Ha, this body… if I could move even a little, I’d want to give him some encouragement so he’d just take me already — my mind is perfectly clear but my body won’t so much as twitch, it’s maddening.
And yet Gyeom pressed himself right up against Ryun’s body, sniffing — breathing him in.
This gentle, lunatic bastard seemed to get stimulated by even that much, grinding his lower half against Ryun’s body, and judging by the hard thing pressing against Ryun’s thigh, his cock was already fully ready.
“Hnn… Ryun’s smell. Ryun’s smell is so damn sexy. How did I hold back, seriously.”
Gyeom muttered that anyone who could smell this and still hold back must be impotent.
That’s you, you idiot. You’re that person. Ryun ground his teeth, desperately wanting to punch Gyeom right in the solar plexus.
Completely unaware of Ryun’s feelings, the bastard rustled around, pulled his cock out of his pants, and started stroking himself freely.
Slap, slap, slap — the obscene sound of skin against skin, and from Gyeom’s lips came a moan laced with the smell of alcohol.
“Haah, Ryun. Ryun… you’re mine. If you spread your legs for anyone else, I’ll kill them all… hnn….”
Kissing the body of the Ryun he held and getting himself off — hearing Gyeom’s words, Ryun had a change of heart. If he actually had sex with Woomin first, that gut-punch he’d been imagining might actually become a reality.
Ryun resolved that he had to seduce Gyeom somehow, get him to bury himself in his backside as soon as possible — and began working through how exactly to make that happen.
The man jerking himself off right next to him, using Ryun as inspiration, didn’t factor into his thoughts at all.
“Huu, Ryun. Hh, Ryun… hnn……!!”
After stroking himself for a good while, Gyeom’s body gave a sharp jolt and began to shudder.
Pressed this close together, every tremor translated directly into Ryun’s body.
Please don’t be coming in the sheets. Or worse — on me. He worried for a moment, but there was no wet heat anywhere on him, so it seemed that wasn’t it.
After shaking for a while, Gyeom finally stilled — then raised his arm and brought his hand toward Ryun’s mouth.
“Ryun. It’s your hyung’s cum — your favorite….”
I’ve never once said I like it. His sleeping body couldn’t resist, so when those fingers — reeking with that sharp, musky smell — touched his lips, Ryun had no way to refuse.
The wet fingers pressed against his lips and pushed into the gap they made, smearing cum over his tongue and around the inside of his mouth.
Are you serious right now….
Is this guy actually insane? He’d seen Gyeom drink before, but he’d never come home this drunk — he hadn’t known that drunk-Gyeom was the type to do deranged things like this.
And the cum wasn’t just on his fingers — it was on his palm too, so the palm smeared it all over Ryun’s jaw and cheek as well.
You piece of shit….
If he’d just shoved his cock in his mouth and come — Ryun could’ve just swallowed it. But smearing it across his face felt deeply, peculiarly wrong.
Apparently satisfied with a few swipes of his fingers inside Ryun’s mouth, the bastard pulled his hand out, dropped it carelessly on top of Ryun’s body, and went to sleep.
Left there, Ryun screamed internally at the fact that this was apparently how the night was ending.
You lunatic…!
Despite Ryun’s inward screaming, the long, deep exhales coming from Gyeom made it clear he’d fallen asleep almost immediately.
Ryun lay there, the acrid, musky scent of Gyeom’s cum smeared across his face wafting up and seeping deep into his nose, grinding his teeth and vowing vengeance.
Seething over the outrageous events of that night and counting down the hours until morning, Ryun finally felt his body beginning to come back to him and opened his eyes.
His vision was still unfocused and blurry — but through the haze, he could see his hyung lying right beside him, asleep, cock hanging out like it was nothing. As his eyes slowly sharpened, he caught sight of the hand resting on his own chest — something white, dried and crusted onto it.
Seriously… you piece of shit.
Gyeom trying to have his way with him — that had been entertaining, so Ryun could let it go.
Having his backside fingered, having a cock shoved in his mouth and jerked off until it came — all of that had been entertaining too, so Ryun could let it go.
But what had happened in the early hours of this morning had not been entertaining in the slightest, and he absolutely could not let it go.
Ryun’s eyes glinted with a dark light as he thought about how to make Jin Gyeom furious — or better yet, make him go completely pale.
Not just a little pissed. Absolutely, catastrophically pissed. Ryun’s anger ran deep and heavy.
He let the look in his eyes settle back into something neutral, then shifted and called out to Gyeom.
“Hyung. Gyeom, hyung.”
Gyeom had both arms wrapped around Ryun, holding him firmly against his chest — and when Ryun squirmed in that hold, Gyeom’s handsome face pinched in irritation.
Whether his face was pinching or swelling up, Ryun ignored it entirely and kept calling for him, kept shaking — until Gyeom’s eyes finally cracked open, bleary.
Blink, blink. Gyeom moved his eyelids — then found Ryun right in front of him when he came to, and his face went blank.
“…Huh?”
Then he muttered — is this a dream?
It’s not a dream, you fool. Raging internally, teeth grinding — but swallowing it all down, Ryun looked up at Gyeom with an expression of pure bewilderment.
“Hyung, why are you in my room?”
At those words, the color drained completely from Gyeom’s face as it finally hit him — this was not a dream. This was real.
And then, registering an oddly cold sensation in his own groin, he glanced down — and his face went from white to a full, stark gray.
“Hyung? What’s wrong? Mm… there’s something in my mouth… why… it tastes weird….”
At Ryun’s words, Gyeom looked at his own hand and at the white residue dried across Ryun’s face — and now his face went completely dark.
“I — no — wha—.”
“…Hm? Hyung? Why is your — “
Time and again, Ryun murmured with an expression of perfect, bewildered innocence as if he knew nothing. Hearing it, Gyeom shot upright — couldn’t get a single coherent word out — and floundered. Then the moment Ryun’s gaze landed on the cock jutting out of his pants, Gyeom’s face went crimson — and he bolted.
The door slammed shut. Ryun snickered.
He ran.
Ryun had figured that now he was caught, Gyeom might throw all caution to the wind and just go for it — but it turned out Jin Gyeom was an even bigger coward than Ryun had thought.
If you’re going to be a bastard, be a bastard and just use your cock — what’s this pathetic act of playing the good guy, waiting until Ryun was older?
No, wait — did he actually think that when the time came, Ryun was going to say, “Thank you for waiting, hyung. I was moved by your devotion. Here, come take my ass” and bend over, spread himself open, and wait for Gyeom’s cock to come in?
If he actually thought that, then Jin Gyeom was genuinely, unspeakably out of his mind.
No wonder… he keeps saying he’ll take me, but acts like a timid dog about it in practice….
Pathetic, for someone like Jin Gyeom. Ryun clicked his tongue.
How to get Jin Gyeom to actually take Jin Ryun.
And how to make Jin Gyeom absolutely, catastrophically lose his mind in fury.
Both problems needed solving.
Gyeom, who had fled from Ryun’s room, buried himself in his own and didn’t come out.
True to his cowardly nature, he was probably scared of what questions Ryun might ask — and afraid that Ryun might piece together the truth and look at him with disappointment and contempt.
Idiot. Thanks to that, Ryun left for school without even getting to see what kind of face Gyeom was making, and was sitting there blankly when he made eye contact with Chae Yieon, who had arrived earlier than usual today.
“What are you looking at?”
Feeling Ryun’s gaze, Yieon’s brow curved into something threatening.
Any other day, Ryun would’ve shrunk under that look and laughed it off — nothing, sorry — and glanced away. But Ryun had something to back him up now, so he smiled brightly and answered:
“You.”
At that answer, Yieon’s expression shifted — oh, is that so? — and he grinned, then stood up and walked toward Ryun with long, unhurried strides.
