The boy panted, his breath ragged, as he murmured and sucked on his lower lip. Then, he pushed his soft tongue into Calyx’s mouth, tracing the inside. Calyx’s hand, gently stroking his back, brushed against his hip bone. When he rubbed the prominent bone with his fingers, the boy twisted his waist, letting out a small, breathy moan—ahhh—that nearly shattered his already fraying self-control. Calyx tore his lips away from the boy’s and pulled him into a tight embrace.
It wasn’t easy to suppress the surging desire, especially with the boy’s body heated and clinging to him, unconsciously urging him on. But Calyx held him close, fighting to rein it in.
“…Lyx…”
The boy squirmed in his arms, his voice carrying an unintended, breathless need. He probably didn’t even realize why he had called out his name like that. But he was clearly urging him to continue what he had stopped.
Calyx pulled away, setting the boy apart from him. The boy’s dark eyes, still hazy with alcohol, stared up at him, his small hands clutching tightly at his collar. The sight made Calyx swallow a low groan, his mind reeling with primal instinct.
“K.”
Instead of giving in and pinning the boy down as his body demanded, Calyx pressed his lips to the boy’s pale nape. The soft, smooth skin made the boy moan again. Calyx kneaded the boy’s plump backside, trying to soothe his own frustration.
“Ah… nngh…”
I wriggled my legs, tickled by the strange sensation in my chest. Then it hit me—where the hell am I?
…Huh?
I blinked, or rather, I had been blinking this whole time, but—
When I finally came to my senses, an unfamiliar ceiling loomed above me. My chest itched, so I looked down. What the— Whose head was that? Some blond head was pressed against my chest, sucking on my nipple like it was a pacifier.
I closed my eyes for a second, willing this to be a dream. Then I opened them again. Nope. Still there. A weird, indescribable feeling washed over me, and—
“Nnngh!”
I grabbed the blond head attached to my chest and yanked, my whole body shuddering. A jolt of electricity shot from my head to my toes.
“K?”
The blond head slowly lifted, revealing a face. I panted, staring at them. The owner of the blond head was none other than my patron, his golden eyes oddly unfocused. I met his gaze, then looked at his mouth—his lips were swollen and red, like he’d been up to no good. And just below those lips, my nipple was puffy and glistening with saliva.
…What. The. Hell.
“K.”
The patron slithered up, flashing me a sickeningly sweet smile. And I mean sickening—like, was this guy high? He planted a kiss on my cheek, then my nose, before his lips closed over mine. He sucked on my lower lip, then shoved his tongue inside, raiding my mouth like he owned it. I reached to yank his hair, but the strange, tingling sensation made me moan instead—nngh—as his wet, sloppy sounds filled my ear.
His tongue slithered around, sending a jolt straight to my hips. I clutched at his back, groaning. This bastard wasn’t even giving me a second to breathe, let alone speak.
So… why was I half-naked, lying here with him, our mouths mashed together?
And why the hell was he sucking on my nipple like a baby?!
“Nngh…”
The weird, prickly sensation made me clutch his clothes and writhe. It was itchy, tingling, and my brain was short-circuiting. I wanted to kick him off, but my body refused to cooperate, clinging to him instead.
“Ugh… hey, wait—wait a damn second!”
I shoved him away, my voice cracking. But the patron just melted into a grin, like he was enjoying this, and went right back to sucking on my lips. He wasn’t listening to a word I said. Or maybe he was just too far gone—his eyes were definitely glazed over.
“K.”
His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, and I shivered, blinking stupidly.
Why am I like this?
I let him kiss my cheeks and nibble my earlobe, too stunned to react. Then I noticed my lips burning. When I touched them—ow—the pain made me wince. They weren’t just sore; they were swollen, like balloons about to pop. Just like my nipple, which was puffed up on one side. He did this. He sucked on them like a maniac.
I looked around. We were in a stone pavilion. The table was littered with food and empty bottles…
Ah. Alcohol.
The second the word crossed my mind, memories came flooding back.
“Enough to give you the world, if I could. That’s how much I like you.”
“Hey. If you kiss anyone else, you’re dead.”
“Hey. Try me.”
…Fucking hell.
“K.”
The patron kept whispering in my ear, kissing my cheek like he couldn’t get enough. He must’ve been at it for hours. I’d told him to go ahead, so I couldn’t exactly complain, but… damn. This was awkward. I pushed against his chest with my palm.
“K?”
His golden eyes, still half-lidded, looked at me in confusion. The second our eyes met, I remembered—me, lunging at him, biting and sucking like a wild animal. What the hell did I do? I’d heard drunk people don’t recognize their own parents, but this was next-level.
I glared at his swollen, red lips. His damn mouth—always the problem. He’d just gone ahead and sucked on my lips and nipple like it was nothing.
I debated slapping him, but then his hand started stroking my back, and my body betrayed me, arching into the touch. Just a finger grazing me sent sparks flying. My toes curled, my whole body tensing.
“K?”
I stared at him, then suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him back in, crushing my lips against his.
Might as well finish what we started.
***
“It stings.”
I tapped my lips, and the patron pressed a soft kiss to my ear. We must’ve rubbed our mouths raw—my lips felt like they were about to burst. If I looked in a mirror, I’d probably put Angelina Jolie to shame. My tongue was numb, too.
I was in agony, but the patron? He was in heaven. No, scratch that—he was delirious. He ignored everything I said, too busy leaving a trail of spit all over my face. His lips were just as red, but barely swollen. Of course he wouldn’t understand my pain.
“Hey. Cut it out.”
I pushed his face away from my earlobe, but he just moved to my neck. If I stopped him there, he’d go for my cheek or ear next. I gave up.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
This guy must’ve been a kiss-deprived ghost in his past life. Or maybe someone smeared honey on my face. I peeked under my rumpled shirt—yep, my left nipple was standing at attention, twice its normal size. I’d been worried about his mommy issues, but I never thought I’d be the one he’d latch onto.
I remembered drinking like there was no tomorrow. After that, everything was fuzzy. But I did remember telling him to go for it… and then making out like our lives depended on it. And… okay, fine, it had felt pretty damn good. Hmph.
But seriously, how long had we been at it for my lips to end up like this? Hours, at least. No way would they be this swollen otherwise.
“Lyx.”
