Chapter 45
“Sunbae… please, show me. I’m begging you.”
“…Hmm.”
Harriet narrowed his eyes and looked down. Then, slowly, he slid his hand under his shirt. He didn’t understand why his hand was trembling so suddenly as he lifted his black T-shirt up, inch by inch. His pale, defined abs and the ribs beneath his chest came into view. Harriet, being a soldier, had lean muscle, but his fasting had left him without much body fat.
Without even blinking, he watched as Ender’s crimson eyes devoured his body. His shirt now fully lifted, Harriet’s red nipples stood out starkly against his white skin—the only splash of color allowed on his body.
“Haaah…”
Harriet’s moan made Ender slowly lower his head. Harriet kept his gaze down, savoring Ender’s deliberate movements.
Black hair cascaded over Harriet’s chest, the strands clinging to his skin like a greedy spiderweb, stark against his pale flesh. The sensation tickled, and Harriet twisted his waist, half-reclining on the sofa. Then, Ender’s lips brushed against his ribs.
“…Mmm.”
The warmth of Ender’s breath and the touch of his lips made Harriet’s mouth twitch. It wasn’t as if they’d never had this kind of contact before—Ender had always been a lustful one—but for some reason, it felt shamefully new.
Ender traced Harriet’s ribs with his tongue, slowly moving upward. His lips hovered dangerously close to Harriet’s nipple, swollen and red from being pinched almost painfully. Then, Ender suddenly stopped.
“……?”
Harriet lifted his head, his skin tingling from Ender’s breath.
“Sunbae, you’re beautiful.”
“…….”
Ender’s tongue flicked out, tracing the plump areola. The slowness was maddening, and Harriet couldn’t help but arch his back, finally pressing his chest against Ender’s tongue.
Ender’s eyes widened, his lips curling into a meltingly beautiful smile as he finally wrapped them around Harriet’s reddened nipple and sucked—pop—hard.
“Mmm…”
A pleasant tickle made Harriet let out a soft laugh. Ender loved hearing even these small sounds from him. He lapped at Harriet’s nipple like a ripe fruit, teasing it with his teeth, and Harriet moaned again in pleasure.
Ender’s large hand slid up Harriet’s slender waist, toying with his body. The thrill of pinning down someone he once saw as untouchable—someone like the sky—and ravishing him with his lips made Ender’s breath grow ragged.
He pulled back, admiring the saliva-glistening red nipple, drooling. The beautiful body, defiled by this black beast. And yet, Harriet was whiter, more beautiful than anyone. Ender growled like an animal, a guttural sound rising from deep in his throat.
“Sun…bae.”
Ender’s scorching hand gripped Harriet’s waist tightly. This forceful touch was new, and Harriet saw Ender in a different light—no longer the boy who longed for the unattainable, but someone desperate, almost pained, unable to control his own strength.
Harriet unconsciously licked his lips. This Ender was so cute, so tempting. He finally understood why Adam and Eve couldn’t resist the forbidden fruit in the scriptures. Right now, he wanted to devour Ender whole.
“Mmm… my cute Ruby…”
Harriet whispered, running his hand through Ender’s black hair. Even though he was the one pinned beneath, Ender seemed to tower above him.
Ender barely suppressed a moan and fumbled with his belt buckle. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants with one hand, then pulled Harriet’s wrist toward his erect cock, jutting out fiercely.
Harriet moved his fingers as if playing an instrument, feeling the throbbing shaft pulse and bead with pre-cum. The clear fluid dripped down his white wrist, soiling it.
“Haa… haa…”
Ender panted. Harriet looked up at Ender’s strained face and wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking slowly. The sensation made Ender’s hips tremble.
Unable to hold back, Ender climbed on top of Harriet’s torso. The sofa groaned under the weight of two grown men, nearly collapsing.
Ignoring the creaking, Ender braced one leg on the floor and rubbed his cock against Harriet’s chest—right over his nipple. Harriet smiled, pinching his own nipple and offering it up, and the beast above him moved even more wildly.
“Sunbae… sunbae.”
The friction turned Harriet’s nipple even redder. The rough movements of the once-timid junior, now daring to tease his senior, pushed Ender over the edge. He came violently, his release splattering diagonally from Harriet’s neck to his left cheek.
Harriet licked the cum dripping down his lips with his tongue, then looked down at his own arousal, equally hard.
“…Sunbae, me too…”
Ender lifted his own black T-shirt, revealing his well-defined, bronze abs glistening beautifully. Harriet ran his hand up Ender’s muscular torso as Ender pulled the shirt up to his chest.
“Please… jerk off on my chest, sunbae…”
At Ender’s words, Harriet raised his hand, clumsily mimicking what Ender had just done, stroking his chest.
“Haaah…”
Ender let out a low moan and moved down toward Harriet’s cock. He rubbed the head against his own nipple.
“…Mmm.”
Harriet groaned as the tip caught on the small bump, a strange, ticklish sensation spreading through him.
Pre-cum dripped from the head of Harriet’s cock, coating Ender’s chest in a slick, sticky sheen. Ender continued grinding Harriet’s cock against his chest while slipping two fingers between Harriet’s ass cheeks.
He pushed a finger into Harriet’s wet, slick hole, moving it vulgarly. Rubbing Harriet’s cock against his chest, he worked his fingers inside, stimulating him toward release. Then, he added another finger, twisting his wrist to hit deeper spots.
“Ah, ah… ugh…”
“Haa, sunbae… you’re so red.”
Ender kissed Harriet’s knee and thigh, bent close to his body, and whispered. He scraped his nails along the inner walls, then twisted his wrist as if to turn Harriet inside out. Harriet’s body jerked, lifting off the sofa.
Ender flicked his tongue against the head of Harriet’s cock, now pressed against his nipple, kissing it reverently. His fingers inside Harriet had become three, spreading, probing, thrusting deep. Harriet arched his back and came, his release splattering even onto Ender’s hair.
Ender took every drop of Harriet’s cum on his body, a satisfied groan escaping him. The opaque fluid dripping down his face felt like the most irresistible aphrodisiac.
Red marks bloomed one by one across Harriet’s body, spread out on the sofa—from his shoulders to his navel, around his cock, beautiful red flowers in full bloom.
“Aah… sunbae… you’re so beautiful.”
Ender, his face smeared with cum, whispered like a demon admiring the angel he had corrupted with his own hands.
Harriet watched lazily as Ender threw the window wide open. The black T-shirt clung to Ender’s body, every movement making the muscles in his back ripple visibly. It was just a standard military-issue shirt, but on him, it looked both ascetic and obscene.
Was it because he felt affection for Ender? Harriet pondered alone as he got up. His whole body ached pleasantly, like he’d just stepped out of a sauna.
Ender aired out the office, then went to the bathroom with a towel. When he returned, he didn’t spare a thought for the cum in his own hair but carefully wiped Harriet’s face and hair clean. He must have gone to soak the towel in warm water.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because I think you’ve grown so much.”
Ender smiled softly, wiping Harriet’s cheek and the nape of his neck with the warm towel. The gentle touch made Harriet even drowsier.
Rarely, Harriet thought he wanted to do nothing today—just lie around quietly with Ender. He slowly opened his eyes and met Ender’s crimson gaze. Feeling content, he ran his hand through Ender’s black hair.
“…Will you teach me how to fold origami flowers?”
“Of course.”
The colored paper Anschel had bought for political purposes wouldn’t be missed if they used a sheet or two.
Harriet rolled around on the sofa with Ender before getting up and turning on the TV across from them. The screen flickered to life with a local news broadcast.
Harriet settled in with the origami paper just as Ender was carefully putting away the towel. Then, a familiar voice came from the TV.
— Uh… yes.
Harriet and Ender’s heads snapped toward the screen simultaneously.
[Exclusive Interview with Presidential Candidate Anschel Lee]
— Uh… that is…
No context was given, but Anschel let a single tear roll down his cheek. The TV screen filled with his outdated, unflattering 2:8 haircut. Harriet, rarely showing surprise, dropped the origami paper from his hand, his expression stunned.
— …I will create a world without conflict.
What the hell is he doing?
It was a historic moment Anschel Lee would want to erase from the future.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
