Thank you all so much for 9k reads! Seriously, I don't know how this stupid book got so many reads. An ongoing occurrence but Woo_Melon helped me write this a month or so back. I showed her the original draft and she basically made it 10x better without me even asking (love you).

Fun Fact: This chapter was meant to happen just before 'Trouble on Earth' but then I realised 2 things: 1. That I suck at writing smut, and 2. That Yeosang hadn't been introduced and that was a problem. And so here were are. 

I'll still update the main story later this week.

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"Joongie?" Seonghwa was lying next to his husband, who was deep in thought. It was nearly midnight yet neither of them was tired. Seonghwa especially. Being a demon of the darkness he thrived at this hour and had plenty of energy. "Baby, are you alright?"

The fire demon had been off lately. Stressed. He'd talk to Seonghwa about it but wasn't exactly sure what was wrong just yet. So Hongjoong only responded with a short hum, an answer that didn't really satisfy the older demon and he decided he needed some attention. Seonghwa sat up, wrapping his arms around Hongjoong's waist. "Joongie," he whined. Knowing exactly what he wanted, Hongjoong rolled his eyes and gently pushed him off.

"Not now Hwa," the younger demon stood to his feet, rolling the stress off his shoulders while Seonghwa licked his lips at the sweet sight of Hongjoong's perky ass. He whined like a child trying to get his attention. "Seonghwa," Hongjoong warned.

"Yes, master?" Seonghwa smirked at his husband, tilting his head innocently to just edge him on. Hongjoong growled at the older and Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a rush below. The shorter male walked back over to him then harshly yanked his chin to his face.

"Needy tonight, are we?"

"Yes master," Seonghwa pleaded. "Please, I want you." Hongjoong chuckled darkly. Wasting no time, he tore Seonghwa's shirt off, admiring the toned figure of his husband. His eyes scanned his lusciously sculpted abs with hunger whilst Seonghwa whined for him to hurry up. The two of them hastily removed their clothing till only their briefs were left.

Seonghwa let out a grunt when Hongjoong slammed him against the wall in a kiss, their tongues battling for dominance which Hongjoong eventually won. The older demon was left gasping for breath once Hongjoong let him go as he went to remove his underwear. "Do you deserve it?" He smirked and Seonghwa nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes! I've been good. Please master!" He begged. Hongjoong smacked him across the face, watching as his partner's head flew to the side. The male leaned in, nose nuzzling right below the demon's ear, breath hot on the milky patch of skin.

"I decide whether you've been good or not, slut. I think we need to fix that attitude of yours." Seonghwa pouted but inside he was elated. In less than a second, he teleported them to the basement. Whips, toys, and items that could be mistaken for torture weapons lined the room's walls. The basement was Seonghwa's favourite room.

He laid himself on the bed, the recent pressure wrinkling the velvety sheets, awaiting instructions as Hongjoong glanced around the room. He brought over a small box and pulled out a blindfold. "Let's start simple, shall we?" He grinned before tying it around Seonghwa's eyes, knotting it in a nice bow right below his undercut.

"But I want to see you." He whined. Seonghwa whimpered when Hongjoong harshly smacked his leg.

"Do you make the rules?" He challenged teasingly, uneven smirk curling onto his lips.

"No..."

"Good boy," The shorter cooed, the tips of his fingers gliding along his husband's jawline, witnessing the way he lifted his head, humbly leaning into the comfort, craving desperately for his every touch.

Hongjoong made sure to never go too hard on the taller. Even if he enjoyed the pain, he was careful to not break his husband.

"Seonghwa~" he droned. The marvelling sensation of his name rolling off of the smaller's tongue bringing him an immense thrill. "I want you to see how beautiful you look under me."

The other paused confusingly, shaking his head in an attempt to pry off the dark material of the cloth covering his vision.

"Oh, not like that, sweetheart." Hongjoong crooked his head regaled, reaching once more for the entertainment compartment, the sound of rummaging halting as he discovered the favoured item.

He analyzed the black plastic in his hands, pressing it against his husband's left hip bone, tracing the contour of his athletic form. Between his hellishly sculpted abs, heaving pectorals, near the protruding veins of his neck and ultimately stopping below his chin.

"What do you think of this?" The redhead's eyebrow quirked, gaze switching at the slight panic on Seonghwa's concealed countenance and the camera he gripped leisurely. "I'll be sure to add this to my collection~" he bent over the elder, hovering dominantly above his eager figure.

The thought of Hongjoong capturing their heated sessions summoned the raven-haired's inner fantasies, urging him into compliance. The male nodded, whimpering once his lover's heat left the area to find an enjoyable placement on the side of the scene, one that could enlighten him while inspecting the footage later.

He pressed the button at the top, a beep notifying the shorter of how it began recording. The first thing it caught was his large grin, signature chuckle attached.

He went back, unexpectedly pulling Seonghwa off the bed and shoving him to his knees, just before his length. Seonghwa, without any explanation, understood what to do and immediately guided his head forward, taking it in whole.

Hongjoong groaned at the way the black-haired hummed around his cock and ran his tongue across the base. His teeth scraped the younger's length, a sensation he knew Hongjoong loved. With his hand tugging at Seonghwa's locks, he rammed his hips forward, hitting the back of his throat each time. The submissive gagged, choking at how hard he went but didn't dare complain.

He desired to please his husband, the superiority exhibited rendering the male unable to think, allowing his mind to be swayed further by the ruby-haired. Seonghwa felt his member twitch inside the material of his briefs, knees parting as his head continuously skimmed Hongjoong's erection.

The submissive shortly detached with a pop, cotton lips glistening due to the saliva that coated them, as well as his husband's dick. He panted, regulating his heavy breathing as his teeth bit down on his deliciously swollen flesh.

The redhead winced at the chilliness that wrapped around his girth, yet nonetheless, he enjoyed seeing the demon act so dreamily. Begging, heeding his dirty talk, and striving to fulfil his every wish.

He was breathtaking.

"Did I tell you to stop?" A tad of annoyance was present in the redhead's voice, eliciting a cowering Seonghwa to return to his initial place.

"N-No, master."

The taller obliged, tongue dipping into his spouse's slit while his cheeks hollowed visibly. He let his cavity be entered again, whining breathlessly as his brows furrowed in content, a reaction similar to the one of the younger. Seonghwa advanced, feeling the startling length throbbing in his mouth.

As Hongjoong's tip touched the back of his partner's throat, he greedily swallowed, nudging the male closer to release.

When the shorter felt himself ready to come, he yanked Seonghwa off by his hair and mashed their lips together. He tasted the salty-sweet flavour of his own precum, but it didn't phase him. "Such a whore for master's cock, aren't you?"

"Yes, master. I'm your whore, your slut."

He worded the phrases with thirst, using the disgraceful names upon himself as if it meant nothing. And it didn't, because he yearned to be seen this way by his lover.

"Then be a good slut and turn that ass around." Seonghwa felt around for the back of the bed and turned around. He listened curiously while Hongjoong rummaged around for a new toy. Seonghwa tensed up when he felt something restrict around his cock, making him whimper.

"M-Master," He yelped when his arms were yanked back, tied together by a tight knot of fabric. "I don't like the ring..."

"So much talking. Do you want me to get the gag next?" Seonghwa shook his head, the idea not tempting to him. "Good boy." A firm smack landed on the older's rear, causing him to whimper. "Don't speak unless I tell you to."

Seonghwa shivered at the command as slender fingers ran across the smooth skin of his back, caressing him gently. Though he couldn't see Hongjoong's face, he could only imagine the growing smirk at the way he was so weak to just a simple touch. A hand snaked around his neck and gripped it, leaving little room for Seonghwa to breathe while his lover began to plaster kisses down his face. Hongjoong always eased him into things, just so the older wouldn't be too caught off guard when his aggression ramped up. Dark purple bruises now laced his jawline, displayed like works of art for all to see the next day. Seonghwa let out a soft moan in Joong's ear that was met with a satisfied hum.

A bottle of lube was open, with Hongjoong spilling it onto his fingers. It dripped down, staining the sheets as well as his lover's skin, his body quivering at the cold feel.

Slowly, he spread Seonghwa's legs and positioned his index before his needy hole, teasingly rubbing it in circles then pushing it inside. The older gasped and moaned when another slid in, not waiting for adjustment. Hongjoong's movements were fast, shoving in and out so quickly that Seonghwa felt he could have cum from his fingers alone. He hadn't been touched in so long. "I've hardly touched you. But you would really cum from my fingers alone?" Joong muttered from above, sin radiating from his aura. "Well, that won't do."

Seonghwa whined loudly when Hongjoong stopped suddenly. His hips wiggled, desperately trying to get back the pleasure. "Hongjoong!" He groaned.

Yet another smack to his ass. "What was that, slut?" Growled the fire demon.

He corrected his tone immediately, not wanting this to turn into a punishment. "M-Master, please...I want more."

"If you insist," There was no hesitance when Hongjoong replaced the digits with his length, groaning at how tight Seonghwa was.

Though he winced, the black-haired nodded at him and gave him permission to move. He couldn't stand waiting, desiring to feel his husband pummeling into him in the roughest of ways...

Hongjoong's pace was relentless from the start. He nearly drew out and railed into him repeatedly at an almost inhuman speed. Seonghwa's exhales were short, clearly, he was holding back and Hongjoong didn't like it in the slightest.

"You can do better than that," He hissed at the light pants he received. "Afraid someone may hear how much of a whore you are for your master?" Seonghwa could only mewl in response, still biting his lip to suppress his unethical sounds. Hongjoong suddenly pulled out and flipped him around. Seonghwa, now flushed against the bed, was so surprised that he was completely taken aback when Hongjoong sheathed himself right back in.

"Master!" He shouted and the dominant smirked. The blindfold was yanked off, thrown carelessly across the room as well as the ring while Hongjoong focused on pounding into the demon beneath him.

"That's right, slut. Let the whole neighbourhood hear how dirty you are."

"O-Oh...Oh, fuck! Master!" His loud cries divulged into incoherent strings of curses that Hongjoong fed off of, fueling his ambition. He ran his tongue across his lips before attacking Seonghwa with kisses.

The fire demon's body was fervent, radiating intense heat as sparks flared everyplace, pink tongue passionately clashing with the other's, exploring his warmth.

The older moaned helplessly, feeling a coil spin in his stomach. Walls clenched around Joong's member, resulting in a slap over his round bottom. "Taking me so well, aren't you, slut?"

The words have once again managed to bring Seonghwa nigher to his high. He rolled his hips, matching the rhythm as he strived to have all of Hongjoong fill him up to the brink. And suddenly, his irises shone brighter than crystals, exhibiting a savage tinge to shade his image. Through the tears that prickled at the corners of the submissive's eyes, he raised his head from the mattress to gain his lover's attention and then pressed the tip of his nose onto the fire demon's cheek for a mere moment. Then, he had plunged into the cushion, mewling along with Hongjoong's powerful thrusts.

Seonghwa was unaware of how shadows danced among the walls and in his proximity, their wiring getting out of control. His orbs lolled to the back of his head, the tension in his lower region driving him crazy.

The shorter seemed to notice and lead his palms onto his husband's hip bones, running up and down his sides to calm him, attending to his previous wish and pressing his lips onto Seonghwa's plump ones.

The amount of pleasure he was in was indescribable. He wanted more. More of Hongjoong's soft kisses on his skin. More of his rough motions. More of him. "S-Shit, I'm close!"

"Then cum. Cum like the little slut you are."

Seonghwa did as he was told. He released with a sigh, with Hongjoong not far behind. He groaned in the older's ear, a deep, sensual sound that Seonghwa would never get tired of hearing. There was a brief moment of silence before the redhead carefully pulled out, a slight disappointment washing over the older due to the emptiness.

The two of them fell against the bed, puffing out breaths of exhaustion, then turned to smile at one another.

The restraints were tossed aside and Seonghwa opened his arms, allowing Hongjoong to snuggle right into his grip. "Why do you get cuddles when I'm the one who's going to be limping tomorrow?"

"I can cuddle you if you'd like."

"But that would mean I wouldn't get to hold you like this," The younger rolled his eyes but still chuckled nonetheless. He leaned up to place a kiss on Seonghwa's cheek. Hongjoong grinned at the way he purred when he stroked his face. There was not a moment he would trade him for anyone in the world.

"I love you, Seonghwa."

"I love you more, Hongjoong."

...

"Wanna go for round two?"

"First one to whine, bottoms."