The Mafia Devil's Possession novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Say It

Si-on's wrists are chained behind him, Seo-jin takes his mouth, and the Devil falls asleep for the first time in years with the key within reach.

Si-on was already on the bed when the door opened at ten.

He had been sitting there since eight, in his school trousers and nothing else.

The collar was buckled on, because taking it off would have been a kind of begging.

The lamp threw his shadow up the wall.

Seo-jin stood in the doorway in his black suit and looked at him.

"You waited," he said.

"I had homework." Si-on kept his voice level. "I'm going to bite you if you don't tie my hands."

Seo-jin's eyes went very still.

"Say that again."

"You heard me. Last night you made me come with your hand, and you didn't take your clothes off."

He lifted his chin.

"Tonight I want to see what you've got."

"You want," Seo-jin said.

"Yes."

"The Devil's boy wants to see." Seo-jin shut the door and turned the lock. "Hands behind you."

Si-on swung his legs onto the sheet and knelt in the middle of the bed with his back to the room.

He crossed his wrists at the base of his spine.

The cuffs closed on them, left and then right, with a click that went down his back to his balls.

The chain ran from the cuffs up to the collar and pulled his head back.

His throat stood up pale and bare.

"Too tight?" Seo-jin said.

"You keep asking that."

"I like the answer," Seo-jin said.

"No."

Behind him, the sound of a belt.

A zip, slow and deliberate.

Si-on turned his head as far as the chain let him.

Seo-jin walked around the foot of the bed and stood in front of him.

His shirt was open to the waist, and below it he was hard.

He was long and heavy and flushed at the head, a cock to match the rest of him.

Si-on's mouth went wet.

"Look at you," Seo-jin said quietly. "You hate me and you're drooling."

"It's called being eighteen."

"It is called wanting."

He put two fingers under Si-on's jaw and tipped his face up.

The thumb found the healing split in his lip and pressed.

Si-on's tongue came out before he could stop it and touched the pad of it.

The grey eyes narrowed.

"Open," Seo-jin said.

Si-on opened.

The head of Seo-jin's cock settled on his tongue, warm and salt, and Si-on's whole body went tight with the want of it.

He closed his lips and sucked.

Seo-jin made a sound, low and rough, the first sound Si-on had ever heard from him that was not an order.

"Again."

Si-on took more.

He took it slowly, because he had never done this, and he hated that he wanted to be good at it.

His tongue pressed up against the thick vein underneath.

The weight of it filled his mouth, and the stretch pulled at the corners of his lips.

A hand slid into his hair and closed.

"Breathe through your nose."

"I know how to..."

Seo-jin pushed in, and the rest of the sentence went wherever words go.

He went deep, to the back of Si-on's throat, and held there.

Si-on's eyes watered and his throat clenched, and he could not move his hands.

He could only kneel there on the bed in the chain with the Devil's cock in his throat and the collar biting his neck.

His own cock was so hard it hurt, bobbing against the sheet, leaking onto his thigh.

Seo-jin pulled out, and Si-on gasped a long wet breath.

"Again?"

"Fuck you," Si-on said.

"Is that yes?"

"It's..." Si-on swallowed. "Do it again."

The second time Seo-jin fucked his mouth properly.

He held Si-on's head in both hands and drove in with short hard thrusts, and the sound of it filled the room, wet and obscene.

Spit ran down Si-on's chin and onto his chest.

His jaw ached.

The chain clanked with every thrust where it was pulled taut between collar and cuffs.

And Seo-jin watched him.

Through all of it the grey eyes stayed on Si-on's face, steady and fixed.

Every flicker of it seemed to be something he was learning by heart.

Si-on bit down.

He felt his own teeth scrape the soft skin, and he felt the whole body in front of him lock.

For one second he thought he had made a mistake.

Seo-jin didn't pull back.

He didn't hit him either.

He only held still, with his cock in Si-on's mouth and his hand knotted in Si-on's hair.

His voice came from somewhere above, quiet and hoarse.

"Is that all you have?"

Si-on let go.

He loosened his jaw, slid his tongue along the underside, and sucked until his cheeks hollowed.

It was the answer, and they both knew it.

"There," Seo-jin said. "Good."

The word went through Si-on like a wire.

He had been called a lot of things in his eighteen years.

No one had ever said good in a voice that made his cock jump against the sheet.

He moaned around the length in his mouth.

Seo-jin's thighs flexed.

He fucked in deeper, faster, with a rhythm that grew ragged, and Si-on took it and took it and wanted more.

"Say it," Seo-jin said, breaking.

Si-on couldn't talk.

He looked up with his eyes full of tears and spit on his chin, and he hummed, and the vibration ran down the whole shaft.

"Say who you belong to."

Si-on pulled back, just enough to speak, with his lips swollen and wet.

"Devil," he panted. "Fucking Devil."

"Wrong."

"Go to hell."

"Wrong." Seo-jin's grip tightened. "Again."

"I'm not saying it."

"Then I'll come in your mouth, and you'll swallow, and you'll say it tomorrow."

Si-on took him back in, as deep as he could go, and the Devil's whole body shook.

Seo-jin came with a low sound he swallowed behind his teeth.

It filled Si-on's mouth in hot pulses, thick and bitter.

He swallowed every drop, because the alternative was to let it run, and he wouldn't give him that either.

When it was over, Seo-jin pulled out and stood there breathing.

His hand was still in Si-on's hair, and it was not entirely steady.

He undid the cuffs.

Si-on fell forward onto his forearms with his shoulders screaming and his cock hanging heavy and unused between his legs.

"Roll over," Seo-jin said.

Si-on rolled onto his front.

A palm slid down his spine and stopped between his shoulder blades.

The Devil's thumb moved on the skin under his left shoulder blade, slowly, over a small round mole there.

It lingered.

It went around the mole once, twice, as if measuring it.

"What?" Si-on said into the pillow.

"Nothing."

"You're touching my back like it's a map," Si-on said.

"Be quiet."

Then the hand moved lower, and curled around Si-on's hip, and pulled him onto his side.

Seo-jin lay down behind him with his shirt still on and his belt still open.

A fist closed around Si-on's cock from behind, and a mouth settled against the back of his neck.

"Come for me," Seo-jin said into his skin.

It took less than a minute.

Si-on came with a hoarse cry, bucking into the Devil's fist, and white heat poured out over the grey sheet and the silver chain.

He lay there afterwards, ruined.

He had meant to hate every second of it.

Behind him the arm across his waist went heavy.

The breathing against his neck slowed and lengthened.

Si-on waited.

He counted to a hundred, because he was a fighter and he knew what a feint was, and the breathing did not change.

The Devil was asleep.

Si-on turned his head on the pillow, carefully.

On the nightstand beside the lamp, next to the silver knife and a half-peeled orange, lay the small brass key to the door.

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