이무기의 복 (Mourning Bride)

7. Learning Pleasure

Smut chapter

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Dusk fell on the royal palace as Seonghwa and San reached San's chambers. The green, blue and red paintings lining the roof and the pillars took on an orange glow as the sun hid behind the trees of the hills in the distance.

San hoped Hongjoong wouldn't be waiting for him today. Despite Seonghwa's reassurance that the king had a military meeting to attend, San just waited to be asked to join him for one of his court dinners or in his chambers. They hadn't appeared together in public yet, even when San knew they would have to show their dedication for each other and diminish rumours.

San's stomach was in nervous knots as he followed Seonghwa inside the building. Would this be fine? The dragon trusted Seonghwa's judgment and his body begged him to learn the correct way for him to fit with Hongjoong so he wouldn't have to be in agony again, but San fretted about the meaning this had in his relationship with Hongjoong. Was this considered adultery? Would Hongjoong mind? No, it was a medical procedure most of all. And Hongjoong had said himself to ask Seonghwa about San's concerns.

Seonghwa sent off the maids gathering to bow to them. As Yeosang ushered them away, the shaman caught the other male's gaze for a moment.

"Ensure we won't be bothered. If there is a pressing matter, keep anyone from barging in," Seonghwa ordered. With a bow, Yeosang ordered the maids around to keep watch for sudden visitors and stay away from San's room.

Gnawing on his lips, San followed Seonghwa inside and let the man push the door shut gently. When his eyes locked with San's flickering gaze, his face softened. The scary brows relaxed their prior concern with shooing all nosy servants off.

"Have you changed your mind?"

San hastily shook his head. He sat down on his futon the servants had prepared for the night already. Warmth permeated the floor and the blanket into his body. Insecure, San stared at his legs clad in wide, white pants that peeked out from where his light blue hanbok had fallen open around them. The claws sticking out at the end ruined the elegant image.

Seonghwa came to kneel by San's side.

"You don't have to look at me if that makes it more difficult for you. You may imagine Hongjoong doing this for you instead." A tender hand settled on San's shoulder. The dragon stopped gnawing on his lips as he nodded. Seonghwa squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Undress first. I will fetch the lubricant." While Seonghwa dipped outside and discreetly opened and closed the door only as far as he had to, San undid the laces of his clothes. Clumsily, he tried to fold them as the silk sunk into a pile on the ground. He sat there, legs crowded against his body to hide his nudity while his claws worried the blanket. He was careful not to rip it.

Seonghwa returned with a smile on his gentle lips. In his hand, he cradled a container from San's vanity. He hadn't opened them all, not interested in makeup since he couldn't try it out. It was a subtle way of making sure the oil was around if the king stayed over.

A warm human hand skimmed the scales on San's shoulder. Seonghwa urged San to lie on his lap with his arms cradling his pillow. His behind was propped up by Seonghwa's knees. Carefully, Seonghwa caressed San's ridge, that sprouted into his blue tail that wrapped around his hips. His nakedness embarrassed him, for Seonghwa was fully clothed. The shaman didn't seem irked by it.

San buried his face in the pillow, scared of the intrusion when Seonghwa's finger dipped into the oil. His eyes clenched shut, antlers bowing as he hid away.

However, instead of penetrating him right away, Seonghwa's thumb caressed San's entrance first. It slicked up his skin with the cool oil that seeped into his skin to leave a pleasant tingling.