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The ambush was a hazy nightmare.
It was absolute chaos and despite the kitsune clan's best efforts, their line of defence was broken and he was separated.
He recalls the cliffside and a split second of horror before plummeting. Miraculously, he was still alive, but in so much pain that he wondered how it was possible.
Then, there was a man. His voice was sickly sweet as he cooed. It was an awful contradiction to his scent of poisonous mushrooms left out in the sun to rot.
He remembers being in much less pain after that. So much less pain that he feels completely numb as he drifts in and out, unsure of what is the waking world and what is a restless dream.
He can't feel it, but he can hear the sounds of a rattling carriage.
He's not sure if it's been hours, days, or weeks when he wakes up a little more lucid.
He's slumped across a polished floor and the chill seeps bone-deep.
There were voices murmuring, but they're quieter now. He feels several pairs of eyes on him.
Oh god, where is this?
It seems like he's in some sort of a grand hall, but he's still so weak that he can't even begin to think about how he'll get out of this situation. There's no strength in his muscles and with his shinsu depleted, he's utterly defenseless.
Footsteps approach. He hears the click and echo of shoes- the type that western nobility wear. They're just footsteps, but they somehow sound like they belong to someone regal.
A hand brushes his shoulder and he doesn't even have the strength to flinch away. Though his animal instincts are terrified and he can't hold back from whining in a last ditch effort. It sounds pathetic to his own ears, like he's caught prey.
Then, blessed warmth spreads through his muscles. It’s just a caresses light as a butterfly kiss, but the piercing cold subsides. Whoever touched him must be very powerful.
There's a tut and the most majestic voice he ever heard. It's not particularly low-pitched, but it's rich and compelling. "What did you do to this poor creature?"
The man from before with the sickly sweet voice scrambles to explain himself, but Khun can't make out a single coherent sentence.
And yet, the man with the healing touch sounds clear as a mountain stream when he commands, "begone."
It's just one word, but it holds so much disdain that Khun’s glad that he's not on the receiving end. His animal instincts begin to calm, as if telling him that this man intends to protect him.
Hands lift him like he weighs nothing, cradling him against a lean chest and his cheek brushes against silk so fine that it feels like still water.
"You'll be okay now." The voice is softer than before, but there's still an undercurrent of absolution. Like whatever it says must be true.
Through his bleary eyes, he sees red.
Everything about the mysterious savior is red.
Not a venomous red like the colour of painted lips that spew treachery. Not an insidious red like blood splashed across tatami matts. Not even burning red like fire, because burning doesn't even begin to describe the intensity of it.
Until now, he thought blue suns burn hotter because that's science, isn't it? But the red man is something that transcends logic and fact.
He is pure divinity.
Long fingers gently stroke Khun's sensitive fox ears. It elicits soft purrs as his eyes flutter shut. Despite his curiosity of who his savior is, he can't find the will to open them again.
He must be dreaming.
The sun is spun gold and the sky's the truest shade of blue he has ever seen. He’s looking out at a sliding screen door that leads into a courtyard. A cool breeze rustles in and there’s a gentle clicking of wooden chimes.
When his dreaming mind conjures the details of the courtyard, he nearly forgets to breathe. There’s a small pond surrounded by exotic flowers blooming in vibrant hues. Several white butterflies flutter around.
He wonders what sort of book he read to come up with such a vivid dream, but he has no clue.
With a start, he scrambles up in the very real bedding he was laying in and takes in the very real room. The walls are screen doors painted with stunning watercolor landscapes. His hands frantically shoot to his neck, feeling for a collar. To his relief, there is none. In recent years, it became a trend for kitsune to be acquired as...pets.
Thoughts aren’t coming to him as rapidly as usual, but he needs to assess the situation. There was an ambush, he fell down a cliff, somehow survived, was taken by shady merchants, and offered to the red man.
Then, he remembers his blatant weakness and how quick he was to trust the red man. "Damn it. Why did I let my guard down?" he mutters, feeling stupid for it now.
Light footsteps approach from down the hall. His ears perk. The sound seems off somehow, like they’re too intentional.
One of the screen doors slides open and none other than the man in question steps in. His face softens as he approaches like he’s comforting a wild animal.
Khun instinctively reaches for a concealed weapon but finds none. Just the dressing robe he was changed into and he's pretty sure he's looking at the culprit. He bares his fangs and snarls. “Who are you?”
The man's lips quirk in amusement, like he's completely certain that the cornered kitsune would not attack him. “You all but landed on my doorstep after those wrenched merchants caught you. I'm here to help.”
Khun glares suspiciously. He rakes his eyes up and down the man’s body. Contrasting to the traditional furniture, he wears a simple button up and trousers. Western fashion. His polished shoes are western as well. His scarlet hair is tousled, but looks like it was purposely styled that way. And his eyes. His eyes are such an intense shade of molten flame that Khun feels stripped bare. Usually, he’s a master of detecting lies, but he can’t read this man’s eyes. Even more concerningly, the very air around him is glowing.
It’s all familiar somehow. Khun wracks his lagging brain for the reason why and it finally clicks. “You’re a descendant of Enryu?”
The man looks surprised again for a moment and chuckles. It’s a velvety, seductive sound. “Not quite, sweetheart. I am Enryu.”
Khun springs to his feet, only to fall against a sturdy chest. As he suspected, Enryu was doing him a favour by making his footsteps obvious. Godly beings can move as quickly and silently as ghosts.
“You shouldn’t overdo it,” Enryu frowns. “I promise you’re safe here. The housekeepers are all trustworthy and hardly anybody visits my mountain.”
“Your mountain?”
He smiles again. “I retreated here after killing one of the old guardians. It’s a perilous journey with red thorny vines and death at every turn, but there’s a secret path. Looks like the information got out to those FUG scoundrels so I’ll have to change it again.”
“Oh.” There are a hundred other questions, but the only tangible thoughts going on through Khun’s mind are how insanely attractive Enryu is, but he’d rather fall off another cliff than embarrass himself further.
His host smiles and lowers him back down to the nest of bedding. “I won’t force you to stay, but you should until you get all your tails back. You’re probably also feeling the aftereffects of getting healed with my shinsu.”
Right, tails. He was lighter earlier because the weight of his usual nine is missing. They'll grow back as he recovers more of his own shinsu.
“You have one tail right now. All things considered, you're quite lucky,” Enryu muses. “Anyone short of nine tails would not have survived that fall.”
A hand brushes against Khun’s tail and a tremor runs all the way up his back. A spike of need pierces through him. Caught off guard, he keens and slaps a hand over his mouth. Goddammit! Why now?!
Strangely, Enryu doesn’t stop running his hand through the silky fur of Khun’s lone tail. “Don’t be embarrassed. You kitsunes have the ability to feed off sexual energy. I’d be happy to help you regain your strength.”
Oh god, as if the situation couldn't get any more mortifying. Most people would probably jump at the chance to sleep with Enryu, but not Khun. His animal brain preens at the attention. Nobody ever stroked his tails like this before. He never let anybody get this close. But now, he could only moan softly into the pillow. It feels so good already and it's only getting better, but that’s not actually his sane mind talking. “W-wait.”
The hand stops and his animalistic side whines at the loss.
“I can’t."
Kitsunes feed off sexual energy. It’s an advantage that Eduan exploits to the fullest. The whole family did it and other yokai are more than happy to fulfill their needs. Khun, on the other hand, vowed to never do it. His unwillingness branded him as an outlier, but no matter how much his family taunted him, he stubbornly rebelled. He earned his nine tails on his own.
“That’s alright. You’re probably overwhelmed. You don’t have to decide anything right this instant, but the offer stands.” Enryu doesn’t sound unhappy or even confused why a kitsune would turn down sex. He just accepts it without question.
A hand delicately brushes Khun’s cheek. Enryu’s fingers are smooth as marble, and yet, there’s a promise of boundless power in that touch alone. Being in the presence of a guardian is overwhelming in itself.
There’s a rustle of fabric as Enryu stands. “You should sleep more.”
Khun burrows further into the plush bedding. His mind doesn’t even have the energy to start overthinking a million worst case scenarios.
Turns out, it's going to take much longer to regain his power than he thought. He must have really overdid it during the ambush. Not that he remembers.
Over the next few days, he wanders around the expansive mountain villa. There are numerous courtyards with wildflowers that he never thought he’d lay his eyes on. Hallways are lined with intricate paintings that must have been collected over millenniums. The artistic movements seamlessly follow each other in a river of time. He's not surprised to discover a massive library with so many books that it looks like it holds all the knowledge in the world.
Most notably, there's one room in the center of the villa that's always locked behind iron doors. Being an inquisitive fox, the forbidden nature of the room makes him endlessly curious, but this is the one time in his life when he needs to be a gracious guest.
Most people would shrug their shoulders if they were asked ‘what do you think the legendary Enryu is up to these days?’
That answer is partially correct since it doesn't seem like Enryu has much interest in the world outside his mountain. Or maybe his unimaginable power is the reason he retreated in first place.
Nobody makes it up the mountain save for artisans who offer their work. A handful of other people live here as well, all of whom were rescued one way or another and seem ordinary enough.
It seems like Enryu made this place not just to be a sanctuary for himself, but as a home to his guests as well.
“This whole mountain is blessed,” one of the others explained. “He controls creation and death at his will.”
‘And yet, he lives in recluse,’ Khun thought to himself.
He tries to help out around the place to not feel like a freeloader while he waits for his tails to return. He tidies up after himself and tries helping in the kitchen. When he inevitably gets banned from the kitchen after nearly burning it down while boiling water, he tries to keep an eye out for intruders along the brambled outskirts of the property.
Much to his chagrin, he still feels useless and his tails still don't return.
Although this is Enryu's home, his presence is scarce. He usually shuts himself in his study or the mysterious central room. The few times Khun runs into him in the library, they make pleasant conversation. Enryu doesn't push the issue of "helping" and Khun doesn't bring it up.
At this point, he knows he's being foolishly stubborn. There's no way he can leave with only one tail and he doesn't want to be stuck here for the foreseeable future either.
"What am I going to do," he mumbles to himself as he paces. It's another restless night.
That's when he hears it.
Music echoes down the corridor. It sounds like a harp, but unlike any he heard. The melody is haunting and lovely in equal measures. It's slow, yet intricate.
Like a lost voyager following a ray of light, he lets himself be drawn down the path to the center of the house. He can almost see the music take form. The notes are like shimmering butterflies beckoning him to a fantastical world.
The iron door to the mysterious room is ajar.
Keeping his footsteps light, because it feels like a crime to disturb this ethereal melody, he sneaks in...
The sight that awaits him is like nothing he had seen before. He wants to freeze this moment and remember it forever.
Inadvertently, he lets out a tiny gasp.
Enryu must be fully aware of his presence by now. In fact, leaving the door open could be interpreted as an invitation...right?
There must be spatial magic in use because the size of the room could almost be as big as the whole villa. The ceiling is high and painted to resemble a sky in the golden hour. The walls are covered in stone carvings and tendrils of vines with gemstone flowers. The entire floor is a pond. There's a stone boardwalk leading to a platform in the middle where Enryu sits as he plays a massive harp.
Rather than his usual western style clothing, Enryu wears long robes with flowing sleeves. The fabric is a rich shade of ruby, but it pales in comparison to his glowing hair. His hair is brighter than lava, brighter than starfire. The shinsu around him is a wildfire.
Against the red of his robes, his hair, and his shinsu, his skin looks fair as pearls. His angular chin, the planes of his chest flaunted by his low neckline, his wrists leading to hands that are sculpted from marble...
There's a soft laugh and Khun looks up to see a playful smile on Enryu's lips, though his eyes are still closed as he plays.
When did he get so close? Without registering it, he crossed the boardwalk and is now in front of Enryu and the harp.
The song melts to something lighter. There's still a note of melancholy, but it sounds peaceful. The painted sky on the ceiling shifts from golden hour to magenta dusk. Dark clouds diffuse the vibrant hues, but it doesn't feel ominous. Rather, it's a veil of serenity.
In the darkened lighting, Enryu's hair shines brighter and even the strings of the harp glow like liquid fire.
As the song draws to a close, Enryu opens his eyes, which are ablaze like two scorching suns. Khun loses his breath all over again.
"Do you believe in destiny?" The guardian's voice is even more entrancing than the songs he played.
Khun is caught off guard by the question, but he scrambles for something to say. "I do, but I think we still have some agency over how we'll be remembered."
"Poetic. I like that."
He stammers and feels his cheeks heat up. "I find that every cynic can benefit from a touch of idealism."
Enryu smiles and turns his gaze back to the strings of his harp. "Your original path was to die in that ambush against your family. Instead, you were brought to my doorstep. Destiny is being rewritten as we speak."
"W-what? You can see fate?"
"Not exactly." He frowns slightly, somehow still looking majestic. "I like to think of fate and destiny as two different things. Fate is rigid, but destiny is individual. It can be changed. This instrument lets me see all of life. I can see infinite paths interweaving."
"Then can you see my family?" Khun blurts. "My sisters, mother, and Maria- are they alright?"
The amused smile is back. "They are alive and well. You, however, got your wish granted. You never have to return."
He knew he'd be presumed dead. It's his greatest fantasy come true, but he's also cut adrift. "Then, what now?"
"It'd be no fun if I told you, would it?" Enryu teases.
"But how would I know if I'm doing it right?"
"You'll know. I will say that your path is a very special one."
Khun drops his gaze to the rippling water surrounding the platform. Seems like he got out of one predicament and into another. There really is no time to hesitate because of his pride. "I was thinking," he begins shyly. "I can't stay here forever and you just told me there's something I must be doing. I need my tails back...so...if you're still willing to..."
Long fingers tilt his chin up to meet Enryu's searching eyes. "Of course I'm willing, but you need to want it too."
Honestly, Khun was hopelessly needy from the start. This simple touch is already driving his kitsune instincts crazy. He purrs and nuzzles into Enryu's palm. "I do want it."
"You've never done it before, have you?"
For the first time in Khun's life, that statement is said without any scorn or judgement.
"No, never," he replies, sighing as his eyes flutter shut. "I didn't like the idea of it being transactional. And the more I saw people gossip...and the more my family pushed me to do it, the less I wanted to."
"Then what makes this different? You're impatient to leave and having sex with me is the quickest way out."
"It just is different..."
"That's not a real answer, sweetheart." Enryu doesn't pull his hand away, but his tone is serious.
Khun opens his eyes and the sight of this ethereally powerful and gorgeous man will be forever burned into his memory. "I never met anyone I wanted to do it with, but I want to do it with you. At first, I thought it was because of my kitsune urges. Then, I saw how kind you are to the other people living here, all the books in your library, the art you collect, and also hearing your music just now...I feel like I know you already even though you never talk about yourself. You're the most special person I've ever met and I'd want to do it with you even if I wasn't a kitsune and you weren't a guardian."
The seconds tick by in anticipation. Enryu's expression is contemplative.
"Is that okay?" Khun asks, feeling self-conscious. He never asked for anything in his life. Not from visiting yokai who try to make him an unwilling friend and definitely not from his family.
"Alright. This is okay," Enryu answers with a tight smile.
"What's wrong?" He can't believe he's seeing one of the most powerful beings in the world look uncertain.
"After hearing you say all that, it's clear that I'm a lot more casual about sex than you are. Though it's been a while for me." Enryu chuckles a touch awkwardly. "Your first time should be romantic."
"It is!" Khun refutes, breaking the serene atmosphere. His voice echoes through the chamber. "You saved me. That's romantic, isn't it?"
The room spins as he's swept up into the most divine arms. Enryu holds him as the painting of the sky overhead darkens to a dreamy violet and crimson flower petals flutter in the air. His breath catches when he sees just how close their faces are.
Enryu's smooth, perfect lips are getting closer...closer...
Their kiss is gentle. It's befitting of their fairytale setting.
"I'll spoil you with every bit of romance that you deserve," Enryu vows softly as he carries Khun away.
Feeling his heart about to burst, buries his face in the crook of Enryu's neck. Even the way he smells is perfect- rose petals and clear mountain rain with a hint of musk.
Khun was never carried before, not like this, but he feels like he's floating. He opens his eyes to see bright red shinsu wings at Enryu's back as the two of them fly down the hallway. He grins at the theatrics.
"We're here, sweetheart. This is our room for the night," Enryu whispers and sets him down in front of an open door.
He can't believe his eyes. The entire scene looks straight out of a whimsical painting. The walls are covered in ornate carvings. The only piece of furniture in the room is a massive bad fit for royalty. There's even a canopy above it. What catches his eyes the most is the window that spans across an entire wall. It overlooks the mountains below and the night sky full of shimmering stars. The sky is swirling with countless shades of sapphire and ultramarine.
He always appreciated the night sky, but he never knew it could be this mesmerizing. It makes him feel limitless, like anything is possible.
The room illuminates with the glow of candles. Hundreds of amber candles appear across the floor. There are flower petals everywhere too. The carvings along the walls transform into blossoming rosebuds. The shinsu petals flutter in the air, as if there's a breeze keeping them afloat. When he reaches out to touch one, dissolves against his skin. It doesn't feel particularly warm or cool, but the area it landed on illuminates for a second in Khun's pale turquoise shinsu.
"Does this ever get tiring?" he asks curiously. "I mean, the mountain and all the spells surrounding it."
"Not at all," Enryu muses. "I didn't start experimenting with spells like these because they're difficult. I just got sick of only using shinsu to fight and kill. Power itself is not inherently good or evil. It's what you choose to do with it that makes all the difference."
There is much speculation about the elusive guardian, but Khun never bothered wondering because he never could have imagined meeting Enryu. Now that he has, seeing the side of Enryu that dislikes conflict makes him all the more attractive.
He crosses the floor, careful not to knock over any of the candles. Along the way, more of the rose petals melt into his skin and he feels a tiny surge of energy with each one. If touching these miniscule traces of Enryu's power already feels like this, he can't imagine how sex will be.
The realization that he will indeed be doing it for the first time hits him like a tsunami. He thought about it for days already and he said he's okay with it earlier in the music room, but now, it's all too real.
Nervous is an understatement. He's also giddy beyond measure and knowing his luck, he'll make a total fool of himself.
"It's alright if you changed your mind," Enryu assures. He walks up behind Khun and strokes his hair, mindful not to touch his sensitive fox ears.
Blushing anxiously, Khun turns around. The scenic lighting does wonders for the angles of the guardian's face. "I'm just a little scared. I don't know what I'm doing and you're this all-powerful being and-"
Enryu smiles knowingly and he shuts Khun up with a kiss. It's less chaste than their first one. This one is passionate and a touch hungry.
"I don't want to let you down," Khun murmurs when they pull away.
"You could never." Enryu leans in again and as they kiss, he guides them to the bed.
Khun lands with a gasp against the silky sheets. Usually, his tails -or one singular tail in this case- would be uncomfortably squished if he lies on his back, but the mattress feels like a cloud. Looking closer, he realizes that it's actually made of shinsu petals. Quite literally a bed of roses.
"Really?" he teases with a quirked brow.
"I had to put a nice setting together while we were on the way," Enryu quips back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did you think I keep sex suites at the ready? I don't exactly get a lot of visitors here."
"Then all the more reason to be prepared."
They burst into soft laughter, tension from earlier dispelled.
"We'll go slow," Enryu says gently once they get a hold of themselves. "Tell me if anything hurts or feels bad, okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm going to take off our clothes, okay?"
Khun's cheeks heat up. "Okay."
Deft hands begin to undress him slowly, like he's a delicate gift being unwrapped. Long fingers brush against him, leaving electrifying currents wherever they touch. Sparks fizzle beneath his skin and sure enough, there are trails of red shinsu.
Enryu takes his time revealing Khun's skin inch by inch. His hands caress Khun's collarbones, down his chest, his toned stomach, and stop at his hip bones. "You are so gorgeous," he whispers.
"T-thank you? And you too..." That's it. Even if he dies of his own embarrassment tonight, he can die knowing the most beautiful man alive thinks he's attractive too.
He's jarred out of the internal screeching when his legs get nudged apart and Enryu settles between them.
'Oh god, this is happening,' Khun's internal voice shrieks.
'Finally! This is happening after you deprived me for so long!' his kitsune side rejoices.
And then all thoughts vaporize as Enryu shrugs off his layered robes in one elegant movement.
Though Enryu isn't built bulkily like some guardians, his muscles are wickedly defined. His skin is smoother and more unblemished than any fine china. If perfection has an image, this would be it. Even the poems about Enryu's divine beauty don't do him justice.
Khun is once again pulled out of his reverie when he feels an electrifying touch and something enters him. He's hit with a lightning strike, except instead of pain, it's ripples of raw pleasure. He cries out and his back arches off the bed.
Slowly, the sensation fades and he can breathe again. That's just one finger, delicately easing in and out. He's hot all over.
"Was that good?" Enryu asks with a grin.
"I've never felt anything like it," Khun says, voice coming out unsteady.
"They say sex with guardians is on another level. You'll see why."
The finger continues to prepare him. It's slick with something- probably some sort of lube that Enryu put on while Khun was preoccupied.
When the one finger is able to slip in and out easily enough, Enryu lines up a second finger with implication in his eyes.
Khun nods and even though he anticipates it this time, the wave of ecstasy is no less overwhelming. It slams into him like a tidal wave and leaves him stunned.
It takes him a moment to get used to the feeling. Maybe it's because he never had anything in him before, but it feels so full already. Enryu gently coaxes him to stay loosened.
"So far so good?" Enryu asks. His pupils are blown wide, like black volcanic jewels in pools of lava. His rippling muscles are tantalizing in the candlelight and Khun wants to run his hands along every bit. He wants to feel the flex as the guardian takes him apart.
He's sure his own pupils are blown too with only a sliver of his cobalt irises showing. He nods desperately.
A devilish smirk curls across Enryu's lips and his fingers reach just so...
Before Khun could begin to wonder why, a high pitched keen is ripped out of him. He's on fire, being burned alive by raw sensation.
He could count on one hand the number of times he pleasured himself throughout his life. He only did it if he genuinely needed a boost from sexual energy. Every time, he felt a little dirty afterwards.
But this...he feels like he's being burned clean by Enryu's shinsu. All he sees is red. He's being devoured inside a red star.
When he blinks back into focus, he's mortified to see that his climax made a mess all over himself. Unable to hold Enryu's amused gaze, he buries his face in the mattress of roses and covers himself with his hands. It doesn't do much good, but it's all he can manage.
"Hey," Enryu says soothingly. "Don't be embarrassed. This is normal for a repressed kitsune."
"It's humiliating," Khun grumbles, though his voice comes out sounding more like a whine.
Strong fingers guide his chin to look up at Enryu. The intense, pleasurable burning sensation is back and he moans just from this touch alone. Oh god, the yearning ignites again. He didn't even know this was possible!
"You didn't think we were done, did you?" Enryu teases. "My fox is hungry and I intend to feed him well."
Khun tries to stammer out a response, but the fingers that never left from the space they carved out inside him are very distracting. He gathers himself enough to wrap his arms around Enryu's shoulders and pull him down for a kiss. He traces his hands along Enryu's chest and down his abs, determined to commit every perfect ridge to memory.
"Don't think. Just let go," Enryu whispers low into Khun's sensitive ear before nipping it.
The words are spoken like a magic spell, casting a dreamy haze over everything.
All of Khun's embarrassment, his inexperience, his frantic need to impress this legendary guardian, his self-loathing lately from ending up in such a sorry state...it all dissipates like morning fog.
Through his half-lidded vision, everything is incandescent. Only the blazing ruby of Enryu's hair and eyes glow like a beacon.
Khun's jaw is slack and he's letting out breathy moans as he's spread open. His muscles loosen and he parts his legs more, inviting the waves of pleasure to crash over him. He's lost in a sea of shinsu and the most all-consuming sensations he ever felt. There's a hand stroking back his matted bangs and he's being kissed again.
This much skin contact is mind-shattering. The flares of the red sun mend him only to break him again into even smaller pieces. It gets better and better as he's being opened wider.
"-ready?"
"Huh?" For once in his life, Khun doesn't panic that his thoughts are slow.
"Do you think you're ready?" Enryu asks again. The implication is clear.
If it's this good already, how will it feel when they get to the main part?
"Y-yea," he chokes out.
Enryu smiles and his skin, beginning to get sweaty as well, glistens like diamond dust. "I'll go slow."
The moment something begins to press into Khun, he's plunged into an ocean of flame. The sensuality drowns him. It floods his very pores and steals every breath. His hearing is fuzzy, but he must be making some sort of sounds. He tries to keep his eyes open and focus on the red of Enryu's hair like before, but what was once his beacon becomes an anchor dragging him further into the endless depths. The pleasure is scorching hot, like he's inside the core of a sun.
When he regains some semblance of awareness, his back is arched up high. Enryu's hands are around his waist, keeping him in place. A quick glance down reveals that Enryu isn't even all the way in yet. Khun takes a few deep breaths and makes what he hopes is an affirmative sound.
This time, he tries to keep his mind present.
One hand tightens on his waist and one hand trails up his chest as Enryu pushes the rest of the way in. Khun focuses on a lone droplet of sweat that rolls from Enryu's collarbones to his muscular chest and down his abs.
"I still can't believe we're doing this," he can't help but blurt. "That someone like you is-"
"Don't sell yourself short," Enryu interrupts. "Anyone would be lucky to have you."
Somehow, the inflection of the word 'anyone' seems like it refers to whatever prophecy Enryu saw for Khun. Who is this person he's destined to be with? How will they meet? Or have their paths crossed already and they just didn't know it?
His thoughts are derailed when a gentle, yet purposeful, thrust sends him screaming. He loses all semblance of himself and when he comes back down from the high, he realizes that he just climaxed again.
Groaning, he covers his face with both forearms.
Melodic laughter cuts through his internal screeching of embarrassment. "Don't think while you're with me tonight."
Enryu, a mysterious warrior who straight up annihilated one of the old guardians, is an utter tease. Well, maybe two should play at that game.
Khun rolls his hips, dragging a long moan out of himself and a surprised gasp from the aforementioned tease. "What are you going to do about it?"
Enryu smirks again in that mischievously seductive way. Pinning Khun into place with his smouldering gaze, he leans in close, like they're going to kiss again.
He stops when their lips are one hairline away...
And then he pulls back and kisses Khun's jaw instead.
Before Khun can whine indignantly, Enryu's lips slowly travel lower, lower, right down to Khun's neck and sucks hard.
It stings a little at first, but it’s not painful. Soon enough, Khun's extending his neck to give Enryu more space to claim. Wavy red hair brushes against his cheek. It's deceptively soft considering how it's styled so tousled.
"Here, hold onto me," Enryu says and pulls their bodies taunt against each other and guides Khun's legs to wrap tight around his hips.
This angle reaches even further than before and Khun's mouth gapes open, soundless. Or maybe he is whining desperately, but he can't tell. All he knows is that Enryu's chest is pressed up against his, pushing him into the mattress, and he's caged within arms so godly that any weapon would be lucky to be wielded by them.
Realistically, Khun knows Enryu must be handling him with the utmost care, but each thrust steals his breath away. The pace is sweet and romantic, something befitting of a first time. In contrast, the depth and intensity of the pleasure feels like it's being ripped out of the darkest recesses of his soul. Perhaps being a kitsune makes sex inherently more enjoyable, but it can't possibly be this overwhelming all the time, right? Every single one of his nerves is being scorched and electrified at the same time.
"Is it always like this?" he asks breathlessly, unable to hold back curiosity, even now.
"Must be the transfer of shinsu," Enryu explains without faltering his movements. "Your tails are growing back." He reaches down to stroke them.
Pleasure erupts like an overloaded livewire along Khun's spine. This is a thousand times more intense than when Enryu stroked his tail the first morning. He never even knew that someone else touching his tails could be this good.
And then, Enryu thrusts a little harder at an angle that's ever so slightly different and oh god-
Khun knows he must be wailing but can't bring himself to care because Enryu keeps hitting that spot.
Maybe later, he'll be embarrassed that he was so loose, so unabashedly vocal and borderline hysterical, but not right now.
Right now, he tightens his legs around Enryu's hips, desperately chasing the way every atom of his being is ablaze. He could melt into pure shinsu- pure sensation in its rawest form. He could melt everything he thought he knew about himself and let Enryu reshape him into something entirely new.
Unlike the previous times when it hit him with no warning, he feels the buildup. It's like a solar storm that was on the horizon for decades, and now, a thousand meteors are about to strike and burn the world to ashes.
With a few more well-timed thrusts, Khun shatters apart completely.
He loses all sense of time and space. He's smaller than atoms, maybe smaller than shinsu particles if they could be measured.
In this nebulous space, he's everything and nothing all at once.
In this moment, he can feel all the ecstasy...
All the pleasure, joy, devotion
All the pain, agony, heartbreak
All the turmoil, rage, regret
And finally, a wave of serenity...
It's in his bloodstream, in the marrow of his bones...
Slowly, he's pulled out of the strange headspace and registers that he does indeed have a physical form...
...and everything feels really, really good from the silky coolness of the rose petals and how Enryu's hands are caressing his cheeks. Considering that the rest of Enryu's skin is smooth, his palms are surprisingly rough. It's attractive though. The thick skin and never fading callouses are proof that the guardian's status is well earned.
Everything is a blur of red and eventually, Khun's eyes refocus to see that they're cocooned within the rose petals, like they're in their own piece of heaven. Or perhaps hell would be more accurate. But if fighting a lifelong battle while experiencing everything he could possibly dream of will lead to damnation, he doesn't quite mind.
"Well?" Enryu asks suggestively.
"I think I felt the very universe for a moment there," Khun laughs incredulously.
"My shinsu is said to have that effect."
Remembering the main reason they're doing this in first place, he tries moving his tails to count how many there are. Eight. And remnants of hot desire still coil in his gut despite the mind blowing release just now. "I can't believe this," he grumbles. "Saw the damn universe and my tails still aren't all back yet."
"We'll have to correct that," Enryu teases. "Believe it or not, it can get even better."
"Really?"
With that, Khun is gently flipped onto his stomach and his hips are pulled up a bit. He whines, feeling embarrassed with this position. All eight of his tails squirm in the space between them.
"You'll see," Enryu assures and begins to push in again. And oh.
Now he knows.
This angle feels even deeper than before. He's utterly impaled by a spear of molten sun. When Enryu starts moving, delicately at first before quickly picking up the pace, Khun buries his face in the mattress. Under any other circumstances, he'd be humiliated being taken like this, but everything is too good to care for his diminishing chastity.
Shinsu crackles beneath his skin, and now that he's not too overloaded by new sensations to pay attention to it, he can feel it coalescing around his tailbone before his ninth and final tail sprouts. When the air hits the soft fur of the newly grown tail, he moans at how complete, how right everything is.
"I won't be able to hold back much longer," Enryu says with his voice lower and huskier than it was all night. "You have no idea how much you make me want to lose control."
The rhythm picks up again, harder now too. Khun's mouth hangs open as he keens. He really is being 'breeded like a bitch' as some kitsune would so vulgarly put it.
"By gods...the way you look, the way you sound," Enryu continues, "you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
"I'm not. I'm really not," he manages to gasp.
"I'll show you. This is what I see when I look at you."
The hand that's not keeping Khun's hips raised trails up his body, tenderly caressing his skin along the way, to reach for his hand. Khun watches their fingers interlock and there's a glow of brilliant ruby shinsu.
He closes his eyes against the blinding light and when he opens them again, he sees himself.
Only he's not looking at himself through a mirror or any kind of reflective surface. This is him through the eyes of somebody else.
He's wearing one of the robes he was given when he first arrived here. He's moving gracefully, his expression is politely leveled, and he's...breathtakingly beautiful.
His skin is flawless and radiant as new snow. His eyes are gemstones with a kaleidoscope of facets. Cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, moon quartz, tanzanlite...until now, he only ever described his eyes as blue. And the rest of his features...each curve and edge is perfect, like a master artisan meticulously crafted him.
The vision changes, and he's looking at himself stubbornly trying to manifest his ice shinsu. He's still made of gemstones and fresh snow, but there's a pale fire in him. It's in the way he holds himself steady on fatigued muscles and haphazardly wipes the sweat from his brow before trying the spell again. He remembers that day, but he had no idea Enryu was watching.
The scene changes again, and Khun sees himself in the dreamlike lighting of the music room. His features are contoured in the fiery sky. The way the shades of topaz and violet reflect in his eyes make them look like galaxies.
And then, he sees himself undressed and sprawled against rose petals. Candlelight against his snowy skin makes him look like he's melting. His expression is humiliatingly wanton, but so unguarded that there's beauty in the way he unravels.
"This is how I see you." Enryu's voice sounds like an echo coming from everywhere. "This is how you look to me, a guardian who sees all the beauty and ugliness in the world. Just imagine how you look in a layman's eyes."
The images fogs over as it blends back with reality. For a split second, Khun catches a flash of something gold. Perhaps that was one of the candles? But the shade of gold is too rich, too faceted, to be made of wax.
"You are beautiful, Aguero."
The whisper guides him back to reality and returning is like diving straight into the core of the sun. Pleasure assaults him like a rainstorm of Enryu's red spears.
Within seconds, he reaches his climax again. All his senses go dull and the only thing he can see is a mirage of shifting reds. He feels something spill in him. It's scorching hot like lava. It burns even more pleasure into him, searing him to the bones. He moans weakly.
He's not just tired, he's completely done. Though his kitsune side is very much sated for the first time ever.
When the fuzziness clears and Khun once again returns from an out of body experience, he finds himself lying against Enryu's chest. His hands are settled against those divine muscles and there are fingers combing through his hair, gently undoing the tangles.
The display of candles is gone now and replaced with different magical decor. Instead of a standard ceiling, there are rafters. Ribbons of chiffon and strings of flowers drape across them. Instead of flame tones, they're pastel in shades of baby blue and seafoam green. Khun recognizes the flowers as lavender. They even have the same soothing scent.
Outside, the sky begins to lighten. Dawn will eventually break. A new day will begin, but for now, they can stay in their little paradise.
Enryu abides by nobody's schedule but his own and Khun's worn out instincts urge him to sleep for now.
"As far as first times go, I dare say that wasn't bad at all," Enryu murmurs playfully.
"I think you've ruined me from sex with anyone else," he quips back with a yawn. His eyelids are getting heavy. "How will anyone else measure up?"
There's an amused, secretive laugh. The fingers running through Khun's hair lull him further into dreamland and sounds of the breeze outside seem like they're coming from further and further away.
"Sleep now." He hears the fond whisper as he drifts off. "You have a long path ahead."