Where Vermouth’s head turned was Ian’s bare skin, exposed defensively beneath his loose shorts.
The moment his cool, firm lips touched the inside of Ian’s knee, Ian’s body flinched greatly in reflex. Vermouth firmly wrapped his one remaining thick arm around Ian’s calf as he tried to escape. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t allow any room to slip away either.
“Hng, hey! Not there.”
“It’s fine. I’ll take care of everything myself.”
Vermouth whispered in a low, sunken voice. Every time his hot breath touched the tender skin on the inside of Ian’s thigh, Ian clutched the pillow in his arms as if it would shatter.
Damn Regnasia. The goddess of war had another side to her—love. And pleasure was also included in love.
The power Ian wielded had similarities to her divine authority. Unlike ordinary healing that cured others’ wounds without cost, removing the terrible demonic poison that had seeped into his very bones required an act.
That is, skinship filled with affection. As body heat mixed and skin touched, as saliva was exchanged and pleasure heightened, the purity of divine power and the speed of healing amplified exponentially.
Vermouth’s lips slowly sucked on the soft flesh of Ian’s inner thigh.
From where his lips touched, warm golden divine power rose like a heat haze and flowed into Vermouth’s veins. At the same time, the black demonic energy coiled inside his body burned away from the divine power, creating a tingling stimulus.
That strange wave generated as the demonic energy was purified traveled up Ian’s spine intact, transforming into thrilling sexual pleasure.
“Ah, hnng! Ngh, Vermouth, wait, that’s too low!”
“…You’re sweet.”
Vermouth lifted his head slightly and looked up at Ian with violet eyes that had deepened like a beast’s.
This bastard. His reason had already half flown away.
A faint blush colored his complexion, which had been pale from suppressing the demonic energy. His lips, wet with saliva and reddened, were seductive.
“Your body’s scent, and this tender power you pour out to save me. Everything is so maddeningly sweet that it’s hard to endure.”
“D-don’t talk crazy and just finish quickly. We need to clean this up before hyung comes back.”
“He hasn’t been gone long, so we still have time. Don’t be impatient.”
Vermouth stopped kissing Ian’s thigh and smoothly slid his body upward.
Wrapping his one arm firmly around Ian’s waist, he pressed completely against the bed and cast a deep shadow over Ian’s face. Though he hadn’t removed the t-shirt, their lower bodies were already locked together without gaps, sharing each other’s burning heat completely.
“Kiss me.”
Vermouth’s large hand carefully cupped Ian’s cheek. It was a tender touch, as if handling the world’s most fragile glass craft.
“If it were up to me, I’d want to do other things too, but I’ll restrain myself with this.”
Restrain what! You’re already not restraining yourself. Ian had much he wanted to say but held back.
Ian lifted his face slightly from where it was buried in the pillow and met eyes with Vermouth looking down at him. He always pretended to be cold and cruel, but at this moment, his eyes were those of a beast thirsting and craving for its master’s warmth. Ian finally let out a small sigh and closed his eyes.
“Just a little. Don’t put your tongue in too deep.”
Maybe because his build was large, his tongue was similar. Sometimes when he dug in too deep, nausea would rise. As soon as permission was given, Vermouth’s lips greedily devoured Ian’s lips.
“Mmph, ngh, nng!”
Lips collided and hot tongues tangled. Vermouth hugged Ian’s waist so hard that veins bulged on his remaining forearm, and entered deeply as if to swallow him whole.
Only explicit and lewd sounds echoed through the room.
Vermouth’s tongue ravaging Ian’s mouth was hot and persistent. It swept down the roof of his mouth and ensnared Ian’s escaping tongue, sucking it stickily.
“Haa, nngh. Ver, Vermouth. Can’t breathe….”
“Ian-nim, my god.”
Now he’s even committing blasphemy without hesitation.
Ian tried to twist his head away to escape as he ran out of breath, but Vermouth tenaciously followed, burying hot lips on his jawline and nape.
“Ahng! There, don’t bite!”
He licked thoroughly up where the pulse beat on the nape with his tongue, then started gnawing and leaving possessive marks.
Thanks to the divine power that flowed explosively each time he stimulated him, Vermouth’s grotesquely protruding black veins subsided like a lie and were regaining their white skin. It was proof that the purification was being carried out perfectly.
But Vermouth’s reason, intoxicated by the pleasure of purification, had completely flown away.
“Give me more. Give me more of yourself.”
The hand groping his thigh dug into his underwear. Then it grabbed his half-erect member and rubbed somewhat roughly. Since it was with a calloused palm, it hurt, but that didn’t mean it didn’t give pleasure.
Vermouth grabbed Ian’s protruding member together with his own and started rubbing. His toes curled involuntarily at the familiar sensation washing over him.
“Hii. Ngh, nngh. Gently, more gently.”
Vermouth’s large hand suddenly entered inside the loose t-shirt. As his hot, rough palm swept up Ian’s bare waist, Ian’s waist arched like a bow and trembled.
Though he’d refused caresses on his upper body, the beast’s instinct was beyond control.
“It won’t do. Still, there are still dirty remnants of poison deep inside. I need more of you, Ian-nim.”
“Don’t lie, ahh! Hahnng!”
As Vermouth’s fingers that had entered inside the t-shirt flicked and teased his sensitive nipples, an unsuppressed sweet moan burst from Ian’s mouth.
Stimulated by that sound, Vermouth’s eyes sank even more dangerously. He pulled Ian’s waist close, grinding with their lower bodies pressed together without gaps. Vermouth’s center, already swollen hard, was rubbing explicitly against Ian’s thigh.
“Vermouth! You really!”
“Even if you punish me, I’ll accept it gladly. But just let me hold you a little more right now.”
Vermouth softly placated Ian’s resistance and once again deeply devoured his lips.
Their saliva stretched like silver threads, and their body heat mixed as if boiling over. The golden divine power that had filled the room finally burned away perfectly even the last handful of demonic energy remaining in Vermouth’s body.
“Haa, haa….”
How much time had passed?
Even after the purification was completely finished, Vermouth didn’t release Ian’s lips for a long while. Only after Ian panted and struck his shoulder repeatedly with his breath rising to his chin did their lips finally separate.
“Haa. Crazy bastard. I told you not to touch the top….”
Ian gasped for breath with tears welling at the corners of his eyes.
His t-shirt was rolled up to his chest, and red kiss marks were messily stamped all over his exposed nape and collarbone. It was an appearance where it was obvious to anyone that he’d used purification as an excuse to satisfy personal desires.
But Vermouth swept back his sweat-dampened bangs, wearing the world’s most refreshed and satisfied smile.
The demonic poison that had bound his body had disappeared without a trace, and he’d recovered his peak condition. He tenderly swept away the disheveled bangs of Ian lying collapsed on the bed, panting.
“Ian-nim is my salvation.”
Vermouth pressed his lips to Ian’s ear and whispered low.
“If you would only permit it, whether it’s Empire’s Guild Master or those damn demonic bastards, I’ll tear them all apart with my own hands and lay them at your feet.”
“Don’t say such brutal things, please.”
Ian let out an empty laugh as if dumbfounded and pushed away Vermouth’s chest.
Though his words were curt, Ian’s reddened cheeks and earlobes showed no sign of cooling. It was hard to distinguish whether it was because of the afterglow of purification, or because of his blind fervor that had been devouring him just moments ago.
“Got it, so hurry up and go wash. You smell like sweat.”
“Shall we wash together? You seem tired.”
“You really want to die? I’ll give you one second, so dash to the bathroom.”
Ian picked up a pillow rolling beside him and threw it hard at Vermouth’s face.
Even with the barrage of abuse, Vermouth didn’t care and just wore a happy smile as he lightly caught the pillow. At least on this bed right now, that noisy Choi Jaeheon didn’t exist, nor did that bug-like bastard who flew in from America. It was a perfect world with only him and the Saint, just the two of them.
***
Once the poison was completely removed, his arm regrew quickly too. What would happen when the guy who clung to him even with one arm had two? Such thoughts occurred to him, but he couldn’t just leave it as is either.
“But really, how did you do that with just one arm?”
Ian blushed, recalling the time he’d spent with Vermouth.
