By Zephyria 
HF 62
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“Agh!” Ho-yeon let out a sharp cry as his neck was suddenly bitten. With Mu-gyeong’s teeth marks now vivid on his nape, following those on his ankle, Ho-yeon’s eyes widened in surprise.
Before he could be bitten again, Ho-yeon covered his neck with his hand. As he did, he looked directly into Mu-gyeong’s red eyes. They were so close that they could feel each other’s breath.
“Then it should be a proper discipline.”
If that itself was the rule of the demon sect, then it ought to be so.
“Ridiculous lecturing,” Mu-gyeong scoffed, as if the notion were absurd. For a moment, Ho-yeon looked at him with unfamiliar eyes.
Since when had he encountered this man’s laughter so frequently? Whether it was a sneer or a genuine smile, he was certainly showing far more varied expressions than at first. They said one must discard human emotions to become the heavenly demon, but the man before him did not seem inhuman.
Ho-yeon wondered. Could it be that Cheon Mu-gyeong was changing because of him? But who was he to think such an impossible delusion? He was nothing more than Mu-gyeong’s ice pack.
The bridge of Mu-gyeong’s high nose brushed against the hand covering his neck. Not stopping there, Mu-gyeong reached out without hesitation. Ho-yeon clamped his thighs together, but his member, having already reacted to Mu-gyeong’s yang energy, was erect and impossible to hide. However, instead of grasping the member, Mu-gyeong forced his pressed thighs apart.
Ho-yeon strained his thighs until his face turned beet red, but the muscle pain from his physical training was the problem. Even a slight pressure from the other’s touch caused a sharp ache, making his legs spread involuntarily.
Though he was wearing sleeping robes, his body jolted when a hot hand touched the inside of his thigh.
“No, stop…!”
Since strength was not working, Ho-yeon put power into his voice.
“Efficient or not, I clearly told you I wouldn’t do this.”
“Why?”
Ho-gyeon let out a breath of exasperation at the sheer audacity. Mu-gyeong’s tone sounded as if he couldn’t understand what the problem was with them rubbing their bodies together like this.
“I’m sure I told you. This kind of thing…”
“That it should only be done with someone you share affection for?”
“Since you know it so well…”
Ho-yeon narrowed his eyes.
“Then why should I follow that?”
“…”
Ho-yeon’s mouth hung open in sheer absurdity. He felt he should retract his thought about the man seeming human.
Mu-gyeong’s red eyes held a light that suggested he didn’t know the slightest thing about emotions like affection or love. Though Ho-yeon had spoken the words, he didn’t exactly know what love was either. However, he had at least seen it.
That night, after leaving the cave of the eternal snow mountains and attacking the Ice Palace Lord while half-out of his mind, the Lord had been willing to throw away his own life to save his wife. He felt that, at the very least, that was the emotion called love. But there was no way to explain that to Mu-gyeong.
“Perhaps because you… visit the courtesan houses often, you don’t really know.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Ho-yeon regretted them. In truth, claiming to frequent courtesan houses seemed to have been a smokescreen to deceive him.
“What don’t I know?”
As if Mu-gyeong only tolerated Ho-yeon when he was talking, the moment he stopped speaking, Mu-gyeong gripped deep between his thighs. “Ugh!” His rounded testicles were pressed slightly by the bones of the other’s hand, and Ho-yeon tried desperately to push his body upward. However, since the back of his neck was still held, he couldn’t budge an inch.
“I know that not everyone in the world who loves each other… has that kind of relationship. But not me. I believe it’s right to only do this with someone I love.”
“Is that so?”
It sounded as if he were questioning if Ho-yeon actually felt that way, which made Ho-yeon flare up.
“Why? It’s not wrong.”
“Isn’t it too late to be guarding your chastity?”
“Me?” Ho-yeon countered.
“Every time we sleep, you strip off your robes and pounce on me to the point where I might have to change the rules of this cult.”
Ho-yeon felt dizzy from the onslaught of Mu-gyeong’s words. He was the one stripping and pouncing, and because of that, the cult’s rules had to be changed?
As his member was gripped firmly over the sleeping robes, Ho-yeon let out a white breath. Strangely, the longer he spent with him, the more the yin energy in his body threatened to explode. Especially after Mu-gyeong had cleared his middle dantian. It was as if he had a mission to cool the lava boiling with his yin energy.
“Ah… it hurts…!”
He gripped so harshly that sparks seemed to fly before Ho-yeon’s eyes. It was a shock so intense that he felt he might make a mistake an adult should never make.
“And after rubbing this against me all night, you talk about love?”
The low chuckle made his ears itch. He had the illusion that if the man applied more pressure, his member might actually burst in his hand. Perhaps it wasn’t just a simple illusion like before. Ho-yeon furrowed his brow deeply and panted like a beast caught by its vitals.
“When did I… don’t, don’t lie.”
“Did I not tell you about your sleeping habits?”
“I thought you said they were just severe.”
He had certainly said such a thing. But Ho-yeon had assumed it just meant kicking or tossing and turning violently.
Thinking back, the fact that his cock had been sore for a while, and the way he had become erect like this from Mu-gyeong’s yang energy—there were many suspicious points, so Ho-yeon couldn’t stubbornly deny his words. But even so, it made no sense for him to treat his member so cruelly.
“You… you’re a man too, you should know how much this, agh, hurts.”
Ho-yeon also put strength into his hand and gripped Mu-gyeong’s member. However, it was so massive that he could only manage to grip the glans. A hot breath escaped Mu-gyeong’s lips as well. It was a moist breath steeped not in pain, but in lust.
Even as Ho-yeon squeezed hard to torment him, there was no sign of pain. The only saving grace was that the hand gripping his own became slightly more merciful.
The pre-cum leaking from the glans soaked through the lower garments and soon made Ho-yeon’s palm damp. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, he tried to pull his hand away, but Mu-gyeong pressed down hard on his lower body. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the hard member thrust upward strongly against his testicles.
“Ah-eut…!”
A tingling sensation raced from his testicles to the crown of his head. In an instant, Mu-gyeong spread his thighs wide and gripped one in each hand, effectively trapping him between his legs.
If it weren’t for the precariously draped sleeping robes, his erect cock and tight testicles would have been fully visible. Mu-gyeong’s lower garments had slipped down to his thighs, the waist tie having come undone from Ho-yeon’s tossing and turning. He had been shirtless from the start.
Ho-yeon, who had looked down to see his own state, quickly averted his gaze. The light from the lantern cast a shadow, making the presence of the member look even more menacing. He had no choice but to meet Mu-gyeong’s eyes again.
“You say it’s a lie?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then you’ll have to show me exactly how Young Master Wi did it again.”
Mu-gyeong once again pushed up from the perineum toward the testicles. Ho-yeon couldn’t understand why, despite his fragile testicles being abused as if they were being beaten, the sensation reaching his lower abdomen was a tingling one.
When Ho-yeon tried to push Mu-gyeong away, the man wrapped both arms around his shoulders. Consequently, Ho-yeon’s pale cheeks were crushed against Mu-gyeong’s hard shoulders.
“You… you libertine…!”
Trying to speak while his face was pressed, saliva he couldn’t swallow leaked from the corner of his mouth.
“Did you do this kind of cock-play because you aren’t like that?”
The voice was so close it felt as if his ears were being devoured by Mu-gyeong. Cheon Mu-gyeong was framing him, claiming that he had moved his hips in this manner.
“You told me, ah, you told me I was pathetic…!”
“What?” he whispered.
“You’re… you’re not pathetic at all, so how are we the same! Ha-eut!”
For a moment, Mu-gyeong thrust his cock up strongly and then stopped. A breath, hotter than before, leaked from his lips. For some reason, Ho-yeon could instinctively tell that Mu-gyeong had become more aroused.
“I’ll… I’ll admit that I have sleeping habits…”
Ho-yeon panted, still held in the other’s arms. He pushed Mu-gyeong away as if coaxing him to stop now. Fortunately, Mu-gyeong released him from the arms that had entwined his body. He had been held so tightly that red marks remained where his cheeks had been pressed.
The pre-cum Mu-gyeong had left had deeply stained Ho-yeon’s blue sleeping robes. Ho-yeon slid his hand down toward that spot.
“From now on, let’s sleep separately. That’ll solve it.”
Suddenly, Mu-gyeong gripped Ho-yeon’s cheek. Then, lowering himself to a distance where their lips almost touched, he spoke.
“Given how many times you’ve played with my cock, I’m far from finished paying you back.”