#silk-wolves

His lips part at Giseok's words, that dark and commanding tone that always makes Yeonu's head go fuzzy. A soft, quiet whimper escapes him just as his eyes unfocus, vision blurring just slightly. There's a familiarly aching pit of want in his stomach despite himself.

He wants Giseok to touch him. He wants Giseok's hands on him, wants his mouth trailing hot over his skin, wants to cry on his cock, however Giseok deigns to give it to him. More than that, though, he wants to please Giseok. NEEDS him to take his pleasure from Yeonu's body, to tell him how good he feels, to call Yeonu his favourite and tell him how useful he is. How good he is --- good at sucking Giseok off, good at looking pretty while he does it, good at taking his cock and making him cum. Giseok's favourite little toy.

❝ Yes, sir. ❞

Yeonu feels floaty when he blinks up at his mate, just a few moments after the words leave Giseok's pretty, soft lips. His head is a haze of need and want, pliant as he leans forward and tilts his head to offer the slant of his throat. Giseok's mate mark stretches and pulls uncomfortably at the motion. It aches, always too hot, skin red and sore to the touch as dark, discoloured veins spiderweb out from the rough indents of teeth torn into his flesh.

❝ Shut up. ❞ The dismissal is grumbled out with an eyeroll and a twist of their head, but there's no hiding the way Yeonu's cheeks pinken at the compliment.

But then, of course; it's Minje. So after a moment he reaches out to lace their fingers together, sight unseen with his head still turned away. Cheeks burning.

Yeonu shivers and his breath jumps at the feather-light touches brushing over the ugly, unwanted mark that still festers across the dip in his left ribs. It's the worst of the lot by far --- the most recent one, but also the one he bore the longest. Years compared to the paltry hours of the half a dozen bites scattered along his hips and thighs.

The skin Minje's fingers touch is raised and inflamed, an angry red more akin to a fresh puncture than a mark that technically turned scar half a decade ago. It's only really started to properly scar over in the past few months, though the ugly look of infection has yet to fade. The skin is still hot to the touch, and it makes his whole side ache on bad days.

There's a slighter scar that sits just below it; a delicate white line drawn from one end of the bite to the other, only visible as it stands in stark contrast to the discoloured skin. Yeonu remembers the burn of the knife that time he'd tried, in a fit of sobbing desperation, to cut the imprint of Giseok's teeth off his body.

❝ I don't know how much longer it's going to last, ❞ he says finally, quiet and delicate. Scared to say the wrong thing, that Minje will suddenly turn his eyes on him with disgust and pull his hands away like he's only just now discovered that Yeonu is dirty. ❝ Years, probably. The... other ones are mostly scarred over. ❞

The others are still hidden under his pants, a closely-guarded secret he's kept from the whole pack since he joined. He's told Minje a lot, but the trauma of that night has still gone untold. A part of him worries, even after everything, that telling the whole of it will be the straw that finally breaks this good thing he has (Yeonu isn't allowed to keep the good things).