Chapter 19: Bound by Heat and Desire

Song Seol slowly rotated his wrist. As his two fingers brushed along the inner walls, a wet, squelching sound filled the air, clear enough to be heard even through the haze of heat ringing in his ears.

“N-no… no…”

Wet? That couldn’t be right. How could a man’s body react like this on its own?

And yet the evidence was undeniable. Even now, the soft, damp sounds continued. Hae-min froze for a moment at the indecent noise, then quickly tried to gather himself.

“Th-that’s because… you already finished once, my lord…”

“Yes. I did.”

Song Seol smiled faintly, satisfied. Perhaps Hae-min had imagined it, the smile vanished almost as soon as it appeared.

Instead, Song Seol repositioned himself between Hae-min’s legs. Sensing what might come next, Hae-min shot him a wary glance.

Unbothered, Song Seol continued his ministrations, tracing the inside with his fingers, pressing insistently at the entrance. Each touch sent sharp, tingling sensations through him, though compared to when he was being penetrated, this was almost bearable.

“Haah…”

By now, even this was no longer shocking. Just moments ago, he had been filled to the root and taken to completion. So Hae-min let his body go slack, staring up at the ceiling.

“…Ah?”

But then, a soft, wet sensation brushed between his legs.

Startled, Hae-min looked down. There was Song Seol, his face buried between his thighs.

“N-no, you mustn’t- please don’t!”

Ignoring his protest, a warm, damp tongue dragged slowly along his perineum. The sensation made his whole body jolt. He tried to push Song Seol away, but couldn’t bring himself to touch his head, nor even properly shove his shoulders.

“Ah-!”

The tongue reached him. His strength gave out entirely, and he collapsed back as Song Seol continued, licking and tasting him thoroughly.

“I-it’s filthy…”

Hae-min covered his face with his arms, unable to bear the embarrassment. Whatever its intended purpose, that place had just been used, and even stained.

If anything, Song Seol should have been the one embarrassed. Yet he showed no shame. He licked slowly, deliberately, then pressed the tip of his tongue forward, probing insistently. When he began to suck, the sound was obscene, like biting into ripe fruit.

“There’s no scent… and yet it’s this sweet…”

“Ah… ngh…”

The heat and moisture wrapped around him, unfamiliar pleasure flickering in waves, so foreign it felt almost frightening. Yet his body, hypersensitive now, responded eagerly to every touch.

Song Seol suddenly chuckled, warm breath brushing against his skin. Even that felt like another caress, making Hae-min’s hips twitch involuntarily.

“Ah-0!”

“You can’t say you’re not wet anymore.”

“…”

“Nor that it’s too much.”

Reluctantly, he knew it was true. He could feel how soft and yielding he had become, like freshly steamed rice cake. Song Seol continued, relentless, licking and sucking with focused intent. Every tiny movement of his tongue now sent sparks through his nerves.

“Ah- ngh…! Just- just put it in…!”

Hae-min snapped his mouth shut too late. Song Seol had already heard.

“What did you just say?”

“N-nothing…”

“I don’t think so.”

As punishment for the lie, Song Seol bit lightly at his inner thigh. It stung, yet strangely heightened the sensation. Tears pricked at Hae-min’s eyes.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“…Just… do as you wish, my lord.”

“What I want… is for you to have what you want.”

Since when had he ever truly done that? Even in this moment, the thought felt absurd. But recalling it, Song Seol had rarely forced him outright, usually.

“Ah-!”

As if urging him to answer, Song Seol dragged his tongue across him again. The sensation was unbearable. At last, Hae-min gave in.

“…Please… put it in…”

He felt compelled to justify himself.

“It’s… it’s ticklish there… I just want it to stop- ah!”

Before he could finish, Song Seol pressed in. In an instant, he was filled again.

“A-ah! Ahh!”

The sensation shot up his spine, bursting in his mind. Hae-min arched, crying out.

Song Seol pushed deep, his body fully seated against him. Still not satisfied, he began to move, the firm tip pressing insistently, carving a path inside. Each thrust stirred what remained within him, making wet sounds as it shifted.

No matter how many times, this overwhelming fullness was impossible to grow used to. And yet, he had just begged for it.

“-!”

Song Seol drove into him harder. His breath hitched.

“Ah- ngh-!”

His breathing broke entirely, his body moving helplessly in rhythm. At some point, he began to move on his own, though he wasn’t even aware of it.

A large hand gripped his waist, steadying him, stroking as if to warm him.

“Ah-!”

Held firmly, he had no choice but to take every thrust. The rigid tip struck deep again and again.

‘I’m going to break…’

A flicker of fear crossed his mind, irrational, yet overwhelming.

“Please… slower…”

“Slower?”

To his surprise, Song Seol stopped immediately. Then slowly withdrew, the head dragging along his inner walls.

“Ahh…”

The drawn-out sound that escaped him was soft, almost sweet.

Finding amusement in that, Song Seol lightly bit his ear.

“Your body doesn’t seem to want slow.”

“N-no, that’s not-”

“Let’s see.”

He pushed back in, slowly this time. And just as before, Hae-min trembled, unable to hold back.

Song Seol paused, watching him, not to tease, not out of boredom, but simply to take him in.

The pale skin that had stayed cold through the seasons was now flushed with heat. His cheeks glowed faintly, his lips parted and glistening.

“M-my lord…”

Those lips called for him.

Something stirred deep within Song Seol. At that moment, the head inside him swelled.

“-!”

The sudden expansion made Hae-min’s eyes widen.

“My lord, don’t tell me…!”

Knotting.

The swelling locked them together from within.

“It hurts…”

Already stretched to the limit, he felt himself forced wider still. It was unbearable, far beyond anything before. Tears streamed down his face.

“Shh…”

Song Seol gently wiped them away, brushing damp hair aside.

“It’ll be over soon.”

“…ngh…”

Hae-min knew that wasn’t true. Not because Song Seol lied, but because it simply couldn’t be.

Still, Song Seol moved again.

“Ah-!”

Each thrust dragged against him, overwhelming him completely.

“Ah- ngh-!”

Stars burst behind his eyes, his vision flashing white again and again.