Chapter 89
“Yesterday, what we didn’t do, you mean…?”
It felt like a day longer than the ten years he had waited for Gabi. So much had happened that Eun-hwi, unable to grasp the meaning, asked back with a blank face, and Yeo Moon-beom replied curtly.
“I’m talking about mating.”
“Ah…”
A memory he had completely forgotten resurfaced. The unusually large and bright full moon and the gentle fluttering of fireflies. The cool summer breeze that brushed his cheeks and the sensation of hot skin digging between his thighs.
Memories of a blissful moment when he desperately wished time would stop.
“I want to. I want to do it.”
Long fingers, nails digging in, grasped a handful of hair that had fallen down.
His head was lifted against his will by the force applied. But the look in his eyes was endlessly gentle. The half-dokkaebi met his gaze head-on, his eyes struggling to suppress his agitated emotions, and opened his lips.
“I want to have sex with you, Mister.”
The cityscape spread out beyond the large glass window and the unfamiliar interior decorations were nowhere in his sight. Only the sight of him wanting him filled his vision.
It was a situation where every minute and second was precious because it was the Seoul trip he had so desperately longed for. No matter how diligently he wandered around every nook and cranny, a week would certainly not be enough.
But at this moment, he wanted to jump into the bedding filled with the scent of freshly laundered sheets with him.
There was no game that could monopolize him as completely as a sex game.
“You’re dropping honorifics again.”
“…Ah.”
Realizing his mistake, Eun-hwi widened his eyes and swallowed hard.
“Then… we can’t have sex…?”
“You want to suck my dick that badly?”
“Yes, I want to suck Mister’s dick.”
He took the other hand that was holding the back of the chair and licked the back of his hand, where blue veins were bulging. Moist and sticky, just like when he sucked his dick.
The bright pink flesh slowly slid over the rough skin with small scars here and there.
“…Ha. Fuck.”
This time, the honorifics were accurate, and he answered him in perfect formal language.
Wondering what he had done wrong again, Eun-hwi tilted his head slightly and looked up at Yeo Moon-beom. He scanned the half-dokkaebi’s face with eyes that seemed to hold a fire about to explode, and spat out as if talking to himself.
“Such a perverted little thing. In broad daylight.”
He quickly withdrew both hands, grabbed Eun-hwi’s torso, and lifted him up.
His body, suddenly floating in the air, swayed, unable to maintain its balance. As Eun-hwi struggled, not knowing what to do, he slung him over his shoulder to prevent him from falling and strode into the room with the bedding. Then, he threw Eun-hwi down onto the bed with legs.
“…Huh?”
Contrary to his expectation that the impact would be on his back, the soft blanket wrapped around his entire body. He opened his eyes, which he had unknowingly squeezed shut, and made a bewildered expression, and Yeo Moon-beom let out a weak laugh.
“You were rushing at me like a rabbit in heat. And now you’re scared.”
Because he liked him. Because he knew how much the heat that bloomed wherever his touch reached made him burn. He was overwhelmed by sexual urges like an animal in heat.
But he was just beginning to learn about the human world, so he couldn’t stop the fear that washed over him because he didn’t know anything, but just as he was about to protest,
“…Heut.”
His lips, which had collided urgently, blocked Eun-hwi’s lips.
He couldn’t come to his senses from the movement of the tongue that recklessly dug in and stirred so strongly that he was out of breath. His desire, which poured in torrents, was so thick and poisonous that it felt like his tongue would burn.
“Eung… Heut.”
Rather than the gentle and soft kisses he had given him so many times, it was a persistent and tenacious caress before sex. The heat of the flesh that rummaged through every corner of his mouth heated his body.
Tuk. Tuduk, tuk.
The buttons neatly attached to the light pink shirt scattered haphazardly in all directions. Startled by the sound of the clothes being forcibly torn, Eun-hwi widened his eyes, which had been closed.
“It’s in the way.”
As if the shirt, soaked with the humidity of the sea, was bothering him, Yeo Moon-beom carelessly threw the tattered clothes on the floor.
It was the second favorite outfit, even though it was a little dirty. When Eun-hwi couldn’t hide his disappointed expression, he said nonchalantly.
“I can just buy you another one.”
“Still…”
“I’ll buy you the same one.”
“…”
“With other colors too. Is that okay?”
He had thought it would be nice to have clothes that were bright yellow like newly bloomed forsythia. Because Yeo Moon-beom would be able to recognize him at a glance even from afar.
Eun-hwi, who was quickly in a good mood, grinned and smiled brightly. Yeo Moon-beom, who was watching the corners of his lips while fiddling with his soft earlobe with his thumb and forefinger, lowered his head and sucked on the sensitively aroused skin, chup.
“Focus.”
“Yes, okay.”
The soft tongue wandered back and forth over the smooth, white skin. Every time he set his teeth and left a mark, and chewed on his nipples so that they made a sucking sound, he felt like he was being eaten by him.
Today, he was particularly unable to control his strength and poured out his caresses, causing the half-dokkaebi to writhe and groan.
“Euh, heu, aheung…”
“Baby. Do you like it here?”
“Yes… There, hot!”
He suddenly sharpened the tip of his tongue, which had been wandering around his ribs, and dug into his navel. A tingling pleasure that pulled at his lower abdomen spread out, and at the same time, his upper body jumped up.
“If you say it like that, I don’t know if it’s here or there. You have to say it clearly.”
“There, heu, my navel, haeu, I like it, Mister.”
He never knew that his navel, which was like a small spring, would be such a sensitive spot. The stimulation that felt every single strand of the downy hair standing on end due to tension struck him one after another. The tips of his feet, trapped in socks he hadn’t taken off, curled up on their own.
“Haeut…”
After leaving behind moist moisture, the tongue, which had escaped from the hole the size of a fingernail, rose again and bit into the protruding nipple.
It wasn’t like he was being chased by someone, but for some reason, he was impatient. Eun-hwi, who had raised his hips tightly, pressed down on his bulging crotch and rubbed it up and down. The dick, crushed inside the thin cloth, swelled heavily inside as if they would burst.
“You want to eat my dick?”
“Yes, okay.”
“Which hole do you want to eat it with?”
The blue-tinged eyes hid between the mischievously curving eyes. Yeo Moon-beom, who was smiling as if he was very amused, touched his lips, navel, and buttocks in turn and asked again.
“Tell me. Here, here? Or here?”
“Below, heu… Below, ho, le, yo…”
“This is a problem. You like to suck dick with your backdoor this much.”
Yeo Moon-beom quickly unbuttoned his pants, which were tightly wrapped around his legs, and took them off in one go. The band-aid attached to the inside of his thigh caught Eun-hwi’s eye.
He was distracted by the thought that it would have been better if it was an Ok-tokki band-aid, and in that moment, he put his hand inside his knees and lifted his buttocks up. His neck bent sharply forward, and his chest was lifted up as well.
“…Euat?”
It was a position that wasn’t in the picture in the guidebook that Hong Bak-sa had given him. The very embarrassed half-dokkaebi called him, forgetting that he was playing a role-playing game.
“Yeo, Yeo Moon-beom-ah. This is, weird.”
“Tsk. You have to say Mister.”
Yeo Moon-beom playfully, but with a smack, patted his buttocks. The surprisingly soft texture of his skin stuck to his palm.
“Why are a man’s buttocks so fair and soft?”
Yeo Moon-beom licked his lips, which were glistening with saliva, and then spat out the rest of his words.
“I want to eat them up.”
It was a butt that aroused his sadism enough to want to leave red handprints all over it. But what made him even hornier was the sexy hole in front of him…
Yeo Moon-beom, sticking out his tongue, buried his head in the open buttocks. With a calm face that showed no hesitation.
“Hiyak!”
A sound that was unclear in form, whether it was a moan or a scream, spilled out helplessly from his parted lips. The hole, which had been tightly closed due to tension, tightened around the tongue that was digging in softly.
“I never thought I’d live to suck a dokkaebi’s backdoor.”
The shape of the hole, which was gaping like a goldfish, was so cute that his lips naturally went to it. Sweet breaths lingered over the moist wrinkles.
“Euh, ah. Mister, heut. Mister…”
Yeo Moon-beom tilted his head back and stared at the half-dokkaebi, who was gasping for breath, with narrowly opened eyes.
It was just an intentional act to obtain the dokkaebi’s depleted power. An act to put a meticulously prepared plan into action soon.
But when he faced this incredibly beautiful body, his mental resolve crumbled in an instant. Yeo Moon-beom traced the wrinkles that were twitching from the stimulation several times, then sharpened his tongue and pushed it deep into the black hole.
“No, I don’t like it, heut. Mister. Wait, that, heut, I don’t like it!”
Eun-hwi, who was tearful with shame, struggled to pull his head away, but it was no use. The half-dokkaebi was helplessly flustered by the tongue that dug in persistently as he resisted.
“Ah, heu, eung, ah, ah…”
Unable to bear it any longer, the small hands that gripped the sheets were filled with strength. The hole, which contained the hot tongue, trembled as it tightened as if the two were sticking together. White liquid was scattered over his chest, which was covered in red marks.
“I thought you were only good at sucking dick with your backdoor…”
He’s good at sucking tongue too.
Just as Yeo Moon-beom was about to continue his words after finally taking his lips away,
Weeing—
The phone, which had slipped out of his pants pocket and was rolling around on the bed, vibrated.
“Fuck. Who is it?”
Weeeing—
As the vibration continued without stopping, Yeo Moon-beom twisted his head to check the screen.
Jang Gi-tae
His face hardened mercilessly at the three letters of the name, which were more intense than any other name in the world.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
