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"Angrhh.. i-it's hurt- mnnhh.."
A sweet kiss right on his temple started the heat of the night which had only lasted halfway. The dark room obscured their eyes, making it easier to focus on only one figure, each other's friends. The two of them faced each other making it easier for a pair of pomegranates and chocolate to look at each other, tracing their heart's desires.
The slow movement of the man who dominated him was gentle, although a scream of pain grew from his part of lips. Unsatisfied with the sudden spike in thirst from the sensation of giving someone beneath him, the man scooped it up roughly, biting his lower lip and exploring his tongue in the most erotic way he could ever think of. Melted saliva wet the mouth, and chin, up to the neck level full of reddish spots and teeth marks.
"Ummhh.. you're so cute, I'll hug you until your voice is hoarse, Lou.."
It was just the stimulation but his body was shaking wildly, not yet when his pleasure was reached and suppressed over and over again. Some are fast, some are slow as if toying with it.
"Mnghh..! Faster! Anghh.. faster— akhhh.. please, John..!"
Out of the corner of his eye, the autumn man's trademark smile was visible. The smile that was so ordinary, which people said was full of affection, was now very scary.
'I was playing you, Louis.'
Or so that's the true meaning of his wistful view.
Their lilting movements have not stopped, they are getting faster even though the pleasure is bursting. Many times the person he was holding now cried out in pleasure, begging him with pleading eyes that he moves quickly and continues to explore wildly in his possessions. He, John Watson, was delighted when the body squirmed uncomfortably as the peak was about to approach him.
"John..! John! Want to— out.. anhh..!"
"Take it all out, Lou. Don't let any of it be left because by scattering white you look even more charming, honey.. mnchh.."
The big clock ticked in the middle of the city only twelve times, declaring that in the early hours of the morning they were far enough to pass. The moon that reached its throne recently will have a happy companion in the second activity, providing an extraordinary spectacle for the silent witness to the sins committed.
And do they care?
"I like.. mnghh.. John— ah..!"
"Cupphh.. I love you too Lou, now and until that angel's rotten skull hand comes to take your life."
The whisper was like a hissing snake, similar to what Eve had heard in her day. But the one who emits the venom is Adam himself. Of course, the pleasure is getting bigger considering that his partner invites him without any first persuasion.
His brains were hazy, refusing to guess why they were being consumed by the heat they were now. He who gives up his body can only repeat one sentence,
'He's mine, and I'm his.'
So without noticing an abyss lurking behind him.
***
One month ago
They should have gone to the playground, the giant aquarium, or the merry-go-round that just opened a week ago. The promise the two had made at dinner didn't feel at all the way he'd imagined. He thought by wearing the best clothes and waiting as patiently as possible then the results he hoped for would come.
Too bad that's not the case with him.
An hour or two might be short, but half a day passed and the streets were lit up by the lights, but still, the figure he was waiting for didn't appear. Sometimes he opens his phone, between checking the clock or just opening an online messaging application, who knows he saw the wrong date, and maybe there is a message he missed and he didn't read.
Of course, the results are nothing with his habit of opening the screen every ten minutes.
'Should I just go home?' The thought always came to him, but he never did. 'He might come soon. If I go home, he will think I didn't come.'
And the time that continued to pass did not produce the results he wanted. The clock ticking six o'clock in the afternoon discouraged him even more. His vision, which had been looking down for a while, was blurred because a line of tears was forming there.
'Don't cry! You're a man! It's just like this, and you're such a crybaby. After all, you were the one who invited so you should know that you are not forcing your will on others.'
A series of swear words were slapped by the cold wind at that time, 'even though the other person is your lover.'
An irony too cruel for a young man with too little experience of love.
Just as he wanted to check his phone again, he was tapped on the shoulder from behind.
Happiness welled up in his heart, making him twist his body so fast that his balance collapsed.
"Careful..!"
His focus was no longer on the hand that was catching his body. A series of disappointments came, reminding him of the fact that the voice just now wasn't the sound he wanted to hear.
The pomegranate bead that was looking down now slowly lifted. And he indeed guessed. There was an autumn bead staring at him, not the other bead he had been waiting for since noon.
"Louis? Are you all right? Are you feeling sick? Shall I take you to a clinic near here?"
The series of questions did not ease his anger. 'Is it true that I can't meet him today? Am I wrong to ask him out? I'm just causing trouble for other people.'
Louis wanted to keep daydreaming like that. But his body felt light, not touching the ground anymore.
"Eh!? P-put me down, John..!"
"With you pale and about to pass out? We'd better go to a nearby clinic to treat you. Don't worry, it's just a short distance away and the owner is an acquaintance of mine."
"That's not the case. Aren't you ashamed that we're being watched by people?" It turned out that Louis could still be aware of those around them who were staring at him strangely.
Unfortunately this time John became a 'deaf person' and ignored the words and the views around him. "I think you're just tired. After we get to the clinic you can rest for a while. I happened to have a car so I'll take you home when you feel better."
'This idiot!' All he could think of now was to hide his flushed face in the crook of the neck of the stubborn young man who was still holding him.
Leaving his body to be somewhere else, his mind was spinning, trying to dig up old memories that he had forgotten, maybe.
A small groan above his head made Louis look up, greeted by a thick gray cloud that was ready to pour his baggage for the earth.
'That's right, it was raining like this wasn't it?' It was a sentence from his past call.
In a large and spacious building, right in the backyard full of green grass and trees, a chant of his declaration of love was heard and witnessed. The seriousness that radiated from the pair of brown beads shook his body. Unfortunately, he refused, letting the charming smile fade to be replaced by a bitter curve he didn't expect to grow there.
"Wait a minute Louis. I'll get a towel and hot tea," he said before disappearing behind the glass door.
Louis let out a long sigh, 'what, I can think that John still likes me until now?' Selfish thoughts, Louis knows. But with him who can be said to be desperate after his real lover didn't show up on their date today without any news at all, is it wrong for Louis to want to express his frustration?
In contrast, John who sighed seeing the figure of the young man kept silent, fantasizing until he didn't realize his face was wiped with the towel he was carrying. His delicate skin was pale not only from the cold from waiting outside for so long, but an intense pain crept through his body, not stopping the trembling filled with deep sorrow.
Why did Louis love the person who cheated on him so much but couldn't get a penny of that love himself? The question that was always revolving in his mind didn't stop even though the years had long changed.
John more than knew that Louis's lover, the one who made him so sick of thinking about him until John didn't want to mention his name, had been having an affair for a long time. Doubting the genuine love that the blonde gave him now, and replacing it for his favorite worldly pleasures. That lecherous man didn't deserve Louis' sweet smile. Not now, and not in the past.
His hand was carried away by the current, rubbing a bit rough on Louis' thin arm until the consciousness that had been floating back to him came back to him.
"John!? You're back why didn't you say anything?"
"It's not a problem, after all, I thought you wouldn't reply even if I spoke right in your ear."
"Who said that!? Came in without being asked and then brought me here all the time! Disrespectful! What if Moran-san comes—"
"Could you not say his name in front of me?"
The cold tone was so similar. Louis couldn't remember when and where he heard it. But the feeling of goosebumps was like being grabbed by poisonous spider threads all over his body. The trembling he felt now was simply from the terror that surrounded his vision.
"I said don't mention his name. Why are you so careless, poor Louis," a rotten apple whisper sounded right in his ear. Louis quickly pushed the shoulder that somehow had held his shoulder, pressing his wet body on the sofa.
"John, don't come any closer—"
"You said yourself that 'wouldn't reply if I spoke in your ear' didn't you?"
The silence was the only option Louis could make. From the beginning, he also knew that his position was 'receiver' not 'voter' in this negotiation. There was never a 'choice' for him now. Louis increasingly doubted whether it was true in his life that he ever chose just once?
"I-I want to go home."
"Where to?"
The action doesn't stop. The hands that used to treat patients with all their hearts were now so cold as if they were untouched by others. The touch of that big finger thrilled Louis, not in a soothing sense of course.
"To the house," Louis was sure his voice was full of doubt. He no longer remembers where his 'home' is, or what he calls 'home'.
His mind seemed to be blank, floating without knowing what it would end in.
"Isn't this your house Louis? A house that you can use as a place for not getting enough love? A place where you are free to stop and go as you wish," the vibration produced by the low whisper lulled Louis even more, leaning completely on the figure who had half removed the warm garment that wrapped her frail body.
The heavy rain no longer brought coldness, but a tingling sensation that was intoxicating, not willing to be left behind until Louis was blown away and fell deeper because of it.
The dark room that was once full of cheerful laughter from patients of various ages is now closed specifically for two people who are consumed by lust. Without thinking about the weather or even the time, the two struggled to share 'happiness' with each other.
"No- anhh.. mnghh.. not that— hmnghh..!"
"So what?"
Louis didn't answer, it was too difficult as his opponent's tongue entered and explored the oral cavity, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with his. The two who were kissing deeply ignoring the oxygen barrier slowly thinned out, until a strong tap on John's shoulder woke him up for them to take a breath.
Is there enough? Certainly not.
He brought Louis' limp body to the patient's room right next to the sofa, their first meeting. The closed curtains further isolated the two bodies who were again struggling in lustful greetings. Hands that are not silent guerrillas deliver hot spots, inviting the desire that is desperately suppressed.
Impatient with the main course, John moved quickly, stuffing his pride into Louis' warm room. Moans of pain deafened his ears which were focused on the long-held wish that had finally materialized. Rough movements become the hallmark of their game that night. No one relented even though Louis knew he was a loser from the first time they did.
Hot bursts not just once or twice, but many times until his stomach was full like eating at a big party.
And yes, this is their big party. Festive celebrations for John who could embrace the young man of his dreams, and Louis who gave his thirst and dreams to the cold embrace.
Who he was and where he is now, Louis forgot everything.
"Anghhh..! Cum.. want to cum again.. umnghhh..!"
His grin was too soft like the finest fleece, masking the roughness of a wolf thrusting its fangs into its prey. Aromas of aphrodisiac and herbal plants fill both. Strong hypnosis became his attraction as a doctor of psychology secretly. His practice tonight bore the sweetest fruit of the apple that Eve swallowed.
"Me too.. uhh.."
"John..! John..!! Anghh.. hunghh..!"
The hiss of the snakes lulled him to sleep, the butterflies wiping away his tears in the beauty of their petals as black as the sky. The rain hasn't stopped showing mercy to the young man who can't get out of the spider's web.
"Now you only mine forever, Louis."
Who is Louis when the pomegranate bead is no longer shining, empty, and nods slowly.
"I'm yours, John."