Childish “I was here first, he belongs to me” vs. controlling “I have the power to take it, so it’s mine” possessiveness. YJH who is more than happy to be desired, devoured, by them both.

who can fuck YJH better until the priest is an overstimulated, unconscious wreck between them.

Insert funny “stop fucking my Father” joke that felt a lot funnier before I wrote it out.

while has to sit there and watch.

“You can join in you know, you’re so small I’m sure he can find room for you.” “Shut up.” But he does give in eventually, and YJH worships OD so sweetly, finding his own release in the way his god uses him to chase his own pleasure. The two make it a competition of

gilded cage where nothing can hurt him.

Honestly I have no idea where this is supposed to go, the original idea was just a drabble with funky demon taxidermist Dokja luring bird nerd YJH into his basement where he keeps a pair of angel wings and then keeping him there because his way of coping with loss is locking his pretty birdie in a

“Kim Dokja, thank you for showing me happiness. Let’s meet again in our next existence.”

trophies of the fallen. The little dove wished to return home one last time, to the arms of his beloved, and in escaping his bindings tore one of his wings. YJH carefully wraps KDJ’s fingers around a blessed knife before embracing him, remaining wing stretched out in a clear request.

on the floor. His halo confiscated and injuries inflicted as punishment for consorting too closely with a human. Angels return to stardust when they lose their divinity entirely (severing instead of binding like YJH did on his own), while the wings and haloes themselves remained as reminders or

love, to own. But KDJ is nothing if not a considerate (and self-deprecating) pet owner, and so he allows his little dove to fly free and choose to return to his hands.

And he always does, until one day YJH appears on his doorstep soaked in blood, one wing missing and the other carelessly dragging

that the tall broody man is just really into BDSM) but KDJ can and oh if it doesn’t make him feel some way every time YJH appears trussed up on his doorstep. Sometimes he thinks of caging his dove in his arms and holding him close until those beautiful wings break, grounded forever and only KDJ’s to

I have too many and not enough thoughts for this AU to add but for now it’s just changeling twins KDJ and OD fucking YJH together, because why not.

and a matched pair at that. One, draped over a broad shoulder, whispering the court’s secrets directly into the king’s ear with a complacent smirk. The other at his feet, head pillowed in his lap with an empty, hungry stare.