Is This Just Fantasy?

*Calm down, calm down,* Hyeon inwardly told himself.

This time would be different. He wasn't under some perverted spell from the mark.

Fenrir was still sitting behind the desk, waiting for a response. He was probably trying to hold back from barking out any commands.

Not wanting to stand there any longer, Hyeon moseyed over to the front of the aged desk. When his hips grazed its wooden edge, he stood there stiffly. He bit the inside of his cheek to take some attention away from the awkward atmosphere.

Fenrir, remaining silent, observed him with amber eyes.

*I hate this kind of tension!* Hyeon cleared his throat. "Er, I'll admit that I'm terrible with these types of situations, Master Fenrir."

God, I keep forgetting to not call him by his given name.

"And what type of situation are you referring to?" his boss impassively asked.

"Like, right now. I'm not the greatest at being a leader; more of a follower. I don't know what to do next."

In an impatient huff, Fenrir stood up from the swiveling, black chair. Hyeon had failed to notice it before, but...why in the world was he using a high-quality gaming chair? It was comical. He'd have to ask next time.

They faced each other.

"Sit," Fenrir instructed while patting the desktop.

Complying with the order, Hyeon did a backward hop to sit on the desk. Once situated, his feet dangled above the floor. Since when did this turn into an office romance?

Fenrir placed his hands on the wooden surface to lean forward, positioning them on the outer sides of Hyeon's thighs. Being in between Fenrir's arms made him freak out on the inside. If he spoke now, his voice would crack for sure.

With a pounding heart, he inwardly screamed, Nope! Not calm anymore!

Fenrir's tone became lower. "That's not what it feels like for me."

"Huh?" Hyeon squeaked, sounding like he inhaled helium.

"You say you're a follower, but I always find myself following, waiting, and helping you. I'm not a pup. Yet, here I am, wagging my tail for you." The tip of his black wolf tail grazed Hyeon's exposed ankle. It tickled. "And don't forget, I'm only Master to you," referring to Hyeon's accidental slip of saying his first name.

Throughout his talking, Fenrir's face grew closer. Just a few more inches and they'd be kissing. Hyeon waited for it, but Fenrir didn't close the distance. The wolf paused and whispered with minty breath, "Can I touch you?"

"Yes," Hyeon consented, hypnotized.

"Yes, what?"

You tease too much.

"Yes, Master."

At the magic words, Fenrir's lips hungrily crushed the other's. Hyeon's mouth was invaded. Their wet tongues wrestled with each other. During the make-out session, their upper chests touched. Since Hyeon was on the desk, this provided the perfect height for their bulges to rub each other.

A sliver of heat trickled through his left arm. The feeling made his mind hazy. His hips began to grind against Master's crotch. The warmth wasn't strong, but it was enough to want to get down and dirty. Very dirty.

*Why is my insignia activating? Is this guy really summoning me when I'm right here?*

Hyeon withdrew his tongue to break the kiss. "I don't like the suddenness of this." He held up his wrist to indicate the ᛓᛖᚾ mark.

The wolf was disheveled. A rare sight.

Master tensely looked at his servant. His amber irises were beginning to glow. "I should be saying the same to you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're activating it yourself. It's you who is starting to call for me. That makes this the second time."

"But I don't recall doing this before?" Hyeon asked confused.

"This has never happened before, but it could relate to your summoning symptoms. From the beginning, servants feel pain when I request for them; you feel pleasure. Everyone avoids repeating the pain, while you want to experience it again."

*Aren't you making assumptions?*

"When you first arrived at my castle, you've done this before in the middle of the night."

Visions of masturbating in the shower with a made-up partner, who turned out to be Master, flashed through his mind. It made his ears and cheeks burn red. The fire from his wrist symbol increased.

"What are you remembering?"

"N-nothing..." he stammered, using his hands to hide his embarrassed face. The Norse god removed them.

Master scrutinized closely at Hyeon. "Your eyes are green."

"They're hazel," puzzled at the random change of topic.

"I've noticed they are brown when you're in a foul mood. When you're aroused, the color is green."

*Why do you have to be so blunt?*

"You don't have to say it like that," Hyeon said quietly to himself, wanting to bury his face again at the mention of the word 'aroused.' "That's what happens when you have hazel eyes. Mine are very...expressive."

"I want to know what you fantasized about that night."

"I..." Hyeon paused. How could he explain his immoral daydreams? He mumbled some jargon under his breath.

"Hmm?"

Hyeon wanted to rip his whitening hair out. "You...blew me." The secret was finally out.

"Blew you? Can you explain?"

*AHH.*

Either the almighty wolf was too innocent for his own good, which Hyeon doubted, or he doesn't understand modern slang.

"It means you put your mouth here," pointing to his hard dick, "and, uh, suck."

*I can't. I just can't.*

Fenrir didn't say anything. He was contemplating, like having a conversation with himself. After a few moments, he seemed to have made a decision when reaching out to unzip Hyeon's pants.

Like an inexperienced person, Fenrir's hands fumbled when he couldn't find a zipper. He growled.

*I'm wearing jogger pants, ya ding-dong. I guess he's kinda innocent.*

"You don't have to do—" but couldn't finish the sentence. Fenrir impatiently grabbed the waistline of his zipperless pants and slid them down effortlessly. His hard-on sprung out.

Hyeon's hand automatically covered himself at the abruptness. Jesus!

"Lay down on the desk."

*Is he actually gonna do it? How unexpected.*

When his back felt the coldness of the table, Hyeon shivered despite wearing a light jacket. He should've worn the heavy coat given to him as a gift.

Master removed Hyeon's white shoes, followed by his pants and underwear. They met the floor with a soft THUD. Thankfully, the clothes weren't ripped in half, unlike prior times.

"Was it like this?" Bending down, Master's face was next to Hyeon's dick. When his hand groped the base, a drop of pre-cum emerged from the hole. Already, Hyeon was trembling despite the simple touch.

"The position was different, but it's close enough." Knowing the canine's naturally aggressive nature, he probably wouldn't appreciate getting on his knees obediently.

After confirming that it was okay, Master didn't start slow as most people would. He instantly seized Hyeon's full erection with his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive spot on the head and dragged it down his shaft.

"Shit...," Hyeon hissed. The sound made him bite the jacket's sleeve. It was a sad attempt to prevent his groans from getting any louder. His other hand didn't know what to grab onto as his dick speared to the back of Master's throat. The sharp tips of his wolf teeth lightly scraped the delicate skin. It made Hyeon skittish, yet excited. The pumping sensation from those tightening lips was becoming too much.

*How is he so good at this?!*

Although he received similar services from former relationships, these skills were on a whole different level.

Already, Hyeon could tell he'd orgasm soon. It didn't help that he felt weaker. Master was also absorbing soul energy through the skin-on-skin contact. He wanted it to stop. At the same time, he wanted it to go on forever.

Getting closer. His legs squirmed when the sucking became harder.

*If you keep doing it like that…*

"Un!" It toppled over the edge. Hyeon sat back up and grasped Master's hair. Like a gunshot, he released himself into the god's mouth. His hips twitched during each spurt.

After the numerous bursts, his body vibrated in satisfaction. The heat he felt from the insignia faded.

Coming to his senses, Hyeon realized his right hand still clutched the hair under Fenrir's wolf ears. He wanted to scream at the sight. The side of Fenrir's face was exposed from him pulling back his mane. The now-bright, yellow eyes gleamed with desire. Saliva mixed with white body juices coated his mouth.

Hyeon yelped and scrambled around the tabletop for tissues, a napkin, anything. Nadda.

Panicking, he ultimately gripped the end of his wind jacket and wiped off Fenrir's face. Upon seeing his boss's baffled face from the motherly action, Hyeon was officially going to die from mortification.

Fenrir walked over to the other side of the desk. After opening a drawer, he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off the remaining body liquids. It was plain to see that he was hard from going down on Hyeon. His penis pressed against the tight, trouser seams.

*Shouldn't I help him with that?*