By Zephyria That’s How It Happened (5)
Seong Mu-yeon quickly came in Baek Ryeo-il’s hand.
“Haa… haa…”
His long eyelashes fluttered.
“Now sleep. It’s late.”
As Seong Mu-yeon slumped, Baek Ryeo-il regained some reason and pulled him away. He hadn’t even sorted out his feelings yet, and this was enough with a drunk person.
But Seong Mu-yeon didn’t let go. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his neck and clung to him.
“No…”
“Seriously, what’s with your drinking habits? You’re never allowed to drink again.”
Baek Ryeo-il grumbled, pushing away Seong Mu-yeon, who was trying to shower him with small kisses.
Seong Mu-yeon, who was being pushed away weakly, grabbed his still erect member, which hadn’t yet released.
“Master Baek hasn’t gone yet.”
“It’s okay. It’ll go down if you leave it.”
“Really? You used to come on to me at every chance, but you’re acting strange these days. Do you have to be so distant?”
Seong Mu-yeon started stroking him up and down with force. Baek Ryeo-il inhaled sharply.
“Do you know? Yakseon Daein said that we were born with the same energy. Is that why our inner harmony is so good?”
He laughed absurdly. Seeing him say things he would never normally say with such a straight face, Baek Ryeo-il couldn’t help but laugh too.
“It’s all because of Master Baek. I’m not satisfied anymore. It’s still not enough…”
Seong Mu-yeon muttered discontentedly. At the same time, he brought his other hand behind himself.
“It’s hot and itchy here, so I can’t stand it.”
“…Huh?”
Seong Mu-yeon trembled slightly and lowered his head.
Thump, thump.
Baek Ryeo-il’s heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears. The sight before him was an unparalleled spectacle.
Seong Mu-yeon was pleasuring himself.
Trembling shoulders, erect nipples, and clear liquid forming at the tip of his penis, which was pressed against his belly again, and Seong Mu-yeon’s fingers digging between his spread legs were faintly visible.
“Ah…”
Even the small breaths escaping through his teeth.
Before he knew it, his lower garment had slipped down and was hanging on his knees. Seong Mu-yeon shook Baek Ryeo-il’s member with one hand and slowly stroked between his buttocks with the other.
After loosening himself up adequately, Seong Mu-yeon hastily aligned the tip of Baek Ryeo-il’s member with his own hole and lowered himself.
“Hiss…”
Naturally, it wouldn’t go in easily. In the few days they had been avoiding each other, his elastic hole had closed tightly again. Seong Mu-yeon frowned, finding it difficult, and raised his head. His fair neck was exposed, and the clothes hanging halfway off his shoulders slipped down.
At that moment, Baek Ryeo-il’s patience ran out.
“Need some help?”
He grabbed Seong Mu-yeon’s waist and pressed down hard.
“Hiss!”
Baek Ryeo-il grimaced at the intense pressure as he pushed into the tight hole. He had to grit his teeth to hold back the surging sensation of climax.
“Haa… heok…!”
Unlike his bold approach, Seong Mu-yeon trembled and collapsed into his arms. The two were swept away by intense lust and only gasped for breath for a while.
“Is this what you wanted?”
Seong Mu-yeon, drunk, was damn honest. He finally nodded slightly, making a satisfied sound as if he had finally gotten what he wanted.
As Baek Ryeo-il wrapped one arm around his waist and began to lift him up, Seong Mu-yeon responded actively. He wrapped both arms around Baek Ryeo-il’s shoulders, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensation.
“Deeper, deeper… thrust harder.”
“More?”
Seong Mu-yeon nodded. He showered Baek Ryeo-il’s lips with kisses, as if begging.
If that’s what he wanted, then he should give it to him.
Baek Ryeo-il laid him down on the bed and thrust into him so hard that it made a slapping sound. Every time he plunged into his body, the back of his head tingled. Seong Mu-yeon clung to his shoulders and shook violently up and down.
“Ah, ah…! I, I like it…! Like that…! Ah…!”
“You missed me…? Haa, didn’t you?”
“Ugh…! Hiss.”
Seong Mu-yeon’s inner walls welcomed Baek Ryeo-il. They wrapped around him as if regretting his withdrawal each time he moved in and out. Baek Ryeo-il devoured Seong Mu-yeon’s lips as if searching for sweetness.
He covered the clinging man with his whole body, embraced the hair that had begun to get sweaty, and held him tightly without any gaps. Whenever Baek Ryeo-il’s waist lifted and fell, Seong Mu-yeon’s erect member was wet with the fluid it had released.
The two ejaculated simultaneously. Seong Mu-yeon spurted onto his dry abdomen, and Baek Ryeo-il spurted deep inside his body.
“Seong Mu-yeon, you don’t hate me either, do you.”
“Haa… haa…”
Seong Mu-yeon’s unfocused eyes wandered around. He was out of his mind with the afterglow of the climax. It was as if he couldn’t hear what Baek Ryeo-il was saying.
“Can you change for me? Can you abandon your family, your name, and be reborn? If you do that…”
Baek Ryeo-il placed a deep kiss on his half-closed eyelids.
The junction was wet and slippery with whitish fluid. Baek Ryeo-il enjoyed the afterglow, slowly rubbing inside him without pulling out.
“I…”
Baek Ryeo-il’s member, which had not yet been withdrawn, increased in volume again. Even after ejaculating once, it was still erect, a weapon worthy of being called a murder weapon.
“Hiss…?”
Seong Mu-yeon groaned.
The light thrusting of the afterglow gradually dug deeper.
“Master Baek…”
Seong Mu-yeon called him in a weaker voice after ejaculating twice. Baek Ryeo-il knew what that meant. Seong Mu-yeon always looked like he wanted to pass out around this point. It was the same now.
“You started it.”
Baek Ryeo-il whispered lowly and licked up his ear. At the same time, he slowly but deeply pushed in what had been pulled out enough to hang on the entrance.
“Hiss…?”
Like a rogue who, once allowed, would climb endlessly, Baek Ryeo-il’s insertion grew deeper and deeper. The passage was wet, so it smoothly accepted his movements without any difficulty.
When he went this deep, Baek Ryeo-il always felt like he was blocked by something. He thought that was the end and didn’t push any further, but today, Seong Mu-yeon’s inner walls were unusually hot and sweet.
So he didn’t stop there and pressed his waist down as much as he could.
“Ugh… too, too deep… sob.”
Seong Mu-yeon made a crying sound.
Squeak.
“No…”
Seong Mu-yeon shook his head and looked down at his abdomen. He seemed worried that his belly would be pierced by Baek Ryeo-il.
“Just a little more. Huh?”
Seong Mu-yeon was the one who drank, but Baek Ryeo-il seemed to be the one who was drunk. He coaxed and soothed Seong Mu-yeon in a sweet voice. Seong Mu-yeon rolled his eyes as if confused, then moved his lips.
“T, then kiss me…”
Baek Ryeo-il grinned and devoured his lips. Red tongues intertwined with each other. Seong Mu-yeon passionately explored his lips as if licking a sweet candy. Meanwhile, Baek Ryeo-il went deeper and deeper.
The blocked end gradually opened, and at the same time as Baek Ryeo-il’s blunt end forced its way into the unknown territory, Seong Mu-yeon’s pupils widened greatly.
“Your inside, haa… is too tight.”
“Ah, ah…!”
Seong Mu-yeon forgot to kiss and threw his head back. At that moment, Baek Ryeo-il felt an intense pleasure that seemed to burn his spine strike his entire body.
It was so good it was ecstatic.
Seong Mu-yeon trembled all over, and even though he wasn’t touched, white liquid dripped from the tip of his penis.
He threw his head back and revealed his vulnerable Adam’s apple.
Baek Ryeo-il couldn’t stand it and blindly began to pound. Seong Mu-yeon’s body heaved with the passionate insertion.
“Ah, aaugh…! Master Baek…! Ah…!”
“Haa… I think I’m going to cum…”
“Aah…!”
Seong Mu-yeon’s entire body suddenly stiffened, and his inner walls writhed as if squeezing Baek Ryeo-il. His throat even made a choking sound. Baek Ryeo-il, unable to withstand such stimulation, once again poured himself into his body.
The two embraced each other, covered in sweat, and heaved their chests as they caught their breath for a while.
Baek Ryeo-il looked at the man lying inside his arms. Seong Mu-yeon, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, also looked up at him. It was a distance close enough for their eyelashes to touch.
Seong Mu-yeon blinked slowly, and their touching eyelashes tickled each other.
Whenever he mingled with Seong Mu-yeon, his reason and thoughts were paralyzed by intense pleasure, but this time, it shook his soul. Seong Mu-yeon’s hand, which he had reached out first, pulled out what he had hidden deep inside and, furthermore, turned him inside out.
Baek Ryeo-il pressed his lips tightly against his moist lips. Their tongues did not intertwine. It wasn’t a kiss to mingle bodies. It was a kiss that originated solely from the desire to swallow all of the other’s breath.
His feelings for Seong Mu-yeon had grown without him realizing it, and now they were too much to handle.
When he took his lips away, Seong Mu-yeon looked at Baek Ryeo-il with half-blurred eyes. As the heightened climax subsided, the alcohol seemed to be consuming him as his tension was released.
“Master Baek…”
Seong Mu-yeon called his name like a sigh, then slowly closed his eyes.
Baek Ryeo-il pressed his lips on his eyelids. Then he returned to his lips via his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. In the meantime, the person in his arms fell fast asleep and his body slumped.
Baek Ryeo-il hugged him tightly in his arms and thought.
‘If I can’t change the person, I’ll embrace him.’
Grow as big as a mountain, grow big enough to cover one person, and cover him. Just like now, embrace him in his shadow and hide him so that no one can look inside. He would make it so that no one would dare to touch his flaws as the son of the Demonic Cult.
Baek Ryeo-il was confident.
If he does something wrong, he just needs to lead him to the right path.
‘Yes, that’s all I need to do.’