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Chapter 63: Do it for me. Marking
by GideonSuddenly, Zion pulled his lips from Jubin’s neck and asked, “Why are you letting me do this?”
We’re not in love, we’re just… fond of each other, his eyes seemed to say.
“Because I want to show you,” Jubin replied.
Zion looked puzzled, as if he couldn’t follow the thread of the conversation. “Show me what?”
“How much I like you.”
“…”
Jubin smiled, deliberately stroking Zion’s soft hair. “I’ve been practicing a lot, just for you.”
Zion’s large, hot hand slid urgently under Jubin’s shirt.
“Sunbae, are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose?”
His voice was an octave lower than usual, but he couldn’t hide the tremor of suppressed excitement.
Jubin took a short breath and slowly surrendered to the touch.
Zion leaned in for another slow, deep kiss. Jubin felt a strange, hard pressure against his thigh where they touched.
Enough with the kissing. Let’s get to the point… Jubin thought, meeting Zion’s gaze.
“…Should I just take off my pants?” he asked.
As if he’d been waiting for the words, Zion reached out and unbuckled Jubin’s belt.
Every move Zion made seemed to fill the passenger seat to bursting. Jubin gave up and just lifted his hips slightly, surrendering his body to the other man.
As his pants pooled on the floor, Jubin hastily protested. “Put them underneath. Don’t ruin the expensive seats.”
“It’s fine. I like your scent, sunbae.”
My scent…?
The word sunbae—usually so formal—sounded obscene in this context, and Jubin’s mind went completely blank.
“…What scent?”
“Your pre-cum and your slick, sunbae.”
Holy shit.
Jubin felt as if his brain were being slowly drenched in ice water.
“You… your tastes are…”
“Move up a little.”
“Why? What are you—”
Jubin never raised his voice, even when flustered. But when Zion suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist and hoisted him upward, Jubin’s voice came out louder than usual.
“Spread your legs.”
The gaze Zion fixed on him from above was so intensely embarrassing that Jubin averted his eyes, slowly parting his legs.
“Why are you so shy? It’s not like this is our first time.”
Zion’s long, thick fingers slid inside Jubin’s body.
“…Ngh…”
Jubin swallowed the moan that escaped his lips at the sudden sensation of fullness, pressing it down deep in his throat. Zion’s fingers were long enough to completely wrap around Jubin’s own interlaced hands.
His long fingers pressed too hard against his most sensitive spot.
It felt like he knew exactly where to press for maximum pleasure. Jubin frowned, struggling to contain the strange, overwhelming sensation.
“Remember? You’re the one who taught me this, Sunbae. This is how you do it.”
Hah… A moan threatened to escape. Jubin hastily bit his lip, tensing his throat to keep the sound in.
“Ah, you probably don’t remember. Well, well…”
His voice was teasingly playful as he slid another finger deep inside.
“No, I… I remember…”
Normally, with this much slick, taking two fingers would be effortless. But this was Do Zion, and the space was far too cramped for two grown men to move freely.
He playfully probed his prostate, pressing firmly. Jubin swallowed his moans, fighting to keep his mind from scattering.
“Are you sure you don’t just remember my touch?”
Jubin began to melt wherever Zion touched him.
“Ah…”
The pleasure was so intense it was dizzying, and the moans he’d been holding back began to leak from his throat.
“It’s softening up here… just like your lips, sunbae.”
Wanting to take in Zion’s careful touch even deeper, Jubin spread his thighs wider.
“Yes… slowly…”
“I know. I know you go crazy when I touch you slowly right here.”
Zion’s movements were incredibly skilled. He pressed down with a persistent, soothing pressure, then rubbed and teased, perfectly balancing the force.
The pleasure built up in waves, making Jubin feel as if he were floating on a cloud.
The slick interior, thoroughly lubricated, squelched against Zion’s fingers, making wet, needy sounds.
Sensing that they were moments away from penetration, Jubin spoke up, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Hey, Zion…”
He answered with a glance, his fingers boldly stirring deep inside.
“Hngh.”
Jubin caught his breath, trying to hide his tension as he continued. “Are you… going to go all the way?”
“If you want me to, sunbae.”
The hand that had been filling him withdrew, leaving a lingering void.
“…Are you sure you’re okay with me marking you?”
“Eat me out as much as you want,” Zion joked with a short laugh.
“Eat you out? How could you say something like—”
It was ironic. He was always the one being devoured, yet here Zion was, saying something so forward.
Zion rested his wet fingers by Jubin’s head and slowly pressed his face into the crook of Jubin’s neck.
“You go first.”
Jubin sank his teeth into the skin near Zion’s shoulder, biting down hard before pulling away. This spot should be fine, he thought. He wanted to leave the mark somewhere as hidden as possible.
“It’s going to hurt a lot.”
“It’s okay.”
“So, since you gave permission, this isn’t forced?”
“I get it, so just do it.”
Everyone has a chip implanted these days, so even if he marks me, I won’t be completely bound to him, I thought. Yet, I couldn’t shake the strange mix of anticipation and dread. Jubin bit down hard on the reddened skin.
My muscles tensed as I braced against the sudden pain.
He didn’t just bite; he ground his teeth into the flesh, as if a simple bite wouldn’t be enough to keep his jaw from locking. The metallic tang of blood seeped from the wound and coated the tip of my tongue.
Jubin let his pheromones seep slowly into the bleeding gash.
“…Hah.”
He let out a low, aroused breath.
As the other man’s pheromones flooded in, I began to feel a primal, instinctive arousal. This should be enough, he thought, slowly pulling his lips away.
The marks of Jubin’s bites were vivid. Perhaps because of the marking, the faint scent of wet winter daphne wafted from his body.
“Your pheromones feel stronger.”
Slowly lifting his upper body, he met my eyes. His gaze was thick with lust, and his breathing was ragged, as if he were on the verge of climax.
“Wow, this feeling… Is this why people mark?”
What kind of feeling could it be to make him look at me with such a dazed, intoxicated focus? Zion’s gaze slipped slightly as he watched me.
“Should I do it for you too, Senior?”
It feels so good, he seemed to say, tilting his head back in a way that was utterly erotic.
Staring up at him from below, I felt my cock throb… and harden.
“Are you worried? That you’ll never be able to touch anyone else for the rest of your life?”
He spoke lightly, as if joking, but his eyes were so earnest that my heart skipped a beat.
Spending the rest of my life having sex with Do Zion wouldn’t be so bad, I thought.
As long as I don’t fall too deep, Jubin thought, drawing another line in the sand.
“Do you want me to do it?”
“If you want me to, sunbae.”
He just went through a pseudo-heat, so a little marking shouldn’t hurt, right?
Jubin smiled slowly, his fingertips tracing Zion’s cheek. “Go ahead. You can do it too.”
Spreading his legs a little wider, Jubin stood firmly, rubbing his pre-cum-slicked length against Zion’s hardness.
He’d always noticed that Zion was particularly weak to this kind of subtle seduction. If I push him a little more, he’ll be completely flustered. A mischievous urge surged within him, making him want to tease Zion even more.
“Do it. Mark me.”
Click. Zion unbuckled his belt in one fluid motion and slid the zipper down.
“Don’t regret this.”
As if he’d been waiting for this exact moment, Zion sank his teeth deep into Jubin’s flesh, sucking hard before pulling away.
“Ngh—”
He’s coming at me with such intent, it’s terrifying…
“Z-Zion. Not my neck! Gently!”
As Jubin’s voice rose in panic, Zion’s fingers suddenly invaded his lower half.
“You’re not going to die.”
“Ah…”
His words and actions don’t match at all!
Three fingers—or so it seemed—had pushed inside without permission.
“Just… a little… slower…”
“Stop being such a baby.”
As Zion’s fingers worked inside him, Jubin wondered if he’d been starving for someone’s touch. The friction created a wet, squelching sound, more than just slick—it was a distinct, splashing noise.
The sound was so erotic, so unmistakably coming from inside his own body, that a shudder ran through him.
“Hah… you hear that?”
Jubin shook his flushed head, trying to deny it. He didn’t want to show his shameful state, but there was nowhere to run.
“I think it sounds good. Like you’re begging me to put it in.”
“Begging? What the fuck are you—!”
As if to make him listen, he repeatedly stimulated Jubin’s prostate with greater force.
“…Hah.”
A moan escaped as Jubin couldn’t hold back his breath. Perhaps because Yeon was so aroused from the marking, he was relentlessly attacking, and Jubin was heating up just as fast.
As he felt the pleasure from behind, pre-cum flowed endlessly, as if it were his first time.
The sensation of his crevice growing wet was utterly unfamiliar.
Afraid of staining the expensive sheets, Jubin curled his body as much as possible and clung to Zion.
“Sunbae, you like this too, don’t you?”
Oblivious to the man’s desperation, Zion’s voice was languid as he repeatedly stimulated the swollen spot with his fingers.
“Ah…!”
Pleasure shot up Jubin’s spine, and he groaned, twisting his hips.
“Hah… yes… I like it…”
“I knew you would.”
Zion let out a satisfied smile.
Even though this was just the foreplay, Jubin’s entire body had gone limp.
“Sunbae, I think you’re completely relaxed now.”
Even Jubin thought there was no need to loosen up any further.
Zion withdrew his finger and, with natural ease, sucked the fluid from his fingertip.
“Hey, you…!”
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