☆ Painting portraits of his obsession with the blood of his victims was his Deadly Infatuation ☆
"How dare he? How can he let someone other than Kim ever touch him? Does he not know? Is he not aware of who he belongs to? That his whole body belongs...
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— do you have some holy water left from the last time? 👀
For the first time in a really, really long time, Kim is at peace. For all the way he had imagined he'd have Porchay for the first time, this never crossed his mind. This was exhilarating. Intoxicating. It set everything in Kim on fire. And Kim loves the way it burns. He loves every single second of it. It's like dancing on the edge of the knife—dangerous and bloody. And so fucking deliciously exciting.
A soft whimper escapes Chay's lips, but he doesn't open his eyes. His naked body, so warm and covered in Kim's hickeys and his cum... God, Kim wants to fuck that tight little hole again. His cock twitches still inside of Chay and Kim slowly starts sliding his fingers down Chay's spine. Fuck, the way whenever he touches Chay it feels so electrifying.
"The things you do to me, pretty doll... the things you do to me," Kim whispers, burying his fingers in the tender flesh of Chay's petite waist.
Chay whimpers again, but this time his eyes flutter open. For a moment he looks so innocent, so surprised, but then the confusion in his eyes fades away and he just breathes out, "I can't believe I did this."
"Hello, love," Kim purrs. "I can't believe you did it either. Well... not so soon. Especially, after I told you about all those people I killed... about Time... and yet, you took my cock like a good little fuck toy you are."
"Don't call me that outside of bed!" Chay scoffs. Pressing the palms of his hands to Kim's chest to support himself while he tries to sit up.
"Careful, love... I'm still inside of you," Kim smirks. The look on Chay's face as if the realisation just hit him, is priceless. Chay really keeps testing him. Maybe Kim should just fuck him again right now.
"How... how long was I out?" Chay bites his bottom lip, he doesn't want to accidentally make any sound that would let Kim know how much he likes to feel Kim still inside of him. He should just... he should just get out of bed, send Kim home, have a shower and forget that this ever happened.
That's what Chay would do if he was sane. Normal. But he and his doctor know for a fact that he isn't. Even though, Chay isn't sure how suppurative his psychologist would be if he told her who he let to fuck him today. Oh gosh, everything is so messed up.
"Maybe thirty minutes, pretty doll. What do you say, round two?" Kim asks, his voice so deep and smooth, trying to lure Chay back in.
But Chay won't give in. He feels so tired, so sticky... he needs a shower, he needs to be alone, he needs to think... He stands up from Kim's lap, not even looking at him again because he knows that if he looked at him again, Kim would somehow know... know that Chay feels empty without Kim inside of him. So empty. And it's so sick and twisted... Chay knows that Kim would thrive on it if he knew.
"I'm going to have a shower," Chay says. He isn't even sure that Kim heard it. It doesn't matter. Chay got the answers he wanted. The good ones—he finally knows who killed Josh. The bad ones—Time is dead. All those people that Kim killed for him. Why for him? What did Chay ever do to make Kim think that he should kill for him?
