Sensual Gratification (1)

The stinging pain circling to his body awakened him. As soon as he opened his eyes, Sungho roused from lying down and sat on his bed. His thoughts remained running inside his head, disorganized, and uncontrolled by the strange dream he woke up into.

While he brought his hand on his throat, Sungho instantly felt the burning sensation of its dryness. His mouth was dry as a desert, and his lips were chapped and cracked, pleading for something to drink to hydrate and moisturize his mouth.

In addition to these, he also seemed dizzy and lightheaded as if he was about to faint.

'Water...'

Just when he was thinking to ask for his court lady, Sungho heard continuous thrums and a thump that rang inside his chambers before it temporarily went quiet. Some low, muffled sounds of footsteps broke the stillness of the room, which were seemingly whispering as it tiptoed.

"Chun?" Sungho managed to call with the scratchiness in his throat, unable to speak well from its soreness.

He tried to squint his eyes, striving to identify the figure from the dimness of his chambers, which Sungho then found out it was currently standing near the opened window, suspended from its tracks as it appeared to be leaving.

"Who are... you?" was his cries that were followed with a gush coming out of his mouth.

He weakly laid his hand to the fluid he spat outflowing from his lips and brought it near his sight, only to witness he was spewing blood.

"Ah..." Sungho sensed his hand quivering and his body trembling. Quickly, it seemed like someone showered him with a bucket full of ice, causing him to feel a sharp sting from the intense coldness.

"Your Highness!" the intruder hollered, dashing towards Sungho who struggled to balance himself and tumbled on his bed.

It occurred to him that he started breathing rather hard and fast. Sungho grappled to have a grasp on air when he attempted to state the person's name who barged in his chambers; his cold body gradually began burning at an abnormal speed.

And after the loud call filled the room, it followed a boom rolling from the stomped door where a towered and strong silhouette hurriedly revealed himself in the entrance.

"Seok, hurry! Call for someone or summon the physician!"

Sungho sensed the ground from his bed shaking upon the heavy stamps from someone running, hastily pacing through the hallway.

"Your Highness, I will carry out the first aid to remove the poison inside you. Forgive me for what I'm going to do," Daewon declared, not waiting for Sungho to give his response.

Daewon hurriedly commenced on lifting the sleeve of his clothing enough to expose Sungho's wrist. A thin whistle followed his movements when Daewon drew a dagger from his waist, pointing it before the skin, slitting a small line without wavering from his actions.

Sungho produced a faint hiss before he found himself being lifted by the strong arm wrapped from his back to his side. Soon, his head was resting on the firm shoulder and his face went near the person who was treating primary aid on him.

He witnessed how Daewon elevated his wrist, placed it next to his lips, and drew his mouth to perform the suction. Daewon began sipping his blood before spitting it on the wooden floor and repeated the order from the removal of poison.

As Sungho parted his jaw and breathed from his mouth, it caused the breeze from the breath he inhaled to make his throat even drier.

"Ha..." When he proceeded to blow the air out, it caused him to produce a weak, soft wail behind Daewon's ears, which Sungho caught showing a touch of red hiding through his straight black hair.

Just in, a click from the tongue was caught by his hearings when Daewon lowered his wrist.

"It's not enough." His free hand went and loosened the tie of his clothing, slipped on parting the garment to see his shoulder, which revealed the flawless curve of his neck and his nape.

Pale and pinkish skin that gave off the alluring aroma of rose oil, Daewon brought his dagger to trail a gash on his neck. From the induced flushing pain, Sungho quenched, nipped back a cry in agony that caused him to hold on Daewon's upper arm.

Sungho instantly felt his blood rushing from his neck then flooding to his ears as Daewon placed his face near, resting his hand below his ears, and bringing his lips on his neck before proceeding to sip his blood on the wound.

"Ah!" His mouth popped and a shallow breath escaped when Daewon pressed his tongue, contracting his lips and drawing his neck skin in his mouth, which resulted in Sungho tightening his grasp on his upper arm. The burning heat in his body climbed onto his neck, seemingly lessened with every draining that Daewon made.

"Ngh..." As he sensed the embracing stinging warmth ending, Sungho remembered digging his fingers on Daewon's arm when he made his last drink with his eyelids threatening to shut.