My 419 Nightmare

33. Sweet Day

"MINGKWAN!"

The scream of fury rang throughout the villa, shocking some pairs of birds that have just perch on the branches outside the house. The devil in question is in the kitchen, preparing brunch for his angel, was startled over this and rushes upstairs.

"What's wrong?"

Finding his angel panting in rage in front of the bathroom mirror, freshly out of the shower with his hair still slightly damp, the devil approach slowly, with worry streak across his face, wondering what might have happen. The angel; wearing only his white bathrobe, turn to face his devil and pointed out to his bare chest.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

The slightly shown chest is covered with multiple purplish marks. The devil stunned a bit by the question before smirking in understanding, taking a step further. The angel widens his eyes over the gesture and his devil's changing expression, understanding that gaze from him. He unconsciously step back, holds his hand out, trying to stop the devil from getting closer.

"No, you don't. Stop..."

The devil ignores the warning and swiftly grabs his angel, holding his waist tightly while the latter tries to push him away.

"Those are my mark on you, my angel. Now... you are mine."

The devil growl seductively, nibbling his angel's ear lobe. He continues his assault on his angel's neck, tearing apart the bathrobe, before sliding his palm downward, lifting the white cotton cloth, to cup his angel's bountiful behind.

"Hey... Stop it... Ahhhhnn... Stop... Ahhhhnn... D~"

The devil ignore the sweet pleas turns moans, kneading his angel's behind, brushing along the creek and teasing the tender hole. The angel untimely grab his devil's shoulders, arching his neck, almost surrendering to the insane pleasure his devil have offered. His neck is now marked with new pinkish love bites, overlapping the existing marks.

"D~ Ahhhhnn... please... no... Ahhhhnn... still hurt... hmmm..."

The devil turn his attention to his angel's lips, caressing his tongue to the latter's lower lip deliciously before tugging it down, opening it slightly. The angel manages to let out a small breathless moan before the devil swoop down the opening, fucking his angel breathless.

Dominating the kiss as usual, the angel has put up quit a fight. Their tongues dance in harmony before turn into a fight of dominance, with the devil winning the battle and continue to delve further, feeling the hotness and the sweetness of his angel.

The angel, knees week with pleasure, was grateful over the warm hand that holds him. Without those, he would surely collapse to the floor, unable to withstand his devil lustful instant.

The kiss break as both of them is in need of air. The angel slump his head on the devil's warm embrace, gasping to calm down. The devil is doing the same, hugging his angel to find back his pace.

None of them move, until the angel break his silence, mumble over the devil's sturdy chest.

"D... I think something is burning?"

"Hmm?"

"I said... something is burning!"

"Oh, shit! The pancakes!"

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Kit's POV

Watching this handsome man cooking, with a full apron on is satisfying.

If only he was naked under that black apron...

Yeah...He can be the Naked Chef.

High five, Kitty.