. Ways to eat your ice cream . [M?]

"I'm waiting.". Hanze's voice interupted his thoughts and he scurried with a heavily pounding heart to bring another cream to Hanze's lips... This process continued until... Anying couldn't take it anymore... And just when he was going to protest, Hanze left his fingers with a popping sound.

"That was sweet.". He commented. Anying pursed his lips. Sweet my foot!. "But.". Damn!. Anying cursed internally. Fuck!that!fucking!Damned!Three!fucking!lettered!fucked!up!word!. "I am not yet satisfied.". He added.

Huh?. Anying was confused. Hanze ignored his predicament and proceeded to pin him to the floor.

"Ahh!.". Anying winced from the impact. What was going on?!. Anying panicked.

But was Hanze going to answer him?. No.

Instead, Anying watched in dread and confusion as Hanze slowly got on top of him and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Yet he didn't speak.... But was this his doom?.... Was Hanze already going to take him now.... He didn't want it... It would mean he wouldn't be able to ever leave again... His eyes turned red as tears threatened to spill.

But fortunately, Hanze supplied him a very crucial information by the grace of heaven. "I want to taste the ice cream on your skin.". He said as he got to the last button and took a hold of the cup.

Anying sighed in relief... Too soon. Though, because the next second he was suppressing the urges to cry and plead for mercy when Hanze's fingers began trailing all over his stomach.... Nipples, neck and... Name them.

"H-hanze...a...na-h...s-stop...". He pleaded yet Hanze ignored him. And instead of him getting the results of his pleas, he felt Hanze's lips on his neck, as Hanze began nipping.

"A-ah..ahh..". He couldn't help but moan as Hanze began literally eating him allover.

From his neck , to his stomach... Chest and round the two rosy buds on his chest.

"Ah!". Anying screamed when Hanze suddenly bit down on one of his nipples. Then again when he flicked the other, then he used his teeth to tug and bite softly. It was torture and pleasure mixed... What he was feeling right now, moaning and whimpering under Hanze's hold.

This continued until Anying turned goo. Mushy mushy.... He felt weak as tears streamed down his red eyes... His chest and neck were now filled with red hickeys, going up and down..... Hanze went too far.

Yet he had the conscience to make Anying flinch by commenting. "What a masterpiece.". After climbing off the weak youth and staring at the youth with a blank gaze.

But that wasn't what spooked Anying the most. No. Spooked?. Nah. His eyes almost bulged out when Hanze unbuttoned his pants and let his monstrous length free.

"N-no..." . Anying shrinked and made to escape. Yet he didn't get far as Hanze stopped him by the hair and shoved his dick into the youth's mouth.

"Your turn.". He stated.

Anying didn't want to experience this again... Hanze wasn't a gentle person. He didn't want to do a BJ of almost five hours again... Well if only he looked up to stare at Hanze's orbs... He might have figured something but ... No!. Someone help!.

Yet he didn't get non. As Hanze began bobbing anying's head on top of his dick very, very fastly...

Anying felt like dying... Uncontrollable tears streamed down his face as all his sobs got shoved back into his throat.

What Did he do to deserve this monstrosity back into his mouth?.

What crime did he commit?.

He thought it was only when he committed a crime, that was when Hanze would punish him... That was why he'd been trying to avoid causing problem for himself... Yet what was this?.

His sobs too soon disappeared as Hanze's hot juice slid down his throat along with his cries... It was burning....

He wanted to remove his head. But then Hanze's grip didn't loosen. Well, fortunately, his phone rang.

God bless you!!. You that called!!.

He heard Hanze's low dangerous growl before he picked up the phone.

"What is it?.". He asked blandly.

There was silence on the other side of the phone. Probably because the person on the other side was wondering if he or she committed a crime.

"Talk before I track down your third generation and castrate them.". He threatened and Anying gulped against his dick.

Well that was a wrong move as Hanze suddenly shoved him away.

"Ahh!.". Anying cried in pain as his back made contact with the floor. Hanze glared at his pitifully figure.

"Assassin. I called to remind you of something. Come to your office right now.". Anying heard the other person's voice on the phone as he tried to get up.

He heard Hanze reply coldly. "I'll cut your throat. Just wait for me alright?."

Anying shivered.

"Ah? alright, anything else?.".

Unbelievable. Anying shivered. They were both maniacs. Who... Which normal person agrees to his or her throat been cut off from their heads if not maniacs?. Who?!.

"Yes. Don't forget to die before I get there.". Hanze replied. And Anying just decided to mind the pain on his lips instead of listening to their hellish discussions.

"At your service lord ye.... Hmm that sounds familiar. Well, stay safe then." A reply came and the call ended.

Then did Anying feel Hanze briefly glance coldly at him before entering the bathroom.

"Thank you heaven... For this mercy you have shown me!.". Anying was grateful as he inspected the red marks on his body...

Some minutes later , Hanze exited the bathroom and immediately went to the closet.

Then he dressed up and left... Treating Anying like breeze all the way. Was it anying's fault that he was interupted in the middle of torturing someone's child?.

The youth staggered up and went unto the bathroom.

"Ha!. Crybaby host. Just one blowjob and you're already crying. How weak.". Zucchini's voice taunted him after he exited the bathroom.