everyone else can hear him and that Wooyoung will surely tease him later. Another particular suck makes Yeosang pull at Mingi’s hair. Seonghwa starts jerking him off. Yeosang melts in between his lovers, cum spilling in Seonghwa’s hand. Yeosang is gasping for air, torn between giving his attention to the fingers around his cock or Mingi’s cock still inside of him. “Mingi—please, cum!” Yeosang begs him, chasing his orgasm. Mingi shudders against him, reaching his high.
“Thank you.” Mingi babbles, “love you both.”
Seonghwa wraps his arms around Yeosang’s waist, slowly pulling him up and off Mingi’s cock. Yeosang whines pathetically at the loss, it makes Mingi giggle and kiss his tear-stained cheek. Yeosang hits his chest weakly, scolding him, “don’t laugh.” Laying side-by-side, Mingi moves to start cuddling Yeosang, pressing gentle kisses against his shoulder, his collarbone. There’s cum on their stomachs and on the bed sheets – Seonghwa is already up and out of the room, on his way to retrieve a damp towel, a shower will have to wait, post-orgasm cuddles are the number one (1) priority.
“Thank you for the skirt, Yeosang. I love it. Everyone loves it.” Mingi comments in a daze.
It’s Yeosang’s turn to laugh now. “You look pretty in it.” He adds.
“Seonghwa didn’t cum.” Mingi notes.
It’s true, Seonghwa was only focused on giving pleasure rather than receiving. It’s a habit of his, pleasuring his lovers is enough for him, he even prefers it over receiving – it pleases and satisfies him just as much. Yeosang turns to lay on his side, eyeing Mingi. “Want to gang up on him when he comes back?” Yeosang asks, whispering. Mingi smiles, “hell, yeah!”
Needless to say, Seonghwa received much pleasure that night.