Vicious Darling

[10]

After finishing his shower, Chris shook the remaining moisture from his hair when his pager rang, and then left the room.

In all of Baekyah, only Yuri could summon him, so Chris’s steps towards his master’s room were unhesitating.

Chris knocked on the dark-colored door and parted his lips, which seemed to have dried already.

“It’s Chris.”

“Come in.”

Carefully turning the handle and entering, Chris saw Yuri in casual indoor clothes. Sitting on the bed, seemingly in the middle of reading something, Yuri gestured without looking at him.

“Come closer.”

Chris approached Yuri and knelt before him, trying not to show his trembling feelings.

Yuri extended his hand to him. Despite having returned to Baekyah, the black gloves still firmly concealing Yuri’s hands seemed to show how closed off a person he was.

Although there was no specific order, Chris carefully removed Yuri’s gloves. Despite being able to use telekinesis, doing it by hand was entirely due to his desire.

Whenever Yuri moved, the gap between his gloves and clothes revealed a white wrist that always provoked Chris’s desires. He wanted to bite that white skin hard enough to leave red teeth marks, to lick the bluish veins and taste what flowed inside.

Unstable ripples spread in Chris’s blue eyes as he watched the usually hidden wrist being exposed.

Suppressing his craving, Chris placed Yuri’s removed gloves on his own knees. Yuri did not withdraw the hand that Chris dared not touch, only looking at with flushed eyes.

This was permission.

The eager Esper brought his face to that skin, trying his best to hold his breath. Long, well-shaped fingers grasped his chin and pressed against his lower lip. Fingers slid between his helplessly parted lips.

One, two.

Chris licked Yuri’s fingers wet, trying not to bare his teeth.

Like rain in a drought, the guiding that seeped into his body through this contact breathed life into Chris’s lungs and made his heart race.

Withdrawing his fingers, Yuri extended his other hand, still gloved. Chris, without using his hands, grabbed the end with his lips and pulled it down. The second glove fell to the floor with a thud, not onto Chris’s knees.

Despite Chris’s behavior being more like a dog than a human, Yuri neither pointed it out nor stopped him.

Chris’s tongue, licking the fingertips even before they were offered, was red with desire.

Yuri, who had been holding a report since extending his left hand, put it down and watched his dog’s behavior. He reached out with his free hand and unbuttoned Chris’s shirt.

As more bare skin was revealed, a well-trained body that felt more like a weapon than human became visible. After returning to Baekyah following a long absence, Chris had pushed himself to what seemed like cruel extremes.

As if he couldn’t forgive himself for leaving Yuri on his own and almost ruining everything.

But in the end, it was Yuri’s responsibility. It was because the owner had tied the leash so loosely that the dog could undo it on its own that Chris was able to act on his own will.

Yuri’s foot pressed down on the lower half of Chris’s kneeling body.

Since it was a slipper and not a shoe, this level of pressure wasn’t very painful. However, Chris’s body, already heated up just from Yuri offering his hand, reacted immediately. The front of his pants tightened visibly.

“Ugh…”

Chris gritted his teeth and tried to endure. At this rate, it was uncertain whether he would wet his clothes first or if the seams of his pants would tear first.

Yuri’s foot, skillfully pressing and rubbing against Chris’s dick, had a persistent and resolute quality to it.

Yuri savored Chris’s face as it turned pale and then flushed red again, contorting.

Even with such an obedient Chris before him, inexplicable sadism and desire for domination boiled up. The twisted possessiveness and obsession he felt when the person he thought he always had in his grasp slipped through his fingers left a burning scar on Yuri’s chest.

The fact that Chris could leave him at any time often shook Yuri. It was quite unfamiliar to him, who had abandoned all other relationships without hesitation.

Chris had always existed by Yuri’s side like air, to the extent of leaving lingering attachments. The last and only one who would never leave him even if the world crumbled.

Perhaps because of this, Yuri never needed to take much interest in others. He knew he would never be alone.

“Come up.”

At the gentle call, Chris climbed onto his master’s bed without delay.

Chris’s usually disciplined movements were somewhat awkward as he struggled to control his highly aroused lower half.

The man on the mattress looked up at Yuri, kneeling like a well-trained dog. The nipples occasionally visible through his open collar were subtly plump. It was a mark left by Yuri.

There were many other marks Yuri had left on Chris’s body. Yuri had poured out his desires abundantly, but only to the extent that it didn’t mar that perfect sculptural body.

The platinum-haired man, who could reign as the top predator wherever he went, followed the tips of Yuri’s fingers with eyes full of lewd expectation with each movement.

It was a gaze that made one feel thirsty.

“I don’t recall telling you to keep your thighs together.”

Yuri’s voice lashed at Chris like a whip. Chris bit his lip hard and spread his knees.

The front of his pants was already wet.

“You said you didn’t need a plug or anything, but at this rate, you’ll be dripping even when you’re out.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Take them off.”

Without hesitation, Chris undressed, folded his clothes, placed them beside the bed, and knelt. His already fiercely erect dick was oozing pre-cum from the tip.

At Yuri’s gesture, Chris crawled towards him. A soft hand lifted Chris’s chin.

Chris had been trying to endure the tingling sensation spreading in his lower abdomen since earlier. Judging by how he got aroused just from a touch, he truly was a beast. If his partner hadn’t been Yuri, he would have devoured his guide whole like an uncontrolled predator.

That’s why meeting Yuri felt like the one stroke of luck given in Chris’s lifetime.

“You’ve lost weight.”

Yuri muttered, turning Chris’s face this way and that, as if appraising livestock. It was a disapproving look.

“If you were going to bury yourself in the training room every spare moment, I would have told you to eat just as much.”

“I’m sorry…”

Given his high activity level, Chris’s food intake was enormous. Yuri personally managed everything Chris ate and drank, like an owner taking care of dog food. However, Chris had lost weight recently due to pushing his body to extremes, as if it wouldn’t matter even if he abused it.

Yuri’s hand, having released Chris’s chin, moved lower. Chris momentarily stiffened at the touch of fingers brushing his neck.

Yuri roughly grabbed Chris’s chest, which he had greedily cultivated, and rolled his nipples with his fingers. When Chris reflexively bit his lip, Yuri said softly,

“Your lips.”

This was something he had been told not to bite carelessly many times before.

“Uh… hnn…”

His body, unable to even suppress a moan, twitched. In the past, he had never thought about feeling pleasure from his chest. Originally, sexual contact for the purpose of guiding didn’t involve empathy, elaborate caresses, or development.

It was at most grabbing and shaking by hand, similar to animal mating solely for reproduction.

However, since returning from Northern Light, Yuri had begun to persistently develop Chris’s body. His chest was one of the areas that received this dubious benefit.

“You seem to be feeling it well.”

Yuri looked down at Chris with purple eyes that had become unfathomably deep.

“Every time I scratch here, you buck your hips. Are you deliberately holding back?”

When Yuri scratched the tip of Chris’s nipple with his raised finger, Chris let out a shallow sob.

A barely perceptible smile flitted across Yuri’s lips. He released Chris’s chest as if satisfied.

Chris caught his breath in relief. Although there was no way it would end here, he often let his guard down in moments of temporary respite.

As always, Yuri easily betrayed his sweet repose.

“Bring the box.”

Chris shook his head weakly, knowing what that box contained.

“Yuri, please… I can endure well. I will endure well.”

But Yuri was adamant.

“Now.”

“Yuri…”

The incredibly sturdy man easily accepted both Yuri’s harsh nature and sexual proclivities. As if he had been molded solely for him.

“If it’s just guiding, you want to go around happily leaking everywhere?”

If Chris was captivated by Yuri because he was an Esper, Yuri had no such reason.

Chris lowered his head and moved his telekinesis. The drawer beside the bed opened, and a black box inside it landed next to Yuri.

When the lid was opened, several thin needles for blocking the urethra were revealed.

Yuri took out the third thickest one and brought it to the tip of Chris’s dick.

Chris’s thigh muscles visibly tensed as he became extremely nervous. The man who couldn’t openly wail, with his head half-turned aside and stealing glances this way with wet eyes, provoked Yuri.

The tip, still twitching and leaking fluid, very easily accepted the rounded urethral plug as it touched the end.

“Ha… huah…”

Parted lips, pupils repeatedly dilating and contracting as if in disbelief.

Those frozen blue eyes were a delicacy only Yuri could enjoy.

Yuri’s hand slowly but unyieldingly inserted the urethral plug all the way in.

“Ha, huu… Yuri.”

Chris pleaded in a thoroughly wet voice, but knew no shame.

Showing one’s desires to the master was natural for a dog. Sobs that couldn’t become tears endlessly called out to his master.

“Yuri, Yuri. Yuri…”

It was the most beautiful word Chris had learned in any language.