Chapter 23 #2
Completely naked, Ji-Su laid there while Raul stared at him in silence. He grew self-conscious and started to pull the edge of the sheet over him, but Raul tugged it from his hands.
“You are perfection,” he whispered hoarsely. He continued to stare as he skimmed a hand over Ji-Su’s nude body. “Please forgive me for being struck dumb seeing you this way for the first time.”
Ji-Su’s self-consciousness eased and he smiled. “You’re forgiven. But am I going to be the only one naked tonight?”
Raul blinked as if coming out of a trance.
“Of course not, carino.”
He rose from the bed to shrug out of his vest and remove his jeans and briefs.
Ji-Su returned the favor of staring in stunned silence.
Raul was even more magnificent stripped naked.
His pecs were big and firm, a light dusting of black hair on his chest narrowed into a trail running between the hard line of his abs and thickened once more at the base of his cock.
That cock was hard, but unable to stand up straight because it was so heavy.
More black hair roughened muscular thighs and calves that looked as if they’d been sculpted from marble.
Ji-Su let out a shaky breathy. He was about to be underneath that beautiful, giant man.
“Is that better?” Raul asked with a small smile curling his lips.
Ji-Su nodded. “Much, much better.”
Raul laughed and started to rejoin him on the bed, but a particularly boisterous shout from a party goer passing by outside reminded them that their tent was open.
“I’ll be right back,” Raul said.
He strode across the tent to close the entrance. Ji-Su watched, in awe of the powerful flex of muscles from Raul’s back to his ass and down to his calves. When he returned, Ji-Su raised his arms to welcome him, spreading his thighs open in invitation.
Raul’s eyes instantly glowed brighter. Then, he moved so fast all Ji-Su saw was a blur of motion before Raul was on top of him, cradled between his hips.
Ji-Su gasped aloud at the wondrous shock of feeling Raul’s big, hard body against him, pressing him into the mattress.
Raul trailed kisses over his cheek then down the line of his throat.
Sharp teeth nipped at him, though not hard enough to bite, followed by soft lips brushing over his skin.
“Can I drink from you, sweetheart?” Raul asked.
“Yes,” Ji-Su answered without hesitation.
“I want you to.” He wanted it badly. And to prove it, he tilted his head to the side, giving Raul full access to his throat.
His heart pounded in anticipation, ready for the bite, but Raul took his time, nuzzling his neck and tracing his tongue over his veins.
Finally, he stopped, lips hovering over the spot he’d chosen. Ji-Su held his breath, waiting...
Fangs pierced his skin as Raul bit him, but before Ji-Su had fully registered the pain of the bite, sensation flooded his veins.
Ji-Su cried out, loudly, and brought his hands up to slide into Raul’s hair once more.
This time he held on tight, pressing Raul’s face close to his throat as he trembled with overwhelming pleasure.
Raul groaned into the bite, breathing hot and heavy through his nose as he drank.
He held onto Ji-Su with one hand locked around the back of his neck, the other gripping his waist. His hold was so tight that Ji-Su couldn’t move, but that was fine because he wanted to be in this exact position—beneath Raul with his fangs in his throat.
As the bite went on, Raul rolled his hips, his stiff cock sliding over Ji-Su’s skin.
The pleasure venom in his system and feeling the proof of Raul’s desire for him had Ji-Su on the edge.
Loosening his grip on Raul’s hair, he slid his hands down to his lover’s back, digging his fingers into the hard muscles there.
“Oh... That feels so... It’s so...” Unable to form a complete sentence, Ji-Su gave up and trailed off into another moan.
He tingled all over—from his throat down to his cock and out to his fingertips and toes.
When Raul released the bite and licked the wounds closed, the warm shivery sensation didn’t stop.
It continued to course through his body until he felt drunk with pleasure.
Raul rested in the crook of Ji-Su’s neck for a moment before he lifted his head to look at him.
“Did that feel good?”
Ji-Su nodded before he asked a question of his own. “Do I taste good?”
“There isn’t a word to describe the way it feels to have your blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to living without it.”
Hearing that gave Ji-Su an immense sense of satisfaction. That’s all he’d wanted, to nourish this gentle giant vampire with his blood. “I’m glad,” he said aloud.
There was a smear of blood on Raul’s lip. Ji-Su reached up and touched the tip of his finger to it. He started to rub his fingers together to wipe it away, but Raul stopped him, catching his wrist in a firm hold.
“That’s mine.” Raul sucked Ji-Su’s finger into his mouth and licked the blood away. “Don’t want to waste a single drop,” he whispered after he’d released him.
“Greedy,” Ji-Su teased.
“For you? Absolutely.”
They shifted to lay on their sides facing each other again. Raul propped himself up on one elbow, the fingers of his other hand stroking over Ji-Su’s cheek, his shoulder, as if he had to keep touching him.
“We can stop now if you want,” Raul said as he traced his fingertips over Ji-Su’s hip.
Before Ji-Su answered, he looked down Raul’s body to his erection.
His cock was long, thick, and hard, a prominent vein running from the base all the way up to just beneath where the head glistened with pre-cum.
Ji-Su never imagined he would describe a cock as beautiful but Raul’s was.
All of him was beautiful. He looked like a bronzed deity stretched out on the satin draped bed, his gold nipple ring gleaming in the soft lights.
Ji-Su looked back up at Raul. “Is that what you want to do?” he asked. “Stop?”
“I think you know what I want.”
“Tell me.” He needed to hear Raul say it.
“I want to fuck you.” Raul let the backs of his knuckles brush Ji-Su’s cock. “If you’ll let me. Will you let me fuck you, carino?”