Instead, he told Ryun to hold still and gave that firm thigh a sharp smack with his palm.
“Hya—!”
Startled, Ryun let out a strange moan — and Gyeom pressed his own palm flat against his groin.
It seemed he was pressing down on his erection.
Gyeom breathed roughly — hoo, hoo — and stared fixedly at Ryun’s thigh, while Ryun whimpered and asked in a small voice if he was almost done.
Then Gyeom raised his hand and stroked Ryun’s thigh.
“Ah!”
“…Does it hurt?”
Gyeom asked in a voice that had dropped so low it was nearly breaking. Ryun shook his head and answered mm-mm — no — but Gyeom said nothing more after that.
Without a word, Gyeom brought his face close to Ryun’s thigh and pressed his lips to the skin that had gone red from the earlier smack.
“Ah!”
Ryun flinched in surprise at the touch, his body trembling — and Gyeom gripped that thigh firmly and kept pressing kiss after kiss against it, then drew his tongue out and licked at it hungrily.
“Hmm, hyung. Ngh—! Hmm… why… hmm—!”
Ryun asked why he was licking him, but Gyeom didn’t answer.
Ryun pushed at Gyeom’s forehead with both hands.
But the force behind it was less than a tenth of what Ryun could normally manage — barely more than a gesture — as he pushed uselessly and said:
“Hyung! Stop! That’s dirty…! It’s weird!”
To Ryun’s scattered protests, Gyeom spoke in a tone that was, surprisingly, quite gentle — entirely unlike his usual self.
“When you get a bruise, you’re supposed to lick it. That’s how it is.”
Gyeom being this soft-spoken and tender was so out of character that Ryun struggled not to burst out laughing.
He barely managed to keep the laughter in — but the trembling of his body and the way his face flushed red from holding his breath were impossible to hide.
Chuu, chu. Every time Gyeom’s lips and tongue dragged over Ryun’s thigh, a glistening trail was left behind.
Gyeom alternated between both thighs — licking and sucking — and Ryun’s cock gradually rose, straining against his underwear until the fabric at the tip was wet and had gone dark.
After a long while of sucking and licking at the soft, sensitive skin, Gyeom turned his head and found Ryun’s cock swollen against his underwear, the fabric soaked through.
He pressed his face blankly against Ryun’s groin and breathed in his scent — then touched his tongue to the wet spot at the tip and licked.
“Hmm—!”
Ryun jolted at the sudden lick against his cock, hips jerking up — while Gyeom just breathed, ha, ha, in rough, heavy pulls.
Then, all at once, he took the tip of Ryun’s cock between his lips — underwear and all.
“Hyang! Hyung!”
Something warm engulfed his cock without warning — Ryun’s body shuddered, and he called out to Gyeom in a startled, fluttering gasp.
Only then did Gyeom seem to come back to himself. He looked up at Ryun — and found Ryun staring down at him, eyes glistening with tears, face flushed a deep red.
It was only in that moment that Gyeom grasped what he had been doing in his daze. His face went white with shock, and he shot to his feet and fled.
“Hyung!”
Ryun called after him urgently, but Gyeom walked straight out the front door and was gone.
Left alone, Ryun’s expression crumpled.
Coward.
He’d been so enthusiastic biting and sucking when Ryun was asleep — but the moment Ryun was awake, he worked him up and then just left without finishing? Ryun muttered a curse under his breath, pulled his underwear down, and wrapped his hand around his now-hard cock.
“Hmm… mm…”
Something burned hot and restless low in his belly.
At least make me come, even if you won’t use my ass! Setting someone on fire and just running off—
Ryun ground his teeth, vowing revenge on Gyeom as he stroked himself where he sat.
With his underwear pulled down and his cock in hand, the tension mounted quickly. He kept stroking, and eventually his cock gave in — not tears, but cum, shooting out in a long, arcing stream.
The arc of it landed on the dining table — and into Gyeom’s cereal bowl, which he’d left out without clearing. White and thick, it splattered messily across the soggy, swollen cereal.
“Jin Gyeom… you’re going to leave without cleaning up after yourself?”
The fact that he had to clean up both himself and the table made Ryun puff up with indignation.
I won’t forgive you. Jin Gyeom.
Ryun arrived at school with a sulky look on his face and dropped into his seat — when someone came up and tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned — and saw a familiar face. His friend, Hwahyeon.
“You’re late today.”
“Yeah.”
He was still stewing over the morning, grumbling to himself — and Hwahyeon asked gently what had happened.
“I wasn’t feeling great this morning.”
Hyung got me worked up and then ran away. That wasn’t something he could actually say, so Ryun waved it off vaguely — and Hwahyeon gave a small nod.
“Want to go to the nurse’s office?”
“Nah, it’s not that bad.”
The two of them chatted idly while waiting for morning homeroom to start — and then Ryun asked Hwahyeon something out of the blue.
“Do you think I could get into medical school?”
Hwahyeon’s eyes went wide.
Having known Ryun for a long time, he was very aware that Ryun had an intense dislike of both effort and studying — so he wasn’t sure where the question was coming from.
The reason Ryun’s grades were decent enough despite disliking studying was that he figured he needed a baseline level of grades to coast through comfortably as a student.
Of course, that was nowhere near the level it would take to compete for a top spot in the whole school — so Hwahyeon studied Ryun for a moment, then asked curiously:
“Medical school? Why medical school?”
“Hmm… just because.”
Ryun couldn’t explain the real reason, so he deflected with a vague non-answer. Hwahyeon’s expression grew guarded at that.
He was glad Ryun was coming to him at all — but strangely, Ryun wouldn’t tell him the actual reason.
Was it because Hwahyeon wasn’t trustworthy enough? Hwahyeon’s face darkened — and then, out of nowhere, someone brought a large palm crashing down hard against Ryun’s back.
“Hak!”
Startled, Ryun let out a sharp yelp.
“Jin Ryun. If you want to get into medical school, you better study a lot harder, kid.”
The one who had slapped his back was his homeroom teacher, Yang Woomin.
The handsome man with dark skin curled his lips into a grin and looked down at Ryun with sharp eyes.
Ryun made a little pout and looked up at the grinning Woomin — and Woomin’s sharp eyes lit up with amusement, brightening further.
“Look at this kid. Tell him something for his own good and he still pouts at me.”
“Mmb, sssnm~”
Woomin grabbed the protruding lip and shook it from side to side, and Ryun made a tearful face and whined Woomin’s name around it.
Woomin snickered, let go, and walked toward the lectern — and Hwahyeon, who had been watching the two of them with a look of unease, didn’t look pleased at all.
Ryun had been watching Woomin’s retreating back with a sharp gaze — then turned to find Hwahyeon looking at him, and tilted his head in puzzlement.
“What’s wrong?”
He asked what the matter was, but Hwahyeon didn’t answer. He just stared at Woomin with complicated eyes.
Ryun scratched the back of his head, unsure what to make of Hwahyeon’s sudden chill in mood.
Woomin stood at the lectern and began morning homeroom.
