Jihwan's tongue slid first over Seonyeong's upper lip, then his lower, and then completely filled his mouth. The deep, increasingly greedy movements caused wet, suggestive sounds that tickled the ears. Seonyeong's body gradually began to heat up.
When Seonyeong opened his eyes again, he saw a burning intensity in Jihwan's gaze. A sudden desire, akin to hunger, spread in his stomach like a wildfire.
Their bodies naturally pressed against each other, and their hips began to move in unison. Their quickened breaths mingled. When the lips, greedily sucking his tongue, finally pulled away with a light smack, a pink tongue slipped out with a soft gasp.
They collapsed onto the bed. Finding himself underneath, Seonyeong finally came to his senses and gasped. Kang Jihwan's hands effortlessly pulled off Seonyeong's robe, holding his bare waist and back. The robe's sash, already useless, was completely untied.
Jihwan, hovering over him, brought his face close to Seonyeong's and stared intently. The man's pounding heart echoed in his ears. Lying down and looking from above, Jihwan appeared different from when he was standing—overpoweringly potent, making it difficult for a sober mind to endure.
Seonyeong swallowed and said:
— Hey, you're not...
— I am of sound mind. Then and now.
"Well, yeah… of course, Hypnosis doesn't work on you..."
Kang Jihwan, gathering the last remnants of his sanity, asked:
— ...You don't want this?
— No, it's just... you hate vampires.
As he said this, Seonyeong wanted to slap his own lips.
No, it's just"—what a start! It sounded like he wanted it, but something was in the way!
Jihwan paused slightly, then replied:
— But you are the exception.
Simultaneously, his large hand slid across Seonyeong's bare back. Seonyeong's body twitched. Seeing Jihwan's lips moving toward his collarbone, Seonyeong hurriedly exclaimed:
— You... you were trying to establish a hierarchy back then! Remember?
Jihwan, nipping at his collarbone, quietly mumbled:
— I don't remember.
— What nonsense are you talking about, you shameless brat... Hmmph!
The instant he uttered those words, Jihwan's right hand encircled Seonyeong's thin waist, and his lips closed around the small nipple visible right in front of him. Seonyeong's breathing involuntarily became ragged; a strange, ticklish sensation arose. Although there was practically nothing to suck, Jihwan was putting in incredible effort. Even the hot and soft tongue gliding over his body was incredibly stimulating on its own. When he began to greedily suck the darkened nipple, blood immediately rushed downward.
Perhaps because he had just gotten out of the bath, or due to the excitement, Seonyeong's usually cool body became strangely warm.
Jihwan was probing the center of the nipple with his tongue, while his left hand gently squeezed the other, neglected one.
— M-mh...!
Seonyeong shook his head in confusion. But this did not mean he was asking him to stop. Jihwan pressed him down with his whole body, preventing him from escaping. Each time Seonyeong writhed from the overwhelming sensations, Jihwan adjusted his waist, leaving marks on his paper-white body. The harder Jihwan played with his nipples, the tighter Seonyeong gripped his muscular forearm, as if it were a lifeline.
This kind of intimacy, where all the attention was on him, was something he hadn't experienced in a very long time. Until now, he was the one actively pleasing his partner, but for someone to bite and suck his cold body like this...
— Should I touch here too?
— M-m!...
Jihwan, who had managed to sit up unnoticed, ran his hand over Seonyeong's erect member. Seonyeong suddenly felt a wave of emotion wash over him. He was wearing nothing but his bathrobe, and as if unwrapping a package, Jihwan easily spread it open. Yet, Jihwan himself was still in his own clothes, albeit slightly wrinkled, but perfectly decent. Seonyeong, blushing to the tips of his ears, mumbled:
— You... you take your clothes off too.
— As you wish.
Kang Jihwan immediately stripped off his clothes. It was hard to say exactly when he had started obeying Seonyeong so decisively—it was even embarrassing. Shoulders as broad as fields, a sculpted six-pack, arms as powerful as pillars—everything was clearly outlined in the hotel room's light. And that monstrous tool that had swelled... Before Seonyeong could properly examine it, it was already pressed against his own member and began to rub.
Before he could catch his breath from the shock of the size, a moan already escaped his mouth.
— H-aa...!
Jihwan grasped both organs with one large palm and began to move. Seonyeong felt like he was about to cum even from these rough touches. His toes involuntarily curled, and goosebumps ran down his thighs. At some point, Jihwan's hand stopped, and Seonyeong, lying down, began to furiously thrust his hips. In response, Jihwan's shining eyes greedily scanned his body.
With a hazy gaze, Seonyeong involuntarily mumbled:
— Good...
— Good? Already?
— Uh-huh... But yours... I don't think it'll fit.
He had been waiting for the moment to say this since he felt its volume in his palm. If he tried to shove that inside, he would die. But Kang Jihwan's expression was resolute.
— It fit then.
— I wasn't myself then, but now...
— Ah.
Jihwan nodded as if he understood, and suddenly slid his hand under Seonyeong's knee, sharply pushing it upward. In this unfamiliar position, with his thighs almost folded and his butt lifted, Seonyeong tried to move but couldn't easily change position. And at that moment, Jihwan's pink tongue suddenly touched his opening.
— A-ah! Wait!
Seonyeong flinched. But his weak protest was easily suppressed when Jihwan's tongue pierced his hole. His back arched. The slippery, wet tongue slid where it shouldn't, causing a wave of incredible pleasure.
— A-ah, m-m-m... No... Stop... H-aa...
When the tongue traced his perineum, his member, glistening with excitement, twitched. Soon, the opening became wet. When the tip of the tongue penetrated the narrow spot, Seonyeong felt like he was about to cry from shame. His face was burning.
In the last 180 years, Jihwan was the first person to treat his body this way. And the craziest thing was that it... wasn't entirely unpleasant. Why was he so good at this?
— Please, stop...
Seonyeong's face turned crimson. He covered it with his hands. This was not a dark, cheap hotel with a single lamp, nor a cramped car where they, crazed by blood, only thought about overpowering each other. Under the bright, daylight-like illumination, Seonyeong shuddered, feeling as if all his most shameful places were exposed.
But Kang Jihwan was persistent. Spreading the legs of Seonyeong, who was lying on his back, he stuck out his tongue again. His hands fixed Seonyeong's thighs on his shoulders, preventing him from changing his pose. Seonyeong was forced to fully accept these sensations. Incoherent, nasal sounds escaped his throat as the persistent tongue continued to explore the sensitive area.
Jihwan's fingers, lubricated with saliva, entered him—first the middle, then the index.
The movements were slow. Thorough. Not like last time.
He deliberately touched the prostate.
Seonyeong's member, which Jihwan was caressing, bringing it to the very edge but not letting him cum, became painfully hot. Continuously pressing the sensitive spot within the narrow passage, he began to ignore the front part. Each time the reddened Seonyeong tried to touch himself, Jihwan caught his hand and stopped him. Even in an aroused state, three fingers inside seemed almost unbearable. When the muscles contracted in a convulsive spasm, Kang Jihwan suddenly accelerated his movements.
— A-ah! M-m-m, a-a-a... H-h-h...
Gradually, his lower back lifted, and his lower abdomen tensed. His fingers, clutching Jihwan's muscular arms, also tightened more and more—it seemed every tendon, every muscle contour, was visible through the skin.
— A-ah, a-a-a, a-a!
The moan, growing in intensity, burst from his chest as if Seonyeong was about to reach his limit. The orgasm was approaching rapidly. His head pressed into the pillow, his ankles tensed, his calves became hard as stone.
— I... I'm going to... cum!...
Finally, reaching the peak, Seonyeong arched his back, and then his body shook several times under the endless thrusts of the fingers. Liquid semen had already splashed onto his abdomen, pooling in his navel. The contracting internal muscles seemed unwilling to release the fingers. Jihwan smirked with lips glistening with saliva:
— Well? Was it good?
— You son of a bitch...
Kang Jihwan smiled smugly. Then he caught Seonyeong's body, trembling from orgasm, and pressed his excited, veiny member against the stretched opening.
— No... no...
— Now you're not yourself, so I think it'll fit just right.
— No, that's not the point... m-m, h-h!...
The thick, massive shaft forced its way into the narrow passage, as if splitting Seonyeong's body. He clenched his teeth from the pain and the ticklish sensation. For a moment, the member got stuck in the narrow spot, but then it ruthlessly plunged deeper.
— Hh-aak!
Seonyeong held his breath and grabbed Jihwan's neck. From the moment their lips met, he had somewhat expected this, but now everything was... Too... Too good.
The member, slowly sliding inside, rotated, rubbing against the deepest spots, forcing Seonyeong's jaw to unclench. From the strange, almost electric sensation, as if even his hair was standing on end, his lower back involuntarily arched. When fingers slid along his spine, Seonyeong squirmed from the tickle. Obeying the rising pleasure, he began to move his hips, and waves of ecstasy rose from below, becoming brighter.
Jihwan firmly held his pelvis, fixing him in the right position, as he drove himself into him. Leaning down, he captured Seonyeong's earlobe with his warm, wet lips. Goosebumps ran across his skin from the soft touch.
— Well? Does this look like establishing a hierarchy too? — he whispered in a low voice. — You... psycho...
Jihwan's aroused breath was hot on his ear in sync with the powerful thrusts. It was impossible to resist—the tempo was getting rougher, Seonyeong's body was tossed with every movement. His legs were spread to the limit, and the vulgar smacks of skin on skin echoed loudly in the room.
— A-ah, m-m, a-a, h-h...
Seonyeong's ragged moans grew louder, and Jihwan, ruthlessly driving himself into him, accelerated even more.
At some point, Jihwan flipped Seonyeong over, lifted his hips, and entered him from behind. In this position, the internal walls squeezed him even tighter.
Jihwan pressed Seonyeong's shin with his knee, holding him steady, and roughly squeezed his chest with his free hand. The excessive stimulation was no longer just tickling—now it hurt. It seemed that his huge palms left imprints on the delicate skin, like traces from a hot frying pan.
— A-ah, damn... psycho... stop touching...
— I'm close to cumming.
— Then finish faster!
— Except I think we didn't put on a condom.
— What the hell...
Jihwan squeezed his earlobe with his teeth and whispered:
— Say it like you did before.
— W-what?...
— Ask me to cum inside.
— ...!
Seonyeong's body was thrown back and forth in sync with the squelching sounds. Even if he tried to escape, he was held in place.
— A-ah... h-h... hey...
— Don't pretend it didn't happen. Remember this.
— F-fine... a-ah... fine, just cum already...
The consent, practically forced out, made Jihwan's back tremble. At the same moment, Seonyeong, with a choked cry, also reached orgasm. Thick semen dripped onto the sheets.
At the same moment, he felt something hot spread inside him. Seonyeong froze for a moment with his mouth half-open, his forehead pressed into the pillow, then breathed heavily. Everything in his head seemed to turn white.
"What was that?"
When his breathing somewhat normalized, Jihwan asked:
— Are you okay?
— ...Yeah.
Actually, no. He felt too stunned.
"What the hell was that?..."
He had never experienced anything like this with any woman. To hide his confusion, Seonyeong deliberately answered coldly:
— Hey, if you're done, pull out.
And then Jihwan said something shocking from behind him:
— I'm not finished yet.
— What?
Seonyeong sharply turned his head, staring at him. And then he felt, in an incredible way, Jihwan's member, still inside him, hardened again. Seonyeong, already limp and relaxed, tensed up.
— No, hey, wait...
Jihwan grinned devilishly.
— Now let's try another position.
Seonyeong gasped, exhausted. At the same moment, Jihwan unexpectedly slid his hands under his knees and lifted him into the air in one motion. Finding himself in a ridiculous pose with his legs spread wide in an "M" shape and staring at the black TV screen, Seonyeong was confused.
— ...!?
He had never tried anything like this. Seeing his stunned silence, Jihwan quietly chuckled.
— How do you like this?
Simultaneously, he began to furiously thrust his hips while standing, pulling new moans from Seonyeong.
— Hh-aak! M-m, a-ah! Hh?
Reflected in the mirror surface of the TV, he could see Jihwan's member appearing and disappearing between his buttocks. The pose with his legs lifted and spread caused an alarming feeling, as if he would fall at the slightest movement. But it was also stimulating.
— Hey, wait, stop! M-m!
In this vertical position, Jihwan's long, thick member penetrated even deeper, literally turning Seonyeong inside out. The stimulation so soon after orgasm was maddening. The semen left inside from Jihwan's previous ejaculation created suggestive squelching sounds, making every movement even wetter and more sensual.
His body felt like it was undergoing electric torture from the relentless impact of the huge member, aimed right at his sensitive spots. The feeling of weightlessness, with his feet not touching the floor, only intensified the sharp sensations. With every powerful thrust, his hips and toes involuntarily tensed, and he, like a cicada clinging to an old tree trunk, could only moan, gripping Jihwan.
— M-m... a-ah... h-h... a-a!
— Do you like it?
— M-m... yes... a-a!
Seonyeong nodded obliviously. It felt as if his whole body was dissolving, disappearing. In the end, he simply let go of the last remnants of control. Soon, he was thrown back onto the bed. An unfamiliar yet incredibly pleasant sensation as their naked bodies merged closely, without the slightest gap. It felt like lovemaking.
***
He didn't even remember how many more times they did it afterward. The only important thing was that when he woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. And that lustful bastard had come to his room at three in the morning. His lower back and crotch ached from overexertion. Moaning, Seonyeong reached for the water bottle left by the bed since the evening.
— M-mh...
Struggling to sit up, he eagerly gulped down water. It had been a long time—no, perhaps never—that his throat felt so dry after sex.
"Isn't he a genuine monster?"
Seonyeong sat up, propped a pillow behind his back, and looked dissatisfied at Jihwan's back, who was lying face down next to him. The broad back was covered in small scratches.
He lowered his head and ran his hands over his face.
"To be honest..."
"It was too good."
If men like him had existed since the time of the Ancient Families, Seonyeong probably would have sought relationships not with women, but exclusively with men. Now he even regretted choosing only women all these years.
With a sigh, he checked his phone—there were several messages from different people. Lo Dan asked why he didn't come to breakfast, Lo was worried if he was sick, Seo Raon asked him to contact him when he woke up...
But all messages abruptly stopped at a certain point. Apparently, they had figured out he was with Kang Jihwan after all.
Seonyeong stared thoughtfully at the back of the man sleeping beside him.
"What are you thinking about?"
The words Jihwan had said to him a few hours ago surfaced in his mind:
— It wasn't a mistake. What happened between us in the car... I don't want to pretend it didn't happen.
...It was precisely because of those words that he lost his mind and got more aroused than he should have.
Seonyeong always believed that the only one who truly accepted him for who he was was Mateo. But he hadn't expected a person to appear who, knowing he was a vampire, would still want to be with him.
This was a completely different case from Rian. Rian saw Seonyeong as his savior and was ready to even feign death if he ordered it. But Kang Jihwan desired to take a place right next to him.
He was the first person who, after seeing Seonyeong drink blood and even losing his own, wanted to maintain a connection with him. Seonyeong unconsciously placed his hand on his chest.
"Am I... worried?"
But at that moment: — What are you thinking about so deeply?
Jihwan next to him stirred and naturally wrapped his arm around his waist. Seonyeong looked down at him, then managed to say with a slightly trembling voice:
— ...I think you scare me.
Jihwan propped himself up. His messy hair looked funny.
— What's scary about it?
— When someone suddenly breaks into someone else's room and brings a person to this state, it's quite logical.
— It seemed like you enjoyed it yesterday.
Seonyeong immediately slapped his hand. Jihwan just smirked complacently. Seonyeong held his gaze for a moment, then suddenly asked with an icy expression:
— ...What would you have done if I had refused your proposition yesterday?
The unexpected question hung in the air. The smile slowly faded from Jihwan's face. He lowered his head, ran his large palms over his face, then replied seriously:
— Then I would have tried to convince you again.
— How?
— Any way possible.
Silence fell. Seonyeong ran his hand through his hair several times, then took a deep breath.
— Hey, I'm embarrassed to even ask this, but... Do you really like me?
Outwardly he looked calm, but inside he was tense to the extreme, never taking his eyes off Jihwan. Every second that passed without an answer made Seonyeong's nerves feel stretched tight, as if his skin was being pricked with needles. Finally, Jihwan asked:
— ...If I say that's the case, what would it change?
For a moment, Seonyeong's vision blurred. And he would be lying if there wasn't a hint of joy in that dizziness. But he asked the question that truly bothered him:
— ...Why? I don't understand.
— I don't understand myself either.
Seonyeong, who had been straining all his facial muscles until then, involuntarily laughed. There was sincerity in those words. Then Jihwan added:
— But one thought just occurred to me. If one day you become human again... I want to be by your side.
Their gazes met briefly. Seonyeong was so stunned that he was speechless. He couldn't imagine hearing something like that from Kang Jihwan. Then he continued:
— I used to have prejudices against vampires. I thought they were all just parasites, monsters who suck blood from humans.
— ...
— But you... You're different.
Jihwan, awkwardly fiddling with his messy hair, looked incredibly sincere. If this disjointed tone was an act, he deserved an acting award. In the end, the embarrassed Seonyeong looked away first.
— Give me time to think. Can you wait until the day after tomorrow, when the tournament ends and I bring the ticket?
— ...Fine.
But then Jihwan pulled his hand again.
— Except he can't wait.
Seonyeong, involuntarily pulled into his embrace, looked down and saw that Jihwan's member was impressively aroused again. He gasped.
— If we go down too late, the others will suspect something!
— They already know. I told them not to look for you because you're with me.
Seonyeong's mouth dropped open in astonishment.
— You psycho... Did you tell everyone that?!
Jihwan smirked.
— They like that we're... getting closer.