Moon Tae-young pulled down his underwear halfway and began stroking his stiffened cock with his hand. The sensation of bare skin rubbing against bare skin made Cha Eui-sung’s hips twitch instinctively.
“Ah… Hnn.”
A raw jolt of pleasure shot up through his scalp. Everywhere Moon Tae-young touched blazed with heat.
Whenever his lips playfully grazed Eui-sung’s neck or shoulder, it felt like his mind went completely blank.
He couldn’t even tell how long they’d been like this—how long since their relationship had shifted like this—and yet Moon Tae-young already knew all his erogenous zones. It was hard to say whether that meticulous, quiet gaze of his should feel flattering… or terrifying.
“Wait, hold on, ah…!”
The moment he was bitten just below the ear, Cha Eui-sung jerked his head back and trembled. As he fumbled and lost his grip on his waistband, Moon Tae-young seized the opportunity and lifted Eui-sung’s shirt.
In an instant, his flat stomach and chest were exposed. Tae-young rolled up the hem and lightly pressed it against Eui-sung’s lips.
“Hold this for me.”
With my mouth? This?
What the hell kind of kink is this? Even as that thought flickered through his mind, he obediently bit down on the cloth. Tae-young shifted his leg slightly, causing Eui-sung’s body to rise, and then a teasing breath brushed across his chest.
No way…
…Just as the thought crossed his mind, something soft and warm landed on his skin.
Squelch. Smack. The gentle pecking of lips quickly turned wet and sticky.
“Ah…!”
Slurp. Chuup. Wet noises echoed from around his chest. A slick, supple tongue latched onto his flesh, licking its way across until it found a hardened nub and sucked it in. A shiver bolted down his spine.
Then came the careful nibbling of even, straight teeth—so precise it made his hips flinch. All Cha Eui-sung could do was grit his teeth and moan through clenched jaws.
What the hell… this is insane.
Why did something that wasn’t even unfamiliar feel so startlingly new? The way he was panting, completely flustered, was downright humiliating.
He tried to get a grip, but the overwhelming pleasure clawed down his back like fire. His already flushed face heated up even more, and his vision blurred in and out.
He wasn’t some kid who drooled in public, but the cloth in his mouth was steadily getting soaked. When he instinctively tried to pull away, the devious demon king squeezed the base of his cock, trapping him in place.
“Mmph, ngh!”
Just from biting down on a shirt hem, it felt like he’d been gagged—he couldn’t even speak. He started to feel a quiet wave of embarrassment.
So this is why I shouldn’t have initiated anything…
As expected, he was weak to stimulation—especially sexual stimulation. Now he’d been forced to confront an awkward truth that might as well count as a vulnerability.
As he let out a shaky breath and flinched, Moon Tae-young moaned with unexpected satisfaction. It made Cha Eui-sung curious—just what kind of face was he making while doing this?
Eventually, Eui-sung couldn’t take it anymore and opened his mouth.
“Ugh, haah!”
The crumpled shirt fell over Moon Tae-young’s head like a bridal veil. The sight was ridiculous enough to make Eui-sung giggle between gasping breaths. Only then did Tae-young lift his head and lower the leg he had propped up.
Despite laughing along with him, just that much made Cha Eui-sung’s whole body feel limp, like something had drained out of him. The excited gleam in Moon Tae-young’s face now showed barely a trace of rationality.
Staring into those eyes swirling with emotion, Cha Eui-sung had a single thought.
His patience is about to snap.
In higher-level dungeons, intelligent monsters were common. Instead of rushing in recklessly, they’d suppress their instincts and circle their prey.
And now, that same tense, skin-prickling feeling—the one that warned a single wrong move would unleash a charge—was radiating off someone who, biologically speaking, was still human.
Was this really the same guy who kept saying “Not tonight,” or “Are you sure about this?” earlier? It was dizzying.
When Eui-sung kissed him lightly several times, Moon Tae-young ran his fingertips slowly up the length of his rigid shaft.
“Haa—ah!”
The thrill was so sharp, it wiped his mind blank. He forgot all about appearances and ground himself against Tae-young’s hand, thrusting forward. Soon enough, a sticky fluid seeped through his clothes with soft plap, plap sounds.
“Hnnngh, haah… haah…”
Panting hard, Eui-sung collapsed against Tae-young’s broad shoulder. Despite how confidently he’d claimed he was fine earlier, his head throbbed from the strain.
Still, he didn’t let it show. He simply rubbed his face against Tae-young’s body like nothing was wrong. Maybe sensing that, Tae-young finally seemed to reach his own limit—he began undoing his pants.
Cha Eui-sung cast his eyes downward.
Moon Tae-young’s cock was alarmingly large and stood stiff with tension, thick veins visible along its length. The tip was already glistening wet, unmistakably desperate and aching for contact.
Tae-young met the gaze inspecting his body with a satisfied gleam in his eyes—then, without warning, yanked Cha Eui-sung’s pants all the way down.
A slick, damp hand wrapped around Eui-sung’s waist. With one leg, Tae-young effortlessly hoisted him up and shifted him over, positioning him right in the center.
When Moon Tae-young parted his legs slightly, Eui-sung’s thighs opened along with them.
“Haah, what are you—”
Squish—
There was no time to ask. Something sticky pressed between his legs. That hard, thick shaft pushed through his ass cheeks, pressing in with steady weight. It rubbed slowly along the perineum and over the puckered entrance, gliding back and forth.
A wave of confusion and arousal surged in all at once, leaving his head spinning again.
“Tae—ugh, Tae-young…”
“Stay still.”
That low, gravelly voice sounded more like a growl than a whisper.
Each time Moon Tae-young gripped his lower half and rolled his hips, wet, obscene squelching sounds echoed.
And with every steady thrust, Cha Eui-sung’s own cock was dragged and rubbed across Tae-young’s body in time.
Despite having just come, the fluid-slicked length began to harden again.
“Haaaah…”
Rough breaths spilled over his bare skin, each one searing hot. The sheer weight pressing against him below was impossible to ignore.
It was hard to believe that the man doing this was Moon Tae-young. Every time the slick head pressed beneath him and soft fabric rubbed against his cock, the pleasure surged through him far stronger than expected.
“Hngh… nnnh… hck…!”
“Haaah…”
Without even realizing it, Cha Eui-sung moaned, breath soaked with moisture. His heart thudded so hard it shocked him—especially at the realization that Moon Tae-young was the one grinding his hips against him right now.
He’d always assumed that unless there was actual penetration, a handjob was a handjob and that was that.
But this demon king bastard… he really knew how to use a human body in the most maddeningly effective ways.
His vision kept flashing white from the unfamiliar sensations.
And then—
Shit.
He looked up and met Moon Tae-young’s eyes. And what he saw… scared him.
This was one of those rare times fear didn’t even sting his pride.
Beneath those elegantly curved lashes, Tae-young’s eyes burned with a hunger so strange it seemed ready to devour him whole.
Eui-sung had seen Tae-young’s crazed expressions before—but never this far gone. His heart dropped like a stone.
He didn’t know if it was appropriate to describe it this way, but it was the kind of unhinged look you’d only see in villains during their final stand.
Cha Eui-sung shuddered under that laser-focused stare.
…Demon King.
And yet, somehow, Tae-young held on—like he was clutching the wick of a flame already drenched in oil, struggling to keep control.
Despite the dangerous energy slowly seeping into the air, he wasn’t hurting him or being forceful.
Only then did Cha Eui-sung realize: Moon Tae-young, for all his capacity to completely consume him, was holding himself back. He was carefully, painstakingly adapting to his fragile lover’s limits.
That twisted, oddly gentle fact struck Eui-sung like a hammer, echoing in his skull.
“I… haaah… Do you like me?”
The question escaped his lips suddenly, his voice dazed. Rational thought had long since dissolved under the crush of stimulation and arousal.
Moon Tae-young didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed in deeper—and kissed him.
It was a kiss that felt impossibly sweet.
Unable to resist, Cha Eui-sung slumped forward against him again. Moon Tae-young wrapped one arm around his softened back and thrust up into him over and over again, gently but firmly.
As their entire lower halves slicked and rubbed against each other, a fresh wave of climax began to build in Cha Eui-sung.
“W-Wait—hnngh! Haaah!”
The moment of release always hit like a stranger—new and overwhelming no matter how many times it happened. He shook his head, trying to flee the intensity of it, but they both knew it wasn’t pain that made his hips twist like that.
Still, he bit down and whimpered, desperate to hold on. He let out a stream of wet, trembling breaths into Tae-young’s ear. The area around Tae-young’s eyes flushed deep red.
“Khh…!”
Finally, with a low grunt that sounded like he was barely holding back, Tae-young’s body trembled in tiny spasms as he clutched Eui-sung close.
The thick shaft pressed against Eui-sung’s tender perineum gave one strong twitch—
And then hot liquid splattered against his skin.
Somehow, the wetness dripping down his thighs brought with it a strange sense of satisfaction.
What had already been slick now grew completely soaked.
“Hiiihk… ahh…!”
Cha Eui-sung came again, flooding Tae-young’s shirt with his release.
Only now did the sound of their ragged breathing finally reach his ears.
As their pulses slowed, a delayed wave of dizziness hit him—his vision spun, and his head and eyes throbbed faintly.
It wasn’t a terrible pain, but oddly enough, it felt similar to what he’d gone through earlier that morning.
…Yeah. I probably should’ve rested after all.
No wonder Tae-young warned him right away. It’d taken him this long to register what Tae-young had seen at a glance.
Even now, with his body completely spent, a stubborn ember of arousal remained.
Ignoring his feverish forehead, Cha Eui-sung slowly began grinding his hips again, pushing himself down against Tae-young’s softening cock.
“Cha Eui—”
“I can’t… stay still.”
Cutting him off mid-call, Eui-sung chuckled through half-lidded eyes.
Tae-young’s already strained brow twitched hard.
There was no way he didn’t know that underneath all that hunger… Eui-sung wanted this too.
Cha Eui-sung pushed him down to the floor. It was probably going to hurt like hell later, but—whatever. That’d be future Eui-sung’s problem, once the heat cooled down.
Shoving all thought and reason to the back of his mind, he gave in to instinct—and kissed Moon Tae-young with a wild, unfamiliar recklessness.
