The Saint Wants to Rest - vanish into fiction

Thanks to the Divine Power that flowed in explosively every time he provided stimulation, the grotesque, protruding black veins on Vermouth’s body subsided like a lie, regaining their fair complexion. It was proof that the purification was being carried out perfectly.

However, Vermouth’s reason had completely vanished, intoxicated by the pleasure of the purification.

“Give it to me. Give more of yourself to me.”

The hand that had been fumbling along the thigh dug into the underwear. Soon, he gripped the semi-erect member and rubbed it somewhat roughly. It hurt because his palms were calloused, but that did not mean it failed to provide pleasure.

Vermouth began to rub Ian’s protruding member together with his own. At the familiar sensation rushing over him, Ian’s toes curled up despite himself.

“Hiit. Ugh, nngh. Gently, more gently.”

Vermouth’s large hand abruptly shoved its way inside the loose t-shirt. As the hot, rough palm swept up Ian’s bare waist, Ian’s back arched like a bow and he trembled violently.

He had refused any foreplay on his upper body, yet the beast’s instinct was spiraling out of control.

“I cannot. Still, there are still dregs of filthy poison remaining deep inside. I need more of you, Ian.”

“Stop lying, aaat! Ha-ahng!”

As Vermouth’s fingers, which had settled inside the t-shirt, teased and flicked the sensitive nipple, a sweet moan that could not be suppressed burst from Ian’s mouth.

Stimulated by that sound, the look in Vermouth’s eyes sank even more dangerously. He pulled Ian’s waist tight against him, rubbing their lower bodies together without a single gap. Vermouth’s center, already swollen hard, was being rubbed provocatively against Ian’s thigh.

“Vermouth! You really!”

“I will gladly accept any punishment you give. But for now, please let me hold you just a little longer.”

Vermouth gently smoothed over Ian’s resistance and once again swallowed his lips deeply.

The saliva of the two men stretched like silver threads, and their body temperatures mixed as if reaching a boiling point. The golden Divine Power that had filled the room finally burned away even the last handful of demonic energy remaining inside Vermouth’s body perfectly.

“Haah, haah….”

How much time had passed?

Even after the purification was completely finished, Vermouth did not let go of Ian’s lips for a long time. It was only after Ian, whose breath had reached the tip of his throat, panted and struck his shoulders repeatedly that their lips finally parted.

“Haah. You crazy bastard. I told you not to touch the top….”

Ian panted heavily, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

His t-shirt was rolled up to his chest, and his exposed neck and collarbones were messily covered in red hickeys. It was a sight that made it obvious to anyone that Vermouth had satisfied his personal desires under the pretext of purification.

However, Vermouth swept back his sweat-soaked bangs and wore the most refreshed and satisfied smile in the world.

The demonic poison that had fettered his body had vanished without a trace, and he had recovered to his peak condition. He tenderly stroked the disheveled bangs of Ian, who was collapsed on the bed and panting.

“You are my salvation, Ian.”

Vermouth leaned in and whispered lowly against Ian’s ear.

“If you only permit it, whether it be the guild master of Empire or those damn demonic bastards, I will tear them all apart with my own hands and offer them at your feet.”

“Stop saying such gruesome things, please.”

Ian pushed against Vermouth’s chest, letting out a hollow laugh as if he found it absurd.

Though he spoke bluntly, Ian’s reddened cheeks and ears showed no sign of cooling down. It was difficult to tell if it was because of the lingering aftereffects of the purification or because of the blind heat that had been entwining him as if to swallow him whole until just a moment ago.

“I get it, so go wash up quickly. You smell like sweat.”

“Would you like to wash together? You look exhausted.”

“Do you really want to die? I’ll give you one second, so bolt to the bathroom.”

Ian picked up a pillow rolling around nearby and threw it hard at Vermouth’s face.

Vermouth did not care at all despite the outpouring of abuse; he simply caught the pillow lightly with a happy smile. At least here on this bed, neither the noisy Choi Jae-heon nor that insect-like guy who flew in from America existed. It was a perfect world where only he and the Saint remained.

***

Once the poisonous energy was completely removed, his arm grew back quickly as well. If the guy clung to him like that when he only had one arm, what would he do once he had two? That thought crossed Ian’s mind, but he couldn’t just leave him like that.

“But seriously, how did you do all that with just one arm?”

Ian turned red as he recalled the time he spent with Vermouth.