#onjongtae

Jinki doesn't know how to feel about the fact that he's gotten used to walking around a devil's house. Lift his feet higher so he doesn't get tangled in the over-indulgent shag of the carpet, duck down low so his halo doesn't scorch marks into the hanging lamp of the hallway, angle himself just a little bit sideways to slip through the doorway so he doesn't clip his wings tucked in behind him. 

Little movements, little adjustments, natural to him now after almost a month of being stuck down here, wings on the mend, no one from upstairs come down to rescue him yet.

Though, maybe rescue isn't the right word.

Then again, hot on the trail of that thought running through his mind comes a hot rush of guilt, so maybe it is the right word. Of course he wants to be rescued. Of course he wants to go home.

He pads into the living room, rubbing his palms into his eyes, trying to press away his sleepiness. When he reaches the low wall that separates the living room from the kitchen, he puts his hands on it and blinks his eyes open, bringing the kitchen into focus.

 The kitchen, and also, Jonghyun. Jonghyun, shirtless as usual, back to the fridge, looking at him with those dark, dilated eyes. His brown hair is a tousled mess around his horns and his smirk is everything that was ever described to Jinki as sin in his classes. The skin around his scales on his jaw and shoulders is flushed; his chest rises and falls with his deep breaths. For a moment, Jinki wonders why Taemin isn't here, when the two of them are usually inseparable, and then Jonghyun bites his lip and scrunches his nose, his stomach clenching and twitching in staccato breaths, and Jinki realizes that Taemin is. 

Letting his eyes drift down, the top of Taemin's messy black hair is just visible behind the counter, facing Jonghyun, moving backward and forward in a lazy rhythm. One of Jonghyun’s hands is in his hair; the other is holding onto one of his horns, either pushing and pulling him forward and back or just following his movement. Soft, wet slurping noises, too quiet for Jinki to notice before but now feeling louder than anything he's ever heard before, stop abruptly and then turn into thick, audible swallows.

Jonghyun is still watching him. Nose still scrunched, eyes still dark and locked onto his, but now his mouth is open to suck in gasps through flushed, red lips. Jinki swallows himself, involuntarily, and Jonghyun's top lip curls, into something that's a half another smirk, half a baring of his fangs, all dangerous.

 Jinki picks his poison and looks back down. 

Just in time to catch eyes with Taemin, sitting up straight now, dragging his thumb up his chin to the corner of his lips until it's rimmed with white and then sucking on the pad of it with a mouth that's even more swollen and flushed than Jonghyun’s. 

"Sorry," he says in a rough voice. "We thought you'd be sleeping for a little while longer." 

Jinki considers him. His eyes drop to the halo around his neck, as dark navy blue as Jinki's is bright shining gold, as heavy as Jinki's is light. They drop lower to where the bones of Taemin's empty wings fold together and bulge underneath his loose white t-shirt. He believes Taemin; he just doesn't believe that the we in that sentence was mutual. 

Jonghyun tugs on Taemin's horn, pulling him up, to his feet. Taemin turns to face him with the biggest smile, kisses him with just the slightest touch of Jonghyun's fingers under his chin. And it's messy, of course it is, messy with tongue and teeth and spit, both of their hands grasping for each other, trying to pull each other close until there's no space between them for anything but the back and forth motion of their own breaths pushing against each other.

And then Jonghyun breaks it, kisses Taemin's cheek, his jawline, his ear, lifts up on his tiptoes to slide both of his arms over Taemin's shoulders and lean all of his weight against him. He does it slow, a creeping movement, and just as slowly, slides his eyes up Jinki's body until he gets to his face. Just like every time, Jinki feels like he's being searched, x-rayed, examined, and it makes shame burn in the back of his throat. He knows what Jonghyun is thinking about doing to him in that devil mind of his and it makes him feel filthy, tainted.

"So what do you want for breakfast, dazzler?" Jonghyun asks him.