Vicious Darling

[17]

“I’m sorry.”

Chris suddenly spoke up as the partition separating the driver’s seat in the car rose.

“For what?”

Yuri, who had been looking out the window, turned his head.

“For pressuring the Barrel Society’s locksmith…”

“That much is fine.”

A faint smile hung on Yuri’s lips.

“It’s foolish to tell a dog not to bark.”

Chris lowered his eyes.

“As long as you bite when I tell you to bite, you’ve fulfilled your role.”

Yuri extended his hand. Though still gloved, Chris brought his face to it eagerly, like someone finding an oasis in the desert.

“But that’s as far as it goes.”

The man’s hand that had gently caressed his cheek firmly gripped his chin.

“If you run off to tear apart an enemy without my orders…”

The man trailed off.

Chris grew anxious at these words, which troubled him more than the rough feel of leather against his face.

“You know well that I would never betray you, don’t you?”

“I know you’re a fool who would give his life for me.”

Yuri’s purple eyes looked at him.

“I forgave you for leaving home to join Northern Light to overthrow Rosenhauser. But Chris.”

“…Yes.”

Even in this situation, his name sounded so sweet when Yuri called it.

“There won’t be a second time.”

Chris stiffened at the utterly dry voice.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good.”

The grip firmly holding his face loosened.

Chris, trying to appear obedient, suddenly found his gaze drawn to Yuri’s pale wrist exposed between his glove and sleeve.

He felt self-loathing for recalling how sweet his Guide was even in this situation.

“Shall I give you a reward for answering well?”

Yuri asked, perhaps noticing where his gaze had wandered.

The carrot following the stick was too obvious. But there was no way Chris could refuse Yuri.

“…If you allow it. Just a little… I want to touch you just a little.”

Chris was anxious. Because he had committed a sin. The sin of undoing his master’s reins and running away on his own.

Chris desired. Because he was in the same space as Yuri.

He didn’t want to take much. He just needed a bit of reassuring contact.

Instead of answering verbally, Yuri teasingly tickled his chin with his fingertips.

Released from his master’s grip, Chris took the tip of the glove touching his skin in his mouth and pulled. Then he gently pressed his lips to the exposed tips of Yuri’s fingers.

The longing suppressed under patience seeped out between his teeth.

The tongue of the impeccably neat man was red. Yuri said nothing to the gaze looking up at him as if seeking permission.

However, he didn’t take away the reward he had given either.

“Ah…”

Chris let out a sigh as if tasting the sweetest candy in the world.

His flushed cheeks, uncharacteristic of him, were clear and unaffected, filled with admiration rather than desire.

Because Yuri had taught him directly, the movement of that tongue was incomparably erotic. Gently licking while wrapping the long, well-shaped fingers with his tongue, slowly opening his mouth to draw them deeper.

The tongue’s movements, teasing each finger joint, were closer to caresses.

As he offered his hand, an unfathomable emotion filled Yuri’s purple eyes as he gazed at his dog with blue eyes drunk on ecstasy.

It was something heavy, yet sticky like a swamp.

“…And here I thought you only knew how to bite.”

Yuri muttered as if to himself.

“You’ve become quite skilled.”

He didn’t look pleased. But he generously offered guiding while Chris played with his hand.

When they got out of the car, Chris’s face was more relaxed than usual.

His gesture of rubbing his reddened eyes made observers imagine inappropriate things.

Yuri, who had put his gloves back on as if nothing had happened, got out first and walked ahead.

Chris followed behind him and happened to make eye contact with Chase, who was in the corridor.

The man pretended to whistle and mouthed silently.

‘Did you do it?’

Chris silently used his telekinesis to tighten Chase’s necktie.

It meant shut up.

Ignoring the man who was pretending to choke and die, Chris quickly caught up behind Yuri.

Yuri, who had entered the bedroom, was looking this way.

Chris swallowed hard, not having expected him to be looking at him.

“You should finish receiving your reward.”

Even while thinking that wasn’t the end earlier, Chris slowly approached Yuri.

It felt like a dream that he was being so gentle.

Chris naturally knelt down and pulled down the fastener of his pants.

Yuri’s brow furrowed slightly at this impudent behavior of trying to explore his body right away. But he didn’t stop Chris.

‘It’s wet…’

Pre-cum had formed at the tip of Yuri’s half-erect dick. Chris unconsciously swallowed and brought his lips to the glans.

A strange sensation different from leather gloves brushed his lips. He wanted to take it into his mouth immediately, but it was difficult as he was so excited he felt dizzy.

If he wasn’t careful, he might bare his teeth.

Even a beast doesn’t want to act like one towards the person they love.

That’s how Chris felt.

Instead of lubricant, Chris spread the pre-cum oozing from Yuri’s dick, then slowly rubbed it against his cheek and licked it with his tongue.

The dick became harder as it grew more erect. Chris took a deep breath and took the tip of the glans into his mouth, extending his tongue to lick the urethra.

Yuri’s hand, or more precisely, his hand still clad in leather gloves, dug into his hair.

His body trembled at the texture felt by his sensitized tongue tip.

As he sucked harder with slurping sounds, his mouth opened to its limit.

The thickness and length were beyond what one could imagine from Yuri’s delicate and beautiful face.

Chris was glad he was large in build. If he had been even a little smaller, he might have bled every time he took this.

Perhaps due to the tension, he could obtain an overwhelmingly burdensome satisfaction every time he joined bodies with Yuri.

“A little… faster…”

At Yuri’s languid gaze looking down at him, Chris thrust the remaining shaft deep into his mouth. Though his stomach reflexively churned from the glans pushing into his throat, the joy was greater.

With each movement of his head back and forth, Yuri’s brow furrowed more and more.

Chris enjoyed simply watching him lose his composure.

As the friction continued with wet sounds, Chris’s lips also turned a bright red. The sight of the fully erect dick going in and out was intensely stimulating.

“Ngh…”

Chris’s sadistic tendencies were provoked by Chris looking up at him with physiological tears welling up.

Yuri gripped Chris’s hair and began to move his hips.

Chris was dragged along without resistance to the roughening movements. For the first time, tears streamed down his cheeks. Chris’s shoulders trembled at the salty taste in his mouth.

As if that was a signal, Yuri pulled his body back. Sensing he was about to climax, Chris grabbed Yuri’s thighs.

White fluid burst from the tip of Yuri’s dick as it barely slipped out of Chris’s mouth. The gushing semen clung to Chris’s face, cheeks, neck, and hair.

“Ah…”

As he blinked slowly, the white, sticky liquid slid along his trembling eyelashes.

“I should have just fed it to you.”

Yuri irritably brushed back his hair after carelessly tossing aside his gloves.

That pathetic appearance of voluntarily being covered in semen was one thing, but he was also a bastard for being aroused by that sight.

Yuri deliberately undressed neatly. His coat fell to the floor with a thud, and his belt and pants settled on top of it. With each shirt button undone, his Adam’s apple, collarbone, and navel were revealed in turn.

Chris forgot to even breathe as Yuri bit his cuff buttons to remove them.

Chris gazed at Yuri’s naked body as if entranced.

Perhaps because his excitement hadn’t subsided, areas like his neck and earlobes were noticeably red.

He was poison to the eyes.

The man, dignified even while naked, ordered with a crooked smile.

“Crawl on all fours and follow me.”

Chris obediently lowered his eyes and took his first step.

The floor was carpeted, so his hands and feet didn’t hurt. Honestly, even if it were a cold marble floor, it was unlikely to leave bruises or wounds on the tough skin of an Esper.

Nevertheless, Yuri always insisted on carpeted floors.

Suddenly, Chris recalled something from long ago.

When they first arrived on the winter continent after completely escaping Rosenhauser’s pursuit and occupied an empty house. When Yuri was looking for work for their daily food.

Chris felt awkward sleeping in a bed. Because of this, even if Yuri put him to bed, he would wake up on the cold wooden floor in the morning.

When they were homeless, this wasn’t a big problem, but Yuri was bothered by it and one day brought an old carpet from work.

He used precious firewood to heat water, made a soapy solution, and soaked the carpet in it. Chris was led by Yuri’s hand to step on it, and then they hung it on a clothesline to dry.

He remembers Yuri laying the fluffy, dry carpet on the floor on a rare good day. And himself watching blankly, holding the bed up with telekinesis as he watched him tidy the floor.

After that, Chris never slept on cold stone or wooden floors again. Because there was a carpet that was a bit stiff but retained warmth.

Perhaps because he had gotten used to the feel of fabric, he adapted to the bed one day. Even after he stopped waking up on the floor, Chris didn’t think much of it.

But from then until now, consistently. Yuri always laid carpets in his bedroom.

Chris found it strange that he was only now realizing this.

Yuri and he were too close to be distant.

Because his past self didn’t dare to go beyond the relationship of master and dog.

Chris Danil served Yuri Sobolev as his master.

But Chris Northern Light, who had lost his memories, thought Yuri Magnolia was beautiful.

He dared to realize love.

‘In the past… I wouldn’t have known.’

His chest felt itchy.

Just like when he first felt that sun-dried carpet with his hands long ago.