FOR YEARS, THE CRANE never bowed its red-crowned head down to the tiger. honoring a disgraced royal is never a cause of pride. the chas are meant to wither in the frost of motionless eternity. the heads of their ancestors offered as sacrifice in exchange for rain to wash away sins. minwoo’s pious sentiments towards what his family has established don’t falter, but that night he overlooks the grand scheme of politics, instead giving in to his most basic instincts. he is enraptured by a poisonous force.
while they are the most beautiful of creatures, they are also vicious beings.
when the prince puts his hand around minwoo’s neck it is different from last time. the rage that flows through his veins expects him to break jinho’s nose. yet, desire’s method is to have their mouths crashing against each other. it is inside of the car when he kneels before him (for the second time in his life). mind getting reckless and zipper going down and face facing his crotch. minwoo’s hands slides over strong thighs. image is such a fragile commodity in that position.
he must have looked ridiculous clinging to the shorter vampire, as he opened the door to the cha residence. too large for the non existent souls of the brothers, but just enough to trap the groans and whimpers that follow. in the middle of the vestibule, jinho’s sheer outfit doesn’t last at the mercy of his desperation. between them, a secret sort of thrill flowered along the golden blood spilled by the prince. jinho gives and never takes. a foolish visionary. minwoo can change that.
he wants to make him dirty. jinho’s aorta bleeding into the night. see him shiver after every cut, for he is with a god that rarely drains himself. how lucky. blessed his existence for touching the impossible. on his part, minwoo welcomes every bite like an old friend. his body is warm and pliant. trained to stay resilient in the face of pain. as climax approaches, hands holding above his head, he forgets about the baduk board and the war flag he bears.
crimson and white sheets are the ensign of their act. minwoo’s eyelids welcome light, only to be hit with a realization. his cheek is against a rising and falling chest. when he looks up, he discovers jinho’s (now very well known seraphic) features. minwoo always leaves before the day comes, this time the sun won the race. he wriggles his way out of the bed, where he had been sprawled over like a panther. all fluttering eyelashes and plush lips. then, there is a shift in the mattress. he remains still, knowing the other is awake.
“good morning. do you want breakfast, minwoo?”
his royal highness is back to his usual self. the kindness, as usual, makes things awkward. minwoo, his name different from the wanton and needy tone from yesterday. how hungry can he be after what happened. for the first time, he does not know how to face jinho. silver tongue useless, opposite to the night before, with curses and motions. his mind is running a mile a minute, thinking of picking up his way more modest clothes that are in the first floor. maybe they can play pretend a few hours more.
