Murderous Lewellyn's Candlelit Dinner

Lewellyn brought his cock to Shavonne’s hole. He gently touched it with the tip. Lewellyn’s vision in the dark was exceptionally good. He  never thought it was that bad, but neither was it that good, and he had changed his mind since today. Lewellyn saw how Shavonne’s hole tightened.

Shavonne’s entrance asked to be filled like a hungry child. Put it in quickly. Please fill my empty inside quickly. Because Lewellyn was a good adult who liked to set an example for others, he decided to immediately appease the ‘child’s hunger. Don’t whine. I’ll put it in. Lewellyn murmured that and filled Shavonne with his cock within the next minute without warning.

Shavonne saw a sudden flash in front of his eyes, feeling himself splitting like a piece of wood. It had been as fierce as if a lightning had struck. The world had come to a stop. Shavonne was in a piercing pain as if he were going to rip after being penetrated. His stomach was filled, accepting Lewellyn’s penis. Ah. He wanted to moan like that, but no voice went out as if his vocal cords had been taken away.

However, after the moment of stopping, his voice poured out with a flood of pain and pleasure at the same time.

“Ah, haah, hah, Le-Lewellyn, uh…”

Lewellyn’s dick grew in size. He was too big. Shavonne wasn’t mistaken even if he hadn’t had sex for a long time, it was actually huge. Throughout his experience in sex of his 29 years of life, it was rare that it hurted so much. Even if that happened, it was just because he didn’t loosen his ass properly, but it was the first time that it was that painful even after all the preparation he did.

Shavonne pulled himself together. His nail scratched the sheet. As he did it with all his might, the sheets were almost torn, but Shavonne was still being penetrated by Lewellyn and there was a tingling pain on his ten nails.

Shavonne twisted his back, as if he could push away Lewellyn, but led to the situation being worse as it motivated Lewellyn.

“Shh, I’m holding back.”

It was a kind voice as the one used with children, but underneath it was a blatant lust. Shavonne tried to respond by impulse, “What the hell are holding back with?” but fortunately he didn’t. Oh, yeah, because he wasn’t able to speak as the only thing that could come out of his mouth were moans

Lewellyn finished talking. It sounded like a bolt out of the blue.

“I’m not even halfway there yet.”

Half? Not even half? 

Shavonne wanted to ask him “What the hell are you carrying between your legs?” but fortunately he didn’t. Ah, uh, he was still moaning and wasn’t able to talk.

“Do you want me to go till the end?”

Lewellyn asked. Shavonne nodded and nodded again. On one side of his mind he was begging that Lewellyn would keep going on and on the other one was screaming that he should stop. Shavonne’s face was messed up in tears. Lewellyn smiled and said this, too, out of the blue.

“Right. I forgot again that you told me not to ask.”

His world fell apart.

Shavonne tried to scream but he couldn’t make a sound as if he had something stuck in his throat. He opened and closed his mouth as if he had lost his voice. A groan came out a little later.

“Ha, ah, ugh…”

Shavonne gasped for breath. His body, covered in fluid, was shaking. It was just a penis, but it seemed as if it had eaten his whole body. Shavonne’s dick was really hard, so it hurted. Trembling, a few drops leaked out of the penis and landed on his belly. The part where the liquid fell was warm as if a candle had touched it.

“Le… Take it out… Ah, ugh, no…”

Shavonne’s reason was coldly advising that he should stop here, and that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t even walk for a week, but his body was telling him to stop listening to his reason. Shavonne’s reason and body were in different teams.

That was exactly what Shavonne had thought. Uncontrolled pleasure wasn’t pleasure. It was a poison that paralyzed his reason. More, more… Shavonne’s eyes were white. Like that, he wanted to have Lewellyn.

At that time, Lewellyn lowered his upper body as he penetrated Shavonne. As a result, Shavonne had to feel the pain breaking deeper into his stomach and the dizzying pleasure permeated into his hole like a rising tide.

Shavonne’s waist was bent. Ah, hah, ah, moans bursted out of Shavonne’s mouth. He was going crazy. No, maybe he had already gone crazy. Otherwise, it couldn’t have felt this painful and good.

Lewellyn looked down at Shavonne, beneath him. He thought once again that he was glad to have such a good night vision or else he wouldn’t have seen the faces Shavonne had. Shavonne’s face was messed up with tears, saliva that he couldn’t swallow, and pouring sweat. His face showed that he was struggling, not knowing what to do with the pain and pleasure. That’s right, a face that was dying for Lewellyn.

I was a raw image of Shavonne, which Lewellyn couldn’t help but love.

“Mr. Shavonne.”

Lewellyn kept going without taking his eyes off Shavonne’s face. He didn’t even blink. He didn’t want to miss even a second of Shavonne just because he blinked.

Shavonne couldn’t answer. He didn’t even know how honest he was being. Pain and pleasure melted Shavonne’s five senses into mush. Shavonne, as his five senses were broken beyond his control, couldn’t hear what Lewellyn said.

Lewellyn lowered his upper body even deeper and took his face to Shavonne’s nose. Their breaths mixed up. They were close enough for Shavonne to bump into his face just by shaking his body lightly. Sweat dripping down Lewellyn’s temple fell on Shavonne’s cheek.

Shavonne wasn’t watching Lewellyn. Shavonne’s eyes were wandering in a world of white pleasure. Lewellyn didn’t want Shavonne to leave him. He had to bring him down to Earth.

He called Shavonne again in a low and sweet tone filled with dangerous desires.

“Shavonne.”

Only then did Shavonne’s eyes see Lewellyn. Lewellyn was relieved to see Shavonne’s conspicuous self. Shavonne. Shavonne was the only one who made Lewellyn feel at ease. Saying that Lewellyn’s world was Shavonne wasn’t a metaphor, but a fact.

“I’ve always thought I’d like to see you drunk, but not anymore.”

Did Shavonne know? How submissive Lewellyn was to him.

“Now, Mr. Shavonne…”

Lewellyn looked down at Shavonne’s face and thought about what Shavonne would taste like if he licked him. Lewellyn was curious. He wanted to know. The urge to taste Shavonne slowly rose through his neck, but Lewellyn suppressed it.

“….I hope to be the only one who does that to your bottom from now on.”

“Ha, aha, s-shut up, uck…”

Unfiltered words came out of Shavonne’s mouth. Lewellyn laughed.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you because of the moans.”

It wasn’t a question that required an answer. As if to prove him that, Lewellyn thrusted his dick without even giving Shavonne time to answer. Shavonne, who was about to say something, screamed as that idea was erased.

“Uck, I… I’m, ah, going, I’m going to die, ah!”

People don’t die that easily. Lewellyn replied gently in his mind. He separated Shavonne’s legs as far as he could to make it easier to stick his cock in once again. Shavonne twisted his whole body. Lewellyn felt like protesting and say, ‘Mr. Shavonne, if you shake your body like that, you’ll make me more horny.’, but Lewellyn couldn’t. When the inner wall of Shavonne tightened Lewellyn’s penis, he felt lust rising inside him, distracting him.

It was hot. His body and mind. Lewellyn was familiar just with cold, not heat. But it felt good. It was dangerously addictive. Shavonne heated up Lewellyn’s blood, head and reason. Lewellyn didn’t know that a person, only a person, could drive him crazy like this.

Lewellyn thought he wanted to kiss Shavonne. To be exact, he wanted to breathe Shavonne’s breath, be the closest to Shavonne, but he wouldn’t hear his moans if they kissed. Lewellyn liked the moaning, huffing and puffing. He didn’t want that to end.

Lewellyn changed his plan to burying his nose in Shavonne’s neck and licking it like a hungry animal. Hot breath spilled on Shavonne’s neck.

“Ah, uh, please, ugh, ah…”

Lewellyn knew Shavonne’s body too well. He penetrated where he should, where Shavonne would moan, and where Shavonne’s legs would tremble. His consciousness flickered. 

It was an ironic moment. While more intense pleasure filled Shavonne’s body, his mind became distant.

He felt like everything was just going by. Like water, like the wind, he felt as if he was drifting alone and falling into a colorless and odorless solitude. He didn’t want to. I wanted to grab something and hang on.

Shavonne hugged Lewellyn’s back. The swollen fingertips scratched Lewellyn’s back and the bed sheet at the same time. He didn’t mean to, but when his spot was reached, Shavonne accidentally stuck his nails down Lewellyn’s back quickly. He couldn’t see anything as it was dark, but Shavonne’s scratches were red on Lewellyn’s back. The squishy sound of flesh bumping echoed throughout the room.

“Le-Lewell, ah, Lewellyn, hah, ugh…”

His eyes could now only see white. Semen spilled from Shavonne’s penis. It was thick and murky semen because he hadn’t masturbated for a long time. Not only did it splash on Shavonne’s belly, but also on Lewellyn. The problem was that the climax didn’t stop until some time later. Even though he had already ejaculated, the white background didn’t fade. His body was still trembling with pleasure.

Soon after, Lewellyn’s cock cummed in Shavonne and he stopped his thrusting. Lewellyn didn’t take himself out of Shavonne’s body for a long time.

Is it over? It should be. Such an idea belatedly brought Shavonne into reality. Only then was Shavonne able to bring back the reason he had lost before. The messy fluid inside him was bothering him. The same went for the rest of the body fluids, but as Lewellyn had cummed inside him, semen flowed down Shavonne’s thighs.

Shavonne raised his body. He opened his mouth with a surprisingly relaxed voice (of course, he had been moaning, pleading, and screaming all the time).

“I’ll wash up first… Ugh!”

Shavonne couldn’t finish talking. He couldn’t even get out of bed. It was because, suddenly, Lewellyn threw Shavonne back to the bed.

Lewellyn sat on top of Shavonne so that Shavonne wouldn’t budge and raised Shavonne’s hand, giving him brief and small kisses again. Then, he said in a voice full of lust.

“Take a shower later.”

Later? Shavonne was at a loss for words.

“When?”

“I don’t know, about…”

Not sure enough, Lewellyn came up with a brazen answer. He eye-smiled.

“Eight in the morning?”

Lewellyn began to lick Shavonne’s hand as he was still giving little kisses. As if his hand was a penis, Lewellyn stuck out his tongue and licked and sucked Shavonne’s finger in his mouth. He wanted to have sex again.

Thank God he had promised Shavonne to take a shower at 8 am. If not, Shavonne would have sex until he died that day, or at least would have to be taken away to the hospital.

Lewellyn’ sex drive didn’t seem to end. When they were over, Shavonne thought it would end there and then, but he was devastated when he saw Lewellyn kissing Shavonne’s lips recklessly. He tried to hold back Lewellyn, who was using all his strength, and mumbled pleadingly.

―Stop…

Please, stop. No matter how good something is, everything that is excessive is bad. Shavonne couldn’t seem to get hard anymore. How could he get an erection when he was so tired?

―Stop?

Lewellyn asked back, reciting Shavonne’s words without taking his eyes off his face. Did he finally understand me? Yes, stop. Shavonne tried to answer but, at that moment, he felt Lewellyn’s hands going down to Shavonne’s naked breasts, waist and hips.

The delicate touch soon reached between Shavonne’s legs. Caressing and stroking with his fingertips as if it simulated kissing, Shavonnee quickly felt the stiffness between his legs and closed his eyes, swearing in his mouth. Looking at Shavonne, Lewellyn asked again in a soft voice as if teasing.

―Stop?

Shavonne never had regretted that much before that he was weak to pleasure as now.

When they were over having sex again, Shavonne despaired when he saw Lewellyn taking his head back to Shavonne’s legs. He held back Lewellyn, who caressed his wet power, and mumbled as convincingly as he could.

―I don’t have energy left.

It was true. His body couldn’t go for another round anymore. He ran out of energy. Shavonne didn’t think that his resistance was bad, even an athlete representing Bunch would seem  malnourished in front of Lewellyn.

Shavonne felt depressed as if he had worked out for ten years all at once overnight. There was only one place of his body that was still fine, his dick, which had just begun to harden again with just a quick caress.

―Take this opportunity to start working out.

Lewellyn’s face looked up at Shavonne.

―You know what? Sex is also exercise.

When they were over having sex again, Shavonne despaired when he saw Lewellyn sitting between Shavonne’s opened wide legs. Nothing more could come out, so he just mumbled lamentably.

―Mr. Lewellyn, I… don’t want to die in bed.

―Eh? What are you talking about? Mr. Shavonne has a long way to go.

Lewellyn raised Shavonne’s hand without saying anything else, kissed his hand, licked his fingertips, bit his finger and responded. Although it was dark, Lewellyn’s face was dimly visible, perhaps because Shavonne’s eyes became accustomed to darkness. Lewellyn had a handsome face. More than anyone else Shavonne had ever seen. But he would die if he have sex again just because of his beauty. Shavonne didn’t have either physical or mental strength. He didn’t have anything left.

―Don’t you see me? You are killing me now.

―Ah, I see. I’ll just do it the way that won’t happen.

…Whatever, let’s just die. I’ll just die. Shavonne resigned. He didn’t have the power to control Lewellyn, who came at him like a beast in rut. 

―It’s hard, isn’t it? Mr. Shavonne, just lie still. I’ll do it all. Mr. Shavonne, all you have to do is to enjoy it so much you could die.

Shavonne enjoyed it so much that he still thought he would die. Slowly, the dark window lit out after dawn and it became morning. The heavy rain had stopped. Still, Lewellyn didn’t let go of Shavonne.

The only moment Shavonne was finally able to rest was when Lewellyn put his clothes on before sunrise. Is the ‘dying’ from pleasure time over? That was good news for Shavonne, who was distracted by the pleasure Lewellyn had been giving him all night.

As he got out of bed to clean himself, Lewellyn, who had just dressed up, pushed Shavonne back into bed so he wouldn’t get up, and then…

―It’s not 8 o’clock yet.

Shavonne was at a loss.

―Didn’t you want to end it?

―What made you think that?

Lewellyn’s calm voice asked back. Shavonne looked at Lewellyn’s face with the help of a glimmer of dawn. To be exact, he looked at his lips. ‘If he falls deep into the water, that’s the only thing that’s going to float’,1 Shavonne was sure.

―You’re wearing clothes.

―I am.

―…That usually means sex is over.

―What are you talking about? It’s not necessary to take off your clothes when doing it. Although putting in like this is different.

―But what’s the difference? Why do I have to be naked?

―I have to taste Mr. Shavonne and clothes get in the way of biting, sucking, and licking.

It was eight o’clock when they finished having sex. As soon as the clock pointed to 8, Shavonne rushed out of bed, crying out “8 o’clock! 8 o’clock!” and locked the door after entering the bathroom. Afterwards, a knock was heard. Lewellyn’s voice followed.

―Open the door, please.

“Why?”

―I’m such a responsible and committed person that I can’t leave you. Mr. Shavonne, you don’t have the strength to hold towels, shouldn’t I help you take a shower?

“You’re going to attack me again, right?”

Shavonne asked, wondering, and a bright answer came back from beyond the door.

―Of course.

There was only one response Shavonne could make.

“Get lost.”

Only after washing was Shavonne able to see how his body had been overworked all night. His whole body was in a mess. At first glance, he was covered with kiss marks all over his body to the point that it might be misunderstood as a skin disease, and, especially his inner thigh, it was hard to find bare flesh without a kiss mark.

What was fortunate was that the place with the kissing mark was invisible if he wore clothes. If they were visible even after trying to hide them with the clothes… that rudeness would have gotten Shavonne really angry.

Shavonne was generous when it came to sex, but with only one exception. It was an obstacle to having a social life. He liked having hickeys, but hated it if they were in a part of the body where it was publicly revealed that he had had sex. It would be nice to have sex outside, but if it was a public bathroom of a publishing company that worked with Shavonne, there was no way.

Now. Should he kiss Lewellyn and thank him for carefully doing hickeys where they wouldn’t be seen even though he thoughtlessly mistreated Shavonne during sex? Or should Shavonne pat his hair, praising him for doing well? The thought of it made Shavonne giggle. He didn’t know if the laugh was forced or not, but whatever.

Shavonne liked the idea of ejaculating, but decided to change that as of today. Sometimes he liked it, sometimes he didn’t. Before, it didn’t take that long for the sperm to come out after sex, but this time it wasn’t like that.

How long had they been doing it? It was both shocking and amazing. Come to think of it, the time spent having sex was so long that it wasn’t even comprehensible. On average, Shavonne had sex for 30 minutes to an hour, but with Lewellyn…

That was very far off. It was amazing considering that it wasn’t just sex with penetration all the time. Shavonne didn’t have as much libido as Lewellyn when he was at his age. He didn’t even do that in his early 20s, when he was in the most lustful period of his life.

When Shavonne left the bathroom, it was now a bright morning. At the sound of the door opening, Lewellyn, who was lying on the sofa, quickly rose up and came to see Shavonne. “Did you have any strength to shower?” he added with a smile as he saw Shavonne’s hair lightly wet. “You’re very tempting at night and in the morning, Mr. Shavonne.”

His nuance was strange. No way…

“Don’t you have a disease?”

“Disease?”

“Hypersexuality or something like that.”

Hypersexuality. As far as he could tell, he had come up with a pretty plausible disease name. Whether he was ill or not, Lewellyn gave a answer right away.

“That’s not it. My sexual desire is perfectly normal” and added with a smile. “Except when it comes to Mr. Shavonne.”

Shavonne responded by handing out a towel he had brought for Lewellyn. “Just take a shower.”

Lewellyn did what Shavonne told him to do. Soon after, Lewellyn disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of the shower could be heard. It was as distant as a lullaby.

***

When did I fall asleep?

The last thing Shavonne remembered was lying on the bed. The sense of comfort remained in his head as if he had melted when he was lying down. Did I fall dead asleep as soon as I lied down? That should be it. It was understandable because he got tired from working out all night.

Thinking so, Shavonne lifted his heavy eyelids and opened his eyes. Perhaps it hadn’t been long after he fell asleep as the house was still bright with sunlight. The floating dust in the air shone in the sunlight.

“Did you wake up?”

A voice. When he turned around, Shavonne saw Lewellyn. Lewellyn was lying by his side and staring at Shavonne’s face.

“… I’m going to sleep again.” Replied Shavonne in a hoarse voice. He felt dizzy because he was sleepy. “Alright” replied Lewellyn. Lewellyn was still staring at Shavonne’s face. “It bothers me, so don’t look at me anymore.” 

“Got it, I’ll stare at you without you noticing me.” 

“…” Having no strength to argue, Shavonne closed his eyes again. He was swamped with sleep.

It was around sunset when he woke up again. Sunset could be seen falling over the window. The sunset spread and the house turned soft red. The curtains were slowly moving because of the cool wind. What about Lewellyn? Shavonne paused as he tried to move his body to see where Lewellyn was.

He was in his arms. When Shavonne turned his head carefully, Lewellyn was sleeping with Shavonne on his back. He had a calm face. Both cheeks were blushed because of the sunset.

Lewellyn’s body was cold enough to remind him of a dead person. Even now, when he fell asleep hugging Shavonne, it was no exception. He was cold, but Shavonne didn’t throw out Lewellyn. 

Shavonne thought in between the arms of Lewellyn. That’s great. I’ll be cold if I stay with Lewellyn on a hot day, but on a cold day… It will work out somehow. I’ll bundle up all my clothes and then hug Lewellin to sleep. Shavonne’s thoughts faded and soon went to sleep again. Thoughts, emotions, and the world faded together.

All that was left was the temperature. Lewellyn’s temperature. He thought the temperature of the one at his side, who he would believe in, follow, and love would be hot, but it didn’t seem like that would come true.

Shavonne’s first memory was in the orphanage, so he didn’t remember his parents, and he was not sure whether the parents who abandoned Shavonne might have hugged him, but anyway, he thought that his parents’ arms would be as cool as Lewellyn’s arms. It was cold but not much. It was warm.

It was a warmer day than any other day that Shavonne lived.

As if it were going to be over at any time.

***

Dr. Fawkes, or Fraser Fawkes, didn’t return home until 10 p.m. It was raining heavily, constantly beating against the windows.

The mansion was dark. There was only a small light, which was lit enough to distinguish things. Every time Fawkes moved, the light shook and his large shadow flickered. His employees were invisible. That was a good thing. Fawkes didn’t like people to get in his way when he had something to think deeply about.

Something to think deeply about. Fawkes slowly pondered the words that came to his mind. He didn’t think Shavonne would be a problem, so he felt bitter. Shavonne had been following Fawkes for eight years. He didn’t deviate an inch from Fawkes’ orbit. He had never shown abnormal behavior, it was all within Fawkes’ reach.

But now?

― How have you been while I was gone?

When I asked that, what did Shavonne say?

― Well… Just like usual.

Yeah. That’s right. That was the problem. Shavonne had never done that before. ‘Well… Just like usual.’ He had never answered like that.

But why now?

He didn’t know. Shavonne didn’t tell him when he tried to find out. He didn’t even seem to want to tell him.

As he thought about it, he felt his pulse quicken. Uncontrollable anxiety was spreading like poison in his head. Fawkes swept his face. His skin was dry and his lips were rough.

The doctor wasn’t aware of his patient’s condition. Not knowing meant not being able to control. Not being able to control meant that Shavonne’s treatment could be broken in ways Fawkes didn’t expect. And then…

His mouth is burning. It was eight years ago that he volunteered to be Shavonne’s friend to identify the patient’s mental state. It was eight years ago that as there were things he couldn’t know as a friend, he would bribe Shavonne’s lovers to understand Shavonne’s mental state. The achievements of those eight years were suddenly at stake.

What are you thinking, Shavonne?

I wish August Besch hadn’t disappeared. Then, I could have heard from August Besch what “August Besch’s Shavonne” was like. That asshole. Fakwes mumbled a curse that would never have come out of his mouth if he was with someone else.

It was August who resigned being with Shavonne after having broken up with Shavonne. Fawkes dropped a hint at August. “Shavonne still likes you.”.

He didn’t really want August and Shavonne to get back together, but he couldn’t help it. Even after breaking up with August, Shavonne hadn’t found a new lover, so there was no one to be Fawkes’ second eyes and ears.

If a lover can’t watch Shavonne, at least his ex can. Fawkes thought that way. However, August evaporated into thin air, overshadowing Fawkes’ expectations.

What should I do?

The answer was found quickly. Fawkes pulled out a collection of business cards from his study. The collection of business cards was categorized by occupation. From the first page to the seventh page, business cards of Bunch nobles were attached, followed by politicians, journalists and lawyers.

Shavonne needed a lover. To be exact, Shavonne needed a lover who would be Fawkes’ second eyes and ears.

―Do you want me to introduce you to someone?

―No.

―He is handsome. I’m sure you’ll like him just by looking at his face.

―When did I ever care only about the face… Anyway, I don’t feel like it.

But Shavonne said he would not meet someone. He was being stubborn. Yes, if he didn’t meet the person Fawkes introduced him, Shavonne would meet his new love naturally like a coincidence. Fawkes’ hand stopped turning over the collection of business cards.

The collection of business cards was lined with business cards from publishers. Who said a ghostwriter was needed recently…, Fawkes looked over the business card thinking. Dozens or hundreds of names formed in Fawkes’ eyes and disappeared.

It was night. There was a downpour falling in the darkness.