“Ah!”
Surim let out a shrill scream and sniffled.
“It hurts, it hurts…!”
“Mmhm. Go ahead.”
“I’m telling you it really hurts.”
Song Hanyeong chuckled softly and gently rubbed the buttocks where his handprint remained. Surim’s buttocks trembled finely. As if he didn’t know what was what, but could only sense that something was about to happen.
“Manager-nim…?”
“Yes.”
Song Hanyeong grabbed both of Jin Surim’s wrists and pressed them firmly down onto the bed. With only his buttocks raised up and his cheek resting on the bed, Surim rolled his eyes around, not understanding the situation.
“I-I’m embarrassed…”
“Yes, keep being embarrassed.”
Song Hanyeong replied halfheartedly and first kissed the red handprint he had made. He wanted to immediately leave bite marks on top of it, but if he did that, it seemed like Surim would cry. Or wait, was he already crying?
“What are we doing…?”
“Yes, what are we doing.”
“What are we doing though…?”
“Who knows. What could it be.”
Without taking his lips off Surim’s skin, Song Hanyeong slowly moved his position. When he lightly scraped his teeth over the tailbone, Surim bounced up like a ball.
That reaction was almost laughable.
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
“Stay still.”
“But…”
“Shh.”
As soon as Surim wriggled his body as if to resist, Song Hanyeong bit down hard on his buttocks. After the scream of “Ah,” Surim trembled finely and became quiet.
He could feel Surim’s back trembling from tension. Song Hanyeong chuckled and buried his face between Surim’s buttocks.
“Hngh…? W-wait, what are you, ah, I don’t like it, I don’t like it!”
The flustered Surim struggled, but it didn’t last long. Because Song Hanyeong had pinned down his ankles with his knees to subdue him. Unable to move a muscle, Surim screamed out.
“Manager-nim, don’t do this, that’s, weird… Ah!”
Song Hanyeong paid no mind and licked over Surim’s hole. Sounds that could be called vulgar continued.
At the unbelievable sensation felt in an unbelievable place, Surim was half-panicking. What was happening, why was this happening, he couldn’t even understand why he was here with Song Hanyeong in the first place. The fact that he had followed on his own two feet was already gone from his mind.
“Manager, Manager-nim! Manager-niim…!”
“What.”
“Wh-what are you, doing…?”
“Having sex with you.”
“With me…?”
“Yes, with Jin Surim-ssi.”
Surim looked back in disbelief. Song Hanyeong looked at Surim’s half-crumpled face with interest and moved a bit lower.
Below that was the slightly bulging perineum. When he licked over it lengthwise, Surim trembled. Even with a shocked expression on his face, Surim was trying to stay calm.
“With me, why with me…?”
“I told you I wouldn’t be satisfied with just having you suck my cock.”
“But you didn’t say, hngh, it would be right after…”
“That’s how it turned out.”
Surim looked at Song Hanyeong in confusion as he brushed past such an important matter so easily.
“Do you dislike it?”
“Dis…”
-like it? Surim blankly searched his own feelings. Of course, the current situation was bewildering and shocking. To be pinned down in such a strange position and have his buttocks, that place specifically, sucked—he had never even imagined such a thing could happen in his life.
But when he thought about having sex with Song Hanyeong, he didn’t dislike the act. Really, he had never even imagined it but…
Not caring about Surim, who was blankly lost in thought with a confused expression, Song Hanyeong continued what he was doing.
“Hah…! I-I’m still thinking…!”
“Yes. Go ahead and think.”
“If you do this, mmh, I can’t think… Ah!”
Moaning as if shuddering, Surim thought. Wasn’t it a bit late to be thinking about sex? Actually, it was. Even without recalling what happened a few days ago, the two of them had already done many things. Especially Surim—hadn’t he already climaxed twice?
You could say they had already started having sex back then. It seemed strange to refuse now saying sex wasn’t okay.
No, but were that and this the same? No, but what would be different about them. Isn’t it fine as long as it feels good? But Song Hanyeong is licking his back there, is it okay to just let that be?
All sorts of thoughts were recklessly tearing through Surim’s mind, and it was clearly visible on the outside. His pupils moved here and there, and he closed his eyes tightly, then opened them—he was quite busy.
Song Hanyeong licked and rubbed carefully so that Surim’s back entrance would soften. The hole that had been stiffly clenched gradually softened with each added touch. Even during this time, Surim was only absorbed in that ‘thinking.’ Even when Song Hanyeong put a finger into the tight hole, he only flinched slightly and didn’t resist even once.
‘Can someone be this defenseless?’
Seeing Surim entrusting everything about himself like a herbivore, Song Hanyeong had an unpleasant thought. Perhaps Jin Surim would spread his legs like this no matter who covered him.
“Hieuk…!”
When he scraped down the slightly bulging part inside the hole with his fingertip, Surim reacted by bending his waist. At the animalistic reaction that came out without him knowing, Surim looked back at Song Hanyeong with a puzzled expression. It was a stupid expression.
‘Still, it would be good to leave a mark, right? It has the effect of driving out other bastards too…’
For a moment, what Lee Myeongho had said flashed through his mind. To be honest, he still didn’t feel like marking Jin Surim. No, Song Hanyeong had no intention of marking anyone. Because the act of getting that close to someone was uncomfortable.
But it seemed better than this stupid, easily swayed man being devoured by another bastard.
‘In that case…’
Song Hanyeong spread Surim’s buttocks to both sides and brought his mouth down below the slightly parted hole. Above the plump testicles, to the narrow perineum.
“Ah, it’s weird… weird…”
When he gathered the smooth flesh of the perineum and bit it lightly with his fangs, Jin Surim moved as if to run away. Song Hanyeong gripped Jin Surim’s buttocks tightly and pulled him back.
“Ah, it hurts.”
“Stay still.”
“But it’s hot and… ah, weird, I’m saying it’s weird… Hngh…!”
Song Hanyeong bit down on Surim’s perineum repeatedly to make small wounds and bit his own tongue to drip his blood onto them. Song Hanyeong’s blood made a faint mark on top. It looked like a small dot, but that was the mark a vampire imprints on a human. To function properly, he would have to do this about five or six more times, so it wasn’t perfect.
But it wasn’t without any effect at all.
“Jin Surim-ssi.”
“Y-yes…”
“I won’t bite your cock, so don’t worry, and relax your back.”
Song Hanyeong whispered as he pushed his finger deep into Jin Surim’s hole. Unlike before, the finger slid in very smoothly. This was one of the effects of the mark. It gently relaxes the prey’s body to suit the vampire’s preference of solving sex and feeding at the same time.
Like this, there was no need to loosen the hole. Song Hanyeong mounted Jin Surim as if covering his back.
“Hah…”
When he grabbed his penis, which had been fully erect for a while now, and pressed it down on that spot, the hole opened smoothly. Song Hanyeong slowly pushed his penis into the hole that squeezed the glans while pulling it inside.
“Ah, wait, wait a moment…”
Surim trembled and tried to shake off the man lying on his back with his chest pressed against him. He had a feeling that something was going wrong.
Is this the right way to have sex? He felt like things had been glossed over somehow.
“Manager-nim, I won’t do… Ah!”
“It’s already too late.”
A low voice resonated in his ear. Surim hunched his shoulders and turned his head. Then Song Hanyeong licked thickly up over his earlobe.
At the same time, Song Hanyeong’s penis, which had been barely hooked with just the glans, began to enter deeper inside. It didn’t hurt, but the feeling of his belly being filled tightly inside was strange.
“Hngh, I don’t like this. My stomach is so full, ah!”
Song Hanyeong’s hand clung to the lower belly of Surim, who was lowering his buttocks as if to escape. He pressed down firmly on the belly so Surim couldn’t escape and couldn’t lower his buttocks. No matter how much he struggled, it was completely useless.
Song Hanyeong’s penis, which had been half pulled out, pushed back deep inside Surim again.
“Hnngh, ugh…”
Surim clenched his teeth tightly and pressed his forehead firmly into the bed. If he didn’t, he felt like he would let out a sobbing-like moan. He didn’t know well, but he was certain it would be a very vulgar sound.
His vision blurred. Tears streamed down.
“I want to stop, I’m scared…”
“What’s so scary?”
Song Hanyeong asked in an affectionate voice. Even in his half-panicked state, Surim responded to Song Hanyeong’s voice and answered.
“It’s tingling and electrifying… I’m scared, Manager-nim.”
“So that’s what scares you.”
“Y-yes…”
“Can’t be helped then.”
“Yes… Hngh! Ah, wait…!”
“Endure it, Surim-ssi.”
The penis that pushed in deeply pressed down on the deep inner place. Surim felt as if stars were popping before his eyes. When he blinked, Song Hanyeong was holding him down tightly as he twisted his waist and moaned.
