Even now, it was the same. He’d almost let himself get completely swept away by the honeybee’s adorable, blatantly obvious attempt to provoke jealousy—so much so that he’d nearly ruined the (kidnapping) plan he’d been about to put into motion right then and there… no—at this point, it was probably already ruined.
“Huh? W‑What are you talking about…?”
“Now that I’ve caught on, I’m never going easy on you again.”
A chilling voice brushed against his earlobe and tickled his eardrum. Something had gone terribly wrong. No—more importantly, how had things even escalated this far to begin with? Wouldn’t it have been better if Hurel hadn’t misunderstood things between him and Panthiana and gotten upset? Why had Blaine gone out of his way to do things he didn’t need to do, scratching at scabs and tossing firewood onto the flames?
“Hurel, what are you—agh!”
“That’s not it.”
Pressing his knee up hard against Blaine’s center to pin him down, the spider whispered threateningly. Even when Blaine tried to back away, his escape was cut off by the tree behind him.
“You don’t remember, Bee-Bee?”
“W‑What are you—ah…!”
Leisurely rocking his knee back and forth to grind stimulation into him, Hurel lifted a finger and slowly traced around Blaine’s navel and the skin surrounding it. He really should’ve realized by now how pointless it was, but he still flailed his arms and legs wildly, struggling and trying—ineffectively—to push Hurel away. At that pitiful resistance, Hurel let out a low, amused chuckle.
“Then I guess I’ll have to jog your memory.”
In the middle of his desperate, panting struggle to escape the spider’s painfully pressing knee, Blaine’s shirt flew somewhere far off, and his pants were left tangled around one ankle. His face flushed crimson as he pointed shakily downward and demanded,
“Why—why are you doing this to me, seriously…?!”
“Bee-Bee.”
The spider’s strength was disgustingly overwhelming. His wrists were seized without effort, leaving him entirely exposed below, and Blaine’s brows drooped helplessly. At this point, even knowing what was coming, all he could do was let it happen. Hurel let out a breathy laugh and pressed a light peck against Blaine’s smooth cheek.
He’d decided to withhold the answer Blaine most wanted, finding his impatience too cute to give in to—but it seemed that resolve didn’t last long.
“Panthiana really is stunning. I almost got jealous.”
Blaine’s eyes went wide. Still restraining his wrists and pinning his legs with his knee, Hurel planted soft peck, smack kisses across Blaine’s chest and whispered lowly. Bringing his lips close enough for his hot breath to brush against nipples already stiff and jutting out in anticipation, he murmured—clearly on purpose.
“But it’s fine. You don’t feel satisfied anymore unless your cock’s aching, do you, Bee-Bee?”
“Wh—ngh—haaah!”
Startled by the crude, unbecoming choice of words that clashed so badly with Hurel’s elegant face, a mortified moan spilled from Blaine’s parted lips. That was because the spider had gently opened those plush, soft, jelly-like lips of his and slurp—swallowed Blaine’s nipple into his mouth. Wet flesh enclosed it, a faint pressure followed, then the pebbled bumps of a tongue tormented the tip before a loud schluuup echoed as Hurel sucked hard.
“Hureeel! Don’t suck—stop it, don’t—!”
“You like it, though.”
Despite saying something so mean, Hurel seemed to release his nipple obediently enough—only to clamp down on the other side instead. Grabbing Blaine’s chest as if holding a cup, forcing it to swell up, he stuffed the nipple deep into his mouth and sucked greedily. With saliva coating it, he rolled and pinched the other nipple between his fingers, never once forgetting to torment both at the same time.
“N‑No—Hurel, stop…!”
“You’re really asking for it.”
Letting go of the nipple he’d been pinching, Hurel brought his hand down with a smack against Blaine’s tanned, firm ass. Blaine jolted and fluttered in surprise, but the more he struggled, the more his arms tensed—and the louder the lewd friction sounds became. After several sharp smacks rang out, Blaine sniffled and pleaded, dragging out his words.
“Hani—hic—Hani, stop… it hurts…!”
“That’s it. Good boy. Remember now?”
“Hani, please… General might come…”
“That won’t happen.”
With the gentle expression of someone soothing a whining child, Hurel softly pressed their lips together. Blaine stiffened, trying to resist, but as Hurel brushed his tongue against Blaine’s soft palate and pressed firmly near the areola with his fingertips, the strength drained right out of him. Feeling the honeybee tremble as he clumsily responded to the kiss, wrapping his tongue back, Hurel swallowed a low, rumbling growl—an icy, churning desire boiling in his gut.
“Bee-Bee.”
“Don’t—don’t touch there, Hani. Ah! I—don’t like it.”
When Hurel tapped and stroked the small, hidden hole tucked between his cheeks, Blaine protested even as his legs slowly spread. Hurel kissed at the corners of his mouth several times, then slid his lips downward to tease Blaine’s chest.
“Hani, don’t suck there. Please.”
All he did was tell him not to—how cruel. Puffing up in obvious sulkiness, Hurel shot him a petulant glare. Blaine flinched at the finger rubbing his entrance, then mumbled irritably,
“You seriously… why do you keep sucking there? It’s because of you that… that thing kind of—g‑got bigger.”
Hurel stared up at Blaine with a completely blank expression, then, without changing his face at all, shoved him back fully into the grass.
“You’ve got a long way to go.”
“What?”
“I said you’ve got a long way to go.”
As Hurel opened his mouth and enclosed the entire areola, Blaine thought, He’s going to suck again— and tried to push him away by the shoulder.
That was when Blaine jerked violently, like he’d been electrocuted, letting out a sharp cry. A sudden sting shot through the sensitive skin of his areola.
“Ow—what the hell?!”
It felt like being pricked with a needle. Or bitten by an insect. Bitten…? Just as that thought surfaced, Blaine caught sight of Hurel shifting his head and lowering his fangs onto the opposite nipple.
“Ah—ngh!”
The pain was sharp, like being pierced by a blade. Tears welled up reflexively as Blaine hurried to pry the spider off, who was still chomping down on his nipple. He should’ve stopped him earlier, back when Hurel was sucking so eagerly on worker-bee milk that wouldn’t even come out. But now he’d gone so far as to bite?
He knocked Hurel on the head with a firm thunk. Cheeks puffed, Hurel shot him an exaggerated, sulky glare. He could clearly see the fake pout—but the fact that it still almost worked made Blaine furious and indignant.
Not this time. I’m really not falling for it this time.
“Are you a kid or something? If your mouth’s bored, go eat some jelly! Don’t torment innocent creatures!”
“But I like sucking here. What am I supposed to do?”
He was seriously going to lose it.
So dumbfounded he couldn’t even respond, all Blaine could do was let out a hollow sigh. He lightly smacked Hurel’s head again and tried to shove him away, but Hurel suddenly dove into his arms, clinging and whining.
“But everyone says siblings mess around like this all the time when they’re young… and I never got to.”
“Hani…”
Blaine almost softened immediately, nearly offering up his chest himself and saying, Oh… I see. Come on, then, suck as much as you want. In other words—he nearly dug his own grave.
Maybe he’d accumulated a lot of good karma in a past life, because he snapped out of it just in time.
“N‑No, still not allowed. If you want to do things like that, do them with your pretty lover—”
He cut himself off short.
Without realizing it, Blaine had blurted out something that turned around and stabbed straight into his own heart. A sharp pang spread through his chest—far worse than when Hurel had bitten him earlier.
“Bee-Bee?”
Hurel looked at the suddenly downcast honeybee with confusion. Normally, he would’ve sharply picked apart Blaine’s thoughts with ease—but his insides were already like a hydrogen bomb on the verge of detonating. It took an inhuman amount of restraint to suppress the urge to lunge at him like a maddened beast.
Forcing himself into a gentle, innocent smile, Hurel held on.
He’d worn far too many such expressions lately because of this honeybee—so much so that by now, it barely felt like effort at all.
