# Chapter 68
Yeomin was troubled. Incredibly troubled, wondering if this was right, thinking maybe he should stop now…
“Come to think of it, we’ve never done it here before,” Jiho remarked shamelessly.
Yeomin couldn’t push him away. He was handsome. Too handsome. And he looked expensive.
Jiho had that sparkle that Yeomin couldn’t help but be attracted to. There was a very worldly certainty that no matter how hard he tried his entire life, he could never possess anything more valuable than the guy in front of him right now.
“I’m nervous, hyung.”
Jiho had already pushed the low table aside and was leaning into him with his large frame. Yeomin looked at him with complicated eyes.
‘This should feel disgusting and make my skin crawl, but why… why am I trembling, Joo Yeomin!’
Yeomin gave him a warning in advance. It was the first time they’d be doing this kind of thing in his studio apartment.
“The walls here aren’t soundproof.”
“I noticed. I could hear all the sounds you made in the bathroom too.”
‘What? He heard everything? When did he hear that?!’
Yeomin swallowed a curse. From the time they had lived together before. It seemed Jiho had caught him secretly relieving himself in the early morning.
Haha, damn it.
Jiho gently touched Yeomin’s cheek as his mental state was half gone.
But instead of kissing him directly, he softly pressed his finger against Yeomin’s plump lower lip.
“I’ve been missing you every day, longing for you alone. Praise me.”
“I’m not interested in that kind of TMI, so stop talking.”
“I wanted to hear your moans, but I couldn’t, and it made me cry.”
“Your tears come cheap.”
“Do you know how many times I cried? From now on, I should at least record your sounds and listen whenever I miss you…”
“Please stop saying crazy things.”
Just when Yeomin thought he might have reflected on his behavior. It seemed Jiho had gone even more insane during their time apart.
Jiho asked with expectant eyes.
“What about you? What did you do when you missed me?”
“Not at all. Didn’t think about you for even a second.”
Yeomin denied it firmly. He should never have fed this guy in the first place.
But Jiho didn’t seem very interested in the answer to his own question. He just responded with a casual “Really?” while his gaze lingered on Yeomin’s exposed white nape.
“You must have been bored without me touching you all this time, hyung… You used to love it when I touched you here.”
When did he get in there? Yeomin gasped as Jiho’s hand somehow found its way into his loose pants.
Yeomin’s lower abdomen involuntarily tightened at the cool touch of Jiho’s fingertips. He groaned and rested his head on Jiho’s shoulder.
Jiho’s lips came perilously close, whispering when they were almost touching:
“From now on, I’ll only do what you tell me to do, hyung.”
Which meant he wouldn’t do anything unless Yeomin told him to. Yeomin immediately understood Jiho’s intention. And sure enough, Jiho’s touch had stopped as if it had never happened.
‘This guy… never makes anything easy.’
Yeomin, who was gradually becoming aroused, glared at Jiho with reddened eyes.
“…Just, do whatever you want.”
“I said I’ll only do what you tell me to. You have to say it for me to do it.”
“Just, please…”
Do it! Hurry!
His desire was about to explode from the skin contact after such a long time. Was he the only one feeling urgent?
It was clear that for Jiho, curiosity and the desire to conquer won over lust. The fact that he could control himself even at this moment. He was truly a mental pervert who lived for the joy of tormenting Joo Yeomin.
With his body heating up, Yeomin muttered “Damn it” and bit Jiho’s lips first.
It must have been too aggressive because there was a sharp taste in his mouth as if blood had really burst.
Yeomin didn’t even think it was disgusting as he frantically intertwined their tongues like a madman.
After doing this much, he hoped Jiho would touch him on his own now…
“…”
But Jiho only responded moderately to Yeomin’s kisses. He still didn’t move a finger on his body.
Unable to bear the unresolved excitement, Yeomin finally gave in and demanded:
“Seol Jiho. Suck me.”
“Where?”
“Every corner of my body… don’t leave any part dry.”
“My hyung. You’ve been holding back a lot. Poor thing.”
Jiho smiled as if pleased. Then as a start, he gently kissed Yeomin’s ear.
The kisses moved from his earlobe to his jaw, neck, shoulders, and collarbone.
Jiho pressed his lips through the gap of Yeomin’s open t-shirt neckline. He sucked and caressed his collarbone and neck for quite some time.
Yeomin’s thin t-shirt was quickly lifted up. Next came his chest, sides, nipples, ribs… and then the area around his navel below.
Yeomin, who was now lying on the floor, melted like slime.
“Haa…”
His pants were thrown aside. Jiho grabbed Yeomin’s knees to spread them and teased:
“I don’t think I even need to suck you.”
Jiho muttered while blatantly staring at Yeomin’s front.
So he’s not going to do it? Already thoroughly aroused, Yeomin was not in his right mind.
However, just as he was about to protest, he collapsed again without making a sound. Jiho’s lips traveled down from below Yeomin’s chest, following his abs to his thighs and knees. He traced every inch thoroughly.
‘This is insane…’
It felt like every sensation in his body was awakening. Even parts that had never felt ticklish before were now responding extremely sensitively. A desire welled up in him for Jiho to suck his skin more strongly.
Perhaps he really was a pervert after all. He was in no position to criticize Jiho anymore.
“Ungh, hey…”
“I’ll suck everything for you, all of it.”
It was always like this. Come to think of it, sex with Jiho had never been comfortable.
It always felt like some kind of endurance training, a test of mental strength, a challenge to human limits, and sometimes like an embarrassing diary that detailed every emotion.
As a result, Yeomin couldn’t control his overflowing emotions.
‘He’ll see everything. Every thought inside me, all laid bare.’
Even if he were Jiho, he would laugh at himself.
How pathetic he must look, enjoying it this much, feeling this much, while pretending to push him away, pretending to be annoyed, when in reality he wanted it more than anyone.
“…Haa, that’s enough. Stop… ugh.”
“You’re even sexier when you hold back your voice, hyung.”
Since the walls were so thin, Yeomin swallowed his sounds for fear that the neighbors might realize they were having sex.
That seemed to stimulate Jiho more as his lower part kept growing and pressing against Yeomin’s lower abdomen. So honest.
Even in his half-gone state of mind, Yeomin reached out his hand. Jiho pressed his cheek against Yeomin’s palm like a puppy. As if asking to be petted.
Yeomin rubbed Jiho’s skin with his flushed face.
‘He really is like a dog.’
Entranced by that handsome face and thinking such thoughts, he commanded absentmindedly:
“Bark for me.”
“Woof.”
He really was something. Really like a dog.
Yeomin burst out laughing at Jiho imitating a puppy. Anyone who saw this would think they’d encountered a pair of lunatics.
Yeomin scolded him:
“…Hmm, this dog has no manners. Pushing your owner down like this.”
At those words, Jiho looked somewhat hurt.
“I’m barely holding myself back from devouring you. Isn’t that being good?”
“Oh, so dogs can talk too?”
“I’m just a particularly smart dog.”
He sure has a way with words.
“Let’s test how smart you are. Bring the condom from over there.”
“Hmm…”
“Quickly.”
When Yeomin spoke sternly, Jiho opened the drawer quite promptly, though he seemed reluctant.
It was a condom that Yeomin had accidentally bought at the convenience store before. It had somehow survived the flood and was still intact, so he had kept it just in case.
‘I kept the condom just in case. You never know when we might need it.’
Had he subconsciously predicted the day he would have sex with Jiho here? No. But it seemed Jiho had definitely been predicting it.
Having reached the sentimental thought that he was destined to be penetrated by Seol Jiho from the beginning, Yeomin checked Jiho’s condition.
“Did you put the condom on?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go to the bed. Carry me.”
For some reason, he didn’t even want to move on his two legs right now.
Jiho smiled contentedly.
“What a lazy owner you are.”
“I’ll cry for you underneath.”
“That does make you a very good owner.”
“If you know that, then be loyal.”
Yeomin was lifted up by Jiho and moved to the mattress.
Outside, the familiar sound of motorcycles could be heard, and dim light poured through the gaps in the cheap curtains. Even the tangy, lewd scent from their bodies became stimulating.
As he turned his head to look out the window, Jiho persistently asked:
“Are you embarrassed?”
“No.”
“Then why aren’t you looking at me?”
“Because you’re too dazzling.”
Yeomin answered honestly. Suddenly. Because among everything in this room, you alone shine incomparably bright.
Like a precious existence that I could never possess no matter how hard I worked my entire life. Yeomin found it suddenly amazing that such a thing was right in front of his eyes.
Jiho hugged Yeomin tightly, who was behaving a bit differently than usual.
And this time, he planted a soft kiss on Yeomin’s forehead. It was a different kind of “kiss” from the sexual ones they had shared until now.
Jiho whispered, as if driving each word firmly into Yeomin:
“You shine the brightest in the world to me.”
Even in the basement half-swallowed by darkness, affection illuminated them both. Even if the direction was a bit skewed. Even if the light was somewhat dim. Even if it flickered on and off occasionally.
In the end, what mattered was that they were facing each other.
