By Zephyria 
Ho-yeon gasped, pinned down as much as possible between the snow leopard pelt and Cheon Mu-gyeong. He had only kissed him to share his breath, but Cheon Mu-gyeong did more than just fill his mouth with his tongue; he seemed intent on devouring his very lips.
Under the onslaught of the kisses, Ho-yeon forgot to even breathe through his nose and tried to shake his head from side to side, desperate to pull his lips away.
However, the back of his head was still held firmly, forcing him to surrender his open mouth, which only served to deepen their union.
He managed to inhale during a brief gap, but his breath was stolen away again. He could feel a ravenous desire from the man, as if he intended to consume every single scrap of his breath.
“Hngh, Ch… Cheon Mu-gyeong.” The voice he couldn’t properly utter was swallowed once more by Mu-gyeong. Hot hands stripped away Ho-yeon’s inner robes, which had become rags from the struggle, and caressed his dry skin. His top was removed in an instant, and his damp lower garments were practically torn away by the man’s hands.
How could he be this warm? Facing a ceaselessly burning flame in a place where he remembered only shivering from the cold, Ho-yeon almost opened his arms to embrace him, even while his tongue was being sucked.
Thinking that he had to keep his wits about him, Ho-yeon slapped Mu-gyeong’s forearm. It was a silent gesture, telling him to wake up and asking why on earth he was doing this.
Cheon Mu-gyeong seemed even more aroused by that insignificant action. He covered and sucked the entirety of Ho-yeon’s lips before lingeringly licking two wet spots beneath his chin.
“Cheon Mu-gyeong…!”
Ho-yeon let out a shrill cry with swollen lips. Mu-gyeong nibbled at his trembling, plump throat with his teeth and rolled his tongue over it slowly. Ho-yeon struggled to swallow the sensation that felt as if it would trigger a cough.
“Don’t do this, get a hold of yourself. Please?”
Ho-yeon grabbed whatever he could reach, which happened to be Cheon Mu-gyeong’s black hair. Looking down at him with a slightly tilted chin, Mu-gyeong’s gaze was unusual. Usually, his eyes were indifferent or calm, but now they were vivid, as if he were possessed by something.
Ho-yeon unconsciously loosened his grip on the man’s hair. He had a feeling that if he showed even a shred more resistance, his neck would be bitten right then and there.
“…Why are you being so scary?”
Generally, even if he acted spitefully or spat out unkind words, they had been able to communicate, but now it felt as if he were dealing with someone who couldn’t be reasoned with.
As Ho-yeon’s hands lost their restraint and fell away, the man let out a sound akin to a beast’s growl and coveted Ho-yeon’s skin. By the time one of his breasts was completely swallowed by the man’s mouth, his waist was gripped by two large hands so tightly that his ribs were barely visible.
“Hngh…” The nipple of the breast that protruded into his mouth was roughly swept by his coarse tongue. Ho-yeon groaned, cradling Mu-gyeong’s head. Still not satisfied, the man left red marks all over his body. When he sucked on his elongated navel, a tingling sensation shot through his lower abdomen, making his toes curl.
The red heat emanating from Cheon Mu-gyeong’s entire body surged even more violently. A low groan escaped his lips, and the veins in his exposed right arm bulged as if they were about to burst.
Ho-yeon knew. He knew that when excessive fire energy descended, those inscriptions would appear densely on that forearm.
It was likely a method to control the blazing fire that would otherwise burn his own body.
Ho-yeon could sense what the man sought from him. He was craving the frost energy to cool his body. He didn’t know the reason why Cheon Mu-gyeong had ended up in a situation called the nine yang severed meridian. But regardless of the reason, Ho-yeon could not push him away. It wasn’t because he was afraid or lacked the confidence to overcome his strength.
It was because Cheon Mu-gyeong must have reached this state to save him. If he had fallen alone, he would have somehow remained safe.
Ho-yeon hugged him back, facing the man who caressed his lean body as if trying to enclose him entirely within his palms. He could feel the firm, hot muscles twitching and convulsing repeatedly.
As if to say it was okay, and that he could give as much frost energy as he wanted, Ho-yeon stroked the broad back with his scratched hands. Then, he slowly slid his hand down the forearm where the inscriptions rose in ridges.
The sentences felt as if they were still alive and moving. Since they were written winding around his arm like the long body of a dragon, he couldn’t read their meaning, but even in the absence of reason, the man was trying to imprison the karmic fire.
If he could be of help, Ho-yeon wanted to do so as much as possible. It was the moment Ho-yeon’s hand touched the black letters. Once again, Mu-gyeong’s lips crashed roughly against his, forcing his mouth wide open. Ho-yeon released a blue energy into the forearm, which felt as if it would burn his hand.
Whether it was creating ice platforms or clearing piles of snow after regaining consciousness, he had drawn upon the power of his dantian, but he could still squeeze out this much. It was a release of frost energy he wouldn’t have dared attempt before. Paradoxically, because he had been stripped of his frost energy by Cheon Mu-gyeong and had embraced his heat, he had actually found stability.
Continuing the messy kissing, Mu-gyeong gripped Ho-yeon’s member. Since it was already erect, the shaft wrapped snugly against his palm. Despite the rough grip, Ho-yeon only let out feverish breaths.
Their naked bodies pressed together without a gap, craving each other’s warmth. When Ho-yeon reached out to grip Mu-gyeong’s as well, a low voice, like the grinding of teeth, tickled his ear.
The veins on the cock, as enraged as the forearm, were bumpy. Perhaps recalling the memory of being taken from behind, Ho-yeon’s hole repeatedly tightened and relaxed. Each time, his tense lower abdomen flattened. Mu-gyeong’s body was already dried out by the heat, but Ho-yeon’s hand was slick with pre-cum.
Eventually, as Mu-gyeong gripped both their members together, their fluids mixed. The pain of the cock being squeezed by the strong grip and the pleasure of being tightly trapped arose simultaneously.
When Ho-yeon instinctively moved his hips within the grip, Mu-gyeong also pressed his hips against him, pressing down on Ho-yeon’s smooth cock. Ho-yeon twisted his body violently when the large glans slammed into his navel.
“Haa-ah!”
A tingling sensation struck his lower abdomen and surged up to the crown of his head. As if enchanted by that sound, Mu-gyeong repeatedly thrust into his navel. Pre-cum pooled in the depression and was scooped out again, leaving his stomach damp with the thin liquid. Tossed about by the weight Mu-gyeong applied and the heaviness of the cock, semen burst forth from Ho-yeon’s member.
While Ho-yeon held his aching, hard cock himself to push away the afterglow, Cheon Mu-gyeong abruptly lifted both of Ho-yeon’s thighs. Semen, still spilling out, dripped onto Ho-yeon’s chin and neck.
The two spots, stained with semen, spread erotically, barely visible. With both legs draped over his shoulders, Mu-gyeong folded Ho-yeon in half and licked up the spilled semen with a wide sweep of his tongue. Ho-yeon’s eyes, shaking from the shock, trembled violently again. The man had straightened his waist and brought his lips to the hole.
“Do… don’t do it…!”
Contrary to his words, Ho-yeon’s bottom hole twitched as if welcoming Cheon Mu-gyeong. It was because the area was still softly loosened, having not long ago held his member. The moment the hard, thick tongue entered his soft hole, Ho-yeon had to pour out the remaining semen once more.
Lewd, squelching sounds leaked out, filling the cave. A thick-boned finger pushed into the hole, instantly piercing the protruding sweet spot. Ho-yeon felt as if hot flames were sparking from his eyes. Not stopping there, as he became conscious of the lower dantian deeper inside, instead of tightening, the area went limp and loose.
The yin and yang energies scattering from their bodies intertwined and surged as if they had already become one. Once again, the inscriptions appeared on Cheon Mu-gyeong’s right arm, even more vivid than before.
Letting out a deep breath, he lifted his damp lower jaw and looked down at Ho-yeon. Seeing the glistening corners of the man’s mouth, Ho-yeon’s face turned bright red. No matter how out of his mind the man might be, he didn’t have the confidence to meet his gaze.
“Wi Ho-yeon.”
The call was like a sigh. At that low, damp voice, Ho-yeon finally met his eyes. Though they still held a vivid color, he felt an immense sense of relief seeing the eyes that looked down at him with reason. Cheon Mu-gyeong had returned.
“…Are you okay? Are you feeling better?”
Ho-yeon now worried about his well-being more than his own embarrassment. Even so, he couldn’t hide the fact that various parts of his white body had turned red. Most of them were hickeys left by Cheon Mu-gyeong. Even bite marks were vivid on his red chest.
Mu-gyeong took in Ho-yeon, who was slowly gasping for breath beneath him, entirely within his crimson eyes. He had always suppressed the curse of the fire dragon with demonic energy, but once the reins were loosened, he was no different from a beast.
To make matters worse, he had expended a considerable amount of internal energy to save Ho-yeon from qi deviation. On top of that, the side effects of the heaven-defying demonic art were running rampant. It was a thirst that would not vanish unless he plundered all of Ho-yeon’s energy.
“Cheon Mu-gyeong, I… I’m okay. Thanks to you saving me.”
Stopping mid-sentence, Ho-yeon looked at Cheon Mu-gyeong with stunned eyes. Eventually, not just his forearm, but the veins across his entire body were bulging firmly. The point where they touched was so hot that Ho-yeon wondered if Cheon Mu-gyeong would catch fire. He could feel the man fighting the fire demon that sought to swallow him.
Perhaps because they were in this underground cave where he himself had suffered for a long time, the agony the man was experiencing came to him with absolute clarity.
Ho-yeon folded his body further and embraced the man’s head.
“Are you pitying me?”
Cheon Mu-gyeong’s voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, was terribly low. Pity… Ho-yeon shook his head slightly. Ho-yeon’s hair softly stimulated Mu-gyeong’s body, which was pressed tightly against him.
“It’s not that.”
Ho-yeon and Mu-gyeong locked their blue and red eyes at a very close distance.
“We… need each other.”
At Ho-yeon’s small whisper, all of Mu-gyeong’s self-control evaporated and flew away.