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Gyeom shot Ryun a cold glare, his face still faintly tinged with red, then left without a word of greeting. Ryun savored the image of Gyeom in his mind, rolling around laughing to his heart’s content before heading to school, studying, and then coming home.
When he got back, he found Gyeom pacing the living room with an anxious expression — but the moment Gyeom spotted Ryun walking in, he belatedly schooled his face into something calm and indifferent.
He pretended not to care, same as always, but his gaze kept snagging on Ryun — on Ryun’s chest.
Ryun walked right past him, acting completely oblivious, as if he hadn’t noticed a thing.
Must be suffocating, huh — watching something you can’t decide whether to swallow or not walk back and forth right in front of you.
Out of Gyeom’s line of sight, Ryun smiled — the mean kind.
Maybe because Ryun was staying up later than usual tonight, Gyeom grew visibly irritated and snapped at him, asking why he wasn’t asleep yet. Ryun answered that he’d had coffee earlier in the day and couldn’t seem to fall asleep.
Apparently dissatisfied with that answer, Gyeom exhaled roughly — then disappeared somewhere and came back with a cup of hot chocolate, which he shoved toward Ryun.
“Drink it.”
Ryun stared at the cup and thought:
…Is there a sleeping pill in this?
Would a sleeping pill put his mind to sleep even if it knocked his body out? He’d never taken one before, so he hesitated — which made Gyeom push the cup toward him again, almost impatiently. Ryun had no choice but to take it. But he only held it without drinking, and immediately felt a sharp stare land on his face.
He’s this obvious — so why didn’t I notice until now? Ryun grumbled at his own denseness internally, then smiled brightly and said:
“Thank you.”
Under Gyeom’s blatant stare, he brought the hot chocolate to his lips.
A sleeping pill can put the body to sleep — but can it put the mind to sleep? With that thought, Ryun drank the hot chocolate down in easy, unhurried gulps.
It must have been something expensive — it was incredibly rich and sweet.
It suited Ryun’s sweet tooth perfectly, and the thought crossed his mind that Gyeom had gone out of his way to pick something just right.
Gyeom watched him drink with a satisfied smile, then took the cup back from Ryun and headed to the kitchen.
Ryun sat on the living room sofa, staring blankly at the TV, wondering vaguely when he’d fall asleep. A little time passed — and as if right on cue, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, his arms and legs sinking pleasantly downward.
Looks like I’m falling asleep.
And slowly, his body sank deep. Only his mind remained — sharp and awake. As it always did.
Into the ears of the sleeping Ryun came Gyeom’s voice, thick with frustration.
“Ryun, why did you do that this morning?”
The sleeping Ryun felt a prick of guilt. Had Gyeom figured out that he’d been teasing his hyung while pretending not to know anything?
But the next words out of Gyeom’s mouth put him at ease.
“Lewdly flashing your chest at your hyung first thing in the morning, pushing it toward me like you wanted me to suck on it — what were you thinking, hm? Did you not want to go to school today? Did you just want to spend the whole day from morning to night swallowing your hyung’s cock? Hm?”
As if he’d never been angry at all, Gyeom laughed softly and gently laid the reclining Ryun flat against the sofa, then settled himself between his legs — and Ryun, realizing he still hadn’t been found out, let out a quiet inward sigh of relief.
Running his hands over Ryun’s body through his clothes, Gyeom murmured in a voice heavy with guilt:
“I’m sorry. Really. I’m sorry. Your hyung is absolute trash.”
And then, in the very same breath, he said that it was Ryun’s fault for being so pretty that his hyung had gotten this worked up — so really, the fact that he was such a piece of shit was on Ryun.
Ryun was incredulous, but he was in no state to say anything, so he could only feel the indignation.
Like that, as Gyeom’s hands roamed over his thighs, Gyeom brought his hand to rest over Ryun’s groin.
“Ryun… no one else has touched you here, right? Just your hyung, right?”
Gyeom pulled down Ryun’s pants and underwear, leaving his lower half fully exposed.
He wrapped Ryun’s slender legs around his own waist and pressed his own throbbing groin flush against Ryun’s backside.
“Hnn… Ryun. Ryun has no idea how long your hyung has been dreaming about this.”
He said Ryun would never be able to imagine — starting from the very first wet dream Ryun had ever appeared in, through all those long, countless nights, how many times he had taken Ryun apart in his head and made him cry.
Just as he’d stripped off Ryun’s pants, Gyeom pulled his top off too and checked his body over.
Following the advice Gyeom had given him that morning, both of Ryun’s nipples — the ones Gyeom had bitten and sucked — were covered by bandages slightly darker than his skin tone.
Gyeom’s hand began to move slowly upward, starting from Ryun’s stomach.
“I was scared that if Ryun knew, you’d run away — so I buried it all down, held back, and kept holding back…”
Gyeom’s traveling hand reached Ryun’s chest, and he roughly peeled off the bandages covering the nipples that belonged to him — and beneath them, the hidden nipples were revealed.
Perhaps because they’d been protected by the bandage and left unstimulated, they were noticeably smaller than they’d been that morning, and much paler in color.
Gyeom pinched Ryun’s nipples and twisted.
“Hnng—! Hh!”
“I held back like that because Ryun is so precious to me, because I didn’t want to break you! So why do you keep tormenting your hyung, hm? You wanted your hyung to take you every night too, didn’t you?”
Huu, huu — Gyeom’s breathing grows ragged.
His breath drew closer and closer to Ryun’s face, and then something soft touched Ryun’s lips.
“Chup, chp. Fuck — our Ryun. Your lips taste good, your chest tastes good… why did I wait so long to have something this good. If I’d known Ryun would tempt me like this, I should’ve just stopped holding back and taken you sooner.”
Gyeom’s tongue lapped wildly at Ryun’s lips, his jaw, his cheeks.
That tongue, licking at him like a dog, left Ryun’s face slick and wet, and the smell of Gyeom’s saliva flooded his nose.
Someone who looked so coldly rational you’d think he didn’t bleed — someone who seemed incapable of obsession — losing his mind and pouncing the moment Ryun fell asleep at night. Ryun found it absolutely hilarious.
Gyeom pried Ryun’s mouth open and pushed his tongue inside.
He thrust it in deep, like it was his cock, and tasted every corner of his mouth.
He swept his tongue through the sweet chocolatey warmth of it, then ran his tongue tip over each individual tooth, tasting them one by one — before pulling back and murmuring:
“…Ryun has two cavities. We’ll need to go to the dentist.”
At that, the sleeping Ryun startled inwardly.
Wait — how did he figure that out with his tongue? It had been aching a little lately, but Ryun had said nothing about it because he hated the dentist — and Gyeom had traced it out with his tongue.
Unlike the flustered Ryun, Gyeom looked down at him and continued touching his body.
His favorite part of Ryun’s body — the soft, delicious chest.
It felt good to knead with his hands, and it felt good to take into his mouth.
Of course, he hadn’t yet had a taste of his backside — but of everything he’d sampled so far, the chest was by far his favorite.
Gyeom murmured that every time he played with Ryun’s chest, Ryun’s cock would spring up taut and firm.
And when a bead of precum dripped from the tip of Ryun’s swollen cock, Gyeom snickered.
“You feeling it, Ryun? Just from your hyung kneading your chest, you’re already this worked up?”
He teased that Ryun hadn’t even been touched below the waist and was already leaking — what a slutty body.
He flicked the tip of Ryun’s cock with his fingertip and played with it for a while — then whispered that tonight, he’d do something Ryun would like even more. There was a rustling sound as Gyeom reached into his pocket for something, followed by the sound of something being opened, and then a wet squeezing sound.
Between Ryun’s parted legs, Gyeom’s slick fingers — coated in gel — made contact.
“Tonight — is finally the night your hyung gets to taste Ryun’s hole.”
Finally? Ryun thought, mildly impressed, realizing they were moving on to anal.
I haven’t even had regular sex yet, and we’re starting with anal.
This life of his, so far from ordinary, was endlessly entertaining — and Ryun smiled.
Gyeom’s fingertip traced along Ryun’s folds.
A part of his body he himself had never touched outside of bathing was now being handled by someone else, and the strange sensation made him grow hard instantly — which Gyeom noticed, snickering that he was already getting hard and he hadn’t even put anything inside yet.
Gyeom’s fingertip, which had been gently stroking and slicking the surface, pressed into the center of those folds.
Ugh… ah…
A place that had no function meant to receive — now being breached and pressed into — sent a foreign, intrusive sensation through Ryun, and his body shuddered.
