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Soma had taken to quietly visiting him.
Geom Mugeuk wasn’t sure when it began. It wasn’t a problem initially, so he let it slide. He didn’t seek out Soma or press him with unreasonable questions. He simply accepted it as something Soma needed. If it was something Soma wanted to bring up to him, he’d gladly accept the Evil Smiling Demon’s explanation. If he had never brought it up, then it would remain another unspoken story they shared between them.
It was similar to the times when Soma visited him from a distance—like the time Soma had greeted Geom Mugeuk upon returning from a journey, standing alone on the distant building they had once observed from. It was discreet, but obvious. Distant, yet intimate. Soma didn’t try to hide his presence in the same way that Geom Mugeuk didn’t acknowledge him with more than a passing nod in his direction.
Soma wouldn’t do anything of note when he visited. He was present. He watched. He’d appear out of nowhere. He’d leave without a word. It was different than the times when they’d meet and exchange jokes. It felt lonelier and almost raw. Geom Mugeuk could recognize the loneliness. It reminded him of the time before his regression. He’d wonder if Soma was doing it to fill a void or to allow the loneliness to fester. Either way, Geom Mugeuk didn’t want to be the first to acknowledge the unusual behavior. He felt Soma should be the first to do so.
Sometimes Soma appeared when he was out and about the Cult. Sometimes when he was alone, other times when he was greeting others. He didn’t usually appear when Geom Mugeuk was with the other Demons or his father. It was as though he didn’t want others to be aware of his behavior. So, Soma only visited when Geom Mugeuk was with someone who couldn’t sense his presence. Geom Mugeuk sometimes got the impression that Soma was jealous, but usually it was just an impression of loneliness. The strangest part of these visits, however, was that he frequented Geom Mugeuk’s residence in the inner sanctum. Soma usually hid his presence just enough that Jeokyeon and his guards wouldn’t notice, but not enough to conceal his presence entirely. This struck Geom Mugeuk as odd. It was almost as though the Evil Smiling Demon wanted to be caught. Still, Geom Mugeuk didn’t press. They interacted normally when they met and never addressed the unspoken circumstance.
It would have stayed that way, too, had it not been for a particularly vivid nightmare.
Geom Mugeuk awoke with a start, heart beating thunderously. He’d dreamed of Hwa Moogi—of his previous life before his regression. This happened sometimes. He’d have a nightmare about the destruction of everything he loved. About the grueling and lonely path it took to lead him to complete his regression. Tonight, he awoke with an impression that everything about his current life was the dream and reality was the past. For a man to dream he was a butterfly or for a butterfly to dream it was a man. Which path was more correct? Times like these were few, but the terror and loneliness that gripped him were so overwhelming that he had difficulty overcoming them. Lying in bed, he breathed deeply, ignoring his erratically beating heart.
Some nights, he’d drink to fend off his inner demons. Other nights, he’d sit in solitude and wallow in the feelings of being the only one to carry the burden of knowledge of his previous life. On particularly painful nights, he wouldn’t sleep at all; instead, he would immerse himself in his training. He’d probably do the same tonight had it not been for the awareness that tickled in the back of his mind. Tonight was one of the nights that Soma had taken to visiting. He could sense him outside his bedroom in the courtyard in the distance. It was a reassuring presence. It grounded him, knowing that someone he’d killed in his previous life was alive in this one. It made the reality of his regression more prevalent. This was not a dream. His past life was just a nightmare. He wouldn’t let it happen again. He alone would save everyone.
Geom Mugeuk took a deep breath. It did nothing to calm his quickly beating heart.
Impulsive. That was the only thing that he could think of as he lay supine on his bed, eyes looking unseeing to the ceiling above him. Don’t be impulsive. While in his younger years recklessness had defined his character, since his regression, he could count the number of times he was truly rash on one hand. But sometimes, like now, he’d battle with himself to fight against the urge.
But, right then, he was so tired. In that instant, his heart was stifled. It was a moment of weakness. He knew he’d regret it later.
“Soma-nim.”
It was reckless, and he shouldn’t have done it. He called out quietly. His voice sounded dead to his own ears. Nothing like the voice he used in this life, which was vibrant, expressive, and colorful. It was withered and old, gravelly, and deadpan. More similar to his inflection from his time before the regression. Hopeless.
He wondered if there would be hesitation on Soma’s end. If he was debating whether or not to answer the call. Was he debating whether he should break this unspoken agreement between them? Would he walk away? These were deprecating thoughts in the back of Geom Mugeuk’s mind. He tried not to voice them, but it was useless in his melancholy state.
There was the quiet rustle of the door, and the even softer pitter-patter of footsteps. Almost imperceptible to the ear. There was relief in his presence. Geom Mugeuk shouldn’t have doubted Soma, even in his mind. Out of all the Supreme Demons, Soma was always the one who agreed readily to his unrestrained requests with no questions asked. Even now, there was no hesitation in Soma’s stride. Only the calm and collected sureness that was Soma’s comforting presence.
Geom Mugeuk was still staring at the ceiling. He could see Soma in his peripheral vision as the man approached his bed. Neither man spoke. They each stared in silence. Soma to Geom Mugeuk and Geom Mugeuk to the ceiling. Time passed.
Geom Mugeuk wondered what he looked like in his pained existence. He wondered what Soma was thinking. His tired self didn’t think or analyze. It just existed. He was exhausted from the unrelenting life he’d lived. Soma’s comforting presence helped to ebb away at the nothingness that engulfed his heart. It showed just how far they had come, for Geom Mugeuk to recognize the Evil Smiling Demon’s dangerous presence as comforting.
They stayed like that for a long time.
To Geom Mugeuk’s surprise, after some time, Soma sat on the side of his bed. Curiously, Geom Mugeuk shifted his gaze from the ceiling to Soma. Even in the dark, he could see clearly thanks to the Divine Eye Technique and Blood Eye Essence. Geom Mugeuk thought he’d see something normal in Soma’s expression. He was wrong. Soma’s eyes practically glowed with a hungry passion he couldn’t fathom. He didn’t look like he was smiling. He looked like he was devouring Geom Mugeuk with his eyes alone.
They stared at each other for a long while. Neither speaking nor asking stupid questions like ‘Why are you here?’ or ‘Why did you call me?’ Perhaps neither had an answer anyway.
Eventually, his fast-beating heart slowed, and Geom Mugeuk closed his eyes briefly. Reveling in the calm aura that Soma exuded. His feelings had not settled; however, he still felt the vast emptiness that squeezed the life out of him.
When he opened his eyes again, it was to see Soma’s mask looming over him, eyes still taking in his most weak and honest expression. Despite this, he did not feel vulnerable in the slightest.
“Soma-nim,” Geom Mugeuk repeated a plea for the second time that night, voice still gravelly and aged from his haunting past. He was asking for something he couldn’t name. But Soma seemed to understand.
“You look tired,” Soma observed, eyes roving across his features.
Perhaps if he’d been feeling better, Geom Mugeuk could have made a joke about being in bed and how sleeping made one tired. Instead, he was honest for once. He let out a withering sigh.
“I am.”
Soma’s eyes flashed with something deep like understanding. He didn’t draw back. He stayed in close to Geom Mugeuk, mask still hovering inches above his face.
There was static between them. An energy that Geom Mugeuk was too tired to identify. He looked to the Evil Smiling Demon as the demon looked to him.
“Let me help you, Young Lord,” Soma offered, smiling with his eyes and voice. There was an odd tension in the words that made it sound more like a request. Geom Mugeuk could have denied him. But he felt he needed what Soma was offering as much as Soma needed it.
Unlike Soma's steadfastness, Geom Mugeuk hesitated. The voice in his head told him that he was still being too impulsive. Like everything within his relationship with Soma, giving a bit would change them. In that same way, acceptance of this request between both of them would change something, too. He didn’t know what it was, but something would be irrevocably altered. The loneliness in him reared its ugly head. He thought of Soma dying before his eyes in his previous life. How he had never called Soma ‘friend’ despite it being Soma’s last words. The image overlapped with the Soma he knew now. Of the fights and laughs they shared. Of their near-death experiences. Of Soma’s birthday. Of Soma’s now furnished room. Perhaps change wouldn’t be bad.
He let out a low sigh. He wanted to forget the past that clung to him like a second skin—or like Soma’s mask. He closed his eyes and gave a small nod.
“Okay.”
He would accept whatever Soma would give him. Because in this life, Soma was truly his friend. In this life, he trusted Soma.
At first, nothing happened. Geom Mugeuk’s eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see what was going on. But his martial arts sense no movement from the other. Soma must simply be watching him. Thinking of what he wanted to do. Weighing it over carefully.
Finally, Soma moved. Gently, he reached for Geom Mugeuk’s covers and peeled them back, exposing his simple pajamas. Geom Mugeuk peeked his eyes open and quirked an eyebrow in question to the other man, who ignored it. Instead, he continued to peel back the blankets until Geom Mugeuk was completely exposed.
“Roll over,” Soma requested.
Geom Mugeuk continued to give him a questioning expression, but did as he was bade to do. He rolled onto his stomach, head facing the same side as where Soma was sitting. Delicately, Soma reached out to Geom Mugeuk’s back with his dangerous hands. Pliant fingers drew unconfirmed patterns on his back. It was a tentative touch, half inviting and half shy. As though he didn’t want to press his luck with the touch.
When Geom Mugeuk realized that this was what Soma wanted, he relaxed a bit and closed his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had tension in his body, but once it was gone, he felt lighter, despite the chill of loneliness that still clung to his heart.
Soma seemed to take the relaxation of muscles as an invitation to continue. His fingertips that had been ghosting over Geom Mugeuk’s back began to press and prod. Looking for those tightly wound muscles, he would apply pressure and rub in soothing circles. Geom Mugeuk felt his tension leaving his body through Soma’s lithesome hands. It was strange that the hands of the Evil Smiling Demon, who was known for his ruthlessness and killing, could be so gentle.
A small moan escaped from Geom Mugeuk as Soma continued to knead his back. Soma paused at the sound before moving from his position on the side of the bed to a more comfortable spot, straddling Geom Mugeuk. Geom Mugeuk’s eyes shot open at the change in position, and immediately he tensed. Soma ignored the tensing and pressed forward.
In his past or present lives, he’d never been so close to another person for something as intimate as a massage. Before, he’d always been pressing forward to his goal of gathering materials. Now was much the same, except he was pursuing martial arts in his goal to defeat Hwa Moogi. He’d only really been close to people for fighting and killing. It was strange to have to let that extra bit of tension leave him.
Soma pressed a particularly sensitive knot on his back that had Geom Mugeuk moaning again. He never realized how sensitive his body was to pleasure. He’d always been pursuing the pains of a martial artist. Pleasures were not something that he allowed himself very often.
“You’re very good at massages,” Geom Mugeuk said quietly into the pillow. His voice was still hard but held some of the playfulness he usually spoke to Soma with. Despite his current melancholy, it was difficult to force that friendliness into his tone. “You must have had a lot of practice,” he jested.
“Never,” came Soma’s immediate response, so quick it almost seemed defensive. He continued to move gently into Geom Mugeuk’s back, now favoring the lower small of his back that was especially sensitive.
This answer both surprised and did not surprise him. It was difficult to imagine the Evil Smiling Demon giving anyone a massage. But his skill was there. How did he know exactly where to press and rub?
Soma found another spot in his lower back that was surprisingly sensitive. A strange sound escaped from Geom Mugeuk that he barely managed to stifle while biting his lips. A warm chill prickled down his body, igniting a small flame of pleasure in his gut that he aptly ignored.
Soma paused at the sound but continued without making mention of it. He lifted his hips so that he wasn’t pressing his full weight into Geom Mugeuk’s body. The honest response seemed to encourage Soma to continue.
“Then how are you so good at this?”
Soma paused, seemingly pleased at the compliment, before running his hands down the entirety of Geom Mugeuk’s back. He paused again, this time at the rim of Geom Muguek’s pajama top, as if debating what to do. It was barely a hesitation before Soma snaked his hands into Geom Mugeuk’s top and continued to massage, now skin to skin.
Geom Mugeuk stiffened at the change. Bold: something Soma had always been. Whether it was demanding friendship, fighting, or this. Geom Mugeuk opened his eyes and attempted to turn his head to see into Soma’s eyes to see what the demon was thinking. But he couldn’t see anything but the slight outline of Soma’s mask.
“Was it the Sky Flower Pavilion Mistress?” Geom Mugeuk asked curiously. Thinking of Soma giving Yeo Jeong a gentle massage. The image didn’t sit right in his mind. Perhaps the reverse seemed more plausible.
Soma laughed quietly, not wanting to break the air that seemed to form around them. He shook his head. Geom Mugeuk could only barely see the movement from his vantage point.
“I’ve never given a massage before,” Soma admitted suddenly. Leaning in closer, he pressed his chest against Geom Mugeuk’s back. To the back of his ear, he whispered lightly, “It’s your expressions, Young Master. Your expressions tell me what I need to know,” Soma’s breath warmed the crux of his ear.
Geom Mugeuk’s heart stuttered, and for a fleeting second, he forgot himself. Soma was clearly teasing him. He’d pulled back the next second to resume his massage. But Geom Mugeuk could still feel the lingering heat from Soma’s chest on his back. He opened his mouth to say something, but just as he did, Soma mercilessly attacked a sensitive knot in his back. He pressed deeply and rubbed soothing circles. Despite being tense from the previous interaction, Geom Mugeuk couldn’t hold back the moan that came out. Feeling embarrassed at the debauched sound, Geom Mugeuk felt his cheeks color and his interest swirling in the depths of his pajama pants. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second and willed away the twitching and stirring in his groin.
He did not need to be exposing this bit of himself to one of the Demon Supremes. No matter how close they were. He blamed it on his painful, lonely life and the lack of pleasure he’d experienced in both lifetimes. He did not need lust to complete his plans. Any amount of pleasure was a dangerous thing that would take away from his goal of killing Hwa Moogi. Feeling slightly comforted by this notion, Geom Mugeuk decided that this was enough of his moment of weakness. He needed to stop this before he embarrassed himself more than he already had.
Unfortunately, Soma didn’t seem willing to let his last moan slide.
“It seems that the Young Cult Leader is enjoying himself,” Soma laughed quietly. Enjoying the thrill of the realization.
A thrill of embarrassment pulsed through his body. This had gone too far. He let his guard down for too long. Geom Mugeuk used his martial arts to twist into a different position. Despite the flush on his body, he was about to end the arrangement. When he finally had his back to his bed, he noticed something hot and hard pressing into his lower abdomen. Looking into Soma’s blue eyes, alight with a deep fire and challenge but no humor, Geom Mugeuk realized exactly what he was experiencing. His body was unnaturally warm. He was at a loss for words.
“Soma-nim—” He was caught off guard when Soma began to grind against his semi-hard member. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure throughout his entire body. It had Geom Mugeuk’s head pressing back into his pillow and his toes curling in anticipation. It had been so long since he’d relieved himself, too long that he’d touched himself. It was always about fighting and getting stronger. Never this. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin.
“You think too much,” Soma said decisively, grinding painfully slow against his pooling heat. “You need this,” he announced. Hands snaking back into his pajama top and groping up his hard, lean muscles. He pressed the fabric up towards Geom Mugeuk’s neck, exposing his chest.
“I—” Geom Mugeuk shook his head to deny it, but just as he did, Soma found his nipple with his thumb and tweaked it.
Geom Mugeuk gasped and shuddered. He grabbed Soma’s offending wrist to stop him, but didn’t move to pull him away. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
Soma’s eyes challenged him. Encouraged him to fight. “Go ahead, Young Master,” he stimulated. “Stop me.” He circled the pad of his thumb around the exposed nipple. Soma didn’t pull on his trapped wrist. He let Geom Mugeuk hold him. His eyes didn’t waver from Geom Mugeuk’s. Soma’s eyes seemed to say, ‘We both know that you could stop this if you wanted to.’ He pressed against Geom Mugeuk’s now substantially hard member. ‘But we both know just how much you need this.’ Soma didn’t say either out loud for Geom Mugeuk’s sake.
Geom Mugeuk looked into Soma’s eyes. An image appeared before him of Soma’s eyes dying below him, because of him. It superimposed the image of Soma now, above him, but also because of him. His eyes seemed so much brighter now. There was no comparison of the Soma now to the Soma from before. It eased a bit of the feeling that he had. ‘Let me help you,’ Soma seemed to say.
The majority of him wanted to agree. It was the selfish part that harbored the excruciating pain of two lifetimes. He didn’t want a relationship. That would get in the way of his single goal of defeating Hwa Moogi. But that isn’t what Soma was offering. Geom Mugeuk could see that Soma shared his pain and loneliness. That he recognized it in himself. This was an offer of staving off the cold and loneliness. It was an offer of comfort between two bodies, an offer of pleasure to fend off the pain. With the Divine Eye Technique and Blood Eye Essence, Geom Mugeuk could see that beyond Soma’s eagerness, there was also pain. It was as much for him as it was for Soma.
He could say no. Soma wouldn’t fight him on it. Soma would never bring it up again. But is that what he really wanted? Geom Mugeuk felt his nightmare creeping into his vision like a dark fog. He shouldn’t, though. Not with one of the Demon Supremes. Even if it was Soma, it would complicate things.
Perhaps seeing that Geom Mugeuk was in internal conflict, Soma gave up. It wasn’t a loss of lust; it was a concession to his friend. His eyes smiled; there was no hurt at the rejection, simply acceptance.
“Very well.”
Soma loosened his hand and made to draw back. But as he did so, Geom Mugeuk tightened his grip on Soma. He didn’t allow him to pull away. Perhaps it was because of his concession that Geom Mugeuk felt he could trust him now. More than anything, though, his instincts were driving his actions.
“Just this once.” It was a moment of weakness. His voice was low and pained. “Soma-nim…help me just this once.” Geom Mugeuk repeated more decisively than before.
Soma’s eyes brightened and shone more than he’d ever seen before. A glint of relief that he wasn’t sure was there at all flashed into Soma’s eyes. There was no awkward talk about feelings. No rushing to meet flesh on flesh. Soma’s eyes bore into Geom Mugeuk’s, while Geom Mugeuk still held tightly to Soma’s wrist as though afraid of what might happen if he let go. What if Soma continued to touch him? What if he didn’t touch him? This duality conflicted in Geom Mugeuk’s mind. There was a tug and pull of wanting and not wanting the instant to develop.
Soma decided for both of them. With his hand still tightly in Geom Mugeuk’s hold, Soma flicked Geom Mugeuk’s nipple playfully. Geom Mugeuk hissed in surprise but didn’t blink or move as he looked deeply into Soma’s eyes. Soma laughed boisterously. “This is quite invigorating. Having you beneath me.” Geom Mugeuk wondered what kind of expression would be on Soma’s face if he could see it. Soma deftly rubbed their growing erections together, making sure their eye contact didn’t break for the entire duration.
“Rather irreverent of you, don’t you think?” Geom Mugeuk tried to banter, but the feeling wasn’t there. He was still haunted by the images of the past.
“I’m not looking for your jokes, Young Cult leader.”
“Then what are you looking for?”
“Your honesty,” Soma admitted, running both of his hands down Geom Mugeuk’s sides. Geom Mugeuk shivered at the touch. “Like this,” he admitted flippantly. Soma leaned in so that they were again mask to face. “Or like this,” he identified as he allowed his free hand to go lower and graze the fabric that covered both of their hot bulges.
“Nnnngg…” Geom Mugeuk attempted to stifle a sound as his face tightened into a tense anticipation.
“Yes, I think that an expression like that suits you almost as much as the one you wear when you're killing someone,” Soma laughed seductively into Geom Mugeuk’s ear.
Panting quietly, Geom Mugeuk felt his entire body flush with an embarrassing kind of excitement. Surely Soma was the only one in the world who would bring up killing amidst the thrill of lust.
Soma lifted his free hand away from their joint, pooling heat, then moved his hand to the bottom of his mask. Just like when he was drinking, he tilted the mask up just slightly on his face. The mask obstructed both of their views before they shared a breath. Soma’s lips hovered just a breath’s distance between the two. Soma paused as though he were debating something in his mind. But Geom Mugeuk knew him better than that. The man was trying to tease him.
Not wanting to be outdone by the Demon Supreme, Geom Mugeuk lifted his hips at the same time he bridged the space between their lips. Soma stiffened at the initiative and positively purred as he melted into the interaction, making sure to grind down on Geom Mugeuk’s hips as the man did the same to him. Soma’s lips were surprisingly soft and pliant. The kiss was tentative at first, but not lacking in enthusiasm. It was a blend of inexperience and instinct. The awkward wetness of a first kiss shared with a new partner, and one joined by the trust of those who had shared life and death.
It was Soma that deepened the kiss. He bit firmly on Geom Mugeuk’s lower lip. It was enough to elicit a surprised gasp, but not enough to draw blood. Geom Mugeuk reflexively opened his mouth, and then sensation took over. Soma pressed his tongue deeply into Geom Mugeuk’s mouth, only for Geom Mugeuk to respond in kind. Being tongue to tongue drove Geom Mugeuk to close his eyes and release his grip on Soma’s wrist. He couldn’t see, but he could feel more in that duration than he had in this lifetime. Heart beating as though he were training diligently, leaving him short of breath, yet Soma continued to devour him. Geom Mugeuk sucked on Soma’s tongue, and this time it was Soma who moaned and pulled back slightly. Soma gave out a husky chuckle. Unnoticed, their hands had descended onto one another. Geom Mugeuk’s hands fisted into the white fabric on Soma’s back, while Soma’s hands ran up and down Geom Mugeuk’s sides. The delicate touch caused him to shiver.
Soma quickly adjusted his mask just enough to perceive Geom Mugeuk. “I’m starting to wish we had tried this sooner,” Soma urged lasciviously. “I could get used to this.” Soma tilted his mask up slightly and ran a series of open-mouth kisses down Geom Mugeuk’s neck. Being careful not to leave marks.
Geom Mugeuk shook his head carefully. “There won't be a next time,” he warned.
At his declaration, Soma laughed against his skin, the sensation sending vibrations through Geom Mugeuk’s neck. Soma was licking his Adam's apple before he deftly turned it into an open-mouth kiss. “But of course, Young Cult Leader,” Soma said this as though he didn’t have any intention to betray Geom Mugeuk’s confidence, but equally as though he didn’t believe Geom Mugeuk’s words. But even without looking into Soma’s eyes, he knew there was more that was left unsaid.
They continued to move against each other. A coordinated effort to elicit pleasure from one another. Both fought to take the lead whilst neither was willing to submit to the other wholeheartedly. Soma was as talented at this endeavor as he was at massage. As one who didn’t usually pursue the comfort of the flesh, Soma’s undeniable skills transformed Geom Mugeuk into an eerily surprised, stifled, and nervous emotional soup. While he tried to smother his nerves (in the pursuit of maintaining momentum), little could be done to quell his inner conflict. Soma had finally removed Geom Mugeuk’s top by sliding it open instead of gathering it up to his arms. He hadn’t disrobed the man completely, but now Geom Mugeuk was more exposed than before.
Soma was placing a wet string of kisses on the sensitive part of his neck when he whispered into his ear, “I’m conflicted.”
Somewhat surprised by the admission, Geom Mugeuk attempted to find his way into Soma’s tight-fitting top, while enjoying the way Soma’s defined muscles felt in his hands. “In what way?”
Soma nibbled at Geom Mugeuk’s earlobe with noticeable restraint. He was methodical in his reply, “I can’t decide between engaging with you in a way that I believe you want, as opposed to in a way that I know I want.” Soma softly pulled Geom Mugeuk’s ear with his teeth. “If this is only once, I don’t want to have any regrets.”
Geom Mugeuk’s heart stirred at the word ‘regrets.’ It was something that had defined his last life and dictated all choices in this life. Not knowing the proper response in this peculiar situation, he settled for the advice he would give in any other circumstance. “It’s best not to live with regrets, Soma-nim.” He figured honesty would help convince Soma to choose wisely so that he would not have any regrets. After all, it was his responsibility as the one who had initiated this arrangement when he called out to Soma in the first place.
Soma paused before he burrowed his mask into the crook of Geom Mugeuk’s neck, which was slightly awkward. Taking a deep breath in, Soma offered an honest caution, “I have peculiar tastes.” This comment was meant to allow Geom Mugeuk time to disparage him for his conviction.
Though, Geom Mugeuk couldn’t figure out why Soma was insecure about his preferences. While Geom Mugeuk didn’t have any of his own, he wouldn’t judge Soma for whatever it was. Indifferently, Geom Mugeuk commented with an absent-minded response, “And I have none at all for this sort of thing.” Instead of focusing on the conversation, Geom Mugeuk was more interested in his growing frustration with Soma’s too-tight top. While both eye-catching and form-fitting, it was surprisingly difficult to take off. With a huff, he gave up and settled on removing Soma’s belt instead. He tossed it to the side provocatively.
Soma didn’t look convinced. “How can you have no preference at all, Young Leader?” he sounded disappointed.
Their bodies were flush against one another. Geom Mugeuk was growing delirious with want. “Lack of practice, I suppose,” he admitted with a sigh. “Why don’t you try me, Soma-nim? Show me your world,” Geom Mugeuk encouraged, leading with words that he knew would resonate with the Evil Smiling Demon. “The worst thing I’ll do is stop you if I don’t like it.”
Momentarily encouraged, Geom Mugeuk felt the second when Soma resisted his words. The man paused. “I don’t want you to stop me,” he confessed, sounding more vulnerable than Geom Mugeuk had anticipated.
Seeing what Soma was worried about clearly, Geom Mugeuk pressed, “Even if I do, the night is still young. We can try other things.” He’d managed to undo Soma’s pants and had released his member, which was warm and hard to the touch. Soma let out a low guttural moan as Geom Mugeuk handled him with care.
This comment seemed to assuage Soma somewhat. He bit harshly into the crux of Geom Mugeuk’s neck.
“Mmm….lift your hips and body some.” Geom Mugeuk commanded.
“Yes, Young Master,” Soma shifted his mask back into place and lifted his body so that he was no longer pressing Geom Mugeuk firmly to the bed. Geom Mugeuk smiled up at the man whose mask was hovering over his face.
“I want to blow you,” Geom Mugeuk confessed with a smile, still holding Soma’s manhood firmly. The flesh twitched in his hand, and Geom Mugeuk could see Soma’s eyes rolling back in pleasure through the small slits in his mask.
“By all means,” Soma encouraged.
Geom Mugeuk shimmied downward, still below Soma, who had used both of his hands on either side of Geom Mugeuk in a plank position to keep himself propped up.
As Geom Mugeuk moved lower to Soma’s exposed erection, he couldn’t help but shift himself in his own pajama pants. Looking down at him, Soma lifted his hips and allowed his member to bob into Geom Mugeuk’s face. With his hips alone, he attempted to smear pre-cum onto the man’s lips that were moist and red from kissing. His erection kept slipping and slapping Geom Mugeuk’s face at odd angles.
Smiling, Geom Mugeuk looked up at Soma’s mask as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to taste flesh. Soma moaned obscenely as he watched Geom Mugeuk lick down his shaft and kiss his head gently.
“Young Cult Leader!” He gasped as the man below him continued to tease him with his tongue. Geom Mugeuk used one hand to fondle Soma’s balls and the other to pump his flesh between licks. He could see the frustration building in Soma’s eyes, but ignored it in favor of teasing the Demon Supreme.
The Evil Smiling Demon threw his head back and forcefully pressed his erection down as he bit out with a strained voice, “Put it in your mouth already!”
Geom Mugeuk smiled cockily and shook his head playfully. “Not yet,” Geom Mugeuk denied.
But Soma wasn’t having it. He pulled his erection out of Geom Mugeuk’s grasp and flipped his position so that he was on his knees facing the top of Geom Mugeuk’s head. He grabbed himself with both hands and began to pump his erection right above Geom Mugeuk’s face. Soma handled himself so that his tip was forcefully pressing against Geom Mugeuk’s smiling lips. “You’re surprisingly impatient,” Geom Mugeuk observed, eyes alight with curiosity. He licked the tip of the dripping member.
“Only with this,” Soma admitted. Pressing his cock to Geom Mugeuk’s mouth, Soma demanded, “Open.”
Geom Mugeuk opened his mouth and took in as much as he could. He made sure to keep his eyes open and on Soma as he sucked and bobbed his head. Soma’s hands were shaking perceptively. He was holding himself back. Geom Mugeuk could tell, though he couldn’t identify why. He popped the cock out of his mouth with a loud and wet sound. “Soma-nim, why hold back?” Soma clenched his shaking hands into fists. “Do what you want. I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.” Geom Mugeuk encouraged him, now more curious about Soma’s insecurities about his sexual inclinations. He was usually so bold that it was unusual to see him so cautious about something.
Soma reached between them and put the pad of his thumb to Geom Mugeuk’s lips. Curiously, Geom Mugeuk opened his mouth to suck on the offending finger. Soma moved, this time driving both his thumbs and pointer fingers into his mouth. Obscenely, he changed the shape of Geom Mugeuk’s mouth. “Wider…like this…” He pinched his tongue and drew it out to lie flat. “Tongue like this.” Soma’s eyes were positively glowing as he instructed, and his voice was a lot lower and rougher than normal. Between the obscene words, gestures, and tone, Geom Mugeuk felt himself grow painfully hard. Mouth still open widely as Soma helped him, causing him to moan and drool a bit out of the side of his mouth. “Wider…” Soma encouraged. Unable to hold it in anymore, Geom Mugeuk moved to touch himself.
Surprisingly, he was suddenly stopped when Soma aborted his instruction to grab Geom Mugeuk’s hands and prevent him from touching himself. “No,” Soma said coolly. “You don’t get to touch yourself yet.” The nonchalant action shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. He wasn’t used to being told what to do on the one hand. On the other hand, it felt good to trust Soma to take care of him. And he inherently knew that Soma would take care of him. It was the kind of trust they shared. “Now, open your mouth again…” Geom Mugeuk did as he was instructed. “Good—”
The next thing Geom Mugeuk knew was that Soma’s dick was back in his mouth. “Stay still.” This time, it was Soma that moved. He thrusted his hips, slow and shallow, into Geom Mugeuk’s mouth. One hand positioned itself to direct his cock to press through Geom Mugeuk’s lips, while the other gently caressed Geom Mugeuk’s face and cheeks. “Hold—you’re—breath!” Soma commanded between thrusts as he plunged in deeply. Geom Mugeuk could feel himself choke. A wet gagging sound filled the air as his eyes began to water from the stimulus. Geom Mugeuk could feel Soma’s balls slapping against his face as he choked on Soma. “Ah!” Soma gasped and pressed further past Geom Mugeuk’s lips. Soma’s eyes shone brightly as he watched himself fuck Geom Mugeuk’s face. He used his free hand to trail down Geom Mugeuk’s chin to his neck. Every time he thrusted deeply, he could see a phallic-shaped bulge that appeared in Geom Mugeuk’s throat. Soma’s hand ghosted against Geom Mugeuk’s neck as he felt each thrust expand his throat. The next breath saw Soma pounding mercilessly into his mouth. Soma’s hands were still shaking as he destroyed Geom Mugeuk’s. “Keep it wider…”
Geom Mugeuk was only slightly surprised by the forceful nature of the Demon Supreme. It seemed that the more comfortable Soma got that Geom Mugeuk wouldn’t deny him, the more aggressive he got. “Hold your breath!” Soma demanded before thrusting vigorously into his open mouth. Not used to the sensation, he gagged again, but this time Soma pressed a hand over his nose so that he couldn’t breathe at all. Between the gagging and the lack of oxygen, a strange prickling sensation tickled below his skin across his entire body. His vision sparkled with stars, but just before he was about to pull Soma forcefully away from him, Soma’s hips stuttered, and the Demon released his seed into Geom Mugeuk’s mouth with a low grunt.
As he came, he allowed Geom Mugeuk to pull away. Cum and saliva dribbled down his chin as he gasped and choked. “So, these are your preferences,” Geom Mugeuk joked, his voice thicker from the abuse to his throat.
“Shhh…shhh…ah, Young Cult Leader, you did well,” Soma encouraged. Soma shifted his position so that he was straddling the young lord again. Gently, he groped and stroked Geom Mugeuk. Once they were face to mask, Soma propped up the mask again and began to kiss and lick the mess off Geom Mugeuk’s face. “I did tell you I have peculiar tastes,” Soma warned. “You were the one who encouraged me to share. I did my best to hold back. I hope it wasn’t too bad.” Soma seemed concerned that he had gone too far. His eyes reflected that feeling of unease.
Geom Mugeuk laughed deeply. While the deep throating had been harsh and unforgiving, he found that he didn’t dislike it. Soma was intense. The roughness suited him. He could scarcely imagine Soma as gentle. It seemed absurd. It was curious that the Evil Smiling Demon was so considerate with him. While Geom Mugeuk certainly didn’t have preferences, he could certainly support Soma’s tastes. It was invigorating, if a bit rough; it reminded him of fighting. There was a certain thrill to it. “It was good, Soma-nim, better than good.” They shared a needy kiss, both expressions hidden by Soma’s mask. This time, Soma began to grope at the front of Geom Mugeuk’s pants. Geom Mugeuk moaned and thrusted reflexively into Soma’s hand. “There is no need to hold back, Soma-nim,” Geom Mugeuk encouraged. “If you like it rough, be rough. I’m strong enough to take it.”
Soma’s eyes still held a bit of trepidation. “It is not a question of if you can take it. It is a question of whether you would like it.”
Geom Mugeuk felt moved by Soma’s sentiment. It seemed out of character for the Evil Smiling Demon to care so much about another’s wants. “I never knew Soma-nim had such a cute side to him.” Soma did not look impressed at being called ‘cute.’ Curious, Geom Mugeuk couldn’t help but ask, “Are you so kind to all of your bedmates?”
“No,” came Soma’s immediate and decisive denial. “I am usually rough and cruel,” Soma admitted vehemently.
“Then it is just me who receives Soma-nim’s special consideration. I feel honored,” Geom Mugeuk joked playfully. But Soma seemed oddly serious about the matter.
“The Young Cult Leader seems the type to enjoy a gentle touch. Even if you have little experience to know your preferences, surely you would enjoy something softer,” Soma argued. “You should feel good, too.”
Geom Mugeuk was again surprised by the significance Soma found in his words. He reached his hand to touch the coolness of Soma’s mask, where his cheek would be. “Perhaps I might be more inclined to softness. Perhaps not. I don’t know. Either way, if it were softer, it would not be with Soma-nim.” Geom Mugeuk shook his head, brushing away the thought as trivial. “I feel good when you feel good. Do not force yourself to be something you are not for my sake. If I don’t like something, I will say so. You, who have preferences, should show them to me. That way, you will have no regrets.”
“Then my current preference is to return the favor.” Soma teased as he gestured to the bulge in Geom Mugeuk’s pajamas.
Geom Mugeuk, who was already nearing his limit, licked his lips in anticipation. “Then, by all means, Soma-nim, return the favor.”