[42]
Peter waved as he dropped the two people off at the new safe house.
“I’ll, um. I mean, I’ll be going now!”
He glanced around nervously before picking up Hogan and hurrying away.
Chris brought the medical box from the corner of the room. He could have carried it with telekinesis, but he was too unsettled to find his composure, so he moved physically instead. He noticed the box’s corner was dented.
Yuri appeared, already changed into a gown. His blood-stained work clothes could be seen thrown on the floor. Despite his injured ankle from the tracking chip, he moved as naturally as ever. In the back alleys, one couldn’t afford to show weakness. But to Chris’s eyes, Yuri’s steps seemed slightly slower than usual. His insides churned again.
“How did you end up getting a tracking chip implanted?” Yuri shouldn’t have had to endure such a thing.
“Perhaps a minor groundwork for smooth cooperation?” A smile spread across his purple eyes, as if finding it interesting. Did Abigail know the consequences of what she said? An Esper known as a nightmare even in the Winter Continent now harbored resentment.
“They said the ankle would be good since there was already a scar there to hide the chip location.”
The lid of the box shattered in Chris’s hands.
“Ah.”
While the man before him groaned in pain, Yuri calmly checked the contents of the first aid kit.
“Fortunately, there’s suture thread in the box. Please take care of it.”
He extended his ankle toward the kneeling man before him.
Chris mechanically unwrapped the handkerchief and sprayed disinfectant. After applying medicine and threading the needle, Chris checked Yuri’s ankle again and squeezed his eyes shut. His body trembled at the thought of having to suture the wound himself. Even the most exceptional Esper was helpless when faced with their Guide’s injury.
Chris steadied himself. ‘Yuri needs rest.’ No matter how painful, he needed to finish quickly. His hands stopped shaking.
Chris sutured the wound. Despite his nervousness, his skill was quite proficient. After finishing, Chris slowly organized the tools. He saw Yuri checking his ankle. It seemed satisfactory as there were no comments.
Chris was about to return the first aid kit to its original place when he impulsively spoke.
“Why… did you have me do this?”
It was already painful enough watching Yuri disable the chip himself. But to think that he would be the one to bring a needle to Yuri’s flesh. He would have preferred to find a doctor.
“Did you not want to do it?” Yuri asked, as if already knowing the answer.
Chris slowly nodded.
“Good,” Yuri said matter-of-factly. “You won’t forget it then.”
He extended his hand to Chris. As Chris awkwardly took hold of it, Yuri made him touch the old scar.
“This is the mark of your failure to protect me.”
“…”
Chris pressed his lips together. Regret from the past flared up like flames.
“But this,” Yuri pointed to the wound right next to it.
“This is the mark of you healing me.”
With his head slightly tilted and chin resting on his hand, he asked, “Don’t you like it?”
Curiosity lingered in the gaze directed at him.
He didn’t know. He had no idea where such a thought had come from.
Chris bent down and pressed his lips against Yuri’s. Though he felt he shouldn’t, he simply couldn’t contain this desperate impulse. The anguish that had been filling him transformed into a scalding heat.
Despite the fierce kiss that nearly tore his lips, Yuri didn’t push Chris away. Instead, Chris felt Yuri’s fingers threading through his hair.
“Haah…” A long breath escaped between Chris’s lips.
He tried to read something in those purple eyes looking back at him, but he couldn’t understand anything. The Yuri he knew was a harsh master.
He had no intention of resenting him for it now. There weren’t many options for handling an unleashed beast.
Because of this, Chris felt like he was losing his mind seeing Yuri behave so loosely.
What he felt in such moments wasn’t joy or pleasure.
“I. You.”
Between broken gasps, slimy desire flowed. His thoughts became muddled and disconnected.
Chris took a deep breath and slowly moved back. At that moment, Yuri’s fingers caught on Chris’s shirt buttons. Like a leash being pulled, Chris’s body was drawn to him without resistance.
Lips, drier and rougher than usual from days of hardship, devoured Chris’s lips. Slightly biting and licking his lower lip, the tongue that parted its way inside was surprisingly supple and soft.
As weight was applied, Yuri fell back without resistance. Supporting his back and carefully laying him down, Chris was once again consumed by his master’s kiss.
Panting breaths mingled with heat.
Slowly parting his lips, Yuri whispered, “Don’t you need guiding?”
Purple eyes looking up from below. And the corners of his mouth, barely lifted.
His chest was visible through the disheveled gown.
This was clearly seduction.
“…That.”
He should say it’s fine. As if sensing this, Yuri gently applied pressure to his hand. Feeling his neck being slightly pulled, Chris lowered his eyes.
“You followed orders well, so you should be rewarded.”
Chris was afraid to meet Yuri’s eyes. He feared his own face would look too happy reflected in them.
“But your injury. Aren’t you hurt?”
To Chris’s roundabout attempt at persuasion, Yuri scoffed. Using that as an excuse was pathetic.
“Get on top.”
Chris opened his mouth with an “Ah.”
Yuri pushed up his chin with his index finger, addressing his dumbfounded expression.
“I don’t have to teach you how to move your hips, do I?” Yuri whispered in a languid tone.
Chris gulped. Yuri’s long, beautiful fingers tickled from his chin down to his Adam’s apple.
Plunk, plunk.
Chris hastily unbuttoned his shirt. Yuri, who had raised himself, quietly watched Chris undress.
His mouth went dry under that gaze. Before his lower abdomen was even exposed, the man slid his hand underneath and slowly massaged Chris’s lower abdomen.
Though it was just light contact, his heart raced wildly. While his senses heightened, wondering if the hand would move higher or lower, the tension transformed into an equal weight of anticipation.
“Chris.” A soft call.
“Your hands are idle.”
Unlike the blatant teasing, his voice was indifferent. As if struck by a whip, Chris finished removing his clothes.
Just as Peter had once admired, a physique that seemed crafted by the gods was revealed under the light.
Yuri’s gaze slowly moved from top to bottom. With just one glance, Chris felt his lower body becoming rigid.
“Shall I lick it?”
At Yuri’s suggestion, Chris swallowed dryly.
“I’ll take care of it myself.”
“I meant to wet your fingers.”
His heart sank at the questioning look, as if asking what he had been thinking.
“Then I’ll take that as permission.”
Pulling his hand, Yuri brought his lips to the tip of Chris’s fingernail. It seemed like a light kiss. But his mouth that soon swallowed the finger was hot.
There was something incredibly suggestive about Yuri’s face as he sucked on the finger with his eyes lowered. Chris tried desperately to calm his aroused body.
But it was futile.
As if aware of Chris’s efforts, Yuri’s tongue moved richly, drawing Chris’s finger deeper.
Something soft touched against his skin.
Chris stiffened, thinking it might be Yuri’s uvula. The purple eyes looking back at him seemed more moist than usual.
“Now… it’s okay…”
Mumbling, he carefully pulled out his finger. It seemed as if a transparent thread connected them. Surprisingly, Yuri released him willingly.
Spreading himself, Chris pushed his finger between his private parts. The somewhat stiff passage slowly swallowed his moistened finger.
Contrary to his impatience, his body wouldn’t follow his heart.
He looked at Yuri for help. But he saw Yuri’s purple eyes darkened, as if holding something back.
Chris’s chest heaved greatly.
Yuri’s hand gently wrapped around his rising waist.
“You need to relax,” Yuri’s voice whispered in his ear. Taking another deep breath, Chris extended the fingers opening his rear.
More relaxed than before, his body accepted three fingers without difficulty.
“Now, you can put it in.”
Having deliberately avoided his most sensitive spot, his erection had subsided somewhat from before.
Yuri smiled as if amused by his little trick.
“You should be the one to put it in.”
Didn’t you say you were concerned about me being injured?
At his whisper, Chris bit his lower lip.
Clearly, there should be no shame in obeying his master, but sometimes it was so difficult to suppress the embarrassment.
Chris’s gaze brushed past Yuri’s ankle. He resolutely positioned himself on the man’s thighs.
Yuri’s hands wrapped around his waist as he slowly laid back.
That fact was somehow comforting.
Clearly, his mind was broken. To think that he could only relax in the arms of the very person who could destroy him.
‘Yuri would mock me if he heard this.’
Chris lowered his eyes.
Through Yuri’s open gown, a formidable dick was visible.
Swallowing dryly again, Chris sat on the glans that was oozing pre-cum.
“Nngh…”
Whether because it had been a while or due to tension, the tightness was strong.
“Relax.”
Yuri paid no attention to the fingers digging into his shoulders. This kind of pain was rather enjoyable.
He pulled Chris’s waist down.
“Ah…!”
