MLCD Chapter 2.2

It was dark when Shavonne came back to the Ira apartment. If he had left the cafe and came straight to the apartment, he would have arrived before night, but Shavonne didn’t because he stopped by the grocery store to buy onions. The problem was that the grocery store closed early, perhaps because of the rain. So did all nearby grocery stores, as well as grocery stores where Shavonne was a regular.

Wasting time and power, Shavonne had to return home empty-handed. Fortunately, he wasn’t caught in the rain thanks to the umbrella Dr. Fawkes had given him.

Heavy rain poured into the pitch black night. The loud sound of rain was heard all over. The sound of footsteps, the sound of a wagon passing by in the distance, and the sound of the clock tower ringing at 9 p.m. weren’t so loud so they were buried.

Every time the rain fell, there was a ripple under my feet. A faint fog rose and faded all over. The deserted street was cool.

At the entrance of the apartment, Shavonne discovered ‘something’. It was a human silhouette, and the silhouette was wandering around like a ghost soaked in rain, perhaps without an umbrella. Shavonne guessed they liked getting rained on, but even if he just wanted to pass by, somehow the silhouette felt familiar.

Don’t tell me... Shavonne had a bad feeling and a dry mouth. Shavonne closed his umbrella with his sweaty hands in tension.

“…Lewellyn?”

Lewellyn looked around Shavonne. His wet face was pale like a ghost in the rain. Shavonne was at a loss for words. He couldn’t help but ask if he was waiting for him to come back.

“Shavonne.”

Lewellyn’s lips, which called him, were blue. No, it was a lifeless purple. Shavonne didn’t know how long Lewellyn had been in the rain and why he was waiting for Shavonne, but one thing was certain. The fact was that if he left him like that, Lewellyn would suffer hypothermia. Maybe he already had it.

“Mr. Lewellyn, let’s go in first…”

But Shavonne couldn’t finish talking because Lewellyn wanted to hug Shavonne, but stopped and stepped back. Shavonne couldn’t hide his suspicious face. Even if he understood the trying to hug, why did he step back?

The question was answered immediately.

“Because you said not to…”

Shavonne noticed what Lewellyn was talking about. It was the conversation they had before, on the day when Shavonne asked whether Lewellyn was a killer or not.

“…” Shavonne let out a silent sigh. “…Let’s go in first.” Shavonne shared an umbrella with Lewellyn. To be exact, he was going to use it. However, it was uncomfortable to raise the umbrella because of the height difference. Shavonne was also above average, but Lewellyn was much taller.

Damn it, I won’t use it. Shavonne passed the umbrella over. Lewellyn reached out the handle as it was handed over to him to make it easier for him to take over. “Use it alone.”

However, Lewellyn didn’t take the umbrella, he didn’t even grab the handle. The umbrella fell and laid on the floor. Muddy water splashed on the umbrella that left stains. “Why aren’t you answer…” Shavonne, who was about to ask, suddenly shut up. It was a moment when Lewellyn realized that he didn’t take the umbrella as he was “not able to”.

Lewellyn’s hands were shaking. Far from taking over the umbrella, it was so bad that he couldn’t hold anything.

A pale face, purple lips, a weak gaze, a hoarse voice, and trembling hands… Shavonnee saw Lewellyn so unstable for the first time. He never thought Lewellyn could ever be like he was right now, but it turned out that Lewellyn was in a situation as risky as a man on a cliff.

He didn’t know the circumstances. Shavonne couldn’t even guess what Lewellyn was thinking and how he felt, but he did know one thing: why Lewellyn became the man on a cliff and wasn’t the usual Lewellyn.

Shavonne.

Because of Shavonne.

“… You must be cold.”

Shavonne picked up the umbrella. Lewellyn came in and raised it high with his hands so that he could avoid the rain.

“Let’s go in.”

Lewellyn didn’t move. He just stopped in the rain like a person who saw nothing and heard nothing. The wet eyes because of the rain were staring at Shavonne.

Shavonne sighed a little. He didn’t know what the problem was, he needed to solve it. Severe hypothermia could lead to a coma and his muscles could be damaged. Of course, it was now a mild hypothermia at a level where the face became white and lips became purple, but if Lewellyn remained out here for ten or five more minutes, it may worsen to severe hypothermia.

“Mr. Lewellyn,” He said out of the blue as he tried to approach Lewellyn. Then, a hoarse and cracked voice flowed through Lewellyn’s purple lips.

“I’m… ”

It was raining, and still…

“…I’m afraid of worrying about you this much.”

The sound of rain covered the whole world. Shavonne was silent but only for a moment. Leaving the question he wanted to ask Lewellyn back behind, Shavonne pretended to be calm and calmed down his emotions.

“What I’m afraid of is that you’re going to die of hypothermia.”

He strode closer and took Lewellyn’s hand. His hands were freezing. Even if he were dead, Lewellyn wouldn’t be so cold. Even so, Shavonne didn’t let go of Lewellyn’s hand. Rather than letting it go, he did as much as he could to keep their hands together. The warmth of Shavonne’s hand spread to Lewellyn’s. Slow, but certainly.

“Let’s go in.”

The night was long. It was enough time to dry Lewellyn’s wet body.

***

It didn’t take much time for Lewellyn to return as usual.

“Bring me a blanket too. Maybe a cotton blanket for winter.”

Shavonne had brought Lewellyn into his house and gave him a blanket because he felt sorry for Lewellyn, seeing him shaking as pale as a ghost. Thanks to the blanket and warm tea, his face regained the color and his lips turned blue, but Lewellyn firmly pretended to be uncomfortable.

Right, let’s say you find it uncomfortable to move because you yield it a hundred times. He looked perfectly fine as usual, but it was only on the outside, he could still be hurt inside.

But he kept saying: “All right. Mr. Shavonne’s going to give me a blanket and make me some tea”, ” I’m going to get sick often” and so on. He had the power to say all that but not to take a blanket himself. He had no credibility whatsoever. Shavonne frowned his eyebrows and didn’t just let it go.

“If you’re fine, do it yourself.”

“My God. Do I look fine to you, Shavonne?”

Shavonne replied by scanning Lewellyn up and down. “Yes. You’re perfectly fine.”

Lewellyn lowered his eyebrows. “Shavonne is bad.”, ” What do you mean?”, ” I was planning to ask Shavonne if he would lie down with me if he brought me a blanket.”, ” I hope you’re glad to have ruined the plan.”

Shavonne pointed to Lewellyn’s forehead. He didn’t have a fever. Far from having a fever, he was cold like a dead person. Shavonne looked at Lewellyn. You don’t seem to have a headache, and you don’t seem to have a sore throat. I think you’ll be fine from the cold.

“You’ve been waiting for me, right?”

Shavonne asked. Lewellyn looked at Shavonne and laughed a little. He put down the teacup and answered.

“Of course. Do you think I was there getting rained on for no reason?”

“You could’ve waited inside, you know, in your house, or at least in the lobby.”

“The air outside was too good to be inside.”

Shavonne just asked another thing instead of refuting Lewellyn’s excuse.

“What about an umbrella? Why didn’t you bring one?”

“I forgot.”

“Even if you did, you could have just gone back and got it back.”

“I couldn’t have done that.”

“Why? Were you uncomfortable at that time as you were just now?” Shavonne’s voice was grumpy. Lewellyn smiled with a laugh. A response came from Lewellyn’s mouth.

“Do you really want to hear it?”

“I asked because I wanted to hear it.”

“Maybe that’s not the answer you want.”

“When did you only answer what I wanted?”

“I do. Always, sincerely, do my best.”

“Are you going to keep changing the subject?”

“Yes. I’m going to keep changing the subject.”

…It was a quarrel in which Shavonne couldn’t see the end. It was obvious why Lewellyn didn’t say a word. He didn’t want to tell him why he didn’t bring an umbrella. Shavonne kept his mouth shut to demand an answer. He crossed his arms and looked stubbornly into Lewellyn. Only then did Lewellyn sigh. I get it, if you want to hear it so much…

“What if Mr. Shavonne came while I was coming back from taking the umbrella?”

“…”

Shavonne was speechless.

“Mr. Shavonne could have come and I would have missed it. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“…You can’t do that because of an umbrella.”

There was silence.

“Well, that’s the answer you wanted to hear. Are you satisfied now?”

Lewellyn had a smiling face. It was as per Lewellyn’s warning. That wasn’t the answer Shavonne wanted. The answer was too burdensome for Shavonne to handle. Damn it. Shavonne bit his lower lip.

“But you didn’t always wait for me.”

“You’re wrong. I have always waited for Shavonne.”

I could only fall asleep when I saw Mr. Shavonne coming home safely, added Lewellyn with a smiling face. Shavonne refuted it.

“But you didn’t do it in the rain anyway.”

“Ah, that’s a quirk of mine,” explained Lewellyn, still smiling. Shavonne didn’t understand what he meant, so he frowned and asked back.

“Quirk?”

“Yes,” replied Lewellyn. “I’m the type to lose it when I’m alone on a rainy day.”

Shavonne wanted to ask if that was true, how that could make him ‘lose it’, but Shavonne held back. If he asked hastily, Shavonne might hear an answer that was too burdensome for him to handle again.

“What about you, Mr. Shavonne?”

Lewellyn asked. Only then did Shavonne escape from his thoughts and looked back at Lewellyn with a ‘What?’ look. Lewellyn reached out and put his hand on Shavonne’s cheek. The hand that swept Shavonne’s cheek was kind. “Why did Mr. Shavonne leave me alone?” Lewellyn asked again in a sweet voice. “Mn? Why did you make me lose it?”

Shavonne grabbed Lewellyn’s hand and took it off gently. Shavonne’s voice answering was calm.

“I met a friend.”

At that moment, Lewellyn’s eyes squinted. Shavonne didn’t notice.

“Do you have friends?”

At the straightforward question, Shavonne frowned his eyebrows and asked back. “Do I look like I don’t?” Of course Shavonne knew the answer. Lewellyn had never seen Shavonne in contact with a friend, so it was not unreasonable for Lewellyn to misunderstand. However, apart from knowing that, Shavonne’s pride was hurt anyway.

“You do.” Lewellyn calmly agreed and asked calmly. “Do you need friends?”

When dealing with Lewellyn, there was often a sense of difference, as when Lewellyn made a statement that was different from common sense like he did now. What kind of life made Lewellyn have a way of thinking that didn’t fit with ‘common sense’? Shavonne answered as he studied Lewellyn’s face.

“Yes. A person needs friends to live in this world.”

The world, the world… Lewellyn repeated that word to himself. What kind of life made Lewellyn have a way of thinking that the word “world” felt unreachable?

Shavonne wondered what Lewellyn’s life had been like, but Shavonne didn’t ask. Even if it was pure curiosity for Shavonne, it could be an unforgettable wound for Lewellyn. Shavonne didn’t want to hurt his partner.

“Mr. Shavonne, can’t I be the only one in your world?”

Mr. Shavonne is the only one in my world, Lewellyn’s voice felt sad.

Shavonne would have scolded or turned his head around saying, “You’re talking nonsense,” but not to Lewellyn. He couldn’t do that. Shavonne looked back on his memory when he believed that lovers were everything in the world. He couldn’t remember any time, though. Maybe there had never been a time in 29 years when he believed in it so much.

Lovers didn’t become lovers only by love. Not only the favorable feelings commonly called love, but also the status, property, and sexual orientation should be considered. Sometimes reality could be more important than love.

Someday Lewellyn would know that relationships between each other were much more than romance. That’s why Shavonne felt a corner of his heart getting mixed up. All Shavonne could do was hope that it wasn’t Shavonne himself who taught Lewellyn the truth.

Shavonne hugged Lewellyn instead of answering. He felt Lewellyn’s body flinch from the unexpected hug. Shavonne buried his face around Lewellyn’s neck. As always, Lewellyn’s body was as cold as a dead body, but it was better than before.

“In my world, there’s just you.”

He wasn’t lying. It was different from what Lewellyn said, but anyway, in Shavonne’s world, only Lewellyn was by ‘his side’.

“Just you.”

He mumbled as if it were just to himself, fixed his posture and hugged Lewellyn firmly. Breath poured down the neck of Lewellyn. It was then that Lewellyn turned his head and saw Shavonne.

“Mr. Shavonne, you couldn’t blame anyone who is out of his mind for anything they did?”

That was out of the blue. Shavonne blinked because he didn’t understand the intentions of Lewellyn’s question. His voice showed signs of bewilderment. “They’re not in their right mind so… I guess I couldn’t.”

“Right?” As Lewellyn even got confirmation, he asked. “So you can’t blame me for this, can you?”

Before Shavonne could ask what he meant, something heavy touched Shavonne’s lips. Lips. Lewellyn’s lips. That word popped into Shavonne’s head and sunk deeply until it disappeared. Shavonne couldn’t open his lips. No, he didn’t think he should.

Shavonne was embarrassed. It was embarrassing that Lewellyn’s lips were cold and felt like the skin of a baby, but what was most embarrassing was that Lewellyn was comfortable. Lewellyn’s lips and his cold breath didn’t bother him at all.

Shavonne didn’t like to kiss anyone. He refused to kiss his prior 30 lovers or sex partners. They had tried it over and over again, but to no result. Also, when they tried it again, he would leave.

Shavonne couldn’t help it. Kissing felt uncomfortable, it was the breath of a stranger. He wasn’t happy that he had to kiss someone and breathe in each other’s breath.

But, Lewellyn…

Shavonne couldn’t think.

“…”

Lewellyn licked Shavonne’s closed lips, cleaned it carefully, licked it as if he wanted to eat him all, and then, he lightly bit the bottom lip. It hurts. Shavonne grimaced and then moaned. Lewellyn didn’t miss it. No, maybe it was intended.

Lewellyn’s tongue was sticking in Shavonne’s mouth. He thought it would be as cold as Lewellyn’s lips, but it wasn’t. He was mistaken. Lewellyn’s tongue was as hot as fire. I was sweet and persistent. I was sticky and greedy. The tongue searched the mouth freely, the tender flesh in the mouth, the tongue that carefully scanned the gums and teeth, as if he were asking, “Do you want to date me?”.

Lewellyn sucked, licked and swallowed Shavonne’s lips without even giving him time to catch his breath. He stroked Shavonne’s neck with both hands, groped in his ear, grabbed Shavonne’s back, and turned it into a mess.

Shavonne closed his eyes. Their tongues were entangled as Lewellyn roamed his mouth. Shavonne thought it had been a wise choice to close his eyes. When he couldn’t see anything, his whole world became just Lewellyn. The tongue in Shavonne’s mouth belonged to Lewellyn. The body that Shavonne hugged belonged to Lewellyn.

A throbbing sound filled Shavonne’s ears. He was out of breath. A breath of excitement poured into each other’s skin. Shavonne was the vulnerable type to pleasure. His body was burning out of control. The heat made the neck and ears to turn red. Shavonne wrapped his arm around Lewellyn’s neck.

Every love story had an end. Whether it was because of an arbitrary breakup or another situation, there was still an end anyway. Shavonne wanted to postpone his end with Lewellyn as much as possible. The type of love that burned fast extinguished quickly.

They had to date slowly. That’s why Shavonne delayed holding hands, hugging, kissing, and sex with the rest of his lovers for a day at the earliest, or a month at the latest.

That’s what he did.

It was a mistake to overlook the fact that Shavonne himself was vulnerable for pleasure. The plan is busted. Shavonne thought that as he had both arms wrapped around Lewellyn’s neck. That was the last thought Shavonne could do in his right mind.

Kissing. The sticky kiss felt as if it were penetrating not only his mouth but also his head. Lewellyn’s hand, touching Shavonne’s neck, touching his earlobe, grasping Shavonne’s back, was fumbling with Shavonne’s shirt. Lewellyn’s fingers were over the fabric of Shavonne’s shirt. It felt hot but cold. Cold but hot. Wherever Lewellyn’s fingertips were reached, the skin under his shirt turned red.

Soon, Lewellyn’s hand found a button on Shavonne’s shirt. Lewellyn slowly separated his lips. The tongue that stirred Shavonne’s mouth freely also disappeared. As if to represent Shavonne’s heart, the saliva from mouth to mouth stretched helplessly. Shavonne couldn’t even breathe properly. At that moment, he stopped breathing.

Shavonne was used to it. Shavonne thought he was. No matter how good a face was, it was natural that your feelings became less powerful every day. But this was a first time for Shavonne. Lewellyn’s face, in a mess right after the kiss, had a faint smile while he grasped for breath.

Shavonne’s heart beat violently. The thumping sound of his heart was loud enough to be heard by Lewellyn, who was right in front of him. Shavonne had to admit that he was very handsome.

“…off?”

Lewellyn said something, but Shavonne didn’t get it. In this situation, Shavonne’s head was too hazy with pleasure to interpret each word.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I… did. Maybe.”

“So you didn’t.”

Lewellyn smiled brightly. In front of Lewellyn, Shavonne’s big or small self-defense lies were always useless. Lewellyn moved his head without hesitation and brought his lips into Shavonne’s ear. His breath tickled Shavonne’s ears, making him get goose bumps that then disappeared.

Lewellyn whispered low to his ear. Every time he spoke, Lewellyn’s voice sounded sweet. Sweet was only used for taste and smell, and Shavonne didn’t think it could be used for sound, but it could. A sound could be sweet. Lewellyn’s voice was sweet. Too much, like a dessert that had sugar all over.

“Can I take this off?”

“… You’re not supposed to ask.”

Shavonne’s voice sounded abrupt at the thought of the mood being broken. Lewellyn stared at Shavonne regardless of his brusque voice. He kissed Shavonne’s nose briefly while he took the shirt off. “Excuse me.” One, two… Lewellyn started unbuttoning Shavonne’s wrinkled shirt.

Every time Lewellyn touched a button, Shavonne’s bare skin hidden under his shirt was  being revealed. When the cold wind touched his skin, he felt cold, and when Lewellyn’s finger touched him, he felt hot.

His mind was all burnt out. Shavonne thought that it would be better if Lewellyn tore up his shirt. Then he didn’t have to wait for him to unbutton his shirt with patience…

However, he didn’t say what he wished for. It was partly because Shavonne was worried that Lewellyn would tease him by saying, “Shavonne, you’re very uninterested but so active in bed,” but it was also because he didn’t want his shirt to rip.

If Shavonne were lucky, it could be repaired, but if he was unlucky, he would have to buy a new one. Shavonne was still being rational so he didn’t forget that he didn’t have enough money. Not yet.

Lewellyn’s hand slowed down from Shavonne’s neck to his collarbone and from his collarbone to the center of his chest. He was just touching. The relaxing touch caressed Shavonne’s skin, and that alone ruined Shavonne’s breathing.

When Lewellyn’s fingers pressed down with strength, his breath became faster, and when the fingers pressed lightly, his breath slowed down. Shavonne was holding his breath. He felt suffocated, like out of breath. Before he knew it, Shavonne’s nipples were standing sharply. Lewellyn looked at Shavonne’s nipples, then at his face, and then at his nipples again. After that, he said.

“They are erect.”

Lewellyn noticed. It was more embarrassing to look at it so naive and saying it pretending you didn’t know. Shavonne felt his face turn red. Maybe his ears were turning so red that flames would come out. “They are.” Shavonne pretended to be nonchalant, fearing that he would feel more embarrassed if he showed what he really was thinking. After that, Shavonne turned his eyes away because he wasn’t sure if he could face him.

Lewellyn didn’t seem to like that.

“Don’t avoid me.”

Lewellyn held up Shavonne’s chin with his finger and made Shavonne look at him. He licked his dry lips and spoke in a low voice.

“I want to see you.”

Ha. Shavonne smiled in vain. If he hadn’t relayed that his touch before, this wouldn’t have happened, as Lewellyn didn’t seem to know that what he said embarrassed Shavonne or, at least, he pretended not to.

“May I touch you?”

“… Don’t ask me.”

Lewellyn touched Shavonne’s chest as soon as he was allowed. It was a soft caress. Shavonne’s body reacted by itself. The nipples that were erect in the flat chest became harder. Shavonne closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch.

A sweet and light moan flowed from Shavonne’s mouth. Not only was his body excited, but also his mind. He had lost the sense of reality as if it was a dream. Shavonne, who had nightmares since some time ago, couldn’t help but love the comfort. He wanted to be drunk. He wanted to be melted with his lover.

As if he had read Shavonne’s mind, Lewellyn’s hands became more friendly, sensitive, and soft. You like that? Mn? Shavonne, do you like it? His loving touch seemed to ask Shavonne that.

And the next moment, Lewellyn pinched and twisted Shavonne’s nipples by surprise.

A light flashed in Shavonne’s head as he wasn’t prepared for that. A small groan broke out from Shavonne’s mouth, which didn’t stop to let out sweet and light moans. Pain and pleasure were felt at the same time. Shavonne was gasping for air as he observed Lewellyn

Lewellyn looked natural as if nothing had happened. Then, he said, “You can’t close your eyes.” And added, “I told you to look at me.”

Shavonne was dumbfounded, but Lewellyn didn’t care and sucled Shavonne’s chest with his mouth. Moanings were coming out of Shavonne’s mouth as Lewellyn headed to his mouth, stuck his tongue out what was left of the kiss mark, licked it like an animal, and went down, leaving little kisses, from the chest to the belly button and to the pelvis. There…

“Can I lick it?”

Lewellyn had been kissing Shavonne’s pelvis until he raised his head, looked up at Shavonne and asked that. Shavonne blinked because thought he might have heard it wrong. Lick my pants when I didn’t even take them off? What are you trying to lick?

The question was answered immediately.

“Right. You told me not to ask.”

Lewellyn started licking the front of Shavonne’s pants. Shavonne felt his toes stretch naturally because the touch of the damp, warm tongue felt above his pants. As he twisted his body as if trying to escape, Lewellyn grabbed him. It was a tough grip that made it impossible for Shavonne to move. On the other hand, Lewellyn’s tongue was sweet, licking carefully, sucking the pants, and scraping them lightly with his teeth.

Shavonne bit his lips. He did it so hard that he thought he might bleed, but a faint moan leaked out. He had thought his moans were good, but Shavonne only found out today that it was an illusion.

The front of Shavonne’s pants was swelling because of Lewellyn. The indirect touch to Shavonne’s dick under the underwear and the pants was very exciting. How long has it been since I last got an oral? Such an idea came to his mind as the pleasure made his consciousness fade.

Shavonne tried to recall, but the memories of having his dick sucked were poor. Maybe he had never received one. He was still thinking about that with his faded reasoning when, suddenly, Lewellyn bit the front of his pants. He hadn’t done it that hard, but Shavonne was so surprised that it made him come to his senses.

“Am I that bad?”

Looking up at Shavonne with a sullen face, Lewellyn asked. Shavonne was still dazed, but he had enough consciousness to ask back. Shavonne’s voice, as he asked, had an astonished tone.

“What?”

“I’m so bad that your mind is wandering around.”

Lewellyn still had a sullen face. Shavonne thought now that he’d get him to work as a mind reader.

“… I’ll always remember that.”

Complaining for a moment, Lewellyn dragged Shavonne’s bottom down to his knees. Pants and underwear hung on Shavonne’s knees caught Lewellyn’s eye. The underwear was wet because of the fluids from the rock hard penis. Of course, Shavonne’s cock was a mess, too. As he had had underwear and pants on, his entire dick was covered in wet and shiny pre-cum.

Shavonne’s face was burning up, not because he was ashamed of showing his penis, but because it was all messy, like a child who couldn’t control his desire and show slippery wet underwear.

He tried to remove the pants and underwear on his knees, but Lewellyn’s movement was done first. Lewellyn moved his head to Shavonne’s cock. He stuck out his tongue, traced the vessels and stuck it in his mouth. He sucked it for a short while, let it go, licked up the body and scratched it lightly with his teeth.

“Uh… ah, ah…”

Shavonne’s lips let out some moans. Only then could Shavonne be sure. It was the first time he had gotten an oral. If it wasn’t the first time, he couldn’t remember this sensation. This sensation of his dick feeling someone’s warm and damp mouth was uncontrollably stimulating.

Shavonne was numbed all over his body, the only place he could sense was his penis, where Lewellyn was caressing with his tongue and mouth. He didn’t know where to put his body. His head, hands, and feet were awkward as if they were in a strange place. Shavonne wandered through the air. The tip of his hand rolled up, then stretched out, and then rolled back.

The moment of wanting to ejaculate came quickly. Shavonne warned: “I, I think I am…”. It wasn’t just his head that was filled with pleasure, but his voice as well. He tried to stop Lewellyn, but he held onto Shavonne’s penis and rolled his eyes, as if he were saying, ‘I can’t hear you’.

Without a break, Shavonne finally came. He was too ashamed to have cumed in Lewellyn’s mouth.

Only then did Lewellyn step down. Shavonne was desperate to bury his face in both hands. He was about to apologize for cumming in his mouth, but he happened to see Lewellyn muttering something. In a normal situation, he would have thought that he was tasting a drink, but it wasn’t a drink that just went into Lewellyn’s mouth. Shavonne’s face turned white.

“You can spit it.”

Shavonne tried to patch things up in a hurry. Lewellyn ignored the answer by gulping down what was in his mouth while staring at Shavonne. His adam’s apple went up and down.

Shavonne still looked down at Lewelly, pale. He had seen countless people who liked to feed their semen, but he had never seen anyone who liked to eat that. People didn’t like to eat semen.

When someone told him to swallow his semen, Shavonne refused, saying, “Do you even know how it feels to eat something that disgusting?” and “You should eat it yourself”. Even so, Lewellyne had swallowed the disgusting semen without hesitation, with a straight face, as if nothing happened.

“It’s delicious.”

Lewellyn briefly cleaned the semen spattered on his lips with his thumb. He stuck out his tongue and licked his thumb. Shavonne freaked out.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Lewellyn looked down at his thumb and mumbled.

“So this is how it tastes.”

That was weird. Shavonne stared at Lewellyn as if asking for an explanation. Only then did Lewellyn shrug his shoulders and explain as he got off.

“I’ve always wondered what it would taste like.”

“…Semen doesn’t taste good. It’s fishy, bitter. Anyway, it’s not edible.”

“What I was curious about wasn’t the taste of human semen.”

Lewellyn smiled. Shavonne blinked with only a question mark on his face because he didn’t understand what Lewellyn said. Lewellyn finished explaining. A wide smile was still formed on Lewellyn’s mouth.

“I was curious about the taste of Shavonne’s semen.”

He was curious about the taste of Shavonne’s semen, not the taste of human semen… Shavonne didn’t know if that was serious or a joke, but it didn’t have a good effect either way.

Shavonne had a blatant look on his face. Of course, as always, Lewellyn didn’t care. “This is enough for the appetizer,” he added. “Where would you like the main dish to be? Do you want it right here?”

“Are you crazy? If we do it on the floor, my backbone will come off.”

“What about the table?”

“Don’t even dream of that. How dare you eat there afterwards?”

“What about the desk?”

“If we get something in my books, you and I will die.”

The two agreed on the bed. It was Shavonne who laid on the bed first. Waiting for Lewellyn to come, he felt like a “main dish” waiting to be eaten (as Lewellyn put it).

Lewellyn stopped by the bedside table. Lewellyn’s face was scarlet in the light of the candle on the table. Lewellyn’s shadow fluttered over the wall. Lewellyn put his finger out and put out the candle. It became dark.

“Why did you put it out?”

Shavonne asked. The outline of Lewellyn was vaguely visible as the room was dark. Shavonne thought that he liked Lewellyn’s face and wanted to have sex while looking at him.

“Because I’m shy.”

Shavonne thought he really wanted to, but he couldn’t tell him because of what Lewellyn said. Some people wanted to have sex with the lights on, while others wanted to do it with the lights off.

Lewellyn came to the bed. The sound of footsteps and rustle made Shavonne’s heartbeat loud. It was so intense that he was worried that it would strain his heart. Shavonne wanted to turn on the light to have sex. When the lights were off, he liked the fact that his vision became black and his five senses became sensitive,though.

Shavonne closed his eyes and they kissed. At this rate, his world would be Lewellyn. No, even more than that. Lewellyn came up to bed and opened Shavonne’s legs, sitting in between. Shavonne felt his warm. Thinking that Lewellyn would soon enter between Shavonne’s legs made his mind weak.

Lewellyn started to take off his clothes. Shirts were thrown out of bed and belts and pants followed. In the darkness, Lewellyn’s body appeared only in a vague outline, but the outline alone showed that Lewellyn had a good body.

His naked shoulder, chest, smooth back, firm hip, tight thigh… Shavonne was just excited to draw it based on the outline in the dark, and his penis began to heat up again when he thought the body he had always dreamed of was between his legs.

Since Shavonne was in his mid-20s, he thought his sexual desire wasn’t as good as in his early 20s, but he was mistaken. The fact that the other person was Lewellyn, no, because it was Lewellyn, his blood, lust, and lewd thoughts concentrated all over his body.

Maybe I am a pervert. Shavonne thought.

Shavonne himself didn’t know, but Shavonne was the type who had a lot of thoughts when he was sexually excited. I’m glad I was abandoned at an orphanage, not a monastery, when I was abandoned on the side of the road. If I had entered the monastery, I would have been shocked because being constantly stuck with someone I liked… He constantly had series of meaningless thoughts.

At that time, Lewellyn’s finger pressed Shavonne’s entrance.

That was all. He didn’t turn it around, didn’t touch it, didn’t put it inside. He just pressed it. However, that alone cut off the thoughts that had been hanging on Shavonne’s head. His mind had gone blank. His whole body was stiff. All his muscles tightened. Lewellyn stood up.

“You need to relax.”

You think I don’t know? Shavonne had had sex countless times. He knew clearly what to do and how to make easy and satisfying sex.

The problem was, he couldn’t get his head around Lewellyn.

“Otherwise, you’ll feel some pain.”

Lewellyn mumbled in a languid voice. Who doesn’t want to relax? But Shavonne’s body didn’t listen. They could have stayed up all night waiting until Shavonne was relaxed. Maybe he couldn’t relax even if he stayed up all night.

Shavonne felt desperate. “Just do it.” Shavonne’s unusual cracked voice answered like that. In the dark, Lewellyn shrugged lightly.

“Well, if you say so.”

A finger came in suddenly. The first finger was fine. The feeling of something else there was uncomfortable, but bearable. However, when the second finger came in, Shavonne had to frown lightly because not only a foreign thing but also pain came at the same time.

He tried to stop Lewellyn by saying, “Wait a minute,” but the third finger came in before he could even speak. Then, Shavonne took a short breath. The feeling of the intruders was weird, but the pain was considerable. He felt pain not only in the entrance but also inside him.

He thought he wouldn’t feel happy just because Lewellyn’s fingers were inside him, but he was mistaken. Shavonne didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t had sex for too long or because his partner was Lewellyn, but his body was getting hot. Lust formed between his legs.

“Uh, hah, uck…”

Shavonne opened his lips without realizing it. The sound of colorful breathing leaked through the wide lips. If his breath had a color, it would have been as red as the ripe fruit that Shavonne’s lips look like.

Shavonne turned his head around painfully. He stucked his nails in the bed sheet. Why, why aren’t you pulling it out…? The entrance was so loose that it wouldn’t be so hard to thrust a dick in, but Lewellyn wouldn’t put his fingers out. Shavonne protested. The groans that couldn’t be swallowed were mixed between his voice.

“Ah, uh, ah, won’t you, ack, take them out?”

“I won’t.”

“Is, ahh, is it, uh, funny to you?”

“Don’t resent me. I can’t help but think it’s funny.” Lewellyn’s voice was mixed with laughter. “I can’t help it. Mr. Shavonne swallowed my fingers so much.”

He said he was shy, but it was all bullshit. The slow-moving hand grew faster and poked deeply inside Shavonne. There were no mistakes and no trial and error, precisely, when finding Shavonne’s spot.

Shavonne felt struck by lightning. He opened his mouth to the extent that he couldn’t open it further, and there was a noise that he didn’t know whether he was screaming or moaning. “Hah, ah, uh, ah, ack, uh, huh, ha, s-stop, ah…” My eyes flickered.

Shavonne pulled up his nails on the bed sheet. His nail scratched the sheets desperately. There was a groan in his throat made from a mixture of pleasure and pain. The pleasure felt good, but only when Shavonne was able to control it. Shavonne’s uncontrollable pleasure was like poison. He had to stop.

“St… uh, uck, stop, j… ahh, just stop, uh…”

Lewellyn tilted his head. He asked back as if he had no idea.

“Stop?”

He couldn’t talk. Shavonne nodded instead of answering, and at that moment Lewellyn’s finger touched Shavonne’s spot. He couldn’t see even though he opened his eyes. Not even Lewellyn, as the pleasure Lewellyn was giving him covered his eyes.

Shavonne had to control the pleasure, but the pleasure was in control of Shavonne. Pleasure gnawed at Shavonne, who opened his mouth and it swallowed all of him. He tried to protest to no avail. All that came out of Shavonne’s mouth was desperate groans, ah, ah… that didn’t become full words.

Lewellyn looked at Shavonne. As he looked at blind eyes and lips, the greed was slowly filling him up from the tip of his jaw. Shavonne wouldn’t admit to it, but he wanted Lewellyn to lick his eyes. Shavonne wouldn’t admit to it, but he wanted him to suck up his lips like swallowing them.

Just the thought of someone other than Lewellyn kissing Shavonne’s lips, or the thought of “having kissed”, made Lewellyn’s head cold as if ice water had been poured over him. Shavonne was Lewellyn’s world. Lewellyn wanted Shavonne’s world to be only him.

Of course he knew that couldn’t be. He knew anyone could kiss Shavonne’s lips. Whether it was a lover, a friend, a family… He understood it in his head. He did, but… couldn’t accept that.

Cold as a dead person’s blood, jealousy arose. Ugly and selfish thoughts filled Lewellyn’s mind. I’m glad Shavonne doesn’t have a family. If he had, then Lewellyn…

Lewellyn pulled his fingers away from Shavonne. It was used ‘pulled’ but it could be used ‘tried to pull’ as Shavonne’s inner wall was tightening so much, it seemed Lewellyn’s finger would break. Lewellyn glanced down at his finger and looked around. He jokingly glanced at Shavonne, pretending to blame him.

“It hurts. Next time, please, try not to hurt me that much, mn?”

Shavonne didn’t answer. Well, it wasn’t even clear whether Shavonne was listening to Lewellyn. Shavonne was just looking into space. Given that he wasn’t properly focused, it looked like there was a star going around in front of his eyes.

Lewellyn raised Shavonne’s legs over his shoulder. Since Shavonne left Lewellyn alone in the starland, he had to drag Shavonne down to Earth.