Vicious Darling

[60]

Chris’s platinum blonde hair swayed slowly.

It was like a metal that shouldn’t be swallowed.

Yet the thought of wanting to put it in one’s mouth anyway must be because it sparkled so brilliantly.

“Ah, uh… Yuri.”

Chris moaned, his legs spread, unable to curl up under the weight above him.

He looked up with reddened eyes.

As if begging for this waiting to end.

“Shh…”

The man whispered soothingly as he caressed his cheek.

From the beginning, Yuri had no intention of moving roughly.

He placed Chris’s hand on his stomach and overlapped it with his own.

As he pushed his dick into the already licked and moistened entrance, he gently pressed on Chris’s lower abdomen.

The sensation of the muscular stomach slowly rising was something he had felt many times before.

“Ngh!”

But the feeling of catching and holding down the hand that jerked at this realization was freshly delightful.

Yuri licked his lower lip.

Could there be another relationship so exhausting, so blind, and so one-sided?

Yet he still discovered novel pleasures.

Looking back, Chris was the only thing the capricious Yuri had ever devoted himself to so deeply.

“Ah… Ah…!”

Yuri’s lips slowly curved upward at Chris’s high-pitched exclamations.

The frantically shaking blue eyes rolled halfway back.

Hunched shoulders and widely parted lips.

The man with lowered head stole his breath.

“Hgh, mmph…”

Chris, who had forgotten to breathe, gasped urgently as he regained his senses.

His gaze toward Yuri was contorted with confusion.

But it wasn’t difficult to read traces of ecstasy in his cheeks, now more flushed than before.

Though his mouth remained stubbornly closed, Chris’s body was always rather honest.

‘I made it so he couldn’t endure otherwise.’

Driving Chris into a corner was one of the things Yuri did best.

“I’ve put it in. All the way.”

His own breathing was also somewhat rough. Chris rolled his blue eyes.

Though Yuri hadn’t ordered it, the joints of his fingers rubbing his lower abdomen trembled minutely.

“Ha, haah…”

As if the confusion had finally subsided, Chris took a deep breath while slightly shifting his body.

It was his first time receiving the man without any guiding.

At first, he couldn’t tell what the difference was. Just knowing Yuri wanted him was enough to drive him out of his mind with joy.

But from insertion onward, the feeling itself gradually changed. Yuri felt more vivid.

Both the pleasure and the pain he gave.

If guiding had melted them together as if one body, now Chris could distinguish between ecstasy and pain.

The foreign sensation of being spread open was so clear. Even if he wanted to forget it with the heat rising to his head, the presence of the man mounted above him felt vividly real.

He was his master.

All this time, Chris thought Yuri had taken him in because he couldn’t discard him. Unless thrown beyond Lethe into the afterlife, Chris would always return to his side.

That’s why he had only left Yuri’s side after resolving to die, to carry out his revenge by proxy.

But now Yuri had ordered Chris not to leave his side.

Never before and never after had Chris accepted an order so gladly.

“Yu-Yuri…”

In his efforts to somehow accept Yuri even more, his movements showed unmistakably clear desire.

Chris, his hands trembling, wrapped his legs around Yuri’s waist.

“Mo-more… It’s… okay.”

A chilling sadistic urge rose up Yuri’s spine as he slowly savored the sight.

Honestly, it wasn’t proper seduction.

Even when Chris wanted something, he only requested it passively.

Dripping with cold sweat and with contorted eyes, Chris was clearly in pain. Nevertheless, he urged Yuri on as if thinking he was being considerate due to his condition.

“Ngh.”

Yuri bit his lip at the pressure gripping him from below.

With his mouth slightly open, his gaze met fevered blue eyes.

Would he want to look so enchanted while being violated with no escape?

Having brought such a dull-witted and blind thing into his life, Yuri too had come to resemble Chris.

Chris must know that Yuri isn’t the gentlest master.

‘Yet he gave me his reins.’

If he weren’t such a dull-witted and blind beast, he wouldn’t have volunteered to be the dog of someone like him.

Yuri knew this all too well.

“You need to… relax.”

Yuri whispered soothingly in a slightly softened voice.

As he slowly began to move his lower body, Chris’s body jerked.

“Ngh, ugh…”

Like ripples spreading across a wide water surface from a single droplet, heat spread from his lower abdomen throughout his entire body.

Yuri’s breathing, his gaze, the sweat beads on his temple—all felt more vivid.

The fingertips gripping the sheets tingled with a fulfillment that preceded desire.

His toes curled involuntarily as he struggled to release the tension in his body.

Though Yuri wasn’t rushing, Chris, who had been mentally hurried for some time, moved his hips.

He wanted to hold onto the man inside him for as long as possible. To accept him more deeply.

The hot column of flesh felt larger when held inside than it looked to the eye. A low moan escaped between breaths that had been rising to his chin all along.

“Ungh, hss…”

Each time Chris’s lips moved, Yuri’s purple eyes seemed to darken.

Almost to the point of appearing black.

“G-good. Good… go…”

Despite knowing his pronunciation kept slipping, Chris moved his lips.

He could feel Yuri’s hands tightening on his waist. His fingers dug into the flesh as if to leave marks.

No, he hoped they would leave deep blue bruises.

To serve as evidence that Yuri had possessed him.

If so, wouldn’t he realize even upon waking that this wasn’t a dream but reality?

“Chris… Chris…”

The man thrusting into him muttered incoherently.

Yuri hadn’t known it would be so exciting to have Chris looking up at him with clearer eyes.

It was different from the pleasure he felt watching the man who always melted from guiding, crying and begging. This sensation was very unfamiliar.

A feeling of connection beyond just bodies.

Even if it was an illusion granted by this moment, Yuri sensed that he would never forget today.

He wanted to merge bodies until they were raw and worn. He didn’t want to separate while connected as one.

To make this fantasy eternal.

“Ah, ah…!”

Chris’s waist jerked.

Yuri thrusting his hot dick into him and moving his hips was the same as always.

The pleasure from having his insides crushed and mashed by a solid flame wasn’t different between then and now.

Only receiving Yuri with a more intact mind was different.

Now he was being carved alive without even the means to faint.

He felt like a stone being endlessly ground and hammered in the hands of a sculptor with chisel and mallet.

Yuri was remaking and molding Chris.

A soft sensation touched his eyes as he gasped, captivated by inescapable sensations.

Only then did Chris realize he was ceaselessly shedding tears.

“Don’t. Don’t look so pitiful.”

Yuri, interlocking his fingers with Chris’s and pulling him closer, exhaled roughly and added:

“It makes me want to. Push you harder.”

At those words, Chris opened his dry lips.

“Kiss, please kiss me.”

That his one desire, with eyes so overflowing with lust, would be a moment’s kiss.

He was clearly determined not to listen.

“…I said don’t look pitiful.”

Yuri lowered his head and bit Chris’s lips painfully.

“Ah!”

He blocked the thrilling cry that burst from Chris’s mouth with his own lips. When he moved his hips to thrust upward, the trembling body greedily swallowed Yuri’s dick.

As if begging him to come even deeper inside.

It seemed like he was asking to be tormented even when Yuri wanted to be gentle.

Sunlight streaked across the bed where the two were messily entangled.

Watching the stripes of light and darkness created through the blinds at the window rest on Chris’s body, Yuri felt a strange impulse.

Doesn’t it look like he’s caged behind bars?

No prison existed under this sky that could confine Chris. Despite knowing this fact clearly, his mouth went dry at the sight before him.

“Hgh, hic.”

Chris was looking up at him, panting.

Though his face was flushed with heat, those blue eyes looked innocent.

Even after being so thoroughly broken and damaged.

“Chris.”

Fingers threading through platinum blonde hair lifted his face.

“Today, I won’t let you finish easily.”

***

“Why are you so out of it?”

Peter nudged Chris.

Appearing only for a late breakfast, Chris had been dazed throughout.

“And where did Yuri go again?”

“He’s resting.”

Despite feeling a headache from his hangover, Yuri hadn’t shown it during their entire time having sex.

During the night, Chris saw Yuri get up from bed to find and take medicine. Perhaps because of that, Yuri was still asleep when Chris opened his eyes.

“So that’s why you’re washing up here?”

Chris nodded as he took out his toothbrush.

The sensitive Yuri might wake up if he heard water sounds.

At the same time, he turned on the terminal to check on the status of Dain, the only child in the abandoned factory district.

As the loading finished, Chris turned his head toward the screen and crushed his toothbrush.

“What’s wrong?”

A startled Peter checked the image of Factory 8 over his shoulder.

The Locksmith’s face also turned pale.

Beyond the screen, Mihir was making eye contact with them.

The man, smiling with crescent eyes, moved his lips.

‘Hello.’