Magic on the Dead Chapter 92

No, this can’t happen.

Hajin felt awkward and embarrassed by his own behavior, acting like an untouched virgin. However, his opponent’s aggressive sexual appeal, which was impossible to fathom, was enough to put the brakes on his primal instincts.

He couldn’t just throw himself into a deep sea of unknown dangers simply to cool his heated body. If he were to sleep with Eden, it was clear that their relationship would unfold in a completely different way than it had until now.

He quickly collected his breath before being swept away by the waves of instinct and asked.

“Mr. Jung Taegeon, what is it, ugh, that you want to confirm with this?!”

Eden, who momentarily smiled, folding the corners of his eyes, answered softly as if whispering a secret.

“The reason I’m drawn to Do Hajin.”

Was it because he had heard an unexpected answer? For a moment, it felt like a tingling electricity was running through him from head to toe. For a while, his entire body was stiffly frozen, as if he had been exposed to a high-voltage current.

Eden took advantage of Hajin’s unguarded moment to pull off his underwear, which was awkwardly hanging around his pelvis. Twang. His sprung penis was thoroughly wet with the hot warmth of his groin and the slick precum dripping from its head.

Eden leisurely grabbed the calves of the belatedly struggling Hajin and pulled off the boxer briefs that were caught around his ankles.

“Ugh…!”

“I have to check whether it’s simple lust or affection. I’m sure it’s the same for you.”

It was, surprisingly, a clear-purposed answer. Unlike Hajin, who was passive about physical contact because he couldn’t grasp the direction of his heart, Eden’s stance was that in such situations, they should press their bodies together to find out.

To think they could have such different ways of thinking even when placed in the same situation… Hajin was dumbfounded, newly realizing that he and Eden were complete strangers standing at opposite poles.

“And most of all.”

“Ugh?”

Slide. Hajin, his waist grabbed, was slid and laid down on the bed.

“We don’t have much time to spare to confirm our feelings step by step.”

Eden, who had also tossed aside his pants and underwear like Hajin at some point, pressed their hot groins together. Once even the thin layer of cotton that had covered their private parts was gone, a sexual high incomparable to before enveloped the two of them.

Amidst it all, Hajin’s heart sank at the phrase ‘time to spare’ that he had uttered last. Thump. Did it signify a separation that would come one day? Or did it mean the finiteness of life? If not, it could have simply meant that now was the only time they could comfortably press their bodies together.

As if he had read his chaotic inner thoughts, Eden let out the words like a sigh.

“Whatever it is, the present is what’s important to me, and right now, I’m going to focus on you, Mr. Do Hajin. It’s not too late to think about what comes next, later.”

The finite time we have left and the present we are given. Faced with these realistic conditions, Hajin’s mind eventually went completely blank. He felt like a person who had been strolling on a beach thick with sea fog and had unknowingly dipped his feet into the ocean, standing frozen in place, unable to find a direction to move forward.

“So you, Mr. Do Hajin, should focus on me too.”

Eden propped his elbow next to Hajin’s head and lowered his face. Contrary to his expectation of a rough penetration, a light kiss followed. Mwah… At the ticklish sensation, Hajin swallowed a short moan.

He couldn’t understand why his heart fluttered more at a childish, playful peck like this than at the beastly kisses that had suffocated him.

Their eyes met up close. The moment his gaze touched the sincere black eyes, a strange sense of comfort and stability dug into Hajin’s chest. It was a completely random feeling to have while his whole body was sweating with dizzying tension.

Noticing his thoughtful gaze, Eden playfully scraped Hajin’s philtrum with his stubble, which had grown in dark from not having shaved for a few days. Ugh. As Hajin scrunched his nose, Eden’s dimples appeared softly.

“Maybe it’s because you don’t have a beard, Mr. Do Hajin, but sometimes you really feel like a child.”

Hajin paused for a moment, then opened his mouth, feigning nonchalance.

“I’m old enough.”

But his voice, thick with nervousness, cracked, causing the final syllable to rise. While he was secretly berating himself for a reply that even he thought was not at all mature, Eden sat up on his knees and took off his shirt. His firm, stallion-like deltoids and the bulging veins on his abs were stylishly revealed.

Hajin stared at his sculpted muscles as if mesmerized, then belatedly turned his gaze to the empty air.

“That’s a relief. That you’re old enough to know everything.”

Eden, after a short laugh, gestured toward Hajin’s chest with his chin.

“Take it off.”

At that single phrase, his heart began to pound as if it would burst. Hajin bit his swollen lip and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He hesitated for a moment, then with a “what the hell” thought, he threw it off. As if he had been waiting, the man pressed his body against Hajin’s again.

Eden lowered his head and took a pink nipple into his mouth.

“Hahk…!”

At the primal and unfamiliar sensation, Hajin tightly gripped the thin summer blanket and barely managed to hold back a moan. A thick tongue made a wet path with saliva, sweeping widely over the areola before making it stand up to a sharp point. Following that movement, the nipple, which had softly curled inward, was pressed down.

When he quickly lowered his gaze, the top of his head and the bridge of his nose, disgracefully mashing his tongue over his chest, filled his vision.

‘Crazy….’

His breath quickened at the lewd sight that was hard to believe even as he saw it. Like a kitten finding its mother’s teat, Eden repeatedly gnawed on the nipple with his teeth and sucked on it with his lips. Smooch. With just those few stimulations, the nipple swelled up tight and stood erect.

Eden’s mouth, noticing the change, relaxed into a gentle curve. Soon, Hajin’s chest was seized in both hands.

“Ugh…?! Wait…!”

He had grabbed someone else’s chest before, but he had never offered his own to anyone. Hajin felt this moment, with his chest being used for foreplay, to be intensely unreal.

The hand gripping the blanket trembled under the onslaught of stimulation. Eden would squeeze his chest hard enough to leave handprints, then release his grip and lewdly shake the plump pectoral muscles.

“I’ve felt this for a while, but it seems your chest muscles are natural, Mr. Do Hajin. If I keep touching them, it feels like milk might come out.”

“Ughh… Ah!”

The savage and explicit caresses continued. He then pressed both breasts tightly together in the middle. A long vertical line was carved into Hajin’s cleavage. A wet tongue passed over it.

At the chilling sensation that gave him goosebumps, Hajin, who had been panting in a daze the whole time, pushed at Eden’s shoulders as if to stop him. Come to think of it, he had been forgetting the most important thing. No matter how inexperienced he was with same-sex intercourse, there was no way he didn’t know the methods of being with a man.

“Mr. Jung Taegeon, Jung Taegeon… Ugh!”

Eden replied perfunctorily while taking a satisfactorily colored nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm.”

“How far are we going? Huh?”

Even in his urgency, Hajin’s mind became complicated with the practical question of who would take the dominant position first.

Eden, hiding a fiery desire for conquest behind his eyes, lifted his head and looked at Hajin. He asked in return.

“Mr. Do Hajin, is this really your first time with a man?”

Hajin swallowed his saliva needlessly at the sudden question before nodding his head. Eden, a dimple blooming on his right cheek as if he was pleased with the answer, gestured to his chest and penis with his chin.

“What about someone sucking you here.”

“That has never….”

Happened.

Thinking back on his past relationships, the act of sex had been merely an act to declare they were a couple. He had never expected someone to suck his penis as a matter of course, nor had he ever experienced passionately caressing someone’s body.

To be precise, he had never even thought of finding fun and excitement in sex.

In that sense, this moment of surrendering to a man’s seduction and thrusting his hips could be considered one of the greatest deviations in Hajin’s life.

‘Come to think of it, was my body capable of being with a man all along? Or is this only possible because it’s Jung Taegeon?’

While he was lost in thought, his inner thigh was suddenly grabbed. The moment his legs were spread wide like a frog’s, Hajin quickly snatched Eden’s wrist. But before he could even stop the hand that was pressing down on his legs, a lewd, vulgar remark pierced his ear.

“Looking at your cock alone, Mr. Do Hajin, you’re perfectly built to be mistaken for a slut.”

“A sl— what?”

His eyelids trembled as he asked back, as if in disbelief.

“Here. You don’t have much hair, and the head is darker than the rest.”

It was an insult that would have normally made him flare up, but for some reason, his erect cock, ignorant of shame, was busy twitching toward the sky. The entire time Eden handled his body as if kneading dough, Hajin was in a daze, like a new groom on his wedding night.

Eden pressed his thumb into Hajin’s urethral opening as if trying to dig into it and smiled wickedly.

“It seems you quite like being treated roughly. I think our tastes in bed match quite well, Mr. Do Hajin.”

…What have we done for them to match? Hajin couldn’t keep up with his speed, which was running wild like a racehorse.

“You said you have no experience with men, right? Today, you can just follow my lead.”

Eden gave him a short peck on the brow, then immediately slid his lips down and thrust his tongue into Hajin’s ear canal. He pushed the tip of his tongue in as if penetrating, causing the hand gripping his firm bicep to tighten its hold.