“As you wish.”
“Yes, as you wish….”
It was faster than planned. He had expected it to take a bit more time, but to get results this quickly.
Song Hanyeong unconsciously licked his lower lip. Watching Jin Surim bare his neck and speak such cute words stirred his appetite. Even though all the wounds on Jin Surim’s hands had healed and there was no longer any scent of blood.
Song Hanyeong smiled faintly and pushed his thumb into the mouth of Jin Surim, whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut. As he pulled at the corner of his mouth until it stretched and scraped the inside of his cheek with his fingertip, Surim closed his mouth in surprise. With Song Hanyeong’s finger caught in his mouth, Surim rolled his eyes around, not knowing what to do.
He stared up with round eyes, and even though he knew it was a plea for help, it made him imagine other things. Song Hanyeong gently traced the moist mucous membrane inside Surim’s mouth. The wet flesh that had probably never been touched by anyone else clung damply to him.
“Wha, what are you doing….”
“You said I could do as I wished.”
“Thi, this isn’t— ugh… hkk…!”
When his finger reached deep inside the mouth, Surim gagged, tightening his throat and making choking sounds.
“Even though you know nothing, you still want to share your blood with me.”
“Yesss….”
“If you thought I would refuse, you were mistaken.”
Song Hanyeong twisted the corner of his lips. Even at the threatening remark, Jin Surim only looked at him with a docile expression. Though there was some fear and tension visible on that face, there was no sign of wanting to escape the current situation.
While satisfying, it made him even greedier. Even now, ‘this’ was in his grasp, but he wasn’t confident how long it would remain obedient when he wielded it as he pleased. Song Hanyeong wished that even if Jin Surim were strangled to death by him, he would look at him with those eyes until the very last moment.
It was when Song Hanyeong had briefly fallen into thought.
*Churup*, a sound like air escaping rang in his ears. When Song Hanyeong looked down, Surim had turned his cheeks bright red and bitten down hard on his thumb with his lips. As saliva dripped down from the corner of the mouth that Song Hanyeong had stretched open, it seemed Jin Surim, not wanting to drool, had sucked it in.
“Joo, Jooimnim… eese, shtop….”
The garbled sounds pleased Song Hanyeong immensely. Looking down at Jin Surim gazing up at him with an innocent face that knew nothing, Song Hanyeong thought about the three Russians he had killed today.
‘…….’
It was because they had suspected Jin Surim’s identity and were going to report it to his family’s head. Since Jin Surim’s identity had to be revealed by his uncle, he had eliminated them.
If information about Jin Surim had been leaked to Russia, not only would the plan have gone awry, but this fragile man’s life would have been in danger as well.
It wasn’t time for that yet.
“Manager-nim…?”
Song Hanyeong raised himself up. Then he lowered his head toward the owner of the fragile voice calling him with a questioning tone. As his face drew closer, Jin Surim squeezed his eyes shut. He clearly thought he was going to kiss him. Song Hanyeong gently lifted his chin upward with his fingertips. His pure white neck was exposed widely.
Jin Surim’s neck was smooth without a single scar, as if no one had ever touched it. When he gently placed his lips against it, his Adam’s apple bobbed greatly. As if embarrassed by the fact that he couldn’t hide his nervousness, Surim let out a groan.
“Huu….”
Song Hanyeong leisurely traced over Surim’s carotid artery with his lips. Then, in a voice filled with fear, Jin Surim pleaded.
“Y-you have to bite gently….”
“You don’t like pain?”
“I don’t like it, but I can endure a little.”
“Then what about feeling good?”
“What? Wh-why that….”
Toward Jin Surim, who was trembling and unable to move, Song Hanyeong whispered.
“I guarantee it. You’ll wish it hurt instead.”
“What? What do you… Ah!”
Only after being bitten could Surim understand Song Hanyeong’s words. A strange sensation spread from the bitten neck. He felt as if a chilling, shivering feeling was spreading throughout his entire body through his blood vessels.
“Hng…?”
Surim twisted his body, not understanding. Then Song Hanyeong spread his legs apart and stepped boldly between them. With one hand, Song Hanyeong gathered both of Surim’s hands behind his back and held them, while with the other hand he gripped the back of Surim’s neck.
In this position, Surim couldn’t resist beyond twisting his shoulders. No, even twisting his shoulders was difficult because it hurt.
It was strange. Though Song Hanyeong’s build was considerably larger compared to Surim, they were both adult men. Could he really be unable to move just because his arms and the back of his neck were being held?
Moreover, Song Hanyeong, who was restraining Surim like this, didn’t even look particularly strained.
“Wa, wait, waaaaait…. Hak, just a moment, please!”
His mind became hazily drenched. He wasn’t quite sure what this was, but he could tell that something was going wrong.
He hadn’t thought he would be completely fine when his neck was bitten. But he thought it would hurt a little at most, never in his dreams did he imagine his mood would become this strange.
Surim panted and trembled with shaking shoulders.
“No….”
Finally, his waist twisted of its own accord at the shivering sensation that colored his entire body. Only then could Surim recognize the identity of the sensation filling him.
It was pleasure.
Lukewarm pleasure dampened his entire body, and each time he felt the pain of fangs biting into his neck, Surim flinched and trembled not from pain but from pleasure. It was strange. His body had become strange.
Surim forcefully twisted his head to look at Song Hanyeong. As if trying to confirm the identity of the man biting his neck and drinking his blood. But no matter how much he looked, Song Hanyeong was Song Hanyeong. Surim found it strange that the one making him like this was Song Hanyeong.
Song Hanyeong was a kind of idol to Jin Surim. It was even somewhat like a faith. Jin Surim had thought that as long as it wasn’t giving up his life, he could do anything for Song Hanyeong.
But this wasn’t it. Surim had never imagined he would share pleasure with Song Hanyeong. To Surim, that was a kind of sacrilege.
When Song Hanyeong bit down hard on his neck once more, Surim felt an urgent sense of crisis that this shouldn’t be happening.
“Manager, Manager-nim, please let go… ungh…!”
Surim twisted his body with all his strength and freed his hands that Song Hanyeong had been holding gathered behind his back. Now he just needed to push the man’s shoulders away. The moment Surim barely touched Song Hanyeong’s shoulders with his trembling hands, cold fingertips swept down Surim’s back as if brushing past.
“Hak…!”
At that simple movement, Surim let out a sharp scream and curled his body sharply. Song Hanyeong, who had exquisitely followed the movement of him curling up like a bean weevil, gnawed on his neck.
“No….”
Surim, who had squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them, realized he was wrapping his legs around Song Hanyeong’s waist. He must have gone crazy. Surim quickly unwrapped his legs. But when Song Hanyeong sucked hard on his neck, he couldn’t endure it again and curled his body while squeezing Song Hanyeong’s waist tightly with his thighs.
Song Hanyeong, as if accustomed to it, pulled Surim’s waist toward himself. Their lower bodies were almost touching. In a way, it was exactly like a position for sex. Moreover, the hands that had been placed to push away his shoulders were now embracing his neck before he knew it.
‘I never thought it would be like this….’
Though his reason knew he should let go, his body didn’t move that way. Rather, he pulled Song Hanyeong even tighter as if strangling him.
The impatient pleasure wandered between his legs, losing its way. Surim unconsciously moved his hips and then squeezed his eyes shut in horror.
‘No, I need to get a grip.’
Surim tried to regain his senses in his hazy mind. Perhaps he had allowed Song Hanyeong this act with too little thought. If he had known it would become an act that defiled him like this, he would have thought about it more. If it was truly necessary, he could have chosen a method like pouring it into a cup rather than biting directly.
But such considerations were already long past due, and now Surim could do nothing but pant intermittently while clinging to Song Hanyeong and squirming.
“Manager-nim, Manager-niiim….”
When he called out pleadingly, Song Hanyeong began to gently knead the small of his back. Each time, Surim flinched and trembled as if electricity had run through his body.
He had called for help, but instead his movements were spurring Surim on even more. Where his palm touched broadly, he could feel hot body temperature and heat rose, and where his fingertips touched, a shivering sensation bloomed.
With his eyes closed, the stimulation only seemed more intense, so Surim opened his eyes again. As he panted and let his exhausted body go limp, Song Hanyeong caught his weight.
Dizzy and half out of his mind, Surim felt terribly sad that he was alone in this heat. Whether he was sad about the fact that it was pleasure that only went up and down in the shivering and ticklish sensation alone rather than rushing toward an end, or whether he was sad about being alone rather than with someone—he couldn’t distinguish.
No, in fact, there seemed to be no need to distinguish between the two. After all, they were essentially one and the same.
