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“Eheheeheheheheheh-” Kim Dokja’s deluded giggle sounds in the apartment as he drinks his fifth bottle of soju. I’m on the couch right behind him, laying on it, my own can in my hand as I grip it a bit tighter.
“What the fuck are you giggling about?” I turn, setting the beer can on the carpet. I turn to lay on my side and adjust my head on the couch’s arm, and cross my arms over my chest.
“Jus’ thinkin’ bout your marriage with Lee Seolhwa in the firs’ ‘ound.” His words are slurring. He’s way too drunk. I clench my jaw. .
[The constellation “Abyssal Black Flame Dragon” wonders what Kim Dokja just said]
Oh right. This would be censored to all of them. I ignore the message.
“What’s so funny about that?”
“Nothin’. Jus’ how cute it’d be, hehe.” He covers his mouth with the back of his hand and leans back, his head brushing against my forearm, leaving a trail of goodbyes behind. Thee empty bottle of soju falls on the ground from his hand after he takes a long swig.
“.....I don’t remember the ceremony.”
“Aw man.” His voice is still slurry, but he sounds sympathetic. I gaze at the back of his head. I raise a fingertip to lightly take the end of a lock in my hands. He shivers a little as my other finger accidentally grazes against his neck. Raising an eyebrow, I again touch the same spot, the area now very warm, as if blood rushed there.
“U-Ugh, don’t do tha’. I’m ticklish.” He whined. I feel the corners of my mouth lifting.
“Anyways.” I stop touching the spot and focus on the hair lock, twirling it around my fingers. It has gotten longer than when we first met. But I won't ask him to get a haircut.
“Y’know, you can alway’ have a new ceremony.” His tone is thoughtful. I feel confused.
“Why would I want to marry her?”
“....cuz she’s your first love? Duh?”
I sigh and sit up. My legs go around his shoulders, pinning them to the sofa on which I'm sitting, and the one he was using as a back rest. He’s sitting with his knees basically up to his chest, arms around his legs and his face dropping down.
I reach out and grip his chin, forcing him to look up at me.
“What if I don't like her anymore?”
“Then go marry who you like? Haha, stupid bastard.” His eyes look a bit watery, but not in a crying way. More in a “I just yawned and a tear escaped” way. A dumb smile was plastered on his lips. I feel my own eyes narrowing.
“Can I kiss who I like?”
“‘Course you can~”
“What if I don’t know if they like me back?”
“Who-” He yawns, a cute noise escaping from his throat. “-wouldn’t like you?”
“Right.” I let out a chuckle.
I stretch my thumb to pull his lower lip down, effectively opening his mouth and lean down to mold my lips over his. I drink his gasp when he feels my lips. I manage to slip my tongue in and lick the underside of his tongue. I can taste the soju on his lips, and I didn’t realize that it could taste so sweet. Ever.
I suck on his lips a bit harder so that a pop sound echoes when I break the kiss apart. I open my eyes to look at him. Those greyish brown, circular galaxies are wide, suddenly rapt with attention. I chuckle.
“W-Wha- why- huh-” He shifts out of my touch and turns to face me, the back of his hand against his swollen lips. I lean my elbows against my knees, a smile never leaving my lips.
“You told me I could kiss you.”
“Not me! Th-the person that you like-”
“They’re not different.”
“What?”
“I said,” I sit down and lean in again, my hands going on to his knees as I force them apart gently, making him prop his back against the table in front of us, which was covered in bottles and cans and paper cups.
“You and the person I like are the same people.”
“.....so you like me?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
He lips part again in an expression of his shock. I have rendered him speechless for the first time ever, and I will take pride in that.
“S-Since when-”
“Longer than you could imagine, so we will not delve into that.”
[The constellation “Demon King of Salvation” has used the skill “Lie Detection” on Incarnation Yoo Joonghyuk!]
[The statement is confirmed to be true!]
He looks at the blue screen in front of him in shock.
“Don’t you like me too, Dokja?” I angle my head so that my tongue can taste his neck. I lick a particular spot before biting down on it gently, afterwards sucking on it.
“I-I-” He groans when he feels my lips. The sound goes straight to my dick.
“Joo-Joonghyuk-ah”
This is the first time he has called me that.
[The constellation “Demon-like Judge of Fire” is screaming and pulling out her hair.]
[The constellation “Secretive Plotter” is threatening to eradicate Yoo Joonghyuk’s existence.]
[A fight has begun between “Demon-like Judge of Fire” and “Secretive Plotter!]
I straighten my back when I see those notifications. Way to ruin the fucking mood.
“Dokkaebi.” No response.
“If you do not stop streaming us this instant, you will regret it.”
A quiet message appears in front of my eyes.
[Channel BI#4951 has stopped streaming for the time being.]
“Finally.” I mutter and turn to look at Dokja, who’s looking at me through his lashes, hand still on his face, though this time, he looks even prettier and erotic than before.
I get up. “Yeah, that’s enough.” I mutter. I pick him up with ease- why doesn’t he feed himself properly?- and throw him over my shoulders. A yelp escapes his mouth and he immediately attempts to kick me off.
“You’re gonna fall.” I say, my grip tightening across his ass, which was right over my shoulder.
“And I’m trying to escape!”
“Thought you were drunk?” I say as I exit the room, looking around. Nobody’s here.
“I was, until you decided to pull this shit!”
“Shut up.” A sharp slap echoes from the walls.
I spanked him.
And his ass jiggled back up.
Well, isn’t this fun?
“Why would you hit me-”
“I can feel your cock on my shoulder. It’s very hard for someone who was just ‘hit’.” His mouth clasps shut on that and he goes still.
I enter a random room, whistling a little as I see a clean bed with white sheets. The curtains are pulled shut and there is a warm hue from the lights in the room.
“Oomph.” He groans a little as I plop him on the bed and immediately get on top of him, shimmy-ing out of my T-Shirt. I pull it over my head and off my arms. I look down at him to see his face dusted with pink.
“Like what you see?” He remains silent, not meeting my eyes. Well, if he’s not gonna respond, I'm gonna make him respond.
I extend my index and middle finger, tracing his sternum with them, and make my way downwards to hook them in his pants. As soon as he feels them, he gasps and covers his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Can I take this off?” I mutter, my own dick growing hard as I see a slightly wet spot in his pants.
“I-I don't…. know.” He still isn't looking at me. I sigh and gently turn his face so his eyes are boring into mine. My heart skips a beat and I suddenly feel breathless.
He resembles a sculpture. I know for a fact that if a god exists, they took their sweet time making him because they wanted to be proud of something.
“A-Are you okay? You-You're red in the face all of a sudden.”
I snicker. My head automatically leans down onto his shoulder. “Do you even like me back?”
I should not have asked that. Of course he doesn’t like me. Maybe I should regress. I don't want to hear his answer to my question. What if he says no? That will crush me. I think I should regress at that point if he doesn't like me back.
All of a sudden, he smacks my head and engulfs me in a hug. My eyes automatically go wide. Huh?
“Stop thinking about regressing you bastard.”
“.....and how did you figure that out?”
“How could I not?” I look down at his face buried into my bare chest. I make him look up at me.
“Can I kiss you?”
I soft giggle escapes his lips as he moves to meet my mouth with his. I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of the way my body has melted into his as we again lay down onto the bed. I’m afraid of the sweet nectar of sounds I’m drinking from his mouth. I’m afraid of the taste of his skin when I kiss his neck. I’m afraid of the way he gasps when my hand teases his chest, playing with the soft pink appendage.
I’m afraid of myself for the thoughts I have about caging him completely, all to myself, for no one else to see.
“Joo-Joonghyuk-ah.” He groans when I start to lick his nipple, engulfing it in the heat of my mouth. I look at him through my lashes. His hand is around my shoulders, and mine are taking off my pants.
“N-gh,” He groans when I start sucking hard, as if out of spite. Though of course, I could never harbor any kind of emotion for him other than love and every other thing he has ever wanted to feel.
His back arches as I pull his pants off, supporting my action.
“C-Can I touch you here?” I stammer out. I couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“....Mmm.” He shyly hums in affirmance. Head turning to the side. I slowly take off his underwear. I know he feels every fiber of the cloth he’s wearing brush over his skin, and I revel in that. As soon as it slides off completely, I see the slightly red head of an erect, peachy dick. Fuck, even his dick’s pretty.
“Forgive me, Dokja.”
“W-What?” I take in the look on his face, which screams about how traitorous this whole interaction has felt for him.
I purse my lips and immediately push his legs apart by his knees, taking in the entire length in my mouth.
“H-Hagh!” His head immediately drops back as I hollow my cheeks and start to slide my mouth on it. His hand weakly tries to push me away.
“T-That’s dirty, a-agh!”
“Aye donf kare. (I don’t care.)” The words come out a little muffled, but I’m sure he got the message.
“Ugh, don’t talk with it in my mouth, it feels weird!” He groans and again tries to push my head away. God, you’d think I'm forcing myself on him. Wait. Am I?
“S-Shit, Joonghyuk-ah~” Nevermind, he said my name. The way I had always imagined him to say it. “I-I’m gonna-h-agh-cum.”
“Een mai mouf. (In my mouth)”
“H-Hngh!” I feel hot fluid gushing into my mouth. A tear escapes my eyes as I try to take it all in, not letting a drop spill. It’s very thin, bitter even, but that’s fine. The look on Dokja’s face is good enough for me.
I straighten my back to take all of him in at once-his disheveled state isn’t something that I get to see often. The way his neck is covered in red spots, his wet nipple, and his leaking dick. All. Mine.
I slowly lift my finger to circle the rim of his ass. He gapes as I do so, but then goes limp. It makes me feel iffy.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” I lean to kiss his eyes.
“N-no, I want to, but-ugh.” A small groan, which was probably stemming from pain rather than pleasure escapes his mouth. How pretty. My finger pumps in and out slowly.
“Does this feel okay?”
“...p-painful.” He drops his head onto the pillow and tries to relax, but it doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon.
“Give it some time, Dokja.”
“M-Mm.” I slowly increase the pace of my fingering, but strangely, the painful expression hasn’t left his face. Weird. Isn’t it supposed to be somewhere around here?
I insert another finger. Maybe this will help?
His expression still does not change-it’s painful.
Maybe a third one?
“J-Joonghyuk ah.” His voice is painful. Shit. Maybe he doesn’t have a prostate.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll-”
“Just put it in.” He mutters and covers his face. I feel like being punched in the face would make me believe the reality of what he’s saying.
“...do you want to get punched?”
“N-no.”
“Then do it already.”
“I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can bear it. So,” He lifts his foot to press down on my already leaking dick. Fuck, I could cum from his heartbeat.
“Do it.”
“Y-Yes sir.”
I take a deep breath and exhale. I have to do it slowly so that it doesn’t hurt him. I line the head of my dick with his hole and slowly push it in.
Fuck, I feel like I’m about to explode. I have to hold it in, but fuck.
“A-agh.” He already was in so much pain, and now I’m just adding on to that? I must be the worst person alive.
“I’m gonna go a bit deeper now.”
“O-Okay, agh.”
I whoosh a breath out and push it in. His expression tells me it isn’t getting any better. Fuck, should I just pull out-
“H-Hngh!” All of a sudden, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he bites down on his lip hard. I can feel his insides twitching. I see his dick already up and about again.
Oh, thank heavens. It is just too deep to reach with my fingers.
How lucky.
“W–Wait, this feels weird-ngh, haa~” Another breathy moan escapes his mouth and he cums again. All over his stomach. Some of it got onto my face. I wipe it off with my thumb and lick it. His face turns red when he sees it.
“I haven’t even released once yet, y’know.” I lean to suck at his neck. I feel myself growing bolder and more confident by the minute after I saw him moaning his guts out.
“I-I-”
“Let’s hope you can keep up, yeah?”