⚠️Warnings: Mature, Strong language, abuse, toxicity
"Greed, an insidious companion, whispered promises of possession into Adrian(Hwang Pil-Gwang) 's ear. The thought of claiming So Mun for himself consumed him. He knew that his actions were fraught...
"Let's meet in the middle, halfway in the middle, 'cause we both want a little bit more". -Mabel
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Chapter XXIX: 🍂
🔸Adrian (Hwang Pilgwang) POV
"But I need you to be kind to me..." Mun's voice is soft, trapped between the wall behind him and my imposing figure.
👹"Punish him, Adrian... Do it!"
Yet the issue does not rest in having to punish him, but in how to do it. How to hurt him without making him bleed... To unravel him with pleasure, make him cry out my name.
To have him scream my name with such urgency it could shatter my bones.
"You don't deserve it..." I release his jaw, my fingers trailing to caress his cheek with the back of my hand. My cold knuckles against his warm skin. Because things come alive when I touch him—Like flowers blooming, mountains crumbling into the sea. A soot of ashes from a fire not yet extinguished. Uncannily eternal.
His emotions are so strong and vivid that I can touch them, Turning abstract feelings into tangible objects.
Mun gazes at me, utterly lost, eyes alive like wildfire. And I heave. My heart heaves.... A type of stroke that looks like asthma, miasma filling my lungs. The blinding rage subsiding for just a moment and I bend over. I lower myself over him, my lips after his skin, lingering on his forehead, hungrily descending to his cheek, then to his mouth.
Mun hastily jerks back, "We are... we are in a public place—"
I grunt, pulling him back against my chest, assaulting his mouth again. My tongue parting his lips, the soft flesh yielding between my teeth, breaking his stifled moans like withered flowers. His resistance only fuelling my desire...
I slide my hand down to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin. His breath fast paced, his body trembling against mine.
"Please..." he whispers, but the plea is ambiguous—does he want me to stop, or does he want more?
I choose the latter, my hand traveling lower, tracing the outline of his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric. Mun's hands clutch at my shirt, torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. The tension in his body is intoxicating, every shiver and gasp a symphony of desire.
"Mun," I murmur against his skin, my voice thick with lust. "You drive me wild." He responds with a moan, a sound that vibrates through both of us, resonating in the space between our bodies. I capture his lips again, devouring him, tasting the desperation in his kiss. My fingers find the hem of his shirt, slipping beneath it to caress the bare skin of his abdomen. His muscles tense under my touch, his body arching involuntarily into my hand.
