Vicious Darling

[43]

My mind goes blank. Like a short circuit.

“Hnn, ngh…”

The moan escaping between my teeth was terribly fractured.

Not particularly thin, nor sensual enough to stir others.

Chris gritted his teeth, feeling cold sweat running down his spine.

His wandering gaze catches Yuri’s face.

He was smiling, showing his teeth.

Seeing his rarely satisfied expression, Chris felt ecstasy rising between waves of pain.

Something must be seriously broken within him.

Otherwise, how could even a moment like this feel sweet?

Yuri exhaled a low, rough breath. His face showed dried-up patience.

It seemed Chris wasn’t the only one who felt a moment stretching into eternity.

“It’s too… dry,” Yuri muttered to himself.

“Maybe I should have licked it to moisten it.”

But when their eyes met, Chris realized those words were meant for him to hear.

His face flushed hot.

“Should I move?”

Chris shook his head.

It had only been a moment since he’d sutured Yuri’s ankle. He didn’t want to create situations where Yuri would need to exert himself.

Chris slowly began to rock his hips.

The hot column of flesh spread open the narrow passage.

As he struggled to swallow the dick pushing inside him, his knees would instinctively rise whenever it approached his sensitive spot.

His insides greedily tightened each time Yuri’s organ tried to withdraw, as if reluctant to let it go.

His spine tingled at the firm sensation against his inner walls. Fear swept through him that his soft interior might be completely crushed if he slipped even slightly.

Despite having learned through numerous experiences that this was actually an illusion.

“Haah…”

Yuri exhaled deeply.

His purple eyes were clouded with a layer of desire, spreading into a hazier color.

The man who firmly gripped Chris’s waist whispered:

“If you keep trying to be clever… should I get on top instead?”

“N-no, I won’t,” Chris bit his lips repeatedly.

Yuri’s white fingers pushed between his teeth. A warning not to treat himself roughly.

He wished things could be like usual.

‘Come here, bite, suck, swallow. Such simple commands would be better.’

Chris lowered his eyes and slowly licked those fingers.

He slowly pulled his head back. Fortunately, Yuri didn’t tell him to stop.

After steadying his breath, Chris slowly relaxed the tension in his body.

His heart pounded loudly with anticipation and fear.

He mounted Yuri’s body, who had dropped his hands as if giving Chris free rein.

Then, very slowly, he lowered himself onto Yuri’s dick.

The moment their bodies completely locked together, tears fell from Chris’s eyes.

More from overwhelming sensation than sadness.

‘Should I have licked it first to make it wet?’

Even though the path had already been opened once, the sensation of spreading his most vulnerable flesh and having his deepest parts pierced never became familiar.

Chris’s body trembled at the chilling, distant thrill.

“What a view,” Yuri remarked.

At those words, Chris hurriedly wiped his eyes.

Even knowing they were physiological tears, he felt embarrassed that Yuri had seen him crying.

He could see Yuri’s lips curling upward.

His breath carried sweet pleasure.

“Not being greedy enough is also a problem. Right?”

Chris licked his drying lower lip.

Like riding a wave, his body moved on its own.

His sensitive spot was so deep that even slight movements from Yuri made his lower abdomen burn.

Pleasure rose like a heat haze.

The sobs escaping between moments of restraint added a humid, sticky atmosphere to the dry air.

Chris felt dizziness from pleasure he hadn’t tasted for so long.

He wanted to surrender his body to this.

To this ecstasy, this impulse.

“B-but. I’m, ngh, fine.”

Chris muttered in a broken voice.

It was an attempt to control himself somehow.

“If I wanted a human to serve me, I would have left this room and found someone else.”

There was a hint of anger in Yuri’s fragmented voice.

He wrapped his fingers around Chris’s wrist, which had been bracing against his body.

Yuri began to move his hips.

“You keep treating me as if I’m something kept in a jewelry box.”

“Ah! Ngh!”

Each of his movements made squelching sounds.

“As if I might break.”

“Hah! Knngh…!”

Chris’s body jerked uncontrollably.

The more he tried to escape, the deeper the dick pushed inside.

He couldn’t properly use his strength against Yuri.

He couldn’t distinguish whether the sensation stinging his lower abdomen was pleasure or the guiding flowing from Yuri.

With his confused mind, he couldn’t even properly close his mouth, and rough cries escaped.

Chris now began to move his hips in response to Yuri.

Correspondingly, his reason flickered on and off repeatedly.

Mounted on top of Yuri, moving his hips for his own pleasure—he even felt a sense of liberation in this act.

No matter how much he took of him, how deeply he accepted him, only the thought of it not being enough remained.

“Ngh, hah, ugh!”

Yuri released his seed deep inside Chris.

As he began moving his hips again, obscene squelching sounds emerged.

Chris’s hand unconsciously reached beyond his perineum, feeling Yuri’s dick connected to his body.

Despite the sensation of something sloshing inside him, nothing flowed out.

Yuri tightly gripped Chris’s thigh.

As if that were some kind of signal, Chris began moving again, bracing his hands on Yuri’s abdomen.

“Ha, good… good. Yuri. Yuri…”

Sobs escaped between his gasps.

Calling his master’s name so freely was addictive.

Yuri, who became particularly generous when dealing with a dog with glazed eyes, didn’t point this out.

Instead, the secret spot hidden inside his body was repeatedly pressed.

Yuri moved his body skillfully, blocking Chris’s attempts to escape from pleasure.

He couldn’t run away. Escaping was also impossible.

‘Then, then what should I do?’

The answer was clearly available.

Accept whatever Yuri gives.

Obedience always made him comfortable.

With each rock of his hips, as if mounted on a dildo rather than a person, Chris’s dick swung roughly up and down.

Having abandoned reason, only instinct remained to dominate Chris.

Here, there was no Yuri and no Chris. No master and his dog.

Only a vulgar Esper remained, wildly moving his hips atop his Guide.

‘Is it okay to prioritize only my own desires like this?’

Guilt and pleasure competed to grow larger.

Finally, white, thick liquid burst from the tip of Chris’s dick.

It splattered across Yuri’s chest, jawline, and all over the bed sheets, creating quite a mess.

Realizing this, Chris inhaled sharply.

“See?”

Yuri whispered.

Chris could see the corners of his mouth turned up.

A truly devilish smile.

“You’re doing just fine.”

The painful grip on his hair didn’t matter at all.

“G-good… good.”

Yuri’s lips met Chris’s face as it was roughly pulled down.

Receiving the somewhat hasty kiss, Chris closed his eyes.

“It’s good.”

***

Under the slipped sheets, Chris’s chest was covered with bite marks.

Rising from the bed, Chris found Yuri leaning against the curtained window.

Wearing only a loosely draped robe, his ankle—which hung to one side—bore both last night’s wound and a much older scar side by side.

“You’re awake.”

Yuri murmured, noticing Chris looking his way.

He checked his own ankle where Chris’s gaze had landed.

“You still look displeased.”

His face was quite expressionless as he clicked his tongue, as if thinking Chris would have liked it.

The purple eyes that had been staring at him in the darkness blinked slowly.

“You’re difficult.”

Chris responded to Yuri’s abrupt muttering.

“Me, you mean?”

Chris answered hastily, then realized his voice was hoarse.

He tried clearing his throat with a cough, but it didn’t seem like it would help immediately.

The price to pay for behaving like a beast, even with Yuri’s permission.

“Yes. You.”

Chris’s heart pounded at the purple eyes staring at him.

Looking for a way to avoid that gaze, he simply lowered his eyes.

Yuri, who Chris thought wouldn’t allow him to escape, was surprisingly quiet.

“Long ago, I thought you liked chewing on flesh.”

Chris froze.

This was from when he and Yuri first met.

A time when he had no reason and everything except the scent of his Guide’s flesh felt disgusting. Chris would hold onto Yuri and nip at him like a young beast.

No matter how much he was pushed away, it was useless.

Because he couldn’t control his strength well, bruises or wounds would sometimes mark that white skin.

Nevertheless, their relationship was pathological because neither could let the other go.

“Back then, I didn’t know how to express something precious.”

Chris confessed in a mumble.

A strange light glittered in Yuri’s purple eyes.

“Like a child who seeks candy all day after receiving one, I had never seen anything so sweet and soft in my life. I’d never encountered it before. I wanted to know, so I put it in my mouth.”

Shame and guilt remained on Chris’s face as he confessed.

“I hate seeing wounds on your—Yuri’s—body.”

Because it would hurt.

“…Is that so?”

Yuri murmured.

“Then, perhaps I’m much more primitive than you.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

Yuri, composing his expression, strode toward Chris.

Plopping down on the bed, he slid his fingers over Chris’s body.

Over the bite marks tracing from his neck to shoulders and chest.

The tingling sensation made Chris flinch.

“Since you spoke honestly, perhaps I should be honest too.”

Yuri murmured. Slowly meeting his gaze, he whispered:

“As you know, I have a cleanliness obsession. Sometimes even scars like these are difficult to bear.”

“You mean… your ankle? Those human traffickers.”

Chris gritted his teeth.

Anger so vivid rose within him that he almost forgot Yuri was right in front of him.

“…But I thought that if I could cover them with yours, perhaps that would be alright.”

Chris drew in a sharp breath at Yuri’s words.

As if unaware of his situation, Yuri muttered in a flat voice:

“You came to rescue me when this first appeared too.”

It was during one day in the bitter cold.