11. Seojun

CHAPTER 11

SEOJUN

I 'm so stupid.

So stupid and yet too weak to stop it. Because this shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be succumbing to temptation. I shouldn't be succumbing to him. But every time I close my eyes, I see blood and dismembered bodies, and every time I touch him, those images are gone, replaced only by him, his kindness, his smile.

So yeah, I should be putting a stop to this, but I'm not. I'm a supervillain and supervillains take advantage of people for their benefit. That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm simply being selfish.

I pull him onto me and deepen the kiss, the connection we share, the fire flaring inside us both. I turn ragged and erratic with my breathing, touches, lips. I can't get enough of him. And every time his tongue twists and turns inside my mouth, I lose a little bit more of my mind.

He tastes fresh, like mint chocolate, my favorite kind, but also strong and manly, which I have no clue how that's even possible, but I know what I'm tasting just like I know what it does to me. More specifically, the effect it has on my cock.

How can someone feel horny and spent at the same time? I don't know, but that's what I feel wrapped up in him.

His kisses make my cock pulse as if it has a life of its own, and when he slides his hand to the small of my back and his fingers touch the skin underneath the hem of my top, my cock downright pokes him.

I would feel guilty for wearing my silk pajamas that are so unforgiving with morning glories, but since it's nighttime and I'm shameless, I can't find it in me to care.

Besides, it's not as if I can't feel his own lance jousting at my stomach like a medieval knight. I most certainly can, and it makes me growl with need. I feel surrounded by him. Captivated by him. Wrapped up in him. Trapped by his lips, his tongue, his hand, his cock. He's like my own man-made prison, and right now, escape is the last thing on my mind.

I move my hand off his neck and down his body, exploring more of his body, touching every muscle, love handle, and part of him I can get my hands on. His hard breaths turn to low rumbles that I swallow down to my core. The way he reacts to me, the effect I have on his virgin body, sends shivers all over my body, making me harder and raspier than ever.

We suckle on each other's escalating desire as if it's the oxygen we've been deprived of. As if it's sustenance and we're both hungry, starved men.

My stomach clenches as if I'm about to explode, but instead, I push myself off the mattress and mount him.

In this position, I can see the city lights reflected in his eyes, and along with them, the passion burning bright. His lips quiver as he gazes up at me and his chest rises slowly.

"Straight, my ass," I whisper and dive back down to his mouth.

With our bodies locked together like a puzzle, our cocks rub against one another. Jack's hands cup my ass cheeks, and I almost choke on my own saliva.

"I can't take this anymore," I whisper and free his lips in pursuit of something else, something bigger to fill my mouth.

I yank his top off and throw it to the floor, taking a moment to admire his hairy chest, the tattoos wrapped around his arms, shoulders, and neck. The gorgeous full breasts. The hard pink nipples with…

"Oh. I love a nipple piercing," I groan and dive right for one of them to suckle while using my hand to tease the other.

He strokes my face, my hair, my neck while I suck one nipple raw before I switch sides and subject the other to the same fate.

But there's only so much teasing a man can do when he needs his mouth filled and nutted, so I continue my journey down south, massaging his belly that's so soft and moldable under my hands, and my imagination goes wild with the image of Jack fucking me while I hold on to his love handles and stare adoringly into his thirsty eyes.

When I finally get to his hard cock, I press my face to his pants and use my lips to determine his size. And as he helps me take off his bottoms, I'm not so far off. Jack is a thicc boy, and he's got the cock to match.

"Wow!"

"You like?" Jack moans.

"I more than like," I growl.

"You should wait to see what it tastes like," he offers, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Wait? Darling, I don't wait. I feast."

He smirks.

"Be my guest."

"Okay, beast. If you insist."

I wrap my hand around his girth and introduce my mouth to his swollen, purple head. It's so happy to meet me, it even dribbles just for me. And Jack was absolutely right. He tastes heavenly.

My mouth stretches to its limit the more of him I try to swallow, but I've never backed away from a challenge, and I'm not giving up until I take him to the root.

So I twist and turn. I stroke him and spit on him, and what do you know, he fits so well down my throat that even Jack celebrates with a fist pump when I swallow all of him. And my reward is the best nut milk I've ever had.

"I bet it'll go great with my coffee," I say when I've climbed back up to him for a kiss, and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You're a dirty bastard, aren't you?"

I shrug.

"You call me dirty. I call me kinky."

"Hmm…" he groans, and I tease his lips with my tongue.

He doesn't hesitate to let me in, though, or to continue moaning in my mouth as if we're about to witness his second coming.

And just when I thought things couldn't get any better, he grabs me by the arms, throws me down on the mattress, and goes down on me like an experienced gay. He doesn't even hesitate when my cock dances in front of his face. He simply smiles and goes to town. I guess always being happy has its advantages. And I'm about to experience them in their entirety.

"That's it, Jack. Keep doing…that," I encourage him when he falls into a rhythm.

He obeys like a good lover boy.

"If you want to slide a finger up my ass, I wouldn't be opposed. Hell, I'm feeling generous. Make it two."

He doesn't object. He takes the lube off my hands and covers my asshole in it before pressing two fingers against my pucker and sliding them inside.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." I readjust my head on the pillow so I can have a better view of his virgin mouth sucking on his first cock, and I have to admit, he looks good down there.

"I know it's wishful thinking, but if you feel like nutting inside me?—"

"Let me guess. You wouldn't be opposed?" He lets go of my cock with a pop and looks up at me.

I shake my head.

"All righty then." He sits up, and my ass feels empty for a moment when his fingers slide out, but then something bigger, thicker, and hotter slides in, and I shut my mouth.

"Oh my God!" he groans as he buries himself deeper in me. Slowly.

I, on the other hand, don't say anything. Not that I could, anyway. Whatever words were in my brain were pushed out the minute he filled me with his man meat, and I can only watch him fuck me like a gentleman.

He's so fucking hot when he's inside me. He's so fucking hot when he grabs my thighs for support, and he's even fucking hotter when he's breathlessly grimacing and emptying his seed inside me. Which is why I come with barely a touch, and I can only sit back and enjoy the feeling of bliss overwhelming every inch of my body.

"That was—" he mumbles when he collapses on top of me.

I don't let him finish. I grab him by the back of the neck and kiss him. Is it bad I never want this moment to end? Is it terrible that I want to spend the rest of the night with him inside me, coming over and over again and kissing his gorgeous mouth?

So much for using him. More like I let him use me. Oh well, I can't even feel bad about that because it's way too good. I just…I can only hope this enchantment will soon end because one more night, one more hour, one more second with him like this, and I may do something silly, like fall in love with a good guy.

No, scratch that.

Fall in love with the best guy.

I can't fall in love with him. Most definitely, I can't. If there's one thing I'm certain of is that I can't let this happen.

But then he lies next to me, holding me in his arms as he falls to sleep, and I can't stop staring at him or breathing him in, and I think, maybe, I'm too late. Maybe I've already fallen.

Oh balls!

"Seojun! You did it again!" he shouts behind me, and I jump, clutching my heart and trying to breathe.

"You startled me!" I throw him a dishcloth, and as he catches it, I realize he's wearing his birthday suit. "Wh-what did I do?" I ask, although it's hard to concentrate on talking when I've got a naked bear in my kitchen.

"You left the room without me!" he says as if he's confused about how I don't know already. "Do you seriously not feel the pain?"

Oops.

"Sorry. I told you I'm groggy in the mornings."

He winces and looks me up and down. Unlike him, I'm not naked. I'm back in my pink silk pajamas, but I wish I wasn't.

Would he even want a round…seventy-three, or whatever we're on, in broad daylight? Because most "straight" boys turn back to pigs when the sun comes up, just like Cinderella's carriage turns into a pumpkin, only less palatable.

"You should see a doctor about that."

"Excuse me?" I blink with a grimace. "Are you calling me crazy?"

"No. Never said that. I just said if you're in that much pain in the mornings, you should see your physician."

"Supervillains don't have physicians," I tell him.

"Is that why their mortality rate is so high?"

"You're so funny," I snort.

"Thank you. I'm here all week." He takes a bow, and is it my fault that when he stands back up, I catch sight of his not-so-little Little Jack?

It doesn't take much more than that and a little lip-biting to remember exactly how not-so-little he felt inside me all night long.

"What are you doing up so early anyway? Don't tell me. You've got a supervillain Zoom meeting to attend."

I look up at him and blow raspberries.

"No. That's on Sunday mornings after service. I just thought I'd make you coffee in bed."

I step to the side and present him with the espresso machine behind me.

"You were?" He smiles.

"Of course." I turn around and get back to making his coffee.

As the espresso pours out of the nozzle and straight into the cup, I feel two hands wrap around me and a whole mountain of man presses against my back.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone's smitten," he whispers in my ear, and I bite my tongue.

That's my fault for telling him I was trying to be nice. I should have told him I was making coffee for me instead. Now, I have to be a subject of his mockery?—

Wait a minute.

That doesn't sound like mockery.

And it certainly doesn't feel like mockery rising between my legs.

"Me? Smitten?" I pretend I haven't noticed, but how could I not? Silk is a very thin fabric. I could count the veins on his length if I tried.

"Oh, sorry. Do supervillains not get smitten?"

I roll my eyes, and he turns me around, leaving no doubt of what I felt between my legs.

And not only is he hard in broad daylight, which literally never happens with all the other straight boys and some of the gay ones, too, but he's sliding down.

"What are you doing?" I ask, and my pants fall to the floor around my ankles.

"Thanking you. For the coffee." He looks up at me, puts his mouth around my soft but quickly hardening cock, and smiles.

"But…ungh…I haven't served it yet." I grab the kitchen counter behind me for dear life and take deep breaths.

Is this really happening, or am I dreaming again?

"But you will so…I'm thanking you in advance." And how can a guy argue with that?

So I stand there, weak in the knees, watching the straight Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes suck my supervillain cock like he's addicted.

Yup. Definitely a dream. Right?

"Good morning, Mr. Seomyeong! Or do you prefer Sinister Seomyeong? Or Mr. Sinister Seom—" Kevin, a.k.a. Paper Trail, walks into my kitchen and immediately freezes in place.

"Paper Trail!" I exclaim and pull my dick away from Jack's mouth, which should be illegal and only makes this worse because now Kevin can see my dick, whereas before, all he could see was a head in front of it.

"I'm…I'm so sorry," Kevin spins around and looks at the living room and the city beyond the windows. "I should have knocked."

Jack chuckles and stands while I pull my pants up.

"Don't worry about it. Are you okay?" he asks, leaning against the kitchen island as if nothing happened.

"Very well, thank you," Kevin answers and turns around to face us, but his eyes go large and his cheeks turn red.

"Jack! You're still naked. Do you want to give Kev here a heart attack?"

Jack glances at Kevin, then back at me, and scoffs.

"Why would being naked give him a heart attack? I'm sure he's seen naked bodies before."

I grimace.

"What are you? An exhibitionist?"

Jack shrugs. "Well, up until yesterday, I didn't think I was gay. Maybe I'm also an exhibitionist."

I shake my head, grab the cup from the espresso machine, and shove it in Jack's hands.

"That's not how it works. Now go and put something on."

He laughs.

"That's not what you asked me to do last night."

I slap his chest, and the contact alone makes the images and sensations of last night come to the forefront of my mind, and for a second, I forget what breathing is and how to do it.

"Get!" I say when I've remembered and push him toward the bedroom, though I can't resist slapping his ass as he walks away. "Sorry about th—" I turn to Kevin when Jack comes back, grabs me by the waist, spins me around, and plants a kiss on my lips.

Then he goes around the corner to the bathroom and retrieves a bath robe and what do you know? Neither of us are in pain. Is the distance we're allowed to go from each other increasing or something?

I stand there watching him put the robe on as if nothing's happened. Naturally, his signature smile makes an appearance and it makes something in my chest flutter.

Okay, I guess Jack is not like all the other boys I've met before. He doesn't cower away as soon as the sex is done and they've gotten what they wanted. I guess he goes even harder instead. Jeez. Did I awaken a sex beast last night?

And why does the thought alone send me into a frenzy of indescribable horniness?

Kevin coughs. I blink and face my sidekick.

"Sorry about that, Kevin," I tell him.

He puts his hands up as if to say what can you do and sits on one of the stools.

"How did you get in anyway?"

He taps his head and smiles.

"I have my ways."

I frown.

"Right. Don't do that. You work for me, remember? And I don't appreciate people sneaking into my house."

I recognize how ironic it is that I'm telling him off for something I do regularly, but hey, supervillains are nothing if not contradictory.

"I apologize, sir. Mister? What do I call you?"

He seems genuinely baffled by that question and I guess it is time I set some rules in this partnership. It would also help to tell him how much I'll pay him for his work.

"That's very generous, Sinister," he exclaims after I've laid down the law.

"Is it?" And here I thought a hundred thousand was a poor monthly salary. "How much did The Phantom pay you?"

Kevin dismisses the question with a chuckle.

"You don't have to worry about him. He's out there doing his own thing."

I study Kevin for a minute. Has The Phantom come back for him? Is he lying to me?

"Fine. One-fifty, but that's as high as I can go," I tell him. I won't have no supervillain steal my sidekick from me. Not when I've found the perfect guy.

"Oh." Kevin nods and stares at the fruit bowl on the kitchen island for what feels like three hours.

Weird.

As if he's too scared to look me in the eyes. I mean, I know I'm a formidable villain, but he's my sidekick. All I need is for him to respect me and do as he's told.

"What would you like me to start with, Sinister? Any feds you need to shake? Taxes to evade? Loans you'd like forgiven?"

"Those all sound great, but I've got a far more pressing issue," I start.

My family first. Then crime. Right!

"Um…we got a problem." Jack, enters the room behind me, wearing my pink robe—which is way too small for him—staring at his hands before he looks up at me.

"What?" I grab him by the wrist and push the sleeve up to find my signature.

The last thing I need right now is for it to be gone. I'm not ready to find out how much of what's happened between us would continue if he's no longer under my thrall, starting with calling the cops on me.

But no. My signature is still there, brighter than any of his older tattoos.

"What?" I ask him.

"Bob has told the entire office about the party."

"What party?" But before he can answer, I remember.

The engagement party.

"Crap."

"We need to do something," he says.

I nod.

I had hoped I'd be done with Jack and the signature before dealing with the consequences of my lying, but what if this thing lasts longer than expected?

"Kevin." I turn to my sidekick and purse my lips. "How are you at planning engagement parties?"