Two weeks had passed since Ryujin decided to follow around Jihwan as his assistant.
But people watching them weren’t really sure which way around it was. Who was the assistant and who was the supervisor?
It was partly because Oh Ryujin, as Jihwan found over the course of two weeks, was a major entitled ass bitch.
The man would do absolutely nothing but whine about the work conditions if he was busy emotionally and sexually tormenting Jihwan.
This, of course, posed a very major problem for the workaholic and stern Jihwan.
But he couldn’t exactly kick him away.
You see, this vampire thing... it was pretty effective.
Jihwan found himself unable to resist, even getting into it, whenever Ryujin tried some bitchy move on him.
It was both humiliating and infuriating to be feeling attraction and desire towards Oh Ryujin.
And to make matters worse... he had started craving blood.
He should have drunk once every week according to Ryujin, but on sheer will power, Jihwan was resisting the urge for the past two and a half weeks.
"Can’t you see why I’m keeping you company? With how you are going around, who knows when you might snap and jump nearest poor person?" Ryujin said as he pit his foot between the door and doorframe to prevent it from closing.
It was Cha Jihwan’s apartment door.
And Jihwan... he was trying his very best to shut the door even if it meant crushing the mosquito’s foot.
"Who would I jump in my own goddamn house, you psycho?!" He yelled, yanking the door in.
But it wouldn’t close as Ryujin was actively trying to open it.
And foot between the door and doorframe wasn’t helping.
"Come on, why are you making it so difficult for both of us? Just open the door, you’ll enjoy it," Ryujin’s eyes were turning crazier.
"Wow," Jihwan scoffed as he reached for a vase right beside the key tray on the shoe rack. "Isn’t that exactly how rapists sound?"
He couldn’t reach the vase and instead tripped on his own weight and fell inside on the doorway.
The door flung open and Ryujin took this chance to enter inside immediately, crushing a certain person’s butt who was sprawled across the doorway.
Cha Jihwan just laid there as Ryujin jumped away in panic and began patting on his butt to relieve the pain.
I don’t even care anymore. Let me just die like this.
*grab
*squish
*squish
"Wow, your butt is so round, Jihwan."
Jihwan’s will to live immediately returned and he punched the man right across his cheek.
"Go die on that sofa!" He yelled. "I better find your corpse next morning!"
"As you wish, my dear." Ryujin giggled and laid on the sofa in a sexy pose, spreading his legs and somehow producing a rose in his mouth.
He was thoroughly and brutally ignored by Jihwan who walked past the sofa and went inside his room and shut the door.
*click!
He probably locked it too.
Ryujin just sat there, alone, looking at the room door with droopy eyes.
Now well, this wasn’t how he thought it would go.
The Cha Jihwan that Noona wrote about was a gullible and foolish person who would just let things go so he could continue working.
This Cha Jihwan was observant, decisive and did not back away from an argument just for the sake of peace.
And it was messing things up for Ryujin.
How do I get him to let me fuck him?
Ryujin pondered as seriously as if he were solving world hunger.
*****
The thing about sex is that... it’s actually a quite spontaneous all the while being embarrassingly tedious.
A more poetic definition would be the genuine art of sharing bodies with our beloved.
Having lived up to the age of twenty nine years, Jang Song-rik had heard all actual, biased as well as idealistic fictional accounts about sex from his friend circle (consisting of Secretary Cha and Jang Woojin) as well as the internet.
So, being the ’mature’ one, he wasn’t really expecting much from their first time.
This said ’mature’ person was currently lying stomach down, butt up on the bed, having his backends scaled up with Yeon Doha’s tongue.
I didn’t know he’ll pull this stuff again!!! I thought we’d just get to it immediately!!!
And Jang Song-rik was kind of right.
There wasn’t really any need to ’mouth-prep’ him since he was dripping wet already. With just a little fingering, they could start enjoying the deed.
Yeon Doha knew this better than anyone as he was the one currently with the clearest view of the site of action.
But, no, he decided whatever of himself he could possibly put inside Song-rik, he would.
Song-rik gripped the sheets tightly as Doha’s hands dug into his waist, holding him up despite him losing all strength in his hips.
"S...Sto...p, n...ahn....now...." Song-rik could barely spell out words as the stimulation was driving him mad.
Come to think of it, I was wearing clothes....when did they disappear....?
"You must be quite free to be thinking about something else, hyung?" Yeon Doha released poor’s omega’s back doors from the suction and flipped him over onto his back like a pancake.
Their eyes met and Song-rik blushed while a large gust of his pheromones exploded right behind his neck.
It had exactly the effect on Doha as it always did. It made him delirious and extremely daring.
He planted his lips on Song-rik’s neck under his ears and began suckling.
*puck!
*puck!
*puck!
As he trailed the line of kisses, he make pucking sounds on purpose. It made Song-rik laugh.
Doha didn’t want him tensing up as he put inside his thing. Of course, Song-rik was unaware and eased up laughing at the somehow extremely funny pucking sound.
"It’s tickling! Stop! Ahahahaha!" Song-rik laughed and halted with a jolt as he felt something hard and warm touch his ass.
He looked down at his groin area with a tomato for his face and then at Doha, who too probably was shy at Song-rik staring at him like that.
"Isn’t it wrong?" Song-rik asked, genuinely concerned. "It wasn’t this big yesterday."
"Hyung, there’s a difference between seeing it and feeling it," Doha said, holding up Song-rik’s face towards his own from his chin. "And I’m not going to put it in yet."
"Not yet? Why?"
"You seem quite eager to take it in...hmm?"
"Ah! N...No... I mean ...I’ll eventually have to...."
*rub
*rub
Yeon Doha began rubbing his dick against the hole as his breathe became more and more irregular.
He had been controlling his pheromones until now but the feeling of being so close to putting it in was making it stupidly hard to control them.
Alas, they oozed out and encircled Song-rik like a pack of hungry wolves.
Except the wolves were stimulating every erogenous zone on Song-rik’s body.
Tears rolled down Song-rik’s eyes from overstimulation. He was panting and clinging on to Doha as his body trembled and jerked with continuous sensations.
"Put it in, already! I can’t....anymore," Song-rik moaned right in Doha’s ears as he bit into Doha’s shoulder.
"Are you sure? Whatever happens next, it’s all on you, hyung," Doha said as he rubbed his face in Song-rik’s soft hair.
"Just ...d...do it!!!"
*push
*fwop!
With one single push, Doha entered Song-rik.
"Arhn! Huff! Huff! Why would you do it at once!? You idiot!!" Song-rik, somehow with the power of flexibility, got hold of Doha’s hair and yanked them hard, like really hard, like balding hard.
"I...I....I’m sorry, hyung, ow! Please....d..don’t," Doha panicked as he struggled to get his hair released from what seemed like a cat’s paw gripping them.
Then he looked down and saw the a sight he could barely believe.
"Hyung.... you came..."
He touched the throbbing pink dick of Song-rik as it twitched, dripping wet with its own cum.
The sticky liquid smelled like chocolate syrup, it was just as bitter as Doha personally taste tested it by licking his fingers that touched there.
"Why would you taste it, you perv?!" Song-rik released the hair in a panic and covered his face in shame.
"It’s like pure cocoa," Doha said, swishing around his tongue in his mouth as if critically examining a food in a cooking show. "Yum."
"What ’yum’!?! And why would you do all that while you’re still inside me?!"
Doha giggled and kissed the back of Song-rik’s hand as they were covering his lips.
"Are you adjusted to me, now?" Doha pointed down while asking Song-rik.
"I guess... yeah..."
"Then I’ll start moving, hyung."
Song-rik suddenly looked like as if he had realized something of absolute urgency.
"Wait! Did you wear a condom?!" He asked as he almost sat up in panic.
Doha, mid fwop, stopped and...
"Pfft! Hyung...are you really... worrying about condoms when we’re halfway through?" He asked as he barely controlled his laughter.
"What....what if I get pregnant?" Song-rik asked shyly.
He didn’t seem quite opposed to the idea of actually getting pregnant, though. He even seemed to be looking forward to it.
"You don’t have to worry about that, hyung," Doha said as he completed his fwop and again turned Song-rik into a jittery mess. "I’ve been on surgical contraceptives ever since I manifested."
Doha showed a harmonal implant on his hip as Song-rik was raised again for another push.
"So you don’t really have to worry about a little one yet..."
Doha said as he began moving fatser and faster, with each push.
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