A throbbing, burning cock pressed up against him from behind.
The firm tip slid insistently, grazing between his buttocks. As something both soft and unyielding rubbed against his perineum, Cha Eui-sung’s eyes flew open in surprise. But the sensation was familiar. He inhaled deeply and leaned back, welcoming it.
A needy, breathless moan slipped from his lips before he could stop it.
Squelch. Moon Tae-young gripped his fully erect shaft and rolled his hips forward. His lower half, rigid enough to feel like a weapon, pushed firmly against Cha Eui-sung’s backside, the tip sliding along his skin with precision. A numbing heat bloomed. Flesh slick with sweat and bodily fluids moved against him, searing hot, overwhelmingly raw and stimulating.
“Huuu…”
A heated breath hissed through his clenched teeth. The image of himself tangled up with Moon Tae-young made his head spin.
But stopping wasn’t an option. Opportunities like this couldn’t be wasted.
And the god of opportunity, as experience had taught him, was balding—both front and back.
“Haa, ha… Tae-young.”
At the breathy sound of his name, the veins on Moon Tae-young’s forehead bulged. His grip on Cha Eui-sung’s pale buttocks tightened, nearly bruising.
Cha Eui-sung knew that saying his name like that drove him wild. After teasing him for so long, Moon Tae-young must be at his limit.
Sure enough, Moon Tae-young began lifting his hips with more force. Cha Eui-sung shivered and clung to him, eager and breathless.
“Ugh, haa, haa!”
His front rubbed against fabric while his back was scorched by the heat grinding against him. With every blink, the heat intensified. The prolonged foreplay left his breathing ragged and endless.
Still, the thirst only deepened. Instinct took over. Cha Eui-sung moved his hips in sync with Moon Tae-young’s, lifting his lower body in response.
Every rough drag of that thick cock felt like a descent into bottomless desire.
Or maybe he was just broken. This wasn’t the kind of person he used to be.
“More… just a little more…”
“More?”
“More.”
As Cha Eui-sung murmured with a furrowed brow, Moon Tae-young’s lips curled faintly. Despite the smile, his pupils were blown wide.
A shiver ran up Cha Eui-sung’s back, heightening his sensitivity. Each thrust, each grind, drew out louder, wetter sounds from below.
His movements—fearless even before the Demon King—were obscenely lewd. Whether or not his black eyes rolled back, all Cha Eui-sung could do was groan and writhe.
Then, when he pressed his legs together, the hardened shaft dragged up against his firm abdomen, spreading heat that made his nerves spark.
“Kuh…”
Moon Tae-young’s breathing turned rough as he wrapped his arms around Cha Eui-sung’s flushed body. One hand slid away to lift the hem of his clothes, which were damp and clinging to his belly.
“Ah…”
When the cock, which had only rubbed against cloth until now, finally met bare skin, the sensation struck different—sharper, deeper. Cha Eui-sung’s already hypersensitive body teetered on the edge.
No matter how many times they did this, the heat never dulled. Without the slightest intention of holding back, he threw his head back and trembled.
His mouth fell open, a deep, guttural moan erupting from his throat. With a convulsive swallow, the pent-up lust spilled across his twitching abdomen.
“Huk…”
Damn… it feels too good. Feeling the hot fluid dribble down, Cha Eui-sung trembled again.
As his body jerked with lingering tremors, Moon Tae-young continued to move his hips in steady strokes, feeling every quiver through their joined skin.
The swollen head of his cock, nearly bursting, nudged insistently from below. It wasn’t long before the tip found that spot that had just gone soft.
Flushed with renewed heat, Cha Eui-sung burned again. The craving was impossible to hold back.
“Haa, haa…”
He looked up at Moon Tae-young’s face—his teasing smile now gone, replaced by a furrowed brow betraying his own overwhelming need.
That change, the flustered look in his eyes, pleased Cha Eui-sung for some reason.
A soft, searing emotion swelled inside him, slowly melting his thoughts into a haze.
Maybe this was why he kept ending up like this. Because this usually reserved man looked at him with eyes that burned with desire.
Cha Eui-sung rubbed his cheek against Moon Tae-young’s ear, soaking in his body heat. It struck him how rare it was to be held so effortlessly by someone with that kind of size and strength.
“Damn… I like it.”
He couldn’t quite put a finger on what exactly he liked—it was everything. The warmth spreading over his skin, the scent rising between them, the tingling thrill that made his whole body light up.
Every time he caught a glimpse of Moon Tae-young’s face, his heart pounded. It was a shame he couldn’t see that face all the time.
Before he awakened, that face must’ve been his biggest asset. How many people must have fallen for it?
Even the memories from the Faded Photograph Fragment had all been love stories—with other people.
But this time, I’m the one leaving the mark.
Until this mission ended, Cha Eui-sung had no intention of letting go. He’d cling to Moon Tae-young without end, devour every change as the gauge filled up.
So, seeing it through tonight sounded like a good idea.
“Hng!”
Of course, the pleasure was enough to make his body melt—but this vague, teasing friction couldn’t go on forever.
Leaning into Moon Tae-young’s chest, Cha Eui-sung bit down hard on his earlobe.
As he exhaled, hoo, Moon Tae-young shuddered slightly. The rigid cock grinding against him slipped out of position.
“Haa, Eui-sung…”
How could a voice soaked in desire sound so good? When he looked up, Moon Tae-young’s gaze had turned downright dangerous.
His lust-filled eyes swept over Cha Eui-sung’s face, then paused, hesitating.
But when Cha Eui-sung clamped his legs together, he saw Moon Tae-young’s eyes roll back. The older man stopped his hip movement, raising one hand slowly.
He traced the semen smeared on Cha Eui-sung’s abdomen with a thick fingertip. It glistened faintly under the low light.
“I didn’t plan to do this here, haa…”
Despite the words, his expression didn’t match.
“Hng, are you going to just think about it forever?”
At the jab, Moon Tae-young visibly flinched. The tension between them spiked. Cha Eui-sung swallowed hard.
Thump, thump. Moon Tae-young crossed the small room, Cha Eui-sung clinging to him. Then, with a tilt of his body, soft bedding met Cha Eui-sung’s back.
It dawned on him—this was the first time he’d been in the same bed with Moon Tae-young. Even if he was lying on top of him rather than beside him.
“If it hurts, tell me.”
His voice, low and restrained, scraped against Cha Eui-sung’s chest. Silently, he nodded—and slick fingers slid down below.
Fingertips brushed past his perineum, then drifted lower. Compared to the heat radiating off their bodies, the fingers felt almost cool as they pressed against the entrance.
The sensation was subtle, faintly ticklish—and embarrassingly intimate. Cha Eui-sung felt his face flush.
Ugh. As Moon Tae-young pressed in with his middle finger, a strange feeling surged up—one Cha Eui-sung had never experienced before. His eyes widened slightly at the foreign intrusion slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
Did it hurt? There was definite tightness, a pinch of pain.
But as Moon Tae-young’s lips pressed to his neck and face, kissing him between slick sounds, Cha Eui-sung melted—overwhelmed before he had a chance to even process the unfamiliarity.
I was supposed to do it…
His pride screamed inside him, too late. How many times had he tangled with Moon Tae-young, looking up tips alone, preparing himself?
And yet—not once had he tried inserting his own fingers. Maybe deep down, he’d always wanted to be the one doing the penetrating.
He’d confirmed that his own cock responded just fine to Moon Tae-young, so there was no reason he couldn’t top.
Sure, Moon Tae-young was taller and bigger, and yeah, statistically speaking, the Demon King probably had more scoring chances… but even so…
I might win if I fight.
“Ah…!”
While lost in thought, the finger pushed deeper. It stirred gently inside him, and the sensation was far from comfortable.
But the sheer fact that it was Moon Tae-young doing it—that alone was enough to turn him on. Just like he’d suspected, it really might be possible.
That was it. No use talking about “combat power” when this wasn’t some dog-on-dog contest.
Cha Eui-sung gave in, accepted reality, and sucked on the lips pressing against his. A sharp sting followed as another finger slipped inside.
“Umm…”
This might actually hurt. The fact that he was struggling with just this made the image of the Demon King’s monstrous cock flash in his mind—a terrifying comparison to mere fingers.
Given the reinforced flexibility and endurance from his reawakening, he probably didn’t have to worry about injury, but…
It’s definitely going to hurt.
If he’d known it’d be like this, maybe he wouldn’t have been so stubborn about being on top. Regret twisted his lips into a tight line.
Then—pok—Moon Tae-young’s finger pressed a particular spot.
“Ah…!”
Amidst the discomfort, a strange jolt shot through him. A chill ran from the top of his head to the base of his spine, and the hairs on his neck stood on end.
Sensing his reaction, Moon Tae-young’s eyes narrowed. His grin widened, teeth flashing.
It was terrifying.
