By Zephyria 
HF 82
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Cheon Mu-gyeong wrapped his arms around Ho-yeon, who was exhaling breaths chilled with frost. Understanding Mu-gyeong’s intent, Jangun vanished from the Hanwol Pavilion in an instant, not sparing a single glance for Wi Ho-yeon.
Even amidst the suffocating pressure, Ho-yeon burrowed deeper into Mu-gyeong’s embrace. He welcomed the arms holding him, just as he had the day he fell from the cliff.
Ho-yeon groaned as he rubbed his own hard-on against Mu-gyeong’s member, which had risen with a heavy presence. It was because the pure yang energy, devoid of any impurities, was circulating through his blood paths, leaving his body extremely overheated.
Since Mu-gyeong had also released the demonic energy that had been suppressing the fire demon, his self-control was melting away moment by moment, like snow before the sun.
Mounting Ho-yeon, Mu-gyeong pressed his lower body down deeply and whispered.
“Wi Ho-yeon.”
Even at the sound of his name, Ho-yeon’s eyes remained hazy. Having only recently returned from a state of suspended animation, his mind seemed unable to function properly.
In response to this vacant reaction, Cheon Mu-gyeong pressed down on his chin with his thumb, revealing small teeth. His lips, exhausted from the repeated breaths forced into them, were plump and swollen.
Mu-gyeong lowered his head, maintaining a distance where their lips almost touched. Then, Ho-yeon was the one to pull his neck closer first, pressing their lips together. It was an unconscious act, seeking once more the sensation that the hard ice within his body seemed to wear away and melt whenever hot breath entered.
As their tongues entwined, one felt like a rolling ice bead, while the other felt like it held a heated stone. Due to the great difference in their physical builds, Cheon Mu-gyeong’s hard, thick tongue roughly raided Ho-yeon’s thin and soft one.
As he filled Ho-yeon’s mouth, Ho-yeon gasped and dug his fingertips into Mu-gyeong’s neck. To bring more of his skin into contact with the searing heat emanating from the other, he began to undress himself.
Because he was held in Mu-gyeong’s arms, his top wouldn’t come off properly, and as he struggled weakly, Mu-gyeong stripped off Ho-yeon’s sleeping robe in one swift motion.
Red heat was etched here and there across his pale body. His rounded shoulders, the solar plexus between his breasts, and his long navel all bore a peach-like hue. The plump glans of his fair penis was the same.
As if wanting the rest of their skin to touch, Ho-yeon reached for Mu-gyeong’s lower garments without a thought. Since that was the only thing blocking their bodies, he believed he would achieve his desire once the clothes were gone. Though it wasn’t enough to startle him, Cheon Mu-gyeong’s muscles twitched and hardened further at the touch of the cold fingertips.
Without stopping Ho-yeon’s hand as it groped his body and tried to enter his trousers, Mu-gyeong spoke.
“Think carefully. I don’t do ‘playtime.’”
For Cheon Mu-gyeong, there was no such thing as sexual love that ended in a single night’s pleasure.
“This won’t end with just one time. Do you understand?”
It was a sound like a beast growling in its throat. Squeeze. Ho-yeon gripped Cheon Mu-gyeong’s member with both hands. A low groan scattered roughly from Mu-gyeong’s lips.
Ho-yeon was chasing the yang energy, driven solely by instinct. Mu-gyeong wrapped one hand around Ho-yeon’s jaw. It was a threatening grip, yet Ho-yeon acted as if he were rubbing his cheek against that hand.
As Ho-yeon wished, Cheon Mu-gyeong became completely naked and bit the mole beneath Ho-yeon’s jaw. Ho-yeon seemed to enjoy even that, gripping and shaking both their members together.
Mu-gyeong licked the tip of his chin as if nipping it, swept his tongue up the prominent Adam’s apple, and then bit it lightly. “Hng!” Ho-yeon tilted his chin up and groaned. Since he exposed his throat so clearly when he should have been bowing his head to hide it, Mu-gyeong sucked on it even more fiercely.
Perhaps because the intense pressure was choking him, Ho-yeon’s tongue poked out slightly from between his lips. Mu-gyeong gripped the back of Ho-yeon’s neck and pulled him even closer. While sucking on the trembling Adam’s apple, Mu-gyeong thrust two fingers into Ho-yeon’s open mouth.
As he flipped his fingers to scrape the bumpy palate, crushed groans tickled his fingers. He used his middle and ring fingers to haphazardly stir the tongue that was stimulating his hand. Feeling considerable distress, Ho-yeon let go of the two members and grabbed Mu-gyeong’s forearm.
Even then, Mu-gyeong did not leave Ho-yeon’s neck. A tingling sensation circulated around his canines, where no nerves should have been felt. Only just before his teeth grew more ferocious did he pull his mouth away.
As Ho-yeon swallowed, his Adam’s apple, marked with a vivid red from the wetness, moved erotically. Mu-gyeong, rubbing his twitching member against Ho-yeon’s, took a large bite of a nipple that looked like a pomegranate seed.
Born with a lack of appetite, he had never placed value on gourmet food. When was the last time he had felt hunger? But only now did Cheon Mu-gyeong realize the gluttony humans spoke of. Like a beast salivating, pre-cum leaked from his member.
He wanted to devour Wi Ho-yeon. He began to think that the impulse to eat him up from time to time might not have been for the dantian containing yin energy, but for Wi Ho-yeon himself. Cheon Mu-gyeong did not retreat before this unfamiliar sensation. Feeling flesh attach to his worn-down senses, he feasted on Ho-yeon.
After sucking on both breasts until they swelled, he sucked on the sunken navel, causing pre-cum to gush from Ho-yeon’s member. Even in his unconscious state, he didn’t seem to dislike it, as his frost-chilled fingers continued to dig through Mu-gyeong’s black hair.
Because the suction on his navel stimulated his lower abdomen, Ho-yeon’s testicles tightened and rose. Mu-gyeong rubbed a small, embedded mole with his thumb and trapped the balls in his hand.
“Ah…!”
As his sensitive spot was seized, a momentary spark of clarity flashed in Ho-yeon’s hazy eyes. Cheon Mu-gyeong applied more pressure with his grip and took the member that had been pitifully poking his chin into his mouth. “Haaah…!” Ho-yeon’s damp groans scattered in the air.
He had no hesitation in taking another man’s cock in his mouth. The sight of the honest reaction beneath him was more important. With just that one stimulation, Ho-yeon came in Cheon Mu-gyeong’s mouth, and Mu-gyeong laughed, the sound vibrating in his chest.
Even while he tormented the testicles during the ejaculation, Ho-yeon showed no sign of regaining consciousness. Driven by instinct, he only uttered a mixture of words saying it hurt and that it felt good. Even the voice pleading for him to let go of his balls was erotic.
As he had felt before, Ho-yeon’s semen was full of yin energy. Mu-gyeong swallowed half of it down his throat and let the rest flow straight down from the mouth that held the cock.
The thin semen, mixed with Cheon Mu-gyeong’s saliva, flowed down the testicles to the perineum. Once it reached the hole, Ho-yeon writhed his itchy body.
That action only caused the semen to cling more viscously between his buttocks. Seeing him reach out to fiddle with the hole, Mu-gyeong instantly gripped Ho-yeon’s thighs one by one and pushed them up.
“I told you, I’m not going to end this with just hand-play like a child’s game.”
He spoke as he looked down at Ho-yeon again. In Ho-yeon’s vacant eyes, not even confusion had surfaced. Rather, because his legs had been pushed up and the itchiness below had subsided, he seemed pleased, his lips slightly relaxed.
“…Hng, it’s itchy.”
As the semen seeped again into the tightly closed hole, Ho-yeon murmured as if asking for something to be done about it. Cheon Mu-gyeong lifted Ho-yeon’s waist even higher, fully exposing the private area before his eyes. The skin of the hole was incredibly pale. This time, he gripped both buttocks and pulled them wide apart.
The closed hole still showed no intention of opening, losing its color as it grew tighter. Just as he had done to the Adam’s apple, he began to roughly suck on the lower hole from the start.
“Augh…!”
Cheon Mu-gyeong looked down at Ho-yeon, exploring his underside while holding him almost folded in half. Ho-yeon’s languidly relaxed eyelids flickered several times.
The cock, which had been flopping around after the previous ejaculation, was regaining its hardness. When he pulled his lips away from the strongly suctioned hole, the entrance immediately swelled red. As the heat vanished from below, Ho-yeon’s hole tightened firmly, as if shrinking from the cold.
Mu-gyeong, his hand smeared with the semen that had soaked the buttocks, thrust a finger into the twitching private area. Simultaneously, “Ah!” Ho-yeon let out a sharp groan and blinked again, his brow furrowing.
As soon as one finger locked into the hole, he pushed in another. The two fingers that had raided Ho-yeon’s mouth now filled his bottom.
“Hng, ah, it hurts.”
Due to the unfamiliar pain, Ho-yeon’s blurred voice was gradually becoming clearer. Swish. Cheon Mu-gyeong pressed Ho-yeon’s thighs together with one arm across them. He poked deeply into the inside of the lifted buttocks with his fingers.
The sight of Ho-yeon rubbing his white hair against the golden bedding was clearly visible. Meanwhile, the hole tightened as much as it could. As if something bothering him would disappear if he chewed on it, the hole worked and pulsed diligently.
It was the moment he pushed in deep enough to feel the bone of his finger and rotated the wet digit.
“Ahhh!”
Something was struck hard, and Ho-yeon’s pupils dilated wildly as pre-cum poured from his member. Again, he blinked rapidly. As his eyelids moved, his blue-gray eyes regained clarity, as if fog were clearing. Without missing a beat, Cheon Mu-gyeong scraped the inner walls, making a squelching sound.
The thick bone of the finger pressed hard against the soft inner wall.
“……!”
Ho-yeon’s body trembled violently, and he finally opened his eyes wide. Then, seeing the man above him, he convulsed and tightened his bottom once more.
“Cheon… Mu-gyeong?”
The thin voice was barely audible.
“Ha…, Wi Ho-yeon.”
An inscrutable smile played on Cheon Mu-gyeong’s lips as he looked at the now-conscious Ho-yeon.
“I didn’t know I’d be this glad to see you.”