Murderous Lewellyn's Candlelit Dinner

Shavonne closed his eyes. Their tongues were entangled as Lewellyn roamed his mouth. Shavonne thought it had been a wise choice to close his eyes. When he couldn’t see anything, his whole world became just Lewellyn. The tongue in Shavonne’s mouth belonged to Lewellyn. The body that Shavonne hugged belonged to Lewellyn.

The throbbing sound filled Shavonne’s ears. He was out of breath. A breath of excitement poured into each other’s skin. Shavonne was a vulnerable type to pleasure. My body was burning out of control. The heat supported the neck and ears to turn red. Shavonne wrapped his arm around Lewellyn’s neck.

Every love story had an end. Whether it was because of an arbitrary breakup or another situation, there was still an end anyway. Shavonne wanted to postpone his end with Lewellyn as much as possible. The type of love that burned fast extinguished quickly.

They had to date slowly. That’s why Shavonne delayed holding hands, hugging, kissing, and sex with the rest of his lovers for a day at the earliest, or a month at the latest.

That’s what he did.

It was a mistake to overlook the fact that Shavonne himself was vulnerable for pleasure. The plan has busted. Shavonne thought that as he had both arms wrapped around Lewellyn’s neck. That was the last thought Shavonne could do in his right mind.

Kissing. The sticky kiss felt as if it were penetrating not only his mouth but also his head. Lewellyn’s hand, touching Shavonne’s neck, touching his earlobe, grasping Shavonne’s back, was fumbling with Shavonne’s shirt. Lewellyn’s fingers were over the fabric of Shavonne’s shirt. It felt hot but cold. Cold but hot. Wherever Lewellyn’s fingertips were reached, the skin under his shirt turned red.

Soon, Lewellyn’s hand found a button on Shavonne’s shirt. Lewellyn slowly separated his lips. The tongue that stirred Shavonne’s mouth freely also disappeared. As if to represent Shavonne’s heart, the saliva from mouth to mouth stretched helplessly. Shavonne couldn’t even breathe properly. At that moment, he stopped breathing.

Shavonne was used to it. Shavonne thought he was. No matter how good a face was, it was natural that your feelings became less powerful every day. But this was a first time for Shavonne. Lewellyn’s face, in a mess right after the kiss, had a faint smile while he grasped for breath.

Shavonne’s heart beat violently. The thumping sound of his heart was loud enough to be heard by Lewellyn, who was right in front of him. Shavonne had to admit that he was very handsome.

“…off?”

Lewellyn said something, but Shavonne didn’t get it. In this situation, Shavonne’s head was too hazy with pleasure to interpret each word.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I… did. Maybe.”

“So you didn’t.”

Lewellyn smiled brightly. In front of Lewellyn, Shavonne’s big or small self-defense lies were always useless. Lewellyn moved his head without hesitation and brought his lips into Shavonne’s ear. His breath tickled Shavonne’s ears, making him get goose bumps that then disappeared.

Lewellyn whispered low to his ear. Every time he spoke, Lewellyn’s voice sounded sweet. Sweet was only used for taste and smell, and Shavonne didn’t think it could be used for sound, but it could. A sound could be sweet. Lewellyn’s voice was sweet. Too much, like a dessert that had sugar all over.

“Can I take this off?”

“… You’re not supposed to ask.”

Shavonne’s voice sounded abrupt at the thought of the mood being broken. Lewellyn stared at Shavonne regardless of his brusque voice. He kissed Shavonne’s nose briefly while he took the shirt off. “Excuse me.” One, two… Lewellyn started unbuttoning Shavonne’s wrinkled shirt.

Every time Lewellyn touched a button, Shavonne’s bare skin hidden under his shirt was  being revealed. When the cold wind touched his skin, he felt cold, and when Lewellyn’s finger touched him, he felt hot.

His mind was all burnt out. Shavonne thought that it would be better if Lewellyn tore up his shirt. Then he didn’t have to wait for him to unbutton his shirt with patience…

However, he didn’t say what he wished for. It was partly because Shavonne was worried that Lewellyn would tease him by saying, “Shavonne, you’re very uninterested but so active in bed,” but it was also because he didn’t want his shirt to rip.

If Shavonne were lucky, it could be repaired, but if he was unlucky, he would have to buy a new one. Shavonne was still being rational so he didn’t forget that he didn’t have enough money. Not yet.

Lewellyn’s hand slowed down from Shavonne’s neck to his collarbone and from his collarbone to the center of his chest. He was just touching. The relaxing touch caressed Shavonne’s skin, and that alone ruined Shavonne’s breathing.

When Lewellyn’s fingers pressed down with strength, his breath became faster, and when the fingers pressed lightly, his breath slowed down. Shavonne was holding his breath. He felt suffocated, like out of breath. Before he knew it, Shavonne’s nipples were standing sharply. Lewellyn looked at Shavonne’s nipples, then at his face, and then at his nipples again. After that, he said.

“It’s erect.”

Lewellyn noticed. It was more embarrassing to look at it so naive and saying it pretending you didn’t know. Shavonne felt his face turn red. Maybe his ears were turning so red that flames would come out. “I am” Shavonne pretended to be nonchalant, fearing that he would feel more embarrassed if he showed what he really was thinking. After that, Shavonne turned his eyes away because he wasn’t sure if he could face him.

Lewellyn didn’t seem to like that.

“Don’t avoid me.”

Lewellyn held up Shavonne’s chin with his finger and made Shavonne look at him. He licked his dry lips and spoke in a low voice.

“I want to see you.”

Ha. Shavonne smiled in vain. If he hadn’t relayed that his touch before, this wouldn’t have happened, as Lewellyn didn’t seem to know that what he said embarrassed Shavonne or, at least, he pretended not to.

“May I touch you?”

“… Don’t ask me.”

Lewellyn touched Shavonne’s chest as soon as he was allowed. It was a soft caress. Shavonne’s body reacted by itself. The nipples that were erect in the flat chest became harder. Shavonne closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch.

A sweet and light moan flowed from Shavonne’s mouth. Not only was his body excited, but also his mind. He had lost the sense of reality as if it was a dream. Shavonne, who had nightmares since some time ago, couldn’t help but love the comfort. He wanted to be drunk. He wanted to be melted with his lover.

As if he had read Shavonne’s mind, Lewellyn’s hands became more friendly, sensitive, and soft. You like that? Mn? Shavonne, do you like it? His loving touch seemed to ask Shavonne that.

And the next moment, Lewellyn pinched and twisted Shavonne’s nipples by surprise.

A light flashed in Shavonne’s head as he wasn’t prepared for that. A small groan broke out from Shavonne’s mouth, which didn’t stop to let out sweet and light moans. Pain and pleasure were felt at the same time. Shavonne was gasping for air as he observed Lewellyn

Lewellyn looked natural as if nothing had happened. Then, he said, “You can’t close your eyes.” And added, “I told you to look at me.”

Shavonne was dumbfounded, but Lewellyn didn’t care and sucled Shavonne’s chest with his mouth. Moanings were coming out of Shavonne’s mouth as Lewellyn headed to his mouth, stuck his tongue out what was left of the kiss mark, licked it like an animal, and went down, leaving little kisses, from the chest to the belly button and to the pelvis. There…

“Can I lick it?”

Lewellyn had been kissing Shavonne’s pelvis until he raised his head, looked up at Shavonne and asked that. Shavonne blinked because thought he might have heard it wrong. Lick my pants when I didn’t even take them off? What are you trying to lick?

The question was answered immediately.

“Right. You told me not to ask.”

Lewellyn started licking the front of Shavonne’s pants. Shavonne felt his toes stretch naturally because the touch of the damp, warm tongue felt above his pants. As he twisted his body as if trying to escape, Lewellyn grabbed him. It was a tough grip that made it impossible for Shavonne to move. On the other hand, Lewellyn’s tongue was sweet, licking carefully, sucking the pants, and scraping them lightly with his teeth.

Shavonne bit his lips. He did it so hard that he thought he might bleed, but a faint moan leaked out. He had thought his moans were good, but Shavonne only found out today that it was an illusion.

The front of Shavonne’s pants was swelling because of Lewellyn. The indirect touch of Shavonne’s dick under the underwear and the pants was very exciting. How long has it been since I last got an oral? Such an idea came to his mind as the pleasure made his consciousness fade.

Shavonne tried to recall, but the memories of having his dick sucked were poor. Maybe he had never received one. He was still thinking about that with his faded reasoning when, suddenly, Lewellyn bit the front of his pants. He hadn’t done it that hard, but Shavonne was so surprised that it made him come to his senses.

“Am I that bad?”

Looking up at Shavonne with a sullen face, Lewellyn asked. Shavonne was still dazed, but he had enough consciousness to ask back. Shavonne’s voice, as he asked, had an astonished tone.

“What?”

“I’m so bad that your mind is wandering around.”

Lewellyn still had a sullen face. Shavonne thought now that he’d get him to work as a mind reader.

“… I’ll always remember that.”

Complaining for a moment, Lewellyn dragged Shavonne’s bottom down to his knees. Pants and underwear hung on Shavonne’s knees caught Lewellyn’s eye. The underwear was wet because of the fluids from the rock hard penis. Of course, Shavonne’s cock was a mess, too. As he had had underwear and pants on, his entire dick was covered in wet and shiny pre-cum.

Shavonne’s face was burning up, not because he was ashamed of showing his penis, but because it was all messy, like a child who couldn’t control his desire and show slippery wet underwear.

He tried to remove the pants and underwear on his knees, but Lewellyn’s movement was done first. Lewellyn moved his head to Shavonne’s cock. He stuck out his tongue, traced the vessels and stuck it in his mouth. He sucked it for a short while, let it go, licked up the body and scratched it lightly with his teeth.

“Uh… ah, ah…”

Shavonne’s lips let out some moans. Only then could Shavonne be sure. It was the first time he had gotten an oral. If it wasn’t the first time, he couldn’t remember this sense. This sense. This sense of his dick feeling someone’s warm and damp mouth was uncontrollably stimulating.

Shavonne was numbed all over his body, the only place he could sense was his penis, where Lewellyn was caressing with his tongue and mouth. He didn’t know where to put his body. His head, hands, and feet were awkward as if they were in a strange place. Shavonne wandered through the air. The tip of his hand rolled up, then stretched out, and then rolled back.

The moment of wanting to ejaculate came quickly. Shavonne warned: “I, I think I am…”. It wasn’t just his head that was filled with pleasure, but his voice as well. He tried to stop Lewellyn, but he held onto Shavonne’s penis and rolled his eyes, as if he were saying, ‘I can’t hear you’.

Without a break, Shavonne finally came. He was too ashamed to have cumed in Lewellyn’s mouth.

Only then did Lewellyn step down. Shavonne was desperate to bury his face in both hands. He was about to apologize for cumming in his mouth, but he happened to see Lewellyn muttering something. In a normal situation, he would have thought that he was tasting a drink, but it wasn’t a drink that just went into Lewellyn’s mouth. Shavonne’s face turned white.

“You can spit it.”

Shavonne tried to patch things up in a hurry. Lewellyn ignored the answer by gulping down what was in his mouth while staring at Shavonne. His adam’s apple went up and down.

Shavonne still looked down at Lewelly, pale. He had seen countless people who liked to feed their semen, but he had never seen anyone who liked to eat that. People didn’t like to eat semen. 

When someone told him to swallow his semen, Shavonne refused, saying, “Do you even know how it feels to eat something that disgusting?” and “You should eat it yourself”. Even so, Lewellyne had swallowed the disgusting semen without hesitation, with a straight face, as if nothing happened.

“It’s delicious.”

Lewellyn briefly cleaned the semen spattered on his lips with his thumb. He stuck out his tongue and licked his thumb. Shavonne freaked out.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Lewellyn looked down at his thumb and mumbled.

“So this is how it tastes.”

That was weird. Shavonne stared at Lewellyn as if asking for an explanation. Only then did Lewellyn shrug his shoulders and explain as he got off.

“I’ve always wondered what it would taste like.”

“… Semen tastes bad. It’s fishy, bitter. Anyway, it’s not edible.”

“What I was curious about wasn’t the taste of human semen.”

Lewellyn smiled. Shavonne blinked with only a question mark on his face because he didn’t understand what Lewellyn said. Lewellyn finished explaining. A wide smile was still formed on Lewellyn’s mouth.

“I was curious about the taste of Shavonne’s semen.”

He was curious about the taste of Shavonne’s semen, not the taste of human semen… Shavonne didn’t know if that was serious or a joke, but it didn’t have a good effect either way.

Shavonne had a blatant look on his face. Of course, as always, Lewellyn didn’t care. “This is enough for the appetizer,” he added. “Where would you like the main dish to be? Do you want it right here?”

“Are you crazy? If we do it on the floor, my backbone will come off.”

“What about the table?”

“Don’t even dream of that. How dare you eat there afterwards?”

“What about the desk?”

“If we get something in my books, you and I will die.”

The two agreed on the bed. It was Shavonne who laid on the bed first. Waiting for Lewellyn to come, he felt like a “main dish” waiting to be eaten (as Lewellyn put it).

Lewellyn stopped by the bedside table. Lewellyn’s face was scarlet in the light of the candle on the table. Lewellyn’s shadow fluttered over the wall. Lewellyn put his finger out and put out the candle. It became dark.

“Why did you put it out?”

Shavonne asked. The outline of Lewellyn was vaguely visible as the room was dark. Shavonne thought that he liked Lewellyn’s face and wanted to have sex while looking at him.

“Because I’m shy.”

Shavonne thought he really wanted to, but he couldn’t tell him because of what Lewellyn said. Some people wanted to have sex with the lights on, while others wanted to do it with the lights off.

Lewellyn came to the bed. The sound of footsteps and rustle made Shavonne’s heartbeat loud. It was so intense that he was worried that it would strain his heart. Shavonne wanted to turn on the light to have sex. When the lights were off, he liked the fact that his vision became black and his five senses became sensitive,though.

Shavonne closed his eyes and they kissed. At this rate, his world would be Lewellyn. No, more than his world would be Lewellyn. Lewellyn came up to bed and opened Shavonne’s legs, sitting in between. Shavonne felt his warm. Thinking that Lewellyn would soon enter between Shavonne’s legs made his mind weak.

Lewellyn started to take off his clothes. Shirts were thrown out of bed and belts and pants followed. In the darkness, Lewellyn’s body appeared only in a vague outline, but the outline alone showed that Lewellyn had a good body.

His naked shoulder, chest, smooth back, firm hip, tight thigh… Shavonne was just excited to draw it based on the outline in the dark, and his penis began to heat up again when he thought the body he had always dreamed of was between his legs.

Since Shavonne was in his mid-20s, he thought his sexual desire wasn’t as good as in his early 20s, but he was mistaken. The fact that the other person was Lewellyn, no, because it was Lewellyn, his blood, lust, and lewd thoughts concentrated all over his body.

Maybe I am a pervert. Shavonne thought. 

Shavonne himself didn’t know, but Shavonne was the type who had a lot of thoughts when he was sexually excited. I’m glad I was abandoned at an orphanage, not a monastery, when I was abandoned on the side of the road. If I had entered the monastery, I would have been shocked because being constantly stuck with someone I liked… He constantly had series of meaningless thoughts.

At that time, Lewellyn’s finger pressed Shavonne’s entrance.

That was all. He didn’t turn it around, didn’t touch it, didn’t put it inside. He just pressed it. However, that alone cut off the thoughts that had been hanging on Shavonne’s head. His mind had gone blank. His whole body was stiff. All his muscles tightened. Lewellyn stood up.

“You need to relax.”

You think I don’t know? Shavonne had had sex countless times. He knew clearly what to do and how to make easy and satisfying sex.

The problem was, he couldn’t get his head around Lewellyn.

“Otherwise, you’ll feel some pain.”

Lewellyn mumbled in a languid voice. Who doesn’t want to relax? But Shavonne’s body didn’t listen. They could have stayed up all night waiting until Shavonne was relaxed. Maybe he couldn’t relax even if he stayed up all night.

Shavonne felt desperate. “Just do it.” Shavonne’s unusual cracked voice answered like that. In the dark, Lewellyn shrugged lightly.

“Well, if you say so.”

A finger came in suddenly. The first finger was fine. The feeling of something else there was uncomfortable, but bearable. However, when the second finger came in, Shavonne had to frown lightly because not only a foreign thing but also pain came at the same time.

He tried to stop Lewellyn by saying, “Wait a minute,” but the third finger came in before he could even speak. Then, Shavonne took a short breath. The feeling of the intruders was weird, but the pain was considerable. He felt pain not only in the entrance but also inside him.

He thought he wouldn’t feel happy just because Lewellyn’s fingers were inside him, but he was mistaken. Shavonne didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t had sex for too long or because his partner was Lewellyn, but his body was getting hot. Lust formed between his legs.

“Uh, hah, uck…”

Shavonne opened his lips without realizing it. The sound of colorful breathing leaked through the wide lips. If his breath had a color, it would have been as red as the ripe fruit that Shavonne’s lips look like.

Shavonne turned his head around painfully. He stucked his nails in the bed sheet. Why, why aren’t you pulling it out…? The entrance was so loose that it wouldn’t be so hard to thrust a dick in, but Lewellyn wouldn’t put his fingers out. Shavonne protested. The groans that couldn’t be swallowed were mixed between his voice.

“Ah, uh, ah, won’t you, ack, take them out?”

“I won’t.”

“Is, ahh, is it, uh, funny to you?”

“Don’t resent me. I can’t help but think it’s funny.” Lewellyn’s voice was mixed with laughter. “I can’t help it. Mr. Shavonne swallowed my fingers so much.”

He said he was shy, but it was all bullshit. The slow-moving hand grew faster and poked deeply inside Shavonne. There were no mistakes and no trial and error, precisely, when finding Shavonne’s spot.

Shavonne felt struck by lightning. He opened his mouth to the extent that he couldn’t open it further, and there was a noise that he didn’t know whether he was screaming or moaning. “Hah, ah, uh, ah, ack, uh, huh, ha, s-stop, ah…” My eyes flickered.

Shavonne pulled up his nails on the bed sheet. His nail scratched the sheets desperately. There was a groan in his throat made from a mixture of pleasure and pain. The pleasure felt good, but only when Shavonne was able to control it. Shavonne’s uncontrollable pleasure was poison. He had to stop.

“St… uh, uck, stop, j… ahh, just stop, uh…”

Lewellyn tilted his head. He asked back as if he had no idea.

“Stop?”

He couldn’t afford to talk. Shavonne nodded instead of answering, and at that moment Lewellyn’s finger touched Shavonne’s spot. He couldn’t see even though he opened his eyes. Not even Lewellyn, as the pleasure Lewellyn was giving him covered his eyes.

Shavonne had to control the pleasure, but the pleasure was in control of Shavonne. Pleasure gnawed at Shavonne, who opened his mouth and it swallowed all of him. He tried to protest to no avail. All that came out of Shavonne’s mouth was desperate groans, ah, ah… that didn’t become full words.

Lewellyn looked at Shavonne. As he looked at blind eyes and lips, the greed was slowly filling him up from the tip of his jaw. Shavonne wouldn’t admit to it, but he wanted Lewellyn to lick his eyes. Shavonne wouldn’t admit to it, but he wanted him to suck up his lips like swallowing them.

Just the thought of someone other than Lewellyn kissing Shavonne’s lips, or the thought of “having kissed”, made Lewellyn’s head cold as if ice water had been poured over him. Shavonne was Lewellyn’s world. Lewellyn wanted Shavonne’s world to be only him.

Of course he knew that couldn’t be. He knew anyone could kiss Shavonne’s lips. Whether it was a lover, a friend, a family… He understood it in his head. He did, but… couldn’t accept that.

Cold as a dead person’s blood, jealousy arose. Ugly and selfish thoughts filled Lewellyn’s mind. I’m glad Shavonne doesn’t have a family. If he had, then Lewellyn…

Lewellyn pulled his fingers away from Shavonne. It was used ‘pulled’ but it could be used ‘tried to pull’ as Shavonne’s inner wall was tightening so much, it seemed Lewellyn’s finger would break. Lewellyn glanced down at his finger and looked around. He jokingly glanced at Shavonne, pretending to blame him.

“It hurts. Next time, please, try not to hurt me that much, mn?”

Shavonne didn’t answer. Well, it wasn’t even clear whether Shavonne was listening to Lewellyn. Shavonne was just looking into space. Given that he wasn’t properly focused, it looked like there was a star going around in front of his eyes.

Lewellyn raised Shavonne’s legs over his shoulder. Since Shavonne left Lewellyn alone in the starland, he had to drag Shavonne down to Earth.