22. First Love

TWENTY-TWO

Fairytale aren'tthe only ones staying in the dorms. First Love, as famous as they are, are getting the same treatment, with the same arrangement, two to a room. Bo and Jewel, the two pack animals among them, are sharing a room, no question. And of course Meyemi got his own room, which leaves the odd men out.

This room, like the other rooms, is small but clean, with two neatly made beds topped with clean white comforters. Ttalgi immediately claimed the one closest to the en-suite bathroom. He sits up with his back against the headboard, digging his socked toes rhythmically into the blankets while he focuses strongly on the thing in his hand.

Unlike Charis and Mouse's room, which had been made cheerier with little decorations, Ttalgi and Hyori's room is standard-issue. Neither of them can be fussed enough to care. After all, it's not like they'll be staying long.

If Fairytale are tried-and-true, bonafide homegrown idols, then First Love is international. They don't do the scads of variety shows that most idols do; instead, they put most of their time and energy into touring. It's led to a certain kind of personality, or maybe they were just selected for it.

Ttalgi, like the rest of the members, is used to flopping down his bag in hundreds of rotating rooms. When the shows are done, he packs it back up, and then it's on to the next.

"What are you looking at?" Hyori asks.

He's been quiet for a while. That's not often a good sign.

"Mm? A travel document."

In truth, Ttalgi is always looking at all kinds of different things.

"Going on a trip?"

"No. I just wanted to know how it works."

He clenches one hand around the palm-sized electronic travel passport, and a spray of dark light, like sparkles or stars, goes up around his hand, fizzling into the ether as the thing in his hand malfunctions.

That's the other thing about Ttalgi—he's inimically destructive. Hyori actually can't tell if that's part of his personality and skill set or if he actually just likes breaking things.

"I liked that thing you were working on last week," Hyori says as he sits at the edge of the bed.

Last week they were in Paris, shooting a cover for a fashion magazine. Hyori had liked Paris—liked all the lights and the croissants and the pretty models—too.

Ttalgi doesn't even notice Hyori invading his space that way. He frowns and shakes out his hand as if the black fire sparks had hurt him, then he frowns at the passport screen, flicking and shaking it a few times as if trying to get it to work.

"That was at least interesting," Hyori continues.

"Hm? What was that?" Ttalgi asks absently, not really paying attention.

"You know, the thing about the witches. The fey cult in the old deepwoods." Hyori leans back against the bedspread, looking up at his hands as he spreads them slightly, holding them open to the ceiling. He lifts his head up when Ttalgi doesn't respond. "Was it a light novel?"

"Yeah. I found it on the fey web."

Hyori makes a dim sound of agreement. He doesn't like the internet as much as Ttalgi. In his defense, few people do. He closes his eyes to rest them, but doing so makes the gnawing hunger aching in his stomach grow even louder. He hasn't fed lately, and the sensation is growing annoying. His eyes pop open a few moments later. He needs to find a distraction.

One pretty much immediately presents itself to him.

Ttalgi makes a triumphant sound as all his manic efforts to magically resuscitate the dull little e-device finally pay off, and it flares back to life.

"Ha!" he shouts triumphantly, hurting Hyori's ears.

Hyori winces balefully in his direction.

"I fixed it."

"Tell me a story," Hyori murmurs.

"Gross. Tell yourself a story."

Hyori rolls over onto his belly, his eyes burning with a dull red fire. He hooks his hand around one of Ttalgi's ankles, and Ttalgi looks down at him over the top of his electronic toy, unimpressed.

"I'm hungry," Hyori says, showing a hint of teeth.

He's an incubus with an incubus' hunger and an incubus' needs. Ttalgi surely knows that. Unfortunately, he's not the least bit swayed by it, even when Hyori looms over him, trying to menace him a bit.

"You don't scare me," Ttalgi says, tart as a mandarin, putting his other foot in Hyori's face and wriggling his toes.

Ttalgi is built like a teenager, still. He's small and lean. Right now, he has a crocheted beanie in a lavender color pulled down around his ears, with flecks of shining silver tinsel slipped into the weave.

Hyori pouts. "Just ‘cause you know I'm not going to do anything to you doesn't mean you have to act like that to me. You could at least let me have a little dignity." He flops over onto his back but keeps on holding onto Ttalgi's ankle right beneath the flare of his wide-mouthed pants. He rubs his thumb absently against the nub of ankle bone. "Tell me about that story you were reading. The one with the witches in the trees."

"You know," Ttalgi says, putting aside his toy. He sets it on the bedspread, now giving Hyori his full attention. "A long time ago, you couldn't have called us witches. It would have been rude."

Hyori hums, hoping this means that he's already won and Ttalgi is going to tell him.

"What witch family are you from again?" Hyori asks.

"The Seo family, founded in the Goryeo era," Ttalgi murmurs, flicking Hyori's forehead.

"Mm, an old witching family. Nice."

Ttalgi huffs. It's not like he's blueblood witch royalty. The Seo clan witches have never been especially famous, but unlike some of the other clans that had their bright heyday and then fizzled out, magic is still strong in their bloodline. Besides, they're one of the few clans where men can inherit the gifts as well as women. His mother says it has something to do with a glut of fey interbreeding, somewhere far back in their lineage. He doesn't know or care.

Ttalgi absently makes the sparks in his hands crackle and pop for a moment.

Hyori is weird. Ttalgi can never tell what he's thinking. He can't tell now if Hyori is making fun of him or not. The members of First Love are mostly good to him. Still, he knows that witches are not well-loved by fey kind. He can tell, sometimes, that they think less of him.

Hyori doesn't seem to, though. Maybe it's because he's from a derided race himself—who knows?

Ttalgi slants a sly glance at Hyori, spread out on his back. He's clearly hurting. Ttalgi knows he's not lying when he says he's hungry.

Hyori has a nice body, Ttalgi thinks, looking at it with lidded eyes. He's got a nipped, lean stomach. Ttalgi can see the dull shadows made by the suspension bridges of Hyori's hip bones, underneath the place where the thin material of his t-shirt drapes softly over them.

Hyori is lying too far away for Ttalgi to grope him properly, so Ttalgi uses his foot, stretching it out and tracing his socked toes down the lean line bisecting Hyori's abs, down until he can grope Hyori's dick with his toes, pressing the sole of his foot hard into it.

Hyori hisses and raises his hips up, pressing his rapidly stiffening cock into Ttalgi's foot. A whimpering sound escapes his mouth.

"Pathetic," Ttalgi sneers in a friendly voice. This is why he's Hyori's favorite. His face is bright and cherubic, with freckles scattered across his cheeks. His mulberry-colored eyes are bright and guileless behind the curtain of his thick, generous lashes as he drips sweet venom for Hyori. "So horny just for my foot? Are you gonna get yourself off humping it like a dog?"

Hyori's eyes roll back in his head and he shivers. That sounds like a great idea.

Ttalgi slaps him a few times lightly in the face. "Speak."

"Yes," Hyori shudders through pants of breath.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes please. If you'll let me."

Ttalgi rubs his foot up and down the hard length of Hyori's cock, occasionally pinching or kneading it with his toes. Hyori tries to control himself, jerking his hips up minutely trying to press closer to the sensation. He's leaking steadily into his dark jeans, so horny he feels like he's about to explode.

"Well, go on then. Do it."

Ttalgi watches, looking bright and open and almost bored, while Hyori takes the permission and runs with it. He grips Ttalgi's ankle in his hand to give himself more leverage and ruts firmly against it, moving his hips and finally allowing himself to moan. Once he starts, he can't stop. He moans loudly, with abandon. He pushes his cock into Ttalgi's foot a few times more, and that's all it takes.

He goes off, shuddering as he pumps cum into his pants, feeling the sticky, wet bloom of warmth in his underwear against his skin.

"Hmph."

Ttalgi sneers down at him and then pulls his foot back. This time, it slips seamlessly out of Hyori's limp hands, which fall back against the bed, his energy spent. He floats dreamily on the tide of sexual energy. It wasn't much of a meal, but it was definitely a nice snack to tide himself over.

"Get one of your groupies to help you out next time," Ttalgi says, making a face at his sock, which is still clean, thank you very much. Still, he takes it off, along with its mate, balls both up, and throws them to a corner of the room. "It's not good for my skin."

He preens a little bit, lifting up the electronic device and tapping it so that its surface turns into a mirror. He frowns at his reflection in it, poking and prodding at his cheeks, which still look as smooth and clear as ever. He has a little bit of baby fat left on them, which gives him a youthful, angelic appearance that Hyori thinks is cute.

Feeding an incubus isn't on Ttalgi's list of things to do in any given day. He's more resistant than an ordinary human, but he's still mortal.

"W'nt me to take care of you?" Hyori asks, the words slurring together a little bit. He always gets like this, a little dopey and dreamy when he's strung out on dick.

Ttalgi hesitates. Really, genuinely, it's not good for his skin.

But Hyori is pretty, and seeing him like this, with his pale cheeks flushed, eyes bright and feverish, kind of gets Ttalgi going.

"Fine," he bites out, reaching for his pants, already half-regretting it. He bites the inside of his cheek. "You can suck me off, but don't tell anyone about it."

"I'd never tell a soul," Hyori promises ardently, already reaching out with eager fingers to help Ttalgi along.

He sinks down onto Ttalgi's cock like he's dying for it, wrapping his lips around the shaft and sucking so sweetly. He milks Ttalgi like a dream, sucking on the head and bobbing down to the base.

Now it's Ttalgi's turn to groan. He spreads his legs wider, as wide as he can with the pants to constrict them. He feels wanton and hot.

"So fuckin' good at this," he mutters, peering down at Hyori eagerly slurping his cock down. He starts to go muddy and dumb with pleasure, and his soft, village-born accent comes out. Ttalgi thinks it makes him sound like a fucking hick, but Hyori seems to like it.

While he's playing with Ttalgi's cock, Hyori gets a sly look in his eye. He worms his hand back, between Ttalgi's cheeks, and slips a spit-slick finger into the private place nestled between them.

Ttalgi yelps as he feels Hyori start playing with his hole. His back arches and his body spasms at the quick, slippery intrusion. He grunts because it feels weird, something slim sliding its way into his asshole.

"Fuck, you know I don't like when you do that?—"

He really, genuinely doesn't, and Hyori knows it, too, but it still doesn't chase the smug look off of Hyori's face. They both know that it's going to make Ttalgi cum hard. Hyori fingers him with one slim finger, sinking it deep inside, while he keeps deepthroating Ttalgi's cock.

Ttalgi goes rigid. He starts kicking his legs, beating the back of Hyori's lats with his heels.

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whines.

He doesn't even give any warning before he's cumming down Hyori's throat. His little ass twitches around Hyori's finger as he whines his way through a crazy orgasm, like being pounded with a typhoon while being a tiny ant on the shore.

Hyori pulls back to catch the rest of the cum in his mouth, so he can taste it on the way down.

Ttalgi slaps Hyori on the back when he can breathe again, making a face as Hyori pulls his finger out of his ass.

"Don't fucking do that."

"Sorry, sorry," Hyori hums, not feeling sorry at all. Certainly not sounding it.

Ttalgi clenches around nothing, shuddering. That always feels so weird.

He feels drained, of course, but that's nothing new. That's what he gets for fucking around with an incubus. He reaches out and swats idly at Hyori again. "Bring me some juice," he whines. "I don't feel good."

Hyori is quick on the uptake. He washes his hands in the sink and soon comes back with a bottle of strawberry juice from the vending machine down the hall.

Ttalgi gulps at it, peering at Hyori wrathfully.

"Now leave me alone to play with my toys."

"Sure," Hyori says easily. He's always in a good mood when he's been fed.