ANGELIC PLEASURE (WOOBEOM)

SIN

Hot breath tickles the neck while the wet tongue draws patterns behind the ear known only to the Devil. Hands wander over the body, pressing his back to the hot chest, and Beom is lost and opens his mouth in a silent moan, not yet fully understanding the whole essence of what is happening. 

“Come on, my angel, you yourself agreed,” a sweet whisper knocks the ground out from under your feet, causing your knees to give way. If the owner of such an attractive voice had not held him so tightly, Kim would have been lying at his feet long ago.

“I didn’t put pressure on you or force you, it was your decision.” “Your desire,” the demon continues to tempt, touching his lips to the earlobe and beginning to gently suck on it. 

But Kim Beom can’t hear him anymore.  He’s breathing heavily and can’t concentrate on anything because there’s too much of a demon behind him.  Too much.  He's literally everywhere.  He kisses the neck, runs his hands over the thin, tender body, and touches the reddened nipples through the clothes.  And the angel is pleased.  Pleasant and disgusting.  He's disgusted with himself and with the fact that this gives him pleasure, although it shouldn't.  That's not why he agreed.  Kim just wanted Dong Wook to leave his ward alone and allow him not to fail the first task in his life.

A quiet groan echoes throughout the room as the demon leaves the first mark on his neck.  Kim bites her lip and squints her eyes, scared of herself and her reaction to what is happening.  A light chuckle is heard behind him, after which the angel already screams - Dong Wook picked him up in his arms and moved towards the bed, turning him towards him and forcing him to wrap his legs around his torso in search of support.

The coldness of the sheets, which was supposed to cool down, only intensified the perception, causing Kim Bum to arch over from every light touch of the demon.  Lee slowly lowered himself from his neck and, leaving the first kiss on the collarbone peeking out from under the T-shirt, he felt the angel beneath him tremble.  Gently pulling Beom towards him, he lifted him up and quickly pulled off the guy’s now unnecessary T-shirt.  Having descended from above and settled between his spread legs, the demon, with a slight tickle, ran his very tips of his fingers along the angel’s ribs, thereby making him exhale hoarsely.  Dong Wook breathed heavily, running the tip of his tongue along Bum’s lower lip, pressing lightly as if asking permission and feeling his lips give in and part slightly.  Not considering it necessary to hesitate further, he pushes inside and draws patterns on a foreign tongue, walking along the lower row of teeth.  Kim Beom only moans muffledly, trying to match the pace set by the demon.  When deft fingers count the ribs and touch the erect and reddened nipple, squeezing it lightly, Beom is thrown up on the bed and he groans violently, releasing all the air into the lips of Dong Wook, who pulls away to return to his collarbones.

Light, almost weightless butterfly kisses fall on the chest, intertwining in their dance with wet paths and bites, which the demon did not skimp on.  Lightly biting the skin under the collarbone, Lee immediately gently licks the mark, using the fingers of one hand to twist the sensitive nipple.  Kim Beom no longer holds back his ringing moans, allowing them to reflect off the walls and caress the man’s ears.  The guy squirms on the sheets, completely not knowing where to put his hands, what to grab and what to do.  When he buries his fingers in the shock of black hair and pulls lightly, the demon growls quietly and, leaving his chest alone, presses his hands to the bed above his head.  But the hint was understood.  Dong Wook sharply pressed himself to the guy’s lips, biting them and licking the first drops of blood, while Kim Beom twitched his hands in an attempt to grab onto something.

  When the kiss softened and the angel relaxed, no longer twitching from every slightest touch and movement, the man lets go of his hands and slowly, moving over every centimeter of the body, lowers them to his hips, holding them and rubbing his arousal against someone else’s through the fabric of his trousers.  Kim Beom whines quietly, leaning forward and starting to rub his groin, causing Dong Wook to pull away from his lips and involuntarily hiss through clenched teeth, smoothly moving to his buttocks and squeezing them.