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Baek Saheon watched as the darkness closed around them, like a box closing.
Fuck, he thought.
It was bad enough that they had had to run into each other on the way home from work, but now they were stuck in some Darkness together in the literal dark… he might have to start praying again to get his luck back on track.
“Hey, get your phone out and shine a light,” Kim Soleum’s voice came through the blackness ahead.
Irritation itched beneath his skin but he held it back. It would do him no good to get this psychopath mad at him while there was no one else with them. He could easily kill him and claim it had been the Darkness. A shiver ran down his back at the thought.
Pulling out his phone, he pressed down on the flashlight and suddenly the room they were in came to life under the cool LED light.
Right, a room.
The floor under them was layered in a dark carpet that seemed to cushion their weight, as though there was no wood underneath.
“It’s empty.”
“Thanks, captain obvious,” he mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, sir.”
Indeed, the room had no furnisher to sit on, nor a door or windows. Instead, there was one cabinet and a sink below a mirror. It was strange and Baek Saheon couldn’t wrap his head around what they were supposed to do to get out, or what the Darkness was trying to accomplish.
“Sir, do you have any ideas on what we should do?” He asked Kim Soleum who was staring intently at the air in front of him.
He then sighed. “Sure, check the furniture, I’ll check the walls and ceiling.” He pulled out his own phone and moved away from him.
Baek Saheon started toward the sink. He shinned his light all across the porcelain surface and squinted into the mirror, however nothing seemed out of place. Nothing showed up in the mirror behind him either which was probably the most disappointing thing.
Stepping over towards the dresser, he wiped his hand over the surface to find it clean.
No dust, he made himself a note of that.
Opening the drawers, starting from the bottom, it was emptiness after emptiness until the top drawer.
He grit his teeth as the dark wood stuck slightly but with a small grunt, it opened.
Huh? It was a magazine.
Picking it up, he grimaced at the cover depicting a character in a gothic dress, the fabric riding up their thighs as they sat shyly on the ground.
This is definitely something pervy.
Flipping through the pages, he sighed. This probably wasn’t going to be of any use, but he couldn’t be too sure, so he placed it on top of the dresser. The rest of the drawer was empty.
Just as he closed the final drawer, Kim Soleum called out to him.
“Did you find anything?”
Baek Saheon didn’t even bother asking the other to confess his findings first.
“Yeah, some erotic magazine comic. I’m not sure what its purpose is.”
Kim Soleum suddenly appeared next to him.
“Hm. Give that to me.”
He suddenly snatched the magazine from where Baek Saheon hadn’t even been holding it.
Baek Saheon resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the man's behavior.
Scratching the back of his neck, he glanced around the room as Kim Soleum turned the pages, the crinkling sound echoing throughout the room.
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
Looking back at Kim Soleum, he tilted his head to try and see what his roommate was looking at.
Turns out he didn’t have to because shortly after Kim Soleum shoved the magazine into his face. “Here, look at this.”
“I’d see it better if held it away from me, sir.”
Pushing the magazine down, he shone his flashlight on it.
Oh God. No way.
At the bottom of the very—very—explicitly drawn scene of the character in the dress, um, orgasming, was a little neon green sticky note, reading: I would love to see this scene acted out one day! It's truly my favorite.
“You don’t think—”
But Kim Soleum was already peeling his jacket off.
“Woah, woah, woah, sir, you’re not thinking that we have to— you know….”
Kim Soleum stared at him with blank eyes looking even more soulless in the dim and unnatural light of his phone. “This is the only clue in the room, isn’t it, Baek Saheon? And it’s rare for a Darkness to not have a purpose.”
“Rare, but not impossible, sir.”
“So, are you saying I should die in here with the likes of you without having even tried to get out?”
Gah!
“No, no, I would just like us to think through this a little more.”
Kim Soleum sighed. Draping his jacket over the dresser. “Alright, give me your suggestions.”
I don't have any you fucking psychopath! I just don't want you to fuck me!!!!
“Well, sir….” Sweat dripped down his back and Kim Soleum’s eyes darkened.
“All that talk and you don’t even have one idea?” He sighed. “If Braun were here I wouldn’t be resorting to these measures either, trust me.”
Baek Saheon ran his hands over his face. Was he actually going to lose his anal virginity to this bastard who spoke to his doll?
As if sensing his slowly approaching surrender, Kim Soleum took another step closer to him. “Have you slept with men before?”
“Yes, sir,” he said begrudgingly, gritting his teeth.
“Have you slept with women?”
“Huh, um, well, yeah?”
“Is that a question?”
“No. I, uh, I have slept with women.”
“Good. Then get undressed.”
This is actually crazy. This is actually insane.
Regretting every choice he’d made in his life up until this point, he slowly undid the knot of his tie and the buttons on his button down shirt.
“Oh, and I expect everything that happens in here to not leave this Darkness, understood?”
You don’t have to tell me twice, Baek Saheon thought with a scoff.
“Yeah, for sure.”
“Hey.” Suddenly, he was pulled down by the dangling ends of his tie till he was eye level with Kim Soleum. “Do I sound like I’m fucking joking? If I hear even one word of what happens from here on until this Darkness is cleared, you are going to regret the day you were born.”
Baek Saheon took a sharp breath. “Yeah, I got it, sir. Do you think I want this any more than you do?”
Kim Soleum didn’t soften his gaze but he let go of his tie with an abrupt tug. “Alright. I also expect you to make no unnecessary comments while we have sex.”
“Right.”
Kim Soleum raised an eyebrow at his informal tone.
“Sir.”
“Good. Oh, and grab the magazine. It’ll be good if we stick as close to the original script as possible, even if we don’t have any props or costumes.”
That Baek Saheon did agree with, so once his blazer, shirt, undershirt, eyepatch, and tie were off and folded, he grabbed the magazine and started to skim it, trying to not look too closely.
The story was simple enough: a guy goes to a maid cafe and ends up hooking up with one of the maids—specifically the one whose concept is being harsh and edgy. t explained the theatrically goth clothing she was wearing on the cover despite her not wearing any of the make up to go with it. It was a story written with no thought about the characters backgrounds nor how they would act after the fact, especially considering the maid mentions she's not supposed to get intimate with the costumers, but Baek Saheon had to brush it off, as it was a piece of smut and not a classic Puritan novel.
He went back to the beginning. It started with the man slowly touching the maid and then he waits for her in the break room where they proceed to do the deed.
Did that mean he had to let Kim Soleum feel him up? This was truly a test of his nerves. He glanced over the man when…
Oh.
He didn’t know how he expected Kim Soleum to look without a shirt and pants on but he was… well, not Baek Saheon’s type, definitely not, but he wasn’t bad to look at.
His skin was pale as though he had spent his whole like inside without ever touching the rays of the sun, and his build was slightly muscular but not enough that one would say he went to the gym often. Scars littered his skin—an inevitable side effect of their job, but it still shocked him a bit.
To him, Kim Soleum was the power rookie who could buy as many healing potions as he wanted and got through every Darkness without so much as a scratch on him due to his psychopathic nature. He didn't expect the long scars running across his skin to exist. Baek Saheon himself tried to always stay out of harms way, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything to survive. The fact that someone like Kim Soleum had the same kind of history on his skin caused his to shake his head. He didn't even want to think of what sorts of things his roommate had done to earn those.
“Hey, are you just going to stand there?" Kim Soleum crossed his arms. “How does it start?”
Bastard isn't even going to read it for himself?
Cursing him internally, he placed the book back on the dresser.
“The main character starts by feeling up the maid under her skirt while she’s serving the table next to his.”
Kim Soleum nodded. “Alright.”
Baek Saheon tried to not let himself tighten up but every nerve within him was tense with unfavorable anticipation. His jaw hurt at the way his teeth were clenching against each other.
But Kim Soleum just stood there. Unmoving. Eyes on Baek Saheon.
“Uh…—”
“What, I thought you said you’d slept with people before? You don’t know how to touch someone or have you lost your ability to move properly?" Kim Soleum shot out a sharp remark before Baek Saheon could compose his thoughts.
What?
“What?”
Kim Soleum narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean ‘what’? If you can move, get to it.”
“R-right, sir.”
Baek Saheon's mind raced as he took the short steps towards Kim Soleum whose face was still as stone solid as ever.
Was… was Kim Soleum playing the woman’s part? Why? Didn’t he always want to be in control? Why would he put himself in the more compromising, vulnerable, and probably painful position?
A shock struck through him.
Was he into that? Was he doing this because he liked pain? Or because he thought that’s what would be most fun?
Baek Saheon’s hands were practically shaking as he finally came up to Kim Soleum and placed them on his hips—so softly, as though he were scared his very skin would bite him.
I mean, it makes no sense that Kim Soleum would be on bottom in real life, right? He a controlling, perfectionist, sadistic asshole. He probably doesn’t even clean his partner. Could it be that he’s… small down there? It was true that there wasn’t an obvious bulge despite his tight underwear and it would explain his aggressive insistence on Baek Saheon keeping his mouth shut. God, the thought almost made him want to laugh. Not that he would, because he did value his life, enough to be doing this.
“Her skin is so soft and plump, it feels like it belongs in my hand.”
What the fuck?
“I love the way she tries not to react, but I can see the red in her ears.”
“Uh, sir, what are you doing?”
Kim Soleum glanced up at him. He waved the magazine he had somehow grabbed.
“Reading.”
“I see that, but why?”
Kim Soleum sighed like he was a student in calculus III asking how to do simple division. “You were standing like a statue so I figured I would help you get into the right head space.”
He cleared his throat and continued. “Woah, between her thighs feels warm like—”
“Wait! Stop! Stop, sir. I, I got it.”
Kim Soleum sent him a sharp look but ended up closing the magazine, dropping it to the floor with a fluttering sound.
“Fine. Don’t freeze up like that again. We can’t afford ruining the Darkness’s story.”
“Right, sir.”
With warm hands, he ran his palms down Kim Soleum’s boxer briefs and onto his skin. He was cold, unlike the maid in the comic, and the way his leg hair was standing on end caused his skin to be rough as well.
Ruining the story? How could this even be considered the same story? Nothing is the same.
Drawing circles with his thumb onto the top of Kim Soleum’s thigh, he tried to just focus on copying what the character did, but it was hard with Kim Soleum watching him as though he were his supervisor watching the new hire work, intentionally putting pressure on him.
He made the unfortunate mistake of glancing up and making eye contact with the man, and a chill spread through his as he quickly looked away. He couldn’t do it. Not knowing those unfeeling eyes were on him.
Lightly squeezing Kim Soleum’s skin, he let out an audible sigh.
“Could you turn around, sir?”
“Why?”
Because your gaze creeps me the fuck out.
“Um, well in the story the maid is faced in the other direction.”
Kim Soelum seemed to think about it for a second, almost as though he were weighing the options between causing him more discomfort and honoring the original text, before eventually nodding.
“Alright.”
He turned around, exposing his back to Baek Saheon who instantly felt a weight off his shoulders. Now he could just pretend this was anyone else’s back. Simple enough.
Placing his hands once again on Kim Soleum’s thighs, he slowly started moving them again. This time, he tried to put anyone else’s face on the other side of Kim Soleum’s head.
The skin let him mold it as he pressed into it, elastic and accepting. His thighs slowly warmed under his touch and he tried to move as slowly and softly as possible, following what was in the texts.
He slipped a finger up and under the boxer briefs, dragging his calloused finger across the new skin. For a second, he thought he heard a breath, but he brushed it off to his imagination, not wanting to anger his roommate again as he continued moving.
Slipping his hands further up, he begun to folded Kim Soleum’s ass and caress his hips directly. He could feel Kim Soleum’s muscles were tense under his touch and it made his smirk slightly, the idea that he was strung up despite seeming so confident in this idea.
Pressing himself up against Kim Soleum’s back, he let his breath tickle the nape of his neck.
“Do you want to read what happens next?”
That’s right, you should read it to, not just me.
Kim Soleum turned his head, about to respond when suddenly a loud clanking sound could be heard and they both glanced around only to find that a table, identical to the one in the comic’s break room scene, had popped out of the ground and was now sitting, waiting for them.
“Huh, I suppose we’re on the right track.”
Kim Soleum nodded. “This is good. From now on we won’t move on from each step until a change had occurred.”
“Sure— Yes, sir.”
Kim Soleum leaned down and picked up the book he’d tossed to the floor, causing Baek Saheon to have to awkwardly lean down as well as his hands were still in the other man’s underwear.
“Here.” Kim Soleum held the book open to the page they were at, holding it up so that Baek Saheon could read it over his shoulder. “Proceed.”
What am I, a dog?
But he listened to his orders anyway as he copied what he saw in the decently drawn drawings.
He continued to play with Kim Soleum’s ass, trailing his fingers lightly and squeezing harshly, feeling as his skin slowly turned from stone cold to hot and bothered.
Pulling one hand out as he reached the end of the scene, he took a finger and trailed it lightly between Kim Soleum’s thighs.
In the comic, of course, the main character was trailing his finger over the outer lips of the maid’s vagina, teasing her, but here he was just trailing across his taint— or so he thought. But, instead of just warmth, his finger found a strange moistness and an existence hotter than he had been expecting. It seemed to pulse.
Huh?
Curious, he pressed his finger deeper when, suddenly, Kim Soleum pushed him off completely.
Surprised at the abrupt change in atmosphere, he took a step back.
“Wh—“ His mouth had barely opened by the time Kim Soleum cut him off.
“We finished.”
He tilted his head, confused.
Kim Soleum sighed and motioned to his underwear.
Indeed, instead of his grey boxer briefs, he was now wearing white trimmed black panties, the kind that women would wear.
Now that he saw them, he realized that his hand that had been cupping Kim Soleum’s ass hadn’t gotten caught on any fabric when he’d had to pull away as the cut had gotten higher.
“Ah, do you think that’s the second change, sir?”
“What else would it fucking be?”
“…Right.”
His brows furrowed in annoyance, Kim Soleum flipped to the next pages in the book.
“Alright, they’re in the break room now.”
Turning, Kim Soleum walked towards to table, the light of their phones fading against his back. Baek Saheon followed with a sigh. It did suck how much of an asshole Kim Soleum is because he did look really good in women’s underwear.
Baek Saheon paused. Yeah, no, he was going to ignore that he even thought about that.
“Okay, so the main character grabs the maid and pins her the wall and they kiss and then he picks her up and puts her on the table.”
Baek Saheon nodded.
Kim Soleum once again stood like a statue, arms crossed. Did he know how awkward that made it for Baek Saheon to start ‘acting’ when he was being like that? Probably.
With no choice but to move forward he took a deep breath and walked firmly towards Kim Soleum.
Grabbing his arm, he shoved them both into the wall, immediately slotting his mouth again Kim Soleum’s.
As soon as he kissed him, his mouth opened like an invitation and he slid his tongue in, licking Kim Soleum’s lips and exploring the velvety inside of his mouth.
Kim Soleum grabbed at his neck, pulling him closer.
Nothing was going through his mind as he did this. He just kept his eyes screwed shut because if anything, Kim Soleum was the kind of guy to kiss with his eyes open.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of their mouths and their heavy breaths, and Baek Saheon also heard the fast beating of his heart.
As Kim Soleum nipped at his lip and sucked on his tongue, he felt a familiar warmth gather in his abdomen. It was a natural reaction, but he still didn’t like it.
Ignoring it, he focused on Kim Soleum, shifting a thigh between his legs, pressing up against his crotch, causing a full body flinch from the recipient.
An airy whine escaped from Kim Soleum’s lips, swallowed by Baek Saheon’s mouth. He tried not to freeze, because he definitely didn’t imagine it that time.
Hands on Kim Soleum’s waist, he held him in place, drawing circles, as he devoured his lips and tongue and sounds, holding him hostage between his mouth and his knee.
It was hot, too hot, he felt like he was sweating from every pore, and Kim Soelum’s hands on his neck were no longer chilled but rather clammy and warm.
He squeezed him tighter, pressed their chests together and his thigh firmer between Kim Soleum’s legs. He could feel the way he squirmed against the pressed and it made a smirk split across Baek Saheon’s face. It wasn’t often he got to be in control with this guy.
Breaking apart, Kim Soleum was heaving, chest rising and falling in the intimate space between them, lips red and shinning with spit—whose? He did not know.
Kim Soleum gasped as though he were trying to make out some words, but Baek Saheon just trailed his mouth down his long neck.
He licked at the skin, small scars pressing into his tongue, and nipped at him as Kim Soleum seemed to arch his neck unconsciously.
Kim Soleum’s hands moved from his neck to his shoulder’s, pushing with light resistance, as though he were trying to get Baek Saheon off of him.
If he were his actual partner, he might have stopped and confirmed with his own eyes that Kim Soleum wanted to continue, but it wasn’t really up to them right now, so he continued to make his way down until he reached Kim Soleum’s collarbone where he started to passionately nip and suck at the protruding skin.
“W-wait,” a voice came in panting breaths. “Baek Saheon, just, s-stop.”
Baek Saheon furrowed his brows. This guy had been to one to indicate this stupid plan—even if it had been right—and he’d been the one to act all bossy and nonchalant so why was he trying to get him to stop now?
He bit down harshly on the collarbone, just enough so that he could taste the metallic tang of blood, and feel the bone tightly between his teeth.
Without so much as another noise, Kim Soleum shoved him off with a harsh push, and tried to take a step back, though he really couldn’t with the wall behind him.
“What are you, some fucking animal?”
He said that, but Kim Soleum sounded destroyed, his voice rough between gasps as he still worked on catching his breath.
Baek Saheon shook his head, clearing the annoyance and lust from his mind, and took a deep breath of his own.
This bastard is so difficult!
Blinking, he was about to open his mouth the retort when all the air seemed to be sucked out of him.
“Oh.”
Rather than just standing before him with a glare on his face in those panties—though there was all of that—Kim Soleum was now wearing a sort of gothic themed maid dress.
He could see the bite he left red and irritated poking through the heart shaped cut on Kim Soleum’s chest.
Now that he thought about it, maybe he had felt some lace rub along his nose as his started giving him a hickey on his collarbone, but he wasn’t too sure.
God, do I really lose my sense of surroundings that bad when I’m turned on?
Baek Saheon suddenly became worried about his state of mind. He should keep an eye out for it next time he hooks up with someone.
The maid dress was black and made of a matted material, probably just cotton and polyester, with white lace ruffles lining the wide ends of the sleeves and multiple layers of the dress. Baek Saheon could even see another frilly layer peeking out from underneath the black fabric.
Baek Saheon raised an eyebrow at the way his dick suddenly came to life at the sight and he was suddenly eternally grateful that the light was behind him and giving him a backlight rather than a front light.
Kim Soleum pulled at the high collared fabric that trailed up his neck. “Alright, let’s move on to the next part.”
Though his voice was stoic and didn’t seem to betray any emotion, the redness that invaded his face had Baek Saheon’s heart leaping with joy.
So, he’s human after all, huh?
While it’s true that Baek Saheon didn’t feel any physical reaction from Kim Soleum between his legs, it was obvious that the man was still effected by Baek Saheon’s work with his mouth, which made him sightly proud—not that approvable from Kim Soleum of all people meant anything.
Kim Soleum went and stood in front of the table, testing the height to make sure he could be picked up onto it. He then flipped open the book again.
“This is the last part of the first section before they have sex back at the man’s house.”
Baek Saheon nodded. If he remembered correctly, the main character ate the maid out in this scene. It wouldn’t be impossible to reproduce but he wondered if a blow job would be sufficient for the Darkness.
Kim Soleum cleared his throat, placing the book back down.
“Okay, go on.”
Baek Saheon raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to tell me what to do, sir?”
Kim Soleum gave him a blank stare, though it was slightly less effective with his rougey cheeks.
“Are you telling me your memory is so terrible you don’t even remember what you read mere minutes ago?”
Baek Saheon would argue that it had been at the very least fifteen minutes but he decided to let it go, after all, what if Kim Soleum decided to suffocate him on his dick? He couldn’t risk it.
Wouldn’t it be funny if he was actually just too embarrassed to say the words out loud?
He chuckled internally. There was no way from a guy that openly talked about how gore was fun to watch, but it was nice to think about.
Setting himself in front of Kim Soleum, he suddenly realized he was larger than the other, slightly in height and mostly in the broadness of his shoulder. He might actually be able to pick him up without Kim Soleum’s assistance.
The light was now dim, shinning from the other side of the room, getting absorbed by the black walls and ceiling and strange floor. Kim Soleum’s features blurred into the darkness behind his own cast shadow, but Baek Saheon relished in the shine of sweat and saliva that dotted his face.
“Get on with it, will you?”
“Right, sir.”
Putting his hand on Kim Soleum’s waist—in a way that started to feel eerily natural—he took a sharp breath and lifted Kim Soleum up onto the metallic table.
Shock seemed to fill both of their faces as Baek Saheon somehow lifted him too high, as though he had overestimated Kim Soelum’s weight, which he had.
“You’re… light, sir.”
“Another word and I’m bitting your ear off,” he hissed.
Right. Psychopath.
Baek Saheon rolled his eyes with the knowledge that Kim Soelum couldn’t see his face well due to the lighting, and then he proceeded to start kissing his neck again.
He was quick to get back into the rhythm, pulling and lapping at the white skin with his mouth and using his hands to rub at Kim Soleum’s nipples that had grown stiff and perked up underneath the soft fabric.
Every breath that his roommate drew was shaky and verged on a hiss, and every breath filled the room with an insatiable thirst that Baek Saheon needed to quench.
His dick was hard and pressed up against his pants that he now regretted not taking off. Unfortunately, his hands were busy and with the way Kim Soleum was holding onto his shoulders like they were a lifeline, was suspected he wouldn’t be free anytime soon.
Moving down, he placed his mouth over the nipples his fingers had been circling and pulling at, hot breath moistening to fabric.
“H-hey—“
Kim Soleum couldn’t even get out a sentence before he was cut off by his own whining moan.
It wasn’t often that Baek Saheon found someone that had sensitive nipples so he liked to make the most of it whenever he did.
Tongue hot and heavy over the dress, he let his saliva stain the black fabric darker as he pressed his tongue against the little nub, feeling Kim Soleum’s own heat in return.
Kim Soleum slowly slide down, as though he were trying to escape Baek Saheon’s mouth but once his back hit the table, he had nowhere else to go and he to resign himself to simply pushing a feeble hand against Baek Saheon’s forehead and try to squirm himself loose from Baek Saheon’s mouth.
Baek Saheon ignored all this, now fully bent over Kim Soelum’s body. He took just liberty in caging him between his mouth that tugged and sucked at one nipple, his hand that circled the other in opposite strokes, and his other hand that held him upright, earning the scratches and pushes of Kim Soleum’s hands as he tried to rid himself of the stimulation.
“A-assh-hole,” he gasped. “This isn’t i-in the fucking, haaa, magazine.”
Baek Saheon hummed and tugged at the nipple in his mouth, causing Kim Soleum to flinch underneath him. Oh, that was satisfying.
Did he really have to explain to Kim Soleum that not every two people would have sex the exact same way, even if they follow the same guidelines?
Kim Soleum gave another push to his forehead, curls getting flattened beneath his palm, and Baek Saheon pulled away with a grunt of annoyance.
As he suspected, they hadn’t completed the section yet, but Kim Soleum was still trying to get him to stop early.
He furrowed his eyebrows, an annoyed sneer painting his mouth. He leaned over Kim Soleum, who’s right hand was dropped over his face, doing a terrible job at concealing the redness.
“What, is this too much for you, sir?”
“I-in your dreams. You’re just wasting time.”
“Fine, I’ll do it by the book then.”
“Good.”
He could hear the audile way in which Kim Soleum swallowed as he pulled away and it made him lick his lips.
Looking down at Kim Soleum from above, some animal instinct spark inside of him. Looking like he was ripped straight out of the comic panel, Kim Soleum was shivering and gasping for breath in the dark. He was so pretty, laid out like that, ruined just from his tongue and fingers. Pink and red bloomed across his skin, peaking out from underneath the dress and its frills, like it was shy in its existence. His chest moved up and down in an uneven, chasing rhythm. Baek Saheon wanted to swallow each breath that came out of his mouth. It was a desperate lust that made him grit his teeth.
I can’t believe I'm like this over someone like that.
Sighing, he placed his hands on each of Kim Soleum's thighs, right below the short edge of the dress, and he slowly raised his hands up, running up his milky legs, towards the warmth under the fabric.
“W-wait!”
Kim Soelum’s hands immediately came down and pulled the dress back down from where it had been bunching up.
Baek Saheon narrowed his eyes. “What? We haven’t finished this section yet, sir.”
“I know that. Just give me a second to prepare myself, would you?”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a second and then sighed.
“You’re only making it harder, sir. You’re going to have to get horny at some point you know.” He grinned as Kim Soleum looked at him, baffled.
“What are you talking about, bastard? Hey!”
Baek Saheon slowly started moving his hands again, the dress riding up his thighs once more.
This time, Kim Soleum shouted but inevitably let him, just sending a red-faced glare in his direction the entire time. “Just get it over with,” he eventually hissed, laying himself back down, hands over his face.
Rolling his eyes, Baek Saheon continued, lifting the dress until it was folded across Kim Soleum’s waist, revealing the panties once more, all the way from the little bow up front to the darkened patch of fabric between his legs.
Baek Saheon raised an eyebrow. Okay, he wasn’t crazy.
Does Kim Soleum actually have a really small penis or…?
With a delicate touch, his fingers ran along Kim Soleum's inner thigh, and gently lifted the inner elastic of the underwear.
Holy shit. He doesn’t even have a dick.
Eyes wide, he glanced up towards Kim Soelum but was met with the back of his hands.
He looked back down. He had a vagina. It was surprising—not bad, of course, but not something he ever would have guessed. Snapping the elastic back down in a way that made Kim Soelum’s leg twitch, he rubbed his thumbs along the muscles where his thighs melted into his outer lips.
Did this change happen at the beginning and that’s why Kim Soleum knew that they were going to have to replicate the magazine? Or was he just… like that? Everyday? Ugh, he didn't want to think about it but Kim Soleum’s insistence on him keeping his mouth shut and not making unnecessary comments suddenly made actual sense outside of him just being an asshole.
So, he kept his mouth shut.
Kim Soleum didn’t though. “What, are you just going to keep staring? The Darkness is going to get bored.”
Oh, this guy…!
With an irritated hand, he suddenly palmed Kim Soleum’s cunt, causing the man’s hips to pull back and a gasp to rip from his lips as the build up finally led to contact.
Moistness rubbed along his palm as he continued his circular and harsh motions, the other hand holding Kim Soleum still as he squirmed. He suddenly realized that Kim Soleum had definitely been as agitated as he was, he just obviously had been looking for the wrong signs.
Corners of his lips pulling up, he flipped his hand and started rubbing the middle of the underwear up and down his his fingers as his thumb continued to rub the small bump he could feel through the fabric.
Kim Soleum’s legs closed tight around his hand, crossing and shifting in hopes of stopping the sensations but also in hopes of furthering the pleasure.
Leaning forward, Baek Saheon whispered into Kim Soleum’s ear, “If you keep moving like that, this isn’t going to work, sir.”
“Don’t—!”
Baek Saheon raised an eyebrow at Kim Soleum’s sudden outburst as he finally came out from behind his hands, but the man’s voice never finished coming out as his shoulders suddenly hunched and his mouth went slack.
Baek Saheon looked down at him smugly as he continued to move his thumb in a circular motion, even with the rest of his fingers caught tightly.
“Don’t what, sir?”
Kim Soleum glared at him, teeth clenching. “Nothing. Just hold my legs open yourself.”
“I can’t because you keep trying to scoot away. I don’t have four hands.”
Kim Soleum let out a hissing sound. “Fine, I’ll… deal with it.”
Smiling at the way he back down without much of a fight for probably the first time ever, Baek Saheon stood back up and pulled his fingers away as Kim Soleum opened his legs again. They trembled, but they stayed open.
This time, Baek Saheon hooked his fingers over the top of the underwear and slowly slide them down Kim Soleum’s legs, giving a little tap on the butt to get him to lift his hips.
Woah.
They were really soaked, practically dripping and they smelled like hot sex. It turned him on so bad it hurt.
Tossing the panties aside, he placed his left hand on Kim Soleum’s leg, holding it in place just in case, and used his other hand to trace between the labia, his two fingers instantly becoming covered in Kim Soleum’s slick.
It dripped down onto the table, overflowing with eagerness that Kim Soleum couldn’t control. That’s right, it was Baek Saheon that had the control now.
With lewd sounds, he continued to follow the natural lines of Kim Soleum’s pussy, lightly brushing over his clit every now and then, pulling a desperate mew from the victim’s mouth. His middle finger gently traced his slit, teasing the entrance with hope, only to pull away and continue his massage of the soaked, slowly reddening lips.
“B-Baek… Sssaheon, hurry-y uppp.”
Every now and then a slurred gasp would come from up above but Baek Saheon ignored him. Kim Soleum had tortured him as a roommate for the past months, with no hint of humanity behind his eyes as he did so. Sure, this wasn’t exactly equivalent, but Baek Saheon would take pleasure in making him squirm anyway. And Kim Soleum truly didn’t close his legs again.
It was burning hot, and the room was starting to feel like a box of ice upon his bare back. It was getting too hot underneath his skin.
Gritting his teeth, he took his middle finger and this time, he pushed it into the hot and wet slit. He could feel Kim Soleum practically pull him in, muscles clenching and sucking at him. He slipped in with ease.
Underneath his hand, he could feel Kim Soleum actually pull his legs apart this time, as though he were trying to engulf him even more.
Granting his desire with a chuckle, he pulled out slightly and then nudged his ring finger against the entrance as well, letting Kim Soleum pull him in once more. He could feel the skin stretching around the base of his fingers. He could feel Kim Soleum’s heart beat around the entire of his fingers. He could feel the his own heartbeat in his ears.
Slowly, he started scissoring Kim Soleum’s entrance, basking in the lewd sounds of Kim Soleum’s slick coating his fingers and overflowing from his vaginal entrance. The muscles inside resisted against the loosening but Baek Saheon continued, adding in his thumb rubbing vertically over Kim Soleum’s hood. He could feel Kim Soleum press down onto him, hips wanting more, his toes were curling and his breath was heavy.
Leaning forward, fingers not so much as stuttering, he placed a sloppy kiss on Kim Soleum’s jaw, feeling pride in the way Kim Soleum immediately turned his head to catch his mouth in his own, moaning into him as Baek Saheon’s fingers continued to move.
And then, as he sucked on Kim Soleum’s tongue, the man’s whole body convulsed and twitched, back arching into Baek Saheon’s hard cock, causing him to moan, their gasping voices mixing together as Kim Soleum’s eyes rolled back.
With heavy breaths, Baek Saheon pulled his fingers out and they stayed there, panting, stimulated and high strung, breaths mixing in the thin strip of air between them.
“H-hey. Your outfit changed.”
Kim Soleum’s voice was scratchy and came between heavy breaths, but when Baek Saheon looked down, he was right.
His suit pants had been replaced with the jeans that the main character in the magazine had been wearing. Against the blue denim, he could see the outline of his hard cock pressing harshly against it, begging to be released.
It hurt, the rubbing and the tension.
Standing up straight, he tried to unbuckle the belt but—
“Huh?”
“What?”
“My belt won’t come off.”
Kim Soleum sat up, eyes narrowed, face red and hair sticking up all over the place. The dress fell back over his legs. “What do you need to take off your belt for?”
Baek Saheon tisked. “Just because I’m not fucking you with my dick doesn’t mean I’m not getting hard, sir. It’s painful, especially with these new pants.”
He fumbled with the buckle for a couple more seconds before letting an irritated shout. “Fuck!”
Kim Soleum just stared at him with a dead gaze. He didn’t offer to try taking them off himself so that was it, Baek Saheon was condemned to at least another fifteen minutes of discomfort.
Sighing, he rubbed the back of his head with his clean hand. “Okay, well, let’s get this over with, sir.”
Kim Soleum quickly crossed his legs. “Wait a minute, will you? I’m still fucking sensitive.”
Baek Saheon rolled his eyes, again thankful for the lighting. “Sir, if you keep pausing during every change, we’re never going to get into a rhythm.”
“What fucking rhythm?” Kim Soleum made a face that could only be described as pure disgust.
“What, you think we’re gonna satisfy this Darkness if we keep up this mechanical act? Sir, aren’t you the one who said I shouldn’t freeze up?”
“This isn’t freezing up—”
“No offense, sir, but I don’t think the Darkness cares how you feel. All it knows is that you want to take a break, and in the comic, they didn’t take a break.”
To be honest, he barely remembered what he had skimmed over earlier, but he really just wanted to get this over with. The sooner he could get home and jerk off, the better.
Kim Soleum scoffed but spread his legs again, though they were still trembling with the aftereffects of his orgasm. “Fine, go ahead.” He laid back down with a clanking sound, crossing his arms as if he didn’t care.
Baek Saheon smiled at the act. Even psychopaths could be cute during sex, huh?
Grabbing Kim Soleum’s hips, he dragged him forwards until only his butt was left on the table.
Kim Soleum sat up slightly with a raised eyebrow but when he was Baek Saheon get down on his knees, he instantly shot up.
“Hey, don’t do anything unnecessary, alright?”
Baek Saheon smiled to himself. “Yes, sir.”
Grabbing the fabric of the dress, he bunched it up and handed it to Kim Soleum who instinctively grabbed it.
“Would you hold this for me, sir?”
“Sure.”
With Kim Soleum’s pussy drenching wet, directly in his face, his mouth couldn’t help but water. It’s not that he preferred eating pussy to fingering or fucking, but he’d been told before that he had a long tongue and, well, who was he to deny himself the pleasure of having someone be shocked by his abilities.
Opening up Kim Soleum with his fingers, he pressed the surface of his tongue right up against Kim Soleum’s erect clit. Instantly, Kim Soleum’s entire body clenched.
”H-hey! I said I’m still sensitive! It’s going to hurt if you do that.”
Baek Saheon tried to stop himself from smiling. Kim Soleum would just have to suck it up.
Licking downwards, he ran his tongue over the gaping slit that was now hungry for anything to fill the hole his fingers had left.
Kim Soleum’s musky scent filled his nose and his mouth, engulfing all his senses as the sounds of his own tongue running up and down Kim Soleum’s cunt filled his head along with the light moans and hissed that came from above him.
The legs by his shoulders lifted instinctively, but Baek Saheon reached out and pushed them back down. It would be dangerous if Kim Soleum decided to suffocate him or something.
Circling his clit a couple more times, feeling his pulse through the hood, and gave it a firm suck that caused Kim Soleum to moan loudly and push at his head before he finally lowered his face, already covered in juices so that he was looking straight at Kim Soleum’s fluttering hole.
God, he’d be really hot if he wasn’t everything that he was.
Then he lifted his face again and, with a deep breath and open mouth, thrusted his tongue into his entrance. Immediately, the muscles pulled him in, relishing in the sense of being filled.
Baek Saheon curled his tongue, continuing to thrust the muscle into the hole, ignoring the pain in his head as Kim Soleum pulled at his hair.
He turned his head lightly from side to side, pressing his nose against Kim Soleum’s clit, not letting him be free of the stimulation. The velvety inside’s coated his tongue with slick and continued to tighten, trying to pull him in—devour him whole. But Baek Saheon was the one devouring here.
Pulling away for a quick second to catch his breath, he left a thin trail of nips and licks along the inside of Kim Soleum’s thighs that were gleaming with sweat. Baek Saheon was so sweaty himself that his back could be used to get him down a Slip n’ Slide without water.
Maneuvering his body so that he could thrust at an upwards angle, he slurped long and hard at Kim Soleum’s entrance causing a high pitched sound to be ripped from the gasping lips above him. Oh, if only he could see his face.
His salty juices dripped down Baek Saheon’s face, but he didn’t care. It’s not like he was in his own clothes anymore, so who cared about stains?
He pressed his tongue firmly against Kim Soleum’s slit, not moving until the other’s hips started to rock—begging for him to enter again.
“You asshole…,” could be heard vaguely from above, and he smirked, pulling his tongue away, before once again, fulfilling Kim Soleum’s demands.
This time, he purposefully traced the vaginal walls with his tongue, paying attention to the way Kim Soleum twitched and whimpered around him. Kim Soleum wasn’t loud, but he didn’t hide his reactions—at least not well enough that Baek Saheon couldn’t tell when he’d done something right—so when a breathy and short gasp suddenly filled the air, and Kim Soleum’s thighs snapped shut around his face, he knew he’d hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Using one hand to hold Kim Soleum’s warm legs away from his face, he continued to mercilessly move his tongue, rhythmically pounding against the slightly textured patch of skin inside of Kim Soleum.
Kim Soleum writhed, flipping his upper body from side to side like he wanted to escape, but his pelvis showed otherwise, moving with spasming movements towards his face whenever his tongue rubbed along the sensitive part in his vagina. And then, his thighs clamped down on his head again, only this time—as he could feel the shuddered passing through Kim Soleum’s body—he let them, slowly slowing down his tongue, until Kim Soleum’s hips bucked and he was practically ripped out.
His world went dark as Kim Soleum dropped the dress over his head.
All he could do was hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breaths, heavy and consistent, and smell and feel Kim Soleum’s sex all over his face.
Dropping backwards onto his ass, he batted the dress off of his head and then stood up.
“Are you alright, sir?”
His voice was raspy but even he could tell that amusement rang clear.
Kim Soleum didn’t answer though, simply sending him a thin and weak glare from where he lay on the table, flushed, and glistening.
“You… are a monster.”
I’m sorry, who’s the monster in this relationship? But he didn’t say anything out loud and instead made his way over to the sink.
The water was cool, the perfect temperature for his flaming skin. Though it did not thing to quench the other flame within him and within his very frustrating pants, if cleaned his face and soother his sore throat that ached from stretching his tongue so much.
Swallowing the water, he let out a refreshing sigh and looked at himself in the mirror. He’d gotten most of Kim Soleum’s stench off of him with the provided soap, but now his curls were wet and even the rest of his hair was all over the place.
It was fine though. If they were correct, that was the end of the Darkness and they would be free to go soon. Perhaps after they cleaned themselves up.
He glanced at Kim Soleum behind him through the mirror. The psychopath was still on the table, though he was sitting up now. He looked to be reading through the comic.
Ugh, he really is a perv.
“Sir, I think we have to get changed to be able to exit the Darkness. Do you want to put that down and—”
“Shut up.” Kim Soleum’s harsh voice cut through the air as if he hadn’t just been shuddering around his tongue moments ago.
Baek Saheon grit his teeth. “Sir, I would really—”
“It’s not over yet, you asshole,” he suddenly snapped, turning towards Baek Saheon. He then tossed the magazine onto the floor between them.
Baek Saheon reluctantly bent down and picked it up.
What was he looking at to make him think that?
He flipped through but didn’t see anything they had missed.
As if sensing that he was about to ask, Kim Soleum spoke up. “Check the fucking back.”
Flipping it over, he saw what Kim Soleum was talking about and his heart fell down to his ass.
Another little sticky note.
On the back of the magazine was an advertisement promoting the sequel that would soon be released and the sticky note read: It’s too bad they canceled the sequel! I’d do anything to see it :(
Baek Saheon slowly raise his eyes, making eye contact with his roommate. Ah fuck.
Kim Soleum hopped down from the table, though his walk was slightly awkward.
“So, this sequel doesn’t give us much to go off of besides the fact that the main character hires the maid to come to his house.”
“Yes, sir. And we can assume that the sequel is more… riveting.”
“Full on sex.”
“Probably, sir.”
He sighed. “Great. Well, we know the Darkness likes this dress so I’ll keep it on.” He glanced over at Baek Saheon, eyes very obviously on his dick that was angrily straining against the denim. “Can you unbuckle your belt now?”
“Oh, right.” Quickly, he undid the buckle and was able to unzip his pants and slip them off, cock springing slightly more outwards as there was only the fabric of his boxers left. “Looks like yes, sir.”
Kim Soleum cleared his throat. “Alright, then the premise will be that you hire me to come over and make your bed. They you can flip me onto the bed and we’ll have sex and then voilà.”
“Right, voilà.” Baek Saheon wondered if Kim Soleum wrote erotic novels in his free time. It was plausible, considering how crazy he was. “We don’t have a bed though.”
And, just as he said that, a large bed seemed to rise out of the strange, pillowy ground, just like how the table had.
“Huh, I guess it likes this.” Kim Soleum smiled that creepy smile of his that sent a shiver down Baek Saheon’s spine.
The bed was king sized with a canopy hanging over it. It was all white, with white lace and white silk and white— well, everything. In the split second Baek Saheon had looked away, Kim Soleum’s dress had also turned from black with white lace to white with black lace and in addition to his costume he now had stockings, too.
Baek Saheon snorted. “I guess it really likes it.”
Kim Soleum nodded, looking at his sleeves that we no longer stained with tears and spit.
“Wait one minute. I’m going to wash my face. It looks like it’s supposed to be a new day so I shouldn’t look completely… sexed.”
Not even a minute later, Kim Soleum was back, face no longer red, and hair neatly parted down the middle once again. It was almost impressive.
Kim Soleum walked over and sat on the corner of the bed. “Let’s begin.”
Baek Saheon smirked internally. He used to hate that robotic, controlled demeanor, but now that he knew he could ruin it, it was almost like a tease—a dare.
“Yes, sir.”
Placing himself between Kim Soleum’s legs, he leaned down and cupped his cheeks in his hands, before engulfing him in a kiss. This kiss he kept slower, not speeding up even as Kim Soleum bit and licked him. He wasn’t a fool, he noticed the fact that Kim Soleum was wearing a white dress. Obviously the characters weren’t married, but it was definitely supposed to be more romantic. In that same light, it shouldn’t be too romantic, the characters fucked in a break room after all, and they were technically a forbidden romance.
He slowly moved his mouth away from Kim Soleum’s red lips and placed kisses along his cheeks and then his ear. He tugged Kim Soleum’s ear with his teeth but when he didn’t get much of a reaction, he moved on, back to his neck which he knew elicited moans.
His previous bites and hickeys still starred Kim Soleum’s skin making it look like he’s been attacked by some mosquito. He kissed right over them, though, relishing in the way Kim Soleum started to squirm.
Just as he pulled back, about to move on, Kim Soleum sighed. “Do you have to do this?”
Baek Saheon tilted his head. “What, sir?”
“All this foreplay?”
“Uh, sir? Did you not see how much there was in the first comic?”
Kim Soleum pressed his lips together.
Baek Saheon scoffed under his breath. “What, are you going to help me with this?” He gestured towards his cock that was still forming a tent in his underwear.
Kim Soleum’s face instantly contorted.
“See, if you’re just going to lay there, sir, you don’t get a say. Can we agree on that?”
Kim Soleum opened his rosy lips, but before he could say anything, Baek Saheon grabbed the back of the dress’s high collar, pulling it tightly, constricting Kim Soleum’s throat.
“Asshole,” Kim Soleum choked out.
“Do you not think that’s fair, sir?”
He said fair but they both knew that it had nothing to do with that. Kim Soleum simply had no leverage in this room. There were no weapons in which he could hurt Baek Saheon with without his immediate knowledge, and no matter how crazy he was, they both wanted to get out alive.
And so, he nodded, the tight fabric forming a blooming red line across his arching throat.
“Fine. Fair.”
With a mocking smile, Baek Saheon let go of the back of his dress and picked him up, placing him laying down on the plush fabrics, head among the many pillows.
Kim Soleum rubbed his neck with his long fingers. “I’m really just going to lay here then.”
“Fine by me, sir.”
Whether Kim Soleum continued to grumble or not, he didn’t know because he focused back on the man’s body—one of his better qualities.
With delicate lips, he kissed him down, starting at his bare neck where he kissed over the choking mark he’d created, and trailing down to the heart shaped cut out of his chest. He rubbed his nipples slowly through the fabric as he moved his kissed down his arms to the hands, kissing each knuckle as though it were a jewel.
He wasn’t sure if this was too much, but the Darkness hadn’t kicked them out yet, so he assumed he wasn’t doing terribly.
His concept was “the server gets served” and so he was trying his best to get that across.
As he finished kissing along Kim Soleum’s fingers, he gently took his pointer and middle finger and slid them into his mouth. Kim Soleum, who had been watching him, let out a small grunt, but otherwise didn’t pull away.
Letting his warm tongue circle Kim Soleum’s fingers, he caressed them in the same way he knew felt nice, watching as red slowly spread across Kim Soleum’s face.
He’s probably thinking about how this feels the same as when he touches himself.
The made Baek Saheon grin internally. Sex wasn’t just physical, it was also mental. And Baek Saheon was winning.
Pulling Kim Soleum’s fingers out of his mouth, he purposefully let his saliva stretch out, creating a beaded line between them until it snapped.
Letting Kim Soleum wipe his fingers off on his own, he moved towards Kim Soleum’s legs, finally releasing Kim Soleum’s nipple from the constant circles he had been drawing.
He was wearing stockings now and seeing how in the first edition the characters had had sex with clothes on, he decided to not touch those, rather he kissed atop the fabric, starting from the dorsal of Kim Soleum’s foot and ending at the way at the end of the stockings that rose half way up his milky thighs.
He fingered at the elastic ending of the stockings that were adorned with black bows and decor, pulling and letting it snap back down, before kissing it better.
Kim Soleum flinched every time but Baek Saheon noticed the way his free leg bent up and leaned in, attempting to create friction in his cunt.
Lifting his dress up and folding it over Kim Soleum’s waist, he started kissing and nipping down his upper thighs.
By the time he was licking stripes along the inside of Kim Soleum’s thighs, he could smell Kim Soleum’s slick again, and he could see it seeping through his new, white, lacey panties.
His own cock was aching, as desperate to be inside Kim Soleum as Kim Soleum was to have him inside.
Had he played long enough?
He made eye contact with Kim Soleum who’s red face and panting breaths told him all he needed to know.
Yes.
Using his teeth, he slowly pulled Kim Soleum’s underwear down and off, tossing it to the side and revealing Kim Soleum’s throbbing pussy to the cold air.
Kim Soleum sucked in a sharp breath at this motion, legs instinctively trying to close.
Baek Saheon parted them back open again.
Using two fingers, he started back up what had been doing a while ago: stroking his labia up and down and circling his cunt with his thumb.
As the entrance became visibly wetter and wetter, he inevitably dipped his fingers in, starting with two this time as he was still loose from their previous activities.
Kim Soleum arched into the intrusion, hands gripping at the sheets below them.
Now that Kim Soleum’s knees were bent and not hanging, Baek Saheon used his body to stop them from closing together. His other hand continued to play with the elastic of the stocking the was riding up Kim Soleum’s thigh.
Soon enough, he slipped a third finger in easily. He wasn’t even sure Kim Soleum noticed because of the stimulation to his clit.
Spreading his fingers, he watched at the hole expanded and hungrily sucked at his fingers, juices pouring out. Squelching sounds filled the room, coinciding with Kim Soleum’s small whimpers and gasps.
The tightness in his underwear was become almost unbearable at this point and he was sure he’d come the second he put his penis in.
Leaving the stockings alone, he quickly pulled his boxers down, letting his cock finally be free. It was stiff and red with anticipation.
Switching out his hands, he used the slick that covered his fingers to coat his dick and give himself a couple good pumps. Then pleasure was so instantaneous that his fingers almost stuttered inside of Kim Soleum.
Pulling his hand out completely, he wiped the rest of the wetness onto his cock and then leaned over to look Kim Soleum in the eyes, though his eyes were unfocused and full of pleasure.
“Are you ready, sir?”
Kim Soleum nodded. “Let me turn around though. I don’t want to look at you.”
Baek Saheon would say he was surprised, but really, he wasn’t.
He waited for Kim Soleum to sit up and then turn around, and then have to untangle the mess he made of his dress during the whole process.
When he finally got everything settled, he laid his head down into one of the pillows, placing one underneath his chest too, ass placed up in Baek Saheon’s face.
“Alright, do what you must.”
Baek Saheon was sure he’d be drooling in any other occasion.
Kim Soleum’s round ass was perked up in the air, cunt spread wide just for him, white and clear fluids starting to drip down his previously clean legs, staining the stockings.
He was hungry for it.
He grabbed Kim Soleum’s hips and aligned his dick to Kim Soleum’s entrance. Even just as his tip touched, the slit seemed to pull at him, causing his nerves to run haywire.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He dipped his dick in, the tip pressed into the warm cave, and then, his thrusted.
The motion sent a ripple of heat through him, causing him to choke on his own breath. He could feel every crevice, every bump and change in texture rubbing along side his dick.
Kim Soleum’s gasped too, instantly tightening around his cock.
“Loosen up, will you, sir?”
“Don’t fucking call me s-sir while you’re inside me,” Kim Saheon hissed out between ragged breaths.
Baek Saheon smirked. “What should I can you then?”
“N-nothing. Just stop t-talking.”
Baek Saheon shut his mouth but he didn’t let the smirk drop from his face.
As soon as he heard Kim Soleum’s breaths start to even out, he started.
With precise snaps of his hips, he thrusted into Kim Soleum, eliciting moans that were largely louder than any of the previous ones he had heard come from the man’s mouth.
His own body was tense with pleasure, at the way Kim Soleum sounded, at the way he felt, at the way he pulled at him, urging him to come deeper and deeper. Burning sparks flashed through him, stringing the back of his eyes and swirling his thoughts.
He grit his teeth, trying to keep the rhythm he’d set, trying not to let his hips stutter. The heat that had been constant within him though was starting to boil.
Ugh, I really don’t like this position.
With an irritated groan, he grabbed Kim Soleum with knowledge that he could pick him up, and flipped him over, hooking his leg over his shoulder.
Kim Soleum instantly let out a little scream of surprise at the motion but Baek Saheon instantly stopped.
“Are you okay?” He panted.
“Huh?” Kim Soleum looked dazed, like he wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. His hair was plastered all over his forehead with sweat and spit was rubbed all along his cheek from where he had drooled into the pillow.
“Um, nothing.” Baek Saheon decided the sex was definitely getting to him, because in no other circumstance would he had actively felt worry for someone like Kim Soleum.
Quickly, he got back into the rhythm, pounding into Kim Soleum once more, hitting a deeper angle than he could before. The dress was a mess between them, stained with sweat and precome and slick, and the stockings were rolled all the way down to Kim Soleum’s ankles.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other and Kim Soleum’s crying moans filled his ears in beat with his own blood.
Pressure was building up inside of him at the continuous friction and he could feel his climax coming, digging along the edges of his skin, begging to happen.
Even if he lost his sense of self sometime while having sex, he wasn't crazy enough to come inside Kim Soleum when the Darkness didn’t give them condoms. Partly because he didn’t want to end up baby trapped to this psycho.
Leaning over, he bent Kim Soleum further in half, pumping faster and faster, watching as Kim Soleum’s eyes rolled back and feeling the sharp pain of his nails digging into his back.
And then Kim Soleum’s eyes rolled tightened around him, who body curling in on itself as spasm of pleasure rippled through him.
Baek Saheon quickly pulled out as he felt himself reach his own climax, gaze turning white for a second as that heat that had been sitting in his stomach for so long as finally concluded.
With harsh breaths, he opened his eyes to see his come splattered all over Kim Soleum and his white dress who lay there pretty like some porcelain doll, red tinting ever stretch of his body, eyes disconnected like he was still on his high, and he probably was the way his fingers and toes were still twitching.
Baek Saheon sighed, body wanting to collapse and just sleep.
I’m going to have to clean this asshole, aren’t I?
He closed his eyes, centering himself, when suddenly, everything started to change.
Every sensation shifted and suddenly, it all disappeared.
His breath was suddenly even again.
Baek Saheon opened his eyes.
As though nothing had happened—as though just a blink had passed—he was back on the streets, a block away from where he and Kim Soleum stayed.
Glancing over, he saw Kim Soleum was standing still next to him as well.
“Sir?”
And the immediate redness in Kim Soleum’s face was all the confirmation he needed.