when the lights fade out (all the sinners crawl) {i/ii}
Title: when the lights fade out (all the sinners crawl)
Rating: nc-17
Side Pairings (if any): chendae if you squint
Warnings: supernatural themes, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 10,963
Summary: Jongin always knew his crush on Do Kyungsoo would get him in trouble.
“O’ salvi, Caelius. Proteci caelios. Bendicta terri santus et.”
Jongin sits on his knees, hands folded in prayer and head bowed. His voice is soft, barely above a whisper.
“Et ruis laqueim votri aeris, ruis inerita nomini teo.”
He feels the presence of magic around him, swirling in warm ribbons against his skin as he mumbles to himself. His body is starting to ache from being in this position too long, but he ignores it for now in favor of finishing the prayer. The soft wind coming from town ruffles his feathers and Jongin tries not to frown when his senses fill with a strange smell.
“O’ salvi, Caelius. O’ salvi.”
The magic freezes around him the moment he stops his praying and he opens his eyes just in time to catch the majestic sight. Purples, blues, greens, yellows, and reds sparkle around him, nothing but pure light reflecting on his white clothing as it all fades to a brilliant gold. Jongin breathes in relief when the light slowly falls until it hits the ground, warmth and light fading as it soaks into the Earth.
It worked. “Fucking finally.”
Jongin stands up, stretching his arms and extending his wings so he can work out the stiffness while he looks around at his handiwork. The trap he had laid is now completely invisible, the paint he had used to draw the pentagram fading into the soft grass Jongin’s been praying on top of for the last four hours.
He’s proud, to say the least. He wasn’t exactly sure if it would work since it’s such a lengthy spell to cast, but all of his studying payed off. He supposes that might have been one of the reasons he was chosen for this mission. It is a hard spell to master, but then again, Jongin knows more than a handful of archangels like himself that could probably cast it a lot quicker than he had.
In all honestly, he knows exactly that’s not why he was chosen for this mission.
Do Kyungsoo has been a thorn in his side since the first day they had met back when Jongin had to deliver a message to Patronus, the runner of the Hells. It was an easy task and the angel should have been in and out in seconds, but no. Shame on him for asking a demon of all creatures for directions.
Kyungsoo had brought him all over the Hells, only bringing Jongin to Patronus last minute when the angel was about to explode from anger. Luckily, Patronus only found it amusing that Jongin was so flustered and didn’t complain for how late the angel was delivering the message.
”It’s nice to see my children making friends with those of Caelius’,” she had said.
It took all Jongin had to keep the kind smile on his face as Kyungsoo snickered somewhere behind him. He knows the war between angels and demons has been over for a millennia, but he couldn’t help but to want to sock Kyungsoo right in his pretty little face. He didn’t however, and decided to control himself since attacking a demon would mean breaking the very treaty between Caelius and Patronus that has allowed peace on Earth for all these years. He had bid Kyungsoo goodbye and thought he would never have to see the demon again in his life, but oh was he wrong.
It seemed like almost every mission Jongin was assigned to, Kyungsoo was there. Since the treaty means equal treatment between the deities, a mission will always have angels working alongside demons. It’s a precaution since most of the time since it’s usually rogue demons causing the trouble and the last thing Caelius wants is for his children to be blamed for possibly violating the treaty. The same goes for Patronus when the occasional extremist angel goes on a killing spree of innocent demons.
No one wants to be put in the blame. Jongin understands that, but he still hasn’t exactly figured out who he pissed off enough to have Kyungsoo assigned to every one of his tasks.
It happens so often, in fact, the higher ups think Jongin and Kyungsoo actually get along and decided to allow them to be partners of sorts. Jongin hates it with every fiber of his being.
It’s not particularly because Kyungsoo is a demon- Jongin’s not that mean to judge someone just because of what they were born as. No. What bugs Jongin to his very core is the fact whenever they’re together Kyungsoo just has to tease him, say things like ‘such a pretty little angel’ or ‘you’re so gorgeous just standing there, how is this even possible?’. It makes Jongin blush so terribly because he actually likes hearing such sweet things come from Kyungsoo’s lips, but he gets so pissed off because Jongin’s angelic brothers are usually right there and hear everything.
Jongin’s thought about complaining to the head archangel, Junmyeon, but he knows nothing will change. Despite the fact Kyungsoo loves to mess with him, he actually gets shit done and is a great comrade in the eyes of everyone around them. When he needs to be serious, he is and Jongin’s grateful for that.
It just sucks to be the subject of the demon’s endless torment.
Jongin tries to tell himself it’s just the demon’s personality, but he notices that the other never treats anyone else the same way. With the others, Kyungsoo is all blank expressions and intimidating looks just like every other demon Jongin’s had to deal with in the past. He never smiles, never chuckles, never even utters a word unless he deems a question directed to him worthy of an answer.
It confused Jongin to no end and he’s trying really hard not to catch feelings for the other man, but he makes it severely difficult. The good thing is that they’ve never been left alone together except for the first time they met. Most of their missions have needed back up so luckily Kyungsoo’s touchiness that seems to spark whenever Jongin is in any sort of proximity of him has been kept to a minimum.
It’s so unfair that Kyungsoo probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing to the angel’s heart. Demon and angel relationships are still rare even though the treaty between the two races has been around so long. There is still a lot of animosity between Caelius, the ruler of the Heavens, and Patronus, the ruler of the Hells, so their children try to not aggravate them. There’s also the fact the two races usually don’t get along well at all.
Demons tend to have more chaotic tendencies and urges, more sadistic with the way they carry out their killings on their missions. It’s in their nature, unlike angels who are swift with their kills and never stray from their orders unless it interferes with their own moral code. The two are polar opposites and have been since the beginning of time.
So what makes Do Kyungsoo so special that Jongin feels affected just by his very presence? Who knows. All Jongin knows is he needs to get over himself and stop getting so hung up on a stupid demon already.
Jongin smiles gleefully at the trap he’s laid, dusting off his hands. Right now he’s waiting for the said demon to show himself so he can answer for the small crimes he’s committed tonight.
It’s common for demons to give into their urge for mischief and torture the human race. Caelius doesn’t mind as long as no one is actually hurt, but will send teams out to put a stop to it eventually. It doesn’t violate the treaty he and Patronus had set, so he could care less. Unfortunately, because Jongin and Kyungsoo have been partnered together so often, his superiors thought it would be a good idea if the angel went down alone to handle the demon and try to talk him down from his feral state.
It’s not a big deal, honestly. Kyungsoo just happened to get his hands on some lust powder and decided to spread it all over the nearby human village. Now the poor villagers are all fucking like rabbits and don’t even understanding why their bodies can’t be sated. It’s a petty crime and Jongin knows Kyungsoo with nothing more than a stern wag of the finger from one of the members of the high council, but the angel’s still bitter because now he has to go and contain the situation before things can possibly get out of hand.
This is how Jongin finds himself standing in the middle of an open meadow admiring his own handiwork. The pentagram has become completely undetectable now that the paint has faded with the help of Jongin’s spell, it stretching over the entire area of the meadow.
It may seem dumb to lay such a complicated trap in such an open and obvious area, but he knows Kyungsoo can sense his presence and there is no doubt in Jongin’s mind the demon will come crawling to him at one point. For now, though, Jongin just needs to wait and hide out somewhere in the brush until the other shows himself, then the angel will be able to take the lust powder from him and talk him back down to sanity.
Jongin brushes off his alabaster pants and jacket. He adjusts his leather belt and the ties keeping his jacket together, the heel of his matching brown leather knee high boots digging into the soft earth as he marches his way to the edge of the pentagram, wings puffed up in pride for doing such a great job. He looks up at the sky, seeing the stars making their debut for the night, the moon shining down on him brightly and lighting up the dark forest around him. He’s in the middle of admiring the twinkling little lights above when he runs into what feels like a brick wall.
He blinks, rubbing his head and staring straight ahead. He puts his hands out blindly, eyes widening when his hand rests against a hard, invisible surface.
“No,” Jongin says in a small voice. He frantically looks down at the soft grass underneath his boots, practically punching the invisible barrier and watching in horror as the pentagram he made lights up only to fade a moment later.
“No, no, no!” His wings flap erratically as he tries to take off, probably looking insane to any onlooker as he stumbles back and forth. It’s all in vain, though. His feet might as well be glued to the ground.
He continues to try to fly anyway, jumping and grunting in frustration until finally he trips over something and is sent toppling forward. His arms pinwheel out, wings fluttering and jerking as he lands flat on his face.
Jongin whines when his cheek throbs from the harsh impact, but he doesn’t bother getting up. His iridescent wings lay flat against the ground as he lays on his tummy in defeat, arms spread in the soft grass. He kicks his legs a couple times, uncaring of how childish he looks as he throws his little tantrum.
How’s he supposed to tell Junmyeon that he, an archangel with centuries of training, let his target get away because he trapped himself in his own pentagram?
Jongin groans out loud, body slumping pathetically. Jongdae and Chanyeol are never going to let him live this down when they find out. Those two are always looking for new ways to tease him.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” Jongin gasps at the sudden sound of the familiar, soothing voice, looking up to see a man dressed in a blood red leather jacket, his eyes a bright ruby color. “I can’t believe you’ve caught yourself in the trap you’ve laid for me. You really are precious.”
“Kyungsoo...” Jongin says breathlessly, a little dazed just but the other’s sudden presence. The wonderful sight of his tight, black pants and his short hair styled up and to the side makes Jongin have to blink a few times to make sure he’s not imagining things. The angel swallows hard when he makes eye contact with the smug looking demon, blushing and fumbling the moment Kyungsoo’s lips quick into a charming half-smile.
Jongin stutters out incoherently, sitting on his knees in front of the demon before releasing a little squeak at how close the other’s crotch is to his face. The angel falls back, shakily getting to his feet and taking a few steps back so there’s a larger distance between them.
He glares, pointing his finger accusingly. “You.”
Kyungsoo chuckles. “Hello, Angel.”
Jongin frowns even harder. “I was waiting for you.”
“A pretty little thing like you waiting for me? Well aren’t I just the luckiest demon in all the of Heavens and the Hells”
A steady flush creeps over Jongin’s cheeks, his skin prickling like it always does when Kyungsoo teases him. The angel’s wings puff up as he speaks, not liking the way Kyungsoo is eyeing him so strangely. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Kyungsoo takes a step closer and in turn Jongin takes a step back, putting his arms out defensively in case the demon gets violent. “So you didn’t want to play with me? Shame. I was looking forward to this all day.”
Jongin looks at him suspiciously. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” He blinks, taking in the calm look in the demon’s eyes. “Wait.”
Usually when a demon gives into their feral nature, they’re absolutely wild. Their eyes unfocused and their body unable to keep still as they try to ruin and tear apart everything in sight. The few times Jongin’s been sent to detain demons like this, it’s been brutal and rough, especially the moment they realize he’s an angel. They’re natural enemies after all, so it’s understandable for demons to get a bit more violent when heavenly deities like him try to stop them.
Kyungsoo, on the other hand, is a different story. Of all of the detainee missions Jongin’s been assigned to, he’s never seen a demon looks so…. Calm.
Jongin’s eyes widen with realization when Kyungsoo takes another step closer to him, expression still smug. “You didn’t even go feral did you?”
Kyungsoo grins and Jongin tries not to stare at the way his lips turn into a pretty heart shape when he does. “Nope.”
This son of a bitch.
“So you mean to tell me you just decided to steal lust powder from Patronus’ secret vault, on your own free will?” When demons go feral, they do things without thought or feeling. It’s one of the reasons why Caelius excuses such unruly behavior. The poor creatures can’t help it. Kyungsoo on the other hand…
The demon takes another step closer, taking advantage of the fact Jongin’s hands have fallen to his sides. Even though Jongin is taller than him, he feels two feet tall under Kyungsoo’s intimidating gaze. “Well you can’t blame me for wanting to have some fun, right?”
For a moment, Jongin swears he sees a wild look in Kyungsoo’s gaze and he tentatively reaches for his weapon on his hip when the other man lifts his hand towards the angel’s face. Jongin holds his breath, body tensing. “W-What are you doing?”
Kyungsoo smiles tenderly, but Jongin doesn’t trust those mischievous eyes, especially when he licks his thumb and brings it to Jongin’s cheek. They’re lips are almost brushing when Kyungsoo gets on his tippy toes, their breaths mingling for what feels like hours until the smaller man finally makes a move.
Jongin can barely respond when he feels the other’s wet saliva on his cheek, the skin there heating up and tinting a light pink the moment he sees the little bit of dirt on Kyungsoo’s thumb. He must have gotten some on his face when he fell.
“There. Now you’re all pretty again,” Kyungsoo says, looking at him with some strange sense of pride.
Jongin bites the inside of his cheek, still not used to being complimented so openly like this. He wipes his cheek in embarrassment, scoffing. “L-Look, buttering me up won’t get you out of trouble, okay? If you did all this on your own dime, then you’re going to have to be punished by council of angels.” Kyungsoo smiles, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Jongin narrows his eyes at him in suspicion. “What are you laughing at?”
Kyungsoo gives him a pointed look. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe I did this because I knew they’d send you to stop me, beautiful?”
“I-.. That’s..” Jongin stutters, hands balling into fists as anxiety twists in his stomach. “Why would you want that?”
‘Why would you want me?’
As far as he knew, there was only a small chance that Kyungsoo was actually interested in him the same way the angel was interested in him. He does tease him nonstop whenever they’re together, but most demons are playful like that. Then again, Kyungsoo can be quite the serious person when it comes to speaking to anyone outside of Jongdae, Chanyeol, and himself. They’re really the only angels Kyungsoo seems to even bother smiling around.
“So I could have a moment alone with you,” Kyungsoo grins cheekily.
Again, Jongin can’t help but to feel suspicious. He knows it’s damn near impossible for angels and demons to meet outside of work, but he’s not sure how to feel about Kyungsoo causing so much trouble just to spend a few moments with him. As much as his heart wishes it to be true, he’s not about to lower his defenses so easily.
“Well you got it because now we’re both stuck here until reinforcements come looking for me,” Jongin says, gesturing to the open field with the magic infused pentagram under their feet.
“Looks like my prayers have been answered then.”
As if on instinct, Jongin breaks eye contact and looks down at his feet, unable to take Kyungsoo’s undivided attention on him like this. It’s not until he feels Kyungsoo tenderly take his hand does he look up again, the other’s warm hands folding over his own.
“You’re so cold. Have you been waiting for me long?”
Jongin feels like there’s cotton in his mouth with the way Kyungsoo makes it sound as if the angel was waiting for him as if they were meeting for some sort of date. He squirms, chest tightening and stomach fluttering with butterflies. There’s a gentle spark from where their skin comes in contact with each other and the excitement that wells up in Jongin’s throat confuses him to no end. He feels the overwhelming need to just turn to mush under the demon’s very touch, but refrains from possibly making an idiot of himself in front of his crush.
It doesn’t help that the lust powder blowing heavily through the air, constantly invading his senses. Arousal prickles at his skin and settles deep in his gut, but the last thing he needs is to pop a boner in front of Kyungsoo and give him something else to tease him about.
“I-I don’t think you should be so close…” He’s not really sure if he could keep his body in check with the way the demon is tenderly trailing his fingers over the prominent veins of atop his hand, brushing his knuckles up his arm like Jongin’s some sort of longtime lover. Kyungsoo just grins, though, tilting his head cutely.
“You’re right,” Kyungsoo says, cupping Jongin’s cheek for a moment and leaning in a bit closer, as if he was going to kiss him. Jongin holds his breath for what seems like the millionth time that night, taking in how amazing the demon looks in the dim lighting of the moonlight. His midnight black hair cut short but still long enough to be styled up off his pale face, his lips full and his cupid's bow just so incredibly cute to Jongin’s dazed mind. He’s just so mesmerizing that Jongin can’t help put to give into his desires and let his eyes flutter closed, leaning in to meet Kyungsoo halfway. The angel just barely feels the soft skin of Kyungsoo’s lip, before the other pulls away. Jongin’s eyes snap open when he suddenly feels Kyungsoo step back, seeing him standing with a teasing smile and sparkling eyes.
“I should give you your space. Afterall, a gorgeous piece of artwork like yourself is meant to be appreciated from afar.”
Jongin immediately feels his stomach twist, a frown making its way on his face at the way Kyungsoo giggles to himself, obviously enjoying just how affected Jongin looks. He ignores the heat spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, huffing and walking away from the demon. The angel flicks the other off when the demon asks where he’s going, knowing he’s being childish but walking to the other side of the field until he hits the barrier’s edge.
He slumps, sitting on the ground and crossing his arms. He frowns, staring ahead at the tree line a few feet from him. Jongin mumbles a few curses under his breath when he feels his pants getting a little tight, not at all liking how Kyungsoo can get him all worked up so easily. The lust powder is partly to blame, but deep down he knows it’s a little more than that.
Jongin doesn’t even flinch when Kyungsoo sits beside him, leaving just enough space so the angel can let his wings slump comfortably. He glares at the demon, trying not to think about just how good it felt to have him so close before.
Kyungsoo looks up at the stars, eyes only flitting to him when Jongin mumbles something unintelligible. “Was that a curse word I just heard come from that pretty little mouth?”
Jongin huffs. “How do you know I wasn’t praying for your soul?”
“No offense, angel, but you don’t really look like the praying type.”
“And how do you know what the ‘praying type’ looks like?”
Kyungsoo gives a lazy grin. “I know things.”
Jongin rolls his eyes, fiddling his fingers in his lap anxiously. Just Kyungsoo’s very presence seems to affect him, especially with his amplified hormones from the lust powder right now. “Yeah? And what else do you know?”
Kyungsoo hums, leaning back and resting on his arms. “Well. First of all, I know you’re unlike any angel I’ve ever met.”
“How flattering.” He hopes he comes off as passive because his heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest right now.
“I’m serious.”
“Sure you are.”
“See? That. That’s what I’m talking about.” Jongin turns his head to give the demon a curious look, playing with the hem of his jacket and silently waiting for him to continue. Kyungsoo just shakes his head, looking back up at the starry sky and sighing softly. “All of the angel’s I’ve ever met are complete pushovers, like all Heaven is is a a bunch of cookie cutter groupies that just run around and sneer at any other species that they consider lower than them.”
Jongin purses his lips, looking down for a moment because it’s true. Angels can be some of the most stuck up beings, especially archangels like him. Jongin’s never been like that, though. He never let the praise of how great of a warrior he is go to his head and tries to ignore the constant slurs his angelic brothers throw around against those that are weaker. He’s just never seen the appeal in being so ignorant to think his own life matters more than those ‘under’ him. It’s one of the reasons why he gets along so well with Jongdae and Chanyeol. They may be lower ranking angels, but they’ve been by Jongin’s side since his childhood. It’s probably why Kyungsoo doesn’t mind being around them during their missions.
Jongin licks his lips. “I’m sorry.”
What is he apologizing for? Even he doesn’t seem to know, but it makes Kyungsoo smile nonetheless.
“There it is again. The thing that makes you so special. You know very well you’re not at fault yet here you are, apologizing as if you’re the very person who’s caused angels to have snooty attitudes in the first place.” Kyungsoo’s grin turns, mischievous as he scoots a little closer. “That and you fight back. You talk back to me and you’re not even hesitant to tell me to fuck off if I fluster you too much. Which is adorable by the way. I could listen to you curse me out all day if I’m being honest.”
Laughter bubbles up in Jongin’s throat, unable to help but to giggle at the stupid, lovestruck look on Kyungsoo’s face. When his little giggle fit calms down, Jongin looks at Kyungsoo disbelievingly. “Is this why you did all this? Just to tell me I’m not like other boys and try to sweep me off my feet?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes light up, head tilting in the slightest. “You’d let me sweep you off your feet, Angel?”
Jongin bites his lip, shyly averting his gaze. “Depends.”
The other man seems to perk up in interest, letting his hand rest on Jongin’s knee. “On?”
Jongin takes in a shuddering breath, watching as if hypnotized as Kyungsoo’s fingers dance along his clothed thigh. He shakily lifts his own hand, resting it atop of Kyungsoo’s and running the pads of his fingers along the demon’s knuckles. Kyungsoo just watches him with a soft gaze, his ruby eyes strangely not intimidating at all.
Kyungsoo’s lips part as he looks at Jongin, eyes searching while he lets his other hand hover over Jongin’s cheek. “Can I?” he asks quietly.
Jongin nods, not really knowing what the demon is referring to. Kyungsoo settles himself so he’s thigh to thigh with the angel, letting his fingers ghost over his prominent jaw line. Jongin has to bite his lip to keep from whimpering at the soft touch, immediately leaning into it and letting the other man do what he wants.
Kyungsoo takes his time mapping out the planes of his face, the pads of his thumb and index finger gliding over his slightly damp forehead. They make their way down to trail over his eyebrows, the rest of his fingers following suit as they gently stroke the angel’s cheek.
Jongin practically keens under the relaxing touch, feeling himself slip into this fuzzy state of mind. Everywhere Kyungsoo touches practically sends sparks of excitement down Jongin’s spine, but it’s when he feels the tips of Kyungsoo’s fingers ghost over his lips that he lets out an involuntary whimper.
Jongin feels himself starting to clam up the moment the noise escapes his throat, eyes snapping open in panic. Kyungsoo shushes him though, swiping the angel’s bottom lip once. “Shh, Angel. It’s okay.” Kyungsoo’s deep, velvety voice calms him and allows him to relax against the tender touches again. The demon seems to notice and gives an encouraging smile.
“That’s a good boy…”
The angel shivers at the compliment, lips parting in the slightest as Kyungsoo focuses back on feeling his plush lips. Jongin barely even reacts when the demon experimentally presses his index finger passed his lips and lets it bump against the angel’s teeth. Jongin opens his mouth a little wider, just enough to let the finger slip farther inside, staring dazedly at the man in front of him.
Jongin’s tongue lays flat against the digit as he closes his lips around it. Kyungsoo’s eyes darken, intensely watching how the angel’s plush lips wrap around his finger. “Fuck you’re gorgeous.”
He sucks lightly, eyes fluttering closed as he brings his hand to rest on Kyungsoo’s forearm. He gets lost in his own little world with the way Kyungsoo whispers non stop praise and compliments, his head a little woozy at just how much that beautiful voice affects him.
Kyungsoo inserts another finger and Jongin barely even notices, feeling so light and airy, that is, until he feels a gentle kiss being pressed to his neck.
Suddenly he’s hyper aware of how his cock strains painfully in his pants, not even realizing he was getting hard just by these small touches. Jongin’s eyes sting with tears and he frantically moves away from the demon, mortified at the fact he let himself get so turned on from something so tiny and simple as sucking on the other’s fingers.
Kyungsoo blinks, laughing when he sees Jongin press his thighs together and cross his feet. It only embarresses Jongin even further, his hazy mind not understanding why exactly the demon is chuckling at him like that. He curls in on himself, though, his stomach twisting in painful knots as a stray tear runs down his cheek.
Jongin brings his knees to his chest, sitting a little ways away from Kyungsoo and glaring at him as he wraps his arms around his legs. When Kyungsoo just grins at him, Jongin avoids looking him in the eye, folding his wings around him so he’s completely hidden from view.
He hears Kyungsoo say something under his breath, but the angel ignores it. Instead he focuses on his thundering heart beat and his dizziness from being so exposed to the lust powder. It shouldn’t affect him the way it does humans, making them feel out of control of their own urges and make them want to fuck everyone in sight, but it’s certainly messing with his senses. He’s hyperaware of every movement Kyungsoo makes even though his wings cover his line of sight and can sense his presence as the demon cautiously crawls toward him. He holds his breath, toes curling in his boots as Kyungsoo just plops himself right in front of him.
Jongin’s wings tremble in anticipation, his body just aching to be touched in some way by the other man even though he shouldn’t be feeling this way. His hazy mind scrambles for an explanation, the only logical one being that maybe the powder affects feelings and urges in higher deities like himself that had already pre-existed prior to being exposed to it.
It’s the only thing that seems to make sense considering Jongin’s body isn’t craving to be fucked, it’s craving Kyungsoo.
Jongin bites his lips and pressing his face into his knees as he curls in on himself, desperately trying to ignore his cock twitching with interest between his legs when Kyungsoo playfully blows on his feathers.
“Pretty little Angel, I know why you’re hiding,” the demon's voice is soft and kind, but Jongin still tenses the moment he hears the other speak. “It’s okay, love. I have the same problem.”
Jongin blushes to the roots of his hair, wings curling around him even more. He can’t think of a proper response besides “M’ not little”, only flustering him further when he hears Kyungsoo’s soft chuckle.
“Okay, not little.” Jongin gasps when he feels gentle fingers stroke his feathers. “But still pretty.”
Jongin takes a few deep breathes, slowly unfolding a wing so he can peek at the demon in front of him. He doesn’t expect to see the look of pure adoration on Kyungsoo’s features as he admires the soft feathers of Jongin’s wings, running his hands along them and watching carefully as he takes in the iridescent sheen to them.
Jongin chokes when the demon’s red eyes flit to his face Only the angel’s eyes can be seen over the feathers, but Kyungsoo smiles regardless.
He practically squeaks when he’s caught staring, but the angel’s not allowed to curl in on himself this time. Kyungsoo carefully pushes his iridescent feathers aside, his touch making the angel shiver. Jongin half expects the other man to try to move closer, but he just kneels there and stares.
Jongin’s suddenly hyper aware of the bright red flush staining his cheeks, the light sheen of sweat starting to collect on his forehead that begins to soak into his tousled hair. It makes him so flustered to have all of Kyungsoo’s attention on him like this, especially since he knows they’ll be alone for a long time before reinforcements show up.
part ii
Rating: nc-17
Side Pairings (if any): chendae if you squint
Warnings: supernatural themes, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 10,963
Summary: Jongin always knew his crush on Do Kyungsoo would get him in trouble.
“O’ salvi, Caelius. Proteci caelios. Bendicta terri santus et.”
Jongin sits on his knees, hands folded in prayer and head bowed. His voice is soft, barely above a whisper.
“Et ruis laqueim votri aeris, ruis inerita nomini teo.”
He feels the presence of magic around him, swirling in warm ribbons against his skin as he mumbles to himself. His body is starting to ache from being in this position too long, but he ignores it for now in favor of finishing the prayer. The soft wind coming from town ruffles his feathers and Jongin tries not to frown when his senses fill with a strange smell.
“O’ salvi, Caelius. O’ salvi.”
The magic freezes around him the moment he stops his praying and he opens his eyes just in time to catch the majestic sight. Purples, blues, greens, yellows, and reds sparkle around him, nothing but pure light reflecting on his white clothing as it all fades to a brilliant gold. Jongin breathes in relief when the light slowly falls until it hits the ground, warmth and light fading as it soaks into the Earth.
It worked. “Fucking finally.”
Jongin stands up, stretching his arms and extending his wings so he can work out the stiffness while he looks around at his handiwork. The trap he had laid is now completely invisible, the paint he had used to draw the pentagram fading into the soft grass Jongin’s been praying on top of for the last four hours.
He’s proud, to say the least. He wasn’t exactly sure if it would work since it’s such a lengthy spell to cast, but all of his studying payed off. He supposes that might have been one of the reasons he was chosen for this mission. It is a hard spell to master, but then again, Jongin knows more than a handful of archangels like himself that could probably cast it a lot quicker than he had.
In all honestly, he knows exactly that’s not why he was chosen for this mission.
Do Kyungsoo has been a thorn in his side since the first day they had met back when Jongin had to deliver a message to Patronus, the runner of the Hells. It was an easy task and the angel should have been in and out in seconds, but no. Shame on him for asking a demon of all creatures for directions.
Kyungsoo had brought him all over the Hells, only bringing Jongin to Patronus last minute when the angel was about to explode from anger. Luckily, Patronus only found it amusing that Jongin was so flustered and didn’t complain for how late the angel was delivering the message.
”It’s nice to see my children making friends with those of Caelius’,” she had said.
It took all Jongin had to keep the kind smile on his face as Kyungsoo snickered somewhere behind him. He knows the war between angels and demons has been over for a millennia, but he couldn’t help but to want to sock Kyungsoo right in his pretty little face. He didn’t however, and decided to control himself since attacking a demon would mean breaking the very treaty between Caelius and Patronus that has allowed peace on Earth for all these years. He had bid Kyungsoo goodbye and thought he would never have to see the demon again in his life, but oh was he wrong.
It seemed like almost every mission Jongin was assigned to, Kyungsoo was there. Since the treaty means equal treatment between the deities, a mission will always have angels working alongside demons. It’s a precaution since most of the time since it’s usually rogue demons causing the trouble and the last thing Caelius wants is for his children to be blamed for possibly violating the treaty. The same goes for Patronus when the occasional extremist angel goes on a killing spree of innocent demons.
No one wants to be put in the blame. Jongin understands that, but he still hasn’t exactly figured out who he pissed off enough to have Kyungsoo assigned to every one of his tasks.
It happens so often, in fact, the higher ups think Jongin and Kyungsoo actually get along and decided to allow them to be partners of sorts. Jongin hates it with every fiber of his being.
It’s not particularly because Kyungsoo is a demon- Jongin’s not that mean to judge someone just because of what they were born as. No. What bugs Jongin to his very core is the fact whenever they’re together Kyungsoo just has to tease him, say things like ‘such a pretty little angel’ or ‘you’re so gorgeous just standing there, how is this even possible?’. It makes Jongin blush so terribly because he actually likes hearing such sweet things come from Kyungsoo’s lips, but he gets so pissed off because Jongin’s angelic brothers are usually right there and hear everything.
Jongin’s thought about complaining to the head archangel, Junmyeon, but he knows nothing will change. Despite the fact Kyungsoo loves to mess with him, he actually gets shit done and is a great comrade in the eyes of everyone around them. When he needs to be serious, he is and Jongin’s grateful for that.
It just sucks to be the subject of the demon’s endless torment.
Jongin tries to tell himself it’s just the demon’s personality, but he notices that the other never treats anyone else the same way. With the others, Kyungsoo is all blank expressions and intimidating looks just like every other demon Jongin’s had to deal with in the past. He never smiles, never chuckles, never even utters a word unless he deems a question directed to him worthy of an answer.
It confused Jongin to no end and he’s trying really hard not to catch feelings for the other man, but he makes it severely difficult. The good thing is that they’ve never been left alone together except for the first time they met. Most of their missions have needed back up so luckily Kyungsoo’s touchiness that seems to spark whenever Jongin is in any sort of proximity of him has been kept to a minimum.
It’s so unfair that Kyungsoo probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing to the angel’s heart. Demon and angel relationships are still rare even though the treaty between the two races has been around so long. There is still a lot of animosity between Caelius, the ruler of the Heavens, and Patronus, the ruler of the Hells, so their children try to not aggravate them. There’s also the fact the two races usually don’t get along well at all.
Demons tend to have more chaotic tendencies and urges, more sadistic with the way they carry out their killings on their missions. It’s in their nature, unlike angels who are swift with their kills and never stray from their orders unless it interferes with their own moral code. The two are polar opposites and have been since the beginning of time.
So what makes Do Kyungsoo so special that Jongin feels affected just by his very presence? Who knows. All Jongin knows is he needs to get over himself and stop getting so hung up on a stupid demon already.
Jongin smiles gleefully at the trap he’s laid, dusting off his hands. Right now he’s waiting for the said demon to show himself so he can answer for the small crimes he’s committed tonight.
It’s common for demons to give into their urge for mischief and torture the human race. Caelius doesn’t mind as long as no one is actually hurt, but will send teams out to put a stop to it eventually. It doesn’t violate the treaty he and Patronus had set, so he could care less. Unfortunately, because Jongin and Kyungsoo have been partnered together so often, his superiors thought it would be a good idea if the angel went down alone to handle the demon and try to talk him down from his feral state.
It’s not a big deal, honestly. Kyungsoo just happened to get his hands on some lust powder and decided to spread it all over the nearby human village. Now the poor villagers are all fucking like rabbits and don’t even understanding why their bodies can’t be sated. It’s a petty crime and Jongin knows Kyungsoo with nothing more than a stern wag of the finger from one of the members of the high council, but the angel’s still bitter because now he has to go and contain the situation before things can possibly get out of hand.
This is how Jongin finds himself standing in the middle of an open meadow admiring his own handiwork. The pentagram has become completely undetectable now that the paint has faded with the help of Jongin’s spell, it stretching over the entire area of the meadow.
It may seem dumb to lay such a complicated trap in such an open and obvious area, but he knows Kyungsoo can sense his presence and there is no doubt in Jongin’s mind the demon will come crawling to him at one point. For now, though, Jongin just needs to wait and hide out somewhere in the brush until the other shows himself, then the angel will be able to take the lust powder from him and talk him back down to sanity.
Jongin brushes off his alabaster pants and jacket. He adjusts his leather belt and the ties keeping his jacket together, the heel of his matching brown leather knee high boots digging into the soft earth as he marches his way to the edge of the pentagram, wings puffed up in pride for doing such a great job. He looks up at the sky, seeing the stars making their debut for the night, the moon shining down on him brightly and lighting up the dark forest around him. He’s in the middle of admiring the twinkling little lights above when he runs into what feels like a brick wall.
He blinks, rubbing his head and staring straight ahead. He puts his hands out blindly, eyes widening when his hand rests against a hard, invisible surface.
“No,” Jongin says in a small voice. He frantically looks down at the soft grass underneath his boots, practically punching the invisible barrier and watching in horror as the pentagram he made lights up only to fade a moment later.
“No, no, no!” His wings flap erratically as he tries to take off, probably looking insane to any onlooker as he stumbles back and forth. It’s all in vain, though. His feet might as well be glued to the ground.
He continues to try to fly anyway, jumping and grunting in frustration until finally he trips over something and is sent toppling forward. His arms pinwheel out, wings fluttering and jerking as he lands flat on his face.
Jongin whines when his cheek throbs from the harsh impact, but he doesn’t bother getting up. His iridescent wings lay flat against the ground as he lays on his tummy in defeat, arms spread in the soft grass. He kicks his legs a couple times, uncaring of how childish he looks as he throws his little tantrum.
How’s he supposed to tell Junmyeon that he, an archangel with centuries of training, let his target get away because he trapped himself in his own pentagram?
Jongin groans out loud, body slumping pathetically. Jongdae and Chanyeol are never going to let him live this down when they find out. Those two are always looking for new ways to tease him.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” Jongin gasps at the sudden sound of the familiar, soothing voice, looking up to see a man dressed in a blood red leather jacket, his eyes a bright ruby color. “I can’t believe you’ve caught yourself in the trap you’ve laid for me. You really are precious.”
“Kyungsoo...” Jongin says breathlessly, a little dazed just but the other’s sudden presence. The wonderful sight of his tight, black pants and his short hair styled up and to the side makes Jongin have to blink a few times to make sure he’s not imagining things. The angel swallows hard when he makes eye contact with the smug looking demon, blushing and fumbling the moment Kyungsoo’s lips quick into a charming half-smile.
Jongin stutters out incoherently, sitting on his knees in front of the demon before releasing a little squeak at how close the other’s crotch is to his face. The angel falls back, shakily getting to his feet and taking a few steps back so there’s a larger distance between them.
He glares, pointing his finger accusingly. “You.”
Kyungsoo chuckles. “Hello, Angel.”
Jongin frowns even harder. “I was waiting for you.”
“A pretty little thing like you waiting for me? Well aren’t I just the luckiest demon in all the of Heavens and the Hells”
A steady flush creeps over Jongin’s cheeks, his skin prickling like it always does when Kyungsoo teases him. The angel’s wings puff up as he speaks, not liking the way Kyungsoo is eyeing him so strangely. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Kyungsoo takes a step closer and in turn Jongin takes a step back, putting his arms out defensively in case the demon gets violent. “So you didn’t want to play with me? Shame. I was looking forward to this all day.”
Jongin looks at him suspiciously. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” He blinks, taking in the calm look in the demon’s eyes. “Wait.”
Usually when a demon gives into their feral nature, they’re absolutely wild. Their eyes unfocused and their body unable to keep still as they try to ruin and tear apart everything in sight. The few times Jongin’s been sent to detain demons like this, it’s been brutal and rough, especially the moment they realize he’s an angel. They’re natural enemies after all, so it’s understandable for demons to get a bit more violent when heavenly deities like him try to stop them.
Kyungsoo, on the other hand, is a different story. Of all of the detainee missions Jongin’s been assigned to, he’s never seen a demon looks so…. Calm.
Jongin’s eyes widen with realization when Kyungsoo takes another step closer to him, expression still smug. “You didn’t even go feral did you?”
Kyungsoo grins and Jongin tries not to stare at the way his lips turn into a pretty heart shape when he does. “Nope.”
This son of a bitch.
“So you mean to tell me you just decided to steal lust powder from Patronus’ secret vault, on your own free will?” When demons go feral, they do things without thought or feeling. It’s one of the reasons why Caelius excuses such unruly behavior. The poor creatures can’t help it. Kyungsoo on the other hand…
The demon takes another step closer, taking advantage of the fact Jongin’s hands have fallen to his sides. Even though Jongin is taller than him, he feels two feet tall under Kyungsoo’s intimidating gaze. “Well you can’t blame me for wanting to have some fun, right?”
For a moment, Jongin swears he sees a wild look in Kyungsoo’s gaze and he tentatively reaches for his weapon on his hip when the other man lifts his hand towards the angel’s face. Jongin holds his breath, body tensing. “W-What are you doing?”
Kyungsoo smiles tenderly, but Jongin doesn’t trust those mischievous eyes, especially when he licks his thumb and brings it to Jongin’s cheek. They’re lips are almost brushing when Kyungsoo gets on his tippy toes, their breaths mingling for what feels like hours until the smaller man finally makes a move.
Jongin can barely respond when he feels the other’s wet saliva on his cheek, the skin there heating up and tinting a light pink the moment he sees the little bit of dirt on Kyungsoo’s thumb. He must have gotten some on his face when he fell.
“There. Now you’re all pretty again,” Kyungsoo says, looking at him with some strange sense of pride.
Jongin bites the inside of his cheek, still not used to being complimented so openly like this. He wipes his cheek in embarrassment, scoffing. “L-Look, buttering me up won’t get you out of trouble, okay? If you did all this on your own dime, then you’re going to have to be punished by council of angels.” Kyungsoo smiles, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Jongin narrows his eyes at him in suspicion. “What are you laughing at?”
Kyungsoo gives him a pointed look. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe I did this because I knew they’d send you to stop me, beautiful?”
“I-.. That’s..” Jongin stutters, hands balling into fists as anxiety twists in his stomach. “Why would you want that?”
‘Why would you want me?’
As far as he knew, there was only a small chance that Kyungsoo was actually interested in him the same way the angel was interested in him. He does tease him nonstop whenever they’re together, but most demons are playful like that. Then again, Kyungsoo can be quite the serious person when it comes to speaking to anyone outside of Jongdae, Chanyeol, and himself. They’re really the only angels Kyungsoo seems to even bother smiling around.
“So I could have a moment alone with you,” Kyungsoo grins cheekily.
Again, Jongin can’t help but to feel suspicious. He knows it’s damn near impossible for angels and demons to meet outside of work, but he’s not sure how to feel about Kyungsoo causing so much trouble just to spend a few moments with him. As much as his heart wishes it to be true, he’s not about to lower his defenses so easily.
“Well you got it because now we’re both stuck here until reinforcements come looking for me,” Jongin says, gesturing to the open field with the magic infused pentagram under their feet.
“Looks like my prayers have been answered then.”
As if on instinct, Jongin breaks eye contact and looks down at his feet, unable to take Kyungsoo’s undivided attention on him like this. It’s not until he feels Kyungsoo tenderly take his hand does he look up again, the other’s warm hands folding over his own.
“You’re so cold. Have you been waiting for me long?”
Jongin feels like there’s cotton in his mouth with the way Kyungsoo makes it sound as if the angel was waiting for him as if they were meeting for some sort of date. He squirms, chest tightening and stomach fluttering with butterflies. There’s a gentle spark from where their skin comes in contact with each other and the excitement that wells up in Jongin’s throat confuses him to no end. He feels the overwhelming need to just turn to mush under the demon’s very touch, but refrains from possibly making an idiot of himself in front of his crush.
It doesn’t help that the lust powder blowing heavily through the air, constantly invading his senses. Arousal prickles at his skin and settles deep in his gut, but the last thing he needs is to pop a boner in front of Kyungsoo and give him something else to tease him about.
“I-I don’t think you should be so close…” He’s not really sure if he could keep his body in check with the way the demon is tenderly trailing his fingers over the prominent veins of atop his hand, brushing his knuckles up his arm like Jongin’s some sort of longtime lover. Kyungsoo just grins, though, tilting his head cutely.
“You’re right,” Kyungsoo says, cupping Jongin’s cheek for a moment and leaning in a bit closer, as if he was going to kiss him. Jongin holds his breath for what seems like the millionth time that night, taking in how amazing the demon looks in the dim lighting of the moonlight. His midnight black hair cut short but still long enough to be styled up off his pale face, his lips full and his cupid's bow just so incredibly cute to Jongin’s dazed mind. He’s just so mesmerizing that Jongin can’t help put to give into his desires and let his eyes flutter closed, leaning in to meet Kyungsoo halfway. The angel just barely feels the soft skin of Kyungsoo’s lip, before the other pulls away. Jongin’s eyes snap open when he suddenly feels Kyungsoo step back, seeing him standing with a teasing smile and sparkling eyes.
“I should give you your space. Afterall, a gorgeous piece of artwork like yourself is meant to be appreciated from afar.”
Jongin immediately feels his stomach twist, a frown making its way on his face at the way Kyungsoo giggles to himself, obviously enjoying just how affected Jongin looks. He ignores the heat spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, huffing and walking away from the demon. The angel flicks the other off when the demon asks where he’s going, knowing he’s being childish but walking to the other side of the field until he hits the barrier’s edge.
He slumps, sitting on the ground and crossing his arms. He frowns, staring ahead at the tree line a few feet from him. Jongin mumbles a few curses under his breath when he feels his pants getting a little tight, not at all liking how Kyungsoo can get him all worked up so easily. The lust powder is partly to blame, but deep down he knows it’s a little more than that.
Jongin doesn’t even flinch when Kyungsoo sits beside him, leaving just enough space so the angel can let his wings slump comfortably. He glares at the demon, trying not to think about just how good it felt to have him so close before.
Kyungsoo looks up at the stars, eyes only flitting to him when Jongin mumbles something unintelligible. “Was that a curse word I just heard come from that pretty little mouth?”
Jongin huffs. “How do you know I wasn’t praying for your soul?”
“No offense, angel, but you don’t really look like the praying type.”
“And how do you know what the ‘praying type’ looks like?”
Kyungsoo gives a lazy grin. “I know things.”
Jongin rolls his eyes, fiddling his fingers in his lap anxiously. Just Kyungsoo’s very presence seems to affect him, especially with his amplified hormones from the lust powder right now. “Yeah? And what else do you know?”
Kyungsoo hums, leaning back and resting on his arms. “Well. First of all, I know you’re unlike any angel I’ve ever met.”
“How flattering.” He hopes he comes off as passive because his heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest right now.
“I’m serious.”
“Sure you are.”
“See? That. That’s what I’m talking about.” Jongin turns his head to give the demon a curious look, playing with the hem of his jacket and silently waiting for him to continue. Kyungsoo just shakes his head, looking back up at the starry sky and sighing softly. “All of the angel’s I’ve ever met are complete pushovers, like all Heaven is is a a bunch of cookie cutter groupies that just run around and sneer at any other species that they consider lower than them.”
Jongin purses his lips, looking down for a moment because it’s true. Angels can be some of the most stuck up beings, especially archangels like him. Jongin’s never been like that, though. He never let the praise of how great of a warrior he is go to his head and tries to ignore the constant slurs his angelic brothers throw around against those that are weaker. He’s just never seen the appeal in being so ignorant to think his own life matters more than those ‘under’ him. It’s one of the reasons why he gets along so well with Jongdae and Chanyeol. They may be lower ranking angels, but they’ve been by Jongin’s side since his childhood. It’s probably why Kyungsoo doesn’t mind being around them during their missions.
Jongin licks his lips. “I’m sorry.”
What is he apologizing for? Even he doesn’t seem to know, but it makes Kyungsoo smile nonetheless.
“There it is again. The thing that makes you so special. You know very well you’re not at fault yet here you are, apologizing as if you’re the very person who’s caused angels to have snooty attitudes in the first place.” Kyungsoo’s grin turns, mischievous as he scoots a little closer. “That and you fight back. You talk back to me and you’re not even hesitant to tell me to fuck off if I fluster you too much. Which is adorable by the way. I could listen to you curse me out all day if I’m being honest.”
Laughter bubbles up in Jongin’s throat, unable to help but to giggle at the stupid, lovestruck look on Kyungsoo’s face. When his little giggle fit calms down, Jongin looks at Kyungsoo disbelievingly. “Is this why you did all this? Just to tell me I’m not like other boys and try to sweep me off my feet?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes light up, head tilting in the slightest. “You’d let me sweep you off your feet, Angel?”
Jongin bites his lip, shyly averting his gaze. “Depends.”
The other man seems to perk up in interest, letting his hand rest on Jongin’s knee. “On?”
Jongin takes in a shuddering breath, watching as if hypnotized as Kyungsoo’s fingers dance along his clothed thigh. He shakily lifts his own hand, resting it atop of Kyungsoo’s and running the pads of his fingers along the demon’s knuckles. Kyungsoo just watches him with a soft gaze, his ruby eyes strangely not intimidating at all.
Kyungsoo’s lips part as he looks at Jongin, eyes searching while he lets his other hand hover over Jongin’s cheek. “Can I?” he asks quietly.
Jongin nods, not really knowing what the demon is referring to. Kyungsoo settles himself so he’s thigh to thigh with the angel, letting his fingers ghost over his prominent jaw line. Jongin has to bite his lip to keep from whimpering at the soft touch, immediately leaning into it and letting the other man do what he wants.
Kyungsoo takes his time mapping out the planes of his face, the pads of his thumb and index finger gliding over his slightly damp forehead. They make their way down to trail over his eyebrows, the rest of his fingers following suit as they gently stroke the angel’s cheek.
Jongin practically keens under the relaxing touch, feeling himself slip into this fuzzy state of mind. Everywhere Kyungsoo touches practically sends sparks of excitement down Jongin’s spine, but it’s when he feels the tips of Kyungsoo’s fingers ghost over his lips that he lets out an involuntary whimper.
Jongin feels himself starting to clam up the moment the noise escapes his throat, eyes snapping open in panic. Kyungsoo shushes him though, swiping the angel’s bottom lip once. “Shh, Angel. It’s okay.” Kyungsoo’s deep, velvety voice calms him and allows him to relax against the tender touches again. The demon seems to notice and gives an encouraging smile.
“That’s a good boy…”
The angel shivers at the compliment, lips parting in the slightest as Kyungsoo focuses back on feeling his plush lips. Jongin barely even reacts when the demon experimentally presses his index finger passed his lips and lets it bump against the angel’s teeth. Jongin opens his mouth a little wider, just enough to let the finger slip farther inside, staring dazedly at the man in front of him.
Jongin’s tongue lays flat against the digit as he closes his lips around it. Kyungsoo’s eyes darken, intensely watching how the angel’s plush lips wrap around his finger. “Fuck you’re gorgeous.”
He sucks lightly, eyes fluttering closed as he brings his hand to rest on Kyungsoo’s forearm. He gets lost in his own little world with the way Kyungsoo whispers non stop praise and compliments, his head a little woozy at just how much that beautiful voice affects him.
Kyungsoo inserts another finger and Jongin barely even notices, feeling so light and airy, that is, until he feels a gentle kiss being pressed to his neck.
Suddenly he’s hyper aware of how his cock strains painfully in his pants, not even realizing he was getting hard just by these small touches. Jongin’s eyes sting with tears and he frantically moves away from the demon, mortified at the fact he let himself get so turned on from something so tiny and simple as sucking on the other’s fingers.
Kyungsoo blinks, laughing when he sees Jongin press his thighs together and cross his feet. It only embarresses Jongin even further, his hazy mind not understanding why exactly the demon is chuckling at him like that. He curls in on himself, though, his stomach twisting in painful knots as a stray tear runs down his cheek.
Jongin brings his knees to his chest, sitting a little ways away from Kyungsoo and glaring at him as he wraps his arms around his legs. When Kyungsoo just grins at him, Jongin avoids looking him in the eye, folding his wings around him so he’s completely hidden from view.
He hears Kyungsoo say something under his breath, but the angel ignores it. Instead he focuses on his thundering heart beat and his dizziness from being so exposed to the lust powder. It shouldn’t affect him the way it does humans, making them feel out of control of their own urges and make them want to fuck everyone in sight, but it’s certainly messing with his senses. He’s hyperaware of every movement Kyungsoo makes even though his wings cover his line of sight and can sense his presence as the demon cautiously crawls toward him. He holds his breath, toes curling in his boots as Kyungsoo just plops himself right in front of him.
Jongin’s wings tremble in anticipation, his body just aching to be touched in some way by the other man even though he shouldn’t be feeling this way. His hazy mind scrambles for an explanation, the only logical one being that maybe the powder affects feelings and urges in higher deities like himself that had already pre-existed prior to being exposed to it.
It’s the only thing that seems to make sense considering Jongin’s body isn’t craving to be fucked, it’s craving Kyungsoo.
Jongin bites his lips and pressing his face into his knees as he curls in on himself, desperately trying to ignore his cock twitching with interest between his legs when Kyungsoo playfully blows on his feathers.
“Pretty little Angel, I know why you’re hiding,” the demon's voice is soft and kind, but Jongin still tenses the moment he hears the other speak. “It’s okay, love. I have the same problem.”
Jongin blushes to the roots of his hair, wings curling around him even more. He can’t think of a proper response besides “M’ not little”, only flustering him further when he hears Kyungsoo’s soft chuckle.
“Okay, not little.” Jongin gasps when he feels gentle fingers stroke his feathers. “But still pretty.”
Jongin takes a few deep breathes, slowly unfolding a wing so he can peek at the demon in front of him. He doesn’t expect to see the look of pure adoration on Kyungsoo’s features as he admires the soft feathers of Jongin’s wings, running his hands along them and watching carefully as he takes in the iridescent sheen to them.
Jongin chokes when the demon’s red eyes flit to his face Only the angel’s eyes can be seen over the feathers, but Kyungsoo smiles regardless.
He practically squeaks when he’s caught staring, but the angel’s not allowed to curl in on himself this time. Kyungsoo carefully pushes his iridescent feathers aside, his touch making the angel shiver. Jongin half expects the other man to try to move closer, but he just kneels there and stares.
Jongin’s suddenly hyper aware of the bright red flush staining his cheeks, the light sheen of sweat starting to collect on his forehead that begins to soak into his tousled hair. It makes him so flustered to have all of Kyungsoo’s attention on him like this, especially since he knows they’ll be alone for a long time before reinforcements show up.
part ii