ღ Chanyeol's house

@Chanyeol “See? If that’s the case you can use spells and know if they are harmful or not.” At least Lay hoped that was the case, because if the wizard misinterpreted a crucial word in the spell it could all end up in a disaster… But he shook his head slightly to ward off those possibilities that swarmed around in his mind. He should refrain from the negative thinking, at least sometimes, and it was probably one of those times. Maybe he should have a little faith in Chanyeol, at least for the time being.

The prince gave a little smile at the other’s response, glad that he understood and that his innocence wasn’t spoiled by finding out his own true nature. He tried to imagine how the wizard would react if he were to find out how he truly was before – and how he will be a little later. The taller male seemed to be pretty obedient in his presence. If he thought about it, Lay could use that to his advantage… but he wasn’t going to do something like that, he would just feel like he would stoop to a lower level, and revenge wasn’t his thing.

The shock his words imprinted on the other male was more than evident on his expression, and he didn’t do anything to attenuate it. What could he actually do anyway? He just let it sink in and enjoyed Chanyeol’s reaction, holding back a chuckle. He didn’t think that the man could possibly have such an expression. During moments like this, he actually felt glad that he had the chance of finding him knocked out in the middle of the forest. He didn’t know, though, if the shock was an entirely good thing, because it meant that it was unexpected, and someone wouldn’t really think of a prince when they saw Lay. That was both a bad thing and a good thing, since he wasn’t fond of being the centre of attention. “No, you don’t have to speak formally.” The prince chuckled a little and shrugged. “Just ignore it.” He almost added ‘like you did back then’, but refrained from doing do, not particularly desiring to mention about that time.

The prince laughed at Chanyeol’s childish excitement and confirmed once more. “It’s all yours… faithful and protective as always.” He muttered the last part to himself, doubting that the other heard it, being so busy proudly admiring his bird. “If you say so…” he mumbled in response. That bird seemed to be defying him, ever since it had seen him for the first time near the wizard’s house. It may be a mere impression though, but the fact that it disliked him was crystal clear. The shorter male simply nodded afterwards. He was almost sure that the other would remember something when seeing his house, or at least feel that it was familiar.

“It does, doesn’t it?...” Lay couldn’t agree more, because even if he was a prince, the feeling of being homeless wasn’t something foreign to him. The male was pulled quickly from the spot he was in and from his thoughts as well, which had no time to settle on the memory that seemed to be looming from the haze time had set over it. Chanyeol’s house was indeed amazing; it was the first time that the prince could admire it properly, without pain or fear or some other complex feelings standing in the way of his scents. “Do you remember anything?” he inquired, eyes following the wizard as he looked around.

@Chanyeol L.Joe sighed when he for sure knew the Chanyeol knew he was lying. But hey, at least he gave it a shot. After all, his problems were his alone, and he wasn't supposed to receive help, and yet here he was breaking his number one rule. Raising one of his hands in defeat, he gave a weak smile and nodded. "You got me. But I had good reason." he said, his smile fading as he recalled all that had happened. The chilling messages, the threats to murder anyone close to him, the photos of his friends and 'family' sleeping as proof. It was all very scary, even for someone as old as him.

His breathing suddenly hitched like he had been shot in the chest and the pain blossomed, taking his breath with it. He suddenly felt weak again as he tried to steady himself. "C-can we sit before we talk?" he asked breathlessly, wondering if he would even be able to stand up properly. L.Joe had no idea what was wrong with him, although he knew how to stop it, but that way was just painful and repetitive for him. He wasn't going to kill himself again to get rid of the pain. No, he wanted to get over this normally even if it was stupid. And if he didn't, well maybe he'd ask Chanyeol to kill him instead of himself. He didn't know if the other would do it but if he didn't, L.Joe would just find a way to do it himself like he always did. After all, it wasn't that hard anymore after you've done it over a billion times. Wow...had he really done it that much? It was even dizzying just to think of the number. Sometimes it was painful, sometimes he felt nothing, and then he would wake up and everything would be back to normal again. He would be alive and continue on like normal.

(OTL I'm sorry it's so short. T^T I didn't know what to write. ;u; Sorry.)

Upon the oh so familiar, still childish looking smile on the other's face, the wizard was once again reminded of the fact that L.Joe hadn't changed. He told himself that it was just an aging difference, after all, Chanyeol had always looked older than the other, with his height, facial features, and low voice that seemed to come as soon as he had hit the big 1 6. But he still couldn't shake off the feeling that something was so off, his gut telling him that he didn't know something, and that was rare, because usually the wizard was the wise one, and so for him to lacking of information in comparison to someone else was both alarming and intriguing. But he told himself that he was overthinking it. That L.Joe had been gone for so long that maybe his memory of him was just a bit foggy, that possibly this wasn't the 16 year old L.Joe he was looking at but instead him at more than 200 years old, and that all those years ago he had looked even younger. Possibly.

It wasn't until the other spoke once more in that soft, high pitched voice, that Chanyeol realized that perhaps his little theory of the aging difference had been wrong, and that maybe he had a reason to be just a bit suspicious of his friend. Now, as the years went by, Chanyeol became wiser and wiser. Along with that wisdom, he had also become a good judge of character, able to determine whether or not someone was lying, and usually he was right about his decision. And so as he listened to L.Joe give his excuse of going around and traveling to see what the world had to offer, numerous alarms went off in his mind, even catching himself by surprise, because for exactly what reason would his friend have to lie? Maybe it was that that bothered him the most as the alarms in his mind went off, because if the other was lying, Chanyeol sure as hell wanted to know exactly why he was doing so. Because surely the other wouldn't stand before him and lie to him like that without good reason, especially if he remembered just how much the wizard despised liars.

The wizard decided to follow his gut on this one, because it had never led him wrongly before and he stared at L.Joe for a while. "That's weird. I mean, you left without even saying goodbye." He trailed off, as if musing over why the other would do such a thing. Chanyeol could still remember how heart broken he had been when his friend just never appeared again. He could vividly remember standing by their favorite tree and waiting for L.Joe to appear so that they could talk or just run about. He could remember that the male never came back, and he could remember that after a year and a half, he stopped waiting by the tree. The wizard's green eyes seemed to darken just a bit. "You're lying, aren't you?" He stated, leaving no room for argument as now he just wanted the truth, and only that.

@Chanyeol L.Joe had planned to stand up once the other had reached the door, but he realized his body wouldn't comply, which was why he fell into the other's arms when it was opened. The other still smelled the same, like magic and sassafras, and he almost looked the same, just a bit older. "Ah, Chanyeol." he sighed a bit happy, a ghost of smile playing his lips as he tilted his head to smile at him. "You're right, it's been years." He walked in a bit more, just like the other had told him to, steadying himself at least someone before he could feel the other looking him up and down. That's when he realized the problem. He still looked completely the same. While Chanyeol had grown up over the years, L.Joe had just decided to look the same after running away. Huh...running away. That's what he did, but he did have reasons as well.

It all started when Chanyeol had turned 16, and technically for how he looked, so did L.Joe. L.Joe was happily living along, momentarily forgetting his sad and long existence for a few years that seemed like a complete blur. And then they came along. Some New World Order called the Space-Time Orderlies. They came after L.Joe, telling him he was to be removed from the planet for trespassing, interfering, and breaking every known law of humanly proved physics. Of course for L.Joe this was a load of bull, because they just had a narrow mind together, but he knew how powerful they could be. Even if he could almost manipulate anything, some things in this universe were just not meant to be changed, like the handcuffs they created. So he ran, not only to hide himself, but to protect Chanyeol. The Space Time Orderlies would not hesitate to hurt those L.Joe loved just to have him surrender, as he could see into the future what they would do, so he changed it by running away. Then they all died out some few years back, after they had finished torturing L.Joe to the extent of unimaginable self hatred for himself and a desperate want to die. And that's how he ended up here, needing to seek some form of comfort in a familiar presence.

"I've been wandering around on my own." he said in his soft, albeit a bit higher pitched voice with his still 16-year-old body. "You know I never left the forest so I decided, why not go see the world for what it's worth." L.Joe didn't know if Chanyeol could tell it was a complete lie or not, but if he did, well L.Joe wasn't going to lie a second time. It just seemed that Chanyeol was in a fairly good mood. He didn't want to spoil it with his troubles of the mind or the scars on his body, which although he could normally heal, would also not change because of what they did it with.

@✹ Lee Byunghun ✹ A loud squawk sounded through the area.

Chanyeol, however, was much too buried in his spell room to pay any mind to it. He assumed that his phoenix was just squawking at another bird it saw or something and thus continued to read through his newest spell book, soaking up the spells like a sponge. Oh, how he loved gaining new knowledge. He had gone through absolute hell to get this book, and when he said hell, he literally meant hell, and there was no way he was coming out of the room until he had mastered the majority of the spells inside. It was more of a trial and error method, the way Chanyeol memorized them, but it was effective nonetheless. And there had been much error so far, as Chanyeol still had some slightly stinging wounds on his hands from where a fire had started out directly on his palms as he recited one of the spells but messed up on just one word. Luckily he had extinguished it quickly and managed to heal his palms as much as possible before going back to reading it. There was no room for any more mistakes, the wizard realized. If there was one thing that was most difficult about being a wizard, it was the fact that he couldn't make any mistakes when it came to speaking spells as the craziest things, both good and bad - but mostly bad - could happen.

The squawk sounded again, much louder this time, the fiery phoenix perched upon his rooftop making it known that there was a visitor - or rather an intruder in this case because Chanyeol didn't plan on having anyone over -. The wizard sighed deeply, muttering a few curses under his breath about people who obviously had never heard of sending a letter requesting for services and having Chanyeol get back to them. The last thing he wanted to do was leave his spell room, mostly his spell book, and deal with whoever was here, but regardless he still did so, knowing that if he didn't, his phoenix would only keep on squawking, and though he loved his pet with all his heart, sometimes she just didn't know how to shut up. And so Chanyeol quickly made his way to his front door, just in time to hear a weak knock. His eyebrows furrowed and he opened it up, but the last thing he expected was to have someone falling directly into his arms, having obviously been leaning upon the door.

Eyes widening, Chanyeol stumbled to catch the stranger and once he did steadied them once more. However just as he opened his mouth to question their presence he felt himself choke on his words, eyes locking on a familiar face, a very familiar one. The same one he had always looked forward to seeing while growing up. "LJoe?" The wizard said nearly in disbelief at the sight of his friend who he hadn't seen in just about 200 years. "I haven't seen you in years. Come in." He said, still in slight shock as he helped the other in, noting just how weak he seemed to be. Chanyeol's emerald eyes scanned over the other, realizing how he hadn't changed at all. He blinked a few times, staring hard now, because literally nothing had changed. The other looked like he was still waiting on puberty. "Where have you been all these years?" He questioned, eyebrow raising curiously as a slight smile crossed his features, because man, had he missed his friend.

@Chanyeol L.Joe was stumbling through an all but familiar forest, taking in the sights and sounds as if they were from his own backyard. That is, if he had one. He did here at one time, a short time ago for him, a long time for others. How many years was it? Around 200 something? That was just so short of a time for him, but during that time in the beginning, were some of the happiest years of his existence which he didn't dare call life. He continued onward, noting that indeed this was the very same place he used to run around in when he had taken upon his child form, for once trying to grow up normally. His form now would be surprising to anyone who knew him then, considering he didn't look a day over 16. That was one thing he was worried about, as he headed towards his destination. What would Chanyeol think? Even after this time he was still worrying about what other people would think of him. Pushing those thoughts away though, he pressed onward. He needed help now, and if he didn't make in on time, well who knew what drastic measures he would take to end his life?

After what seemed like a few hours, his old eyes finally caught sight of a large house, or make that large tree house. It was just the way he remembered it. Or at least he thought so. His memories were all a bit scrambled up at the moment. Shaking it off though, he walked towards the door, hoping the one he was looking for was at home. Once reaching it, he leaned slightly against the door, feeling weak and used up from his travels. With whatever collective energy he had left, the dirty blonde boy brought his hand up and knocked on the door weakly, hoping to receive an answer.

Gazing back into Chanyeol’s somehow inquisitive eyes, Lay caught the wizard’s lips motion as they parted only to come together again as his brows came together in a frown at the effect of the prince’s little trick. He was just watching Chanyeol’s reaction like he was watching a movie at first, not reacting for now, because his concentration was messed up. He looked at the wizard as he tried to salivate his mouth in vain, and after a few moments, when his mind caught up with the events unfurling before his eyes, a faint smile loomed on his lips, lasting just a brief second. He was in no place to be proud of himself or anything along the line. Surely, Chanyeol must have made the connection.

Hearing the wizard quietly chant another spell to oppose his powers, Lay didn’t find any trace of any negative feeling across the other’s face. Rather than that, the compliment that left the male’s lips caused him to be taken a back a little, as he didn’t feel any sign of mockery in that one word. Because of that, Lay believed it was genuine. He didn’t know though how good of an actor Chanyeol could be, but he didn’t ponder upon it. It would just be troublesome, and it was not like it was his wish for the other male to acknowledge his abilities. If they were in different circumstances, he would have thanked him, even if maybe it would just be a complaisant gesture. He had been well raised after all. But now he didn’t bother to respond to the compliment, partly afraid that if he opened his mouth now, only a moan would escape it. It didn’t take much time until that happened though, as Chanyeol’s hand had been terribly close to his erect length anyway.

The sound that left his parted lips when Chanyeol restarted the movement of his hand was a relieved moan, if that was even possible, because even though he felt terribly good as the cold of Chanyeol’s skin was fighting with the heat of his own, that didn’t make him truly relax, how could it? His hips continued to buck up on their own at an unsure peace and yearning for more friction, since he found the other’s hand was moving too slow. An unclear string of words fumbled towards his lips when he felt Chanyeol’s finger swipe through the slit of , only to come out as an unintelligible slur, which were meant to urge the wizard to move faster. The icy sensation hurt, but he could take it if that was the only way his body got what it wanted.

Peeking through his drooping eyelids, the prince watched as Chanyeol raised his free hand to his mouth, wonder present in his irises at the beginning, before he saw him on his fingers. Then, there was no place for wonder anymore as imagination took over him involuntarily. During the several seconds in which the wizard wetted his fingers up, Lay let out a groan as he could almost feel how he was on something else, that something belonging to the prince and right now was being pumped by the other hand of the wizard. There was definitely something wrong with him. Chanyeol was now even making him think dirty and he had a feeling those images created by his now polluted mind weren’t going to just vanish any soon. Now he wanted to shut his brain off even more than before.

His eyes never left the man’s fingers as they exited his mouth, wet and sleek, sliding towards his bottom. The muscles of his entrance clenched when he was squeezed and he shut his eyes before Chanyeol spoke again. Relax? How could he relax? Instead, he got even more tensed as his finger penetrated his body slowly. The prince gasped, between the usual by now mewls, at the expected, painful sensation. He clenched his teeth, expecting the pain to intensify itself as the long finger was ading him deeper. Meanwhile, the continuous on his length just barely distracted him, but it was still making him writhe under Chanyeol’s touch.

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Somewhere in between the chants ading his eardrum, Lay thought that the spell wouldn’t be something that would really harm him, since Chanyeol still needed him, if not for his own amusement at least for the blood that represented the ingredient for that spell of his. That’s if the wizard wasn’t a masochist, and Lay prayed that he wasn’t one, for his own good, and he wouldn’t do something to him which was more than necessary. Even though he was in fact doing more than necessary, at least from the prince’s point of view, starting with the endless teasings and ending with the spell, and who knows what would come after that? All those thoughts flied through Lay’s mind quickly in a moment before he forgot all about them, as he felt the heat running throughout every cell of his body. He was in fact a little surprised that thoughts like that were in his head as he was in that state, dazed, and fearful.

The prince was sure that Chanyeol somehow found satisfaction in his reactions, judging by his smugly attitude, even though he was always like that since they’ve first met. Lay was far from wanting to satisfy Chanyeol but besides the fact that couldn’t control his reactions, he didn’t know what he could do either so that the other wouldn’t feel like that. Even opposing him made the wizard take pleasure in that, so it seemed quite impossible.

Lay didn’t feel Chanyeol’s gaze on him as he was struggling to lower his body temperature somehow, even though he tried in vain. He was too distracted by the torturous heat that made him feel heavy, feeling it was now hard for him to move. How he wished he could have control over ice. It would make the whole situation a lot different, even though ice was water as well. He only had control over liquid water though so he had to be content with what he had. The prince paid no mind to the wizard shifting a bit above him, and while the other’s hand was traveling on his skin partly painfully, but partly enjoyable as well, he noticed how the male seemed to be so calm about everything, despite the bulge visible in his pants. Of course, he wasn’t a like him and probably didn’t get as fast as him. However, that didn’t mean Lay was going to actually try to do something in order to make him as as him, because of so many reasons. He might not be as innocent as he thought he was – but in that case, is anyone really innocent? – but he still felt awkward as hell inside.

Somewhere beyond the haziness of his absent gaze, he didn’t fail to notice Chanyeol’s change in expression when he noticed him using his powers – of course, only seeing the results, because Lay showed no other sign of using them. He saw how his look turned from teasing and smugly to something else, and the prince wondered if the wizard’s fresh discovery made him change his plans with him just a bit, of course hoping for the better. But from how he knew him, the only possibility was for the male’s thoughts to cause an even worse situation for Lay. If a few minutes before the prince wanted to concentrate on his thoughts to ignore the other as much as he could, now he just wished he could shut his mind off because it began to get on his nerves as well. He seemed to be thinking too much and to no avail, and those thoughts only stressed him out more. But things today just didn’t want to go his way and his mind was still haunted.

Chanyeol probably didn’t think much of it when he realized that Lay was a water elemental, since the prince recalled that he didn’t mention it to the wizard before. Seeing how experienced he is, he must not be the first one to pass through his bed, not that he really cared about that, and even if he was the first one Chanyeol would sleep with, he wouldn’t really feel pride swell in his chest. Besides, he could control only water, when Chanyeol had a special room filled with spells, laid down on paper for him to use when he pleased, virtually being able to control almost anything, wasn’t he? Also, if he were to sport his powers to their full potential, it would be a different thing. Anyway that would be tiresome at the moment, and Lay had no intention, and probably no reason either to do so.

Truthfully, the wizard didn't even mind the wetted linens, because soon enough the water would be heating up and evaporating. He stared back at the prince, his gaze still holding some wonder in it. Though, just as he opened his mouth to speak about the element, he noticed that his mouth was strangely dry. In an instant, his mouth had closed again. His eyebrows furrowed just for a second as he tried to salivate it once again, but any saliva that did come up ended up disappearing immediately. Only one thought crossed his mind at the moment, he was thirstier than someone damned to the pits of Hell.

It wasn't until he really focused his gaze on the prince once again that he made the connection between his thirst and the male. Water. So, not only could Lay make water appear, but he could take it away too. Impressive. But Chanyeol mentally scolded himself for not realizing that before. The prince had been alive for more than one hundred years as well, he had had all that time to work on his power. Chanyeol almost clapped, because the other had done that much without even having to lift a finger, but he was looking for more, much more. But he knew he wouldn't get to see all of the power Lay wielded in just this one night.

Quite frankly, the wizard wasn't even upset, if anything he was having fun. It was entertaining to have Lay lashing back even this much. Though Chanyeol could just make the discomfort of having a dry mouth disappear within a split second, he waited just a bit more. Finally, he spoke a quiet spell, and relished in the feeling of having his mouth moist once more. Even though what Lay had done was small, the wizard couldn't lie; it had been a horribly weird feeling. "Impressive." Chanyeol finally complimented, feeling as if he could speak now. It wasn't a common thing for him to even vaguely compliment someone in this manner - nor did he ever insult people - but if he did compliment someone it was genuine. And the single word that he spoke truly was genuine. Lay was a quite impressive person.

Mentally chuckling as Lay ed up into his palm, Chanyeol kept his eyes on the male's hips, finding the movement attractive. He enjoyed the soft, shameless moans, adoring the way they became louder and louder with each . Really, s were so easy to please and quick to moan at any and every touch; Chanyeol loved them. Even though he had been enjoying the moans though, he brought his hand to a stop, raising an eyebrow as he raised his gaze to the other's hooded chocolate eyes. Chanyeol was already prepared to raise the temperature more, thinking Lay wouldn't comply and say what he wanted. But much to his pleasant surprise, the male spoke up this time around.

"D-Don't stop doing t-that."

The words sounded like heaven to Chanyeol's ears. At last, the prince was stating what he wanted Chanyeol to do, in this case to keep stroking him. Deciding that it was good enough, the wizard started up his movements once again, stroking the length slowly once more. His thumb teasingly swiped through the slit, allowing the precum to leak down the side. He sped up his stroking just a bit, wanting to distract Lay with the momentarily.

Raising his other hand to his mouth, Chanyeol began to on two of his fingers, wetting them up. After a few seconds, he pulled them out, trailing them down to the other's bottom. Keeping his eyes on the prince, Chanyeol gave his a small squeeze, smirking just a bit before releasing it. "Just relax and focus on the pleasure." He instructed, prodding one of his fingers at the male's entrance. He continued to Lay's member with his other hand, increasing his speed just a bit more as he slowly slid his index finger into the prince's tight heat.

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One of Chanyeol's favorite things about using magic in front of others had to be the reaction. The reaction to him reciting ancient words that they couldn't comprehend. People usually reacted in one of two ways; they freaked out because they didn't know what was to come, or they stared in amazement at the fact that magic was being performed right in front of their eyes. Both of these reactions amused Chanyeol as to him it was natural to do magic on a day to day basis, just as natural and instinctive as breathing really. But to any person who was not a wizard or witch, it was an exhilarating and terrifying thing. Most wizards and witches went out of their way to avoid scarying people with their magic in public, but Chanyeol couldn't care less; he was very proud of his abilities, and so he had no problem showing them off in public, why should he care for anyone's fears?

However, Lay's reaction, of course, was funny. Really, everything the prince did was funny to Chanyeol. He couldn't quite figure out why, but Lay was extra amusing. Maybe it had something to do with the way he flipped between maintaining his pride, and enjoying the wizard' touches. Or maybe it was just the fact that all of his responses were childish. The wizard didn't fail to notice the way Lay trembled as he spoke the spell, and he couldn't help but smirk just a bit. He could only wonder, what was going through the prince's mind? What type of spell did he Chanyeol was speaking? Perhaps he thought that Chanyeol was going to make him spontaneously combust, which was a reasonable fear considering the fact that 99% of the people in the kingdom thought he would do something like that - he certainly could if he wanted to.

It seemed that Lay had finally figured out what the spell was though, as soon enough the prince was taking in huge breaths, obviously trying to cool himself down, but most likely to no avail. Chanyeol only watched in vague interest. His mind went to work though, making some thoughts that weren't so pg13, but more along the lines of rated M. He couldn't help but notice how Lay's mouth stretched so wide as he took in the huge breaths, and the wizard's length twitched in his pants causing him to shift a bit. God, how he wanted the prince's mouth around him so badly, but he wasn't about to try that so soon, at least not until he had Lay more warmed up to the idea of them having . Though Chanyeol made a mental note to make it happen tonight because he was yearning for the other's mouth around now.

Soon enough though, his attention had been yanked away for the other's rather tempting mouth to Lay's mewls. So, he was enjoying the icy touch on his heated skin. Chanyeol was beginning to think now that the male was just a bit masochistic because the wizard knew it had to be just a bit painful because of the huge difference in temperature. But nonetheless, Lay was seeming to enjoy it, and that was what turned Chanyeol on the most. He loved the way Lay's fingers clenched and unclenched his sheets, and the soft mewls that left the other's lips were enough to make Chanyeol had to forcefully hold himself back from just entering the other right away. God, did the male have to be so tempting with every thing he did?

All thoughts of self control and temptation disappeared though as soon as Chanyeol finally came to notice the wetness around him, and under his touch. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then furrowed them in confusion for a split second until he noticed just where the water was coming from. Of course. Of course the water was coming from the prince. Now, Chanyeol's previously amused, teasing gaze changed to one of pure intrigue. Water, the prince was a water elemental. It was the wizard's first time meeting a water elemental, though he had conversed with other types of elementals. But a water
elemental? Well, he had never gotten the chance to meet one, and now not only had he met one, and was experiencing his element, but he would also get to sleep with one? Man, the wizard truly did consider himself lucky.

The fact that the prince was a water elemental did make the wizard see him in a different light. Before, Chanyeol looked at him as nothing more than a good - paying no mind to his title as a prince - but now, he saw him as a chance to expand his knowledge on one of the many beings out there. Despite his mischievous nature, the male actually really valued knowledge, and loved to learn about other species. And so the thought that he could experience a water elemental's powers first-hand, well, that just increased his excitement tenfold. If Lay thought he was being torturously teased now, he had yet to experience the true meaning of teasing, because now Chanyeol wanted to see just how much he could bring the other's powers out in this one night.

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His eyes followed Chanyeol emptily as he got rid of the piece of clothing adorning his body. He saw him look down at his hands and listened to another spell, a shorter one this time, trying to guess what he was doing. The icy blue color coating his hands for a bit gave Lay a hint about what was to come and he shivered lightly before he could even feel it on his own skin. The prince then looked up from his hands, returning Chanyeol’s gaze as his fingers were getting closer and closer to him. He couldn’t help but shudder a bit at the coldness contrasting with the heat of his skin, which was glistening with perspiration. He wanted to jerk from the icy touch, but it seemed he didn’t quite have enough energy for that. The heat was draining him, and he hadn’t realized his fingers were still gripping on the fabric on the wizard’s bed until now, when the grip loosened up.

Soon, the boy felt the wizard’s long fingers lower on his skin, towards his neck, the movement not letting him get used to the painful yet delighting sensation. Soft mewls left his lips as he wished the other would just hold his hand still a little more. It was just a foolish, little wish, he knew. He couldn’t deny his words. He didn’t use to lie, but now indeed, he was a liar and he could acknowledge that.

By this time, the prince was now soaked, but it wasn’t just his body normally reacting to the hostile environment he was in,. Now it was his powers working. Why would only the wizard use his powers? Lay, too, tried to put it to good use by attempting to cool himself off at least a bit. The linens under him were probably soaked as well because of the amount of water he had caused to linger on his body, but he couldn’t care less. The little effort was mostly futile unfortunately, since the liquid would heat up as well anyway pretty soon, but it wasn’t like he consumed much energy doing that. He had been practicing his abilities for more than 100 years after all. While looking the other male in the eye, he tried to think of another way to put his element to use, but this time focusing on Chanyeol. Why should he be the only one playing dirty? He didn’t do anything much though, he just resumed at drying out the interior of his mouth a bit, which would just make him thirsty at most. He knew it wasn’t much, and he did it without even moving a finger, but he just felt a tad better knowing he could use his ability even to that extent, even when knowing that Chanyeol would probably just voice out a quick spell and make the discomfort disappear.

Lay writhed under the other’s touch, which was descending towards his . He moaned lowly, breathily when his finger ran up on his length. The prince closed his eyes at the icy trace Chanyeol’s fingers left behind on his sensitive, hot skin. He strangely enjoyed the pregnant sensation, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back on the mattress. Damn, why did he like it so much, even though the wizard had barely touched him. He didn’t even hear the request, which was hidden somewhere between the sounds he was making. The moans grew louder and more wanton, longer and more greedy. His hips slowly into the other’s hand when he began stroking him, resting back on the bed when Chanyeol stopped. He groaned lowly, cracking his eyes open a little. His breathing was shaky again. Actually he could barely breathe due to the hot air that was lingering in the room and due to the list that was taking over him at a quick pace.

“D-Don’t stop doing t-that.” This time around, he didn’t even bother passing the words through the filters of his brain; he just let the words slide from his tongue in a barely audible whisper.

[p2 end]

Even Lay thought it was just a matter of time since he would give in unfortunately, and the wizard didn’t really seem to mind the silence coming from him instead of answering, and he didn’t seem to be going to lose his patience any soon either. The prince couldn’t really decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing, even though he was inclined to guess it was the former. Who knows what Chanyeol would do to get rid of him if he was getting bored? He virtually had an infinity of spells – well, not really, but many nonetheless – that could serve him. He could enjoy torturing Lay in other ways, much worse than this, he figured. But his mind was going too far and Lay shrugged off the exaggerated and most likely false premonitions, if he could even call them like that.

When Lay finally spoke, he couldn’t say he was not a bit relieved at seeing the wizard’s amused face, showing him that anything dangerous wouldn’t be coming. Or at least that’s what he understood from it, even though that didn’t mean that the man was just going to end the teasing quickly after that. The prince found the wizard’s smile quiet sadistic, especially since he was almost laughing at him. He was certainly stupid for the defiance that he had shown. It wasn’t the best choice he could have, at least not for him. It just gave Chanyeol one more excuse to mock him, even though excuses were probably not needed. Heck, by the end of this all even he would laugh about himself most probably. Maybe it was just him, but he was somehow behaving like a kid, just getting irritated because he can’t do what he wants to and what he had been used to. But he felt like one anyway, the wizard made him feel just like a foolish kid, through which the man could see with ease, even though he was smart enough, but smart people make mistakes too, don’t they? He wasn’t sure which of his actions leading him to this situations were mistakes and which were ones he had to do and didn’t really depend on him, but did that matter anyway? He would have probably ended up like this anyway someday.

Lay kept silent at the rhetorical question addressed more to the other male himself than to him, his eyes never leaving the wizard as that smile kind of worried him. From what he had seen, it was no use trying to do something “right”, because Chanyeol would still get what he wanted in the end, and the prince would still be teased to no end the ed, his shame and pride long lost, thrown somewhere in a corner of the man’s bedroom, tainted and spoiled. Again, maybe he was just making a fuss about it and it was in fact not such a big deal, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t know how a some other man, a commoner, would react, but he was born in the royal family and that had seeded in him that something in him that was now going to be dirtied, the purity, the honor, the little amount of pride – because even though he was a modest prince and many a time he didn’t even act like one when he was at home, he still had some – which he had cherished so much.

Lay’s eyes followed Chanyeol’s tall figure lean towards him, and he restrained himself from the flinch he felt creeping in his body. He did so though, taken aback when the man whispered in his ear before biting on his earlobe. The action, combined with the low humming just besides the prince’s ear caused him to stop breathing for a few moments, regaining his breath when it was released. After that, he heard him recite quietly into his ear, something from which he couldn’t understand a word. He was now trembling slightly. He couldn’t figure the exact cause for which he was reacting like that though. It might have been the low voice sending vibrations into his eardrum or the fear of the unknown effect that the spell would have on him. While listening to the spell, boiling inside, or rather just let the sounds sleep into his ear, not concentrating on them, he figured that even of they had been voiced out in his tongue language, their meaning wouldn’t have gotten to him; maybe just a few words here and there, but no more than that, because his mind wouldn’t be able to focus on them.

The thought of somehow interrupting Chanyeol to distract him from the spell crossed the prince’s mind, but he held back – if he even had the necessary courage to do so – because who knows, it might have ended up turning into something worse if the man didn’t chant the spell properly. After a couple of seconds of barely breathing and anticipating whatever was to happen, the brown-haired boy realized the effect of the spell as he felt his body getting hotter and hotter. At first he thought it was just his organism disobeying him in such a cruel way for him again, but that couldn’t be it. The prince took in large mouthfuls of air, attempting to cool himself down. Damn that wizard. He couldn’t stand heat. He had always preferred cold. Maybe it was because of the fact that the element under his control was water, but maybe that was just how he was built.
[p1]

Quite frankly Chanyeol couldn't imagine how his cold fingertips could feel against Lay's probably quickly heating skin. The bittersweet sensation of ice against heat. Probably terribly torturous and yet so sweet at the same time. Really, the wizard deserved some type of medal or world record for most brutally creative ideas in bed, because he was on a roll tonight. He wasn't planning to change the temperature any time soon either, at least not until Lay completely spoke up about what he wanted, to throw out the little pride and hatred towards Chanyeol he had at least for now, and to give the wizard the satisfaction he had been looking for. He knew it wouldn't come easy, but at this point, Chanyeol was planning to hear the request properly, no matter how long it took.

His cold fingertips dropped from Lay's jawline to his neck, tracing small intricate patterns across his skin just barely, not quite giving him the satisfaction of having that skin completely cooled down. There was a haughty look in Chanyeol's eyes, a daring smile playing on his lips. "You're a liar." He bluntly stated, no malice in his voice whatsoever, but instead temporary content, because he found it highly.. relieving in a way that the prince was lying like this. A breathy chuckle left his lips as he brought his hands down further and further only just barely ghosting the pads of his fingertips across the skin pale skin that was probably dying for some cool relief by now.

Chanyeol continued to trail his fingertips down further and further until they stopped just at the prince's erect length. His eyes dropped to the flesh, blatantly staring for a few seconds before averting his gaze up once more. His index finger slowly ran up the main vein of Lay's member, pausing at the tip before slowly making its way back down. "Just tell me what you want." He breathed out, wrapping his thin fingers around the length lightly, before giving it a small squeeze in his palm only to lighten up his grip once more. He gave the member a long, slow , and then repeated the action once more before stopping completely, only allowing his hand to rest there.

"What do you want me to do Prince?"

[p2. end.]

@Prince Lay Just a bit disappointed at Lay's failure to give actual answers as Chanyeol's hands traveled over his body, the wizard instead took in the small movements he was given. Shakes of the head weren't exactly what he had been hoping for, but sufficed nonetheless. He knew he couldn't expect too much though, as the prince seemed to be a very introverted person, becoming easily embarrassed, and so he would have to grow used to the disobedience, considering the fact that Lay probably wasn't going to give Chanyeol the satisfaction of being that easy. But the wizard didn't exactly mind, he always enjoyed challenges, taking on seemingly impossible missions was his forte. So this wouldn't be much too different from any other challenge he took up.

Despite the fact that Lay wasn't giving any sounds, which would have resulted in the wizard just teasing him a bit more, it would have been much smarter to just answer the right way, or even continue to be silent over speaking out in pure defiance. It wasn't like Chanyeol was highly upset whenever people opposed him when it came to things like this, matter of fact, it only made things more interesting for him, He, along with every other person who had resisted him, knew that it was better to just go along with things than to challenge him in such a way, because doing that was just asking for endless teasing, lingering touches, and kisses that never got quite completed. Truthfully, Chanyeol loved the fierce ones, those who had the nerve to deny him. Acts of defiance did nothing more than put a smile on his face; simply because Chanyeol always got what he wanted in the end, it was common knowledge. Therefore, as soon as Lay answered, the wizard almost found himself laughing.

"Really now?"

The male onoly spoke, more of to himself than Lay. It was a nice surprise for Lay to say that. Chanyeol had assumed that by now the prince had practically given up on trying to stay composed and strong, he thought his moans and whimpers were a sign of submission, that his natural body movements was like waving the white flag. Sure, he hadn't been expecting for Lay to be full on optimistic with the idea of having by now, but he surely hadn't been expecting the other to oppose him. No anger whatsoever built up because of the defiance, but rather just hilarity. Just from the look on Lay's face it was obvious that the other was regretting his words, but it was too late to take them back now, as Chanyeol had already engraved them into his mind; he was all ready to react to them. Even if Lay had probably spoken without thinking, Chanyeol was now set on getting the other to say just what he wanted, even if it meant they would be in the stage for hours, and at this rate that's exactly what they would be doing for the majority of the time. Slowly, Chanyeol leaned forward until his lips were just beside the prince's ear. "We'll see about that." He whispered, and then took the male's ear lobe between his teeth, biting down on it just a bit, his throat letting out a low humming sound.

Releasing the male's ear lobe, Chanyeol kept his lips near the other's ear, starting to whisper a quiet spell in an ancient language that he knew Lay wouldn't understand - the only ones who would being other witches/wizards -. His low voice confidently spoke each word, effortlessly reciting the spell in mantra, he didn't even have to think twice about performing such a simple spell, which is why he was considered to be one of the most powerful wizard's of all time. With each word the temperature in the room subtly rose, being unnoticeable at first. It wasn't until a minute or so later that the rise in temperature would really become obvious, but luckily for the wizard he was immune to the bigger effect, only feeling the increase a little bit. Though he knew the prince would, without a doubt, feel the temperature rising, and he was interested in seeing how the other would react considering the fact that he was an elemental - and Chanyeol had been interested in seeing exactly which element he controlled, though the wizard was slightly doubting the prince would use his powers.

In a mere two minutes or so the room temperature had increased at least 15 degrees, feeling like a heat wave in the summer. Only feeling the temperature rise a bit, Chanyeol pulled off his own shirt, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the fabric. He tossed it to the side. His chanting came to an end, feeling like it was hot enough. His gaze dropped down to his hands and he mumbled a small spell quickly, resisting the urge to smirk as his entire hand pulsed a sparkling icy blue for a few seconds before returning back to their normal color. His jade colored eyes rested on Lay's own for a bit, his hand slowly reaching out towards the male's jawline. His shockingly cold fingertips trailed across the other's jawline slowly, his eyes never leaving the other's.

[p1]

@Chanyeol He wouldn’t like to be made fun of, but he figured that no matter if he did reply to his question or not, Chanyeol would still do that. Either that or wait until Lay spoke, denying him any pleasure his body was looking forward to. So he answered, Chanyeol’s thoughts still a mystery to him obviously. After he voiced the words out, he was sure the way he spoke had pleased the other, even though he evidently didn’t do it on purpose. The prince wanted to burn the memory of his own voice a few moments ago if something like that was possible – and it probably was for Chanyeol actually, but developing a habit for asking for his services wouldn’t be too good. Not for Lay at least.

The prince unconsciously broke the interdiction Chanyeol had instructed a few moments ago and his teeth abused his lip again, only not so hard, because it hurt. His eyes now followed the movement of Chanyeol’s hands onto his torso before looking up at the wizard again when he hummed, seeming to be thinking about something. He wanted to roll his eyes at the next statement. Of course he wouldn’t miss a chance to not . It was the first time that Chanyeol called him by his name, and the sound of his voice spelling it out wasn’t really pleasant for the prince. It was true that he disliked being called prince, but he kind of preferred that to his real name when it came to people whom he didn’t sympathize with, a good example being Chanyeol.

When the other male locked his gaze with his own, Lay could sense the lust in his green eyes very easily, and he gulped silently. The wizard may have been satisfied with the prince’s soft voice when he spoke, which probably boasted his sense of control if that was even possible, but it seemed he wanted a more specific answer. Or just to make Lay even more embarrassed than he already was by making him say things that he thought he would never say out loud.

The brown-haired boy didn’t utter a word when Chanyeol asked the second time, his fingers sliding over his collar bone, but he lightly shook his head, the move almost imperceptible. The idea of not complying to him crossed his mind. Maybe if he did so, Chanyeol would just lose his appetite for amusement and would just give him what he needed. Of course, he couldn’t be sure of what the other would do, and he was hesitant to choose what he should say if he were to say anything in the end. Lay didn’t repeat the previous action of shaking his head when he felt the large hand onto his chest, which was rising and falling, his breathing now having gained a more or less regular pace. The prince felt his cheeks heat up more when he reached his abdomen, staying there longer than needed. When the wizard’s hand slid even lower, his legs shifted just a bit in anticipation for the touch that didn’t come. “J-Just forget i-it… I d-don’t want anything…” The prince muttered softly in the end, regretting his decision of opposing him almost instantly, afraid that it would become just another failure on his list that day, because the wizard would make his treatment even more unbearable as a result of the prince’s words towards him.

[p2 end]

@Chanyeol Lay could feel Chanyeol’s gaze all over his body, totally exposed to the other’s view, nothing hidden, and he suddenly felt more self-conscious over his ness. He had no way to cover himself or run away. It was too late ever since Chanyeol helped him the first time, and he told himself the thousandth time that he had no choice and that he shouldn’t be enjoying whatever the wizard was going to do to him during the time he spent at his place. He almost prayed that what was to come, whatever that was, was going to be painful and unpleasant, because the prince would somehow feel better inside like that. He would feel guilty and shameful all his life from then on most likely if he allowed himself to enjoy sleeping with some stranger, because that’s what Chanyeol virtually was to him. He had a feeling though that he won’t be able to do what he wanted, because after all, he failed until now as well. He was not the one who controlled the power here, Chanyeol was, from so many reasons, and the wizard was using it at its best. Or was yet to use it as its best, because Lay honestly had no idea what the man would do next. He was still inexperienced after all, and if at first he thought that the other male would just have with him, now he knew that he wasn’t the type to just do it quickly. He wanted first to and torture him, he liked to play with him, before he would take his ity away. He figured that it was something to take pride in, in the wizard’s opinion maybe. The prince wondered with how many people he had done that before. There was no doubt they were a lot judging by how confident Chanyeol was.

Lay didn’t think much about it when he first found out what the price he needed to pay was, but it was now that the idea of how significant it truly was hit him. Or maybe now he was thinking too deeply into it. Perhaps this event would be forgotten, shoved in the back of his mind, and the wizard would be just a distant figure after Lay would have finished paying for the second spell as well. Or maybe it would even do him some good, having earned some experience. Nevertheless, he couldn’t turn back now. These useless questions were flying through his head as he was thinking that maybe by occupying his mind with them, he could mask his body’s eagerness, which was most probably evident in the state he was in.

The train of his thoughts was interrupted when he saw Chanyeol lean forward with a frown on his expression that seemed to show concern. He was curious and somehow afraid because he knew how mischievous the other male was, and it was no way that he was actually worried about him. Lay did as he said, freeing the soft flesh from the grip of his own teeth, without saying a word. He was going to do it again anymore. It had become a reflex so holding back when all those negative feelings were residing inside him would be impossible. When he heard the next part, the prince wanted to scoff, despising the smirk that appeared in his lips. He held it in though. It seemed he wasn’t allowed to do that, and maybe other things as well. The wizard was wicked and possessive, and possessiveness was one thing Lay was neither used to, nor did he like it. He had always had his own freedom ever since he was little, most likely because he was part of the royal family, even though he didn’t usually abuse it, or at least not intended to. Possessiveness stood in the way of the freedom he was so used to, even this Chanyeol showed to him, in spite of the fact that it was just some part of the wizard’s ual game. Of course, he didn’t let Lay any freedom from the beginning, but he somehow had some kind of illusion that he could control himself, even though Lay ended up failing every little goal he had set up for himself. However, this smugly showed off of the other man annoyed him, even though the annoyance couldn’t really be seen behind the mask of lust and mild frustration set on the prince’s face. It was just added inside him, mixing with the other emotions already present.

Lay tried not to let his body react again when Chanyeol’s hands dropped on his hips again, but he felt the urge to move a little. The place he positioned his hands was most probably chosen specifically to torture him more, the slow rubbing of his skin not helping at all, and the need to be touched somewhere else translated into another shiver sent throughout his figure. Returning the wizard’s gaze, the prince tried to guess what other things the male was intending to do next, besides actually having with him. The brown-haired boy was almost sure that the question was asked just for Chanyeol’s amusement, and that the answer wouldn’t have any other importance besides entertaining the other a bit more. [p1]

@Prince Lay "T-Touch m-me."

After what felt like an eternity to the highly anxious - but outwardly calm - the prince spoke, his soft voice coming out more like a breathy moan than anything, but to Chanyeol's ears at least, it sounded perfect. The stuttering was just what the wizard had wanted to hear. He wanted to hear the nervousness, the embarrassment the other felt. He wanted to hear the effect that he had on the male, and apparently it was a very big one from what he could hear. His eyes never left the other's brown orbs, finding them almost enchanting in a way. In such a way that was making it harder for Chanyeol to keep his calm exterior on. Though he averted his gaze instead to Lay's lips, finding it easier to keep his cool if he was looking there instead.

Despite his brief inner self control issues, Chanyeol allowed a confident smirk to settle on his lips. "You want me to touch you?" He repeated, raising an eyebrow. His hands slowly slid up from the male's hips to the sides of his torso instead. He slowly his lips, before humming lowly as if in thought. "There are so many places to touch you, Lay." He said, the other's name rolling off his tongue smoothly, and he purposely putting a bit of a growl into his tone. He raised his gaze again, finding the inner strength to look the other in his brown eyes once more, his own green one holding a lustful glint.

Now, Chanyeol had known right away what Lay had been referring to, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. The real question was, would the wizard just give the prince what he wanted? The thought had briefly crossed his mind. After all, Lay had looked him in the eyes, and vaguely stated what he wanted. But it was just that. It was vague, and Chanyeol preferred for things to be specific, even if he could understand what had been meant with the vague statement. He was a blunt, straight forward person. And so he liked for people to be straight forward when talking to him. Just saying, 'touch me.' wasn't nearly enough for the wizard to feel satisfied.

"Where? Where do you want me touch you?" Chanyeol questioned, sliding his hands across the other's collarbone. "Here?" He asked. His hands then slid down more, resting on the male's rather petite chest. "Or here?" He asked, tilting his head as he lowered his hands more to the faint abs. "Here?" He chuckled inwardly as his hands lingered there teasingly, before dropping to just above the other's pelvis. "Or did you mean here?"

[p2. end.]

@Prince Lay Oh yes, Chanyeol had reached an entire new level of sadism, whether it was because of his own inner need for dominance, or because of the highly submissive male laying in his bed right now, he didn't know. But he did know one thing for sure, he was enjoying the sight too much. Seeing the prince laid out on his mattress, completely , only having a few marks painted onto his body, along with the red tint on his cheeks. Chanyeol was sure it was something about this male that made him become this way, feeling the need to make the other's face heat up more. Perhaps it was the pure aura that had been radiating from him before, that now was tainted with the lingering moans in the air. It sure as hell wasn't the first time that the wizard had taken someone's innocence like this, but usually he didn't find it this amusing; though he did have quite a ball with s, finding that they were much easier to turn on than people who were skilled in the field. He found it quite cute actually how easily they would moan from even the lightest touches, Lay being no different. The only thing, however, that made him much more amusing to the wizard, was the fact that this had to be the oldest Chanyeol wouldhad ever slept with and would ever sleep with. More than a hundred years of purity. That had to be a world record. God, the prince deserved a special place in heaven for staying a for that long. But now, his ity would be stripped from him like this, and there wasn't a doubt in Chanyeol's mind that the prince would probably find himself wondering why he had neglected to allow himself to feel such pleasure once the wizard was done.

Indeed it wasn't enough for Chanyeol to just take Lay's ity. He almost wanted to turn the other into some type of lover. Only then would he be truly satisfied. But, Chanyeol had a long way to go. Though, he was considering taking this up as his own experiment of the sort, to see how long it would be before Lay found himself purposely searching for people to sleep with. Was it alright for Chanyeol to place little bets like this with himself? To use other's lives as a type of scientific experiment like this? No, but then again, when did the wizard ever care much for things like morally right and wrong. In his eyes, this wasn't all too bad, it was for research, more than his own amusement - though he would be having quite a bit of fun through the experiment -. He guessed that it would be two or three months, give or take a few days, and though he wouldn't tell the prince of such, he would be keeping close tabs on him even after this all happened.

A frown settled on his face, noticing how Lay was abusing his lower lip like that, making the wizard lean forward in concern. He placed his hands on the other's cheeks. "Yah, don't chew on your lower lip like that, you're going to make it bleed and bruise." Chanyeol lightly chided, his low voice leaving no room for argument. "That's my job." He added in, the frown being replaced with a smirk instead. Now, he didn't have a problem with Lay's lower lip being swollen and bruised. Though he had to be the cause of it. He only wanted for the other's lower lip to be aching because of his own bites and tugs on it, not because of his nervous chewing on it. Though he never got romantically involved with people, he could be quite possessive at times when it came to those who owed him. He liked to think that while someone owed him, they were practically his, which meant no one, not even themselves could touch them directly before or after Chanyeol had his way with them. He preferred to have a clean canvas to start with, and a painted one to end with. If an artist didn't buy a canvas with art already on it, why should he sleep with someone who had already been marked by another? To him, that was rather useless, because it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying to cover them with bites and hickeys.

His hands dropped from the prince's face, instead settling on his hips once more. The pads of his fingertips rubbed at the smooth skin slowly, waiting for Lay's response. His gaze never left the other. He could see that Lay was highly reluctant to answer the question, and though ultimately Chanyeol made the decisions in , at least when it came to teasing, he still liked for his partner to indulge him with their pleas for more touches and requests every now and then. Besides, if the prince asked nicely, Chanyeol would probably not as much, or at least do the whole denial part, the part that usually drove his partners insane in bed, causing them to go to tears. Though, now that he thought about it, he decided to keep it in, because he would love to see the prince in tears, begging to be allowed to release. The wizard found that he liked the thought of a highly submissive Lay.
[p1]

@Chanyeol A light tremble was still residing in his body, fingers holding onto the sheets tightly. He was used to people watching him, but not like that. Those people he was used to looked up to him, whereas this one man looked down on him, or at least saw him as an equal. Lay considered himself equal with the others anyway, but now he didn’t feel equal with Chanyeol, from a lot of reasons, one of them being that the wizard could do pretty much whatever he pleased with him. Others reasons where their positioning; he was looking at him from above, and above that, Lay was the only one , whereas the other was still fully clothed.

The prince mustered a little courage – he was a prince after all, he had to have at least a bit of courage to look the other in the eye – and focused his gaze on Chanyeol’s face. The next moment, the wizard moved his away from Lay’s face, down at again, and he felt his cheeks burning even more if that was possible. He was hard and needy and yearned so much for his touch, but how could he just tell the other to do that? When the male’s eyes met his own again, he didn’t falter this time and didn’t move his look away. He wondered if by the end, there would be any part of the prince Lay remaining or he would just be like any other, just enjoying carnal pleasures shamelessly and without any pride with someone like Chanyeol.

Lay felt another thrill run down his spine as the other’s hands touched his hips. They were annoyingly close to , but still too far away. His voice resounded in his eardrums, and even that made him lust for more. He wasn’t sure if that was just a rhetorical question, so he didn’t know whether to answer or not. And even if he were to answer, what could he answer? He felt like Chanyeol was just mocking him in a way nonetheless.

He had noticed, with his peripheral vision, Chanyeol’s arousal as well. So he wasn’t the only one , even though he couldn’t see any other sign in Chanyeol other that the swell in his pants. He felt slightly better because of that.

He then heard the wizard’s voice again as he spoke up once more. This time he was really expecting for an answer. What exactly he wanted? Did that even matter? He was going to and play with him anyway, so why ask him about that? Especially since he put him in an even more embarrassing position. What did he want exactly? It would be a lie if he said that he just wanted to finish fast and go home. His chest was rising and falling irregularly as he parted his lips, no words coming out. They were stinging terribly from so much biting. He would have liked to avoid the question, but Chanyeol’s gaze was so intense – or only Lay saw it like that, because of his state and the strong color of his irises – that he felt like he needed to do what the other told him. But he didn’t know what he wanted. Or he knew that he shouldn’t want whatever his body asked for. The truth was he was dying to be touched by the other, to have his needs fulfilled.

The answer was difficult to give though, and it came in a clumsy stutter, after several moments. “T-Touch m-me…” His voice was quite and the words came out soft like a moan. He never knew his own body could be this disobedient. He was expecting the other to laugh or smirk smugly at him for the way he spoke.

[p2 end]

@Chanyeol Still irritated with himself, Lay bit his bottom lip hard, harder than any time he had done so until then. Had he put just a little bit more pressure and blood would have surfaced the sensitive skin which was already so red. He figured that at this time, because of the so talented wizard, his body would enjoy any little touch the man had to offer, even though it would be greedy and want more and more – and every little need it had would be visible in any little move he would make, inviting Chanyeol to do whatever he pleased. But it seemed Chanyeol found pleasure in teasing him and relish in his little suffering. Well, it was not really suffering, but the prince didn’t really know what word fit the treatment he was going through best. Nonetheless, he was aroused, and having to wait a few seconds that passed as slow as a few hours wasn’t the best feeling in the world. That was another strange and frustrating thing, because patience was a virtue that Lay possessed for sure. Well, where had it gone now? It seems it had fled and left him bare like that in front of Chanyeol – bare of clothes, of pride, of patience, of innocence and of his royal status. He only had those hickeys to cover him a little, but they only made the situation worse, not at all better.

Was the man going to listen to him if he told him to get over with it faster? Lay asked himself that internally, but shrugged the thought off, because it was just foolish. The way Chanyeol enjoyed doing this was evident in his expression and actions. He seemed to have been doing this for an eternity – and this wasn’t so far from the truth actually, considering how much he had lived; it was quite obvious that he hadn’t been living just for a few decades. There was such a contrast between them. Lay feared that in the end he would be proven that they weren’t so different and that he would end up liking the other’s treatment, and maybe yearning for more.

He didn’t really know if he wanted Chanyeol to finish it quickly, judging by his wanton moans from a few seconds ago when he was being touched. Those sounds that his own voice made, which he didn’t even know he was able to let out, were still lingering in his ears, and they made him feel so cheap. He wasn’t that cheap though, since the fact that he was a prince made the other enjoying it more most probably. Of course, those were just his thoughts, contradicting in his head. His brows furrowed at the mixture of feelings and thoughts that were so chaotic inside him. Yet another effect the male inflicted upon him. Was it another spell of his or was it only the simply very experience wizard making him confused like that without the use of any magic? He was tempted to ask, the question on the tip of his tongue, but it couldn’t come out, not now. It would have just been wrong to ask him that at this moment. Anyway, other pieces of broken sentences wiped it away, taking its place in the boy’s mouth, none coming out though. They didn’t make much sense anyway, they were just the results of his internal vortex of thoughts and confusion. The easiest words to come out would be cuss words, but he kept them to himself as he was thought. He was still struggling to hold onto the very thin bit of pride left in him and not let down the ones who had educated him, even though they wouldn’t find out anyway if he used such profanities now. He knew very well, yes, that he was just a fool for trying not to swear, he was just too pure, at least in some way… or he thought he was.

What would people say when they were to see such marks on his body, and probably not only on his neck and jaw line, because Chanyeol would most probably be so greedy that he would have to mark his entire body, like it was his territory. Of course, the brown-haired boy wasn’t used to be thought of as some kind of property or to belong to someone else. That was because he hadn’t much experience – he had experience as a prince, that had to rule over people and such, but his life as a simple human wasn’t so eventful; he was still a kid in that aspect.

Lay regretted the question that had just barely passed his lips immediately after he spoke. Just several minutes ago, he had asked Chanyeol to stop, even though he didn’t really mean it. And now he was yearning for more. He wanted to slap his own mouth, but his lips were still being abused anyway by his white teeth, which contrasted with the red background of his skin so well. Even if he avoided to look at Chanyeol, he was sure that the man felt satisfied with the question or something along the line.

[p1]

@Prince Lay This small escapade had gone from just to something much more, even if Lay - and Chanyeol - hadn't quite realized it. What had started out as , had increased to a test of the sort. A test to, in a way, knock the prince down from the high pedestal he had been placed on. It was to prove, more of to himself than to anyone else, that no matter what they were deemed as, Chanyeol could make anyone moan in the end, because no matter social status nor riches, every being enjoyed . Though it wasn't just to prove that social status didn't matter - hell, when had the wizard ever cared about that - but rather to leave an imprint of the prince's life. Because no one ever, forgot their first, no matter how many years went by, and Chanyeol took pride in being people's first.

His hands slid to Lay' hips, thumbs tracing small circles on them as his green eyes stared at the other's brown ones. "What do you want, my dear prince?" He asked, his voice low and just a bit raspy, as he too was craving Lay though he was much better at hiding it. It probably wasn't doing him any good considering the fact that he was still fully clothed, and his was practically throbbing to get out of the pants that he was still in, luckily though, Chanyeol mastered the art of hiding his feelings. He raised an eyebrow as he continued to stare at the prince.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

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@Prince Lay What had originally started as a need for a specific ingredient for a spell - being blood - , had escalated to something much more. But then again, had Chanyeol even been intending to just go after the needed blood only? To just get Lay aroused enough and to collect a drop or two of his blood, and then be done. Where was the fun in that? No one would be satisfied with just that, neither the wizard nor the prince. Chanyeol wouldn't be satisfied, because just looking at the male was enough to turn him on, and he didn't like to rush during . Lay wouldn't because if the wizard had to get him only to collect the blood, then he would be leaving the home ually frustrated and most likely embarrassed. The least Chanyeol could do was have Lay leave his own feeling highly satisfied, though he would still probably be embarrassed.

If the prince had even insisted for Chanyeol to just get it over with quickly, the male wouldn't have done so. It was well known of how mischievous he was. So of course, there was no way he would let this opportunity slip by him without letting his teasing, playfully bad nature come in to play. It was only natural for him to do this, and quite frankly, Chanyeol figured it was making it better for the both of them. The lingering touches, the biting of the skin, and the short but powerful chaste kisses shared. It was all building up to make the act more enjoyable, adding more pleasure for the two.

Pleasure for both of them was pushed to the side though, as Chanyeol was instead focused on denying Lay the pleasure that he was so obviously yearning for. Perhaps it was sadistic for the wizard to at the prince's length, smirking as his face contorted in satisfaction, his breath hitching. Maybe Chanyeol was just a sadistic person when it came to teasing, but he certainly wasn't ashamed of it. Matter of fact, he relished in it. He loved the fact that the pure prince beneath him was about to allow a curse to leave his lips, thus tainting his mouth with the essence of a profanity. Though it would have been much better if the other would have fully cursed, if Chanyeol would have gotten to actually hear the word, only then would he have been just a bit satisfied. But he settled with the thought that Lay had thought it nonetheless.

Just watching the prince's body move about the bed, unconsciously giving Chanyeol a flawless view of the male's body, the pale skin complete with hickeys and bites, like paint on a pure white canvas; it would be an overstatement for the wizard to say that he was content with the number of marks, as he wasn't, there was so much more skin left untouched, unmarked, that he absolutely had to leave a mark over every inch of the prince's body. If there was one thing that distinguished Chanyeol's debtees from others, it would be the marks that adorned their bodies, as he simply loved to leave his mark so that everyone knew he had been there and claimed them for the night. The prince wouldn't be an exception, if anything Chanyeol's need to leave bites and hickeys only increased, because hell, it was a prince after all, all of society would be looking upon him and would probably be appalled to see his body too, adorned with such impure marks.

Only raising his eyebrows in interest as Lay questioned him as his hand had been pulled away from his length, Chanyeol resisted the urge to laugh a bit. Though it was amusing, to think that the prince was actually frustrated with the fact that Chanyeol had pulled his hand away. Considering the fact that not even five minutes ago, Lay had given a weak 'stop' one would think that he would be relieved with the fact that the wizard's hand was no longer on , and yet now, he was asking 'why'. It made Chanyeol's ego increase because man, he truly was talented in the department, so much so that he already had Lay just about wrapped around his finger, and he knew it wouldn't be long until those kiss-swollen lips were out pleas for him to keep on.

Even though Chanyeol was amused and satisfied with the questioning, he wasn't quite ready to put his hand on the other's length just yet. His gaze dropped from Lay's face to , inwardly chuckling as he realized that it was already hard and just about leaking precum by now. Slowly, his emerald eyes raised back to the other. So, he had been , despite the fact that he had obviously been trying to hold onto his pride in this situation. All of what Chanyeol did turned the other on, and that had increased his confidence a lot, though the wizard probably didn't need his confidence to be boosted any more. Even though Lay was probably ashamed, Chanyeol had never felt more impressed with himself, hell, he thought that he deserved a pat on the back.

[p1]

It didn’t last long though as Chanyeol retracted his hand quickly, leaving Lay frustrated again, but this time with a different cause. “W-Why…?” A single word peeked through his lips quietly. The question would have been a little longer if the brown-haired mailed wouldn’t have refrained himself from uttering anymore words. His eyes were now open, but he avoided Chanyeol’s gaze to his best. That man was mischievous as hell. The prince felt terribly bad for allowing him to make him have that kind of vulnerability and shame. [p2 end]

Lay regretted his body’s actions as soon as he did them, but that didn’t mean he would be able to stop himself from reacting to the other’s touches no matter how much he struggled, because now lust was beginning to flow through his veins. He couldn’t help it, anyone in that situation would have behaved the same. That kind of thoughts crossed his mind, as well as the idea that he was only paying for the wizard’s services and that he didn’t have a choice. The prince was trying to make himself be more at peace with what was going on. He was sure that he would still feel awkward and ashamed when he would step out of Chanyeol’s house, but it was worth trying. It was useless to be worried and proud at this time, and anyway, he felt those feelings were being wiped away by others. It annoyed him though that his body was reacting like that as he had no control over it. It seemed it was now in Chanyeol’s control. No, it didn’t seem like that, it was like that. The prince wondered if it was because Chanyeol was such a skilled and experienced wizard or it would have happened no matter who it was doing those things to him. He hoped it was the first though. Maybe he was silly to think that, but if he was right, how he wished, he hoped he wouldn’t have to go through those frustrating feelings again, or maybe only if it were someone he loved. In that case, it would be a completely different story.

When Lay felt Chanyeol’s tongue trail along his jaw line, he was sure of the fact that his actions would leave behind visible marks on his skin, which would be impossible to hide without looking weird. It was warm enough for him to look suspicious if he were to wear a scarf that covered half his face and say he was feeling cold. Maybe he should just ask Chanyeol to make another spell on him in order to hide them. But how would that even work when he was the one who left them behind on Lay’s body in the first place? Moreover, he would have to pay one more price, and two were already enough, seeing what the first one was about. He didn’t know what the second one would be, but he was sure he would have had enough after he paid it as well.

When Chanyeol pulled back, the prince looked at him, his chocolate eyes hooded. Only the look on his expression made him shiver again. Then he felt the wizard’s hand ing his pants skillfully before taking them off of him, leaving him in his underwear. Another series of pleasured sounds left him mouth at the feeling of Chanyeol’s hand touching him again, this time through the thinner material, as he was now able to feel the sensation better. Time seemed to pass so slowly now. Chanyeol wasn’t satisfied with just obtaining the blood he needed for his spell it seemed, he was playing with the prince, enjoying himself. Lay had a feeling that the other male was usually like this, but it was more fun for him since he was a . Teasing him would probably be even more enjoyable. Maybe if the prince had had a little more experience he wouldn’t have felt so weak in front of him. But Chanyeol was mischievous nonetheless, and perhaps it wouldn’t make much of a difference. He certainly knew how to obtain what he wanted. The rumors said so, and Lay just confirmed it for himself when he saw how his ‘business’ worked.

Lay gulped when he felt the tugs on his underwear and he watched the other as he took them off as well, leaving him completely exposed to Chanyeol’s sight. His eyes then slid up to Chanyeol’s emerald eyes meekly, nervously. He hated the fact that the wizard would see through him right then because he wasn’t good at hiding his emotions. Him sitting back and taking in the view made him even more uneasy. He now didn’t have any part of his body hidden from Chanyeol’s sight, which made him feel more vulnerable than ever that day. He was barely breathing as the wizard’s eyes scanned his body, stopping at his length which made him gulp again. He stopped breathing, in anticipation, when he saw him moving again before his hand reached , giving it a squeeze. Lay’s breath then became hitched again as he whimpered under his touch. “…” his lips formed the letters of the word, but no sound left his mouth, or at least none he cold hear because he was too immersed in what was going on at the moment. He wasn’t one to usually swear, but he had lost control over his language as well besides his body. He shut his eyes, his hands now gripping the linens once again, having left the man’s body, his head falling back on the mattress, his neck extended, giving Chanyeol a perfect view over his skin, which was ornate with his marks. If Lay had been conscious of that, he wouldn’t have given him the occasion to be proud of his ‘work’ painted over his own body. He really didn’t want to know how his face looked like at the moment, flushed, sweaty and contorted in different feelings, a large part of them consisting in pleasure. [p1]

Actions speak louder than words. That had been something Chanyeol always believed in, matter of fact, it was something he was taught. Someone could say one thing, but through their body would the truth show. Of course, when his parents told him this, they probably hadn't been expecting for Chanyeol to use this in such situations. As Lay's body was obviously craving for more, his hips lifting up and rubbing up against the wizard's large palm, defying the words that just barely left the male's lips. Had Lay's face not been so red, and his eyes starting to cloud with the need for more, Chanyeol would have immediately pulled back. No means no. But hell, he had been alive for a long time, and he could easily tell whenever someone said no and meant it, from when someone said no and only meant the exact opposite. Lay was the latter. It was obvious he wanted more, even if the little pride left in him was being defiant. It was shown through all of his actions, including the way he extended his neck, only giving Chanyeol more to work with. The prince was wanting this just as much, if not more than the wizard. And Chanyeol planned on delivering to the best of his ability, he knew Lay would leave his home in regret, but satisfied nonetheless.

Trailing his warm, moist muscle just barely across the male's jawline, Chanyeol made sure to adorn the prince's jawline with his marks. If the hickeys on his neck wouldn't be obvious enough, the ones across his jaw surely would be enough. As Lay got a grip on his shoulders, the wizard pulled back a bit, giving a wicked smile. This was like bliss to him. He brought his hands down, his dexterous fingers quickly undoing the prince's bottoms and pulling them off. Without a second thought, he tossed the garment off the bed. Smirking, Chanyeol placed his palm over the male's now thinly clothed member and began to teasingly palm it once more. He wasn't planning on being the one to pursue after the other throughout this escapade. No, Chanyeol wanted to get Lay so high in pleasure that he ended up begging the wizard for more. Even though he was the one who had - more or less - forced Lay into this act, it wasn't enough for them to just have and get it over with as he knew the prince was hoping for. That would be too easy, and Chanyeol's payments were never that easy. He wanted this to forever leave a mark in Lay's mind, so every time he got aroused he would think of the wizard. Hell, every time he even thought of the wizard, Chanyeol wanted him to be . He wanted for Lay to crave him. Because he knew more than anything else, that would be the one thing to bother the royal male the most.

With a glint of mischief in his eyes, the male's hand began to tug at the thin fabric that was just barely covering the other's member. After a few tugs, he pulled it off, balling up the fabric and tossing it to the side. Sitting back a bit, Chanyeol took the moment to take it all in, every single part of Lay. His green eyes slowly made their way from Lay's eyes all the way down, to his chest, and torso, finally stopping at his length. Leaning forward once more, Chanyeol's long fingers wrapped Lay's length and he gave it a small squeeze before stroking at it slowly only once or twice, before quickly and teasingly retracting his hand.

Jutting his teeth into his lip harder, Lay wanted to not let other words escape his mouth. He was at least going not to say anything that could satisfy the other more since he realized that being completely silent wasn’t an option judging by the sounds he had been making. But again, a few minutes ago, he was convinced he would be quiet and suppress any sound, and here he was now, under Chanyeol as the man was playing with him and with his pride. Who would have thought that his first time with be with some man he had barely get to know? Lay hadn’t really thought about the moment he would lose his ity before, even though he had lived for more than a hundred years, maybe only a few times, but he had shrugged the thought off quickly. Because he had better things to do, or because he felt too shy to think about it, or maybe because he thought it would just come naturally someday when he would find someone he loved. The reason was unclear to him too, perhaps it was all of them, but he couldn’t ponder about it at this moment, not when the wizard above him was biting on his nub.

The prince didn’t really know what he was feeling. Judging by the fact that he was not opposing Chanyeol one bit, it seemed he was not really that innocent as he thought he was. He attempted not to focus his concentration so much on the male’s actions over his body, but that was a delusional and impossible task, wasn’t it? The prince’s frame shivered when he felt a hand on his crotch, a string of sounds that Lay had never heard himself make before leaving his mouth continuously when Chanyeol began stroking him through the fabric of his pants. His hips lifted slightly off the bed, leaning in the wizard’s touch, his body hungry for more. “S-Sto-“ the little pride left in him spoke, contradicting his actions, but not for much, since it was interrupted by a another series of mewls. His face was now as red as a strawberry and he was breathing hard and irregularly. The prince craned his neck, exposing it together with his jaw line more to the other man. He didn’t intend to make it easier for Chanyeol, but his body was moving on its own at this point. Not being content with holding onto the bed sheets anymore, his hands fumbled up to Chanyeol’s shoulders, taking a grip on them instead.

@Prince Lay Another spot found. At this point, Chanyeol wasn't sure if Lay was just sensitive all over, or if he was getting lucky by finding the spots that really made the male moan. Either way, he kept up the action, finding the male's breathless moans too much of a turn on to let end so soon. He was sure by now that Lay was at least a bit by him, and it wouldn't be long before the other was completely immersed into the actions between them, and the thought excited Chanyeol. He wanted to see the prince go from shy and hesitant, to a mess. He wanted for Lay to beg for more, to throw all of his pride out the window and only let the wizard's name leave his lips as his back arched. Chanyeol wanted to teach the prince about true pleasure, so that he wouldn't find anyone who could satisfy him as much as the wizard. There wasn't a single doubt in Chanyeol's mind that he would make all of these things happen, because once he put his mind to something, he would make it happen no matter what.

Eyebrow raising in slight surprise and pure amusement as Lay let a curse slip out, Chanyeol bit down on the male's stiff nub a bit more, rolling it between his teeth. Oh, words couldn't explain how much he loved seeing the other in such a vulnerable position, he was a bit of a sadist when it came to things like this. Mouth leaving the prince's nub, he moved to on a small patch of skin just in the center of Lay's chest, his hand sliding down. Resting on the other's crotch, Chanyeol nibbled on the patch of skin, his large hand palming at his clothed member. He pulled his mouth from the skin, leaning up and instead pressing his lips against the other's sharp jawline, placing soon beginning to attack the area with nips and .

One his shirt was tossed aside leaving him exposed to the other’s eyes, he tried not to think about how Chanyeol was most probably looking at him now and he didn’t want to imagine what thoughts were crossing the wizard’s mind, but even if he tried, maybe he wasn’t even able to imagine them, or so he feared. The fact that he was now partly didn’t ease his nervousness. He lifted his eyes again, seeing Chanyeol eyeing his chest, the simple look sending a shiver down his spine.

His breath was just beginning to regain its usual pace when he felt himself being lifted in Chanyeol’s arms and he let out a small yelp of surprise. He hooked his arms lightly around the other male’s neck just to be sure he wouldn’t fall even though the wizard wasn’t likely to put him down before reaching his destination. He watched as he was being carried to the man’s room, eyes anywhere but at Chanyeol, his attention focused on the door when it moved by its own. His focus on the other’s powers faded once the door was shut behind them. He let go of the wizard’s neck when he was placed down on the mattress, feeling suddenly more vulnerable than before as he saw Chanyeol climb on top of him. The light touch of his lips on his skins sent small thrills throughout Lay’s body, and when he bit his collar bone, his fingers gripped the sheets in anticipation. A soft gasp escaped his lips when the man pinched one of his nubs, his mouth coming in contact with the other one, making the prince writhe slightly under him. His breath hitched and he moaned at the same time, his grip on the linens tightening a bit. He was still struggling to ease down his moans, even though he thought he should give it up already because it was useless anyway. “Damn…” the word passed by his lips in an airy whisper before he bit his lip for the umpteenth time that day.

Meeting eyes with the other, Chanyeol had to hold himself back from winking. Though it was highly tempting considering how shy the prince seemed to be in this situation. But deciding to spare Lay the embarrassment, Chanyeol lifted his shirt all the way off, and tossed the fabric to the other side of the room, not necessarily caring where it landed at this point. His gaze shifted from Lay's eyes, to his kiss swollen lip, all the way down to his pale, lightly toned chest that was just calling for Chanyeol to mark it. The white skin was in desperate need on some verified hues of blue and purple to decorate it. After all, no one enjoyed a blank canvas? They always preferred seeing the masterpiece after, when the canvas had been marked with beautiful colors, all standing out against the white texture. Chanyeol was interested in seeing how the deep hues of blue and purple would looks against Lay's radiant skin.

Scooping the male up into his arms bridal style, Chanyeol stood up with ease, not all too surprised with how light the prince was. The wizard carried him to his room, using his power to open the door and close it behind them, slightly thankful at the moment that he was blessed with such a power. Laying the male down on the mattress just in the middle of the room, Chanyeol climbed over him, beginning to face quick pecks down Lay's body until he came to his collar bone. Biting down on it just a bit, Chanyeol smirked against his skin before lowering himself even more to one of the prince's nub, attaching his mouth to it, while his fingers pinched the other one.

Panting through his slightly parted lips, wet and red because of the kiss, Lay opened his eyes looking at Chanyeol when he pulled back. He tried to avoid his eyes though, maybe because he was scared of his gaze telling him what the wizard wanted him to do next or because he was embarrassed, or both. He asked himself where his pride as a member of the royal family was before remembering that he left such thing behind the moment he placed foot on this man’s property some time ago. He heard the other male breathe as hard as him, and that made him feel a little better, but the feeling faded away soon as he realized that he was actually by the wizard. The prince could feel his cheeks heat up a little more as he bit his lower lip, which was already abused by so much biting that day.

He didn’t know of he should take his hands off the other at that moment, but the next second, when Chanyeol told him to lift his arms, he did so without a word, at least now knowing what to do. He lifted his gaze a little to meet the other’s before lowering his eyes slightly again when Chanyeol began to pull up his shirt, revealing the prince’s pale skin. He waited patiently for the other to pull the fabric completely off him. He most likely wouldn’t have to wait very much for it to happen anyway.