Page 65 of Villain

Nix shook his head, not sure how he’d handle having Yejun that close again. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on his breathing when he leaned over and planted his palms against the wooden surface of the stool.

“Arch your back slightly,” Yejun instructed next, either unaware of how Nix was now blushing or uncaring. “And adjust your stance so your legs are half an inch further apart. Just like that, there you go.”

“Is this necessary?” Nix asked the second he heard the sound of the other stool scraping as Yejun undoubtedly moved it closer and then settled back into it.

“Absolutely,” Yejun replied. He started to sketch, only speaking again once he noticed that Nix was shaking a little. “Are you cold?”

“No.” Was that a joke? He felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.

“Embarrassed?”

He didn’t bother dignifying that with a response.

“There’s no point in being self-conscious. I’ll have those thighs spread around my waist eventually. Oh,” Yejun chuckled, “did you like that? Your hole just fluttered.”

“It did not.” Had it? Shit. “Just keep drawing so we can finish this and I can go back to my room.”

“Eager to escape now that I’m starting to turn you on?”

“You are not.” Nix couldn’t be that easy…Could he? No. No, absolutely not.

“No?” Yejun set the sketchpad down and the sound of clothing ruffling had Nix’s spine stiffening. “So the thought of me unbuttoning my shirt doesn’t do anything for you?”

“No.” Nix listened intently to the sound of him doing just that, followed by the unmistakable hiss of a zipper being undone. He shifted on his feet, grimacing when he felt his balls draw up a second before his dick twitched.

Yejun tossed his pants across the room, making sure they landed in an area where Nix could see and laughed. “Look down, Firebird. Someone didn’t get the memo.”

He ground his teeth, not having to look to know what he was talking about. “Do not refer to my dick like a separate entity.”

“Is that your way of admitting you’re horny for me?”

“No!” Nix straightened and spun around, but anything else he’d been about to say died on his tongue as soon as he did.

Yejun had moved closer and was now standing less than a foot away. True to his word, he was naked, all that tanned and inked up skin on full display. A detailed snake coiled its way up his right arm, its head resting over his shoulder, tongue flicked out and aimed toward his burgundy nipple. On the other arm, a dragon made its way down the other direction. There were loose flower petals and vines with sharp thorns through both designs and over Yejun’s chest, a couple fully formed flowers blooming on the side of his neck.

Enthralled, Nix’s gaze inadvertently trailed lower, following the twist of one vine down his side. He’d mentioned that West was the one who liked to work out, but from the looks of things, Yejun had to as well. His abs were defined and he had that perfect v that acted like an arrow aimed straight at the prize.

Yejun’s cock was just as weirdly beautiful as the rest of him—which wasn’t something Nix thought he’d ever think in regards to genitalia, but here they were. It was long, longer than West’s had been by at least an inch, though not as wide. His head was flushed and rosy, his shaft straight and not too veiny. Even his balls hung in perfect proportion to the rest of him.

He looked like someone had sculpted him from golden marble.

“Wow.” It took Nix far too long to realize that single word had been uttered by him, and he froze all over again the second he did.

“Gee, Firebird,” Yejun laughed and then stepped onto the dais, putting himself chest to chest with Nix in one swift move. “Thanks.”

“I—” Nix was cut off by Yejun’s tongue before he could finish. It darted past his parted lips and stroked against his as if it had the right to invade him, the rest of Yejun’s mouth following quickly after.

Nix didn’t struggle to break free, instead he went still, his hands coming up to settle against the rise of Yejun’s hips as the Demon continued to coax him into submission with his skilled kisses, the hard press of his lip piercings forcing Nix to acknowledge this was real and not some twisted dream he was having.

The Demon tasted a bit sweet, almost as if he’d been eating candy recently, and his touch was gentle when his fingers combed through Nix’s hair and tilted his head for a better angle.

Yejun kissed him like making out was simply another art form he’d perfected, carefully, but with the right amount of pressure to keep things interesting. To keep the heat in Nix’s gut rising and the thoughts in his mind spinning.

“Can I touch you?” Yejun pulled away just far enough to breathe the question against Nix’s mouth.

“You’re already touching me.”

He chuckled and then reached around Nix to grab onto the stool. With one swift move, he tossed it off the daze, laughing a second time when that had Nix jumping.

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