I’m going to kill him! Gyeom exploded with rage toward someone whose face he didn’t even know.
Gyeom kept demanding to know who it was, and Ryun frantically waved his hands in denial.
“No, no! When I say kiss, I mean our lips just barely touched!”
Lips? Lips? Was Ryun seriously confessing right to his face that he’d been pressing his lips against some other bastard’s? If Ryun had seemed upset about it, Gyeom’s fury would have stayed directed entirely at that guy. But infuriatingly, the look on Ryun’s face as he said it was one of giddy excitement — and so Gyeom’s rage curdled into something closer to resentment toward Ryun himself.
“So who is it!”
“I’m saying I’m fine, though?”
That’s not what I want from you! Well — okay, he did want a reaction, but not this reaction! That wasn’t the point! The point was the shirt-ripping! Ryun, feeling deeply wronged, bounced on his feet insisting he was perfectly fine — and Gyeom stopped short and fixed him with a dark, menacing look.
Fine? It was fine that another guy’s lips were on his? And to top it all off, infuriatingly — Ryun’s school was an all-boys school. Which meant the bastard who’d stolen Ryun’s lips was a man.
Fuck. Jin Ryun… I’m right here, eyes wide open, and you let yourself get swayed by some other dick and cheated on me?
Ryun looked at Gyeom’s eyes — burning with resentment, like he wanted to kill someone — and made a tired face.
“It’s really not something worth getting this worked up over….”
“And. Why. Exactly. Is it. Not. Worth. Getting. Worked up. Over. Hm?”
He was so angry he was clipping every word. Ryun sighed and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.
“No, look, what I actually wanted to talk about is… I’m not thinking about dating anyone right now, so how do I go about turning someone down?”
“Tell the pervert to drop dead.”
But by that logic, hyung would… also have to drop dead.
Ryun sighed in exasperation. Gyeom shot to his feet and snapped,
“You’re a student — what are you doing thinking about dating! Huh! Tell him to go study!”
With that outburst, Gyeom stormed off upstairs in a fit of temper, and Ryun watched him go, snickering to himself.
Incredibly effective.
Gyeom — who was normally cold and expressionless, not a flicker of emotion on his face — was fuming like this over other guys making moves on Ryun. It was funny.
If he stirred things up like this a few more times, wouldn’t Gyeom get so anxious about losing him to someone else that he’d finally start following Ryun around?
Hmm — Ryun snickered to himself, thinking that next time he saw Yeonho, he should thank him for teaching him the jealousy strategy, tell him it worked like a charm for reading the other person’s feelings, and get a little dig in at Yeonho in the process.
* * *
What happened earlier in the day — thinking it would take a few more times — had been a naive miscalculation.
A few more times? Please. That very same night, Gyeom showed up to find Ryun, still seething.
“Jin Ryun.”
Gyeom called his name in a voice thick with fury — and sleeping Ryun startled awake at the sound of it.
He’d thought that since Gyeom had stormed off so angry today, he might skip tonight’s games — but he hadn’t expected him to show up and climb on top of him again.
There was barely a moment to be flustered by his arrival before Gyeom was roughly climbing on, stripping off Ryun’s pajamas without a care for whether he was awake or not — and Ryun’s heart started pounding.
Is he going all the way tonight? Or is he just going to rage again and only finger him before leaving? He pressed down on his hammering heart, and Gyeom’s voice came again.
“How could you tell me, to my face, that you kissed someone else? And what — you’re fine with it? Excuse me?”
Gyeom’s voice, incandescent with anger, kept rising.
He was so furious that he didn’t care whether Ryun was awake — his voice boomed through the room.
Seeing Gyeom like this — so unlike the usual coward he played at being — Ryun felt like he might die laughing.
“How dare anyone taste this body — a body that has belonged to Jin Gyeom since birth — hm?”
“Hng…!”
“I love you this much! How could you tell me you cheated on me!”
Gyeom roughly groped Ryun’s chest, now fully exposed with the pajama top stripped away.
It was a body he himself had cultivated — which was exactly why even just a bit of kneading like this had it leaking soft moans — but that thought didn’t sit well with him.
This shamefully responsive body — wouldn’t it moan just as easily if some other bastard got his hands on it?
The thought of some bastard daring to press his lips against this pretty, lewd body had Gyeom fuming and seething.
“This won’t do. Ryun’s body is so obscene that it keeps drawing these dogs in, and hyung can’t stand the anxiety anymore. Hyung was trying to hold off for later — but at this rate, Ryun might end up swallowing some other bastard’s cock instead of mine. I’m too worried. Can’t have that.”
Having said that, Gyeom stripped off Ryun’s pants too, spread his pale, slender legs wide open, and roughly shoved his fingers into the cleft between his cheeks.
“Hng…!”
Ryun’s body shivered.
By now, Ryun had become so responsive that the slightest touch at his rim was enough to coax slick from within.
What had once been a tight, barely-able-to-take-one hole had gradually softened and loosened — and now it greedily swallowed several of Gyeom’s fingers at once.
Gyeom looked down at Ryun with an expression like he adored him, and kissed him.
Peck, peck — little kisses scattered across his face, then Gyeom’s tongue traced the shell of his ear as he whispered,
“Ryun. Tonight, you’re having sex with hyung. Understand? This ass is going to swallow hyung’s cum, nice and full. I’ll make it so you can’t live without hyung’s cock.”
Gyeom laughed softly.
With every wet, slick sound — fingers drenched in slick moving in and out between his cheeks — Ryun’s body shuddered.
“Hng. Mmh, hng…! Hng…!”
Each time Gyeom’s fingers grazed near his prostate, Ryun arched his hips desperately and swallowed the fingers deeper — and Gyeom pressed his lips to Ryun’s body as it hungrily devoured his hand.
“No, Ryun. Don’t be greedy. This is our first time — it’d be a waste to just shove it in without savoring it.”
“Hiing…!”
“After hyung’s tasted every part of Ryun, he’ll feed you his cock with your lower mouth.”
Gyeom pulled his fingers free from inside Ryun and grabbed his body with both hands, kneading everywhere.
His chest, his stomach — whatever he could grab, he touched and bit, leaving the marks of his teeth all over Ryun’s body.
Tonight, he didn’t care whether Ryun woke up or not. Actually, waking up might be better.
It seemed like Ryun still hadn’t realized he belonged to Gyeom — that the reason he was going after someone else to deal with the arousal Gyeom had built up in him every night was because he simply didn’t understand yet. Gyeom intended to take Ryun’s first with his own cock, here and now — and make him understand clearly who he belonged to.
Who was the only person allowed to push inside him.
“Ryun doesn’t know who he belongs to yet, does he? Hm? You weren’t fine with it because you have feelings for that bastard, right?”
“Mmhh, mmh… hng…!”
“Jin Ryun, you belong to Jin Gyeom. Hm? If that bastard forced a kiss on you, you should have at least slapped him! Why didn’t you! Huh!”
Gyeom seemed to flare up mid-sentence and grabbed Ryun’s chest roughly.
“Ah!”
The pain in his chest made Ryun’s eyes well up even through the haze of sleep, his body trembling — and Gyeom apologized immediately.
“Sorry, Ryun. Hyung couldn’t hold back his anger. That hurt, didn’t it? I’m sorry.”
Gyeom kept apologizing — saying it was that bastard’s fault, not Ryun’s, that Ryun was just too kind to say no, and that hyung was the one who did wrong.
The pain that had twisted Ryun’s expression slowly gave way — coaxed back by Gyeom’s continued touch — to a flushed, breathless face.
As if the pain had never happened, Ryun was leaking desperate, heated moans again — and Gyeom, leaving his marks all over Ryun’s body, took Ryun’s cock in his hand.
“Ryun’s cock is so cute.”
He whispered that for something so small and soft to the touch, Ryun smelled absolutely intoxicating.
Such a different, delectable thing from his own.
“Tonight too, hyung has to taste Ryun’s cock, doesn’t he? It feels good, right — every single day, letting hyung drain all that built-up pressure. Hm?”
Gyeom snickered, and licked his tongue along the hardened length he’d worked up with his hand.
